Post by shawnwarstein on Oct 22, 2022 22:25:53 GMT -5
Off to the side of the near empty stage a voice calls out. “Walter White said ‘I am the Danger. I am the one who knocks’, but somehow that isn’t the case with me.”
Suddenly a chair slides midway to the middle of the stage.
“No one knocks on my door. The few times that I have had someone knock, they quickly regretted it. The few times I’ve knocked on doors? Seemingly an empty house. Lights quickly turn out, drapes shut in a hurried manner and suddenly the dog stops barking.”
Click….
Clack…
Click….
Screeeeeeeeeeeeeechhh.
After dragging a chair across the floor to the middle of the stage, much to the chagrin of the three people that shall decide his fate, Shawn Warstein plops down in the chair. Leaning back, hands clasped behind his head; he lets out a sigh.
“Listen. I know why we are all here. So allow me to just cut the shit right now. I thought about the question. A lot, so much so in fact that it started to become an obsession of mine.” Shawn unclamps his hands and places them on his knees as he leans forward. “Like, does anyone one of you three know what it’s like to have a new obsession come into your life out of the blue? How hard is it for someone like me to know the answer to the question, only I’m not able to annunciate it properly?”
“Someone like me.”
“What does that really mean in the grand scheme of everything? What’s so special about me? Nothing. There’s absolutely nothing special about me. I am not one in a million. I’m not a walking thot picture. I’m simply just a guy who goes out to the ring and fights. I fight until I can’t anymore. I fight until my knuckles are bloody, and then I fight some more.”
“That in itself doesn’t make me special. There are hundreds of people fighting every day just to survive. I don’t do this to only survive.” Shawn sits up and cracks a smile. “I wouldn’t have been doing this for nearly two decades if I didn’t think I was good at it.”
“So that means I have to find someone willing to fight. Will fight through adversity. Watch the world through crimson colored eyes, smiling all while asking… Is that it?” A brief pause before Shawn continues. “I would need someone that can match my legacy. Isn’t that right?”
Shawn points towards Theo Pryce, or in his general direction. “You know all about my Legacy, don’t you? What about you Larry?” Shawn’s hand grazes over towards Larry Tact. “We are in PRIME together right now. Surely you should know something right? Or is your head as empty as any threats you throw out there on twitter. Then there’s you…” His hand rolls over to the third member of the panel. “Mister can’t even get an original name that isn’t stolen from a YouTube personality. I don’t even know why you're even in this position, it must be nepotism at its finest.”
“I could sit here and tell you all a singular individual that I would like to fight, but that’s just not me.” In classic Warstein-ism, Shawn looks directly at the camera. “I’ll fight all of you.”
“Yeah you.”
“It doesn’t matter if you’re a new father who forgot that he was in this thing. Either that or he realized that maybe giving yourself a moniker doesn’t make it true.” Shawn winks at the camera and continues. “Or it could be a former XWF Universal champion. But I’ve been there, done that. Could be someone I’ve already fought and thoroughly embarrassed so much that they no longer follow me on Twitter because they are in their feelings.” Classic Warstein shrug. “Hell it could be the person that calls themselves the Cheese Queen, but they would be too busy worrying about which picture to post on Twitter.”
“No. I’m not going to sit here and tell you who I’d like to fight. The answer is the easiest thing to envision.”
“It’s all of them. Every Tom, Dick or Harry. From ghost writing asshats, to the newest of newbies. I will fight anyone. Anywhere.” Shawn pauses for a moment. “Well, except for the XWF… and IIW… and Project:Homeless or…” Shawn holds up a finger. “Pause for a moment. I’ll fight anyone, just have your people call my people. Which is me. And I’ll probably have spotty service, or my voicemail won’t work at that time. And don’t try emailing me, I don’t check it. Just tag me on Twitter. I’m sure I’ll see that.”
“Is that a concise way of answering the question? No. However that should be everyone’s ideology. Is it what you three are looking for? Probably not, but let’s be honest since when have I cared what people thought about me? Since when have I been one to follow the rules?”
Shawn pauses for a moment and after getting no reaction from the judges he continues as he stands up from the chair. “So yeah, it doesn’t matter who I choose. It could be someone who is on the top of their world and when I come knocking, they quickly realize that they aren’t anything more than their little bubble.”
“I’ve transcended bubbles. It’s cute that Chris Page went from company to company like a common street whore, but I did it first.” A quick eye roll from Shawn. “I left your company Theo, after dominating it for what a year and a half? Then I went to GCWA, and won their North American Title and never lost it until the day its doors were shuttered. Following that, Project Honor; double champion and fired because they knew it was over for them. Fight NYC!… do I really have to continue?”
“No. While others have been content, I’ve been doing exactly what I said I was going to do. I win whenever I go. I draw eyes, wherever I go. I am the gold standard in this industry and I don’t call anyone out.” Shawn begins to pace back and forth. “And people sure as fuck don’t call me out. So what does that tell you? When I’ve got companies sliding in my DM’s, trying to get me to grace them with my presence. It tells you everything that needs to be said.”
Shawn raises his eyebrows and begins to walk off the stage, before pausing and walking back out into the center once again.
“Hitler.” Shawn succinctly says as he nods to himself.
“Yeah. Days and days of thinking and there was only one name that kept coming up. Hitler for obvious reasons. I’d punch him in the dick so hard. That’s if I didn’t make him a eunuch first.” Shawn once again looks directly at the camera. “What? Did you think I wasn’t going to say at least one name? I’m not an idiot. I’m in this to win this. Sure I’ll fight anyone at any time, but come on…. It’s Hitler.”
“Him and his stupid followers. I’d tea bag each and everyone of them like this was a game of Halo. Notice the last name yet have you? Seems a bit… You know? If it was anyone from any time… Hitler. Him and anyone else that wants to get these hands.”
