Into The Unkown
Dec 10, 2011 3:11:03 GMT -5
Post by evanbodom on Dec 10, 2011 3:11:03 GMT -5
"I am the World's forgotten boy, the one who searches and destroys..."
"Search and Destroy" by Iggy Pop and The Stooges[/i]
*The scene opens to the incoming flight terminal at Newark International Airport in Newark New Jersey. It is busy as many people are coming and going for the holidays. Some people rush as to not miss their flights, some limo drivers hold up signs for incoming clients. Coming down the escalator is our antagonist, "Born to be Hated" Evan Bodom. He keeps his head held low with his shoulders down as he rides the escalator down. He gets off and looks around a bit before he notices a limo driver that is holding up a card with his name on it. Bodom waves and walks up to the limo diver. *
Limo Driver: Evan Bodom? Is that you?
Bodom: Yes, it is.
*The limo driver seems quite confused, he looks Bodom up and down. He seems put off by his clothing, dirty Converse All-Stars. ripped blue jeans, a white Black Flag shirt with food stains on it, and a studded leather jacket. Is this what a famous wrestler is supposed to look like?*
Limo Driver: Aren't you supposed to be some big shot pro wrestler? Why do you look like a bum?
*Bodom looks at the cab driver with a look that can only be described as pure evil. The driver looks back and then swallows hard as he knows he said something wrong.*
Bodom: You do want to get paid don't you? If not I can just call a cab. I bet they can do a simple job such as picking me up from the airport without asking questions that make themselves look like a fool.
Limo Driver: Oh no! Trust me kid, I didn't mean anything by it, just call it an observation. I'll be sure it's my last.
*Bodom scoffs and walks over to the baggage claim and grabs his bags with the limo driver in tow. Eventually they make it outside, the limo is already standing by. The limo driver gets in the driver's seat and pops the trunk he then quickly gets out and grabs Bodom's bags for him and puts them in said trunk. He opens the door to the passenger seats and Bodom gets in with the limo driver shutting the door behind him and quickly jogging back to the driver's seat, he starts the limo. While inside the limo, a FGA cameraman is standing by.
Bodom: Damn, I see that I can't even relax for a second before I have to start. Well, what is the deal? Let me pour a drink and tell me what is going on.
Well Evan, you are already signed to wrestle Chandler Scott, one half of the Harvard Connection in Edison next week. We need a promo to put up for the website...
Bodom: Let me pound this whiskey and coke, and then let's get get those cameras rolling.
*Bodom does just that. He guzzles the drink down as quick as he poured it. He breathes deep to quell the burn and gives a thumbs up to the cameraman who turns his camera on and Bodom begins to speak.*
Bodom: Ladies and gentlemen, wrestling fans, if you do not know who I am, than you must not spend a lot of time on Wikipedia. Or you must watch "sports entertainment" because I am someone to look out for. My name is Evan Bodom, and the roster FRONTIER Grappling Arts are in for quite a surprise...
*Bodom grins and run his hand through his hair, he pauses for a minute and continues to speak.*
Bodom: They say in Mexico, wrestling is a religion. In Canada, it is a rite of passage. In Japan, it is a sport, however in the United States of America...it is considered a joke. That is why I have hopped the pond and put my career in Japan on hold. To come back to the States and help the tarnished image of American professional wrestling. I plan on doing this by destroying any and all that I feel help defame the art. This would include these two individuals that seem to have a little following coming into FRONTIER, The Harvard Connection.
*Bodom closes his eyes and the smirk fades from his face, he opens his eyes again and a very serious face is seen.*
Bodom: You know what I hate more than anything in wrestling today? Spoiled rich kids who play wrestler, people like Chandler Scott and Preston Blake. You see, when I was a teenager getting into punk rock and having a dream of becoming the greatest wrestler on the face of the planet, you guys were the jocks that always used to give me shit for having dreams. Stuffing me into lockers, driving by and throwing firecrackers out of their cars, and just being overall pricks. It came to the point of where I said enough is enough. Usually kids that are picked on don't retaliate out of fear. However I took matters into my own hands...
