Post by Roger Wright on Dec 14, 2023 10:29:33 GMT -6
Freedom, la la la la
Freedom, follow me
There are a lot of questions going through my mind lately, many that I can’t even fully reconcile at this very moment. I could start with the obvious and work my way back, maybe that is the best way to go about it. Did it feel right being back in the ring, yeah, it felt right, hell it felt natural, right down to the very end. Nooo…I am not talking about the part where I lost, I am talking about the fact it took two grown men to stop me. Maybe that is what has changed in me at this point in my life, my outlook.
Years ago that would have sent me down a spiral of sadness, forced me to search high and low for the bottom of a bottle, never content when I found one. But now, it's different, now the very thought brings a smile to my face. Nooo…I am not some sick sadist now, but there is a certain pleasure you can take in knowing that you were the better man, so much better than the other man that he had to get a friend to take you out. If you ever find yourself thinking about what it means to be feared, just reflect on the lengths that people will go too and how hard they will work to keep you from getting what you want.
Quite simply put, Johnny’s fear of losing to me, which he knew was inevitable, meant he put aside his years of hatred for his cousin. That’s real fucking power right there, I made those two moron’s frenemies. Roger Wright, bringing two eternal giant douches together to create ‘Useless morons incorporated’. You are welcome world, for my next trick I will make two irrelevant blowhards quasi popular. Because that is my real power, I MAKE other people, and not by even doing anything.
Ponder that now, just simply saying my name gets you status, don’t believe me? Ask Hunter Valentyne, my name has lived on his tongue for half of his life. Just when you think Hunter is gone he says something like this…’Roger Wright…blah blah blah…Golden boy…blah blah blah…insert dumb joke here…blah blah blah…I am the mythological folk tale tradition fable saga legend of lore destroyer…blah blah blah…Domestik Disturbance!’ Then we all fall asleep, forgetting anything else he said but hanging on the fact he talked about Roger Wright, or mentioned Domestik Disturbance.
That is when the questions come my way, and the wrestling pundits lose their shit. ‘Roger, what do you have to say to what Hunter said?’ Back then I placated the questions, tried to give an answer and played the good little boy. Now the answer is simple, NOTHING, I have nothing to say about what he said, it would be a waste of air to respond, almost as much a waste as the air that Andrew and Brandon breathe. But that’s a story for a little later. Right now we are talking about me and my greatness.
See fundamentally I am the same guy, fundamentally nothing has changed, but you noticed there is something different. I know you did, everyone noticed it. Some are saying Roger has an edge to him now, some are saying he’s become the bad guy, others are just crying because they want what they had back. But really it’s not some big mystery, I am not trying to keep secrets from anyone, the simple fact is, I DON’T GIVE A FUCK about you, or them, or him, or her. I don’t care about your cousin with cancer, your kid that thinks I am the greatest, or that you think I am a washed up overrated asshole.
Yeah I used to care, hell made every effort to show that I cared, but where did that get me? The same place it gets everyone who cares, who invests in doing what they think is the right thing, FUCKING NOWHERE! Let’s clarify nowhere real quick, it got me hours spent in hospitals talking to dying kids, because yeah that's a great fucking time. It got me friends that would rather drive a dozen knives in my back than show some support. It got me enemies that were willing to go to the greatest of lengths to just see me fall. It got me nothing when I was at the bottom. There was no one there, NO ONE! When I needed anyone, they all left me, left me to die in the pit of my own sorrow.
When you ask yourself what happened to Roger Wright, there is no great mystery. All of you happened to Roger Wright, all of you made Roger Wright. That’s not what you want to hear and previously I would have said sorry, but honestly I don’t fucking care enough to say it. My goals and aspirations are my own now, you can like it, you can hate it, you can…honestly I think I have said enough at this point.
Roger pushed open the door to his office and stepped forward, coffee mug in his right hand, laptop under his left arm. “Morning Shane, how can I help you today?” Roger asked, never even glancing to his left where Shane was rising from behind the couch.
“How?...”
“Nancy told me, it’s amazing what a good secretary can do, and I had cameras installed all over the office.” Roger moved around behind his desk, set the laptop and coffee down then allowed himself to fall into the oversized leather chair. “What can I do for you?”
“Look, things went…”
“Not the way you wanted?” Roger chimed in during the momentary pause.
“To say the least. But the truth is we made a good team, and if you are back in the ring, back to doing this thing, then you need me.” Shane circled the couch and sat down, an error of his confidence coming back in the moment. “You know Jesse is after you, Johnny too, hell everyone will be, you need me in your corner Roger, just like old times.”
