Post by Xander Famularo on Oct 19, 2010 11:12:19 GMT -6
{Sometimes things are just evil}
{Regardless of what is done, regardless of what steps are taken to try and avoid the inevitable, there is no avoiding that evil does exist, and sometimes something is just a little more evil, sometimes things are just a touch more sadistic…}
{Sometimes evil is just evil… In its purest and most unadulterated form it exists and whether or not you try to avoid it…}
{Eventually, it will catch up to you}
{Scene opens to a Christmas scene, the faces are blacked out in this vision, there is a single child sitting with his mother in front of a christmas tree, the forms are obvious but the faces aren’t. The boys head is low, his face obscured by shadow, tears fall onto his lap}
Boy: He said he would be here…
Mother: I know, I know honey. I am sad too, but daddy really would be here if it wasn’t for something really important, he wouldn’t just blow off Christmas Eve, and he promised he would be here tomorrow.
Boy: but I made him this, I made it for him and I wanted to give it to him tonight, I want him to know that I love him so much…
Mother: He knows… And you can give it to him tomorrow
Boy: No!
{The boy stands, running to the fire passing piles and piles of expensive presents, he tosses a package into the fire and it ignites, he runs to his rooms and the mother sighs speaking to herself as the scene fades}
Mother: Would it be so much to just once keep your word…
{Scene reopens to a park at night, a giant silhouette walks slowly forward along the path as a group of three teenagers jump out of the bushes, they are wearing what appear to be pantyhose on their heads and one of them brandishes a knife.}
Teenager: Give me whatever is in your pockets…
{The giant form pulls his hands out of his pockets exposing just two giant hands covered with fingerless gloves. One of the punks throws a right hand at his face, and the head turns slightly, then looks back, when the giant raises his head all three boys step back, there faces turn instantly white and their words turn from threats to apologies as they turn and run off. The camera moves to the front where we see the face, the ghoulish face of Homeless Harold. The same leathery blood soaked mask, the same dried out stringy hair once harvested from the head of Steve Awesome}
{As the scene fades you know for sure that the nightmare has returned}
{Scene opens again, this time we find ourselves in the familiar basement, a tool bench sits in the background with various hammers and screwdrivers strewn upon it. A metallic mask sits on the middle of the bench, staring at you. Coming into the screen is the vision of terror that was once the most dominate performer in nCw, the man that left more men debilitated then any other superstar in the history of nCw, Homeless Harold}
I know what you are thinking… You want me to get over my sad childhood, you want me to forget the past and be bright and cheery. You want to tell me that people have gone through worse things; people were abused, beaten, ignored. You want to tell me that I am lucky that I had one parent that cared about me, that I should be happy not angry… You have a story to tell me about how your uncle was molested, or your best friend was an orphan, or your cousin was abused by their parent. And you want to remind me that those people were able to live successful lives, lives that didn’t include hurting, maiming, tearing peoples lives apart.
Those are the things I hear… And to those people I raise a glass and say congratulations. You got over things, you are a valuable member of society, you have 2 and one third kids and a six figure salary, you drive your environmentally safe car and have your spraypainted lawn that you mow every Saturday….
WELL THAT ISN’T ME
{This suddent and violent outburst startles you, and you sit back in your chair}
I am not one person, I am not one event. I am a manifestation of all the bad feelings, all the evil in the world. I harvest the weak and make them better, I fix them. I find a weak person, and I use their body to spread my knowledge, to spread my word and as you can tell. I found quite a physical specimen this time, I didn’t find a weakling who had been beaten down from years and years of abuse. I found someone in their prime, I found someone who was hurting and needed worth, someone who needed a path to follow and I found one. And now, oh now at this moment I am going to fix things. I am going to change things… I am going to make people better, and since people tend to not listen well, I will have to do things my way…
I don’t think I need to explain do I? If you need some indicator as to how I am going to fix things ask Steve Awesome, ask Bates, ask MGK, ask any of the number of people that I have left in my wake…
Or, better yet just wait one week and see what I do to Mike Machado, see what will happen to him and then, beyond any thought or reason go and ask him what happens when I do things my way. See what happens when I try to fix someone.
See, Machado represents a man who has a wealth of talent, he has a great chance to be something but he refuses to see it, he refuses to see what great things he can accomplish because in his very essence, he has an overtly addictive personality. You are such a sad man, you are so weak that your addiction is to some sultry product wrapped in a dough and microwaved. Your form of addiction disgusts me, it makes me understand just how weak you are and how much you need help. You need someone to fix this so your life can be better, so that you can live life to its fullest without the dependencies of something to trivial.
Machado, your lack of any sort of drive or determination is a waste of the natural talent that you have… The natural talent and charisma a man like myself, a man that must hide under a mask would die for. The talent that I will make you realize.
This weekend, when you face me, I promise you that I will cure you of your addictive personality.
