Post by Lex Sense on Jul 20, 2012 18:41:54 GMT -6
{Sense sits against an apple tree, apples scattered around him. His face is covered in a hood while he holds a shiny, fresh apple in his hand. The camera pans back, revealing that in this scenario, Sense sits on a small island big enough for him and the tree and nothing else. The waves crash around him as he stares at the apple in his hand.}
Lex Sense: When I was a child, my family had an apple tree in the backyard. No matter how hard life got, there was always an apple to cheer me up. The tree was like a friend to me. It shared my likes and dislikes. I could talk to it for hours and it would stand there, rooted to the floor, listening to every word I had to say. I drew, wrote, sung under the shadow of that tree until one day I woke up to find that it was not there. At first I believed it to be cut down. I thought my father felt like I was going insane under the shadow of that tree where I spent countless hours talking to myself in complete solitude while I enjoyed the sweet and sour tastes of the fruits it bore. So I questioned my father and he looked at me in a strange way and answered...
{Sense pauses before finishing the statement. Almost as if it hurt him to remember this memory. He looks to the apple in his hand before taking a huge bite out of the apple, revealing its core. He chews the bits in his mouth thoroughly before swallowing. He turns to face the camera but his eyes can not be seen under the hood.}
Lex Sense: He looked at me and stated with a very serious tone, as often my father would, that the apple tree that I spent so much time with was never really there. That it was all inside my head. That I imagined it. That it never existed... But to me it did. My senses told me it did but it did not. That was the straw that broke the camel's back for my father and the reason he sent me to Menston when I was merely a child.
{Sense looks away, obviously a very personal moment in his life. As he finishes the final word, the apples around him begin to rot right before your eyes. The tree itself begins shedding leaves as the apples on its branches also rot. Soon the tree begins cracking and breaking until it's leaves, apples and branches rot off, leaving behind only a stump that Sense now sits against. The green grass around Sense also withers and dies as Lex raises the bitten apple to his mouth, revealing the maggots that have now been born from its core.}
Lex Sense: But the reason why I was locked away in that asylum is not the point I'm trying to make. Don't you see, Brad? You are like the young me. Delusional, wishing to have faith and believe in something that doesn't exist. Praying everyday that you will find a way to make things better for yourself but never really finding the solution, only slipping further away into the madness of your own mind.
{The waves become harsher with each passing second, slowly flooding the small island and its inhabitant along with the stump of a tree that never was. Sense continues to stare at the rotten apple in his hand, the maggots now crawling all over it as the water slowly begins to rise.}
Lex Sense: This dream of yours was never real. This quest for some kind of retribution was never meant to end in your favor. You stepped into a losing war against a madman hoping to find vengeance for an act you brought upon yourself. Now this blood you seek, this payback you dream of has become one with that apple tree.
The Apple Tree and your hopeful imaginings,...
They both never existed.
{The waves engulf the small island and Sense as they are sunk to the bottom of the ocean. When the last bit of life is swallowed by the sea, the scene fades to white only to reopen with Lex rising from his bed sweating and breathing heavily.}
Knock, Knock, Knock
{The knocking of a door awakens Sense from his sleep. A shame really, seeing as Sense finds it hard to sleep. He rises from his slumber and moves to the door, opening it wide as he stands before the camera's view, covering whoever it is from frame.}
Woman: Are you ready?
Lex Sense: Why are you here?
Woman: I was sent here.
Lex Sense: I don't need to be bothered by this right now. What do you want?
Woman: Why don't you put some pants on first before we speak?
Lex Sense: Why don't you get the f*ck out of here. Tell him that everything is in order. It starts at Picture Perfect.
{Sense slams the door shut before the identity of this woman could be revealed. The mystery remains as Sense sits on the edge of his hotel bed, rubbing out the sleep from his eyes and face. He's tired. Tired of not feeling satisfied. Tired of not feeling anything. Tired of dealing with Brad Kane.}
Lex Sense: What can I expect from you, Brad?
You're best?
You're might?
You're vengeance?