Roger put both feet up on his desk, leaned back in the chair and put both hands behind his head. “So like old times?” Roger paused for a moment and observed Shane shaking his head in agreement. “Nothing like the idea of walking around with knives stuck in my back. Look Shane, we had a good thing, well you did, I did all the lifting, you just self promoted and put yourself in position to get some of what I had.” Roger lowered his feet and stood up, running both hands through his hair as he came around the desk.
“I have a proposition for you, one that I think will be mutually beneficial.” Roger strode over and took a seat on the couch next to Shane. “The ranch needs a lead, someone who can really clean it up, get things going great, ya know really put it on the next level. I could start you there, maybe see if you can work your way up. What do you think of that? At the end of the day I am a believer in a good redemption story.”
“That would be great, and I can help you with your problem this week, help you understand your opponents, I already did a lot of the research, have it right here.” Shane reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the infamous brown envelope before handing it to Roger. “Like all the times before, good information from trusted sources.”
Roger took the document and tossed it onto the table in front of the couch. “While you were always great at doing your homework, the reality is that is not what I am offering you. I know what I need to do about Andy and…”
Shane cut Roger off as he stood up. “Don’t you treat me like a fucking child Roger. I have done more for you than anyone else, you owe me something.” Before Shane could even react, Roger was on his feet and Shane was sitting back down on the couch. There was no explanation for how he got there other than Roger had moved faster than Shane could have ever imagined and somehow had managed to push him down onto the couch.
“You will not be doing any monologues here. You may be the villain of my story, but you will not dare stand there and talk to me like the impudent blowhard that you are.” Roger stepped back and moved to his desk, taking a small round metal paper weight off of it and spinning it around in his hands.
“What do you want from me?” Shane asked, a quiver of fear in his voice. Roger’s face went wide and his smile was something Shane had never seen before, something sinister and yet welcoming all at once.
Now victory is all you need
“It’s quite funny that you should ask, let's start by you just sitting there and relaxing for a few moments while I get things set up.” Roger grabbed a remote off the desk, pressed a button and a screen lowered from the ceiling of his office as the door to the office swung open. “Why don’t we restrain him for a minute.”
“Wait, is that Ryan Elias? What the fuck is he doing here? What is going on?” Shane stood back up but found himself subdued by Ryan in a matter of seconds, his hands bound behind his back and placed down in the oversize armchair with a perfect view of the screen. “What is going on?” Shane tried to wiggle out of the chair but Ryan restrained him even further with some zip ties and rope that secured him to the chair.
Roger stepped over in front of Shane and knelt down bringing his eyes to the same level as Shane’s. “It is quite amazing the people you meet in this industry, some of them are bad, some of them are not, but all of them have some particular set of useful skills. Ryan here, well he is really good at security, probably all the years of having to watch his back, or maybe it was just his time in service of the government, either way he has done more in the last week to secure this building and other things than you did in the years as the boss.”
“You know you can’t get away with this right?” Shane barked in defiance.
“Ah there it is, for the first time you are seeing me for who I am now. Why don’t we talk about how we got here, how I got here, and how I became the man I am now. 21 years ago, you remember what happened then, that’s when mine and Matthew’s parents died in that plane crash, you know the one that Hunter claimed he orchestrated.” Roger squat stepped forward getting within inches of Shane’s face. “You always knew the truth though didn’t you?”
Shane’s eyes went wide for a moment and he shifted uncomfortably in the chair. “I…I…don’t know what you are getting at.”
“Defiant to the end, no worries.” Roger gave him a pat on the knee as he stood up. “My dad was a modest man, not to say that he wasn’t intelligent or didn’t have money, but he was modest and there was no way he would sell the ranch that he loved. That really angered your father, didn't it?” Roger stepped away from Shane, his back turned to the bound man.
“What are you getting at?” Shane asked. “Do you want me to tell you that my father was a bad guy, sure yeah he was, so was my mom, but that doesn’t have anything to do with me. For all their faults they took you and Matthew in, gave you a place to live and helped you keep your dads ranch going. It was the first nice thing I ever saw either of them do.” Shane lowered his head, a small tear streaming from his cheek.
“Crying? You humor me with your act. Your dad and mom took us in, then shipped Matthew off three months later, separated us, under the guise that Matthew needed help coming to terms with the death of our parents. Ironically he was sent to a Mental institution for troubled teens. An institute owned by…” Roger paused and raised an eyebrow at Shane. “Your family!” Roger exclaimed with a pure sense of joy in his voice.
