Post by Showtime on Jun 22, 2015 19:35:48 GMT -8
Opening up the shot, the view was fixated on a shoulder in a black sling, panning out very slowly we see a shot of an injured Showtime, confirming the rumors of his injury. Looking as if he failed to put a razor to his face since the last Gold Rush, he looked rough and the usual sparkle in his eye was gone. What was there seemed cold, almost uncaring and definitely dangerous glimpse into the mind of a man that did what was best for the people and assaulted for it. Standing on a concrete cliff overseeing a beautiful view of lush green mountains with trees swaying peacefully from the breeze, the look etched across the face of Showtime was different, unlike who he usually was. He didn't have a shirt on, his tanned flesh let the sun bounce off of it, his tattooed upper-torso blasted despite the caramel color skin-tone. Tilting his head back as he poked his chin out, he cleared his throat, even his voice was off.
"Before this goes any further, I'd like to take a second to say rest in peace to an icon, of course that being 'The American Dream' Dusty Rhodes. A man that worked his way up from the bottom and left such an impression of people like me that without him, I don't know if I'd exist. To see a man like Dusty make such the impact he did, that goes to show that no matter who you are, how big... small... tall... short... thick... thin, blue, yellow, orange with green polkadots or magenta with beige stripes, you can make it. You've gotta work hard, lace up your boots and keep firin' forward, 'cause of the son of a plumber and go from nothing to one of the biggest names the industry has and will ever see, you can too."
Speaking with such passion, Showtime ran the tip of his thumb across the lower portion of his left eye, not from a tear rather from emotion. He took a sigh as the death of a legend hit people differently, but for Showtime, a kid that came from nothing and hard to work his way up the ladder... losing a role model would motivate him though to push through the hell that would stand in between him and what he wanted to achieve. The twinkle in his eye still had yet to return, instead anger and hurt came across, even with a bit of frustration pinched in.
"I'm not gonna quote 'Hard Times', Cocheese and Parker already did that. Despite being true, this isn't about 'Hard Times' it's more about persistence. See, if Drew Stevenson, Reed Williams, Barrel and Robert Goldstein... on yeah old man, I know who you are... if I quit, they win. If I lay back in bed or on the couch at home and nurse my shoulder injury, they're going to win and it ain't happenin'... eh- eh! How would I be paying tribute to The Dream if I curled up and cried myself to sleep 'cause of this little scratch here!?"
Attempting to roll his obviously injured shoulder forward, a burst of pain shot from shoulder to brain causing Showtime to grimace, but he sucked it up and let of a exhale.
"The Golden Gate Wrestling Champion and his three stooges ain't enough to slow me down, hell naw! See Drew, I told you at Gold Rush, I'm not afraid of you, you don't intimidate me, it takes a hell of a lot more than you, your new Mini-Me Reed, your tattooed bitch in Barrel and the Bee Arthur of Wrestling in Goldstein! You four ain't gonna send me off the tracks, noy when I've got so much to work for accomplish! This is a temporary, and when I say temporary I mean.. a few days worth of waiting before I jump back into the thick of things and much like I did with Adelaide, put my foot so far up your ass my knee quenches your thirst!"
Reaching over, he grabbed hold of the sling and ripped it off, lifting his arm in the process and despite the pain he was in, he didn't allow it to dictate who he was and what he was set out to do. Whipping the sling towards the camera, all as he snapped his head from left to right and lifted his injured arm up gingerly, but enough to show that persistence he was talking about. If anything, Showtime had heart for days and nothing Drew and his coalition could do would curb that.
"Your punkass attempt at sidelining me didn't work too well, did it!? Next time you four need to bring more aggression 'cause ya'll hit like bitches, and I mean it!"
The Showtime that GGW had come to know and love had finally emerged from his battle-ravaged shell and wanted to play...
"I heard rumblings of Stevenson possibly trying to glory-hog the event and throwin' his name into the hat, DO IT! Give me the chance to stand toe-to-toe with you in front of the fans and show you what happens when you try to take my career away from me! Let's see how tough you are when you don't have your pack around you! Your wolves will only follow for so long, up until the point I punk out it's alpha and they see that you're not the supreme being they think you are! You're one hell of an asset to this industry, you're one of the finest technical specimens this generation has seen, but it's no longer... your time. It's Showtime, Drew and I doubt you've got enough left in the tank to take on a guy of my caliber, hurt shoulder or not. This minor setback is just that.. a setback, it won't stop me from chargin' into Gold Rush seein' red, breaking past Williams, knocking down Barrel and breakin' Goldstein's hip if it means getting my hands on you and takin' you DOWN!"
Pride!? Courage?! Emotion?! All of these things were tossed into a blender, downed by a six foot five, near three hundred pound frame of charisma and muscle and topped off with a blast-cap due to Stevenson's Coalition's attempt to subtract him from the GGW equation.
