Post by kida on Jul 9, 2010 17:26:38 GMT -5
Notes to self: I dreamt about a woman I don’t even know if she exists, a child playpen with one phrase written over the wall behind it. A bullet proof sliding glass door that had to be shut, but in order to do that, I had to close hundreds of screens from the back and front of the gigantic door for some reason. I kept visualizing inside of the dream that I was holding this mysterious woman’s hand while driving down a row of houses.
Operation: Find out what my subconscious wants me to know.
Step 1: Speak with my know it all cousin.
After reading the letter, Rodriguez lets out a sigh.
“Once again, I’m stuck at square one.”
Rodrigo placed the letter in his coat, grabbed his suitcase, lit his cigar, and exited the apartment.
“Oh well, a dream is just a dream though, right?”
Just as Rodrigo entered the waiting taxi, he noticed something that completely shot itself out of the blue. There was writing on the pavement floor in light blue chalk, something that a child possibly wrote. It read: Time to Pretend; just like the poster in the dream he had, above a child’s play pen.
Rodrigo froze for a moment, soaking in the image that left him stunned. The taxi driver honked at him with obvious signs of impatience.
“Hello? Sir, sir, if you want me to take you to the airport, you only got fifteen minutes to make the flight!”
“Fuck the flight.” Rodrigo retorted.
“You know, even though we drink together, that doesn’t give you the right to abuse my services.”
“Alright, alright; let’s go.”
Rodrigo finally jumped inside the vehicle and allowed the driver to head off towards their destination: Cookeville Community Center.
"Every day it feels like I have been tearing into my brain deeper and deeper in hopes of finding a logical answer in why everything has come to be this way. I’ve always wondered what brought me down this road, what made me choose those wrong and right decisions, and why this is happening. I hear people tell me that I’ve chosen a hard life and it’s nobody else’s fault but mine. I hear that I chose to drift away from the popular yellow brick road because I wanted to be a rebel, and it’s because of choices like those I am a failure in society’s eyes. I hear that I’ve shot myself in the foot so many times that now everyone else’s opinion and thoughts will always be more inferior and relevant than my own. But none of that could possibly be true.
"I’m Rage Rodriguez, and what that means is that I’m either just as or even more significant than anyone else on the face of this ‘beloved’ planet.
"You see, even though I’ve been given such negative credibility because of my ‘backstage politics’; I’m still capable of taking your dignity and hope, and then forcing you to accept your nothing but a worthless piece of dog shit on my shoe. And that’s why I’m a dangerous man; that’s why they’ve dubbed me the most controversial figure of professional wrestling.
"I’m not here to please management with PG Thirteen programming like all the others are willing too. I’m here to end the tolerance policy that you fans have been asked to handle for too long. If these people want to continue their ways of cutting promo’s like Doink the Clown or ‘shooting’ like Russo, then by all means allow me to tear your soul and pride apart. Because that’s what I’m going to do once I get near you: tear your fucking spirit apart.
"You want to know why EUW kept trying to ban me from their promotion? It’s because I was able to take the best of their talent, their creative team and just their production overall, and make the public realize the disgust of it all. That’s why nobody even talks about EUW anymore; it’s because of me.
"People got tired of feeling like the only outcome they’ll get after watching one of their shows, was like walking outside to get your mail in the morning. You know, when the sun is shining, the breeze is comfortable, and your coffee is pleasantly refreshing your mind for the new day. But then all of the sudden, on the way back to the lovely insides of your home, you suddenly step in something mushy. And what is that mushy thing you stepped on? Well it’s a big pile of green dog shit surrounded by hypocritical flies who try to polish that turd as if it’s actually enjoyable. And how dare they actually try to market this piece of shit as if it IS actually enjoyable, when we all know that every bit of creativity in EUW was just like stepping on a pile of dog shit!
"And that my friend is simply the truth. That’s why you’d rather all tune in to watch the returning Kingdom of Pride than a program that continuously delivers shit. Even though people wanted to have faith in their once ‘highly acclaimed’ EUW, they knew - just like I said – they rely on the same formula they’ve been using since 2005. Me? I don’t rely on a formula. KoP management isn’t asking me to abide by their rules because they know I’ve got my own. Everyone in the back knows I’m going to make you lose everything that’s valuable to you. You want to step in the ring with me; I’ll break your neck. I’ll paralyze the fuck out of you. If you want to cut a promo on me and take a few jabs just to show off your manhood then fine, I’ll let you act manly for a moment. But you better realize on what you’re saying to me and this audience. If you tell us all you’re going to make me tap, you better – because if you don’t, I’m going to smash in your fucking face until you can’t see what’s happening because of all the tears, sweat, and blood that’s blinding you. That’s the difference between the EUW promotion and myself. They didn’t want me to constantly sideline their talent; they wanted entertainment.
