Post by Smith Jones on Jul 14, 2019 22:56:48 GMT -5
Title: Am I Me?
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SMITH JONES: “I cannot be all things to all people!”
Fade up on a shot of a harsh spotlight surrounded by darkness. The spotlight shines directly at the camera. It is the only light in the space; a bright, white, stark glow that assaults the eyes.
SMITH JONES: “I’ve proven all my life that what I want and what other people want are very rarely the same thing.”
A menacing silhouette that strongly resembles Smith Jones in a robe steps in front of the light. We can only see him in silhouette the whole time he speaks, his face masked in shadow. We can see the little specks of dust floating in the air around him. Jones is focused on the lens, giving an unbreakable stare. His signature stone scowl carves crevices in his tense flesh, from what few details we can even see on the edges of his face.
SMITH JONES: “Ever since my return to ring action as a member of Alpha Pro Wrestling, every move I’ve made has been in consideration of those around me. I’ve been giving an honest try at being a good person and making strong efforts to save the world. I chose to throw myself into motivating those who need to wake up and BE. While I know that Dean thinks he’s the one who talked me out of motivational speaking, he’s not the reason. Dean Wolf was right, though, that motivation IS crap. The main problem with my approach was that I cast too wide a net and tried to inspire everyone. Not everyone’s ideas are beneficial to the betterment of the human race. Not every homeless person deserves a fin. Not every fetus needs to breathe.”
The light behind Smith goes out and a hard, white light comes on to blast the side of Smith’s face and leave the other side in shadow.
SMITH JONES: “There is a dichotomy within me. My natural proclivity is to heal the world. Honestly, I spent my youth smiling at strangers like an idiot. I gave handouts to the homeless because I believed that they deserved a second chance. My philosophy on this has… evolved over the years because I know how evil man can be. Are we to assume that every homeless person, given the right opportunity, would prove to be an upstanding pillar of society? That every aborted child would have been a saint? That every… life… counts? Part of me truly wants to believe that. I really do. But, I’ve walked this Earth far too long to remain optimistic about our future as a race of beings. Together, we could have the power to be truly great. With our combined collective intelligence and worldwide manpower, we could be… incredible. That will never happen. Some people want to save the puppies; some want to commit mass murder. We suffer from an unfortunate affliction, we humans. We do not operate as a species. We operate as egotistical individuals. We will never agree with ourselves. I… will never agree with myself. My head and my heart are at odds and I am forever caught between them.”
The light next to Jones crashes to black as a light then shines down from directly above. Smith’s eyes are still shadowed. The deep ridges in his furrowed brow look like crevices in his face. A hint of a shimmer of light flickers in Jones’ eyes.
SMITH JONES: “I chose not to participate in the APW Hardcore Title Match on Monday Night Metal because that title does not inspire me. Zombie McMorris has a penchant for the use of available weaponry in combat, but I am a professional wrestler. ZMAC has not earned my permission to say the same. Something came back to me the moment I balled up my fist and punched ZMAC on the head in the centre of the ring outside the confines of sanctioned combat. I remembered that visceral desire to do harm without regard for anything other than total annihilation. The ache I feel within me BEGS ME to BE. Here I am. So… in regards to my whereabouts over the past couple of weeks… That is not anyone’s business but my own. I am sick and tired of living like everyone else’s needs matter. They do not matter. There is no more compassion within me to stop me from making a bloody, sweaty, teary mess out of your putrid human carcass dead centre in the middle of the ring. I’m sick of looking at you. I’m sick of you ALL. Every time I turn around, there is another person with another sob story about how unbearably hard life is and how cruel the world can be. You have no… clue. Most of you have no clue how hard life gets for those around you while you whine about wifi or lament your lacklustre latte. WAKE UP!!! Be fully aware when you come face to face with Smith Jones. I’m talking to you. I’m talking to ALL of you in my match tomorrow night on Monday Night Metal. Including my tag team partner!”
The light above Smith’s head goes out and a light hits Jones head on in the face. He squints hard at first, but then gets used to the brightness of the spotlight the way he has always done.
SMITH JONES: “Bryan Worthy. I don’t know a damned thing about you, and I swear to all things good and pure that I do not give a hamster’s hind leg what your plan is for Metal tomorrow night. MY plan is to swing at everything and everyone in sight until nothing is moving anymore. And if you don’t remember anything else from this promo, Worthy, keep this tucked in that cranium of yours: Sixx is Smith’s. Say that five times fast. Go!”
He chuckles to himself. His smile vanishes and he glares into your soul with his icy blue eyes. He hisses his words with a twisted sneer.
SMITH JONES: “There is no one in this locker room who can truly stop me from being whatever it is that I choose to be. There is nobody in life worth giving up your REAL DREAMS for. NO ONE is ever there to wipe your ass and NO ONE will take your last breath for you. This is MY LIFE. Know that and stay the hell out of my way, lest you get dropped and left for dead by the incredible Smith Jones. Hey, Lucy! Everyone knows that aside from me on a good day, you are the one to beat in this match tomorrow night. Everyone else here is going to try to keep you and me from getting into that ring because they know… they ALL know that given half a chance, you could come raining down with Metal Inquisition or I could strike like lightning with a sudden Point of Controversy and BOOM. One, two, three. Ding, ding, ding! But see, here’s the thing. You’re gettin’ a lotta the buzz I want and I do not like it. Tag in and stand toe to toe with me and let me release all of this frustration on you and you alone. Forget a tag match. I hate people!!! I just want to make your scream like the final refrain of one of your rock and roll songs. Play me a tune, Sixx. Make me dance. Not gonna happen. I want to snap your neck so hard it ruptures your vocal cords and collapses your windpipe. Am I me? Come find out at Metal!”
Fade to black.
