Post by Deleted on May 6, 2014 7:24:09 GMT -6
.musings.of.a.maniac.
.unknown.date.unknown.time.
.unknown.location.
The ticking of a second hand on a clock is heard. It's slowed down. The scene fades in focused in on a typical schoolhouse style wall clock. The second hand is moving ever so slowly. Each second sets off a loud tick. Echos of distorted voices begin to cascade through the scene. Fading from left to right and right to left. The voice begins to slowly become clearer. It's Tyler Xero. The things he's saying overlap one another, they echo and distort but are clearly heard.
Tyler Xero- What is it that they want? Why can't they just give me my due? Why is it that I can't even get a photograph on a website? What is the problem? What am I doing?
The almost schizophrenic voices slowly fade after warping and wrapping themselves around the scene. The camera slowly zooms out from the clock. We see Tyler Xero sitting at a white table. He's facing the clock with his back to the camera, the scene has a creepy blue tint to it like there's too much light hitting the camera's lens. Tyler isn't wearing a shirt and his hair appears to be dirty and disheveled. He slowly rocks back and forth looking around like he's lost.
Tyler Xero- Do you know what the definition of insanity is, Bryan?
Tyler stops rocking as he focuses on the hands of the clock ticking.
Tyler Xero- Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different result every time.
He runs his right hand through his rough hair.
Tyler Xero-So let's say for instance...
Tyler's voice is unsteady and awkward. He's no longer cocky and sure of himself.
Tyler Xero- Let's say I run into the same brick wall. Head first. One time...
He slams his fist on the table for effect.
Tyler Xero- I stumble back and look at the wall. And I charge onward once more.
He slams his fist again.
Tyler Xero- I shake it off and I'm fucking determined, Bryan, I'll get it this time.
He slams his fist even harder into the table.
Tyler Xero- Blood begins to pour from my forehead. But it's okay, I'll get it this time.
He begins slamming his fist harder and harder into the table. His voice becomes engulfed with hatred as he begins screaming.
Tyler Xero- AGAIN. AND AGAIN. AND AGAIN. AND AGAIN. AND THE FUCKING WALL. THE FUCKING WALL DOESN'T MOVE, BRYAN. IT BEGINS LAUGHING. THAT FUCKING WALL LAUGHS IN MY FACE. THE BLOOD POURS FROM MY FOREHEAD. MY SKULL CRACKS. I EVENTUALLY FALL TO MY KNEES BEATING MY HEAD INTO THE WALL WAITING FOR IT TO BREAK AND IT NEVER DOES.
His free hand begins to shake as his body quivers with each blow to the table. This isn't Tyler Xero. Something has happened to the Playboy. This is a monster. He suddenly stops slamming the table. All of his rage almost instantly leaves his body.
Tyler Xero- That's what it's like wrestling for Missouri State Wrestling. No matter what I say, no matter who I beat, no matter what statement I make, I'm left in the dust.
His breathing intensifies. He tries to find a balance.
Tyler Xero- I get screwed over in the first week, not booked the next show, booked against a talentless hack I decimated the next show, and here I am, wrestling some drug addicted schmuck who can't seem to find who he wants to be on a weekly basis. Guys like fat ass Matt Ward get their pictures put all over the website, worthless talentless women get their picture thrown on all of the posters, old man Manning gets to ride off into the sunset one last time, and here I sit, Tyler Xero, young hot newcomer, not even good enough for a footnote.
He begins to laugh.
Tyler Xero- Bryan, I proved a point against Hunter McKnight. I kicked him so hard in the face he started making sense this week in his promos. I beat the ever living hell out of him, and he never once did anything to me personally. You want to mention me by name. You want to call me out and tell me to kill myself? You really are a fucking idiot.
Tyler slowly turns so that he's facing the camera.
Tyler Xero- Cookie cutter heel? That's what you called me, right? Someone must not know how to watch YouTube videos or pay attention to promo packages. Let me dissect something for you, scumbag. First.
He holds his index finger up to the camera.
Tyler Xero- Management doesn't love me, moron. If you paid attention to anything I've said like you claim to have, you'd realize there's a disconnect between myself and management. It's kind of the way the whole story works. I've spent a month trying to explain it to people at home, but I guess the drugs really fried your brain.
His middle finger raises next to the index finger.
Tyler Xero- Second. I've never once done any kind of promo backstage, tough guy. That's pretty standard, I'd actually say cutting a promo backstage is just as bad as cutting one in the ring, but then again, I wouldn't want to ruin your character.
He lowers his fingers and stares intently into the camera.
Tyler Xero- You see, Bryan, insanity might be running into a brick wall time and time again, but insanity is truly when someone tries to break the fourth wall in the middle of a wrestling ring and call someone into question personally.
Tyler winks at the camera.
Tyler Xero- You didn't attempt to attack Tyler Xero, you attempted to attack me personally, and at Best of the Best I can only hope you're as absent as you've been this whole week. I could only hope you realized your mouth has written the big check your ass can't cash. Hunter got his ass beat and I didn't have an issue with him personally, you brought me into your fold and decided to sling your six shooter in my direction, when in actuality you probably should've considered tucking your tail and running.
Tyler stands up, separating himself from the wood folding chair he's been attached to.
Tyler Xero- This match is billed as the opening to Bryan York's gauntlet. How are you going to run a gauntlet with your fucking legs broken?
Tyer picks the chair up as the ticking of the clock becomes louder.
