~A Dose Of Reality~
~Scotty~
On Giah, Goddess Of All That Is Natural!! Including Hatred, And Love …Life in the Fast Lane, as I know it ...has just got Halted by a Woman …I Barely Know!! Yet, I Love Her More Than I Did Synful Diamond, Dark Engel & The Byker Bytch …COMBINED!! Help Me, Understand …Please?!?
*Scotty stands there, completely blank faced. He shrugs a few times, as he waits for an answer. That may never come, yet he still stands there as if stuck in time itself*
~Scotty~
No Way, In Hades’ Damnation …Am I going let you sit there, silent this time around. Say whatever you want to, The Truth Hurts …but right now, I don’t give two shytes!! Say anything, Brody. Us Fire Signs don’t relax easily. The anxiety, we share …is killing me, slowly. Kick me, beat me, turn me down …it’ll hurt less, I’m used to it. My Last Name Is …“Paine”!!
*Scotty again, stares deep into the camera. Yet, this time it’s not the standard grunge and psychotic look we’re used to. Scotty had his long, shaggy hair pulled back into a ponytail. It’s all stuck under an Onyx Black and Royal Purple bandana, and he’s wearing his glasses. The typical black tattered hoodie, is worn but his hood is backed away from his face. The black smeared makeup is gone, and his prized leather jacket. Is hung up, on the chair behind him*
~Scotty~
Every last one of you, have all started the same Hades’ Damnation way …please, tell me your vast wisdom is more intelligent than your mundane peers. “Let’s Keep This Professional, And It’s Nothing Personal” ...Way too damn late for that!! Both feet, all four of them are already in The Leo’s Flames. This is Way Beyond a Professional Wrestling, friendship. It’s blossomed so far past that, it’s scary ain’t it?? I mean, in the years before “The Redneck Wrestling Machine” …there was another man, there was “The Bionic Redneck”. Brian Blades, the first guy that even went toe to toe with me. And quick frankly, I got my @$$ Kicked!! He used to tell me, “I’d Work Anywhere, But The E” …He was right, I never needed Vinny Mac’s help. Not a dime of that Million Dollar Wrestling Genius’ Money, ever helped me get over. Yet, my thick sculled, stubborn @$$ worked for Kaleb Antonio Steele instead??
*Again, Scotty stops shortly, to let those thoughts settle into the opponent’s head. Scotty stands there, with his usual deranged smile, yet this one shows years of wisdom and knowledge. Suddenly, the resident psycho doesn’t look so insane after all*
~Scotty~
I’ve asked time, and time again …”I’m as crazy as they say I am, or am I just smart enough to make them think so” …And truth be told, you’re the only one here to actually know The Truth!! Worlds Can Not Be Offered, Only The Best I Can Do & Some Days …That Just Won’t Be Good Enuff!! What needs to be said or done, in order to prove our actions …Nothing, nothing what so Ever on Your Behalf. As Bytched out as this is going to seem, it’s All About Me & My Beloved PTSD!! Your words are amazing, your actions Ten-Fold. And truthfully, I’m about to use a word I absolutely Hate …”But” I’ve heard it all before, I’ve been here and know the Paine that comes from them. Much, more like yourself … than you’ll ever admit. I can paint you the prettiest picture ever seen. Say words, you’ve only dreamed of. You are, and always will be My next Victim …”Come 100%, Or Don’t Come At All” …It stood then, and it does now. Offers have been laid on the table, for you to shrug or brush them off …take your time, I ain’t going anywhere! I’ve been here far too long, for me to sit back …and let A, Pennie Pinching Bytch like you …walk into My Asylum, affect me the way you do, and Not Fight For What I Want!! A Title Match, A Signature Match …Against, someone like yourself?? I came here to help You, and Your Daddy’s Promotion …I mean, Goddess Honesty. Do You really think, I need another World Heavyweight Championship?? Do You, seriously think …I need One More Asylum Match, before I’m done??
*Scotty stands there, as tears roll down his tattered face. His knees buckle, and his stomach almost turns on him. His bottom lips bounces like a baby boy lost in the wild blue yonder*
~Scotty~
If by now, You Don’t Know What I Really Want?!? Then, I’m the failer …I always knew I was, and I’m Sorry. All week, I’ve repeated “So Much To Say, So Little Time For It To Be Said” Red, Orange, Yellow, and The Ring Of Life …means nothing to the outside world, yet …you couldn’t wait to give me your answer. “In A Heartbeat” …words, that sung Majik into my Black Broken Heart. An organ that should have been sealed off, from the naysayers, the hypocrites, and people that have doubted me for years. A million rhythmic verses, can’t explain how I feel …not now, not ever …can I tell you everything, far beyond the reaches that’s already been foretold. Southern Preachers, and Fools Know More Than I …But, that word I Hate so much!! “When it comes to Loving You, I’m Shameless!! It’s out of my hand, I’m a Fool!!” Is that what you need?? A Lyrical Assassination, by all means …Let’s Play Some Music!! Just who in Hades’ Damnation are you, to Fix My World?? “Someone has too” …Great, out-effin-standing. Yet, what on my resume is so impressive …you had to have me come here?? To fix your promotion …Nah, ain’t buying it Beautiful. Was it, my hardcore nature?? Possible, yet I still think it’s more …Do I remind you, of the Co-Founder of The Crow’s Nest?? I have in me …what My Dearly, Departed Brother Had. In Giah’s name we pray, So Mote It Be!!
