Post by The Ox on May 2, 2011 20:47:47 GMT -6
Anger... one of the purest of emotions in the animal kingdon. And one of the hardest to control. Other emotions can take time to evolve. Love often builds over time. Saddest, while at times sudden, usually is calm and quiet. Happiness is often of short duration.
But anger.. usually hits quick.. and without an outlet can continue to build. And in its raw form, there are very few for forces of nature that is harder to control. An an eruption of uncontrolled anger in a human being can be one of the most violent things one can witness.
An enraged Ox walks down the hallway and pushes open the door to his dressing room. He slams the door after he enters with such force that one would wonder how it is still on its hinges.
He takes the ICW heavyweight title that is drapped over his shoulder, looks at it with hate in his eyes, and throws it across the room. It hits a wall, falls to the floor, and rests there.
Hes paces back and forth. Silently. His upper body heaving and falling as he takes in deep breaths... trying to control himself. He feels the rage filling him inside. Rage he hasnt felt in a long time.
The Ox: ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
He stops pacing and jsut breathes. He puts his head back.. trying to clear it. But can he? So many thoughts going through his head. Finally he looks toward the camera that has been following his every move. He stares at it... as if he was staring down an enemy.
The Ox: DANGEROUSLY! You better listen to me and you better listen good!
Ox pauses. Closes his eyes for a minute in order to gather the exact thoughts in his mind that he wishes to convey.
The Ox: Tonight I won the ICW heavyweight title. I should be here celebrating. I should be excited. I should have a feeling of accomplishment. After all the time I have spent giving myself to this sport. All the blood, sweat, tears... the years of sacrafice. Of putting undeserving stars like Widowmaker and Chad Hartl and others like them ahead of myself because thats what the fans wanted.
He paces back and forth in front of the camera.. fighting the battle to keep his emotions in check.
The Ox: But no.. I cant. And why cant I? Because Dave Dangerously cant fucking accept that I'm the best thing hes got going in ICW version one-hundred and fifty-six. He just cant accept that I have the most talent. He cant accept that I have walked into his fed and have schooled the old vets. He cant accept that the new jackwagons cant match up to the supposedly washed up EFWO star.
The look of anger starts to subside. One of determination starts to replace it.
The Ox: So Dangerously... how many more times are you going to make sure someone interferes in my matches so I dont have the oppurtunity to have a clean victory? First it was Harrison taking out Genesis before I could finish him off at the Insane Rumble. Then it was some mystery guy taking out Harrison when the lights went out on Mayhem.
He lets out a sarcastic chuckle at the mention of the mystery guy comment he just made.
The Ox: Like the entire wrestling world cant guess who the mystery guy is. You know you couldnt stand toe to toe with me or Harrison, Dave. SO you had someone throw the switch so you could get in and do whatever it is you did to know out Harrison. You know IM the most talented here. You know the fans wont allow you to deny keeping me down... so you are making sure all my wins are tainted. That way it doesnt make your haphazard roster of talent look as pathetic as it is.
Ox takes a piece of paper off the table in the locker room.
The Ox: Look at this. Half your supposed roster isnt even showing up... Im assuming because you cant afford to pay them. The ones that do show up arent worth crap. Seriously... these two that keep talking about goats.. does anyone really find that infantile humor funny? What the hell demographic are you trying to reach? If you think those two silly fucks are going to get you ratings and advertisers you are wrong. But thats always been your problem hasnt it?
Ox pauses. His thoughts coming fast but clear.
The Ox: This is why ICW has had to be resurrected so much. Because you continue running it into the ground. You never did have much business sense. And as long as Dave looks good... who the fuck cares what the rest of the roster looks like right? Phil fucking Flate was a better fucking booker than you.
Ox pauses again to let the depth of that comment sink in.
The Ox: The rest of your roster is in shambles. And now we are headed toward a pay-per-view. And whats the main event? Might as well be another fucking rumble. Just throw anyone with a hint of talent into the ring and call it a main event. And of course.. make it a world title match to draw in two or three more gullible viewers. Well guess what Dave.....
Ox looks sternly straight into the camera.