“I didn’t…”
“Oh come on Shane, it is okay to be honest, we are all friends here.” Roger motioned to Ryan who gave a nod of agreement. “Sure this situation isn’t ideal but we are friends nonetheless. Regardless of our past, or the things you have done we have known each other for 21 years and that has to mean something right?” Roger intoned sarcasm into every word as he spoke, each word driving a nail into Shane, the realization of the situation becoming even more clear.
Roger stepped forward to the side of the chair facing the same direction as Shane and knelt down next to him. “You were just a tool Shane, I know that now, and how can someone get mad at a tool, they only do what they were made to do.” Roger placed his hand on the shoulder of Shane. “The real bad guy in this story is the man wielding that tool, who continues to wield that tool.” Roger let loose a small smile as he turned the screen across from them on.
For one more hit and one last score
Don't be a casualty, cut the cord!
On the screen Matthew’s image came into focus. “This fucking thing on?” Matthew tapped on the lens of the camera and smiled. “Oh man I wish I could be there to see the look on his face, god I can only imagine that he has those ass cheeks puckered hard trying not to shit himself over the situation he is in. God, the thought just makes me want to smack an old lady.” Matthew smiled for a moment as he stepped back and hopped in a circle.
Suddenly Matthew stopped and stared wide eyed. “I WILL DO WHAT I AM TOLD!” he yelled suddenly. “Conformity is the goal, to conform is the best choice of action. Good boys conform or they are whipped in the yard.” The video pulled back from a view of Matthew to reveal surroundings of a large expanse of concrete. Matthew extended both arms as if to reveal a prize behind a door as the video further pulled away and the airfield came into view.
“NO!” Shane yelled.
“We were willing to let things go, to let it all be over, but you came back.” Roger placed his hand on the head of Shane and held it in place as Ryan covered it with tape. “Like everyone else you just didn’t want to accept what was offered. I gave you a way out, just like I am willing to give every opponent who steps into that ring with me a way out. But none of you are smart enough to take it. Instead you see me as a tool, a way to move your own careers up, to get something and gain prestige.” Roger slapped the left leg of Shane and stood up.
“I think it’s time to meet the dead guardians!” Matthew announced on the screen as he skipped along the concrete to a door that lay just a few hundred feet away. “Adoptive mom and dad!” He announced as he kicked the door open and burst through the entryway. There in two chairs sat a man and a woman. Matthew turned to the camera and put a hand over his mouth with his eyes wide open.
“I heard they were dead.” Mocking shock filled the voice of Matthew as he spoke. “Well now what a shock and surprise this is.” The man began to try and wiggle free from the chair rocking it sideways before causing it to thump over. Matthew skipped over and knelt down, appearing to whisper in the man's ear before standing him back up and dumping over the other way. Again he turned to the camera expressing a look of mock shock and surprise.
“You came here to try and keep being a tool for him Shane, tried to get on my good side by offering me something I didn’t need. My ability to get information has well surpassed yours, and believe me I was surprised that you mom and dad were still alive, still pulling your strings.” Roger strode to the couch and took a seat, watching as Matthew danced around and tormented Shane's parents on the screen.
“You don’t really know who you are until you have lost everything, I learned that the hard way. It should have made me mad, turned me into some monstrous asshole seeking revenge, but that isn’t what actually happened. Now my eyes are open, I was given the chance to understand who I really am at my core, and I have you to thank for that. So what I am offering you is what you gave me, the chance to find out who you really are.” Roger looked at the screen, gave a wave and Matthew went to work.
It started with Shane’s mom, she was unbound from the chair and escorted to a plane, the video showing every step of the process, where she was strapped to a chair. Next came Shane’s father, the only difference being Matthew stopping at the door of the plane before exiting. “It is funny, you almost had it played out perfect, you just couldn’t find a way to control me.” Matthew gave one last smile and slid down the rail of the plane’s steps.
“I hope the irony isn’t lost on you, the beginning of your rebirth is the same as mine. In a way we will actually finally have something in common, something we can truly share.” Roger stood up and watched as the plane took off, Shane watched with tears rolling down his cheeks, his eyes slowly closed and everything went black as he succumbed to the boundless emotions that filled his every being.
If it was easier to shatter everything that ever mattered
Interviewer: I know it has to be tough for you Roger, finding out now that the man and woman who took you in after your parents passed were actually alive, only to find out that they have now in fact passed away. A terrible thing being a plane crash not dissimilar to your parents.
Roger: It is very difficult, they did so much for me, helped me become the man I am today. My only wish is that I had known they were still around, so I could have properly thanked them for being there for me, and helping to finish molding me into the man that my father would have been proud of.
Interviewer: I know it is difficult to think about things like this, but do you intend to get in the ring this week, or has NEW given you the week off, to grieve as you need.