Tyler Xero- Best of the Best, York, you run out of time.
Tyler throws the chair with all of his might into the clock. Shards of glass rain from the wall as the chair spikes in the ground in multiple pieces. The camera zooms in to show the second hand tick one more time before it falls off of the broken clock.
Tyler Xero- What is it that they want? Why can't they just give me my due? Why is it that I can't even get a photograph on a website? What is the problem? What am I doing?
The almost schizophrenic voices slowly fade after warping and wrapping themselves around the scene. The camera slowly zooms out from the clock. We see Tyler Xero sitting at a white table. He's facing the clock with his back to the camera, the scene has a creepy blue tint to it like there's too much light hitting the camera's lens. Tyler isn't wearing a shirt and his hair appears to be dirty and disheveled. He slowly rocks back and forth looking around like he's lost.
Tyler Xero- Do you know what the definition of insanity is, Bryan?
Tyler stops rocking as he focuses on the hands of the clock ticking.
Tyler Xero- Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different result every time.
He runs his right hand through his rough hair.
Tyler Xero-So let's say for instance...
Tyler's voice is unsteady and awkward. He's no longer cocky and sure of himself.
Tyler Xero- Let's say I run into the same brick wall. Head first. One time...
He slams his fist on the table for effect.
Tyler Xero- I stumble back and look at the wall. And I charge onward once more.
He slams his fist again.
Tyler Xero- I shake it off and I'm fucking determined, Bryan, I'll get it this time.
He slams his fist even harder into the table.
Tyler Xero- Blood begins to pour from my forehead. But it's okay, I'll get it this time.
He begins slamming his fist harder and harder into the table. His voice becomes engulfed with hatred as he begins screaming.
Tyler Xero- AGAIN. AND AGAIN. AND AGAIN. AND AGAIN. AND THE FUCKING WALL. THE FUCKING WALL DOESN'T MOVE, BRYAN. IT BEGINS LAUGHING. THAT FUCKING WALL LAUGHS IN MY FACE. THE BLOOD POURS FROM MY FOREHEAD. MY SKULL CRACKS. I EVENTUALLY FALL TO MY KNEES BEATING MY HEAD INTO THE WALL WAITING FOR IT TO BREAK AND IT NEVER DOES.
His free hand begins to shake as his body quivers with each blow to the table. This isn't Tyler Xero. Something has happened to the Playboy. This is a monster. He suddenly stops slamming the table. All of his rage almost instantly leaves his body.
Tyler Xero- That's what it's like wrestling for Missouri State Wrestling. No matter what I say, no matter who I beat, no matter what statement I make, I'm left in the dust.
His breathing intensifies. He tries to find a balance.
Tyler Xero- I get screwed over in the first week, not booked the next show, booked against a talentless hack I decimated the next show, and here I am, wrestling some drug addicted schmuck who can't seem to find who he wants to be on a weekly basis. Guys like fat ass Matt Ward get their pictures put all over the website, worthless talentless women get their picture thrown on all of the posters, old man Manning gets to ride off into the sunset one last time, and here I sit, Tyler Xero, young hot newcomer, not even good enough for a footnote.
He begins to laugh.
Tyler Xero- Bryan, I proved a point against Hunter McKnight. I kicked him so hard in the face he started making sense this week in his promos. I beat the ever living hell out of him, and he never once did anything to me personally. You want to mention me by name. You want to call me out and tell me to kill myself? You really are a fucking idiot.
Tyler slowly turns so that he's facing the camera.
Tyler Xero- Cookie cutter heel? That's what you called me, right? Someone must not know how to watch YouTube videos or pay attention to promo packages. Let me dissect something for you, scumbag. First.
He holds his index finger up to the camera.
Tyler Xero- Management doesn't love me, moron. If you paid attention to anything I've said like you claim to have, you'd realize there's a disconnect between myself and management. It's kind of the way the whole story works. I've spent a month trying to explain it to people at home, but I guess the drugs really fried your brain.
His middle finger raises next to the index finger.
Tyler Xero- Second. I've never once done any kind of promo backstage, tough guy. That's pretty standard, I'd actually say cutting a promo backstage is just as bad as cutting one in the ring, but then again, I wouldn't want to ruin your character.
He lowers his fingers and stares intently into the camera.
Tyler Xero- You see, Bryan, insanity might be running into a brick wall time and time again, but insanity is truly when someone tries to break the fourth wall in the middle of a wrestling ring and call someone into question personally.
Tyler winks at the camera.
Tyler Xero- You didn't attempt to attack Tyler Xero, you attempted to attack me personally, and at Best of the Best I can only hope you're as absent as you've been this whole week. I could only hope you realized your mouth has written the big check your ass can't cash. Hunter got his ass beat and I didn't have an issue with him personally, you brought me into your fold and decided to sling your six shooter in my direction, when in actuality you probably should've considered tucking your tail and running.
Tyler stands up, separating himself from the wood folding chair he's been attached to.
Tyler Xero- This match is billed as the opening to Bryan York's gauntlet. How are you going to run a gauntlet with your fucking legs broken?
Tyer picks the chair up as the ticking of the clock becomes louder.
Tyler Xero- Best of the Best, York, you run out of time.
Tyler throws the chair with all of his might into the clock. Shards of glass rain from the wall as the chair spikes in the ground in multiple pieces. The camera zooms in to show the second hand tick one more time before it falls off of the broken clock.