"You attempted to take me out and that won't go unchecked. While other people may cower at The Rainbow Association, it ain't my game to hide from what you're throwin'! Lefty Grove is probably the best pitcher of all time, but Babe Ruth still humbled his ass when they played, and this ain't no different. I'll never knock you and what you've done and what you continue to do for the industry... as selfish of a son-of-a-bitch you are, your name moves the scale. Williams and Barrel will just grow infamous with Goldstein and your teaching, but that's where it ends. I won't stop my crusade until I put you four down and it begins at Dusty's Memorial Cup! The event that'll become a staple in GGW's history will feature names like Frankie Cocheese... like Wolf Parker... like Showtime, all as we seek redemption and respect from knockin' the punkass Stevenson Alliance around from pillar to post!"
Firing off a smirk, Showtime brushed his thumb across the tip of his nose and nodded.
"Just like Dusty versus The Horsemen, you may outnumber me... but I'll find a way to get even. I'm not The American Dream, there will never be another like him but there's guys like me and like Frankie that's not going to put up with the rising of a Fourth Reich, eh- eh! I'm entering the Dusty Cup in memory of one of the greatest to ever to do it and also... because I want a shot at any of your boys, including yourself Stevenson... 'cause as good as you are, and you're arguably the best... the story changes when the fear factor isn't mixed in and you've gotta look your opponent eye to eye when it's just you and him... so ask yourself Drew, what's gonna happen when your boys aren't there to back you up!? What's gonna happen when the possibility rises of you having to square off one on one against me with no Association of Pricks out there to help you!? See, bum shoulder or not, I'm honoring Dusty's memory the right way and gonna enter the match, win that gauntlet and hoist it high in the air, high enough so Dream and Sapphire can boogy on down from the heavens while catchin' the glare from the light and see that... Yeah... It's Showtime, baby!"
He delivered his signature line with force that it'd rock the pillars of heaven. Showtime clapsed his hands together and rubbed them in anticipation for what was on the horizon for his career. He knew that despite how much trouble Drew and company would give him, it'd be worth it. It was a make or break point in Showtime's career, he had the chance to stand up for what he believed in or he could cower and let things go... and the latter wasn't a realistic option. The most dangerous thing besides focus is a man who has something to work for, and in this instance, Showtime was looking directly at the Dusty Rhodes Memorial Cup and he knew that bringing it home is what needed to be done. He still needed to work his ass off to get his fair shot at Drew Stevenson and the GGW Championship, and this is a good step in the right direction. Taking the time to stare into the camera all as the beautiful view was over his shoulder, Showtime smirked, nodded and moved off to the side as across the frame and over the baby blue sky.. in thick letters..
"REST IN LOVE DUSTY RHODES, YOU'LL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN!"
"Before this goes any further, I'd like to take a second to say rest in peace to an icon, of course that being 'The American Dream' Dusty Rhodes. A man that worked his way up from the bottom and left such an impression of people like me that without him, I don't know if I'd exist. To see a man like Dusty make such the impact he did, that goes to show that no matter who you are, how big... small... tall... short... thick... thin, blue, yellow, orange with green polkadots or magenta with beige stripes, you can make it. You've gotta work hard, lace up your boots and keep firin' forward, 'cause of the son of a plumber and go from nothing to one of the biggest names the industry has and will ever see, you can too."
Speaking with such passion, Showtime ran the tip of his thumb across the lower portion of his left eye, not from a tear rather from emotion. He took a sigh as the death of a legend hit people differently, but for Showtime, a kid that came from nothing and hard to work his way up the ladder... losing a role model would motivate him though to push through the hell that would stand in between him and what he wanted to achieve. The twinkle in his eye still had yet to return, instead anger and hurt came across, even with a bit of frustration pinched in.
"I'm not gonna quote 'Hard Times', Cocheese and Parker already did that. Despite being true, this isn't about 'Hard Times' it's more about persistence. See, if Drew Stevenson, Reed Williams, Barrel and Robert Goldstein... on yeah old man, I know who you are... if I quit, they win. If I lay back in bed or on the couch at home and nurse my shoulder injury, they're going to win and it ain't happenin'... eh- eh! How would I be paying tribute to The Dream if I curled up and cried myself to sleep 'cause of this little scratch here!?"
Attempting to roll his obviously injured shoulder forward, a burst of pain shot from shoulder to brain causing Showtime to grimace, but he sucked it up and let of a exhale.