Roger: I already grieved once for them, I don’t know that I have it in me to do it again. Besides they wouldn’t want me to stop doing what I love just because of them, they would want me to get into that ring and show the world what they always knew, I am the best at what I do.
Interviewer: Do you think that is truly wise?
Roger: Do they pay you to ask stupid questions or good ones? Because you are absolutely the worst interviewer on the planet.
Interviewer: I am new.
Roger: To asking questions? How did you go your whole life without asking questions?
Interviewer: No to being an interviewer.
Roger: Don’t quit your day job.
Interviewer: This is my day job.
Roger: Then quit your day job, in fact quit right now, just stand up and walk away. Yeah that’s it walk away, no don’t look back at me, just keep walking, your job here is done. I am pretty sure that Starbucks is hiring, maybe you can handle asking scripted questions that don’t make you think.
Where were we? Oh yes the interview, look I don’t need someone to ask me a bunch of questions, I know what you all want. You want to hear what I have to say, about this week, about last week, about everything. Well now you get that, an unbridled opinion from the man himself, the words right out of my mouth.
No I didn’t want to come back, I was content where I was, happy doing what I was doing, but some egotistical ass felt it was in his best interest to bring me back. So, when you are not happy with how things are, how they are going for your favorite wrestlers, you can all collectively thank Jesse Styles. If you like Jesse, well then I am sorry for what you have coming your way.
See Jesse can put whatever cardboard cutouts pretending to be wrestlers he wants in my way, the reality is I am coming for him. Deep down inside he knows it, and had to accept that reality when he chose to get in that ring and cost me my win over Johnny. Just like he knew he was throwing Andy and Brandon to the wolf. That’s the key there, Jesse doesn’t care about them, doesn’t care about anyone on his payroll, it’s all about the money, about what you can do for him.
This week Andy and Brandon get to feel the pain that Jesse likes to inflict upon people. Last week I was rusty, years removed from being in the ring and still went toe to toe with Johnny, still needed a second man involved to beat me. This week I feel better, stronger, more prepared. Two men versus one couldn’t stop me, much less a triple threat. I have a goal going in, and it isn’t to just win a match. I aim to dismantle both men, show them what Johnny and Jesse already know, if you aren’t ready for me, then you don’t stand a chance.
Andy can think that Alan Envy will help him, give him some advice, that our past means a damn thing. Reality is I passed Alan Envy a long time ago, carried him to the promised land and am all but responsible for every accomplishment he has ever had in this company. So Andy would be better served to bring Alan to the ring with him, that way I can beat his mentor's ass all over the ring, just so maybe he can realize the mistake he made hitching his trailer to that piece of garbage.
We could get started on the dumpster fire that is Brandon, but what is there to say about an emo kid having a first quarter life crisis. We all make mistakes in our lives, this one just happens to be Brandon’s. But maybe Jesse was the only game in town offering the shot. You would have to ask Brandon why he made the decision to join NEW. We could all say it is notoriety, but then we know that isn’t what Jesse Styles is offering. If Jesse cared about any of these ‘young’ talents he would have done them a favor and left them off the card this week, or at the very least not put their names next to mine.
That’s the reality that faces both of these men, they are speed bumps, nothing more, nothing less. A minor nuisance in my way of getting to Jesse and Johnny. They can both look at me as a way to get some recognition and that’s fine, they can have all the recognition that comes from having their asses stomped into the ground. That is all I am offering this week, an education in what greatness is, an education in what it means to be the best in this company.
So they can take notes, they can not show up, or they can just be stubborn and run their mouths, in the end it doesn’t really matter to me. I have one goal, one objective and one thing in my sights. Destroying every obstacle that Jesse puts in my way until he comes down off his pedestal and climbs into that ring with me and gets to feel the pain that he put me and everyone else that has ever stepped through those ropes through.
I am Roger Wright, and it has absolutely been your pleasure to get all the answers you ever wanted. Now goodnight NEW, I hope you all have a wonderful night and enjoy the slaughter that is coming.
'Cause victory is all you need
So cultivate and plant the seed
Hold your breath and count to ten
Just count to ten, just count to ten, just count to ten
Freedom, la la la la
Freedom, follow me
Freedom, la la la la
Freedom, follow me
Freedom, follow me
Freedom, la la la la
Freedom, Cut it!
Freedom, la la la la
Freedom, follow me
Freedom, la la la la
Freedom
There are a lot of questions going through my mind lately, many that I can’t even fully reconcile at this very moment. I could start with the obvious and work my way back, maybe that is the best way to go about it. Did it feel right being back in the ring, yeah, it felt right, hell it felt natural, right down to the very end. Nooo…I am not talking about the part where I lost, I am talking about the fact it took two grown men to stop me. Maybe that is what has changed in me at this point in my life, my outlook.