*Scotty’s eyes quickly shift from the calm loving demeanor, to absolute anger in a simple blink of an eye. Suddenly, the happy go lucky lunatic. Has gone far beyond Hannibal Lector insanity*
~Scotty~
I know, they told me. I could stand here for, not one …not two, but three two-hour promos. I don’t even see the reason to, honestly. I’m going to say everything, I have to say now and let the Wrestling World deal with it. I could, I should, and everyone know Damn Well …I would, stand here and run my mouth all day long. Facts are, we both know how we feel inside. Only in the darkest, most Morbid sections of our mind. Yeah, time and again …I know, who you are … Run, hide, feel like you want to Die. Always remember, some of us have and are in your World. I don’t need my Celtic-Wiccan Warrior Pride, to invade your heart, mind, and soul. I’m already, so far behind those personal lines …Even I’m Scared!! To lose a match, I Didn’t Want?? To be the Rightful Authentic Xtreme Wrestling, Combat Champion?? And prove to everyone, without a shadow of a doubt …I’m the most hardcore son of a bytch in professional wrestling today?? Is that, truly what you think I Want?? Not only have I Failed, Myself …but You all as well!!
*Scotty shakes his head in disbelief, as more tears stream down his face. He rips off a chunk of his $OA Skull t-shirt, and whips away his smeared vision. He places his glasses on the desk next to him, as his Paine filled voice rings out once more*
~Scotty~
Go back in time, just a few weeks back. Not even a month ago …we had a match, elsewhere. You remember, you didn’t say a word to me. The O’Mighty, was stumped by a lyrical master. “I only face men, I hate facing the prissy girls. F*ck, I don’t do “Hardcore” Wrestling ...I’m passed all that” Cool, ball up that fist and hit me with every ounce of hatred you have!! I Dare You, to fight me!! And the next time one of your ignorant toadies, tell me how to pronounce your name correctly …I’m going to slap the taste out of their mouths, with a barbed wire wrapped 2x4!! Why, why must I love to hate you?? Effin’ naysayers, All you disrespectful bastards, can say is “The Only Reason You’re Here or Get A Shot At That Title, Is Because You’re Friend’s The Owner” …Why?? Why, ‘Cause, just like anyone else in this industry …You’re a threat to me, and what I preach. You don’t have to like, or agree to my statements …just acknowledge, they’ve been said. Simple Life Plan, really. “Do As Thou Wilt, Bring Harm To None. Always Mind The Rules Of Three: What You Put Out, Comes Back Three-Fold” …Love & Light, So Mote It Be. They say, people like me have made a career based on “Garbage” Wrestling. Personally, I say …”You Couldn’t Fathom, What It Means To Be Hardcore!!” You, you know far too well what Being Truly Hardcore Means …on a Personal Level. One on One, Emonno-Emonno, Face to Face, and Down Right “Nitty-Gritty” …I love that about you. No running, no hiding, and No “I can out think, this opponent”. Ain’t gonna happen, come match time. Ring the bell, and watch me do what I do Better Than Anyone Else …Make Another Legend, Bleed!! Hardcore To The Bone. My Home-Your Home, We’re Going Into The Terror Zone! Welcome To The Playground, It’s Where I Spent Most Of My Days. Forever Living Within A Dark Haze, Yet Simple Words Said …I’m Still Amaze, Your Hot Blaze. Back To Reality, Where Paine Is All Too Real, Can You Deal …Don’t Walk In My World To Steal, F*ck That …I’m Real. I Too, Know How You Feel …I’m Also As Crooked As Mr. Steele. I’ve Also Been Sent Straight To Hell!! Yeah, I’ll Admit It …I Fell, straight into your arms of that hold me so Well. I’m blinded by your Emerald Green Eyes. Inside me, a piece of self loathing dies …the mental health issues, don’t need man made “brain fries” ...No pill does what you can, and the Entire Wrestling World knows …I’m the most sadistic, brutally honest, @$$Hole on this side of the United States of America!! Why, you ask?? Why me, why would someone do this or say that to me?? Ditto Sugg, just like you’d want …I know it’s what Eric would want, but not what I Want. Whether It’s Mentally Or Physically …You Will Feel My Paine!!
“Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence …whether much that is glorious, whether all that is profound …does not spring from disease of thought, from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.”
So It Has Been Said, So Shall It Come To Pass …
-Quoth The Crow, Forevermore!!
*The scene fades out, yet Scotty doesn’t strike his usual cross-like pose. Instead, this time he stands there and flips off the camera*