In your delusional brain things must be easy for you. In your feeble minded thoughts, you must have it all figured out. Picture Perfect is the day of my damnation. If you have it your way, I will suffer as my pride is stripped from me. Tossed aside a shell of my former self. I hear the words you've been spreading, the wisdom you've been sharing but life is rarely as simple as the explanations you give. Life is hard filled with turmoil, passion and loss. Loss is something we all must deal with.
Loss is something you will bear for the rest of your life like the burden of the bloody cross.
Only you are no Jesus Christ here to save. You're merely a man whimpering and whining in fear of the end. You seek retribution by spilling my blood but blood will only make you thirst for more. I know. I've been in your shoes. Look around, Brad, the world's eyes are upon us. They've seen me embarrass you time and time again and while you refuse to acknowledge this...
You've already been broken for the world's entertainment.
{Sense stares out the window, the moon reflecting its light upon the world from a distance. Sense remembers the countless men that have fallen to his will, each one making him feel even more empty inside as he lost a bit of his humanity to beat them into submission. Something he'll have to do once again to a Kane.}
Lex Sense: It takes a special kind of being to do what we do. We work for a company that pays us to cause each other bodily harm. A company that praises and rewards us for entertaining the masses with spilt blood and each time we do, we lose a little bit of ourselves. You have fooled yourself into thinking that this is just another match. That after this, you'll just go home and everything will be the same but it wont be. You wont be. You'll walk a little different. Breathing will become a little harder. Those aches and pains you live with everyday will worsen ten fold. Me, however, I will remain the same cold blooded son of a bitch that didn't mind one bit impregnating another man's wife.
The same asshole that laughed as the world around you burned into ash.
You're foolish attempt at "deconstructing my myth" is a myth on its own. There is no myth surrounding my existence. Just cold, hard facts and the fact of the matter is that you even coming close to winning this is something that I cannot allow. Your life will soon be filled with such tragic loss that overcoming it will bear it's own scars. This new life you're building over the remnants of your broken one does not hide the tears you have shed. No matter how much you try to run away from your past, it's always there to remind you.
I'm always there so that you wont forget.
I don't expect you to ever be my friend but I hope that one day you will appreciate what I have done with you. Because of me, you are a new man with a soon to be new wife creating a new life. The scars that I will place upon your body will work to torment you for the rest of your life,... If you let them. Or you can accept them for what they are and simply leave all of this behind. This war that you'll never win. This life that you have lost. This world that I will crumble to dust. Maybe you can forget about it all one day but that day is not today.
Today you get ready for your demise.
Today you prepare yourself to face death. The death of your career. The death of your pride. The death of everything you stand for but don't worry, I'll leave behind enough husk of a man to don that tuxedo and marry that blushing bride.
{Lex slowly turns to the camera with a creepy smile on his face. You can feel the certainty in his words as you see the intensity in his eyes.}
Lex Sense: Do you hear that, Brad?
The war drums are being beaten in the distance and both of us have are being called upon to do what we do best. You seek retribution but first you must place the blame on the one whose truly at fault. Your life was destroyed by your own hand. I'm just here to play with the ashes you've left behind. The problem with jackasses like you is that you don't leave well enough alone. You believe you're still that 20 something year old able to take your body to the limits without the wear and tear but you are wore down and after Sunday, you will be broke down. You're not indestructible and everyone has their limits and once I put you in your place you will do what you do best...
Leave.
You will go back to your fairytale life where your made up happiness with Nina covers up the shame and embarrassment of everything you wish to forget but I will always know the real you. The one that lies awake at night dreading the sun's rising, afraid to face the day that will be filled with shame. A shame I will engrave upon your skin. You will become a man that seeks comfort to forget the sadness he wallows in. The poser acting out the play to hide the truth.
A truth that I will embed into your being.
You died a long time ago and this passion you're showing now, this rage towards everything I've done to you is the desperate act of a desperate man searching to feel to something new in his worn down life.
What do I expect from you, Brad?
I expect you to do what you do best, bleed on me and then lose.
{Sense stands to his feet, putting on his pants and throwing on a shirt. He begins heading to the balcony when...}
Knock, knock, knock!
