*The scene opens in a padded cell, within the abandoned Graystone Asylum in Trenton, New Jersey. As the camera pans through the building, you can see that the floors and walls are covered in dust and dirt. Some of the doors to the cells are missing, and there are a verity of holes in the cracked walls. As the camera comes closer to one of the calls, that has a door. You can hear the ever-famous deranged giggle of Scotty Paine*
~Scotty~
I want to say, it was June second of two thousand and six when this all started. It was just another day in my life, going against someone on a national TV show. Little did I know, that this man …the man I was wrestling that night, would become a great friend before everything fell out and we can't stand one another. On that night though, I beat him. A few months down the road, I beat him in a tag match. A couple more months, I beat him in another singles match. I was starting to become his plague; he couldn't beat me.
*The camera pans in on Scotty’s face, as he snickers to himself. As sweat rolls down his face, he continues speaking*
~Scotty~
So we joined forces for a while. That lasted about a month, before our natural hate kicked in. People always thought we were so chummy. The best of friends, if you will …but I think deep down, we've always hated one another. I can't stand his ego. Back to my story though.
*Again, Scotty lets out a high-pitched giggle before speaking again*
~Scotty~
At this time in twenty-oh six in TNA: New Blood, he finally does. He finally beat me in a one-on-one match to get the monkey off his back. But you know what? That's the only time he's pinned me. The two matches after that, I won by count out and the other match was a clusterfuck. So, what makes him think that he's better than me? Let's examine all of the facts, that would make him think he's above me …that he's better than I am as a person, and as a professional wrestler.
*Scotty shift around in the corner, as his eyes dance with an insane delight&
~Scotty~
For years, he was known to waste away in the middle of the pack, always wanting to go a bit higher on the card …but never quite did it. I personally think, he was too complacent with his spot in the world. Certainly, he realized that in order to get ahead in this business, you must grip it by the neck and choke the life out of it. He didn't though, and he remained in the mid card for years. Every once in a blue moon, he'd say something like "Someday, I'll break out of the mid card and bust through."
*Again, Scotty lets out a deranged laughter and tilts his head to the side as he continues on*
~Scotty~
Remember TNA: New Blood? From the moment, I walked into that promotion, and I forced my way up the card …and within a year, I was the World Champion. What about you though? You were there twice as long as I was, and you only got your spot at the near top towards the end of your run there. What makes us so different? I wanted it more. I wanted to climb up and grab it. I'm not a complacent man like you are. You finally got your start at the top by going to another promotion. I'd been doing that for years. I'd been in the main event in that promotion, ASW, AXW, ECWF and so many other places …while you only found fame at the top spot in, well Nowhere! Maybe you felt like you had to pay your dues a little while longer. Maybe you needed to keep working at it, and working at it to become the best wrestler you could be??
*Scotty chuckles to himself, as he looks deep into the camera. He settles down, as he speaks again*
~Scotty~
We both know, you could've had a top spot anywhere in the world …if you wanted it. But you’re too much of a chickenshyte to take it. Once you got that top spot, everything started to change in you. I watched you change from a guy, who didn't have a f*cking drop of confidence, and had others keep him in the wrestling business …to a mother*cker, who was so in love with himself. I'm pretty sure, you jerked off to your own f*cking reflection. When you started gaining momentum in the World Championship scene, you started to become a f*cking prick. Why do you think, everyone hated you? It wasn't because you were a contender for months on end. It was because you ran your f*cking mouth all the time …behind the scenes. I remember, when Mike Maddox and I were slated to be the main event of Impact. All you could do is bytch and you whined, because you weren't getting the spotlight. As memory serves, I told Stormy to switch the match order to make you happy.
*Scotty just shakes his head in disbelief, as he seems to be becoming more and more annoyed*
~Scotty~
Maybe that was the problem. I wasn't upfront with you, as I should have been. I should've told you, that you were becoming an egomaniac. That's what a friend would've done for another friend. I dropped the ball, and I started this chain reaction, but did I stab you in the back? Never! We both know, I never stabbed you in the back. You just wanted a reason to hate someone for getting driven out of TNA. Well, you weren't driven out. ‘Cause after the dust settled, and people calmed down …you were still pissy, you were still throwing a fit that your authority was challenged in such a manner. You were like a baby, who had his bottle taken away from him …you took your ball and went home. Sure, you won in the end because the promotion is dead but the ship tried to keep going.
