Post by Davey Ortega on Jan 25, 2008 20:09:38 GMT -6
Now even I can stand upon the abyss. Now even I can look just beyond the threshold to see what lies within. For you see, in this realm of nightmares and chaos one thing rules supreme. Insanity. Insanity is what I seek, insanity is what I want.
I want to cross the thin line that has separated us for oh so long. I want to indulge in the pure pleasures that you have to offer me. I want to be blinded by rage, and become a literal destroyer. Like Galactus I want to swallow worlds whole. Like Apocalypse I want to cause fear and utter damnation to those who oppose me!
Of course, maybe I am getting a bit a head of myself. I have the confidence to control this insanity when I get it. I can bend it to my will, and use it to inflict pain on anyone who dares cross me. I can use it to squash a rebellion.
The scene opens to an unusual dark VIP room. Mr. Preston is not in sight and a silhouette can be seen. The man, presumably Davey Ortega, is sitting on the couch with his head hung over. He looks fast asleep.
scene fades.
scene re opens in an almost hellish setting. Fire and Brimstone appear to be falling in the background, caves litter the area, the sky is scorched black. Davey Ortega is seen standing on the edge of what appears to be a mountain. He is looking on until a voice rumbles through the void. The mountain begins to shake but holds it's ground, as does Davey.
Voice: For whom dares to call upon me?
Davey: What are you, Trigon?
Voice: Mortal, state your purpose or forever be engulfed in the Hellfire that is.
Davey: My apologies. Sometimes I speak what I think. I have traveled a great distance to find this place. I wish to cross the threshold.
Voice: Only those who have the knowledge can cross.
Davey: I had the knowledge to get here didn't I? Astral Projection isn't exactly easy...
In the sky something appears to be happening. Something begins to form. Davey looks up, raising an eyebrow at this oddity. Two fiery eyes from in the sky.
Voice: Answer me these questions three, mortal.
What moves forward and never backwards?
Davey thinks for a moment.
Davey: Time.
Voice: Correct. What animal walks on all four legs in the morning, two legs and mid day, and on three in the evening?
Davey once again stays silent, thinking.
Davey: Man. Crawls on all four at the early stages of life, two at the prime, and three in old age with the help of a cane.
Voice: Correct.
What is the key to opening a door?
Davey: The door?
Voice: A door...
Davey now, a bit perplexed. He begins to rub his eyes, then puts his hand down. He looks at the two giant eyes.
Davey: Hmm...a key...the key...key, key,key...universal...A Skeleton Key!
The two eyes blink and vanish, and Davey looses consciousness and falls. He falls down, into the abyss.
The scene opens back to the VIP room, where Davey jerks himself awake. He is sweating, at a loss of breath, and visibly trembling. He puts his hand to his eyes yet again.
Davey: It wasn't real...or was it..
Davey looks around the dark room. He gets up and turns on the lights.
Davey: Jesus what a nightmare..
Was it?
Davey now, looking around the room.
Davey: Pre...Preston..?
No.
Davey: Who..who said that.
In here, here....here. Right here.
Davey: The hell...show yourself!
Look, turn. I am here...better hurry.
Davey does turn quickly, looking at a mirror.
Surprised? This is what you wanted isn't it? To cross over to the dark side so to speak. Come on, Ortega.
Davey: Why did you call me Ortega..
It's your name, genius.
Davey: I..Jesus...but if you ARE me..
I said I am here, I never said I was you.
Davey: Then...then who are you.
The darker side of your genius, the side you never wanted out until now. This is what you wanted...now you will see things with a more twisted out look. Blood shed by thy name. But, if you must call me something than you can call me Carnage.
Davey: Carnage..?
It is what we..urm..you..no no..it is what I shall bring. nCw, hell the world is no longer safe.
Davey: I can control you.
Oh, I have no worries about that. But I am inside you, you can control me for a while..but everyone gives into their sins sooner or later. You will learn to let go.
Davey: Yeah...whatever you say Carnage. I have work to do, and it would be bad for the public eye if I were seen conversing with myself.
You think I will shut up just because you say so..?
Davey: Um, yeah. So..shut up.
Davey shakes his head as he soon goes towards the double doors and opens them. He walks down the stairs and into the gaming portion of his Casino. He spots Mr. Preston through the crowd, talking to a guest. He walks over to him.
Mr. Preston: Well...wha..what I am saying is um, well...you should just bet it all!
Patron: Why?
Davey: What seems to be the problem?
Mr. Preston: DAVEY! Oh thank you God. This nice fellow won an astounding half a million dollars!
Davey: Wow thats..
..Insane?
Davey sighs
Davey: Outstanding. Preston why didn't you tell me?
Mr. Preston: Well, I..um..
Davey: Save it. Sir, what my friend here is trying to say is why stop at that? Why stop when the entire world could be yours?
