Post by "New Legend" Matt Cook on Sept 21, 2009 10:34:45 GMT -6
[Pictures hang in wooden frames along a hallway wall. The frames are simple and plain, and the wall is a combination of yellow and off white. The pictures themselves are in black and white, most are fuzzy, with cracks and lines showing their age. A voice speaks out from beyond the camera.]
Voice: I represent a lineage of excellence, from my grandfather, the great Annoi Master to me, the “New Legend” Matt Cook. These pictures represent the knowledge I have from the days of my grandfather…
[The voice stops abruptly as a woman, carrying a laundry basket, walks from a door just past the pictures. She is large, friendly-looking lady, with hints of gray in her otherwise dark hair.]
Voice of Matt Cook: Mom! Get out of my shot!
Mom: Oh, I’m sorry dear, I didn’t realize you were filming.
Voice of Matt Cook: You’ve ruined everything! I am going to have to redo it now.
Mom: Oh, don’t be so dramatic. You’ll do fine sweety. I’m sure everyone will love you just as much as I do.
Voice of Matt Cook: …. Please just move.
[The woman walks down the hallway, disappearing around a corner. The camera moves down the hallway and into the room that Matt Cook’s mother just came from. Inside we see a bedroom, blue on white design, with a large mural of a sunset over the water on one wall. A surfboard leans against the wall, and various islander themed knickknacks line a bookcase. On the bed sits a pile of folded laundry. The camera is placed on a dresser and a young man walks in front of the camera and sits on the bed. He looks disappointed]
Matt Cook: Well, that’s a day in the life of Matt Cook. Very appropriate I guess. Good thing this isn’t live. I’ll have plenty of time to edit it up and redo it before I send it in. But I guess this will be as good a time as any to make the first scene in what will eventually be my DVD career retrospective.
[Matt sits up straight and clears his throat.]
Matt Cook: Making my American pro wrestling debut in Razorback Championship Wrestling, I knew I had some big shoes to fill…. Eh, big shoes to fill… scratch that.
Making my American pro wrestling debut in Razorback Championship Wrestling, I felt like the whole world rested on my back. Despite being only eighteen, I had to live up to the expectations of not only all Samoan and Fuji islanders, but specifically to my grandfather, the greatest of them all. Still, being a brave lad… did I just say lad?
Still, I remained determined not only to live up to my namesake, but to surpass it. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy but…
[Matt is cut off by a voice from behind the camera, presumably in the doorway. It is a deep, gruff, male voice.]
Voice: What the hell are you doing in here?
Matt Cook: Dad! I’m filming here. Won’t you guys leave me alone?
Dad: Filming? For that wrestling crap? Here’s some advice for you and all your little wrestling friends: get a real job, slackers!
Matt Cook: Dad, come on!
Dad: You want to be left alone? Fine. I was going to ask if you wanted me to get you anything from the grocery store while I was out, but if that’s how you feel about it….
[The door slams as foot steps trail off…]
Matt Cook: Thank God. Well, this tape will never see the light of day!
[Matt stands and reaches toward the camera. It cuts out quickly.]
Voice: I represent a lineage of excellence, from my grandfather, the great Annoi Master to me, the “New Legend” Matt Cook. These pictures represent the knowledge I have from the days of my grandfather…
[The voice stops abruptly as a woman, carrying a laundry basket, walks from a door just past the pictures. She is large, friendly-looking lady, with hints of gray in her otherwise dark hair.]
Voice of Matt Cook: Mom! Get out of my shot!
Mom: Oh, I’m sorry dear, I didn’t realize you were filming.
Voice of Matt Cook: You’ve ruined everything! I am going to have to redo it now.
Mom: Oh, don’t be so dramatic. You’ll do fine sweety. I’m sure everyone will love you just as much as I do.
Voice of Matt Cook: …. Please just move.
[The woman walks down the hallway, disappearing around a corner. The camera moves down the hallway and into the room that Matt Cook’s mother just came from. Inside we see a bedroom, blue on white design, with a large mural of a sunset over the water on one wall. A surfboard leans against the wall, and various islander themed knickknacks line a bookcase. On the bed sits a pile of folded laundry. The camera is placed on a dresser and a young man walks in front of the camera and sits on the bed. He looks disappointed]
Matt Cook: Well, that’s a day in the life of Matt Cook. Very appropriate I guess. Good thing this isn’t live. I’ll have plenty of time to edit it up and redo it before I send it in. But I guess this will be as good a time as any to make the first scene in what will eventually be my DVD career retrospective.
[Matt sits up straight and clears his throat.]
Matt Cook: Making my American pro wrestling debut in Razorback Championship Wrestling, I knew I had some big shoes to fill…. Eh, big shoes to fill… scratch that.
Making my American pro wrestling debut in Razorback Championship Wrestling, I felt like the whole world rested on my back. Despite being only eighteen, I had to live up to the expectations of not only all Samoan and Fuji islanders, but specifically to my grandfather, the greatest of them all. Still, being a brave lad… did I just say lad?
Still, I remained determined not only to live up to my namesake, but to surpass it. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy but…
[Matt is cut off by a voice from behind the camera, presumably in the doorway. It is a deep, gruff, male voice.]
Voice: What the hell are you doing in here?
Matt Cook: Dad! I’m filming here. Won’t you guys leave me alone?
Dad: Filming? For that wrestling crap? Here’s some advice for you and all your little wrestling friends: get a real job, slackers!
Matt Cook: Dad, come on!
Dad: You want to be left alone? Fine. I was going to ask if you wanted me to get you anything from the grocery store while I was out, but if that’s how you feel about it….
[The door slams as foot steps trail off…]
Matt Cook: Thank God. Well, this tape will never see the light of day!
[Matt stands and reaches toward the camera. It cuts out quickly.]