"The Golden Gate Wrestling Champion and his three stooges ain't enough to slow me down, hell naw! See Drew, I told you at Gold Rush, I'm not afraid of you, you don't intimidate me, it takes a hell of a lot more than you, your new Mini-Me Reed, your tattooed bitch in Barrel and the Bee Arthur of Wrestling in Goldstein! You four ain't gonna send me off the tracks, noy when I've got so much to work for accomplish! This is a temporary, and when I say temporary I mean.. a few days worth of waiting before I jump back into the thick of things and much like I did with Adelaide, put my foot so far up your ass my knee quenches your thirst!"
Reaching over, he grabbed hold of the sling and ripped it off, lifting his arm in the process and despite the pain he was in, he didn't allow it to dictate who he was and what he was set out to do. Whipping the sling towards the camera, all as he snapped his head from left to right and lifted his injured arm up gingerly, but enough to show that persistence he was talking about. If anything, Showtime had heart for days and nothing Drew and his coalition could do would curb that.
"Your punkass attempt at sidelining me didn't work too well, did it!? Next time you four need to bring more aggression 'cause ya'll hit like bitches, and I mean it!"
The Showtime that GGW had come to know and love had finally emerged from his battle-ravaged shell and wanted to play...
"I heard rumblings of Stevenson possibly trying to glory-hog the event and throwin' his name into the hat, DO IT! Give me the chance to stand toe-to-toe with you in front of the fans and show you what happens when you try to take my career away from me! Let's see how tough you are when you don't have your pack around you! Your wolves will only follow for so long, up until the point I punk out it's alpha and they see that you're not the supreme being they think you are! You're one hell of an asset to this industry, you're one of the finest technical specimens this generation has seen, but it's no longer... your time. It's Showtime, Drew and I doubt you've got enough left in the tank to take on a guy of my caliber, hurt shoulder or not. This minor setback is just that.. a setback, it won't stop me from chargin' into Gold Rush seein' red, breaking past Williams, knocking down Barrel and breakin' Goldstein's hip if it means getting my hands on you and takin' you DOWN!"
Pride!? Courage?! Emotion?! All of these things were tossed into a blender, downed by a six foot five, near three hundred pound frame of charisma and muscle and topped off with a blast-cap due to Stevenson's Coalition's attempt to subtract him from the GGW equation.
"You attempted to take me out and that won't go unchecked. While other people may cower at The Rainbow Association, it ain't my game to hide from what you're throwin'! Lefty Grove is probably the best pitcher of all time, but Babe Ruth still humbled his ass when they played, and this ain't no different. I'll never knock you and what you've done and what you continue to do for the industry... as selfish of a son-of-a-bitch you are, your name moves the scale. Williams and Barrel will just grow infamous with Goldstein and your teaching, but that's where it ends. I won't stop my crusade until I put you four down and it begins at Dusty's Memorial Cup! The event that'll become a staple in GGW's history will feature names like Frankie Cocheese... like Wolf Parker... like Showtime, all as we seek redemption and respect from knockin' the punkass Stevenson Alliance around from pillar to post!"
Firing off a smirk, Showtime brushed his thumb across the tip of his nose and nodded.
"Just like Dusty versus The Horsemen, you may outnumber me... but I'll find a way to get even. I'm not The American Dream, there will never be another like him but there's guys like me and like Frankie that's not going to put up with the rising of a Fourth Reich, eh- eh! I'm entering the Dusty Cup in memory of one of the greatest to ever to do it and also... because I want a shot at any of your boys, including yourself Stevenson... 'cause as good as you are, and you're arguably the best... the story changes when the fear factor isn't mixed in and you've gotta look your opponent eye to eye when it's just you and him... so ask yourself Drew, what's gonna happen when your boys aren't there to back you up!? What's gonna happen when the possibility rises of you having to square off one on one against me with no Association of Pricks out there to help you!? See, bum shoulder or not, I'm honoring Dusty's memory the right way and gonna enter the match, win that gauntlet and hoist it high in the air, high enough so Dream and Sapphire can boogy on down from the heavens while catchin' the glare from the light and see that... Yeah... It's Showtime, baby!"
He delivered his signature line with force that it'd rock the pillars of heaven. Showtime clapsed his hands together and rubbed them in anticipation for what was on the horizon for his career. He knew that despite how much trouble Drew and company would give him, it'd be worth it. It was a make or break point in Showtime's career, he had the chance to stand up for what he believed in or he could cower and let things go... and the latter wasn't a realistic option. The most dangerous thing besides focus is a man who has something to work for, and in this instance, Showtime was looking directly at the Dusty Rhodes Memorial Cup and he knew that bringing it home is what needed to be done. He still needed to work his ass off to get his fair shot at Drew Stevenson and the GGW Championship, and this is a good step in the right direction. Taking the time to stare into the camera all as the beautiful view was over his shoulder, Showtime smirked, nodded and moved off to the side as across the frame and over the baby blue sky.. in thick letters..
"REST IN LOVE DUSTY RHODES, YOU'LL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN!"
