Post by johnnybulldog on Aug 6, 2018 9:20:02 GMT -5
The camera fades in as we see Johnny Bulldog sat in his 'Accomplishments Room'. On the wall, we see all three GWA Championships, the first suit he ever wore for Fool's Gold, his Hall of Fame Certificate of Authenticity and even the deeds to Dexter Point, back in his first season. He sits forward in his chair and begins to speak.
This room represents my entire career. Everything I have ever won, everything I have ever strived for, everything I've ever wanted is in this room. This room represents one of the greatest careers in recent GWA history. I've done almost everything there is to do here - certainly everything I've ever wanted to do. Encased in little frames on these walls are what represent me as a wrestler and as a man. I have spent 5 years of my life decorating this room and, frankly, there's no space left.
But none of that matters.
On Sunday, everything I ever stood for, everything I ever built up, everything you've watched me grow into came tumbling down. Sure, I gave props to Wellington Dunne, he did well - but the critics will never let me live that down. You see, I saw something in the Glasgow Bull that I saw in myself all those seasons ago. A willingness, a desire to be the best - a little of the British flavour, which always helps.
He gives a little look to camera, while he walks across to a case on the wall - inside is his beloved Vivian, and the words 'In Case of Emergency' and 'Caution!' can be easily read.
You see, I admit my best days are behind me, but I know I'm still at the top of this mountain. I let myself down Sunday. I was ready to elevate the International Championship but to what it used to be - before it became a little pointless strap for the big men and wishy-washy characters to hold. The four weeks I held it, it mattered again. But - I let it slip, and it's hurt me.
He grabs a screwdriver and undoes the case with Vivian inside. He takes the bat out and holds it as he continues to speak.
You made me realise how good I really am, how good I used to be, and that's still inside me. You drove me to the limit, Wellington. I hit my breaking point. Everything I worked for... became a distant memory.
Bulldog suddenly swings Vivian, smashing the case with his suit inside.
I tried to put people first. I tried to put entertainment first - I tried to improve GWA.
He continues his tirade, smashing the case with the Deeds to Dexter Point inside.
I tried to become a bigger, better man. A mentor.
He comes to his three championship belts and stops.
I tried to help you out. But everything, all of my victories, all of my records... became worthless.
He looks at the camera, anger all over his face, and in one strike, smashes the case.
Dammit Wellington, you've ruined me. You've ruined everything I stood for. And now...
Bulldog uses a piece of sellotape to hold his replica International Championship against the wall.
... I'll ruin you.
He strikes the front-plate of the belt with Vivian, shattering it into hundreds of pieces. The impact was so hard, one of the pieces of sellotape came off of the wall, so as Bulldog delivers his final piece to camera, it is in the background, dangling in tatters.
It's a fresh start for me. I have nothing more to lose. You? You have everything, and I'll make sure you don't leave the arena Sunday on your feet. In fact, I'll make sure you don't leave it alive. Do I make myself clear?
Bulldog swings Vivian at the camera, causing the lens to shatter and the feed to cut. A long beeping sound is heard before the screen fades to black.
This room represents my entire career. Everything I have ever won, everything I have ever strived for, everything I've ever wanted is in this room. This room represents one of the greatest careers in recent GWA history. I've done almost everything there is to do here - certainly everything I've ever wanted to do. Encased in little frames on these walls are what represent me as a wrestler and as a man. I have spent 5 years of my life decorating this room and, frankly, there's no space left.
But none of that matters.
On Sunday, everything I ever stood for, everything I ever built up, everything you've watched me grow into came tumbling down. Sure, I gave props to Wellington Dunne, he did well - but the critics will never let me live that down. You see, I saw something in the Glasgow Bull that I saw in myself all those seasons ago. A willingness, a desire to be the best - a little of the British flavour, which always helps.
He gives a little look to camera, while he walks across to a case on the wall - inside is his beloved Vivian, and the words 'In Case of Emergency' and 'Caution!' can be easily read.
You see, I admit my best days are behind me, but I know I'm still at the top of this mountain. I let myself down Sunday. I was ready to elevate the International Championship but to what it used to be - before it became a little pointless strap for the big men and wishy-washy characters to hold. The four weeks I held it, it mattered again. But - I let it slip, and it's hurt me.
He grabs a screwdriver and undoes the case with Vivian inside. He takes the bat out and holds it as he continues to speak.
You made me realise how good I really am, how good I used to be, and that's still inside me. You drove me to the limit, Wellington. I hit my breaking point. Everything I worked for... became a distant memory.
Bulldog suddenly swings Vivian, smashing the case with his suit inside.
I tried to put people first. I tried to put entertainment first - I tried to improve GWA.
He continues his tirade, smashing the case with the Deeds to Dexter Point inside.
I tried to become a bigger, better man. A mentor.
He comes to his three championship belts and stops.
I tried to help you out. But everything, all of my victories, all of my records... became worthless.
He looks at the camera, anger all over his face, and in one strike, smashes the case.
Dammit Wellington, you've ruined me. You've ruined everything I stood for. And now...
Bulldog uses a piece of sellotape to hold his replica International Championship against the wall.
... I'll ruin you.
He strikes the front-plate of the belt with Vivian, shattering it into hundreds of pieces. The impact was so hard, one of the pieces of sellotape came off of the wall, so as Bulldog delivers his final piece to camera, it is in the background, dangling in tatters.
It's a fresh start for me. I have nothing more to lose. You? You have everything, and I'll make sure you don't leave the arena Sunday on your feet. In fact, I'll make sure you don't leave it alive. Do I make myself clear?
Bulldog swings Vivian at the camera, causing the lens to shatter and the feed to cut. A long beeping sound is heard before the screen fades to black.