{Someone knocks on the door. Sense turns around and walks to it, throwing it open.}
Lex Sense: I already told you, oh,... It's you.
Megan Sanderson: What the hell is that supposed to mean?
{Sense steps back into the room as Megan stands in the doorway.}
Megan Sanderson: Thanks for letting me in, ya jerk.
{Megan's sarcastic tone is obvious as she steps into the room and closes the door behind her.}
Megan Sanderson: We need to talk. I want to be there for you this Sunday. We started this together and we're going to end it together. I want to see Brad suffer up close and personal. Is that okay with you?
Lex Sense: Why wouldn't it be?
Megan Sanderson: Huh?... Well last week you made it pretty obvious that you didn't want me around...
Lex Sense: Did I?
{Megan looks confused, almost surprised.}
Megan Sanderson: So you do want me around?
Lex Sense: If I didn't, I would've slammed the door on your face.
Megan Sanderson: I don't get you sometimes.
Lex Sense: ... Neither do I.
{Sense steps into the bathroom as Megan sits on the edge of Sense's bed. She looks to the floor and a disgusted look comes over her face as she reaches down and lifts up a rotten apple from the floor. A huge bite mark on it reveals the maggots hidden inside as she throws it to the side, jumps to her feet shouting "Eeew!" and cleans her hands on the side of her pants.}
{Sense leans against the bathroom sink, staring into the reflection in the mirror. He seems sad. Almost as if his intentions going into this match are not the intentions he wishes to be having but he can't control them. He can't control himself. Two men walk in and only one can walk out. He knows what must be done. Maybe this is regret. Regret for what will be done. He imagines the apple tree and we fade to black.}
Lex Sense: When I was a child, my family had an apple tree in the backyard. No matter how hard life got, there was always an apple to cheer me up. The tree was like a friend to me. It shared my likes and dislikes. I could talk to it for hours and it would stand there, rooted to the floor, listening to every word I had to say. I drew, wrote, sung under the shadow of that tree until one day I woke up to find that it was not there. At first I believed it to be cut down. I thought my father felt like I was going insane under the shadow of that tree where I spent countless hours talking to myself in complete solitude while I enjoyed the sweet and sour tastes of the fruits it bore. So I questioned my father and he looked at me in a strange way and answered...
{Sense pauses before finishing the statement. Almost as if it hurt him to remember this memory. He looks to the apple in his hand before taking a huge bite out of the apple, revealing its core. He chews the bits in his mouth thoroughly before swallowing. He turns to face the camera but his eyes can not be seen under the hood.}
Lex Sense: He looked at me and stated with a very serious tone, as often my father would, that the apple tree that I spent so much time with was never really there. That it was all inside my head. That I imagined it. That it never existed... But to me it did. My senses told me it did but it did not. That was the straw that broke the camel's back for my father and the reason he sent me to Menston when I was merely a child.
{Sense looks away, obviously a very personal moment in his life. As he finishes the final word, the apples around him begin to rot right before your eyes. The tree itself begins shedding leaves as the apples on its branches also rot. Soon the tree begins cracking and breaking until it's leaves, apples and branches rot off, leaving behind only a stump that Sense now sits against. The green grass around Sense also withers and dies as Lex raises the bitten apple to his mouth, revealing the maggots that have now been born from its core.}
Lex Sense: But the reason why I was locked away in that asylum is not the point I'm trying to make. Don't you see, Brad? You are like the young me. Delusional, wishing to have faith and believe in something that doesn't exist. Praying everyday that you will find a way to make things better for yourself but never really finding the solution, only slipping further away into the madness of your own mind.
{The waves become harsher with each passing second, slowly flooding the small island and its inhabitant along with the stump of a tree that never was. Sense continues to stare at the rotten apple in his hand, the maggots now crawling all over it as the water slowly begins to rise.}
Lex Sense: This dream of yours was never real. This quest for some kind of retribution was never meant to end in your favor. You stepped into a losing war against a madman hoping to find vengeance for an act you brought upon yourself. Now this blood you seek, this payback you dream of has become one with that apple tree.
The Apple Tree and your hopeful imaginings,...
They both never existed.