*Scotty shifts on the floor again, as his brain starts to work over time*
~Scotty~
Even though I tried to be a man, you still didn't care. You're still a little whiny, prissy bytch and that's who you'll be until the day you die …because you don't know how to handle success. Did I throw a few tantrums in my time? You bet, but I owned up to them. You on the other hand, nope. You never owned up to a f*cking thing! I've made a ton of mistakes in my life, and the biggest one …was reaching out, and being a friend to you. Biggest mistake of my life, because the past few months …I've felt like shyte for what happened. I've been angry at you, angry at myself, and it’s starting to boil over. That's why I need this, and I'm sure you do too. This is the final chapter between us. The book is closed after Revolution. I don't ever want to be in the same f*cking ring as you again. I'll go as far to say, I don't want to be in the same promotion as you. I f*cking hate you. I want you to die. I want you to look at yourself and realize what a monster you've become in order to save yourself. You need this. You need to beat the shyte out of me, and I will beat the shyte out of you!!
*Scotty’s eyes narrow, as he sits there heaving. It is apparent, he’s lost all control of his feelings as he continues on once again*
~Scotty~
Razor Blade, my never was friend and now my most hated enemy. Who would've thought things would've become like this between us a few years ago, in character or out of character. Yeah, I said out of character …I don't give a f*ck. This is hated, and that's all that matters. When you step inside the Crow’s Playground, and we bleed and we sweat and we try to kill one another …I'm going to take so much pleasure in it. We've both wanted this for so long, and it's finally coming true. Friday night, your career and your life ends by my hand …because I had a part in what you've become. There will be a part of me, that will always love you, little brother. But on Sunday night, I take you down, once and for all!!
*Scotty glares into the camera for a few moments, before continuing on*
~Scotty~
But ...if you want to call me an egomaniacal prick. Yeah, it's true. I can be that way. So, you're not ego driven? Seems that you've admitted that fact right there. With that simple sound clip, the words that came out of your mouth, you admitted to it a year ago. Rather funny that, you still don't remember so many things that would matter in a situation such as this. That's been a problem of yours though, never looking up the facts, just choosing to blindly shoot off your mouth to the first person that'll happen to listen. Pretty small list these days, but hey, at least you know one person is going to be suffering through your words the next few days. But you were ready to let the whole situation go? That's not what I've heard. Didn't you happen to mention me, by name, in another promotion? I believe you did Razor. So, it really appears you're ready to let all of this go by bringing up my name. Until now, I never uttered a single word about you in a promo. Might've referenced a situation, but the fact remains …that you clearly aren't over this. If you were, would you have accepted my challenge to this match? All signs point to no.
*By the look on Scotty’s face, it’s easy to tell he’s ragging inside*
~Scotty~
I know you fairly well, Razor. You can hold a grudge longer than anyone I know. I've forgave people that were shyttie to me in the past and they, and in turn …they forgave me. Yet, when the time came to see if you were really over the past, you refused to acknowledge their existence. You've really done a masterful job of turning everything around the past few months, to make yourself look like a helpless martyr in a worthless cause …that you never admitted you were wrong in. At least, I've admitted my accountability in the proceedings that have led us to where we are now. At least, I'm man enough to take my own actions into consideration and feel a hint of remorse for them. I would've have tried to apologize to you, a day or two after I said a few over the top things in your direction. As usual though, when someone tries to be a bigger man, it all falls on deaf ears …because you still wanted to be the martyr. You wanted people to believe that you were the single greatest cause of keeping TNA alive. Even though it failed, you weren't the cause of the destruction completely. We're all guilty of killing that promotion. We're guilty, because I walked out when the company needed me. My Brother walked out, when the company needed him. My Younger Brother walked out, when the company needed him. So, before you go off claiming that you're the sole reason of TNA crashing, just look at the circumstances that surround the demise of what was a great promotion.
