Waw Homecoming Monologue Analysis

PROLOGUE: It was the night of WWE Homecoming when Matt Hardy lost the Loser Leaves RAW Match and the same night that I became an official WWE wrestler. During the match, Lita and I had an encounter until she hit me in the head with a steel chair while I was trying to untangle Matt from the ropes. Edge and Lita won the match that night and Matt had to leave RAW for good…It saddened me a little bit because I felt that he and I were just getting closer. Even though our relationship was strictly professional, I sensed the small chemistry among us while we worked together. One time I even attempted to kiss him good luck before a match, but he stopped me. We both knew it wouldn’t have worked out. His break up was still eating away at him and that's
But this is nothing new for I always encounter “could-have-been” relationships. It has either never worked out the way I hoped it would or once it seems to progress the flames burn out, or they burn out because the other person is still grieving about the last person they have been with and I was there as a comforter. I chose to manage Matt because of his raging determination to defeat Edge. It drew me to him. At first he refused to let me manage him, but since his career was on the line, he had no choice but to accept my offer. We turned out to be a great team. But now that Matt was not going to be in RAW anymore, who was I going to manage? I watched as he was getting escorted out of the building. As much as it sucked because he didn't deserve to leave and the possibility of becoming something more flew out the window, it was time to move on and focus on what
At the same time the whole arena turns red. Making his way to the ring is the same man I saw in the promo: mysterious, tall, bald, and eyes so somber yet it portrays darkness, emptiness, and anger simultaneously. His demeanor is sinister, but also inexplicably pleasing to my me.…As I watch him walk down to the ring, I suddenly have the same tight feeling I encountered last week in my abdomen…I couldn’t move a muscle. Never have I seen such an intriguing superstar like him. The closer he got to the ring, the farther away the other superstars went. They try to go so far, but since they were surrounded by ropes, there was so much they can go. Kane gets into the ring, and Carlito gets in front of Kane’s face. Before Carlito even had a slight chance of striking at him, Kane grabs Carlito by the neck with one hand, lifts him up more than 7 feet high and choke-slams him with all of his power straight down right where the poor soul was standing seconds ago. Then he grabbed him by his hair with both hands, stood him up and effortlessly threw him out of the ring which still caused Carlito to slam hard on the ground. Suddenly I left the locker room and head to the ramps. I pace straight to Carlito but my pace diminishes as I notice Kane staring intently at me. A sudden shrill drapes down my spine and the tight feeling got even tighter…I can’t move a muscle…until I felt a pull on my arm. It was Carlito still