*Bodom clenches his fists as he recalls the memory from his childhood.*
I caught one of those bastards walking home by himself. I found him at his most vulnerable, when I confronted him when all of his jock buddies weren't around he acted like all that crap he did was a joke. To make a long story short, I beat the kid half to death and was expelled from school and my parents had a hefty lawsuit on their hands. The moral of the story is that people like you do not belong in my world. I escaped the way that society perceives and wants you to be and all of you decided to invade it.
*Bodom starts to raise his voice as he is getting very worked up and getting into what he is saying.*
Bodom: You may not believe me, but i am here to save wrestling. People like you make it seem like anyone can become a wrestler if they have a couple of dollars. No, it takes more than that, it takes heart. It takes years of paying your dues, driving cross country to make a hundred dollars. Not because you really want that hundred, but because it gets you that much closer to accomplish your dreams. This is not the life for you idiots, you both have done NOTHING in your lives that took real heart. Nothing that either of you have had to do in your lives were hard. This is my life, and I will be damned if I have it infested with the kind of people I have hated my entire life.
*Bodom sighs and scratches his chin, that grin we saw earlier creeps up on his face.*
Bodom:However, knowing all of these sheep, they will root for the people that symbolize what they want. I will be portrayed as the bad guy as always when I am truly trying to spread a positive message. I guess it all comes full circle...A word of warning to not only The Harvard Connection, but to the whole locker room. I know who is there, however none of you know me, and what people most fear in their lives...is the unknown.
*The Limo stops and the limo driver gets out and opens Bodom's door the camera peers out and we see a Holiday Inn. Bodom and the cameraman step out of the limo and Bodom looks deep into the camera and says his last words.*
Bodom: I live like a legend, and I will die like an asshole. My entire life I have been hated by those that are the norm, and that conform to the image that is set up for them. That is how it has been and how it shall always be. I am Evan Bodom, I live to be hated, I love to be hated....
*Bodom poses for the camera*
Bodom: Most of all...I was BORN TO BE HATED!
*The scene fades to black as Bodom chuckles to himself and picks up his luggage and heads to his hotel room.
"Search and Destroy" by Iggy Pop and The Stooges[/i]
*The scene opens to the incoming flight terminal at Newark International Airport in Newark New Jersey. It is busy as many people are coming and going for the holidays. Some people rush as to not miss their flights, some limo drivers hold up signs for incoming clients. Coming down the escalator is our antagonist, "Born to be Hated" Evan Bodom. He keeps his head held low with his shoulders down as he rides the escalator down. He gets off and looks around a bit before he notices a limo driver that is holding up a card with his name on it. Bodom waves and walks up to the limo diver. *
Limo Driver: Evan Bodom? Is that you?
Bodom: Yes, it is.
*The limo driver seems quite confused, he looks Bodom up and down. He seems put off by his clothing, dirty Converse All-Stars. ripped blue jeans, a white Black Flag shirt with food stains on it, and a studded leather jacket. Is this what a famous wrestler is supposed to look like?*
Limo Driver: Aren't you supposed to be some big shot pro wrestler? Why do you look like a bum?
*Bodom looks at the cab driver with a look that can only be described as pure evil. The driver looks back and then swallows hard as he knows he said something wrong.*
Bodom: You do want to get paid don't you? If not I can just call a cab. I bet they can do a simple job such as picking me up from the airport without asking questions that make themselves look like a fool.
Limo Driver: Oh no! Trust me kid, I didn't mean anything by it, just call it an observation. I'll be sure it's my last.
*Bodom scoffs and walks over to the baggage claim and grabs his bags with the limo driver in tow. Eventually they make it outside, the limo is already standing by. The limo driver gets in the driver's seat and pops the trunk he then quickly gets out and grabs Bodom's bags for him and puts them in said trunk. He opens the door to the passenger seats and Bodom gets in with the limo driver shutting the door behind him and quickly jogging back to the driver's seat, he starts the limo. While inside the limo, a FGA cameraman is standing by.