"I’m not about entertainment, the titles, or the stories; fuck all of that. I’m about brutalizing the fuck out of you.
"So now after several months of negotiation between the sports committee and myself, I finally get the okay to comeback to pro wrestling and showcase on KoP’s comeback show: Oblivion. They told me that now I can go out to the ring and beat the holy hell out of somebody. Now Chris Hart will get to know personally what’s in store for Kingdom of Pride. If there are people crying out in pain and agony, it must be the doing of Rage Rodriguez. If there are bones snapping, crime unleashing, or sirens blazing off of ambulances rushing bodies to the hospital, it must have been the doing of Rage Rodriguez. And guess what? I’m not going to go to jail, Chris Hart, I get paid for it.
"You think for one second you’ve been booked to wrestle an entertaining match with me? No, you’ve been booked to get squashed. You’ve been booked to give me impact. Hell, you’ve been booked so Rage Rodrigo doesn’t sideline KoP’s ‘big talent’ yet; they want the outcome of this story to make sense. They don’t want fans asking “How did Rodriguez ruin so many people’s lives all of the sudden?” No, they want people to watch the slowly paved path of broken spirits and shattered careers. Because in the end of it all, they’ll all realize that this isn’t a company full of amazing talent. This is a company full of weak minded individuals with one absolute power: me, Rage Rodriguez.
"These people are paying to see high-quality entertainment? Fine, I’ll give them entertainment. I’ll give a ring mat full of Chris Hart’s tears, blood, and a once hopeful spirit in becoming something relevant in this company."[/b]
Operation: Find out what my subconscious wants me to know.
Step 1: Speak with my know it all cousin.
Dear Cousin,
There's something about dreams that makes writers tick. I like to pretend sometimes that there's some giant consortium between all of the thoughts and ideas throughout the universe that gets broadcast into some kind of soup that we dip into when we fall asleep, and sometimes when we awake we're still dripping.
There's a lot of raw emotion and thought in what you've written here, and I'd definitely encourage you to probe further - these words seem to be puzzles that beg exploring. As far as the real-life analog is concerned, I couldn't begin to guess; I know I've conjured up images of people for years who may or may not exist, and the dissonance between who they are and who I imagine them to be is something irresolvable; it's probably something that ties into the stuff of life and existence itself... I'm sure I'm not much help here, but I can tell you that life has a funny way of being indirect.
In some ways, trying to figure out what something means can make it all that much more impossible to actually happen, if you catch my drift. Anyway, keep writing down what you remember, and don't wait too long to try and make something happen that you want. Guess that's about as clear as "advice" goes - wish I could be more concrete, but I can only work with what I've got!
Talk to you soon; I'll try to attend your match.
Best of Wishes,
Chris Campos
There's something about dreams that makes writers tick. I like to pretend sometimes that there's some giant consortium between all of the thoughts and ideas throughout the universe that gets broadcast into some kind of soup that we dip into when we fall asleep, and sometimes when we awake we're still dripping.
There's a lot of raw emotion and thought in what you've written here, and I'd definitely encourage you to probe further - these words seem to be puzzles that beg exploring. As far as the real-life analog is concerned, I couldn't begin to guess; I know I've conjured up images of people for years who may or may not exist, and the dissonance between who they are and who I imagine them to be is something irresolvable; it's probably something that ties into the stuff of life and existence itself... I'm sure I'm not much help here, but I can tell you that life has a funny way of being indirect.
In some ways, trying to figure out what something means can make it all that much more impossible to actually happen, if you catch my drift. Anyway, keep writing down what you remember, and don't wait too long to try and make something happen that you want. Guess that's about as clear as "advice" goes - wish I could be more concrete, but I can only work with what I've got!
Talk to you soon; I'll try to attend your match.
Best of Wishes,
Chris Campos
After reading the letter, Rodriguez lets out a sigh.
“Once again, I’m stuck at square one.”
Rodrigo placed the letter in his coat, grabbed his suitcase, lit his cigar, and exited the apartment.
“Oh well, a dream is just a dream though, right?”
Just as Rodrigo entered the waiting taxi, he noticed something that completely shot itself out of the blue. There was writing on the pavement floor in light blue chalk, something that a child possibly wrote. It read: Time to Pretend; just like the poster in the dream he had, above a child’s play pen.
Rodrigo froze for a moment, soaking in the image that left him stunned. The taxi driver honked at him with obvious signs of impatience.
“Hello? Sir, sir, if you want me to take you to the airport, you only got fifteen minutes to make the flight!”
“Fuck the flight.” Rodrigo retorted.
“You know, even though we drink together, that doesn’t give you the right to abuse my services.”
“Alright, alright; let’s go.”
Rodrigo finally jumped inside the vehicle and allowed the driver to head off towards their destination: Cookeville Community Center.
