Post by Scruffy Dog on Jan 15, 2008 11:24:04 GMT 10
It is 6am, the morning after Ice Rock's confrontation by Prez Shay in Club Pure. It's a fairly brisk morning in Las Vegas, with the hot desert sun not yet having had time to melt away the coldness of the night before. The fans, most of which sleep until late in the afternoon in the middle of the arena, not expecting anything from the AWO wrestlers even remotely early in the day, are startled as the AWOTron comes to life suddenly to the sound of heavy breathing. The camera pans out to show Scruffy Dog jogging down the Vegas streets, with only a smattering of people walking around on the footpaths, either still drunk or feeling hungover from the night before. Scruffy Dog, between breaths, speaks to the camera while he jogs.
Scruffy Dog: "You have to love Vegas in the morning..."
Scruffy Dog jumps over a guy wearing an untucked, crumpled shirt and tie puking in the gutter and smiles.
Scruffy Dog: "So different to the glamourous nightlife the night before. You see, at night you can be who you want to be and live life to the fullest. It's the morning after that gets you though. It's the morning after that brings you back down to Earth, and back to reality."
Scruffy Dog turns a corner.
Scruffy Dog: "You see, in the height of the night when you're surrounded with money, beautiful women, and a bunch of ass kissers, anyone can feel special. Even Ice Rock can seem like he's somebody important. But the fact of the matter is, when you wake up the next morning to see that it's all a sham, you're forced to face the fact that the night before was just a giant play called 'denial.'
Scruffy Dog stops suddenly and backtracks, picking up a magazine cover. It has a picture of Jessica Alba on it with the words 'WHO IS THE REAL FATHER?!' in large print at the top. Scruffy Dog chuckles and throws the magazine back on the rack, continuing his jog.
Scruffy Dog: "Right now, or soon, Ice Rock will be waking up and looking around the room and he'll probably see a couple of naked bimbos and empty bottles upon empty bottles of alcohol. But with all the glamour gone, he'll be forced to face the truth. No matter how much he parties and drinks and gets with the Vegas ladies, all he's really doing is hiding, because it is in fact he who knows he can't win at Resolution."
Scruffy Dog finally reaches his destination... the pub! He stops jogging and wanders in, collapsing onto the nearest bar stool and ordering a bourbon on the rocks, which comes extremely quickly considering the pub is empty apart from him. Scruffy Dog takes a sip and sighs lovingly.
Scruffy Dog: "Don't fool yourself Ice Rock. Just because I'm talking a lot about our upcoming match doesn't mean I'm actually training for it. We've already covered this, anyway. I trained for the hardcore match, sure, because it was your specialty. And that ended in a draw, more or less. This time, it's on my terms, and instead of training you're out getting a variety of STDs. Well, it's an interesting tactic and granted, it will make me stay as far away from you as possible, but it still won't help you get me to submit. You see, I'm a better man than that Ice Rock. And a better man than you, while we're at it."
Scruffy Dog takes another mouthful.
Scruffy Dog: "I'm not training for this match. I don't need to. I'll rest up for the few days beforehand, because that's just common sense - and I suppose you'll do the same from rehab - but don't flatter yourself into thinking that this is a match I take seriously enough to train for. Ice Rock in a Central Hell match? That's always going to hurt. But submission match? I chose this match because you have about a zero percent chance of beating me from the get-go."
Scruffy Dog takes a final mouthful of the bourbon, slamming the glass down on the bench.
Scruffy Dog: "No matter how many celebrities you can pretend you've been with, you'll always be half the man I am. And you'll never be the AWO World Champion, that's for damn sure."
And with that, and as Scruffy Dog orders another drink, the AWOTron fades to black.
Scruffy Dog: "You have to love Vegas in the morning..."
Scruffy Dog jumps over a guy wearing an untucked, crumpled shirt and tie puking in the gutter and smiles.
Scruffy Dog: "So different to the glamourous nightlife the night before. You see, at night you can be who you want to be and live life to the fullest. It's the morning after that gets you though. It's the morning after that brings you back down to Earth, and back to reality."
Scruffy Dog turns a corner.
Scruffy Dog: "You see, in the height of the night when you're surrounded with money, beautiful women, and a bunch of ass kissers, anyone can feel special. Even Ice Rock can seem like he's somebody important. But the fact of the matter is, when you wake up the next morning to see that it's all a sham, you're forced to face the fact that the night before was just a giant play called 'denial.'
Scruffy Dog stops suddenly and backtracks, picking up a magazine cover. It has a picture of Jessica Alba on it with the words 'WHO IS THE REAL FATHER?!' in large print at the top. Scruffy Dog chuckles and throws the magazine back on the rack, continuing his jog.
Scruffy Dog: "Right now, or soon, Ice Rock will be waking up and looking around the room and he'll probably see a couple of naked bimbos and empty bottles upon empty bottles of alcohol. But with all the glamour gone, he'll be forced to face the truth. No matter how much he parties and drinks and gets with the Vegas ladies, all he's really doing is hiding, because it is in fact he who knows he can't win at Resolution."
Scruffy Dog finally reaches his destination... the pub! He stops jogging and wanders in, collapsing onto the nearest bar stool and ordering a bourbon on the rocks, which comes extremely quickly considering the pub is empty apart from him. Scruffy Dog takes a sip and sighs lovingly.
Scruffy Dog: "Don't fool yourself Ice Rock. Just because I'm talking a lot about our upcoming match doesn't mean I'm actually training for it. We've already covered this, anyway. I trained for the hardcore match, sure, because it was your specialty. And that ended in a draw, more or less. This time, it's on my terms, and instead of training you're out getting a variety of STDs. Well, it's an interesting tactic and granted, it will make me stay as far away from you as possible, but it still won't help you get me to submit. You see, I'm a better man than that Ice Rock. And a better man than you, while we're at it."
Scruffy Dog takes another mouthful.
Scruffy Dog: "I'm not training for this match. I don't need to. I'll rest up for the few days beforehand, because that's just common sense - and I suppose you'll do the same from rehab - but don't flatter yourself into thinking that this is a match I take seriously enough to train for. Ice Rock in a Central Hell match? That's always going to hurt. But submission match? I chose this match because you have about a zero percent chance of beating me from the get-go."
Scruffy Dog takes a final mouthful of the bourbon, slamming the glass down on the bench.
Scruffy Dog: "No matter how many celebrities you can pretend you've been with, you'll always be half the man I am. And you'll never be the AWO World Champion, that's for damn sure."
And with that, and as Scruffy Dog orders another drink, the AWOTron fades to black.