Post by theprophetcometh on Jan 21, 2010 13:10:00 GMT -5
Date: Wednesday Januray 20th 2010
Location: Prophets House in Anna Texas.
Time: 11:17 A.M.
The scene begins at the front door of Prophets enourmous texas home. The camera crew opens the front door and walks in recording everything. They pan around the massive living room of the house seeing all kinds of world titles, pictures and other memorabilia hung on the walls. The camera comes to rest in the center of the living room showing Prophet and some other male sitting on the couch watching the big screen T.V. in front of them. Prophet is wearing a white wife beater, blue jeans and a pair of steel toed boots. The wife beater allows all to see the scars that cover Prophets body, some of the massive horrendous scars. The kind of scars you would think Prophet almost had to die to recieve them. Prophet pulls a can of budweiser to his mouth and takes a swig. he puts the can on the end table next to him. His buddy (the Man sitting next to him) begins to speak.
Man-" Thanks for having me over Proph, nothing beats the texas heat like sitting in your big ass house in the nice air conditioning drinking some cold beer my friend thanks for having me over.
The man looks over at prophet realizing that Prophet wasn't listening to a word that was said. As a matter of fact, Prophets eye's are glued to the Television.
Man-" Hey Proph, you even hear one word I said?
Prophet throws his hand up quickly in the mans face indictating for him to be quiet, and points at the T.V. the man turns his attention towrds the screen and see's a PWR crash T.V. commercial being played. First it shows images of hell proudly holding the PWR title and then several other flashes of many superstars. Then it shows a picture of Prophet. Prophet sits forward leaning toward the Television every muscle in his body tight and leaping with excitement. The announcer begins to speak.
PWR announcer-" Stay tuned for this weeks edition of Crash T.V. featuring the return of the Wresting ICON Prophet! Will Prophet come back and show why this living legend was at the top of this sport for so long? Or will the new blood prove to Prophet once and for all that this sport, and the competition have passed him by? Tune in this week to find out!!
The screen goes black and the camera pans over to Prophet who is sitting there in stunned silence, The anger is clearly rising in him as he grabs his beer and stands up. Prophet begins pacing the room like a caged animal staring at every title on the wall as he passes by with frantic, wild eyes. He takes a final swig of his beer and fires it across the room off the wall as he roars in anger loudly. His buddy turns on the couch so he can look at prophet, careful not to talk yet, giving prophet a moment or to to calm down. eventually Prophet comes to rest in front of a world title that Reads "IWA World Champion" Prophet runs one of his big hands down the face of the title as his chest still lurching and heaving with anger. His buddy thinking Prophet has had enough time begins to speak.
Man-" What are you so wound up about man? Everyone runs there mouth. Who cares? Just get in there on Saturday and break some fucking bones! Make sure EVERYONE out there remembers who you are, and if they have never seen you before... make sure they never forget. I don't see what your getting so antsy over, it's just a stupid commercial bud.
Prophet whips around to face his friend with a evil sneer pasted on his face. He begins speaking in a very angry booming voice.
Prophet-" You don't see what the big deal is mike? Well the big fucking deal is that I have bled gallons of blood in the ring, I have broken bone after bone to bring this sport from small town bullshit gigs to being nationally known and respected! When I first started wrestling for the IWA, we'd maybe have fifty to one hundred people show up for the show, and that was a good night! Once I took the helm and became champion, all that changed. All that company and this sport needed was a champion that would lay it all on the line wek in and week out to prove that what we do in there isnt for everybody. I weeded out the weak during my reign and only the cream of the crop had any chance to make it there. I SINGLE HANDEDLY ON MY SHOULDERS ALONE brought this sport to where it is now. Every single young punk that is lucky enough to step in the ring in front of the thousands of screaming fans ought to write me a goddamn thank you letter for paving the way for them!
Prophet spins around facing the wall again and in a fit of rage plants his fist deeply in the wall. He pulls his hand out which is now bleeding pretty heavily from his knuckles and smiles. He stares at his hand in sick silence for a moment as if almost entranced at the blood he see's. Slowly he turns back towards mike seemingly much calmer and speaks again.