The Promo
"Every day it feels like I have been tearing into my brain deeper and deeper in hopes of finding a logical answer in why everything has come to be this way. I’ve always wondered what brought me down this road, what made me choose those wrong and right decisions, and why this is happening. I hear people tell me that I’ve chosen a hard life and it’s nobody else’s fault but mine. I hear that I chose to drift away from the popular yellow brick road because I wanted to be a rebel, and it’s because of choices like those I am a failure in society’s eyes. I hear that I’ve shot myself in the foot so many times that now everyone else’s opinion and thoughts will always be more inferior and relevant than my own. But none of that could possibly be true.
"I’m Rage Rodriguez, and what that means is that I’m either just as or even more significant than anyone else on the face of this ‘beloved’ planet.
"You see, even though I’ve been given such negative credibility because of my ‘backstage politics’; I’m still capable of taking your dignity and hope, and then forcing you to accept your nothing but a worthless piece of dog shit on my shoe. And that’s why I’m a dangerous man; that’s why they’ve dubbed me the most controversial figure of professional wrestling.
"I’m not here to please management with PG Thirteen programming like all the others are willing too. I’m here to end the tolerance policy that you fans have been asked to handle for too long. If these people want to continue their ways of cutting promo’s like Doink the Clown or ‘shooting’ like Russo, then by all means allow me to tear your soul and pride apart. Because that’s what I’m going to do once I get near you: tear your fucking spirit apart.
"You want to know why EUW kept trying to ban me from their promotion? It’s because I was able to take the best of their talent, their creative team and just their production overall, and make the public realize the disgust of it all. That’s why nobody even talks about EUW anymore; it’s because of me.
"People got tired of feeling like the only outcome they’ll get after watching one of their shows, was like walking outside to get your mail in the morning. You know, when the sun is shining, the breeze is comfortable, and your coffee is pleasantly refreshing your mind for the new day. But then all of the sudden, on the way back to the lovely insides of your home, you suddenly step in something mushy. And what is that mushy thing you stepped on? Well it’s a big pile of green dog shit surrounded by hypocritical flies who try to polish that turd as if it’s actually enjoyable. And how dare they actually try to market this piece of shit as if it IS actually enjoyable, when we all know that every bit of creativity in EUW was just like stepping on a pile of dog shit!
"And that my friend is simply the truth. That’s why you’d rather all tune in to watch the returning Kingdom of Pride than a program that continuously delivers shit. Even though people wanted to have faith in their once ‘highly acclaimed’ EUW, they knew - just like I said – they rely on the same formula they’ve been using since 2005. Me? I don’t rely on a formula. KoP management isn’t asking me to abide by their rules because they know I’ve got my own. Everyone in the back knows I’m going to make you lose everything that’s valuable to you. You want to step in the ring with me; I’ll break your neck. I’ll paralyze the fuck out of you. If you want to cut a promo on me and take a few jabs just to show off your manhood then fine, I’ll let you act manly for a moment. But you better realize on what you’re saying to me and this audience. If you tell us all you’re going to make me tap, you better – because if you don’t, I’m going to smash in your fucking face until you can’t see what’s happening because of all the tears, sweat, and blood that’s blinding you. That’s the difference between the EUW promotion and myself. They didn’t want me to constantly sideline their talent; they wanted entertainment.
"I’m not about entertainment, the titles, or the stories; fuck all of that. I’m about brutalizing the fuck out of you.
"So now after several months of negotiation between the sports committee and myself, I finally get the okay to comeback to pro wrestling and showcase on KoP’s comeback show: Oblivion. They told me that now I can go out to the ring and beat the holy hell out of somebody. Now Chris Hart will get to know personally what’s in store for Kingdom of Pride. If there are people crying out in pain and agony, it must be the doing of Rage Rodriguez. If there are bones snapping, crime unleashing, or sirens blazing off of ambulances rushing bodies to the hospital, it must have been the doing of Rage Rodriguez. And guess what? I’m not going to go to jail, Chris Hart, I get paid for it.
"You think for one second you’ve been booked to wrestle an entertaining match with me? No, you’ve been booked to get squashed. You’ve been booked to give me impact. Hell, you’ve been booked so Rage Rodrigo doesn’t sideline KoP’s ‘big talent’ yet; they want the outcome of this story to make sense. They don’t want fans asking “How did Rodriguez ruin so many people’s lives all of the sudden?” No, they want people to watch the slowly paved path of broken spirits and shattered careers. Because in the end of it all, they’ll all realize that this isn’t a company full of amazing talent. This is a company full of weak minded individuals with one absolute power: me, Rage Rodriguez.
"These people are paying to see high-quality entertainment? Fine, I’ll give them entertainment. I’ll give a ring mat full of Chris Hart’s tears, blood, and a once hopeful spirit in becoming something relevant in this company."[/b]