The Ox: There wont be an ICW world heavyweight title defense at the Death and Taxes pay-per-view. As of this moment I am vacating the Heavyweight title. But ohhh dont worry Dave.. Ill still be there in the main event at Death and Taxes. You wont lose the last of your fans. But I will prove once again that Im the best and most talented man currently in this federation. BUT
Rage again fills the eyes of The Ox. The silence causes the drama to build.
The Ox: If ANYONE interferes in that match... if anyone decides to somehow screw me out of a victory.. or out of a clean victory... Two things will happen. One! I will find you where ever you are in the arena and I will make sure you are never able to walk, more less wrestle again. And two... I will walk out of this damn federation and take any hope of you keeping this place running with me.
Ox turns away from the camera, walking over to pick up the ICW title belt. He looks at it and then heads to the door of his dressing room. He steps out into the hall and looks around. An employee of the arena walks down the hall and Ox grabs him.
The Ox: Yo. Where are the dumpsters in this place?
Employee: We dont have dumpsters. We have an incinerator. We burn just about everything.
The Ox: Really? How hot does it get? Do you know kid?
Employee: Im told its like 2000 degrees.
The Ox: Perfect. Where is this incinerator?
Employee: Hey you arent going to throw a whole bunch of aerosol cans in it are you? When the circus was here last month a bunch of clowns did that and it sounded like we had bombs going off all night.
Ox chuckles.
The Ox: Naw kid. Im not going to do anything like that.
Employee: The chute is down the hall and to the right.
Ox pats the kid on the shoulder, almost knocking him down. He tosses the ICW belt over his shoulder and walks down the hall. At the end of the hall a sign that says "Incinerator" and an arrow pointing right, shows where Ox needs to go.
He gets to the opening to the chute. He opens the latch with one hand and takes the belt off his shoulder with the other.
The Ox: Hey Dave... How does it feel. In the matter of minutes you find out that you no longer have a World Champion and then you find out.....
Ox holds the belt over the chute and then drops it into the fire below. Then he finishes his sentence
The Ox: That you also no longer have a title belt. Screw me one more time Dave... I fucking dare you.
Ox walks away as the camera focuses on the incinerator chute and the scene fades.
But anger.. usually hits quick.. and without an outlet can continue to build. And in its raw form, there are very few for forces of nature that is harder to control. An an eruption of uncontrolled anger in a human being can be one of the most violent things one can witness.
Right after the end of the show
An enraged Ox walks down the hallway and pushes open the door to his dressing room. He slams the door after he enters with such force that one would wonder how it is still on its hinges.
He takes the ICW heavyweight title that is drapped over his shoulder, looks at it with hate in his eyes, and throws it across the room. It hits a wall, falls to the floor, and rests there.
Hes paces back and forth. Silently. His upper body heaving and falling as he takes in deep breaths... trying to control himself. He feels the rage filling him inside. Rage he hasnt felt in a long time.
The Ox: ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
He stops pacing and jsut breathes. He puts his head back.. trying to clear it. But can he? So many thoughts going through his head. Finally he looks toward the camera that has been following his every move. He stares at it... as if he was staring down an enemy.
The Ox: DANGEROUSLY! You better listen to me and you better listen good!
Ox pauses. Closes his eyes for a minute in order to gather the exact thoughts in his mind that he wishes to convey.
The Ox: Tonight I won the ICW heavyweight title. I should be here celebrating. I should be excited. I should have a feeling of accomplishment. After all the time I have spent giving myself to this sport. All the blood, sweat, tears... the years of sacrafice. Of putting undeserving stars like Widowmaker and Chad Hartl and others like them ahead of myself because thats what the fans wanted.
He paces back and forth in front of the camera.. fighting the battle to keep his emotions in check.
The Ox: But no.. I cant. And why cant I? Because Dave Dangerously cant fucking accept that I'm the best thing hes got going in ICW version one-hundred and fifty-six. He just cant accept that I have the most talent. He cant accept that I have walked into his fed and have schooled the old vets. He cant accept that the new jackwagons cant match up to the supposedly washed up EFWO star.
