Post by Roc Anderson on Feb 9, 2010 18:32:26 GMT -5
Now, this is living!
It's a beautiful mid-February morning in Pennsylvania. The bright, effervescent sun casts a glimmering white blanket across the landscape, disguising the fact that outside temperatures are dropping to close to zero degrees, by almost fooling the people in to believing that it's a beautiful summer's morning.
People are up to all different variations of tasks for the mid-morning rush. Mostly they just run about getting ready to begin their day, defrosting their car windscreens, getting the engine running to warm up the car before they need to use to get them to work, so they can work their mundane 9 to 5 office job earning just enough money to pay the bills and survive long enough for them to be able to go to work the next day and start the same process over and over again.
In a penthouse room, of a plush, up-market hotel, one man looks out over the landscape. He's not just any man, not just a mere mortal. This man is living legend, a God amongst men. He rules the wrestling ring with an iron fist and has his sights set on nothing short of complete domination of the sport in which competes. He is, of course, Roc Anderson. Roc sits on a chair gazing out of the large window, a glass of spirits in his right hand and a beautiful brunette buxom babe draped over his shoulder. She nibbles playfully at his ear, rubbing her semi-naked body against his back as he lifts the glass to his lips and takes some of the drink in to his mouth.
One day, all this will be mine...
Woman: "Ready for round two, tiger?"
The woman runs her hand teasingly down the front of Roc's chest, lingering just above his waist line and running her fingers around the inside of his underwear.
Roc: "Round two? What would I want to do that for....I already got what I wanted"
Roc stands up, out of his chair, pushing the woman back to the floor behind him. He walks up to the window, placing one hand on the window pane as he continues to look out.
Woman: "Jerk!"
Roc smirks, catching a glimpse of himself in the reflection he casts in the window. He's proud of what he sees. A new man, more focused, more determined and more driven than any incarnation of the man that stood before.
Roc: "Listen, babe. Don't take it personally. You got used. I got what I wanted, you got...well, not much, lets be honest, but shit happens. You're not the first person I've used to get what I want and trust me, you won't be the last"
The woman gets to her feet and starts scurrying around the room gathering her belongings together, she's clearly upset by what Roc has said and starts hurling abuse at him. Roc continues to stand in the window gazing out, completely ignoring her as she runs around. After a few seconds there's a slam as the door to the room closes shut and the female leaves. Roc breathes a deep sigh of relief.
The door opens again and Roc shakes his head. He doesn't turn to see who it is, instead he just speaks.
Roc: "Don't you get it? I'm not interested in you. I got my half hour of fun, you got nothing else to offer me"
? ? ?: "I... I'm sorry to bother you..."
The voice that speaks is an unfamiliar and unexpected one. It's a male voice, it squeaks slightly as the words are formed and there's a slight stutter in the person's speech. Roc turns around to see a young man, no older than twenty years old infront of him. He has scruffy, short black hair and is dressed in a Star-Man T-shirt and blue jeans.
? ? ?: "Sorry to bother you Mr Anderson, My name's Kip. I work for www.super-wrestling.com your manager arranged for me to be able to do a brief interview with you today, and this is the time that was alloted to me...."
Roc kicks the chair at the man, motioning for him to sit, and then turns back to looking out of the window.
Roc: "Am I getting paid for this?"
Kip: "Yes sir, I believe a fee has already been arranged with your manager"
Roc: "Good. I can't do this shit if there's nothing in it for me...so what do you want to know?"
Kip: "Well, Chapter Two has just come and gone, and you've walked out of it as the new PWA TV Champion, how does it make you feel?"
Roc: "How does it make me feel? What kind of a question is that? It doesn't make me feel anything. If you think I wrestle and want to win titles for the thrill and honor of winning them then you're sorely mistaken. What kind of a loser would do that? I feel richer now that I've won, but not emotionally richer or any other kind of pussy bullshit like that. Now that I'm the TV champion, I've got endorsement deals and sponsorships coming out of my ass. I'm getting paid to do shitty interviews with two bit wrestling reporting websites, much like yours, whereas previously I had to do them for free. So I feel richer, financially. And in today's world that's all that matters."
Kip: "I see. Well, the fans have been in uproar since you gave up as Star-Man and have turned this new corner in your career, would you care to comment on that?"
Roc: "I don't care. That's the plain truth. I couldn't care less any more what the fans want me to do and expect me to do. I spent too long doing what other people wanted and being who other people wanted me to be. And you know what that taught me? That you can't rely on anybody in this world. Nobody but yourself. So that's what I need to set my new focus on, getting myself where I want to be and getting myself what I want to get. There's no point doing things for other people and hoping that through the goodness of their little hearts they'll propel me to where I want to go, because they won't. People are selfish and people are only out for themselves. I couldn't beat them previously, and as the old saying goes....if you can't beat them...."
Kip: "I used to be one of those fans! How can you be so cold? We made you what you are..."
