Stripped Bare
Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2016 9:00 pm
"Art is an interesting idea isn't it?"
The voice bounced off the bare walls, echoing throughout the rest of the empty room. Bare white walls with paintings spaced out evenly along all the walls. As the camera pulls out we now realize that Thatcher is standing in an art gallery. Various different kinds of paintings are shown until the camera stops on the one Thatcher is standing in front of. This painting is different though because it isn't a painting, it's a blank canvas.
"I look around this room and I see countless hours of work. Emotion laid bare for all to see on the canvas, an expression of ones self in it's most raw form. Then I come to this piece of art and I can't help but get lost in it. All this work and this person presents a blank canvas and somehow it's the most interesting thing in the room. Most probably wouldn't consider this art but then again what is art? Is art really all about emotion or just about creating the illusion of emotion? I ask this because it seems quite relevant to what I face at Destiny. I face a man, a canvas filled with emotion. A man who puts on a mask, both physical and metaphorical. Havoc likes to put on a show doesn't he? The knives and the blood are his art, an expression of him self. You seem I'm not interested in any of that. I'm interested in the blank canvas. I'm interested in the Havoc that exists past the paint. Stripped and laid bare for the world to see, what does Havoc become?"
Thatcher turned to face the camera.
"Havoc, I actually respect you. Strip away all the show and at your core you have a competitor. You have someone who has dominated in multiple companies and has left no doubt about his talent. I'm not stupid, I know my odds aren't great. I'm walking into Destiny staring down the barrel of a loaded shotgun and on the other end are three fingers and all of them belong Havoc and his buddies. Havoc is smart, he knows that no successful hunter hunts alone. You want to know why Havoc holds two titles right now? Because he isn't afraid to do whatever it takes to win. Havoc knows that if you aren't willing to lie, cheat and steal then you aren't willing to succeed in this world. I could sit here all night and explain to you why Havoc is one of the best wrestlers in the world today. I'm sure many of you are wondering why I'm standing here talking about Havoc like he is the greatest thing since sliced bread. I mean shouldn't I be talking about how I'm going to break his arm and leave him a husk of his former self when I'm done with him?"
A smirk appears across Thatchers face as he lets out a laugh.
"I'm not stupid remember? There are a million different ways I could attack Havoc but I'm attacking him from an angle no one has before. I'm not targeting his arm or leg, I'm targeting his ego. At the end of the day Havoc and I are just alike, we are competitors. We want to prove everyone who said we couldn't do it that we can. Havoc and I both want to be the best in this company. So yeah, Havoc could bring his buddies down to the ring and ensure that he walks out champion but....he won't. He won't because he knows that beating me any other way then legit won't feel as good and it certainly won't mean as much. When Havoc looks at me he sees him self, he sees someone who actually cares about this sport. Sure, we both approach this sport in different ways but at the end of the day we only care about winning. Havoc this isn't about the title, this is about honor. This is about walking into Destiny as the new guy and showing everyone why I'm the most dangerous man in EBWF. You see Havoc, my aspirations don't stop at the Breakout title but that's stating the obvious isn't it? No one comes to the EBWF wanting to be the Breakout champion. This title is nothing more then a statement for me, a statement that I can beat you. A statement that I can go toe to toe with one of the most dominant men in the EBWF and come out the victor. I have no doubt Havoc is going to give me the fight of my life and that will make the victory all the sweeter. Regardless of who you are supporting, you are going to without a doubt see the most competitive match you will ever see on a EBWF event. Save your tickets because you are going to tell your kids about the night Havoc and Thatcher faced off."
Thatcher stepped forward towards the camera.
"A canvas laid bare for all to see, exposed and vulnerable. You are that canvas Havoc, your enigma has been deciphered. At Destiny you face a man on a mission, you face a man who has stripped all the nonsense from his life. The fake British accent is gone and all that remains is the real Timothy Thatcher. So now I stand before you Havoc, a canvas laid bare for all to see. I present to you the essence of who I am and all that I ask is that you do the same. All I ask is that you enter Destiny with everything you have and leave with none of it because that's exactly what I'm going to do. You are going to get every ounce of venom and hatred that this American-Portuguese body can produce and when the curtain closes behind you and you look in the mirror at a broken and bloody face I want you to feel that fire inside, the same fire I feel when I look at my broken and bloody face. That fire is all you are going to have left at the end of Destiny, let's hope it keeps you as warm as that title does at night."
Thatcher turned around and walked towards the blank canvas. He pulled a red sharpie from his pocket and put a single red dot in the middle of the canvas.
