Post by Static on Jan 29, 2006 15:08:31 GMT -5
Lights up. Late Sunday night, early Monday morning on Whyte Street, and nobody's around. Nobody except the one and only STATIC, window-shopping in the cold, cold night. Tonight, he's wearing a dirty, stained peacoat that's noticably missing a title belt that used to be around his waist. Static stops in front of a particular store, in this case, a trendy-looking shoe store, to admire the wares. His eyes go from the new AF1's to the new Duncans (with a freaking computer chip inside them!) and McGradys before he turns away with a wistful sigh, noticing the camera.
"This kind of thing makes me feel feminine," Static chuckles. "Back when I was working more than one promotion, sometimes I'd splurge on a pair of new Jordans or whatever. I didn't even wear them. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I guess it's kind of an addiction."
Then he turns to the camera warily. "So, uh, does that make me a metrosexual?"
As the streetlight illuminates his face, it would appear to the average viewer that Static anything but. Instead of some coconut-smelling moisturizer on his face, his signature mask is torn in two places. It still conceals his face well, but a bandage above his left eye protects a cut likely sustained in his crazy ladder match a week ago. His eyes have thick, purple bags underneath, and the mask is unlatched, exposing his newly-grown beard.
"Y'know... none of this stuff is going to look as good on me as that belt." He's exhausted, breathing in deep and measuring what he says very carefully."I went into Joker's Wild feeling pretty confident. Felt like I had a leg-up on the opposition, what with the Dudes and D-X thing and all... felt the same going into Black Thursday, and I lost belts on both shows. Gotta step up that a-game, I guess."
"But hell hath no fury like a Nexus One who's just lost his gold. The ace up my sleeve, so to speak, is this two hundred seventy-five pound maniac who's finally starting to stop caring what people think of him and simply focus on--REX, SMASH! Good for him. I don't -tell- him, but I'm what I'm trying to get across... let me be the brains, you the brawn. The Crimes will live on."
Walking now, back and forth, getting a little animated. "And we'll be back. D-X and the Dudes... thank you. Really. You four and Rex, you made it feel to me like the old days were back, when guys like us ruled the ring, inciting riots, women at our doorstep... before the Vinces moved into town, bought it up, and hustled us right out. Those feelings, that hangover, this BANDAGE--(ripping it off to expose a not-yet-healed, disgusting cut), that RUSH! THE JOY! Wouldn't have been possible without you guys being there to spear me off of a (BLEEP) ladder. So, thank you. I lost what looked best on me, but what I gained was far more important... motivation."
Calmer. "D-X, don't get used to those belts. The wrestling analyst in me has a feeling like you're looking like a turtle on its back now that Casino hung you out to dry... very vulnerable. After the Crimes dispose of the Dudes, we'll be back in your face, ready to become two-time champs. Dudes. It was nice to party with you guys. And happy... Chinese new year. But the hunger of our team knows no bounds. I know you won't step off, either, so about all that I can tell you that Cam, don't fall in love with the color red just yet. You'll see plenty of it on Monday."
He winks. "Until next time, guys." With that, he walks back over to the shoe store, staring for a second. We have a close-up shot and thenSMASHING the window, the force knocking back the cameraman. Static doesn't take the shoes, though, and as the shrill alarm awakens downtown Edmonton, walks away, calmly.
"This kind of thing makes me feel feminine," Static chuckles. "Back when I was working more than one promotion, sometimes I'd splurge on a pair of new Jordans or whatever. I didn't even wear them. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I guess it's kind of an addiction."
Then he turns to the camera warily. "So, uh, does that make me a metrosexual?"
As the streetlight illuminates his face, it would appear to the average viewer that Static anything but. Instead of some coconut-smelling moisturizer on his face, his signature mask is torn in two places. It still conceals his face well, but a bandage above his left eye protects a cut likely sustained in his crazy ladder match a week ago. His eyes have thick, purple bags underneath, and the mask is unlatched, exposing his newly-grown beard.
"Y'know... none of this stuff is going to look as good on me as that belt." He's exhausted, breathing in deep and measuring what he says very carefully."I went into Joker's Wild feeling pretty confident. Felt like I had a leg-up on the opposition, what with the Dudes and D-X thing and all... felt the same going into Black Thursday, and I lost belts on both shows. Gotta step up that a-game, I guess."
"But hell hath no fury like a Nexus One who's just lost his gold. The ace up my sleeve, so to speak, is this two hundred seventy-five pound maniac who's finally starting to stop caring what people think of him and simply focus on--REX, SMASH! Good for him. I don't -tell- him, but I'm what I'm trying to get across... let me be the brains, you the brawn. The Crimes will live on."
Walking now, back and forth, getting a little animated. "And we'll be back. D-X and the Dudes... thank you. Really. You four and Rex, you made it feel to me like the old days were back, when guys like us ruled the ring, inciting riots, women at our doorstep... before the Vinces moved into town, bought it up, and hustled us right out. Those feelings, that hangover, this BANDAGE--(ripping it off to expose a not-yet-healed, disgusting cut), that RUSH! THE JOY! Wouldn't have been possible without you guys being there to spear me off of a (BLEEP) ladder. So, thank you. I lost what looked best on me, but what I gained was far more important... motivation."
Calmer. "D-X, don't get used to those belts. The wrestling analyst in me has a feeling like you're looking like a turtle on its back now that Casino hung you out to dry... very vulnerable. After the Crimes dispose of the Dudes, we'll be back in your face, ready to become two-time champs. Dudes. It was nice to party with you guys. And happy... Chinese new year. But the hunger of our team knows no bounds. I know you won't step off, either, so about all that I can tell you that Cam, don't fall in love with the color red just yet. You'll see plenty of it on Monday."
He winks. "Until next time, guys." With that, he walks back over to the shoe store, staring for a second. We have a close-up shot and thenSMASHING the window, the force knocking back the cameraman. Static doesn't take the shoes, though, and as the shrill alarm awakens downtown Edmonton, walks away, calmly.