Years ago that would have sent me down a spiral of sadness, forced me to search high and low for the bottom of a bottle, never content when I found one. But now, it's different, now the very thought brings a smile to my face. Nooo…I am not some sick sadist now, but there is a certain pleasure you can take in knowing that you were the better man, so much better than the other man that he had to get a friend to take you out. If you ever find yourself thinking about what it means to be feared, just reflect on the lengths that people will go too and how hard they will work to keep you from getting what you want.
Quite simply put, Johnny’s fear of losing to me, which he knew was inevitable, meant he put aside his years of hatred for his cousin. That’s real fucking power right there, I made those two moron’s frenemies. Roger Wright, bringing two eternal giant douches together to create ‘Useless morons incorporated’. You are welcome world, for my next trick I will make two irrelevant blowhards quasi popular. Because that is my real power, I MAKE other people, and not by even doing anything.
Ponder that now, just simply saying my name gets you status, don’t believe me? Ask Hunter Valentyne, my name has lived on his tongue for half of his life. Just when you think Hunter is gone he says something like this…’Roger Wright…blah blah blah…Golden boy…blah blah blah…insert dumb joke here…blah blah blah…I am the mythological folk tale tradition fable saga legend of lore destroyer…blah blah blah…Domestik Disturbance!’ Then we all fall asleep, forgetting anything else he said but hanging on the fact he talked about Roger Wright, or mentioned Domestik Disturbance.
That is when the questions come my way, and the wrestling pundits lose their shit. ‘Roger, what do you have to say to what Hunter said?’ Back then I placated the questions, tried to give an answer and played the good little boy. Now the answer is simple, NOTHING, I have nothing to say about what he said, it would be a waste of air to respond, almost as much a waste as the air that Andrew and Brandon breathe. But that’s a story for a little later. Right now we are talking about me and my greatness.
See fundamentally I am the same guy, fundamentally nothing has changed, but you noticed there is something different. I know you did, everyone noticed it. Some are saying Roger has an edge to him now, some are saying he’s become the bad guy, others are just crying because they want what they had back. But really it’s not some big mystery, I am not trying to keep secrets from anyone, the simple fact is, I DON’T GIVE A FUCK about you, or them, or him, or her. I don’t care about your cousin with cancer, your kid that thinks I am the greatest, or that you think I am a washed up overrated asshole.
Yeah I used to care, hell made every effort to show that I cared, but where did that get me? The same place it gets everyone who cares, who invests in doing what they think is the right thing, FUCKING NOWHERE! Let’s clarify nowhere real quick, it got me hours spent in hospitals talking to dying kids, because yeah that's a great fucking time. It got me friends that would rather drive a dozen knives in my back than show some support. It got me enemies that were willing to go to the greatest of lengths to just see me fall. It got me nothing when I was at the bottom. There was no one there, NO ONE! When I needed anyone, they all left me, left me to die in the pit of my own sorrow.
When you ask yourself what happened to Roger Wright, there is no great mystery. All of you happened to Roger Wright, all of you made Roger Wright. That’s not what you want to hear and previously I would have said sorry, but honestly I don’t fucking care enough to say it. My goals and aspirations are my own now, you can like it, you can hate it, you can…honestly I think I have said enough at this point.
Let me tell you, I'm vicious, not pass-aggressive
I got my finger on my pulse staring straight into a hole and I'mma get it
And I'm a savage, it's automaticI got a way of making noise,
the power to destroy with no static
the power to destroy with no static
Roger pushed open the door to his office and stepped forward, coffee mug in his right hand, laptop under his left arm. “Morning Shane, how can I help you today?” Roger asked, never even glancing to his left where Shane was rising from behind the couch.
“How?...”
“Nancy told me, it’s amazing what a good secretary can do, and I had cameras installed all over the office.” Roger moved around behind his desk, set the laptop and coffee down then allowed himself to fall into the oversized leather chair. “What can I do for you?”
“Look, things went…”
“Not the way you wanted?” Roger chimed in during the momentary pause.
“To say the least. But the truth is we made a good team, and if you are back in the ring, back to doing this thing, then you need me.” Shane circled the couch and sat down, an error of his confidence coming back in the moment. “You know Jesse is after you, Johnny too, hell everyone will be, you need me in your corner Roger, just like old times.”
Roger put both feet up on his desk, leaned back in the chair and put both hands behind his head. “So like old times?” Roger paused for a moment and observed Shane shaking his head in agreement. “Nothing like the idea of walking around with knives stuck in my back. Look Shane, we had a good thing, well you did, I did all the lifting, you just self promoted and put yourself in position to get some of what I had.” Roger lowered his feet and stood up, running both hands through his hair as he came around the desk.