*Scotty leans back against the wall, and flips off the camera while mouthing the words “F*ck You”*
~Scotty~
Quite a few of the current competitors here in ECWF bid their time in other promotions. But it was always me and you at the forefront. We were the two big stars, and everyone knew it. As far as Revolution goes, you're probably right. Just remember one thing though, what I did was voluntary. Maybe if you weren't in the main event on that show, maybe your "Match of the Year" would've been completely overlooked by everyone. Just a hint of food for thought there Razor. But you go right back to TNA though. Don't you DARE blame me for what happened to you there. Remember, that I was in the same f*cking stable with some of the best assholes? I still rose above it, because I wanted it. It was never a matter of jealousy, because why would I want to go down in the history books as a f*cking two-time Horror-Core Champion? That's all on your Razor. I wanted more, and I took it. I got myself noticed, I made people look at me and say "Hey, that kid might have a future." All you did was sit there, and don't you f*cking deny it. And now you come up with this whole "I never belonged" shyte? However, if you knew you weren't going anywhere, wouldn't that be the time to jump ship …instead of staying on for another failed attempted at Horror-Core Title run? Just more food for thought.
*Scotty finally works up enough energy to stand up, and look into the camera*
~Scotty~
Do you know why I hate you Razor? Do you know why, I want to see you suffer? It’s all due to one simple fact. You bytched out. People are still laughing at you for throwing a royal fit, and walking out …when you had no reason to! Thomas said he was over it, before you left. The only person still talking about it, is you and you left for it. Like I've been saying, you were a martyr for no reason at all. You were just burnt out, and you needed a way out …and it all showed itself at the perfect time. You storm out, take a few months off and start over in a new promotion. However, I was NEVER upset with you at becoming the top dog. As I recall, I was one of the first to congratulate you on your World Title attempt …because you f*cking deserved at the time. All the stuff you when through with TNA before leaving and starting new at ECWF, reaching the top of the mountain in a few months. Hey, doesn't this sound familiar to you? A new golden boy comes into a promotion where I was and was plying my craft to take the main event? Huh, how about that ...I admit I went to AWS just to piss you off. I heard what you wanted to do through the grapevine once I signed up. So, tell me how good are you at letting shyte go if you wanted to leave the moment I wanted to join the same promotion as you?
*Scotty takes a couple steps closer towards the camera, as his eyes seem to be bouncing back and forth*
~Scotty~
You can point your finger at me for "ruining" your career all you want. I know that deep down, that you ruined your own career, Razor. You f*cked yourself, and you're just pointing the finger at me to ease the Paine on your own mind. I almost feel sorry for you, almost. The crushing guilt that lays on your own soul for flushing your career down the toilet, killing all your connections to find a place to wrestle. There's always work out there for me, I just must make a few calls. But I'm a f*cking overconfident prick? I'm a garbage wrestler? I should be beaten by someone better. Then what in the f*ck do you call, what I've been doing since you took your balls and shoved it up your own ass? Yeah, I'm a f*cking pussy for leaving TNA to apply my trade elsewhere, becoming the longest reigning World Heavyweight Champion. I guess, I'm a pussy for nearly killing a guy …who had the nerve to disrespect my son. I guess, I'm not a wrestler either. Just someone, who goes into a ring and stands there for five minutes before getting pinned. Is that what you'd call, what I do? Nah Razor …You'll have some snippy comeback about how my family life has made me into a giant pussy. That I'd leave wrestling at the drop of a hat, if something happened to them. Beforehand, I would but not anymore, not since my entire family moved into the same place. I know, my ex-wife and my kids are well taken care of …while I'm gone. But I'm above you, and I won't resort to any petty attacks on you and yours in such a manner.
*Scotty grunts, as he moves even closer to the camera. He lefts his tattered lips curl into a wicked smile, as he continues on*
~Scotty~
Or ...I'll just take a shower, go home and go to bed. There won't be a celebration. I won't want to shake anyone's hand after I get into the back. I'll just shower, go home and crawl into bed next to my hound and go to sleep. So, do you plan on using another Papa Roach song, or should I save you the trouble and give you A.F.I.'s phone number? Either way, I’ll see you on Friday night.
“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.”
So It Has Been Said, So Shall It Come To Pass …
-Quoth The Crow, Forevermore!!