Bodom: Damn, I see that I can't even relax for a second before I have to start. Well, what is the deal? Let me pour a drink and tell me what is going on.
Well Evan, you are already signed to wrestle Chandler Scott, one half of the Harvard Connection in Edison next week. We need a promo to put up for the website...
Bodom: Let me pound this whiskey and coke, and then let's get get those cameras rolling.
*Bodom does just that. He guzzles the drink down as quick as he poured it. He breathes deep to quell the burn and gives a thumbs up to the cameraman who turns his camera on and Bodom begins to speak.*
Bodom: Ladies and gentlemen, wrestling fans, if you do not know who I am, than you must not spend a lot of time on Wikipedia. Or you must watch "sports entertainment" because I am someone to look out for. My name is Evan Bodom, and the roster FRONTIER Grappling Arts are in for quite a surprise...
*Bodom grins and run his hand through his hair, he pauses for a minute and continues to speak.*
Bodom: They say in Mexico, wrestling is a religion. In Canada, it is a rite of passage. In Japan, it is a sport, however in the United States of America...it is considered a joke. That is why I have hopped the pond and put my career in Japan on hold. To come back to the States and help the tarnished image of American professional wrestling. I plan on doing this by destroying any and all that I feel help defame the art. This would include these two individuals that seem to have a little following coming into FRONTIER, The Harvard Connection.
*Bodom closes his eyes and the smirk fades from his face, he opens his eyes again and a very serious face is seen.*
Bodom: You know what I hate more than anything in wrestling today? Spoiled rich kids who play wrestler, people like Chandler Scott and Preston Blake. You see, when I was a teenager getting into punk rock and having a dream of becoming the greatest wrestler on the face of the planet, you guys were the jocks that always used to give me shit for having dreams. Stuffing me into lockers, driving by and throwing firecrackers out of their cars, and just being overall pricks. It came to the point of where I said enough is enough. Usually kids that are picked on don't retaliate out of fear. However I took matters into my own hands...
*Bodom clenches his fists as he recalls the memory from his childhood.*
I caught one of those bastards walking home by himself. I found him at his most vulnerable, when I confronted him when all of his jock buddies weren't around he acted like all that crap he did was a joke. To make a long story short, I beat the kid half to death and was expelled from school and my parents had a hefty lawsuit on their hands. The moral of the story is that people like you do not belong in my world. I escaped the way that society perceives and wants you to be and all of you decided to invade it.
*Bodom starts to raise his voice as he is getting very worked up and getting into what he is saying.*
Bodom: You may not believe me, but i am here to save wrestling. People like you make it seem like anyone can become a wrestler if they have a couple of dollars. No, it takes more than that, it takes heart. It takes years of paying your dues, driving cross country to make a hundred dollars. Not because you really want that hundred, but because it gets you that much closer to accomplish your dreams. This is not the life for you idiots, you both have done NOTHING in your lives that took real heart. Nothing that either of you have had to do in your lives were hard. This is my life, and I will be damned if I have it infested with the kind of people I have hated my entire life.
*Bodom sighs and scratches his chin, that grin we saw earlier creeps up on his face.*
Bodom:However, knowing all of these sheep, they will root for the people that symbolize what they want. I will be portrayed as the bad guy as always when I am truly trying to spread a positive message. I guess it all comes full circle...A word of warning to not only The Harvard Connection, but to the whole locker room. I know who is there, however none of you know me, and what people most fear in their lives...is the unknown.
*The Limo stops and the limo driver gets out and opens Bodom's door the camera peers out and we see a Holiday Inn. Bodom and the cameraman step out of the limo and Bodom looks deep into the camera and says his last words.*
Bodom: I live like a legend, and I will die like an asshole. My entire life I have been hated by those that are the norm, and that conform to the image that is set up for them. That is how it has been and how it shall always be. I am Evan Bodom, I live to be hated, I love to be hated....
*Bodom poses for the camera*
Bodom: Most of all...I was BORN TO BE HATED!
*The scene fades to black as Bodom chuckles to himself and picks up his luggage and heads to his hotel room.