Big Brother, 'Somnia Style [Death From Above match, how great it should be. Really, with three men like Phoenix, Renegade, and Insomnia, it's sure to be a classic with two new guys and a veteran. These three men have history together, adding to this all ready great match. Plus adding the Death From Above stipulation makes this even more intense of a match than it was before any stips were added. But now Death From Above, a cage with florecent light blubs falling on the heads of Insomnia, Renegade, and Phoenix until one man is pinned is......brillant! Of course, it might not be too brillant for Phoenix and Renegade to enter an enviroment like this with Insomnia, or maybe the other way around? Whatever the case may be, this will be one legendary match.] [The scene: Wednesday Night, November 28, 2000. 11:36 PM. Insomnia is in his hotel room bed. Insomnia sits there with The Late Show with David Letterman on. Insomnia turns the side light on and turns the TV off. Insomnia gets out from under his covers and walks to the kitchen. Insomnia is wearing torn up jean shorts and a white t-shirt and socks with no shoes. Insomnia goes into the kitchen part of the hotel room and opens to freezer up and pulls out a carton of ice cream and he grabs a spoon.] Insomnia:"Well it seems that we have a Big Brother type thing going on here now. HWF talked to me and they said that sometime Tuesday night you guys were going to be coming in and talking to me, keeping me on camera until Friday night. Do you realize how many great days of Insomnia you are going to get now? For the idiotic people out there, that is three days with me, nonstop. I don't remember signing that in the contract but it seems that these HWF guys don't care about you, they don't care about your presonal or outside life, they want you in the HWF 24/7, never ending. But I really just don't give a damn what the HWF wants anymore, it isn't worth it. I should just quit now. I should give up and just leave this place. But see, I've got so much unfinished business here now that I'm not leaving for a long, LONG time." [Insomnia takes the ice cream bucket back to his bed. Insomnia gets under the covers. Insomnia turns Letterman back on and turns it down a little bit.] Insomnia:"But of course, you are here again with me, and now I'm in bed. I don't know, as long as you guys don't come in the shower with me then I'll be fine, even though I really don't shower that often anyways, so I don't think I need to worry abou that anyways." [Insomnia finishs his tub of ice cream and throws it on the floor with his spoon.] Insomnia:"Now I'm going to go to sleep now, so you aren't going to get much to record here. Night." [Insomnia pulls the covers over his head and turns the lights out. David Letterman is still on as you can hear snorring. The scene fades away to blackness. Then in big, bold, red letters the following comes up on the screen...] [Thursday, November 30, 2000. 9:13 AM.] [That is up for around five seconds, and then fades away. Then we fade in on Insomina still asleep. Insomnia moves a little bit and wakes up. Insomnia looks at the camera lights.] Insomnia:"Oh shit you guys are still here? What the fuck, what time is it?] [Insomnia tooks over at his digital clock which now says 9:15.] Insomnia:"This is too damn early man, too damn early. But today is a busy day, all screw it, I'm gettin' up." [Insomnia throws the covers to the floor. Insomnia goes in the bathroom to brush his teeth, the camera follows. Insomnia then picks up the toilet seat and looks at the cameraman.] Insomnia:"Sorry, this ain't no damn peep show, get out!" [Insomnia throws the cameraman out while he does his, well, while he does his business. Then after around two or three minutes you hear the toilet flush and Insomnia comes out. Insomnia goes into the kitchen and grabs a bowl, a spoon, some milk, and a box of Wheaties. Insomnia pours the bowl of Wheaties and goes back to his bedroom. Insomnia turns the radio on and crawls into bed to relax and listen to the DJ as he starts eating his cereal.] DJ:"Yes, hello, 9:31 right here in Rockford, Illinois. Now I've got a few things I want to talk about here. First off all, I want to talk a little bit about professional wrestling." [Insomnia seems to be listening quiet intensy now since they meanted professional wrestling, and whenever the media talks about professional wrestling, it can never be good.] DJ:"Come on folks, why are we supporting this garbage? Have we seen the trash that these federations have been putting out lately? Let's take the WWF, you've got a beer drinking red neck Texanian who everybody loves, then there is The Rock who says he is going to lay the smack down on our candy asses week in and week out, what are we promoting here? That those kind of things are right? And have you ever seen what is called an independent