Shawn shrugs and walks off the stage as the camera fades to black.
Suddenly a chair slides midway to the middle of the stage.
“No one knocks on my door. The few times that I have had someone knock, they quickly regretted it. The few times I’ve knocked on doors? Seemingly an empty house. Lights quickly turn out, drapes shut in a hurried manner and suddenly the dog stops barking.”
Click….
Clack…
Click….
Screeeeeeeeeeeeeechhh.
After dragging a chair across the floor to the middle of the stage, much to the chagrin of the three people that shall decide his fate, Shawn Warstein plops down in the chair. Leaning back, hands clasped behind his head; he lets out a sigh.
“Listen. I know why we are all here. So allow me to just cut the shit right now. I thought about the question. A lot, so much so in fact that it started to become an obsession of mine.” Shawn unclamps his hands and places them on his knees as he leans forward. “Like, does anyone one of you three know what it’s like to have a new obsession come into your life out of the blue? How hard is it for someone like me to know the answer to the question, only I’m not able to annunciate it properly?”
“Someone like me.”
“What does that really mean in the grand scheme of everything? What’s so special about me? Nothing. There’s absolutely nothing special about me. I am not one in a million. I’m not a walking thot picture. I’m simply just a guy who goes out to the ring and fights. I fight until I can’t anymore. I fight until my knuckles are bloody, and then I fight some more.”
“That in itself doesn’t make me special. There are hundreds of people fighting every day just to survive. I don’t do this to only survive.” Shawn sits up and cracks a smile. “I wouldn’t have been doing this for nearly two decades if I didn’t think I was good at it.”
“So that means I have to find someone willing to fight. Will fight through adversity. Watch the world through crimson colored eyes, smiling all while asking… Is that it?” A brief pause before Shawn continues. “I would need someone that can match my legacy. Isn’t that right?”
Shawn points towards Theo Pryce, or in his general direction. “You know all about my Legacy, don’t you? What about you Larry?” Shawn’s hand grazes over towards Larry Tact. “We are in PRIME together right now. Surely you should know something right? Or is your head as empty as any threats you throw out there on twitter. Then there’s you…” His hand rolls over to the third member of the panel. “Mister can’t even get an original name that isn’t stolen from a YouTube personality. I don’t even know why you're even in this position, it must be nepotism at its finest.”
“I could sit here and tell you all a singular individual that I would like to fight, but that’s just not me.” In classic Warstein-ism, Shawn looks directly at the camera. “I’ll fight all of you.”
“Yeah you.”
“It doesn’t matter if you’re a new father who forgot that he was in this thing. Either that or he realized that maybe giving yourself a moniker doesn’t make it true.” Shawn winks at the camera and continues. “Or it could be a former XWF Universal champion. But I’ve been there, done that. Could be someone I’ve already fought and thoroughly embarrassed so much that they no longer follow me on Twitter because they are in their feelings.” Classic Warstein shrug. “Hell it could be the person that calls themselves the Cheese Queen, but they would be too busy worrying about which picture to post on Twitter.”
“No. I’m not going to sit here and tell you who I’d like to fight. The answer is the easiest thing to envision.”
“It’s all of them. Every Tom, Dick or Harry. From ghost writing asshats, to the newest of newbies. I will fight anyone. Anywhere.” Shawn pauses for a moment. “Well, except for the XWF… and IIW… and Project:Homeless or…” Shawn holds up a finger. “Pause for a moment. I’ll fight anyone, just have your people call my people. Which is me. And I’ll probably have spotty service, or my voicemail won’t work at that time. And don’t try emailing me, I don’t check it. Just tag me on Twitter. I’m sure I’ll see that.”
“Is that a concise way of answering the question? No. However that should be everyone’s ideology. Is it what you three are looking for? Probably not, but let’s be honest since when have I cared what people thought about me? Since when have I been one to follow the rules?”
Shawn pauses for a moment and after getting no reaction from the judges he continues as he stands up from the chair. “So yeah, it doesn’t matter who I choose. It could be someone who is on the top of their world and when I come knocking, they quickly realize that they aren’t anything more than their little bubble.”
“I’ve transcended bubbles. It’s cute that Chris Page went from company to company like a common street whore, but I did it first.” A quick eye roll from Shawn. “I left your company Theo, after dominating it for what a year and a half? Then I went to GCWA, and won their North American Title and never lost it until the day its doors were shuttered. Following that, Project Honor; double champion and fired because they knew it was over for them. Fight NYC!… do I really have to continue?”
“No. While others have been content, I’ve been doing exactly what I said I was going to do. I win whenever I go. I draw eyes, wherever I go. I am the gold standard in this industry and I don’t call anyone out.” Shawn begins to pace back and forth. “And people sure as fuck don’t call me out. So what does that tell you? When I’ve got companies sliding in my DM’s, trying to get me to grace them with my presence. It tells you everything that needs to be said.”
Shawn raises his eyebrows and begins to walk off the stage, before pausing and walking back out into the center once again.
“Hitler.” Shawn succinctly says as he nods to himself.
“Yeah. Days and days of thinking and there was only one name that kept coming up. Hitler for obvious reasons. I’d punch him in the dick so hard. That’s if I didn’t make him a eunuch first.” Shawn once again looks directly at the camera. “What? Did you think I wasn’t going to say at least one name? I’m not an idiot. I’m in this to win this. Sure I’ll fight anyone at any time, but come on…. It’s Hitler.”
“Him and his stupid followers. I’d tea bag each and everyone of them like this was a game of Halo. Notice the last name yet have you? Seems a bit… You know? If it was anyone from any time… Hitler. Him and anyone else that wants to get these hands.”
Shawn shrugs and walks off the stage as the camera fades to black.