“I have a proposition for you, one that I think will be mutually beneficial.” Roger strode over and took a seat on the couch next to Shane. “The ranch needs a lead, someone who can really clean it up, get things going great, ya know really put it on the next level. I could start you there, maybe see if you can work your way up. What do you think of that? At the end of the day I am a believer in a good redemption story.”
“That would be great, and I can help you with your problem this week, help you understand your opponents, I already did a lot of the research, have it right here.” Shane reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the infamous brown envelope before handing it to Roger. “Like all the times before, good information from trusted sources.”
Roger took the document and tossed it onto the table in front of the couch. “While you were always great at doing your homework, the reality is that is not what I am offering you. I know what I need to do about Andy and…”
Shane cut Roger off as he stood up. “Don’t you treat me like a fucking child Roger. I have done more for you than anyone else, you owe me something.” Before Shane could even react, Roger was on his feet and Shane was sitting back down on the couch. There was no explanation for how he got there other than Roger had moved faster than Shane could have ever imagined and somehow had managed to push him down onto the couch.
“You will not be doing any monologues here. You may be the villain of my story, but you will not dare stand there and talk to me like the impudent blowhard that you are.” Roger stepped back and moved to his desk, taking a small round metal paper weight off of it and spinning it around in his hands.
“What do you want from me?” Shane asked, a quiver of fear in his voice. Roger’s face went wide and his smile was something Shane had never seen before, something sinister and yet welcoming all at once.
Now victory is all you need
So cultivate and plant the seed
Hold your breath and count to ten
Just count to ten
“It’s quite funny that you should ask, let's start by you just sitting there and relaxing for a few moments while I get things set up.” Roger grabbed a remote off the desk, pressed a button and a screen lowered from the ceiling of his office as the door to the office swung open. “Why don’t we restrain him for a minute.”
“Wait, is that Ryan Elias? What the fuck is he doing here? What is going on?” Shane stood back up but found himself subdued by Ryan in a matter of seconds, his hands bound behind his back and placed down in the oversize armchair with a perfect view of the screen. “What is going on?” Shane tried to wiggle out of the chair but Ryan restrained him even further with some zip ties and rope that secured him to the chair.
Roger stepped over in front of Shane and knelt down bringing his eyes to the same level as Shane’s. “It is quite amazing the people you meet in this industry, some of them are bad, some of them are not, but all of them have some particular set of useful skills. Ryan here, well he is really good at security, probably all the years of having to watch his back, or maybe it was just his time in service of the government, either way he has done more in the last week to secure this building and other things than you did in the years as the boss.”
“You know you can’t get away with this right?” Shane barked in defiance.
“Ah there it is, for the first time you are seeing me for who I am now. Why don’t we talk about how we got here, how I got here, and how I became the man I am now. 21 years ago, you remember what happened then, that’s when mine and Matthew’s parents died in that plane crash, you know the one that Hunter claimed he orchestrated.” Roger squat stepped forward getting within inches of Shane’s face. “You always knew the truth though didn’t you?”
Shane’s eyes went wide for a moment and he shifted uncomfortably in the chair. “I…I…don’t know what you are getting at.”
“Defiant to the end, no worries.” Roger gave him a pat on the knee as he stood up. “My dad was a modest man, not to say that he wasn’t intelligent or didn’t have money, but he was modest and there was no way he would sell the ranch that he loved. That really angered your father, didn't it?” Roger stepped away from Shane, his back turned to the bound man.
“What are you getting at?” Shane asked. “Do you want me to tell you that my father was a bad guy, sure yeah he was, so was my mom, but that doesn’t have anything to do with me. For all their faults they took you and Matthew in, gave you a place to live and helped you keep your dads ranch going. It was the first nice thing I ever saw either of them do.” Shane lowered his head, a small tear streaming from his cheek.
“Crying? You humor me with your act. Your dad and mom took us in, then shipped Matthew off three months later, separated us, under the guise that Matthew needed help coming to terms with the death of our parents. Ironically he was sent to a Mental institution for troubled teens. An institute owned by…” Roger paused and raised an eyebrow at Shane. “Your family!” Roger exclaimed with a pure sense of joy in his voice.
“I didn’t…”
“Oh come on Shane, it is okay to be honest, we are all friends here.” Roger motioned to Ryan who gave a nod of agreement. “Sure this situation isn’t ideal but we are friends nonetheless. Regardless of our past, or the things you have done we have known each other for 21 years and that has to mean something right?” Roger intoned sarcasm into every word as he spoke, each word driving a nail into Shane, the realization of the situation becoming even more clear.