federation? Like this week in town we have the Hardcore Wrestling Federation. This is some of the MOST indecent stuff I have ever seen in my life! They have matches where men get set on fire, they have terrible language, and characters that are too much for TV. I have more to talk about but let's take a few calls first." [Insomnia looks mad at the comments made directed at the HWF. Insomnia grabs the phone and dials the number given.] Caller #1:"Yes, hello?" DJ:"Yeah, WILR, whats your question, comment, whatever on professional wrestling and these little independent circuits?" Caller #1:"Yeah, I think professional wrestling is terrible! My nine year old son watchs it, he repeats everything that he hears from those guys. I don't want him to go to this HWF thing that is coming to town but his father is taking him, they are both wrestling fans. I don't understand why those guys are just so stupid! I've seen the HWF before, that place is for losers and fugitives." DJ:"All right, thank you for your comment, next caller, hello, your LIVE on WILR." Insomnia:"You have no idea about professional wrestling." [Insomnia has got threw to speak to the DJ. Insomnia talks in a very calm, relaxed, unexcited voice.] DJ:"Oh really, and how can you make that claim?" Insomnia:"I am a HWF wrestler." DJ:"Oh this is great, what is your character name then?" Insomnia:"Insomnia." DJ:"All right Insomnia, why don't you think that you have anything to do with the violence that occurs when kids say that the reason they hurt the other person is because of wrestling?" Insomnia:"The rage doesn't start by watching wrestling. Do you think that normal people are watching wrestling anyways? Hell no, they are either missing a parent, or have no friends, or are just screwed up in the head. When you start watching wrestling, you aren't normal. All of the fans are idiot little kids that don't have any minds. Wrestling is their escape." DJ:"What got you started in wrestling?" Insomnia:"Just to kick ass...." DJ:"See, here comes the language." Insomnia:"I don't care about my language and neither should you. You aren't my mom, so shut the fuck up!" DJ:"Look Insomnia, you are the perfect example of everything that is wrong with wrestling. You cuss, you fight, you probably have killed somebody...." Insomnia:"So you are saying that just because I am a wrestler, I am a terrible person?" DJ:"In my eyes you are." Insomnia:"See, thats whats wrong with everybody that isn't a wrestling fan. They think we are all terrible, screwed up people. You are doing the worst thing of all by putting labels on us." DJ:"But I'm not the only one doing it, everybody does it because thats what you are!" Insomnia:"Your a DJ, you ever heard the song "Changes" by 2Pac?" DJ:"Of course I have. I love it." Insomnia:"Well I think that you need to stop being racist against professional wrestlers. There is nothing wrong with being one at all, 15 million fans in America love professional wrestling, they might hate me but they love the damn sport and thats all that matters." [The fight continues on for quiet awhile, about twenty minutes, on the subject of professional wrestling and thats where we pick up.] DJ:"All right, well you haven't changed my views but thank you for your time Insomnia but my shifts over so until later, dust fools." Insomnia:"Whatda....?" [Insomnia hangs up the phone and looks at his digital clock, it says 10:03 AM. Insomnia throws the empty bowl of Wheaties on the floor with the ice cream tub is. Insomnia gets outta the bed again and changes into a torn up pair of long jeans and a Metallica t-shirt.] Insomnia:"Dust, what the hell was that guy talkin' about." [Insomnia grabs his car keys and his wallet and leaves his hotel room. Insomnia goes out and gets in his same red Toyota Echo as normal. Insomnia gets in the drivers seat and the cameraman gets in the passengers seat. Insomnia pulls out of the parking lot and starts talking.] Insomnia:"See, it's losers like that that give wrestling and us a bad name. I'm always getting made fun of, I'm never included in the kliq so I thought I'd call in and tell that guy what the hell the facts were. Dumb stubborn son of a bitch just can't see something my way, sorta like Renegade, alot like Renegade infact. I wouldn't be surprised if that really was Renegade, I mean, they both are wusses, have lame ass comebacks like 'well you make me go to sleep', and they just don't seem to realize that everything that I do is better than everything that I do. Sure, Renegade, you did beat me, you did. Last week was a fluke though, I should have won that match and the world knows that I should have won it, of course they would NEVER admit it because it is me, Insomnia, the man who they hate with a passion and will never like, never. But that is just something that I am going to have to live with." "But back to Renegade, the