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
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the only reason why he went after Edge in the first place…the person that took his girlfriend.
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 …show more content…
is to come. The following week Eric Bischoff, the General Manager of RAW wanted me to speak with him in his office. I sat nervously on the chair across from his desk not knowing what he wanted to speak to me about…so I asked, “May I ask why am I here?“
“I’m just going to cut to the chase. As you know, Lita just recovered from a serious neck injury. It would seem that she needs more time to recover.” he says. Though I was proud of the damage I supposedly did to Lita, at the same time I felt foolish for what I did. I am about to lose my job, tonight. Great job, Stephanie. I thought.
“Are you going to fire me?” I ask.
“Fire you? Are you kidding me? You gave me huge ratings for the last weeks match! And I mean, huge! Besides MY match with John Cena last week and Matt Hardy loses the Loser Leaves RAW match, the brawl you had with Lita during that match brought massive hype! I mean, did you hear the crowd when you threw her out of the ring and she landed on her neck after that substantial beating you gave her? That’ll teach her to mess with you again. I haven’t heard the crowd cheer that way for a Diva in a while!”
With a bewildered look on my face I said, “A Diva? I’m just Valet Mr. Bischoff.”
“The authorities have been watching you ever since you came and I showed them a clip of last week’s match since they couldn’t stick around after being Stunned by Stone Cold Steve Austin. They were very impressed. And the fans have taken a liking towards you. You may think of yourself as just a Valet, but from what we all saw out there and from what we have been seeing the past couple of months, you definitely have the potential to do more in this business.”
“So what does that mean? What are you saying?”
“From what we saw out there, you already seem like a professional. I’ve got to be honest. Ever since you came into my office, I sensed there was more to you than just a pretty face and…can I say…one hell of a sexy body. You have this elegance yet toughness.You see…you seem like the type of person who doesn't let anyone meddle with you and if they do, you give them more than just a whack. I guess what I am trying to say is that your work from now on will be more…crossed. Your job will now be in the ring until you find the superstar you want to manage. I guess you haven't drawn just us and the fans. I’ve got a good feeling about you, Stephanie…and thats why I want to propose to you an opportunity that I rarely give.”
“What kind of opportunity?” I asked
“A triple threat match against Victoria, Trish Stratus and you for the Women’s Championship…tonight!”
At first I was a bit shocked, but this was an opportunity that doesn't come very often. “I’ll take this opportunity!, Mr. Bischoff.” I say.
“No, thank YOU.” He says. And with that I left the office and headed to the locker room. While prepping myself up for my upcoming match, I hear a sinister laugh coming from the television next to me. I slowly turn my head to view what seems to be a promo. There was a man with the evil of the world in his eyes who forcefully summons fire up from each corner of the ring, then destroying people with no mercy…I was mesmerized not just from the non-stop torture he gave to his opponents' with vigorous strength but also from the horrid sounds that took place every time his face would appear. It was difficult to even scrutinize who he was since the screen kept getting redder and more distorted whenever his face would appear. It made his face look disfigured…or is that how he really looks like? I thought to myself. I felt a tight knot in my abdomen and chills from my head to my feet. I didn't move a muscle until it ended with the words and a his voice saying “I’m Back” following another heinous laugh and the words “Next Monday” appearing shortly after. Whoever this superstar was coming back to Raw really aroused my curiosity and made me wonder who the hell was this person I just saw. He seems kind of familiar I thought.
The trance that invaded me quickly left as soon as I figured it was time to head to the ring. I took one last look at the television…then proceeded to the ring. That night Trish Stratus won and was still WWE Women’s Champion. She respectfully gave me a handshake and took a liking to what I offered in the ring. Even though I had lost the match, it was the most scary yet exciting thing I have ever done.
I went backstage and was stopped by Eric. “Unfortunately you didn’t win the match, but you did a superb job! It won’t be the last time the fans will see you in the ring…but as I said…for now you will be managing a superstar of my choice” he says. “Who will I manage?” I ask him. I suddenly hear a loud crunch sound behind me and when I turned I see non-other than Carlito. I was in shock…he was THE last person I would ever want to vouch for at ringside. “Hmm…she’s doesn’t look ALL THAT.” he continues to say. I was completely baffled.
“Now, now.” Eric says. “Be a gentleman, Carlito. After all, she did help Matt Hardy win all his matches since his return. And it wasn’t her fault that his last match resulted in him leaving. Plus I think you two will make a great team and you wouldn't have to cheat anymore. You are in good hands.”
“Mr. Bish—“ I attempted to persuade him to let me manage someone other than this poor excuse for a wrestler but he cuts me off and says, “If you don’t do this, I will make sure that you will never get a chance for future opportunities in the ring. Or worse…you will be FIRED. So I suggest that you do what you do to help Carlito’s team win tonight, which by the way is happening right now. Good luck.” And with that, he left. That night The team of Carlito, Edge (with Lita) and Kurt Angle defeated the team of John Cena, Shawn Michaels, and The Big Show. I quickly left the ring and headed backstage right after the match was over. The last thing I wanted was to cheer with a bunch of undeserving superstars who doesn't even care about the WWE. I went into the locker room and just sat on the bench looking up at the ceiling. I turn my head to the television next to me and thought about the promo I encountered earlier… that man in the promo…I couldn’t wait for the following week to come…Next Monday I thought.
