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Post by Osh Vaughan on Mar 8, 2021 16:33:05 GMT
Opening Match of IIW KKND as Thomas Stone takes on IIW Combat Alumni Joe Barone
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2021 20:44:58 GMT
All parts in this promo will be played by ‘The Superstar’ Joe Barone. The wigs and outfits were provided by the Royal Theatre Manchester. Camera work and editing by the IIW in-house team. The script is heavily plagiarised from a “A few good men” but for legal reasons this is officially a parody, not a rip-off.
Fade in
Military Courtroom in Guantanamo Bay Naval Base in Cuba A judge, the defendant and a prosecuting solicitor stand center stage,
LTJG Joeffee: Colonel Joe Barone! Did you agree to wrestle Thomas Stone at KKND?!
Judge Brandolph: You don't have to answer that question!
Col Joe Barone: I'll answer the question. You want answers?
LTJG Joeffee: I think I'm entitled to them.
Col Joe Barone: You want answers?!
LTJG Joeffee: Can you beat Thomas Stone?!!!
Col Joe Barone: I can handle the truth!!!
Son, we fight in a ring that has ropes, and those ropes have to be run by men with skill. Who's gonna do it? Thomas Stone? The so-called Truth? I have greater ability than you can possibly fathom.
You gush over Stone, and you overlook me. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know -- that Stone is just a flash in the pan, while impressive on paper, probably won’t put in the work I have; and my existence, while not at the top of the card and incomprehensible to you, equals money.
You want the Truth because deep down in IIW you don't want anyone to threaten the top guys, the ones with the fat contracts. The ones who show up at all the parties, you want me in that ring -- you need me in that ring.
We use words like "honor," "code," "loyalty." We use these words as the backbone of a life spent wrestling. You use them as a punch line.
I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who covers his face with tattoos and piercings while looking to be the face of this company. Leap-frogging ne and the skill that I provide and then questions my ability to deliver it.
I would rather that you just said "thank you" and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you step into the squared circle and face me. Either way, I don't give a DAMN what you think you're entitled to!
LTJG Joeffee: Colonel Joe Barone! Did you agree to wrestle Thomas Stone at KKND?!
Col Joe Barone: I --
LTJG Joeffee: -- Did you agree?!
Col Joe Barone: YOU'RE GOD DAMN RIGHT I DID!!! Pause for effect.
Joe Barone tosses his Colonels cap aside. He shoves the heavy wooden table away scraping the highly polished floor. He walks to the center of the room, suddenly the lights drop and a single star-shaped spotlight illuminates wannabe movie star.
Joe Barone: Another week and another scene unfolds. All this…
Joe twirls his finger around in the air dismissively.
Joe Barone: …Is to entertain, to amuse the audience. To show them all not only am I great in the ring but under the bright lights, in front of the camera. I can be the face if IIW. I have it all!!!!
While my opponent at KKND the new-comer "The Truth" Thomas Stone walks straight into a Pay-per-view match. I have slogged my guts out, firstly training with Simon Star. Then, after scratching and clawing my way up the ladder onto Combat and finally, FINALLY onto Mayhem…
… then I’m dropped, not even on the PPV. This deformed freak walks in and everything gets handed to him. Lucky for me, I guess. They think of me as a warm body for Truth to run through.
Amazingly his shady past hasn’t stopped him getting a fat contract while I’m just an extra.
A fucking bit player.
His rage boiling over Barone launches a heavy oak chair across the room. He hammers fists the desk over and over, his eyes bulging, spittle flying everywhere.
Joe Barone: Stone you bring your truth and I’ll bring mine. People say there are three versions of the truth, yours, mine and the real truth. At KKND we will find out the real truth.