worlds most ignorant son of a bitch, this match involves you. Last week we had a war, a match that was backstage in a boiler room. I will probably never forget that match mainly because of the ending. You thinking you had set me on fire in the casket when I INFACT escaped from the casket without you seeing, jackass. But of course, I saw you getting arrested for a night which might have been the sweetest thing of all. Why? Well because you actually beat me, thats why. Since I've been here you've caused me that match, the Hardcore Title, and really you have just been a pain to me ever since I arrived here. Now I sat down to think, to wonder why....wait a second, hold that thought for just a second." [Insomnia is now kind of standing up driving, leaning to see a building that he is rtying to find. Insomnia turns left on Rothrock Ave. and turns into the Gold's Gym parking lot. Insomnia gets out and the cameraman of course follows. Insomnia walks in and goes right into the gym area. Insomnia just walks around for the first part of his time there and talks to the camera.] Insomnia:"Now back AGAIN onto Renegade, the man has annoyed me since I've been here. Never before in my wrestling career have I seen such a crybaby that people cheer for! Maybe the fans are blind, I'm sure that they will cheer for him because, hell, we are in Illinois but still, the man is a fake. Renegade shouldn't be aloud to wrestle here in the HWF, he broken into my hotel room, he cheated to beat me, then the thing that really pissed me off was that when I got MY Hardcore Title shot, guess who shows up? RENEGADE! Because since Renegade is such a piss pour wrestler he has to interfere in matches just to get noticed. The guy has been here for the better part of a year and the bitch hasn't done anything! I can't believe how terrible this guy must be. Now if you excuse me, which I don't give a damn if you do or not, I'm gonna go workout so turn that camera off and let get a workout in." [The camera fades away to blackness, then about five seconds later this pops up in the same big, red, bold letters as before.] [Thursday, November 29, 2000. 5:43 PM.] [Then it fades away as the camera fades back into a sweaty Insomnia who has just been working out for several hours. Insomnia grabs a towel on his way out of Gold's Gym and takes off. Insomnia gets into his car as the cameraman goes back into the passengers seat. Insomnia pulls out and starts to talk again.] Insomnia:"Man that felt good, I haven't got a good workout in for awhile now so that felt good. I'm sure you didn't care, when did anybody ever care about me or my life. I was always the outcast as a child. They would steal my things at school and tease me, calling me a loser and that I would probably die of living on the streets, they said that I wasn't strong enough, they said I wouldn't make it. Well take a fuckin' look at me now, I'm the in the most fuckin' hardcore federation on the earth and I'm doin' just fine. Nothing is going to bring me down now. I'm completely unstoppable. Some days you just wake up and you feel like Superman, or a superhero of some kind. You just feel like you cna keep going and going and going and never be stopped. Well thats what I feel like every single day. And thats how I am every single day, unstoppable." "Of course there will be the doubters though, saying unstoppable is impossible. Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it can't be done. I will break new limits, I will make new laws, and nobody in this federation has the ability to defeat me, ever. I am so certain about my chances at victory on Saturday I could put my career on the line. Thats not the stip. though, the stip is this Death From Above match. I think it is one of the dumbest ass matches I've ever heard of but whatever wins me the Hardcore Title. I will go threw anything. I know I said when I first got here that titles weren't important to me, and they aren't, the only thing important to me is kicking somebodys ass, thats all. Cut and dry, nothing more. But I want this Hardcore Title, and it's not to have the title, it's not to have the glory of being the most hardcore son of a bitch on earth, it is ONLY BECAUSE I DON'T WANT PHOENIX OR RENEGADE TO HAVE THAT TITLE! Those two men are two I will never like, never, and I am not looking for fame and glory here, I'm just looking to take the fame and glory away from you Phoenix, from you Renegade. This is my Suicide, I am so determined to win....you don't understand. I bring a new meaning to determination and it will be used this Suicide when I win the Hardcore Title." [Insomnia pulls into his parking space at his hotel. Insomnia gets out of his car and walks up to his room. Insomnia gets in and changes clothes. Now he is wearing new torn up jeans and a Our Lady Peace t-shirt. Insomnia picks up a menu and looks at it for a minute, jotting down some things. Insomnia the phone and dials zero. The lady at the desk of the information counter of the hotel picks up.] Information Desk:"Hello, information desk, may I help you?" Insomnia:"Yeah, I want some room service. I'd like a Club Sandwich and Fries with a Liter of Mountain Dew." Information Desk:"And your room number?" Insomnia:"202." Information Desk:"All right, it should be about a half an hour, thank you." [Insomnia hangs up the phone and walks into the bathroom. You can hear the water starting to run. Then the camera fades away to a black screen where the big, bold, red letters come back up again.] [Thursday, November 30, 2000. 