Via an extended hospital stay.
{Scene fades}
{Regardless of what is done, regardless of what steps are taken to try and avoid the inevitable, there is no avoiding that evil does exist, and sometimes something is just a little more evil, sometimes things are just a touch more sadistic…}
{Sometimes evil is just evil… In its purest and most unadulterated form it exists and whether or not you try to avoid it…}
{Eventually, it will catch up to you}
{Scene opens to a Christmas scene, the faces are blacked out in this vision, there is a single child sitting with his mother in front of a christmas tree, the forms are obvious but the faces aren’t. The boys head is low, his face obscured by shadow, tears fall onto his lap}
Boy: He said he would be here…
Mother: I know, I know honey. I am sad too, but daddy really would be here if it wasn’t for something really important, he wouldn’t just blow off Christmas Eve, and he promised he would be here tomorrow.
Boy: but I made him this, I made it for him and I wanted to give it to him tonight, I want him to know that I love him so much…
Mother: He knows… And you can give it to him tomorrow
Boy: No!
{The boy stands, running to the fire passing piles and piles of expensive presents, he tosses a package into the fire and it ignites, he runs to his rooms and the mother sighs speaking to herself as the scene fades}
Mother: Would it be so much to just once keep your word…
{Scene reopens to a park at night, a giant silhouette walks slowly forward along the path as a group of three teenagers jump out of the bushes, they are wearing what appear to be pantyhose on their heads and one of them brandishes a knife.}
Teenager: Give me whatever is in your pockets…
{The giant form pulls his hands out of his pockets exposing just two giant hands covered with fingerless gloves. One of the punks throws a right hand at his face, and the head turns slightly, then looks back, when the giant raises his head all three boys step back, there faces turn instantly white and their words turn from threats to apologies as they turn and run off. The camera moves to the front where we see the face, the ghoulish face of Homeless Harold. The same leathery blood soaked mask, the same dried out stringy hair once harvested from the head of Steve Awesome}
{As the scene fades you know for sure that the nightmare has returned}
{Scene opens again, this time we find ourselves in the familiar basement, a tool bench sits in the background with various hammers and screwdrivers strewn upon it. A metallic mask sits on the middle of the bench, staring at you. Coming into the screen is the vision of terror that was once the most dominate performer in nCw, the man that left more men debilitated then any other superstar in the history of nCw, Homeless Harold}
I know what you are thinking… You want me to get over my sad childhood, you want me to forget the past and be bright and cheery. You want to tell me that people have gone through worse things; people were abused, beaten, ignored. You want to tell me that I am lucky that I had one parent that cared about me, that I should be happy not angry… You have a story to tell me about how your uncle was molested, or your best friend was an orphan, or your cousin was abused by their parent. And you want to remind me that those people were able to live successful lives, lives that didn’t include hurting, maiming, tearing peoples lives apart.
Those are the things I hear… And to those people I raise a glass and say congratulations. You got over things, you are a valuable member of society, you have 2 and one third kids and a six figure salary, you drive your environmentally safe car and have your spraypainted lawn that you mow every Saturday….
WELL THAT ISN’T ME
{This suddent and violent outburst startles you, and you sit back in your chair}
I am not one person, I am not one event. I am a manifestation of all the bad feelings, all the evil in the world. I harvest the weak and make them better, I fix them. I find a weak person, and I use their body to spread my knowledge, to spread my word and as you can tell. I found quite a physical specimen this time, I didn’t find a weakling who had been beaten down from years and years of abuse. I found someone in their prime, I found someone who was hurting and needed worth, someone who needed a path to follow and I found one. And now, oh now at this moment I am going to fix things. I am going to change things… I am going to make people better, and since people tend to not listen well, I will have to do things my way…
I don’t think I need to explain do I? If you need some indicator as to how I am going to fix things ask Steve Awesome, ask Bates, ask MGK, ask any of the number of people that I have left in my wake…
Or, better yet just wait one week and see what I do to Mike Machado, see what will happen to him and then, beyond any thought or reason go and ask him what happens when I do things my way. See what happens when I try to fix someone.
See, Machado represents a man who has a wealth of talent, he has a great chance to be something but he refuses to see it, he refuses to see what great things he can accomplish because in his very essence, he has an overtly addictive personality. You are such a sad man, you are so weak that your addiction is to some sultry product wrapped in a dough and microwaved. Your form of addiction disgusts me, it makes me understand just how weak you are and how much you need help. You need someone to fix this so your life can be better, so that you can live life to its fullest without the dependencies of something to trivial.
Machado, your lack of any sort of drive or determination is a waste of the natural talent that you have… The natural talent and charisma a man like myself, a man that must hide under a mask would die for. The talent that I will make you realize.
This weekend, when you face me, I promise you that I will cure you of your addictive personality.
Via an extended hospital stay.
{Scene fades}