Post by Julian Savell on Mar 15, 2017 16:36:43 GMT
The scene opens with Chris Night standing in front of a mirror in the bathroom. He’s wearing a black pullover on and classic his red, white and black wrestling tights. He’s hands grip the sink as he continues to stare before he turns around and glares into the camera.
“I guess you can say I've been doing some reflecting lately. Noah has brought up so much of my past while trying to tear me down and delegitimize everything I've ever done for his own gain. But you know what? He's wrong. When I look in the mirror, I see a man who worked hard to provide for his family. I see a man who's succeeded at every walk of life that he's been involved in. That's what I see. What about you, Noah? What do you see?”
He casually shrugs.
“No answer? I guess I can answer for you. What you see in the mirror is a guy who's trying so desperate to live in his father’s image. That's what your sole purpose is, to be just like him and you'll stop at nothing to do it. And you pretend like you care about this sport but you don't. That's the difference between you and me that I see when I look in the mirror, Noah. On one hand, I ran away from home so that I could chase after my dream, my passion. But you? If you didn't have a dead father with a mask, would you even be here right now?”
“I don't think you would. And the best part about you is how you think you have all the answers. Do you, Noah? What're you going to do when that second baby is born? What about when Lea becomes a lot more to deal with as she grows up? How are you going to manage all of it? That's the thing, you can't do it. You're too selfish to be there for April, Lea and the new baby. You can deny it all you want but you know it's true.”
“As for me? CJ is as happy as can be and I spend hours with him every single day. Why? Because no matter what business dealings I've had, I matter where my career has been at, I've always put CJ first. I know what it's like to juggle having a family and being in the wrestling business. Eventually, some wives can't take the lifestyle anymore. That's how I lost CJ’s mom and that's how I lost that annoying idiot that eats pudding.”
He scoffs and rolls his eyes.
“I worked too much or I was too distant. April saw it right with me but not with you, huh? It's because you've got her fooled but sooner or later, she's going to bail once she realizes you don't have time for her, that your focus is elsewhere. But hey, what do I know, right? I'm just some guy that's been doing this for a decade… But I've been doing it for the right reasons… For my OWN reasons and nobody else's. I'm not trying to live my father’s dreams. His dreams were working for a shitty boss and doing the 9-5. Good on him. But that ain't me.”
He nods confidently.
“I beat to my own drum. It's why I wrestle when I want, where I want? You think you've had control of this match? Please, Noah, I've always been in control. Just like with the clowns and the attacks in #FSociety and everything else that happened over season one… Everything played out the way I manipulated it to and the same happened with our match, Noah. I pushed you and prodded you until you attacked me.”
“You showed the world that deep down, there's a dark side to you. I exposed you and I will keep on exposing you. As for you choosing the stipulation for this match? I acted like I cared but in all honesty, I didn't give a shit. No matter what match you choose, I'm simply more experienced than you are at any match imaginable. I've done if all, Noah. I’ve done cage matches, ladder matches, tables, no DQ and even last man standing. You know who I beat in that Last Man Standing? It's a fact you forgot to leave off when you tried to downplay my career. I beat Skylar Riggs… The man everyone in Inferno was afraid of and I was the only man to beat him.”
“Funny how you seemed to forget about that, huh? But hey, revisionist history to and make yourself look special compared to me is what you gotta do when you're a no name like Noah Nakamura. You have to do your best to get noticed while as for me? I don't have to try anymore because I'm world renowned and I'm more of a man than Noah Nakamura could ever be.”
“I don't need anyone to defeat you… All I need is that cold, hard and unforgiving steel to maim your flesh with. By choosing this match, you basically signed your death warrant. You're walking into the unknown while I'm doing something I've done a million times. I know what it takes to grind out this kind of match to pick up a victory. You though? You've got no fucking idea.”
“But the main reason you won't outlast me in this match is something I brought up earlier and that's your passion for the sport. It's not the same as mine, it doesn't even come close. You wrestle to be close to your lost father. I wrestle to be close to the sport I love. At the end of the day, my passion for this sport will outlast yours for your dad. You should feel lucky that he isn't alive to be disappointed in you.”