7:01 PM.] [You hear a knock on the door. Insomnia comes to the door cleaned up and takes his food and his drink. Insomnia tips the guy at the door and slams it in his face, taking his food. Insomnia brings his food into the living room of his room and turns on the TV to a rerun of Home Improvement and starts to eat his food.] Insomnia:"Oh great, I love this show! I never got to watch it though, expect maybe a few times from outside a storefront window. I mean the meaning is completely fake but I like it. There is a man next door, Wilson I think his name is, that is like the savoir of the show. He is the knowledgable one at least. Tim would always go to him for advice, always Wilson would tell him what he needed to do in a sense. Wilson might be one of the smartest men alive, of course he is fake, just like everything else that is great in this world. Once it seems to good to be true, it is. And it all shatters away to nothing and you can't do a think about it, but thats how this fucking life goes I guess, never can catch a break. This HWF is the only thing I've got going for me, without it I'm not sure what I'd do without it. I'd probably, no, I KNOW I still would be on the streets, eating what I could out of garbage cans and dumpsters, not having a cold one for months, not having anybody to talk to for weeks, months, if you were lucky maybe even a year, thats not the case here though. You've gotta talk almost every damn day here, it has it's advantages I guess, you'll never get lonely." [Insomnia opens up his liter of Mountain Dew and pours it into a Tupperware cup. Insomnia takes a few sips and a few bites of his club sandwich and watchs Home Improvement until it goes to commmerical.] Insomnia:"But the HWF is all that I have, nothing else. I have no outside life, I have no personal life, no family, no friends, which is to my advantage really. It means I can just NOT GIVE A DAMN about my body and risk it each and every Saturday night, once a month every Sunday, and I will come out victorious, much which I should have last week against Renegade. I was screwed out of the victory as I have been talking about today but really, I've been screwed out of so many things in my lifetime I shouldn't be taht upset or unhappy or surprised, it's not a new feeling for me. It's already happened many times while I've been here in the HWF, and it always goes back to Renegade. My Hardcore Title match, the match I lost last week, and Renegade just being the ass that he is has effected me greatly. Last week WAS a fluke, I promise you that. It was my match, the Sleep Forever Match. It seems that even though Renegade talked about how much he slept during my promos, when it ended up that I was the last person to sleep. Funny I think but then nobody understands me so I'm sure you don't get it." "But Renegade you did win the match, you didn't take me to my limit, I just had a mistake here and there and I lost the match because of it when I really shouldn't have lost it. But you have of course bragged about your greatness and telling us all how much greater you are than us, us meaning us younger superstars. You belong in that Outlawed Generation kliq of losers, you have been here for the better part of the year and you still haven't proven yourself. I've reached the same level that you have in a month which took you a year to conquer. All I have now is to capture the Hardcore Title and I have done EVERYTHING that you have done in your one year career, and I will do that Saturday at Suicide in the Death From Above match, which you are involved in, which I think is a little funny. Two new guys and then an old guy who still says he is the best damn guy here, but you have accomplished jackshit. So I'm sure this is a very emotional and strong match for you, but I don't care, no remorse for you. As my 3rd grade teacher said when somebody was crying and nobody cared 'Whaaaaaa, somebody call the Whammmbulance!!!'