Roger stepped forward to the side of the chair facing the same direction as Shane and knelt down next to him. “You were just a tool Shane, I know that now, and how can someone get mad at a tool, they only do what they were made to do.” Roger placed his hand on the shoulder of Shane. “The real bad guy in this story is the man wielding that tool, who continues to wield that tool.” Roger let loose a small smile as he turned the screen across from them on.
I'm gonna make it rain, so ring the bell
I know it all too well
Switchblade on the edge of your wrist
Can I get a witness? (Witness)
'Cause agony brings no rewardFor one more hit and one last score
Don't be a casualty, cut the cord!
On the screen Matthew’s image came into focus. “This fucking thing on?” Matthew tapped on the lens of the camera and smiled. “Oh man I wish I could be there to see the look on his face, god I can only imagine that he has those ass cheeks puckered hard trying not to shit himself over the situation he is in. God, the thought just makes me want to smack an old lady.” Matthew smiled for a moment as he stepped back and hopped in a circle.
Suddenly Matthew stopped and stared wide eyed. “I WILL DO WHAT I AM TOLD!” he yelled suddenly. “Conformity is the goal, to conform is the best choice of action. Good boys conform or they are whipped in the yard.” The video pulled back from a view of Matthew to reveal surroundings of a large expanse of concrete. Matthew extended both arms as if to reveal a prize behind a door as the video further pulled away and the airfield came into view.
“NO!” Shane yelled.
“We were willing to let things go, to let it all be over, but you came back.” Roger placed his hand on the head of Shane and held it in place as Ryan covered it with tape. “Like everyone else you just didn’t want to accept what was offered. I gave you a way out, just like I am willing to give every opponent who steps into that ring with me a way out. But none of you are smart enough to take it. Instead you see me as a tool, a way to move your own careers up, to get something and gain prestige.” Roger slapped the left leg of Shane and stood up.
“I think it’s time to meet the dead guardians!” Matthew announced on the screen as he skipped along the concrete to a door that lay just a few hundred feet away. “Adoptive mom and dad!” He announced as he kicked the door open and burst through the entryway. There in two chairs sat a man and a woman. Matthew turned to the camera and put a hand over his mouth with his eyes wide open.
“I heard they were dead.” Mocking shock filled the voice of Matthew as he spoke. “Well now what a shock and surprise this is.” The man began to try and wiggle free from the chair rocking it sideways before causing it to thump over. Matthew skipped over and knelt down, appearing to whisper in the man's ear before standing him back up and dumping over the other way. Again he turned to the camera expressing a look of mock shock and surprise.
“You came here to try and keep being a tool for him Shane, tried to get on my good side by offering me something I didn’t need. My ability to get information has well surpassed yours, and believe me I was surprised that you mom and dad were still alive, still pulling your strings.” Roger strode to the couch and took a seat, watching as Matthew danced around and tormented Shane's parents on the screen.
“You don’t really know who you are until you have lost everything, I learned that the hard way. It should have made me mad, turned me into some monstrous asshole seeking revenge, but that isn’t what actually happened. Now my eyes are open, I was given the chance to understand who I really am at my core, and I have you to thank for that. So what I am offering you is what you gave me, the chance to find out who you really are.” Roger looked at the screen, gave a wave and Matthew went to work.
It started with Shane’s mom, she was unbound from the chair and escorted to a plane, the video showing every step of the process, where she was strapped to a chair. Next came Shane’s father, the only difference being Matthew stopping at the door of the plane before exiting. “It is funny, you almost had it played out perfect, you just couldn’t find a way to control me.” Matthew gave one last smile and slid down the rail of the plane’s steps.
“I hope the irony isn’t lost on you, the beginning of your rebirth is the same as mine. In a way we will actually finally have something in common, something we can truly share.” Roger stood up and watched as the plane took off, Shane watched with tears rolling down his cheeks, his eyes slowly closed and everything went black as he succumbed to the boundless emotions that filled his every being.
CUT THE CORD!
(Freedom, la la la la)
(Freedom)
You gotta feel the courage, embrace possessionIf it was easier to shatter everything that ever mattered
But it's not, because it's your obsession
Be a fighter, backbone, desire
Complicated and it stings, but we both know what it means
And it's time to get real and inspired
Interviewer: I know it has to be tough for you Roger, finding out now that the man and woman who took you in after your parents passed were actually alive, only to find out that they have now in fact passed away. A terrible thing being a plane crash not dissimilar to your parents.