A devilish grin runs over Chris’ face before he nods and walks away and the screen cuts out.
“I guess you can say I've been doing some reflecting lately. Noah has brought up so much of my past while trying to tear me down and delegitimize everything I've ever done for his own gain. But you know what? He's wrong. When I look in the mirror, I see a man who worked hard to provide for his family. I see a man who's succeeded at every walk of life that he's been involved in. That's what I see. What about you, Noah? What do you see?”
He casually shrugs.
“No answer? I guess I can answer for you. What you see in the mirror is a guy who's trying so desperate to live in his father’s image. That's what your sole purpose is, to be just like him and you'll stop at nothing to do it. And you pretend like you care about this sport but you don't. That's the difference between you and me that I see when I look in the mirror, Noah. On one hand, I ran away from home so that I could chase after my dream, my passion. But you? If you didn't have a dead father with a mask, would you even be here right now?”
“I don't think you would. And the best part about you is how you think you have all the answers. Do you, Noah? What're you going to do when that second baby is born? What about when Lea becomes a lot more to deal with as she grows up? How are you going to manage all of it? That's the thing, you can't do it. You're too selfish to be there for April, Lea and the new baby. You can deny it all you want but you know it's true.”
“As for me? CJ is as happy as can be and I spend hours with him every single day. Why? Because no matter what business dealings I've had, I matter where my career has been at, I've always put CJ first. I know what it's like to juggle having a family and being in the wrestling business. Eventually, some wives can't take the lifestyle anymore. That's how I lost CJ’s mom and that's how I lost that annoying idiot that eats pudding.”
He scoffs and rolls his eyes.
“I worked too much or I was too distant. April saw it right with me but not with you, huh? It's because you've got her fooled but sooner or later, she's going to bail once she realizes you don't have time for her, that your focus is elsewhere. But hey, what do I know, right? I'm just some guy that's been doing this for a decade… But I've been doing it for the right reasons… For my OWN reasons and nobody else's. I'm not trying to live my father’s dreams. His dreams were working for a shitty boss and doing the 9-5. Good on him. But that ain't me.”
He nods confidently.
“I beat to my own drum. It's why I wrestle when I want, where I want? You think you've had control of this match? Please, Noah, I've always been in control. Just like with the clowns and the attacks in #FSociety and everything else that happened over season one… Everything played out the way I manipulated it to and the same happened with our match, Noah. I pushed you and prodded you until you attacked me.”
“You showed the world that deep down, there's a dark side to you. I exposed you and I will keep on exposing you. As for you choosing the stipulation for this match? I acted like I cared but in all honesty, I didn't give a shit. No matter what match you choose, I'm simply more experienced than you are at any match imaginable. I've done if all, Noah. I’ve done cage matches, ladder matches, tables, no DQ and even last man standing. You know who I beat in that Last Man Standing? It's a fact you forgot to leave off when you tried to downplay my career. I beat Skylar Riggs… The man everyone in Inferno was afraid of and I was the only man to beat him.”
“Funny how you seemed to forget about that, huh? But hey, revisionist history to and make yourself look special compared to me is what you gotta do when you're a no name like Noah Nakamura. You have to do your best to get noticed while as for me? I don't have to try anymore because I'm world renowned and I'm more of a man than Noah Nakamura could ever be.”
“I don't need anyone to defeat you… All I need is that cold, hard and unforgiving steel to maim your flesh with. By choosing this match, you basically signed your death warrant. You're walking into the unknown while I'm doing something I've done a million times. I know what it takes to grind out this kind of match to pick up a victory. You though? You've got no fucking idea.”
“But the main reason you won't outlast me in this match is something I brought up earlier and that's your passion for the sport. It's not the same as mine, it doesn't even come close. You wrestle to be close to your lost father. I wrestle to be close to the sport I love. At the end of the day, my passion for this sport will outlast yours for your dad. You should feel lucky that he isn't alive to be disappointed in you.”
A devilish grin runs over Chris’ face before he nods and walks away and the screen cuts out.