Roc: "You made me? Short of being my father, you can't really claim anything so stupid, Kip. Let me explain to you, in no uncertain terms, something that you and the rest of all those little Star-Man bum boys need to hear. Star-Man is DEAD. He was nothing to begin with and now he's returned, gone full-circle and is nothing once more. I spent my whole career doing everything you wanted me to do. I ran out and saved other idiots from getting their faces smashed in, because you fans cheered for me to do it. And what did I get out of that? Let me tell you, I got MY face smashed in while the person I saved got to walk out of the ring before they took the punishment they undoubtedly deserved. I didn't see you climbing over the fences at ringside to save me, I didn't see ANY of the thousands of fans trying to help me...but the following week you'd all cheer for me to come out again and watch me get beat up...how long did you think that would last? How long did you think I would be your puppet? How long did you think I would spend as a performing monkey? Coming out week after week and getting beat up because you idiots wanted to see me 'do the right thing'. The right thing to do, would have been to ignore that bullshit and just get on with my own life, get myself a better salary and more sponsorships so that I didn't have to work that shitty job anymore. But hey, there's no time like the present!"
Kip: "Wow. You're nothing like you used to be..."
Roc: "Listen, Kip. You've got to get a grip. This is the big, open, wide world now. You're not back in Mom's basement where she can look after you, do your laundry and cook your meals. In the REAL world, nobody out there actually gives a shit about you, and if you don't try to get yourself ahead of the game, you end up coming last. You probably earn, what? 1k a month, if you're lucky. You probably spend 900 a month on bills and living costs, leaving the other 100 for you to spend on getting yourself to and from work. You earn just enough money to be able to get yourself back to work the next month and start the whole process over again. You know why that is? Because you're taking orders from someone else, you're doing what someone else wants you to do. As long as you keep that mentality, the most you can ever hope for is to be SECOND best. And nobody cares about second best."
Kip: "At least I'll still have my integrity, Roc. I think I'm done."
Roc: "You can keep your integrity. It's worthless anyway. I'll take my ridiculous, over-paid salary and sponsorship deals over your integrity any day of the week. When it comes down to it, all you're going to have left is your integrity, but as for me, there's no stopping me. I'm going to have everything. And I mean EVERYTHING. You can quote me on that by the way."
Kip: "You don't deserve any of it, somebody will stop you somewhere along the way and you'll get what you deserve"
Roc: "I doubt it"
Kip gets up and leaves, hurriedly gathering his papers and slamming the door behind him. Roc continues staring out the window, smirking to himself still.
Someone will stop me? Ha! Nobody can stop me. You can't stop The Roc.
It's a beautiful mid-February morning in Pennsylvania. The bright, effervescent sun casts a glimmering white blanket across the landscape, disguising the fact that outside temperatures are dropping to close to zero degrees, by almost fooling the people in to believing that it's a beautiful summer's morning.
People are up to all different variations of tasks for the mid-morning rush. Mostly they just run about getting ready to begin their day, defrosting their car windscreens, getting the engine running to warm up the car before they need to use to get them to work, so they can work their mundane 9 to 5 office job earning just enough money to pay the bills and survive long enough for them to be able to go to work the next day and start the same process over and over again.
In a penthouse room, of a plush, up-market hotel, one man looks out over the landscape. He's not just any man, not just a mere mortal. This man is living legend, a God amongst men. He rules the wrestling ring with an iron fist and has his sights set on nothing short of complete domination of the sport in which competes. He is, of course, Roc Anderson. Roc sits on a chair gazing out of the large window, a glass of spirits in his right hand and a beautiful brunette buxom babe draped over his shoulder. She nibbles playfully at his ear, rubbing her semi-naked body against his back as he lifts the glass to his lips and takes some of the drink in to his mouth.
One day, all this will be mine...
Woman: "Ready for round two, tiger?"
The woman runs her hand teasingly down the front of Roc's chest, lingering just above his waist line and running her fingers around the inside of his underwear.
Roc: "Round two? What would I want to do that for....I already got what I wanted"
Roc stands up, out of his chair, pushing the woman back to the floor behind him. He walks up to the window, placing one hand on the window pane as he continues to look out.
Woman: "Jerk!"
Roc smirks, catching a glimpse of himself in the reflection he casts in the window. He's proud of what he sees. A new man, more focused, more determined and more driven than any incarnation of the man that stood before.
Roc: "Listen, babe. Don't take it personally. You got used. I got what I wanted, you got...well, not much, lets be honest, but shit happens. You're not the first person I've used to get what I want and trust me, you won't be the last"
The woman gets to her feet and starts scurrying around the room gathering her belongings together, she's clearly upset by what Roc has said and starts hurling abuse at him. Roc continues to stand in the window gazing out, completely ignoring her as she runs around. After a few seconds there's a slam as the door to the room closes shut and the female leaves. Roc breathes a deep sigh of relief.
The door opens again and Roc shakes his head. He doesn't turn to see who it is, instead he just speaks.