Patron: You know, I was warned that this might happen. Some guy named...oh..Helms..I think thats it. He said to be cautious of you and your speeches. Look I have a a lot of debts to pay..and this will cover it and then some. So, thank you gentlemen.
The patron walks off, with a half million in chips. He walks right to the cash cage and cashes out, leaving.
Davey: You know..it's bad enough he is a pain in my ass inside the ring, but..when he starts affecting business..
Mr. Preston: That was a half..mill...
Davey: I know. Come on.
Davey walks off as Mr. Preston follows. They make their was back to the VIP room. Davey closes the doors behind them.
Davey: Why didn't you come to me before things got out of hand?
Mr. Preston: I did! You were out cold, so I thought I would try. And..he kept betting and betting and winning and winning! Luck was not on our side.
Davey: Apparently not.
Mr. Preston: Besides, you have bigger problems. Helms finally broke his silence and actually said something.
Davey: I'm terrified.
Mr. Preston: Just have a look.
Mr. Preston goes to the computer, firing up the Surveillance System They both watch as it shows Trent's latest speech.
Davey: Mercedes was flat chested?
Oh..dirty thoughts popping up. Hey..I would love to see a match with her and Kelly too.
Mr. Preston: Thats not the point.
Davey: I know. Trent why must you? Why must you constantly mock what you yourself have never defeated. Ace pinned me, you took a cheap shot with your mob, then Awesome defeated me. Though shall we look more in depth into those so called wins? For someone who seems to love doing extensive research you seem to have left out some key components. Lets begin with that showcase match. Lets see what happened..oh right. The distraction caused by Wilson allowed The Ace to do what? You guessed it..deliver not one, but TWO sledgehammer shots to me. Even with someone boasting a Galactic superiority would be dazed and confused after that. And for the record..Ace couldn't defeat me one on one.
Then shall we venture on to the six man tag? We were winning that match until you and your uprising decided ''Hey, lets not be losers for once in our lives and make a name for ourselves!'' and then promptly came down to out number us. Thats all it was, Helms. Outnumbering. You had to have two men hold me down to even pull off that move. Yes, I was left a broken mess..but Helms..you didn't cause sh*t. You sit up their, all high and mighty. You proclaim this and say that. Fact of the matter is Trent you couldn't of left me with a scratch had it not been for the entire mid card uprising out their.
I guess that leaves the last match. I recall yet..oh my..another interference on your behalf. You had the former Xtreme champion come down and blind side me. The Awesome Kind couldn't get the job done alone, Trent? Was The Upper Echelon a little to much for the Close Encounter of any kind? But hey, you want to commit suicide? You want to set up your own gallows? Fine by me, The Hollands will appropriately dispatch of you. You want the number one contendership? Have it. I'll allow you to feel the greatness that is The Brothers Holland.
Trent being a pure wrestler is more than knowing a thousand and one moves. It means you can adapt, you can survive in any environment. Dragons Den, Hardcore, tournament setting. It doesn't matter. I can thrive in any match because I am a pure wrestler. Because I can fight in any surrounding. A title doesn't make a man, Helms. Being able to fight when your back is torched..being able to over come immeasurable odds..that is what makes you a man. I have courage Trent, I have a lot of it. I have a lot of Confidence. I know each and every week I go out to that ring I risk another ambush..but I still go out there. I go out there to prove that I am not afraid of you, that I am still the best thing going.
And it pisses you off, doesn't. The fact I have bled, burned, wrapped in barbed wire, and been laid out in a pool of my own blood..all that and yet here I am. Still standing. Break me, poison me..I'll still come back. I will still be here wanting more.
Trent you have to come to the realization of one important thing. You have to become a believer of what I say. You are second rate. You can not survive in this place or any other with out the comfort of someone having your back. You need it, you crave it. You know you make too many enemies and piss the wrong people off. I know, Trent. You have pissed off the entire Establishment. Trent my question is what if the mid carders said no? Would we even be doing this? What if they shoved your hand up your ass and said f*ck off? What would the interstellar Trent Helms do then? What if you were out their on your soap box with no one to hear you?
In my honest opinion I don't think you would of ever opened your mouth. You claim to lead them? It seems to me you are leading them where they do not want to be. Like lambs to the slaughter, thats all. You are giving us a reason to prove ourselves, and trust me we will. We will all emerge victorious.
Helms, no. Thats all I have to say..is no. You are not better than me. You are not my superior. I'm Davey Ortega, I have no superior. I am the Present and Future, the brightest man in this industry. My star outshines the brightest in the darkest. Is that what you want to hear?
Helms you know all that, and to be honest I am getting so sick and tired of you challenging those facts with no evidence to support your claims. You defeated RJ, so come and pin ME!
Trent after this Sunday, you will have too look at your wife. You will have to look in those beautiful eyes of hers, hold her tight. Your lips will tremble, but it is to be expected. You will have to tell her I'm Trent Helms...and then their is Davey Ortega.
The scene slowly fades out.
