Post by Freakke on Apr 17, 2011 7:56:49 GMT -6
The lunatic is in my head.
The lunatic is in my head.
You raise the blade.
You make the change.
You rearrange me 'till I'm sane.
You lock the door, and throw away the key.
There's someone in my head, but it's not me.
--- --- ---
Freakke walked through the halls of the arena admiring the structure, being awestruck by the glamor of the architecture, wondering of the....
”Where the hell is the locker room?”
OK, so he's lost. A moment more passed before he was joined by the equally lost Bad Luck Chuck.
“Oh, hey Freakke.”
”'Sup Chuck?”
“Why does everyone say that?”
”Cause your name is Chuck?”
“Yeah but it makes me want to hurl.”
Freakke shrugged it off and kept walking.
“Sorry to hear about your house, and your dog, and...”
”Yeah, that all sucked.”
Freakke's tone was as serious as it got for those few seconds. Three months and still he was wondering how it could have happened.
“Sorry.”
”Don't be. Wasn't you that set the fire and once that was done, that was it.”
A long pause was left to hang in the air as the two men continued forward.
“So how about a more cheerful subject. You got a match tonight. On the actual show too. I got put on the web show's web show.”
Freakke looked to Chuck a moment with a quizzical look on his face.
”The Web Show has a Web Show?”
Chuck brightened up and immediately dropped off again.
“No...not really...”
”Don't sweat it. Somewhere out there in the wrestling world is your calling Chuck. It may be a small role, but at least your not that guy.”
Freakke pointed to Jimmy Turner who stood there picking his nose as if no one could see him, despite being under a security camera.
“Wow...that's some real perspective for ya isn't it...”
Freakke nodded in agreement.
“Well, what about you? You've been really out of it lately. I mean, this match isn't going to be just like beating up on me or any of the other guys at the bottom. I mean it's Venom-”
”Venom is a chump of a champ. Him and all the Young Guns are complete assholes who haven't really matured passed High School.”
“Isn't he on your side of the ring?”
Freakke paused.
”Oh...in that case Venom is a fine upstanding gentleman with class, grace, and enough skill to back his championship for some time. He's an amazing athlete with whom no one shall stand against us so long as we're in the same side of the ring.”
“Wow...what a turn around....”
”He's still a Raving Douche though.”
Chuck blinked a moment and proceeded to catch up.
“OK, I suppose that makes sense.”
”In all honesty, this would be a great match up if I weren't so out of whack.”
Chuck kind of nodded.
”Jacobsen and Cross are pretty good in the ring. Despite all the bickering and downplaying you see in promos, I've never seen anybody walk in thinking it will be a cake walk when we all know that it's going to be hard fought. Those two aren't you I'm sorry to say. They know what they're doing in the ring. Venom might put up his game face about not being concerned and what not but I'll bet you he's thinking the same thing I am.”
“Whats that?”
”I'm going to win no matter who is in the ring and no matter how hard I have to fight.”
“But didn't you just say-”
”I did, and that's just it. You can't just think you'll win. That's when mistakes are made. You get cocky. You have to know you'll do everything in your power to win. It means you won't quit no matter what. This is how I think, even when I'm in the ring against you or Hexx or somebody at the bottom of the barrel.”
“Really?”
”Yeah. Hey, look I gotta get going but I'd check the card again. I'm pretty sure there was a note for you or you were on it or something.”
Chuck visibly paled and Freakke saluted him as he finally walked in on the locker room.
“Oh...crap....”
--- --- ---
”Heh heh...hahahahahaha!”
--- --- ---
There's someone in my head, but it's not me.
The lunatic is in my head.
You raise the blade.
You make the change.
You rearrange me 'till I'm sane.
You lock the door, and throw away the key.
There's someone in my head, but it's not me.
--- --- ---
Freakke walked through the halls of the arena admiring the structure, being awestruck by the glamor of the architecture, wondering of the....
”Where the hell is the locker room?”
OK, so he's lost. A moment more passed before he was joined by the equally lost Bad Luck Chuck.
“Oh, hey Freakke.”
”'Sup Chuck?”
“Why does everyone say that?”
”Cause your name is Chuck?”
“Yeah but it makes me want to hurl.”
Freakke shrugged it off and kept walking.
“Sorry to hear about your house, and your dog, and...”
”Yeah, that all sucked.”
Freakke's tone was as serious as it got for those few seconds. Three months and still he was wondering how it could have happened.
“Sorry.”
”Don't be. Wasn't you that set the fire and once that was done, that was it.”
A long pause was left to hang in the air as the two men continued forward.
“So how about a more cheerful subject. You got a match tonight. On the actual show too. I got put on the web show's web show.”
Freakke looked to Chuck a moment with a quizzical look on his face.
”The Web Show has a Web Show?”
Chuck brightened up and immediately dropped off again.
“No...not really...”
”Don't sweat it. Somewhere out there in the wrestling world is your calling Chuck. It may be a small role, but at least your not that guy.”
Freakke pointed to Jimmy Turner who stood there picking his nose as if no one could see him, despite being under a security camera.
“Wow...that's some real perspective for ya isn't it...”
Freakke nodded in agreement.
“Well, what about you? You've been really out of it lately. I mean, this match isn't going to be just like beating up on me or any of the other guys at the bottom. I mean it's Venom-”
”Venom is a chump of a champ. Him and all the Young Guns are complete assholes who haven't really matured passed High School.”
“Isn't he on your side of the ring?”
Freakke paused.
”Oh...in that case Venom is a fine upstanding gentleman with class, grace, and enough skill to back his championship for some time. He's an amazing athlete with whom no one shall stand against us so long as we're in the same side of the ring.”
“Wow...what a turn around....”
”He's still a Raving Douche though.”
Chuck blinked a moment and proceeded to catch up.
“OK, I suppose that makes sense.”
”In all honesty, this would be a great match up if I weren't so out of whack.”
Chuck kind of nodded.
”Jacobsen and Cross are pretty good in the ring. Despite all the bickering and downplaying you see in promos, I've never seen anybody walk in thinking it will be a cake walk when we all know that it's going to be hard fought. Those two aren't you I'm sorry to say. They know what they're doing in the ring. Venom might put up his game face about not being concerned and what not but I'll bet you he's thinking the same thing I am.”
“Whats that?”
”I'm going to win no matter who is in the ring and no matter how hard I have to fight.”
“But didn't you just say-”
”I did, and that's just it. You can't just think you'll win. That's when mistakes are made. You get cocky. You have to know you'll do everything in your power to win. It means you won't quit no matter what. This is how I think, even when I'm in the ring against you or Hexx or somebody at the bottom of the barrel.”
“Really?”
”Yeah. Hey, look I gotta get going but I'd check the card again. I'm pretty sure there was a note for you or you were on it or something.”
Chuck visibly paled and Freakke saluted him as he finally walked in on the locker room.
“Oh...crap....”
--- --- ---
”Heh heh...hahahahahaha!”
--- --- ---
There's someone in my head, but it's not me.