Prophet-" So after I did what I thought was all I could do for this sport I passed the torch to somebody else and quietly stepped down. I sat on the sidelines for five years! five fucking years! Watching the sport that I built with MY BLOOD AND TEARS getting reduced to nothing more then a gag reel. Talent didnt matter anymore, that wasn't what made you champion, what made you champion was how many fans were on your nuts and how far your nose was up the big-wigs asses. It made me sick. But what could I do? I told the world that after I got inducted into the hall of fame I would never wrestle for the IWA again and I meant it. So I sat around the house whimpering and crying like a little girl becuase the sport I love was decaying away to a joke again, and then one night I got an answer to my prayers. I turn on the T.V. and I happen to catch a glimpse of the PWR! a company that had just barely started but showed tons of potential. So of course I had to be a part of it. The following day I drove to the PWR headquarters and met with Josh Mercer. Understandably he was incredibly excited that a wrestler with my accolades wanted to be a part of his company so of course without any guff at all I got my contract.
Mike-" Like I said, I really don't see what the problem is Proph, Fuck the naysayers. Come Saturday words wont mean shit,
Prophet looks at Mike coldly and speaks.
Prophet-" I wasn't done yet mike, I think it'll be best if you let me finish dont you?
Mike Nods quietly not wanting to inciate prophets anger further.
Prophet-" As I was saying, I got my contract from Mercer, and he told me I was going to have to wait a couple weeks for him to get me an opponent that was of my Caliber! HA! What a joke. I dont know if he thinks I need to work out some ring rust or what but I am definitely going to bulldoze that idiot Steve dave.
Prophet walks out of the massive living room and into an equally big and beautiful kitchen he opens the fridge grabs three more beers and walks back into the living room. He throws one of the beers to mike and continues on.
Prophet-" So as if I didn't want to strangle Mercer bad enough already for pitting me in a joke of a fucking match, but to make matters worse I have to deal with the bullshit on that commercial!? I mean honestly, does anyone in the whole fucking world REALLY think Steve Dave can actually beat me? Can you believethe sheer stupidity of people Mike? they really think that some retard with a twitch and a midget girlfriend can not just compete against me, but maybe even beat me? I have been away from the industry to long mike, people don't respect and fear me the way they should. Come Saturday I am going to give everyone a big reality check when I not only beat Steve Dave but I do my damnedest to kill him right in the middle of that ring. there isn't a single wrestler alive today that can prove to me that this sport passed me by!
Prophet cracks open his beer and guzzles it quickly. He puts the empty can on the end table and continues to rattle on.
Prophet-" You know why Mike? I AM THIS DAMN SPORT! there aint no way it can pass me by, I brought this sport to a level it has never been before, and the second I leave it falls back into the brainless trash it once was. I see it as my duty to save the sport I have given EVERYTHING for otherwise all my blood all my tears, all the pain I have endured means nothing and believe me MIke I simply can not let that happen.
Mike smiles at Prophet who is grinning right back.
Mike-" I know that Proph, come this Saturday that poor kid is in for a genuine country boy ass whipping!
Prophet nods his head, his smile growing wider.
Prophet-" And before too long that PWR world title will be wrapped around my waist and once again I will be glistening like the Texas sun... So sayeth The prophet!
Prophet cracks the last beer and him and mike cheers laughing wildly.
Date: Wednesday January 20th 2010
Location:: Lin's Supermarket
Time: 3:33 P.M.
The cameras come back to life inside of Lins supermarket.we see Prophet standing in one of the checkout lines, his massive frame looming over everyone. He has a thirty pack on the counter and is waiting for the man in front of him to finish checking out. Prophet is still wearing his wife beater blue jeans and steel toed boots this time with a cowboy hat on. Everyone that walks by Prophet have their eye's glued to him at least for a moment staring in awe at the massive scars that run his body. Prophet ignores the people since he is used to the gawking and stares by a bunch of pussies who would never have the set of balls or the heart to do a quarter of the things Prophet has done for glory. The man in front of prophet has been taking forever and Prophet is clearly starting to grow impatient. He begins tapping his foot on the ground and speaks.
