Post by Scruffy Dog on Jan 15, 2008 15:52:42 GMT 10
By now Ice Rock is probably at the gym with a semi-stoned President Shay. The arena is now wide awake, as it's past lunch time and those fortunate enough to have won some money back at the real casinos have managed to buy some food. Those that haven't are awakened by the smell and drool steadily. All this is interrupted though as 'Falling Away From Me' hits and the crowd gives a light cheer. Scruffy Dog emerges from the back holding one of the replica AWO World Heavyweight Championship title belts in his hand. He walks down the ring without much enthusiasm and rolls into the ring. He grabs a microphone from a ring tech and lays the title belt out in front of him on the ring mat. Looking back up at the crowd, he speaks.
Scruffy Dog: "Whatever happened... to the old Scruffy Dog? Whatever happened... to Ice Rock's friend?"
He looks around, as if trying to find him... but then stops suddenly as if he's had enough of joking. He looks up at the entranceway.
Scruffy Dog: "Ice Rock, you've been there for me for a long time. And likewise, I've been there for you, be it for your wedding or when you murdered that hook... er..."
Scruffy Dog looks around suddenly, stopping himself. Being unable to think of a way to finish the sentence, he simply gives up and moves on.
Scruffy Dog: "So I understand how you feel. I do. For someone who needs people, and who's always had people around, I can understand how you might feel betrayed by what's happened between us. You've felt and seen the change in me, just like I'm sure everyone out here has, and just like I have too..."
He stares down at the title belt.
Scruffy Dog: "And is it for this? Is it for the World Championship? Is that what's got me so... disgruntled?"
Scruffy Dog shakes his head.
Scruffy Dog: "No. That's not it. That has never been it. The AWO World Heavyweight Championship means more to me than anything, it's true. But I've never had to give up my identity to hold a World Championship before, and I'm not starting now. You see the truth is Ice Rock, it's nothing personal at all. The truth is, you're a social butterfly. You've always had someone there with you, whether it be me, members of Cry Wolf, or even Ron Matthews annoying you at every turn! But who do I have, Ice Rock? I've had Cheap Shot. I've had all the old members of AWO. Hell, I've had Spark. But where are they now? They're gone Ice, because in the end, whether it's the shine of the title gold or just something in my subconscious, they always get pushed away or leave. The closest thing I have right now is Spaz, who turns up at my door and basically has to beg me for help in preparing for his match because I'm more concerned with a damned peach cobbler. So you see, Ice, this thing isn't even about you and me anymore. It's just my life. My life in which everything and everyone I ever cared about eventually leaves or get's pushed away. And the truth is Ice..."
Suddenly, the arena lights go out. The crowd gasps... but for a while nothing happens. Nothing, that is, until a horrible sound that sounds like five bands are mashing all their instruments at once. After this plays for a few seconds, a countdown pops up on the AWOTron. Then underneath, in font looking like the letters have been slashed on with red paint, is one word.
This carries on for a moment before the AWOtron switches off and the lights return to normal. Scruffy Dog stands, expressionless, still looking up at the now blank AWOTron. After a moment, he drags the microphone up to his mouth again.
Scruffy Dog: "The truth is... I have a feeling that something's going down at Resolution that's bigger than the both of us."
There's a long pause before Scruffy Dog drops the microphone, and slowly makes his way up the ramp without any music at all.
Scruffy Dog: "Whatever happened... to the old Scruffy Dog? Whatever happened... to Ice Rock's friend?"
He looks around, as if trying to find him... but then stops suddenly as if he's had enough of joking. He looks up at the entranceway.
Scruffy Dog: "Ice Rock, you've been there for me for a long time. And likewise, I've been there for you, be it for your wedding or when you murdered that hook... er..."
Scruffy Dog looks around suddenly, stopping himself. Being unable to think of a way to finish the sentence, he simply gives up and moves on.
Scruffy Dog: "So I understand how you feel. I do. For someone who needs people, and who's always had people around, I can understand how you might feel betrayed by what's happened between us. You've felt and seen the change in me, just like I'm sure everyone out here has, and just like I have too..."
He stares down at the title belt.
Scruffy Dog: "And is it for this? Is it for the World Championship? Is that what's got me so... disgruntled?"
Scruffy Dog shakes his head.
Scruffy Dog: "No. That's not it. That has never been it. The AWO World Heavyweight Championship means more to me than anything, it's true. But I've never had to give up my identity to hold a World Championship before, and I'm not starting now. You see the truth is Ice Rock, it's nothing personal at all. The truth is, you're a social butterfly. You've always had someone there with you, whether it be me, members of Cry Wolf, or even Ron Matthews annoying you at every turn! But who do I have, Ice Rock? I've had Cheap Shot. I've had all the old members of AWO. Hell, I've had Spark. But where are they now? They're gone Ice, because in the end, whether it's the shine of the title gold or just something in my subconscious, they always get pushed away or leave. The closest thing I have right now is Spaz, who turns up at my door and basically has to beg me for help in preparing for his match because I'm more concerned with a damned peach cobbler. So you see, Ice, this thing isn't even about you and me anymore. It's just my life. My life in which everything and everyone I ever cared about eventually leaves or get's pushed away. And the truth is Ice..."
Suddenly, the arena lights go out. The crowd gasps... but for a while nothing happens. Nothing, that is, until a horrible sound that sounds like five bands are mashing all their instruments at once. After this plays for a few seconds, a countdown pops up on the AWOTron. Then underneath, in font looking like the letters have been slashed on with red paint, is one word.
Resolution
This carries on for a moment before the AWOtron switches off and the lights return to normal. Scruffy Dog stands, expressionless, still looking up at the now blank AWOTron. After a moment, he drags the microphone up to his mouth again.
Scruffy Dog: "The truth is... I have a feeling that something's going down at Resolution that's bigger than the both of us."
There's a long pause before Scruffy Dog drops the microphone, and slowly makes his way up the ramp without any music at all.