The look of anger starts to subside. One of determination starts to replace it.
The Ox: So Dangerously... how many more times are you going to make sure someone interferes in my matches so I dont have the oppurtunity to have a clean victory? First it was Harrison taking out Genesis before I could finish him off at the Insane Rumble. Then it was some mystery guy taking out Harrison when the lights went out on Mayhem.
He lets out a sarcastic chuckle at the mention of the mystery guy comment he just made.
The Ox: Like the entire wrestling world cant guess who the mystery guy is. You know you couldnt stand toe to toe with me or Harrison, Dave. SO you had someone throw the switch so you could get in and do whatever it is you did to know out Harrison. You know IM the most talented here. You know the fans wont allow you to deny keeping me down... so you are making sure all my wins are tainted. That way it doesnt make your haphazard roster of talent look as pathetic as it is.
Ox takes a piece of paper off the table in the locker room.
The Ox: Look at this. Half your supposed roster isnt even showing up... Im assuming because you cant afford to pay them. The ones that do show up arent worth crap. Seriously... these two that keep talking about goats.. does anyone really find that infantile humor funny? What the hell demographic are you trying to reach? If you think those two silly fucks are going to get you ratings and advertisers you are wrong. But thats always been your problem hasnt it?
Ox pauses. His thoughts coming fast but clear.
The Ox: This is why ICW has had to be resurrected so much. Because you continue running it into the ground. You never did have much business sense. And as long as Dave looks good... who the fuck cares what the rest of the roster looks like right? Phil fucking Flate was a better fucking booker than you.
Ox pauses again to let the depth of that comment sink in.
The Ox: The rest of your roster is in shambles. And now we are headed toward a pay-per-view. And whats the main event? Might as well be another fucking rumble. Just throw anyone with a hint of talent into the ring and call it a main event. And of course.. make it a world title match to draw in two or three more gullible viewers. Well guess what Dave.....
Ox looks sternly straight into the camera.
The Ox: There wont be an ICW world heavyweight title defense at the Death and Taxes pay-per-view. As of this moment I am vacating the Heavyweight title. But ohhh dont worry Dave.. Ill still be there in the main event at Death and Taxes. You wont lose the last of your fans. But I will prove once again that Im the best and most talented man currently in this federation. BUT
Rage again fills the eyes of The Ox. The silence causes the drama to build.
The Ox: If ANYONE interferes in that match... if anyone decides to somehow screw me out of a victory.. or out of a clean victory... Two things will happen. One! I will find you where ever you are in the arena and I will make sure you are never able to walk, more less wrestle again. And two... I will walk out of this damn federation and take any hope of you keeping this place running with me.
Ox turns away from the camera, walking over to pick up the ICW title belt. He looks at it and then heads to the door of his dressing room. He steps out into the hall and looks around. An employee of the arena walks down the hall and Ox grabs him.
The Ox: Yo. Where are the dumpsters in this place?
Employee: We dont have dumpsters. We have an incinerator. We burn just about everything.
The Ox: Really? How hot does it get? Do you know kid?
Employee: Im told its like 2000 degrees.
The Ox: Perfect. Where is this incinerator?
Employee: Hey you arent going to throw a whole bunch of aerosol cans in it are you? When the circus was here last month a bunch of clowns did that and it sounded like we had bombs going off all night.
Ox chuckles.
The Ox: Naw kid. Im not going to do anything like that.
Employee: The chute is down the hall and to the right.
Ox pats the kid on the shoulder, almost knocking him down. He tosses the ICW belt over his shoulder and walks down the hall. At the end of the hall a sign that says "Incinerator" and an arrow pointing right, shows where Ox needs to go.
He gets to the opening to the chute. He opens the latch with one hand and takes the belt off his shoulder with the other.
The Ox: Hey Dave... How does it feel. In the matter of minutes you find out that you no longer have a World Champion and then you find out.....
Ox holds the belt over the chute and then drops it into the fire below. Then he finishes his sentence
The Ox: That you also no longer have a title belt. Screw me one more time Dave... I fucking dare you.
Ox walks away as the camera focuses on the incinerator chute and the scene fades.