Prophet-" Jesus Christ, what did you do by the whole fucking store? Hurry the hell up and move out the way son! Some people have places to go!
The man is obviously scared by Prophet, and wont turn to look at him or speak at all, he continues staring directly at the clerk silently praying for her to hurry and that this nerve racking experience will soon be over. Prophet is seething in anger and getting ready to start yelling when he feels a soft tug on his wife beater, Prophet whips around expecting a fight to be on and see's nothing more then an anxious little boy tugging on him hoping to get his attention. Prophet looks at the boy and cant help cracking a smile.
Prophet-" Can I help you?
The boy smiles BIG back at Prophet and speaks.
Boy-" I just wanted to tell you you are my favorite wrestler ever Mr. Prophet and I cant wait for this saturday, your going to show the PWR what a real wrestler is!
Prophet pastes on a fake cheesy smile to appease the kid and speaks.
Prophet-" Thanks bub, I appreciate it.
Prophet turns around still waiting for the person in front of him to move.
Boy-" Um Mr. Prophet? (pulling on his wife Beater again, Prophet turns back around) All those scars you have on your body, did they hurt to get?
Prophet smiles at the boy and kneels down so they are looking eye to eye.
Prophet-" You know what? They did hurt when I first got them, but the pain was nothing compared to the pride I have for each and everyone of these scars. Everyone I have is proof that I walked through hell and back to achieve what I wanted to achieve, you know what I mean? They are my badges of pride! If you ever get some scars wear them proudly, it's what separates those that do versus those that just talk about. Hopefully this week I can earn some more scars, although I plan to give that loser Steve Dave a couple to remember me by! (Prophet Laughs) You get what I am saying?
The boy nods his head smiling widely.
Boy-" When I grow up I hope to be like you, I want to have badges of pride to! I want everyone to know what I di..
the boys mother pushes the boy behind her and speaks sternly to Prophet
Mother-" I am glad he is a fan of yours sir and that you took the time out of your busy schedule to talk with him, but in our house we do not condone violence AT ALL. and if I can help it he will most definitely NOT be watching crash T.V. this Saturday! I have been trying for months to break him of the habit of watching that filth. And you filling his head with glorification of violence doesn't help anything sir. I know you are proud of your achievements and if your into to that sort of thing you have every right to be, but please PLEASE do not fill my sons head with delusions of grandeur.
Prophet stands up to his full height looking down at the woman who is still bravely staring down Prophet holding her son behind her.
Prophet-" Well lady,it's a violent world we live in these days, and if your boy wants to watch professional wrestling, or even be a wrestler, let him. No amount of sheltering him is going to protect him from the outside world, weather you want him to or not I guarndamntee my little buddy is going to watch this Saturday as I hand Steve Dave his ass, Aint ya buddy?
The boy smiles widely and nods his head yes! yes! Prophet looks at the mom with a See? gesture and continues on.
Prophet-" Fact is ma'am you got yourself a little wrestler on your hands and no matter what you do, Or what anyone else does it aint going to stop him.So you might as wel just give in and l let him watch me take the PWR by storm casualty after casualty starting this week with Steve Dave cause either way behind your back or not, he is going to.
Prophet looks over and see's that the man in front of him in the line is finally done.
Prophet-" Now if you'll excuse me ma'am, I got bigger fish to fry.
Prophet takes off his cowboy hat reaches over the concerned mother and puts it on the boys head. The hat swims on the boy so much that all you can see is the kids grin from ear to ear.
Prophet-" Thanks for believing in my son, and this Saturday when I rip Steve Dave apart limb from limb, remember I will give him a tailor made ass whooping just for you, So sayeth the Prophet!
Prophet pays the clerk for his beer and walks out of the store as the boy jumps up and down cheering with excitement despite his mothers harsh scolding.
