Post by Steve Corino (T) on May 28, 2012 19:32:46 GMT -5
The camera pans around the arena, zooming in on various fans holding up their signs, and cheering as they eagerly wait for the show to begin. The camera lingers onto the crowd, but the feed starts to cut out. Static fills the screen and a low tone emits from the speakers. Finally the camera kicks back on, but into a completely opposite place. The room is dark with the exception of a light bulb hanging overhead, the room is silent, and not a soul is even on the camera. Soon, the light footsteps of a person echo off the walls and an outline of a man is visible.
"People ask why I never made it to the big leagues. They said I didn't have the image for it anyways. The battle scars I don are nothing to be ashamed of, but they don't want the kids to see such a scary looking man. No, no, no. I had that image, but I felt like I was just too good for it all. Now I've come down here to DHWA on one mission, one final run. I've been all around the world. Canada, the United States, Japan, and in the UK. I've wrestled some of the best, I've BEATEN the best. And here...here I face Zack Ryder? The no name, so called 'internet sensation', and he expects to beat me?"
The last line gives the mystery man away and Steve Corino emerges from the shadows, wearing a plain white button down with a pair of blue jeans. His traditional slicked back, black hair can barely be seen under the darkness. His emotionless face focused onto the camera.
"The one hit wonder of wrestling. People say I don't have the 'image', but this kid does? I'm the KING of Old School. Eighteen years of putting my body on the line, eighteen years of putting in work to become a legend, eighteen years, and now I'm against some punk ass kid from New York? I'm an indie icon and I didn't waste all day online waiting for my big chance in the spotlight. No, no, I went to shows. I've wrestled in front of thousands to just less than twenty people in some bingo hall. You've never had to worry about living paycheck to paycheck, you've been babysat all your life. While you were doing nothing, getting paid, I was putting my war torn body into some of the most brutal matches against some brutal opponents. Even my tag team partner, one of the icons of professional wrestling, The Great Muta! The match that little internet losers like yourself Zack predicted to be nothing, but a squash by Muta. Predicted nothing, but a washed up old has been known as Corino to lose to Muta. People went insane when that match happened. No one expected us to put on that match, but we did. The rest is history and now I'm back in America. Here to take on you, Zack."
Corino runs his hands through his hair as his sentence lingers in the cold air. A bit of sorrow visible in the 38 year old's eyes, the wrinkles and scars haunting his forehead becoming more apparent as he sighs.
"Here I am. One final run. I get to kick that off by destroying some Jersey Shore wannabe with nothing, but keyboard warriors for a fan base. Whoring yourself out to NOBODY! Acting like a complete idiot to get a little spot on television. Your fifteen minutes of fame are over. Step out of the spotlight rookie and let a real man step in. No one will ever, ever, EVER, take you seriously. Maybe you should man up and go take a walk around the indy circuit. I have one thing you got rid of a long time ago kid. Dignity. Respect for myself. I can happily wake up in the morning, take a look at myself, and be damn proud of what I've done. My body has been chewed and ripped apart, I'm glad, cause it shows that I was never afraid to back down. I'd take on a guy five times stronger than me and way younger than me, I'll come out of there, winner or loser, the better man."
A hint of a smirk appears on Steve's face, but vanishes quickly as he takes notice of it. He tilts his head down, away from the camera as he strokes his chin, planning his next move in his verbal warfare.
"I may not be one of the smartest men in professional wrestling, Hell, I may not be one of the best, but I do know something. I'll never have to go as low as you, Zack Ryder, to gain a little bit of attention. I may never make it into the big leagues like you have, I may never have the look, but I have the experience. I have the respect for the men I've wrestled, but you, you get absolutely nothing. Marketing off of a single catchphrase, the only reason people even give a damn about you. You're not a wrestler. You're just one of those generic, bland, sports entertainment monkeys. I'm the complete package. I can destroy you on the microphone and inside of the ring. All you can do is try to rally the idiots in the crowd to get behind you, but that won't stop the King of Old School. As for you...you'll most likely end up like one of those other failed gimmicks that you'll never live down. No one will ever remember Zack Ryder, the legendary wrestler. No, they'll just remember, the Long Island Iced Z, Zack Ryder. The joke of professional wrestling starts and ends with you. Maybe if I'm lucky, I can knock some sense into that head of yours. That's a big maybe too."
A now visibly upset Corino is seen, showing some more rare emotion. He slowly lifts his head up to the camera, revealing a new Steve Corino. The blank lips twisting into a bitter frown and his eyes filling with an unseen rage.
"I won't show any remorse for you in that ring. I'm going to take you apart and I'll demolish you. I hope that when I'm done, you'll pack up your bags, and just go. I'll embarrass you in front of everyone and I'll make you wish you stayed far away from DHWA and far, far, far away from Steve Corino. Just remember one thing and don't just brush this off. I want you to really think about it. At the end of the day, even the lowest guys in the world of wrestling, have most likely had a better career than you. You're nothing and that's all you'll ever be."
And with that, Steve slowly walks away from the camera into the pitch blacking. The heavy footsteps echo like thunder inside of the now empty room. With nothing on the screen, the focus eventfully returns to the arena, with a rallied up crowd chanting anti-Corino chants.
EORP
