Post by Xander Famularo on Mar 12, 2011 20:13:39 GMT -6
You didn’t understand it did you Steve. I know that a couple years ago, you thought that you had laid Harold to rest for good, but like we, who have worn the mask over the times have said over and over again, you can’t kill something that is part of every person. I will admit, this idea of Harold has manifested itself within me, at first I used this gimmick as my way into a federation that once threw me aside, a place that wouldn’t accept my phone calls or allow me another chance and now look at what I have done, a mild mannered normal person puts the mask on and things start to happen.
I understand Steve, you are tough, you are a bad person and you will never be rehabilitated, but that isn’t what I was trying here, that is what you assumed based on your prior interactions with this very mask, this very mask which has strands of your dried main still hanging from it, still with spots of your blood marking it. You made an assumption that this battle was between you and I, but now you know the truth.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned eh Steve?
After one of your more particularly rude interchanges with Mandi I received a phone call from her, she wanted me to toss you around, throw you into a couple ring posts, ring your bell a few times and all the while she would she would be there for you. Caring for you, mending you back together and she thought that would change the way you acted, the abusive names you called her and the way you didn’t care the way you should.
This is her quarrel Steve; I am just her weapon of choice. You just didn’t get it, and then things were escalated, she tried to call me off, she really did Steve but at that point I couldn’t leave a job unfinished, I mean, she paid me well and I wouldn’t feel right not completing a job that I had started, it just isn’t what I do. I don’t do things half assed, so I had to take it to the next level.
Are you sleeping well this week Steve? I know you haven’t heard from Mandi this week and that must be tough but I promise I will let her call you, she is fine, she is great and as a matter of fact I am enjoying having her around. Life has been nice; it had been good having someone to clean up, someone to cook, and someone to snuggle at night. Things that I appreciate that you look past.
Don’t blame her Steve, she just wanted what all people wanted, she just wanted to be appreciated she just wanted to know that you cared for her. Since you were too dense to see that, since you just didn’t get it you forced my hand, you and Mandi brought this upon yourself, I am simply a vessel, I am simply a tool to make you believe…
Prove you care for her this weekend Steve, prove that you care for her by defeating me. Prove that you care for her by taking her from me. If you are unable to do it, I might just have to propose because this girl is a spark plug, and I might just have to get on a knee and propose to her.
Mrs. Homeless Harold, now that certainly has a nice ring to it.
{Scene opens to a small ranch style home, we enter the front door and from the back we see a woman wearing a fifties style dress, we see her arms moving as if she is mixing batter in a bowl. When the camera approaches, she turns her head and we see Mandi. Her eyes sit atop puffy dark mounds that seem to be forming under her eyes, circles noting a lack of sleep. Her mascara runs down her face in thin streams, her hair is pulled back in a tight bun, she looks like the stereotypical fifties housewife who just found out her husband has been cheating on her with his secretary. We hear a door open and we hear the emotion filled voice of one Mr. Homeless Harold yelling out}
Harold: Honey, I’m HOOOOOOOOME!
{He walks into the room wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase. His mask stands in stark contrast to the tidy outfit she takes his jacket off and throws his briefcase on the floor next to a coat rack by the door. He walks over puts his arm around Mandi she shrinks under his arm as he plunges a finger deep into the bowl which is filled with a chocolate substance, he puts it into his mouth tasting it.}
Harold: This is delicious, wow, you certainly are a great baker!
{Mandi responds sheepishly, almost in a whisper}
Mandi: Uhh… thanks.
{Harold cocks his head looking at her, he speaks and the comic emotion of his voice is gone and we hear nothing more then the normal monotonous raspy tone of Harold}
Harold: This isn’t a box mix is it?
{Mandi jumps a little in her spot, then relaxes slighty}
Mandi: No, I used the cocoa and flour like the cocoa tin says.
{He puts his arm around her, and she shudders slightly}
Harold: I don’t understand how anyone couldn’t appreciate you, your domestic talents are superior!
{He goes over to the couch sits down and throws his feet up on the coffee table. Mandi almost instantly appears next to him with a glass, full of a brownish substance with a few ice cubes. He sips from it nodding. She hands him the remote and sits next to him as he flips on the television. She looks upset in a way, but in a way she looks almost content, yet uncomfortable. You know she is a prisoner here, you know that she can’t leave but she almost seems to enjoy the feeling of being needed and respected. She bears no marks of abuse and beyond the running mascara she doesn’t seem overtly upset. She seems, to be amid a transition and she slumps in the couch next to Harold. You wonder to yourself as the scene fades}
Rob and Zelda sitting in a tree, well, you know the rest. I have no ill will towards either of you; you two represent nothing more then an enemy of my ally. Rob, you proved yourself to be the better man last month when you defeated me, but I wonder why you wrap yourself around a useless moron like Steve. I know, you will make this joke and that, referring to my mouth and your genitals, you will mention how I am not scary, a cheap knock off and all the other things that you have said to me before. Realize, I have come to terms with the fact that I couldn’t best you in singles competition, I don’t relish the thought but it is one that I can live with. And I won’t lie, I envy you. I wish I was more in touch with myself.