Roger: It is very difficult, they did so much for me, helped me become the man I am today. My only wish is that I had known they were still around, so I could have properly thanked them for being there for me, and helping to finish molding me into the man that my father would have been proud of.
Interviewer: I know it is difficult to think about things like this, but do you intend to get in the ring this week, or has NEW given you the week off, to grieve as you need.
Roger: I already grieved once for them, I don’t know that I have it in me to do it again. Besides they wouldn’t want me to stop doing what I love just because of them, they would want me to get into that ring and show the world what they always knew, I am the best at what I do.
Interviewer: Do you think that is truly wise?
Roger: Do they pay you to ask stupid questions or good ones? Because you are absolutely the worst interviewer on the planet.
Interviewer: I am new.
Roger: To asking questions? How did you go your whole life without asking questions?
Interviewer: No to being an interviewer.
Roger: Don’t quit your day job.
Interviewer: This is my day job.
Roger: Then quit your day job, in fact quit right now, just stand up and walk away. Yeah that’s it walk away, no don’t look back at me, just keep walking, your job here is done. I am pretty sure that Starbucks is hiring, maybe you can handle asking scripted questions that don’t make you think.
Where were we? Oh yes the interview, look I don’t need someone to ask me a bunch of questions, I know what you all want. You want to hear what I have to say, about this week, about last week, about everything. Well now you get that, an unbridled opinion from the man himself, the words right out of my mouth.
No I didn’t want to come back, I was content where I was, happy doing what I was doing, but some egotistical ass felt it was in his best interest to bring me back. So, when you are not happy with how things are, how they are going for your favorite wrestlers, you can all collectively thank Jesse Styles. If you like Jesse, well then I am sorry for what you have coming your way.
See Jesse can put whatever cardboard cutouts pretending to be wrestlers he wants in my way, the reality is I am coming for him. Deep down inside he knows it, and had to accept that reality when he chose to get in that ring and cost me my win over Johnny. Just like he knew he was throwing Andy and Brandon to the wolf. That’s the key there, Jesse doesn’t care about them, doesn’t care about anyone on his payroll, it’s all about the money, about what you can do for him.
This week Andy and Brandon get to feel the pain that Jesse likes to inflict upon people. Last week I was rusty, years removed from being in the ring and still went toe to toe with Johnny, still needed a second man involved to beat me. This week I feel better, stronger, more prepared. Two men versus one couldn’t stop me, much less a triple threat. I have a goal going in, and it isn’t to just win a match. I aim to dismantle both men, show them what Johnny and Jesse already know, if you aren’t ready for me, then you don’t stand a chance.
Andy can think that Alan Envy will help him, give him some advice, that our past means a damn thing. Reality is I passed Alan Envy a long time ago, carried him to the promised land and am all but responsible for every accomplishment he has ever had in this company. So Andy would be better served to bring Alan to the ring with him, that way I can beat his mentor's ass all over the ring, just so maybe he can realize the mistake he made hitching his trailer to that piece of garbage.
We could get started on the dumpster fire that is Brandon, but what is there to say about an emo kid having a first quarter life crisis. We all make mistakes in our lives, this one just happens to be Brandon’s. But maybe Jesse was the only game in town offering the shot. You would have to ask Brandon why he made the decision to join NEW. We could all say it is notoriety, but then we know that isn’t what Jesse Styles is offering. If Jesse cared about any of these ‘young’ talents he would have done them a favor and left them off the card this week, or at the very least not put their names next to mine.
That’s the reality that faces both of these men, they are speed bumps, nothing more, nothing less. A minor nuisance in my way of getting to Jesse and Johnny. They can both look at me as a way to get some recognition and that’s fine, they can have all the recognition that comes from having their asses stomped into the ground. That is all I am offering this week, an education in what greatness is, an education in what it means to be the best in this company.
So they can take notes, they can not show up, or they can just be stubborn and run their mouths, in the end it doesn’t really matter to me. I have one goal, one objective and one thing in my sights. Destroying every obstacle that Jesse puts in my way until he comes down off his pedestal and climbs into that ring with me and gets to feel the pain that he put me and everyone else that has ever stepped through those ropes through.
I am Roger Wright, and it has absolutely been your pleasure to get all the answers you ever wanted. Now goodnight NEW, I hope you all have a wonderful night and enjoy the slaughter that is coming.
'Cause victory is all you need
So cultivate and plant the seed
Hold your breath and count to ten
Just count to ten, just count to ten, just count to ten
Freedom, la la la la
Freedom, follow me
Freedom, la la la la
Freedom, follow me
Freedom, la la la la
Freedom, follow me
Freedom, la la la la
Freedom
CUT IT!!!!
CUT IT!!!!