CHAPTER 1: The week was finally here. I impatiently wait in the locker room watching every single match tonight to finally see who it was in that mysterious promo that I encountered last week. I have waited all night, and it felt like waiting a lifetime. He hasn’t shown up at all. The main event was about to happen next..the 18-Man Battle Royal. He has to be in this main event tonight. I watch as Eric Bischoff was about to introduce the last man to enter the ring…The anticipation of who was about to appear mounts rapidly. I knew exactly who was about to appear…
“LADIES AND GENTLEMAN…THE SEVEN-FOOT MONSTER…KANE!”
Fire forcibly explode from each side of the stage and erects very high.
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
trying to get up from the ground. Kane turns back around to the contestants. I bring Carlito back to his locker room and hurry back to mine to continue watching the match. There were seventeen men left and the numbers keep reducing. After quickly eliminating both of The Heart Throbs at the same time, Kane is left with Chris Masters in the ring. Chris grabs Kane from behind and performs a power-slam on him. As soon as he gets up, Chris attempts to perform the master lock. Anticipation of whether Kane could even break the master lock was rising within me. No one has yet to break the Master lock, but Kane broke free before Chris could even lock his hands around him. Kane begins throwing punches at Chris then uppercuts him to the ropes. He tries to clothesline Chris over, but Chris runs underneath Kane’s arm avoiding the clothesline and now Kane was on the ropes. Chris runs back to Kane to perform the same move until Kane quickly ducks and rose up causing Chris to flip over the ring, and he won. “HERE IS YOUR WINNER…KANE!” announces Lillian Garcia. He backs up to the middle of the ring, raises his arms slowly then shoots them down. Flames burst from each corner of the ring. I stare at the television, impressed with what I had just seen. Not only am I impressed with the “Big Red Machine”, (as some call him)…I’m looking forward to seeing more of him.
CHAPTER 2: During the next few weeks I kept observing Kane through his matches. Every time I did, I become more intrigued and more enamored. I was always looking forward to the following week just to see how he will destroy his next opponent…it was beautiful, yet amusing. It was funny seeing the looks on his opponents faces..the fear in their eyes as the were hovered by him and knew they were in for a certain doom that night.
the only reason why he went after Edge in the first place…the person that took his girlfriend.
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 …show more content…
is to come. The following week Eric Bischoff, the General Manager of RAW wanted me to speak with him in his office. I sat nervously on the chair across from his desk not knowing what he wanted to speak to me about…so I asked, “May I ask why am I here?“
“I’m just going to cut to the chase. As you know, Lita just recovered from a serious neck injury. It would seem that she needs more time to recover.” he says. Though I was proud of the damage I supposedly did to Lita, at the same time I felt foolish for what I did. I am about to lose my job, tonight. Great job, Stephanie. I thought.
“Are you going to fire me?” I ask.
“Fire you? Are you kidding me? You gave me huge ratings for the last weeks match! And I mean, huge! Besides MY match with John Cena last week and Matt Hardy loses the Loser Leaves RAW match, the brawl you had with Lita during that match brought massive hype! I mean, did you hear the crowd when you threw her out of the ring and she landed on her neck after that substantial beating you gave her? That’ll teach her to mess with you again. I haven’t heard the crowd cheer that way for a Diva in a while!”
With a bewildered look on my face I said, “A Diva? I’m just Valet Mr. Bischoff.”
“The authorities have been watching you ever since you came and I showed them a clip of last week’s match since they couldn’t stick around after being Stunned by Stone Cold Steve Austin. They were very impressed. And the fans have taken a liking towards you. You may think of yourself as just a Valet, but from what we all saw out there and from what we have been seeing the past couple of months, you definitely have the potential to do more in this business.”
“So what does that mean? What are you saying?”
“From what we saw out there, you already seem like a professional. I’ve got to be honest. Ever since you came into my office, I sensed there was more to you than just a pretty face and…can I say…one hell of a sexy body. You have this elegance yet toughness.You see…you seem like the type of person who doesn't let anyone meddle with you and if they do, you give them more than just a whack. I guess what I am trying to say is that your work from now on will be more…crossed. Your job will now be in the ring until you find the superstar you want to manage. I guess you haven't drawn just us and the fans. I’ve got a good feeling about you, Stephanie…and thats why I want to propose to you an opportunity that I rarely give.”
“What kind of opportunity?” I asked
“A triple threat match against Victoria, Trish Stratus and you for the Women’s Championship…tonight!”
At first I was a bit shocked, but this was an opportunity that doesn't come very often. “I’ll take this opportunity!, Mr. Bischoff.” I say.
