Going Down
Mar 8, 2015 14:42:46 GMT -5
Post by Max on Mar 8, 2015 14:42:46 GMT -5
The scene opens, the surrounding environment dank...wet...unpleasant. At the center of the camera’s focus sits Brody Watts, his head bowed, wet hair hanging down in front of his face, the entirety of his visage bathed in shadow.
“Tell me something, Hans…”
He looks up, pushing his hair back out of his face slowly, eyes focused on the camera with eerie intensity.
“Are you...proud...of yourself?”
A pause, to let the question linger for a few moments.
“All this hard work you’ve put in...trying, to ”perfect” your craft. Playing the noble, grandstanding nationalist, the man with something to prove for God and country, pinning all your anger on these United States of America, using that fury to drive yourself forward...in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, you’ll prove that you are one of the best Deutschland has to offer.
You certainly seem proud, Hans.
Proud that you’ve wasted so much time living up to an ideal that won’t mean anything? Are you proud that you’ve exhibited such love for one country, such...loathing for another...entirely because of perceptions and concepts that at the end of the day...have never, and will never matter? Proud of your admittedly meager accomplishments that you’d try to lord over me now, as though you were the better man...Let me tell you the truth, Hans.
There’s no such thing as a better man.”
Another pause.
“Not in this world, or any other. There’s no moral superiority. No hierarchy, between nations or individuals. All of this grandstanding, all this idle chatter, all your accomplishments, none of it means anything. None of THIS...means anything. All the work you’ve put in for God and country, Hans, to prove that your people are superior...that YOU are superior...None of it…
NONE of it…
Matters.
You aren’t better than me, Hans, because there’s no such thing as ‘better’. There’s just what is, and what isn’t...and no amount of delusions are going to change that. No absurd sense of nationalism is going to make what happens between us any different. No amount of training or work on the independent scene or physical conditioning is going to make what comes next any different.
I’m gonna hurt you, Hans.”
A derisive snort.
“I’m gonna hurt you. You’re gonna bleed, I’m gonna break your bones, and you’re gonna scream. When I’m finished, you’re gonna be a shell of what you once were.
Because that’s what I do.
I’m not a better wrestler, Hans. I’m not the superior fighter, and I’m not the better man. I’m not here to prove myself, to show the world I’m some kind of star, or to win some Championship. Titles mean nothing, and accolades even less. I’m not here because I love this business, or because I want to provide for myself or my family.
I’m here because I’m instrument of violence. It’s what I’m built for. It’s what I do. It’s all I do. I carve through whatever’s in front of me, watch it bleed out, and move on. Not because I enjoy it. Not out of anger or hate or some desperation to succeed.
But because I can, Hans.
Because its all I’m made to do. Destroy and leave the ruins behind. Then move on to the next one. That’s all you are, Hans. The next one. Meaningless. Soon to be forgotten.The world moves on. None of it matters.
We’re all going down, Hans.
Some...like you...just go sooner than others.”
“Tell me something, Hans…”
He looks up, pushing his hair back out of his face slowly, eyes focused on the camera with eerie intensity.
“Are you...proud...of yourself?”
A pause, to let the question linger for a few moments.
“All this hard work you’ve put in...trying, to ”perfect” your craft. Playing the noble, grandstanding nationalist, the man with something to prove for God and country, pinning all your anger on these United States of America, using that fury to drive yourself forward...in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, you’ll prove that you are one of the best Deutschland has to offer.
You certainly seem proud, Hans.
Proud that you’ve wasted so much time living up to an ideal that won’t mean anything? Are you proud that you’ve exhibited such love for one country, such...loathing for another...entirely because of perceptions and concepts that at the end of the day...have never, and will never matter? Proud of your admittedly meager accomplishments that you’d try to lord over me now, as though you were the better man...Let me tell you the truth, Hans.
There’s no such thing as a better man.”
Another pause.
“Not in this world, or any other. There’s no moral superiority. No hierarchy, between nations or individuals. All of this grandstanding, all this idle chatter, all your accomplishments, none of it means anything. None of THIS...means anything. All the work you’ve put in for God and country, Hans, to prove that your people are superior...that YOU are superior...None of it…
NONE of it…
Matters.
You aren’t better than me, Hans, because there’s no such thing as ‘better’. There’s just what is, and what isn’t...and no amount of delusions are going to change that. No absurd sense of nationalism is going to make what happens between us any different. No amount of training or work on the independent scene or physical conditioning is going to make what comes next any different.
I’m gonna hurt you, Hans.”
A derisive snort.
“I’m gonna hurt you. You’re gonna bleed, I’m gonna break your bones, and you’re gonna scream. When I’m finished, you’re gonna be a shell of what you once were.
Because that’s what I do.
I’m not a better wrestler, Hans. I’m not the superior fighter, and I’m not the better man. I’m not here to prove myself, to show the world I’m some kind of star, or to win some Championship. Titles mean nothing, and accolades even less. I’m not here because I love this business, or because I want to provide for myself or my family.
I’m here because I’m instrument of violence. It’s what I’m built for. It’s what I do. It’s all I do. I carve through whatever’s in front of me, watch it bleed out, and move on. Not because I enjoy it. Not out of anger or hate or some desperation to succeed.
But because I can, Hans.
Because its all I’m made to do. Destroy and leave the ruins behind. Then move on to the next one. That’s all you are, Hans. The next one. Meaningless. Soon to be forgotten.The world moves on. None of it matters.
We’re all going down, Hans.
Some...like you...just go sooner than others.”