**fade**
Location: Prophets House in Anna Texas.
Time: 11:17 A.M.
The scene begins at the front door of Prophets enourmous texas home. The camera crew opens the front door and walks in recording everything. They pan around the massive living room of the house seeing all kinds of world titles, pictures and other memorabilia hung on the walls. The camera comes to rest in the center of the living room showing Prophet and some other male sitting on the couch watching the big screen T.V. in front of them. Prophet is wearing a white wife beater, blue jeans and a pair of steel toed boots. The wife beater allows all to see the scars that cover Prophets body, some of the massive horrendous scars. The kind of scars you would think Prophet almost had to die to recieve them. Prophet pulls a can of budweiser to his mouth and takes a swig. he puts the can on the end table next to him. His buddy (the Man sitting next to him) begins to speak.
Man-" Thanks for having me over Proph, nothing beats the texas heat like sitting in your big ass house in the nice air conditioning drinking some cold beer my friend thanks for having me over.
The man looks over at prophet realizing that Prophet wasn't listening to a word that was said. As a matter of fact, Prophets eye's are glued to the Television.
Man-" Hey Proph, you even hear one word I said?
Prophet throws his hand up quickly in the mans face indictating for him to be quiet, and points at the T.V. the man turns his attention towrds the screen and see's a PWR crash T.V. commercial being played. First it shows images of hell proudly holding the PWR title and then several other flashes of many superstars. Then it shows a picture of Prophet. Prophet sits forward leaning toward the Television every muscle in his body tight and leaping with excitement. The announcer begins to speak.
PWR announcer-" Stay tuned for this weeks edition of Crash T.V. featuring the return of the Wresting ICON Prophet! Will Prophet come back and show why this living legend was at the top of this sport for so long? Or will the new blood prove to Prophet once and for all that this sport, and the competition have passed him by? Tune in this week to find out!!
The screen goes black and the camera pans over to Prophet who is sitting there in stunned silence, The anger is clearly rising in him as he grabs his beer and stands up. Prophet begins pacing the room like a caged animal staring at every title on the wall as he passes by with frantic, wild eyes. He takes a final swig of his beer and fires it across the room off the wall as he roars in anger loudly. His buddy turns on the couch so he can look at prophet, careful not to talk yet, giving prophet a moment or to to calm down. eventually Prophet comes to rest in front of a world title that Reads "IWA World Champion" Prophet runs one of his big hands down the face of the title as his chest still lurching and heaving with anger. His buddy thinking Prophet has had enough time begins to speak.
Man-" What are you so wound up about man? Everyone runs there mouth. Who cares? Just get in there on Saturday and break some fucking bones! Make sure EVERYONE out there remembers who you are, and if they have never seen you before... make sure they never forget. I don't see what your getting so antsy over, it's just a stupid commercial bud.
Prophet whips around to face his friend with a evil sneer pasted on his face. He begins speaking in a very angry booming voice.
Prophet-" You don't see what the big deal is mike? Well the big fucking deal is that I have bled gallons of blood in the ring, I have broken bone after bone to bring this sport from small town bullshit gigs to being nationally known and respected! When I first started wrestling for the IWA, we'd maybe have fifty to one hundred people show up for the show, and that was a good night! Once I took the helm and became champion, all that changed. All that company and this sport needed was a champion that would lay it all on the line wek in and week out to prove that what we do in there isnt for everybody. I weeded out the weak during my reign and only the cream of the crop had any chance to make it there. I SINGLE HANDEDLY ON MY SHOULDERS ALONE brought this sport to where it is now. Every single young punk that is lucky enough to step in the ring in front of the thousands of screaming fans ought to write me a goddamn thank you letter for paving the way for them!
Prophet spins around facing the wall again and in a fit of rage plants his fist deeply in the wall. He pulls his hand out which is now bleeding pretty heavily from his knuckles and smiles. He stares at his hand in sick silence for a moment as if almost entranced at the blood he see's. Slowly he turns back towards mike seemingly much calmer and speaks again.