{The waves engulf the small island and Sense as they are sunk to the bottom of the ocean. When the last bit of life is swallowed by the sea, the scene fades to white only to reopen with Lex rising from his bed sweating and breathing heavily.}
Knock, Knock, Knock
{The knocking of a door awakens Sense from his sleep. A shame really, seeing as Sense finds it hard to sleep. He rises from his slumber and moves to the door, opening it wide as he stands before the camera's view, covering whoever it is from frame.}
Woman: Are you ready?
Lex Sense: Why are you here?
Woman: I was sent here.
Lex Sense: I don't need to be bothered by this right now. What do you want?
Woman: Why don't you put some pants on first before we speak?
Lex Sense: Why don't you get the f*ck out of here. Tell him that everything is in order. It starts at Picture Perfect.
{Sense slams the door shut before the identity of this woman could be revealed. The mystery remains as Sense sits on the edge of his hotel bed, rubbing out the sleep from his eyes and face. He's tired. Tired of not feeling satisfied. Tired of not feeling anything. Tired of dealing with Brad Kane.}
Lex Sense: What can I expect from you, Brad?
You're best?
You're might?
You're vengeance?
In your delusional brain things must be easy for you. In your feeble minded thoughts, you must have it all figured out. Picture Perfect is the day of my damnation. If you have it your way, I will suffer as my pride is stripped from me. Tossed aside a shell of my former self. I hear the words you've been spreading, the wisdom you've been sharing but life is rarely as simple as the explanations you give. Life is hard filled with turmoil, passion and loss. Loss is something we all must deal with.
Loss is something you will bear for the rest of your life like the burden of the bloody cross.
Only you are no Jesus Christ here to save. You're merely a man whimpering and whining in fear of the end. You seek retribution by spilling my blood but blood will only make you thirst for more. I know. I've been in your shoes. Look around, Brad, the world's eyes are upon us. They've seen me embarrass you time and time again and while you refuse to acknowledge this...
You've already been broken for the world's entertainment.
{Sense stares out the window, the moon reflecting its light upon the world from a distance. Sense remembers the countless men that have fallen to his will, each one making him feel even more empty inside as he lost a bit of his humanity to beat them into submission. Something he'll have to do once again to a Kane.}
Lex Sense: It takes a special kind of being to do what we do. We work for a company that pays us to cause each other bodily harm. A company that praises and rewards us for entertaining the masses with spilt blood and each time we do, we lose a little bit of ourselves. You have fooled yourself into thinking that this is just another match. That after this, you'll just go home and everything will be the same but it wont be. You wont be. You'll walk a little different. Breathing will become a little harder. Those aches and pains you live with everyday will worsen ten fold. Me, however, I will remain the same cold blooded son of a bitch that didn't mind one bit impregnating another man's wife.
The same asshole that laughed as the world around you burned into ash.
You're foolish attempt at "deconstructing my myth" is a myth on its own. There is no myth surrounding my existence. Just cold, hard facts and the fact of the matter is that you even coming close to winning this is something that I cannot allow. Your life will soon be filled with such tragic loss that overcoming it will bear it's own scars. This new life you're building over the remnants of your broken one does not hide the tears you have shed. No matter how much you try to run away from your past, it's always there to remind you.
I'm always there so that you wont forget.
I don't expect you to ever be my friend but I hope that one day you will appreciate what I have done with you. Because of me, you are a new man with a soon to be new wife creating a new life. The scars that I will place upon your body will work to torment you for the rest of your life,... If you let them. Or you can accept them for what they are and simply leave all of this behind. This war that you'll never win. This life that you have lost. This world that I will crumble to dust. Maybe you can forget about it all one day but that day is not today.
Today you get ready for your demise.
Today you prepare yourself to face death. The death of your career. The death of your pride. The death of everything you stand for but don't worry, I'll leave behind enough husk of a man to don that tuxedo and marry that blushing bride.
{Lex slowly turns to the camera with a creepy smile on his face. You can feel the certainty in his words as you see the intensity in his eyes.}
Lex Sense: Do you hear that, Brad?
