Scorch
03-25-2007, 10:09 AM
There are those who will try and run from the past. Sooner or later, no matter how hard you try, no matter how fast you run, the past always catches up.
A familiar scene, a lonely basement with a simply TV try and a rusty steel chair in the middle, fills the screen. Scorch once again is found sitting in the chair, though now he is clad in a pair of light blue jean shorts, a blue Wade Miller Chicago Cubs jersey, and various cuts and bruises from the PCW Championship Ladder Match. He sits in the chair, leaning forward, looking at his hands on the table palm sides up. All around him are the shadows of various individuals from his past. Scorch just sits there, not acknowledging their presence, his focus staying fixed on his hands.
Look at you, a pathetic disgrace.
You have shamed all of us.
I was better off without you.
We were all better off without you.
Now guys, he tried his best. It is not his fault he is nowhere near good enough to get the job done.
He never had it in him to get the job done. I have no idea why any of us ever expected that to change.
Look at him, just sitting there, sulking in his misery.
You know, I think he thought we had long since gone away. He thought he had left us all behind.
The poor boy should have known better than that.
I almost wish we had forgotten all about him. I mean look at the way he chose to disgrace himself at Everything Ends. He had his chance to finally do us all proud. That belt was hanging up there for the taking and he failed just as he always has. He tried so hard to convince everyone he had what it took to get the job down. In the end, he could not even convince himself. He was not even close to winning, instead he watched a man he was supposedly serving as a mentor towards, do what the mentor never could. He let himself be taken out by a man known for coasting his way to big matches.
Go on Scorch, say something to us. Stop sitting and wallowing in your misery with the knowledge that what we say to you is true. You never did have what it takes to get the job done. No matter how hard you tried, you had always fallen short. It is just who you are Scorch. You are not meant to be on the level of people like us. You do not belong with people like Cassius, The One, The Dream, The Jokester hell even Mike Adams is above you. You know what the real difference is? When it comes down to it, those men do whatever it takes to get the job done. You are too hung up on sticking to your tired old morals and values. You lack that killer instinct and you always will. You are destined to play second fiddle to the true greats of this business.
She was better off before she met you. She would have been better off if you had never met her. You destroyed her, Scorch, it was your fault. You dragged her in and that pushed her away. Things were going so well for her and that you had to step into her life. James is right to worry for his sister. How long will it be until you grow tired of this one and foolishly chase another, knowing in your heart no good will come of it, and you shatter even more lives? You knew what you were getting into with Jill. Yet you had to go for it, you had to confirm your suspicions, you could not live with the “what if?” and look were it got you, look what it did to Alex. Yet you still wonder why a man like James would object to you eyeing his dear sister?
Now you hold it right there. You know things were not that simple back then. Things with...her, were far more complicated. You cannot blame me for what happened to Alex. She was a grown women, she made her own decision. Do I wish things had turned out differently, of course. But what happened to her was not my fault. You people have no idea about the relationship I have with Sophie. You have no idea what my intentions are. You do not know her intentions. All you know is what you have seen. Yet you jump to conclusions about what else has gone on between us. I thought you were supposed to be the smart ones.
Who are you trying to convince, us or you?
I do not have time for you now. I have a very important match coming up.
You are facing Unit on Live, how the hell is that important? The guy has not won a match in how long and you are calling it important?
You look at who is being naïve now. Sure, if I win this match, few people will care. I am supposed to win a match like this after all. Yet if I were to somehow allow myself to be upset by that man on Live, suddenly, that loss means a hell of a lot more than the win ever will. I may have come up short at Everything Ends, but I gave my all and I left without regrets. I had nothing left and nothing to be ashamed off. Now I have to begin refueling as I most start the quest over. I may have come up short that battle, but the journey has only just begun. Unit will find out on Live, just how good I can be. You want to see a killer instinct, then I suggest you tune in and learn just what I am capable of doing.
Scorch stands up from off the chair, just as he had done during the first chapter of what he once thought was only a six part story. Once again he heads up the stairs, each one creaking as he sets his foot on it and lifts it off. As he had done before, he turns the knob, slower than he had the first time. Scorch pauses for a moment, as he contemplates turning around, looking back. He keeps his eyes straight ahead as he pushes the door open and walks out of the room on the way to his match with Unit. The shadows continue to surround the table, and one even appears to begin juggling as everything slowly fades to nothingness.