Roc: "Don't you get it? I'm not interested in you. I got my half hour of fun, you got nothing else to offer me"
? ? ?: "I... I'm sorry to bother you..."
The voice that speaks is an unfamiliar and unexpected one. It's a male voice, it squeaks slightly as the words are formed and there's a slight stutter in the person's speech. Roc turns around to see a young man, no older than twenty years old infront of him. He has scruffy, short black hair and is dressed in a Star-Man T-shirt and blue jeans.
? ? ?: "Sorry to bother you Mr Anderson, My name's Kip. I work for www.super-wrestling.com your manager arranged for me to be able to do a brief interview with you today, and this is the time that was alloted to me...."
Roc kicks the chair at the man, motioning for him to sit, and then turns back to looking out of the window.
Roc: "Am I getting paid for this?"
Kip: "Yes sir, I believe a fee has already been arranged with your manager"
Roc: "Good. I can't do this shit if there's nothing in it for me...so what do you want to know?"
Kip: "Well, Chapter Two has just come and gone, and you've walked out of it as the new PWA TV Champion, how does it make you feel?"
Roc: "How does it make me feel? What kind of a question is that? It doesn't make me feel anything. If you think I wrestle and want to win titles for the thrill and honor of winning them then you're sorely mistaken. What kind of a loser would do that? I feel richer now that I've won, but not emotionally richer or any other kind of pussy bullshit like that. Now that I'm the TV champion, I've got endorsement deals and sponsorships coming out of my ass. I'm getting paid to do shitty interviews with two bit wrestling reporting websites, much like yours, whereas previously I had to do them for free. So I feel richer, financially. And in today's world that's all that matters."
Kip: "I see. Well, the fans have been in uproar since you gave up as Star-Man and have turned this new corner in your career, would you care to comment on that?"
Roc: "I don't care. That's the plain truth. I couldn't care less any more what the fans want me to do and expect me to do. I spent too long doing what other people wanted and being who other people wanted me to be. And you know what that taught me? That you can't rely on anybody in this world. Nobody but yourself. So that's what I need to set my new focus on, getting myself where I want to be and getting myself what I want to get. There's no point doing things for other people and hoping that through the goodness of their little hearts they'll propel me to where I want to go, because they won't. People are selfish and people are only out for themselves. I couldn't beat them previously, and as the old saying goes....if you can't beat them...."
Kip: "I used to be one of those fans! How can you be so cold? We made you what you are..."
Roc: "You made me? Short of being my father, you can't really claim anything so stupid, Kip. Let me explain to you, in no uncertain terms, something that you and the rest of all those little Star-Man bum boys need to hear. Star-Man is DEAD. He was nothing to begin with and now he's returned, gone full-circle and is nothing once more. I spent my whole career doing everything you wanted me to do. I ran out and saved other idiots from getting their faces smashed in, because you fans cheered for me to do it. And what did I get out of that? Let me tell you, I got MY face smashed in while the person I saved got to walk out of the ring before they took the punishment they undoubtedly deserved. I didn't see you climbing over the fences at ringside to save me, I didn't see ANY of the thousands of fans trying to help me...but the following week you'd all cheer for me to come out again and watch me get beat up...how long did you think that would last? How long did you think I would be your puppet? How long did you think I would spend as a performing monkey? Coming out week after week and getting beat up because you idiots wanted to see me 'do the right thing'. The right thing to do, would have been to ignore that bullshit and just get on with my own life, get myself a better salary and more sponsorships so that I didn't have to work that shitty job anymore. But hey, there's no time like the present!"
Kip: "Wow. You're nothing like you used to be..."
Roc: "Listen, Kip. You've got to get a grip. This is the big, open, wide world now. You're not back in Mom's basement where she can look after you, do your laundry and cook your meals. In the REAL world, nobody out there actually gives a shit about you, and if you don't try to get yourself ahead of the game, you end up coming last. You probably earn, what? 1k a month, if you're lucky. You probably spend 900 a month on bills and living costs, leaving the other 100 for you to spend on getting yourself to and from work. You earn just enough money to be able to get yourself back to work the next month and start the whole process over again. You know why that is? Because you're taking orders from someone else, you're doing what someone else wants you to do. As long as you keep that mentality, the most you can ever hope for is to be SECOND best. And nobody cares about second best."
Kip: "At least I'll still have my integrity, Roc. I think I'm done."
Roc: "You can keep your integrity. It's worthless anyway. I'll take my ridiculous, over-paid salary and sponsorship deals over your integrity any day of the week. When it comes down to it, all you're going to have left is your integrity, but as for me, there's no stopping me. I'm going to have everything. And I mean EVERYTHING. You can quote me on that by the way."
Kip: "You don't deserve any of it, somebody will stop you somewhere along the way and you'll get what you deserve"
Roc: "I doubt it"
Kip gets up and leaves, hurriedly gathering his papers and slamming the door behind him. Roc continues staring out the window, smirking to himself still.
Someone will stop me? Ha! Nobody can stop me. You can't stop The Roc.