Prophet-" So after I did what I thought was all I could do for this sport I passed the torch to somebody else and quietly stepped down. I sat on the sidelines for five years! five fucking years! Watching the sport that I built with MY BLOOD AND TEARS getting reduced to nothing more then a gag reel. Talent didnt matter anymore, that wasn't what made you champion, what made you champion was how many fans were on your nuts and how far your nose was up the big-wigs asses. It made me sick. But what could I do? I told the world that after I got inducted into the hall of fame I would never wrestle for the IWA again and I meant it. So I sat around the house whimpering and crying like a little girl becuase the sport I love was decaying away to a joke again, and then one night I got an answer to my prayers. I turn on the T.V. and I happen to catch a glimpse of the PWR! a company that had just barely started but showed tons of potential. So of course I had to be a part of it. The following day I drove to the PWR headquarters and met with Josh Mercer. Understandably he was incredibly excited that a wrestler with my accolades wanted to be a part of his company so of course without any guff at all I got my contract.
Mike-" Like I said, I really don't see what the problem is Proph, Fuck the naysayers. Come Saturday words wont mean shit,
Prophet looks at Mike coldly and speaks.
Prophet-" I wasn't done yet mike, I think it'll be best if you let me finish dont you?
Mike Nods quietly not wanting to inciate prophets anger further.
Prophet-" As I was saying, I got my contract from Mercer, and he told me I was going to have to wait a couple weeks for him to get me an opponent that was of my Caliber! HA! What a joke. I dont know if he thinks I need to work out some ring rust or what but I am definitely going to bulldoze that idiot Steve dave.
Prophet walks out of the massive living room and into an equally big and beautiful kitchen he opens the fridge grabs three more beers and walks back into the living room. He throws one of the beers to mike and continues on.
Prophet-" So as if I didn't want to strangle Mercer bad enough already for pitting me in a joke of a fucking match, but to make matters worse I have to deal with the bullshit on that commercial!? I mean honestly, does anyone in the whole fucking world REALLY think Steve Dave can actually beat me? Can you believethe sheer stupidity of people Mike? they really think that some retard with a twitch and a midget girlfriend can not just compete against me, but maybe even beat me? I have been away from the industry to long mike, people don't respect and fear me the way they should. Come Saturday I am going to give everyone a big reality check when I not only beat Steve Dave but I do my damnedest to kill him right in the middle of that ring. there isn't a single wrestler alive today that can prove to me that this sport passed me by!
Prophet cracks open his beer and guzzles it quickly. He puts the empty can on the end table and continues to rattle on.
Prophet-" You know why Mike? I AM THIS DAMN SPORT! there aint no way it can pass me by, I brought this sport to a level it has never been before, and the second I leave it falls back into the brainless trash it once was. I see it as my duty to save the sport I have given EVERYTHING for otherwise all my blood all my tears, all the pain I have endured means nothing and believe me MIke I simply can not let that happen.
Mike smiles at Prophet who is grinning right back.
Mike-" I know that Proph, come this Saturday that poor kid is in for a genuine country boy ass whipping!
Prophet nods his head, his smile growing wider.
Prophet-" And before too long that PWR world title will be wrapped around my waist and once again I will be glistening like the Texas sun... So sayeth The prophet!
Prophet cracks the last beer and him and mike cheers laughing wildly.
Date: Wednesday January 20th 2010
Location:: Lin's Supermarket
Time: 3:33 P.M.
The cameras come back to life inside of Lins supermarket.we see Prophet standing in one of the checkout lines, his massive frame looming over everyone. He has a thirty pack on the counter and is waiting for the man in front of him to finish checking out. Prophet is still wearing his wife beater blue jeans and steel toed boots this time with a cowboy hat on. Everyone that walks by Prophet have their eye's glued to him at least for a moment staring in awe at the massive scars that run his body. Prophet ignores the people since he is used to the gawking and stares by a bunch of pussies who would never have the set of balls or the heart to do a quarter of the things Prophet has done for glory. The man in front of prophet has been taking forever and Prophet is clearly starting to grow impatient. He begins tapping his foot on the ground and speaks.