Who’s the better man? You, Thomas Stone or the ‘Superstar’ Joe Barone
Fade out
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Post by Thomas "The Truth" Stone on Mar 10, 2021 21:45:30 GMT
Truth Noun the quality or state of being true. “he had to accept the truth of her accusation”a fact or belief that is accepted as true. plural noun: truths "The emergence of scientific truths"Since the dawn of man people have tried to twist the truth, to mold it and bend it to their will. But the truth cannot be twisted and changed, no matter how much man tries to pervert it, the truth is and always will be simply…the truth.(Thomas sits in the driver’s seat of his truck and looks through the raindrop-covered windshield starring at the scared landscape of 2nd avenue in downtown Nashville Tennessee. The site of the AT&T building was bombed on Christmas day 2020. People move up and down the street as if it weren’t a scene straight from a war-torn middle eastern country less than three months ago. The buildings, streets, and sidewalks still bare scars from the past but the people seem to have forgotten already. Thomas watches as they scurry about their day, most of them not even looking up from their phones. Thomas slowly shakes his head as he flicks his Zippo open and lights the cigarette in his mouth. As he slowly exhales Thomas shakes his head in disgust at the people more interested in Facebook than what is right in front of their faces.) Tell me I'm pretty. Buy me something silly, that'll never be of use. Just an excuse to capture and to post. See what I like the most. Playing it off like I don't care, when for hours I stare. Awaiting that satisfaction, of being the main attraction. Thinking I'm above it, but I'm really caught in it. Scrolling and refreshing tend to get depressing. But it's hard to let go when your subconscious came to know. That your greatest conviction is a social media addiction.(Thomas smirks as he takes another drag of the Newport and slowly exhales. As the smoke clears his eyes to grow colder and he shakes his head at the people.) People don’t even know what is real anymore. I remember as a kid in the eighties hearing about the crack epidemic. Then in the nineties, it became pain pills, and that led to opioids in the two thousand, but no one seems to talk about how the addiction has become electronics and social media. The truth is that social media, hell that the media in general is the new epidemic facing the world. Psychologists estimate that as many as five to ten percent of Americans meet the criteria for social media addiction today, quite frankly I’d so those numbers are pretty low compared to what I see daily.
Social media addiction is a behavioral addiction, just like gambling, shopping, or sex. Social Media addicts though are overly concerned about social media, driven by an uncontrollable urge to log on and use social media, and devoting so much time and effort to social media that it impairs other important life areas. Can you imagine having such a lowly f**king existence as to live for likes and shares? Especially when it’s all fake BS and lies.
Fact-checkers… truth silences.
Influencers… social programs and re-educators.
You are asleep, wake up people.
Stop caring what people who you don’t even know and will never meet think about you. Be true, true to yourself.
But you aren’t here for that, are you?
(Thomas takes a slow drag off of his Newport and pinches the bridge of his nose as he closes his eyes tightly and exhales. He slowly shakes his head from side to side as his eyes open.) No, you aren’t ready to wake up just yet. You are still happily asleep. Snuggled up and bed with visions of sugarplums dancing in your head. I’m sure you are comfortable too with your memory foam mattress, weighted blanket, black-out curtains, and sound machine. Isn’t it the slightest bit alarming how much stuff we need to sleep nowadays? It’s because you are constantly bombarded with programming and signals from your blue light devices that your brain can’t shut down.
Oh wait, you aren’t here for that.
You just want to be entertained right? You want a circus monkey to do tricks, not a truther to open your mind. It’s ok, I understand you aren’t ready for the red pill, it takes a while. For now, I’ll give you what you want and I’ll unleash my venom onto my clown of an opponent. Because that is what you are Joe, a clown.
You are out there making a joke of yourself, and trying to entertain people. You are more concerned with the reaction of the crowd than you are about winning. You are a failed actor, and you are failing at wrestling because you are not being true to yourself. You don’t even know who you are so you pretend to be someone else. You quote famous movie lines because you are not even real enough to have an original thought. You need a wake-up call Joe, and I will give you just that a KKND.
You are a fan of stealing famous lines, so here is one for you that you truly need to take heed of, “to thy own self be true”. Stop trying to be something you are not, and find what you are truly supposed to be. Obviously, you are not meant to be a thespian, and I will prove to you at KKND that you are not meant to be a professional wrestler. From what I gather your record should have taught you that already, but as is evident by your love of the filthy world that is Hollywood, you are obviously a slow learner.
Maybe you just need a real hands-on demonstration, maybe your eyes haven’t truly been opened. They say you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink. That is a lie. The truth is you can pry that horse's mouth open and pour the water down his throat, and that is what I am going to do to you. I am going to force the truth into you, if I have to pull your eyelids over your head and staple them to the back of your head, I will make you see the truth that is right in front of you, and that is that you are not meant for this sport.
You are meant for something else Joe. Your true calling may be as a teacher, as an artist, as a gym coach, or maybe even as a fry cook at McDonald's. You and I are not the same, and I was made for this sport, and the truth is you were not. Now, this may be painful to hear, but as you will find out first hand at KKND, the truth hurts.