The war drums are being beaten in the distance and both of us have are being called upon to do what we do best. You seek retribution but first you must place the blame on the one whose truly at fault. Your life was destroyed by your own hand. I'm just here to play with the ashes you've left behind. The problem with jackasses like you is that you don't leave well enough alone. You believe you're still that 20 something year old able to take your body to the limits without the wear and tear but you are wore down and after Sunday, you will be broke down. You're not indestructible and everyone has their limits and once I put you in your place you will do what you do best...
Leave.
You will go back to your fairytale life where your made up happiness with Nina covers up the shame and embarrassment of everything you wish to forget but I will always know the real you. The one that lies awake at night dreading the sun's rising, afraid to face the day that will be filled with shame. A shame I will engrave upon your skin. You will become a man that seeks comfort to forget the sadness he wallows in. The poser acting out the play to hide the truth.
A truth that I will embed into your being.
You died a long time ago and this passion you're showing now, this rage towards everything I've done to you is the desperate act of a desperate man searching to feel to something new in his worn down life.
What do I expect from you, Brad?
I expect you to do what you do best, bleed on me and then lose.
{Sense stands to his feet, putting on his pants and throwing on a shirt. He begins heading to the balcony when...}
Knock, knock, knock!
{Someone knocks on the door. Sense turns around and walks to it, throwing it open.}
Lex Sense: I already told you, oh,... It's you.
Megan Sanderson: What the hell is that supposed to mean?
{Sense steps back into the room as Megan stands in the doorway.}
Megan Sanderson: Thanks for letting me in, ya jerk.
{Megan's sarcastic tone is obvious as she steps into the room and closes the door behind her.}
Megan Sanderson: We need to talk. I want to be there for you this Sunday. We started this together and we're going to end it together. I want to see Brad suffer up close and personal. Is that okay with you?
Lex Sense: Why wouldn't it be?
Megan Sanderson: Huh?... Well last week you made it pretty obvious that you didn't want me around...
Lex Sense: Did I?
{Megan looks confused, almost surprised.}
Megan Sanderson: So you do want me around?
Lex Sense: If I didn't, I would've slammed the door on your face.
Megan Sanderson: I don't get you sometimes.
Lex Sense: ... Neither do I.
{Sense steps into the bathroom as Megan sits on the edge of Sense's bed. She looks to the floor and a disgusted look comes over her face as she reaches down and lifts up a rotten apple from the floor. A huge bite mark on it reveals the maggots hidden inside as she throws it to the side, jumps to her feet shouting "Eeew!" and cleans her hands on the side of her pants.}
What will become of us?
There are a lot of questions going into this match. A lot of what ifs. The only thing I know for sure is that I wont allow you to walk out of this the winner. You've proven to be a worthy adversary but that worthiness means little to me. I respect you, Brad. I understand why you are doings the things you've been doing but at each moment I've been trying to show you that I am not the way to your bliss. Your life has been shattered like many in this world but instead of dealing with the issues you decide to cost me something that I deserved. You took away my title so I took away your life. Fair trade I would say but instead, you wished to take me to a place that I don't like going.
A place that I'm going to take you into at Picture Perfect.
You wont see in this place.
You wont feel in this place.
You wont win in this place.
There are a lot of questions going into this match. A lot of what ifs. The only thing I know for sure is that I wont allow you to walk out of this the winner. You've proven to be a worthy adversary but that worthiness means little to me. I respect you, Brad. I understand why you are doings the things you've been doing but at each moment I've been trying to show you that I am not the way to your bliss. Your life has been shattered like many in this world but instead of dealing with the issues you decide to cost me something that I deserved. You took away my title so I took away your life. Fair trade I would say but instead, you wished to take me to a place that I don't like going.
A place that I'm going to take you into at Picture Perfect.
You wont see in this place.
You wont feel in this place.
You wont win in this place.
{Sense leans against the bathroom sink, staring into the reflection in the mirror. He seems sad. Almost as if his intentions going into this match are not the intentions he wishes to be having but he can't control them. He can't control himself. Two men walk in and only one can walk out. He knows what must be done. Maybe this is regret. Regret for what will be done. He imagines the apple tree and we fade to black.}