I wish that I had a love like you.
But I don’t, I am unsure if I ever will but realize Zelda, throughout this whole thing I haven’t targeted you. This has never, nor will it ever be about you and I hope you understand that. After Falcon did what he did, remember I was the first to strike against him and punish him; I crumbled him, beneath the strength of my right hand, the same right hand that didn’t stop your boyfriend. Of course, they say an enemy of your friend is your enemy and that is the case here. That is where I stand, you stand against Desiree and Maniac, two people who have helped me to find the monster within, and because of that I stand with them.
People like you Zelda, you and Rob you point and laugh at me. People like you always look down on those of us because of our insecurities and that is just the way it is. I am not crying, although I am sure you will say I am. I am not pouting, although I am sure you will say I am. I am just speaking, the same way others do, the same way others are applauded for. See, I don’t understand why I am booed, I don’t understand the hatred.
Perhaps it is the memory of the mask, perhaps it is the brutality that I use to pass along my message but you Rob, you are more of a bad guy then me, Steve is a bigger asshole then Dom DeLuise. But I guarantee that it is Maniac, Desiree and I who will be booed this weekend, I have come to terms with many things but the amazing hypocritical nature of our society is one thing that I can’t understand.
I do what they want to do, and they boo me for it.
Rob, I am not playing games with you. I am reserving those for Steve. You proved to me many things last month and although I am not scared of you, I have little to no disdain for you. Sure, I have beaten the snot out of you a few times this month but see the aforementioned comment about the enemy of my friend.
We separate the men from the boys this week, and I tend to separate Steve from the use of his brain. I wish nothing more for you Steve then to see you drinking from a straw drooling in a wheelchair. You have a good thing going with Mandi, but you are so caught up in your own bull**** that you don’t see it at all.
And for that you will pay.
{Scene opens to Gib, he stands over his kitchen island, watching the wrestling match from the past weekend on his television. He has a beer in his hand and what appears to be a giant pile of bacon on a plate in front of him. His face is a mask of damage, bruises and swelling cover is completely. He rolls his left arm around, in obvious discomfort}
Gib: What the ****...
{Suddenly he clutches his left shoulder, his face grimaces over and he stumbles to his knees, he clutches that arm for all he is worth as he makes his way over to the telephone, he staggers, barely able to hold his weight up. You see his hand clutching the receiver, the receiver falls from his grip before he can put it against his ear, his other hand plugs the buttons, smushing the 9-1-1 numbers before he collapses on the ground in a heap, his head smashing the counter top as we fade to black}
fin?
I understand Steve, you are tough, you are a bad person and you will never be rehabilitated, but that isn’t what I was trying here, that is what you assumed based on your prior interactions with this very mask, this very mask which has strands of your dried main still hanging from it, still with spots of your blood marking it. You made an assumption that this battle was between you and I, but now you know the truth.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned eh Steve?
After one of your more particularly rude interchanges with Mandi I received a phone call from her, she wanted me to toss you around, throw you into a couple ring posts, ring your bell a few times and all the while she would she would be there for you. Caring for you, mending you back together and she thought that would change the way you acted, the abusive names you called her and the way you didn’t care the way you should.
This is her quarrel Steve; I am just her weapon of choice. You just didn’t get it, and then things were escalated, she tried to call me off, she really did Steve but at that point I couldn’t leave a job unfinished, I mean, she paid me well and I wouldn’t feel right not completing a job that I had started, it just isn’t what I do. I don’t do things half assed, so I had to take it to the next level.
Are you sleeping well this week Steve? I know you haven’t heard from Mandi this week and that must be tough but I promise I will let her call you, she is fine, she is great and as a matter of fact I am enjoying having her around. Life has been nice; it had been good having someone to clean up, someone to cook, and someone to snuggle at night. Things that I appreciate that you look past.
Don’t blame her Steve, she just wanted what all people wanted, she just wanted to be appreciated she just wanted to know that you cared for her. Since you were too dense to see that, since you just didn’t get it you forced my hand, you and Mandi brought this upon yourself, I am simply a vessel, I am simply a tool to make you believe…
Prove you care for her this weekend Steve, prove that you care for her by defeating me. Prove that you care for her by taking her from me. If you are unable to do it, I might just have to propose because this girl is a spark plug, and I might just have to get on a knee and propose to her.
Mrs. Homeless Harold, now that certainly has a nice ring to it.
{Scene opens to a small ranch style home, we enter the front door and from the back we see a woman wearing a fifties style dress, we see her arms moving as if she is mixing batter in a bowl. When the camera approaches, she turns her head and we see Mandi. Her eyes sit atop puffy dark mounds that seem to be forming under her eyes, circles noting a lack of sleep. Her mascara runs down her face in thin streams, her hair is pulled back in a tight bun, she looks like the stereotypical fifties housewife who just found out her husband has been cheating on her with his secretary. We hear a door open and we hear the emotion filled voice of one Mr. Homeless Harold yelling out}
Harold: Honey, I’m HOOOOOOOOME!