"Art is an interesting idea isn't it?"
The voice bounced off the bare walls, echoing throughout the rest of the empty room. Bare white walls with paintings spaced out evenly along all the walls. As the camera pulls out we now realize that Thatcher is standing in an art gallery. Various different kinds of paintings are shown until the camera stops on the one Thatcher is standing in front of. This painting is different though because it isn't a painting, it's a blank canvas.
"I look around this room and I see countless hours of work. Emotion laid bare for all to see on the canvas, an expression of ones self in it's most raw form. Then I come to this piece of art and I can't help but get lost in it. All this work and this person presents a blank canvas and somehow it's the most interesting thing in the room. Most probably wouldn't consider this art but then again what is art? Is art really all about emotion or just about creating the illusion of emotion? I ask this because it seems quite relevant to what I face at Destiny. I face a man, a canvas filled with emotion. A man who puts on a mask, both physical and metaphorical. Havoc likes to put on a show doesn't he? The knives and the blood are his art, an expression of him self. You seem I'm not interested in any of that. I'm interested in the blank canvas. I'm interested in the Havoc that exists past the paint. Stripped and laid bare for the world to see, what does Havoc become?"
Thatcher turned to face the camera.
"Havoc, I actually respect you. Strip away all the show and at your core you have a competitor. You have someone who has dominated in multiple companies and has left no doubt about his talent. I'm not stupid, I know my odds aren't great. I'm walking into Destiny staring down the barrel of a loaded shotgun and on the other end are three fingers and all of them belong Havoc and his buddies. Havoc is smart, he knows that no successful hunter hunts alone. You want to know why Havoc holds two titles right now? Because he isn't afraid to do whatever it takes to win. Havoc knows that if you aren't willing to lie, cheat and steal then you aren't willing to succeed in this world. I could sit here all night and explain to you why Havoc is one of the best wrestlers in the world today. I'm sure many of you are wondering why I'm standing here talking about Havoc like he is the greatest thing since sliced bread. I mean shouldn't I be talking about how I'm going to break his arm and leave him a husk of his former self when I'm done with him?"
A smirk appears across Thatchers face as he lets out a laugh.
"I'm not stupid remember? There are a million different ways I could attack Havoc but I'm attacking him from an angle no one has before. I'm not targeting his arm or leg, I'm targeting his ego. At the end of the day Havoc and I are just alike, we are competitors. We want to prove everyone who said we couldn't do it that we can. Havoc and I both want to be the best in this company. So yeah, Havoc could bring his buddies down to the ring and ensure that he walks out champion but....he won't. He won't because he knows that beating me any other way then legit won't feel as good and it certainly won't mean as much. When Havoc looks at me he sees him self, he sees someone who actually cares about this sport. Sure, we both approach this sport in different ways but at the end of the day we only care about winning. Havoc this isn't about the title, this is about honor. This is about walking into Destiny as the new guy and showing everyone why I'm the most dangerous man in EBWF. You see Havoc, my aspirations don't stop at the Breakout title but that's stating the obvious isn't it? No one comes to the EBWF wanting to be the Breakout champion. This title is nothing more then a statement for me, a statement that I can beat you. A statement that I can go toe to toe with one of the most dominant men in the EBWF and come out the victor. I have no doubt Havoc is going to give me the fight of my life and that will make the victory all the sweeter. Regardless of who you are supporting, you are going to without a doubt see the most competitive match you will ever see on a EBWF event. Save your tickets because you are going to tell your kids about the night Havoc and Thatcher faced off."
Thatcher stepped forward towards the camera.
"A canvas laid bare for all to see, exposed and vulnerable. You are that canvas Havoc, your enigma has been deciphered. At Destiny you face a man on a mission, you face a man who has stripped all the nonsense from his life. The fake British accent is gone and all that remains is the real Timothy Thatcher. So now I stand before you Havoc, a canvas laid bare for all to see. I present to you the essence of who I am and all that I ask is that you do the same. All I ask is that you enter Destiny with everything you have and leave with none of it because that's exactly what I'm going to do. You are going to get every ounce of venom and hatred that this American-Portuguese body can produce and when the curtain closes behind you and you look in the mirror at a broken and bloody face I want you to feel that fire inside, the same fire I feel when I look at my broken and bloody face. That fire is all you are going to have left at the end of Destiny, let's hope it keeps you as warm as that title does at night."
Thatcher turned around and walked towards the blank canvas. He pulled a red sharpie from his pocket and put a single red dot in the middle of the canvas.
"Art is an interesting idea isn't it?"