. So Renegade, I think the Whammmbulance needs to come and pick you up and put you into intenive care because you have a serious case of crying." "But in closing on you Renegade, you might have picked the win up last week, but how many times can you get lucky? Well when it comes to getting lucky against me it can only happen once, and once only. You had your one lucky break, this Suicide is my break, expect it won't be lucky for me, it will just be another day. Now I wanna watch some TV right now, then I'm gonna get some sleep so let's turn that camera off for the night, we still gotta talk about the Hardcore Champion Phoenix tomorrow." [Insomnia picks up the remote and starts flipping around the channels. The camera fades away and stays quiet and still for a few moments. Then the same red, bold, big letters appear on the screen.] [Friday, December 1, 2000. 11:24 AM.] [Insomnia is in his bed. The TV is on CBS, so we are assuming that he once again watched David Letterman last night. Insomnia's alarm clock rings and Insomnia looks all drugged up looking back at his alarm clock, checking the time. Insomnia looks over at the camera which is is shining on him in the darkness. Insomnia shows a little, fake smile and flicks the camera off.] Insomnia:"How 'bout them apples? I always wanted to say that on camera." [Insomnia laughs a bit and walks into the bathroom. Insomnia brushs his teeth and then comes out. Insomnia is still wearing a pair of old, torn up jeans and his Our Lady Peace t-shirt, with his unbrushed, curly hair. Insomnia puts a black baseball cap on his head backwards and his black leather jacket and heads out the door.] [Insomnia is now in the parking lot of the hotel, but goes right past his car and goes out of the parking lot and into the streets of Rockford, Illinois. Insomnia puts his hands in his pockets and shrivers a little bit for it is a cold and blusterly day in Rockford. Insomnia passes many people, Insomnia examines them carefully, looking at them. It doesn't seem Insomnia cares if they see him, but Insomnia is studing them. First he sees a few kids running around together, playing. Then we see a wife and a husband walking hand and hang together, talking to each other, the husband pointing out Insomnia staring. Insomnia looks around to see where he is and he sees a church. Insomnia sits on the steps of the church, still with his hands in his pockets looking at the passing people.] Insomnia:"All the joys that these people have, all of the reasons they have to live, whats my reason? I ask myself this several times a week, after a loss on Suicide, while I'm taking a shower, when I'm watching TV, while I'm eating my food, the thought occurs to me that maybe it could have been different. Maybe Insomnia could be a completely different person that he is today. If my father didn't abuse me If my father didn't kill my mother. If my father didn't die. If I didn't drop out of school when I was eleven years old. All of these questions I come across everyday and so you know my anwsers to these questions? I don't give a damn, thats my response to all of these questions and more. If I dwell on what I can't fix I'm just wasting my time, but what if I dwell on something that I can fix? Like fixing when I lost to Phoenix a few weeks ago when I had a Hardcore Title shot before. I can fix that tomorrow in a few ways. Firstly I could stick Phoenix back in that hosptial bed where he has been the past two weeks. Or maybe I could insult him, taking away his pride and everything that he has to live for, his Hardcore Title, his Anti-Hero friends, his everything. Or maybe I could stick Phoenix in the hospital and give him the biggest insult of them all, beating him dead center in the middle of the ring in HIS match tomorrow on Suicide in the Death From Above match and take away the Hardcore Title." "It's only far really, I deserve the title. And I know that I have been saying this for the longest time now but I do deserve that title and every luxury that goes along with it. Fame, fortune, but I've all ready gone on about his before so I don't think I need to get too in-depth about it so I'm only going to touch upon it. My whole life, insult after injury after sufferring after whatever the hell else that you can think of that is terrible and hard to live threw in this life, I bet you that I have gone threw it and lived. Why have I lived threw it? Because I'm stronger. No I'm not going to break out into a god damn Boobie Spears song either. But I am stronger than all of you in this federation, mentally and physically. I can stand up with the best here, I can stand up with the Blackjacks and Treys and Sterlings and all of them. I have twenty years of experience and I'm not about to lose that because that is about the only thing I'm proud of in my life, but after tomorrow night is all said and done, I will have two things in my life to cherish. One being my twenty year career, the other is knowing that I beat Phoenix for his prized Hardcore Title. And I will take the Hardcore Title once I win it, don't get me wrong, but it means nothing to me. This match is just to take the title away from the undeserving champion in Phoenix. And once I get that title I'll probably eat my breakfast off of it, but hey, you should be proud that I'm going to use it as my breakfast plate. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day." "But Phoenix, don't get the incorrect idea here. I REALLY don't want you title, deep down I JUST DON'T GIVE A DAMN about that title and I never will, I don't understand why people work their entire lives for this, this little peice of fake gold that hangs around your waist. Why do you love it so much Phoenix? Is it the pride in it? The history? The honor? The money? Whatever it is, you are going to lose that. It will all be gone never to be thought of again. Death From Above, the funniest ass match in the history of the HWF, but I don't care because it's the match that I am going to take the Hardcore Title away from Phoenix in. most of you probably think that I'm sick, twisted, mental, whatever the case may be. But let me tell you something....you are absolutely, 100% right. Everything you think about me and more is true. I don't give a damn about any of you guys that are going to be in the crowd from Rockford, Illinois. I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing this for me and for the rest of the federation. We all want to see Phoenix go down, and I'm just the man to do it." [Insomnia gets back up and starts walking again. Insomnia turns his hat around and puts it down over his face so that nobody can see him, Insomnia probably can't even see where he is going. Insomnia probably walks around for hours, we don't know, the camerman man might have turned the camera off at one point because it was going on so long. But finally, Insomnia keeps going until he gets to a Hard Rock Cafe restaurant. Insomnia lifts his hat up a little bit and looks in and just kinda smirks. Insomnia opens up the door.] [When Insomnia walks in the place is booming. There is music blasting over the entire restaurant, people are up and about running around, laughing, having a good time. Insomnia walks up to the counter to see a 'Please Seat Yourself' sign. Insomnia shruggs his shoulders and walks around for a minute, just looking around. He looks at all of the collectables that they have, after Insomnia sees the famous picture of the statued man with the world on his shoulders he thinks out loud.] Insomnia:"I know how this man feels, once I heard a story about a mountain climber. Now this wasn't your normal mountain climber, he had much more pride than most anybody every knew. The mountain climber, desperate to conquer the Aconcagua, initiated his climb after years of preparation. The mountain climber had everything that he thought he would need for his journey but because he had so much pride he went up alone, no help, no allies. This man was crazy, nobody had every attempted to climb any mountain of this kind by him or herself. But indeed he did go it alone. But see, the man thought that he would have to challenge himself even MORE than going in it by himself, but he had no camping equipment either. But soon it got dark. Night fell with heaviness at a very high altitude. Visibility was zero. Everything was black. There was no moon, and the stars were covered by clouds. As he was climbing a ridge at about 100 meters from the top, he slipped and fell. Falling rapidly he could only see blotches of darkness that passed. He felt a terrible sensation of being sucked in by gravity. He kept falling....and in those anguishing moments good and bad memories passed through his mind. He thought certainly he would die. But then he felt a jolt that almost tore him in half. Yes!! Like any good mountain climber he had staked himself with a long rope tied to his waist. In those moments of stillness, suspended in the air he had no other choice but to shout, "HELP ME GOD", "HELP ME!" All of a sudden he heard a deep voice from heaven..."What do you want me to do?" "SAVE ME!" "Do you REALLY think that I can save you?" "OF COURSE, MY GOD." "Then cut the rope that is holding you up." There was another moment of silence and stillness. The man just held tighter to the rope." "The next day the man was found dead at the bottom of the mountain, a schizophrenic is what everybody says he was and he just heard some damn voices in his head. My point? Phoenix, you are the mountain climber, brave, you have a big heart, but you are very dumb. You might not be going into this battle alone, you might have the Anti-Heroes help, but in this match I know that you are going to hear voices in your head, voices that tell you to do something stupid like the voices in the mountain climbers head told he just to cut the rope, thats exactly what you are doing by entering the ring with me, cutting that rope....." [Friday, December 1, 2000. 8:00 PM.]