“No, thank YOU.” He says. And with that I left the office and headed to the locker room. While prepping myself up for my upcoming match, I hear a sinister laugh coming from the television next to me. I slowly turn my head to view what seems to be a promo. There was a man with the evil of the world in his eyes who forcefully summons fire up from each corner of the ring, then destroying people with no mercy…I was mesmerized not just from the non-stop torture he gave to his opponents' with vigorous strength but also from the horrid sounds that took place every time his face would appear. It was difficult to even scrutinize who he was since the screen kept getting redder and more distorted whenever his face would appear. It made his face look disfigured…or is that how he really looks like? I thought to myself. I felt a tight knot in my abdomen and chills from my head to my feet. I didn't move a muscle until it ended with the words and a his voice saying “I’m Back” following another heinous laugh and the words “Next Monday” appearing shortly after. Whoever this superstar was coming back to Raw really aroused my curiosity and made me wonder who the hell was this person I just saw. He seems kind of familiar I thought.
The trance that invaded me quickly left as soon as I figured it was time to head to the ring. I took one last look at the television…then proceeded to the ring. That night Trish Stratus won and was still WWE Women’s Champion. She respectfully gave me a handshake and took a liking to what I offered in the ring. Even though I had lost the match, it was the most scary yet exciting thing I have ever done.
I went backstage and was stopped by Eric. “Unfortunately you didn’t win the match, but you did a superb job! It won’t be the last time the fans will see you in the ring…but as I said…for now you will be managing a superstar of my choice” he says. “Who will I manage?” I ask him. I suddenly hear a loud crunch sound behind me and when I turned I see non-other than Carlito. I was in shock…he was THE last person I would ever want to vouch for at ringside. “Hmm…she’s doesn’t look ALL THAT.” he continues to say. I was completely baffled.
“Now, now.” Eric says. “Be a gentleman, Carlito. After all, she did help Matt Hardy win all his matches since his return. And it wasn’t her fault that his last match resulted in him leaving. Plus I think you two will make a great team and you wouldn't have to cheat anymore. You are in good hands.”
“Mr. Bish—“ I attempted to persuade him to let me manage someone other than this poor excuse for a wrestler but he cuts me off and says, “If you don’t do this, I will make sure that you will never get a chance for future opportunities in the ring. Or worse…you will be FIRED. So I suggest that you do what you do to help Carlito’s team win tonight, which by the way is happening right now. Good luck.” And with that, he left. That night The team of Carlito, Edge (with Lita) and Kurt Angle defeated the team of John Cena, Shawn Michaels, and The Big Show. I quickly left the ring and headed backstage right after the match was over. The last thing I wanted was to cheer with a bunch of undeserving superstars who doesn't even care about the WWE. I went into the locker room and just sat on the bench looking up at the ceiling. I turn my head to the television next to me and thought about the promo I encountered earlier… that man in the promo…I couldn’t wait for the following week to come…Next Monday I thought.
CHAPTER 1: The week was finally here. I impatiently wait in the locker room watching every single match tonight to finally see who it was in that mysterious promo that I encountered last week. I have waited all night, and it felt like waiting a lifetime. He hasn’t shown up at all. The main event was about to happen next..the 18-Man Battle Royal. He has to be in this main event tonight. I watch as Eric Bischoff was about to introduce the last man to enter the ring…The anticipation of who was about to appear mounts rapidly. I knew exactly who was about to appear…
“LADIES AND GENTLEMAN…THE SEVEN-FOOT MONSTER…KANE!”
Fire forcibly explode from each side of the stage and erects very high.
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
trying to get up from the ground. Kane turns back around to the contestants. I bring Carlito back to his locker room and hurry back to mine to continue watching the match. There were seventeen men left and the numbers keep reducing. After quickly eliminating both of The Heart Throbs at the same time, Kane is left with Chris Masters in the ring. Chris grabs Kane from behind and performs a power-slam on him. As soon as he gets up, Chris attempts to perform the master lock. Anticipation of whether Kane could even break the master lock was rising within me. No one has yet to break the Master lock, but Kane broke free before Chris could even lock his hands around him. Kane begins throwing punches at Chris then uppercuts him to the ropes. He tries to clothesline Chris over, but Chris runs underneath Kane’s arm avoiding the clothesline and now Kane was on the ropes. Chris runs back to Kane to perform the same move until Kane quickly ducks and rose up causing Chris to flip over the ring, and he won. “HERE IS YOUR WINNER…KANE!” announces Lillian Garcia. He backs up to the middle of the ring, raises his arms slowly then shoots them down. Flames burst from each corner of the ring. I stare at the television, impressed with what I had just seen. Not only am I impressed with the “Big Red Machine”, (as some call him)…I’m looking forward to seeing more of him.
CHAPTER 2: During the next few weeks I kept observing Kane through his matches. Every time I did, I become more intrigued and more enamored. I was always looking forward to the following week just to see how he will destroy his next opponent…it was beautiful, yet amusing. It was funny seeing the looks on his opponents faces..the fear in their eyes as the were hovered by him and knew they were in for a certain doom that night.