A familiar scene, a lonely basement with a simply TV try and a rusty steel chair in the middle, fills the screen. Scorch once again is found sitting in the chair, though now he is clad in a pair of light blue jean shorts, a blue Wade Miller Chicago Cubs jersey, and various cuts and bruises from the PCW Championship Ladder Match. He sits in the chair, leaning forward, looking at his hands on the table palm sides up. All around him are the shadows of various individuals from his past. Scorch just sits there, not acknowledging their presence, his focus staying fixed on his hands.
Look at you, a pathetic disgrace.
You have shamed all of us.
I was better off without you.
We were all better off without you.
Now guys, he tried his best. It is not his fault he is nowhere near good enough to get the job done.
He never had it in him to get the job done. I have no idea why any of us ever expected that to change.
Look at him, just sitting there, sulking in his misery.
You know, I think he thought we had long since gone away. He thought he had left us all behind.
The poor boy should have known better than that.
I almost wish we had forgotten all about him. I mean look at the way he chose to disgrace himself at Everything Ends. He had his chance to finally do us all proud. That belt was hanging up there for the taking and he failed just as he always has. He tried so hard to convince everyone he had what it took to get the job down. In the end, he could not even convince himself. He was not even close to winning, instead he watched a man he was supposedly serving as a mentor towards, do what the mentor never could. He let himself be taken out by a man known for coasting his way to big matches.
Go on Scorch, say something to us. Stop sitting and wallowing in your misery with the knowledge that what we say to you is true. You never did have what it takes to get the job done. No matter how hard you tried, you had always fallen short. It is just who you are Scorch. You are not meant to be on the level of people like us. You do not belong with people like Cassius, The One, The Dream, The Jokester hell even Mike Adams is above you. You know what the real difference is? When it comes down to it, those men do whatever it takes to get the job done. You are too hung up on sticking to your tired old morals and values. You lack that killer instinct and you always will. You are destined to play second fiddle to the true greats of this business.
She was better off before she met you. She would have been better off if you had never met her. You destroyed her, Scorch, it was your fault. You dragged her in and that pushed her away. Things were going so well for her and that you had to step into her life. James is right to worry for his sister. How long will it be until you grow tired of this one and foolishly chase another, knowing in your heart no good will come of it, and you shatter even more lives? You knew what you were getting into with Jill. Yet you had to go for it, you had to confirm your suspicions, you could not live with the “what if?” and look were it got you, look what it did to Alex. Yet you still wonder why a man like James would object to you eyeing his dear sister?
Now you hold it right there. You know things were not that simple back then. Things with...her, were far more complicated. You cannot blame me for what happened to Alex. She was a grown women, she made her own decision. Do I wish things had turned out differently, of course. But what happened to her was not my fault. You people have no idea about the relationship I have with Sophie. You have no idea what my intentions are. You do not know her intentions. All you know is what you have seen. Yet you jump to conclusions about what else has gone on between us. I thought you were supposed to be the smart ones.
Who are you trying to convince, us or you?
I do not have time for you now. I have a very important match coming up.
You are facing Unit on Live, how the hell is that important? The guy has not won a match in how long and you are calling it important?
You look at who is being naïve now. Sure, if I win this match, few people will care. I am supposed to win a match like this after all. Yet if I were to somehow allow myself to be upset by that man on Live, suddenly, that loss means a hell of a lot more than the win ever will. I may have come up short at Everything Ends, but I gave my all and I left without regrets. I had nothing left and nothing to be ashamed off. Now I have to begin refueling as I most start the quest over. I may have come up short that battle, but the journey has only just begun. Unit will find out on Live, just how good I can be. You want to see a killer instinct, then I suggest you tune in and learn just what I am capable of doing.
Scorch stands up from off the chair, just as he had done during the first chapter of what he once thought was only a six part story. Once again he heads up the stairs, each one creaking as he sets his foot on it and lifts it off. As he had done before, he turns the knob, slower than he had the first time. Scorch pauses for a moment, as he contemplates turning around, looking back. He keeps his eyes straight ahead as he pushes the door open and walks out of the room on the way to his match with Unit. The shadows continue to surround the table, and one even appears to begin juggling as everything slowly fades to nothingness.