You may not like it, and that is fine, no one said the truth was easy or fair, but the truth is the truth rather we like it or not. Your big break isn’t coming against me, and KKND isn’t your time, it is mine. It is my time to introduce myself to the world and then introduce the world to the truth. There are so many lies we have been fed, and the truth is buried and hidden. When someone like myself tries to speak the truth and spread the knowledge of what is real, we are de-platformed. So, I have come here to build my own platform. (Thomas takes one last drag from the Newport and then flips it out of his cracked window. His face and tone have become intense with each sentence exiting his mouth harder than the previous.) Truth is, that is why I am here. I am here to become the biggest star IIW and the sport has ever known so that like Tupac, all eyes on me. Then when I take over the airwaves that they use to keep the masses asleep, I will use their own platform to spread the message of truth and wake everyone up.
None of this happens though if I stumble out of the shoot. So, that simply cannot happen. You aren’t my stepping stone Joe, no, you aren’t that good, you aren’t that noteworthy. What you are is my starting block, and I will blast off of you and through the entire IIW. I will not be silenced because there is nothing more important than the truth. I will deliver it to the masses, I will not and cannot be stopped. Not by Joe Barone, not by anyone.
The people need the truth, the world needs the truth because the truth shall set you free.
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“We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality.” ~ Iris Murdoch
(A teenage Thomas lays on the lush grass that sprawls through his backyard. His headphones jammed into his ears as he drifts away watching the clouds to the soothing sounds of Debussy - 2 Arabesques no. 1 Andantino Con Moto drift through his head. At this moment his life is perfect. Thomas lives in an upper-middle-class suburban neighborhood, he makes straight A’s, is dating the love of his young life and is set to receive scholarship offers from the tops schools all across the country for football. The possibilities of his future seem endless, and as the soothing piano cords ripple across his eardrums and he stares at a bug that gently crawls across his hand Thomas thinks that the world and his life are perfect. Suddenly the sound of a shotgun blast echoes through his house. The blast is so loud it rams through the tranquility of this moment and Thomas sits up at attention with a snap. Thomas pulls the earphones from his head and now hears his Mother screaming from inside the house with a blood-curdling scream. Thomas leaps to his feet and without hesitation runs into the house to look for his mother. With no idea what had happened or what lay ahead of him Thomas’s “fight or flight” reaction was in overdrive and he was heading towards the fight. Thomas ran up the stairs, down the hall, and burst into his parents’ room. There in the corner, covered only in her bathrobe Thomas’s mom was hunkered down with her face buried in her arms. She looked up at the sound of Thomas entering the room. “TOM, NO DON’T!” She shouted, but it was too late. Thomas saw the source of her fear and horrified scream. Laying on the bed was his father, his face and most of his head blown off, and at his feet lay his shotgun. Thomas was frozen in fear and felt completely helpless as he stared at his fathers’ body, unable to look away, unable to console his mother. Thomas vowed he would never allow himself to feel like that again. Over the next few days and weeks, Thomas and his mother would discover that his father had hidden their dire financial situation from them. Arthur (Thomas’s father) had lost the family's life savings in the recission of the mid-2000s, and when the housing bubble burst in 2007 had lost their house after taking a second mortgage out on it. Jemma (Thomas’s mother) had no idea any of this had happened, it had all been kept from her. She was a stay-at-home mother, and Arthur was the one who worked and handled the bills, and he had kept this from her, he had kept the truth from her and carried the burden alone until it broke him. . Thomas’s world spiraled out of control, gone was his drive and ambition, and in its place was darkness and sadness. Thomas turned to drugs and alcohol in a feeble attempt to numb the pain which resulted in poor grades, which resulted in him being kicked off of the football team and losing those scholarship opportunities. Thomas had changed and he began to drive everyone away, even the love of his life, his childhood sweetheart was driven away. In the end, Thomas was left with nothing but disperse, all because his father had withheld the truth from his family. Thomas vowed to always seek and speak the truth, even if it hurt. The truth would have saved his father, saved his family, save him. Thomas’s father was trapped and didn’t see a way out of the hole it was so deep in so he ended it all and left his family to clean up the mess. All Arthur Stone needed was the truth, because the truth would have set him free.)
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