{He walks into the room wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase. His mask stands in stark contrast to the tidy outfit she takes his jacket off and throws his briefcase on the floor next to a coat rack by the door. He walks over puts his arm around Mandi she shrinks under his arm as he plunges a finger deep into the bowl which is filled with a chocolate substance, he puts it into his mouth tasting it.}
Harold: This is delicious, wow, you certainly are a great baker!
{Mandi responds sheepishly, almost in a whisper}
Mandi: Uhh… thanks.
{Harold cocks his head looking at her, he speaks and the comic emotion of his voice is gone and we hear nothing more then the normal monotonous raspy tone of Harold}
Harold: This isn’t a box mix is it?
{Mandi jumps a little in her spot, then relaxes slighty}
Mandi: No, I used the cocoa and flour like the cocoa tin says.
{He puts his arm around her, and she shudders slightly}
Harold: I don’t understand how anyone couldn’t appreciate you, your domestic talents are superior!
{He goes over to the couch sits down and throws his feet up on the coffee table. Mandi almost instantly appears next to him with a glass, full of a brownish substance with a few ice cubes. He sips from it nodding. She hands him the remote and sits next to him as he flips on the television. She looks upset in a way, but in a way she looks almost content, yet uncomfortable. You know she is a prisoner here, you know that she can’t leave but she almost seems to enjoy the feeling of being needed and respected. She bears no marks of abuse and beyond the running mascara she doesn’t seem overtly upset. She seems, to be amid a transition and she slumps in the couch next to Harold. You wonder to yourself as the scene fades}
Rob and Zelda sitting in a tree, well, you know the rest. I have no ill will towards either of you; you two represent nothing more then an enemy of my ally. Rob, you proved yourself to be the better man last month when you defeated me, but I wonder why you wrap yourself around a useless moron like Steve. I know, you will make this joke and that, referring to my mouth and your genitals, you will mention how I am not scary, a cheap knock off and all the other things that you have said to me before. Realize, I have come to terms with the fact that I couldn’t best you in singles competition, I don’t relish the thought but it is one that I can live with. And I won’t lie, I envy you. I wish I was more in touch with myself.
I wish that I had a love like you.
But I don’t, I am unsure if I ever will but realize Zelda, throughout this whole thing I haven’t targeted you. This has never, nor will it ever be about you and I hope you understand that. After Falcon did what he did, remember I was the first to strike against him and punish him; I crumbled him, beneath the strength of my right hand, the same right hand that didn’t stop your boyfriend. Of course, they say an enemy of your friend is your enemy and that is the case here. That is where I stand, you stand against Desiree and Maniac, two people who have helped me to find the monster within, and because of that I stand with them.
People like you Zelda, you and Rob you point and laugh at me. People like you always look down on those of us because of our insecurities and that is just the way it is. I am not crying, although I am sure you will say I am. I am not pouting, although I am sure you will say I am. I am just speaking, the same way others do, the same way others are applauded for. See, I don’t understand why I am booed, I don’t understand the hatred.
Perhaps it is the memory of the mask, perhaps it is the brutality that I use to pass along my message but you Rob, you are more of a bad guy then me, Steve is a bigger asshole then Dom DeLuise. But I guarantee that it is Maniac, Desiree and I who will be booed this weekend, I have come to terms with many things but the amazing hypocritical nature of our society is one thing that I can’t understand.
I do what they want to do, and they boo me for it.
Rob, I am not playing games with you. I am reserving those for Steve. You proved to me many things last month and although I am not scared of you, I have little to no disdain for you. Sure, I have beaten the snot out of you a few times this month but see the aforementioned comment about the enemy of my friend.
We separate the men from the boys this week, and I tend to separate Steve from the use of his brain. I wish nothing more for you Steve then to see you drinking from a straw drooling in a wheelchair. You have a good thing going with Mandi, but you are so caught up in your own bull**** that you don’t see it at all.
And for that you will pay.
{Scene opens to Gib, he stands over his kitchen island, watching the wrestling match from the past weekend on his television. He has a beer in his hand and what appears to be a giant pile of bacon on a plate in front of him. His face is a mask of damage, bruises and swelling cover is completely. He rolls his left arm around, in obvious discomfort}
Gib: What the ****...
{Suddenly he clutches his left shoulder, his face grimaces over and he stumbles to his knees, he clutches that arm for all he is worth as he makes his way over to the telephone, he staggers, barely able to hold his weight up. You see his hand clutching the receiver, the receiver falls from his grip before he can put it against his ear, his other hand plugs the buttons, smushing the 9-1-1 numbers before he collapses on the ground in a heap, his head smashing the counter top as we fade to black}
fin?