Prophet-" Jesus Christ, what did you do by the whole fucking store? Hurry the hell up and move out the way son! Some people have places to go!
The man is obviously scared by Prophet, and wont turn to look at him or speak at all, he continues staring directly at the clerk silently praying for her to hurry and that this nerve racking experience will soon be over. Prophet is seething in anger and getting ready to start yelling when he feels a soft tug on his wife beater, Prophet whips around expecting a fight to be on and see's nothing more then an anxious little boy tugging on him hoping to get his attention. Prophet looks at the boy and cant help cracking a smile.
Prophet-" Can I help you?
The boy smiles BIG back at Prophet and speaks.
Boy-" I just wanted to tell you you are my favorite wrestler ever Mr. Prophet and I cant wait for this saturday, your going to show the PWR what a real wrestler is!
Prophet pastes on a fake cheesy smile to appease the kid and speaks.
Prophet-" Thanks bub, I appreciate it.
Prophet turns around still waiting for the person in front of him to move.
Boy-" Um Mr. Prophet? (pulling on his wife Beater again, Prophet turns back around) All those scars you have on your body, did they hurt to get?
Prophet smiles at the boy and kneels down so they are looking eye to eye.
Prophet-" You know what? They did hurt when I first got them, but the pain was nothing compared to the pride I have for each and everyone of these scars. Everyone I have is proof that I walked through hell and back to achieve what I wanted to achieve, you know what I mean? They are my badges of pride! If you ever get some scars wear them proudly, it's what separates those that do versus those that just talk about. Hopefully this week I can earn some more scars, although I plan to give that loser Steve Dave a couple to remember me by! (Prophet Laughs) You get what I am saying?
The boy nods his head smiling widely.
Boy-" When I grow up I hope to be like you, I want to have badges of pride to! I want everyone to know what I di..
the boys mother pushes the boy behind her and speaks sternly to Prophet
Mother-" I am glad he is a fan of yours sir and that you took the time out of your busy schedule to talk with him, but in our house we do not condone violence AT ALL. and if I can help it he will most definitely NOT be watching crash T.V. this Saturday! I have been trying for months to break him of the habit of watching that filth. And you filling his head with glorification of violence doesn't help anything sir. I know you are proud of your achievements and if your into to that sort of thing you have every right to be, but please PLEASE do not fill my sons head with delusions of grandeur.
Prophet stands up to his full height looking down at the woman who is still bravely staring down Prophet holding her son behind her.
Prophet-" Well lady,it's a violent world we live in these days, and if your boy wants to watch professional wrestling, or even be a wrestler, let him. No amount of sheltering him is going to protect him from the outside world, weather you want him to or not I guarndamntee my little buddy is going to watch this Saturday as I hand Steve Dave his ass, Aint ya buddy?
The boy smiles widely and nods his head yes! yes! Prophet looks at the mom with a See? gesture and continues on.
Prophet-" Fact is ma'am you got yourself a little wrestler on your hands and no matter what you do, Or what anyone else does it aint going to stop him.So you might as wel just give in and l let him watch me take the PWR by storm casualty after casualty starting this week with Steve Dave cause either way behind your back or not, he is going to.
Prophet looks over and see's that the man in front of him in the line is finally done.
Prophet-" Now if you'll excuse me ma'am, I got bigger fish to fry.
Prophet takes off his cowboy hat reaches over the concerned mother and puts it on the boys head. The hat swims on the boy so much that all you can see is the kids grin from ear to ear.
Prophet-" Thanks for believing in my son, and this Saturday when I rip Steve Dave apart limb from limb, remember I will give him a tailor made ass whooping just for you, So sayeth the Prophet!
Prophet pays the clerk for his beer and walks out of the store as the boy jumps up and down cheering with excitement despite his mothers harsh scolding.
**fade**