I want to cross the thin line that has separated us for oh so long. I want to indulge in the pure pleasures that you have to offer me. I want to be blinded by rage, and become a literal destroyer. Like Galactus I want to swallow worlds whole. Like Apocalypse I want to cause fear and utter damnation to those who oppose me!
Of course, maybe I am getting a bit a head of myself. I have the confidence to control this insanity when I get it. I can bend it to my will, and use it to inflict pain on anyone who dares cross me. I can use it to squash a rebellion.
The scene opens to an unusual dark VIP room. Mr. Preston is not in sight and a silhouette can be seen. The man, presumably Davey Ortega, is sitting on the couch with his head hung over. He looks fast asleep.
scene fades.
scene re opens in an almost hellish setting. Fire and Brimstone appear to be falling in the background, caves litter the area, the sky is scorched black. Davey Ortega is seen standing on the edge of what appears to be a mountain. He is looking on until a voice rumbles through the void. The mountain begins to shake but holds it's ground, as does Davey.
Voice: For whom dares to call upon me?
Davey: What are you, Trigon?
Voice: Mortal, state your purpose or forever be engulfed in the Hellfire that is.
Davey: My apologies. Sometimes I speak what I think. I have traveled a great distance to find this place. I wish to cross the threshold.
Voice: Only those who have the knowledge can cross.
Davey: I had the knowledge to get here didn't I? Astral Projection isn't exactly easy...
In the sky something appears to be happening. Something begins to form. Davey looks up, raising an eyebrow at this oddity. Two fiery eyes from in the sky.
Voice: Answer me these questions three, mortal.
What moves forward and never backwards?
Davey thinks for a moment.
Davey: Time.
Voice: Correct. What animal walks on all four legs in the morning, two legs and mid day, and on three in the evening?
Davey once again stays silent, thinking.
Davey: Man. Crawls on all four at the early stages of life, two at the prime, and three in old age with the help of a cane.
Voice: Correct.
What is the key to opening a door?
Davey: The door?
Voice: A door...
Davey now, a bit perplexed. He begins to rub his eyes, then puts his hand down. He looks at the two giant eyes.
Davey: Hmm...a key...the key...key, key,key...universal...A Skeleton Key!
The two eyes blink and vanish, and Davey looses consciousness and falls. He falls down, into the abyss.
The scene opens back to the VIP room, where Davey jerks himself awake. He is sweating, at a loss of breath, and visibly trembling. He puts his hand to his eyes yet again.
Davey: It wasn't real...or was it..
Davey looks around the dark room. He gets up and turns on the lights.
Davey: Jesus what a nightmare..
Was it?
Davey now, looking around the room.
Davey: Pre...Preston..?
No.
Davey: Who..who said that.
In here, here....here. Right here.
Davey: The hell...show yourself!
Look, turn. I am here...better hurry.
Davey does turn quickly, looking at a mirror.
Surprised? This is what you wanted isn't it? To cross over to the dark side so to speak. Come on, Ortega.
Davey: Why did you call me Ortega..
It's your name, genius.
Davey: I..Jesus...but if you ARE me..
I said I am here, I never said I was you.
Davey: Then...then who are you.
The darker side of your genius, the side you never wanted out until now. This is what you wanted...now you will see things with a more twisted out look. Blood shed by thy name. But, if you must call me something than you can call me Carnage.
Davey: Carnage..?
It is what we..urm..you..no no..it is what I shall bring. nCw, hell the world is no longer safe.
Davey: I can control you.
Oh, I have no worries about that. But I am inside you, you can control me for a while..but everyone gives into their sins sooner or later. You will learn to let go.
Davey: Yeah...whatever you say Carnage. I have work to do, and it would be bad for the public eye if I were seen conversing with myself.
You think I will shut up just because you say so..?
Davey: Um, yeah. So..shut up.
Davey shakes his head as he soon goes towards the double doors and opens them. He walks down the stairs and into the gaming portion of his Casino. He spots Mr. Preston through the crowd, talking to a guest. He walks over to him.
Mr. Preston: Well...wha..what I am saying is um, well...you should just bet it all!
Patron: Why?
Davey: What seems to be the problem?
Mr. Preston: DAVEY! Oh thank you God. This nice fellow won an astounding half a million dollars!
Davey: Wow thats..
..Insane?
Davey sighs
Davey: Outstanding. Preston why didn't you tell me?
Mr. Preston: Well, I..um..
Davey: Save it. Sir, what my friend here is trying to say is why stop at that? Why stop when the entire world could be yours?
Patron: You know, I was warned that this might happen. Some guy named...oh..Helms..I think thats it. He said to be cautious of you and your speeches. Look I have a a lot of debts to pay..and this will cover it and then some. So, thank you gentlemen.
The patron walks off, with a half million in chips. He walks right to the cash cage and cashes out, leaving.
Davey: You know..it's bad enough he is a pain in my ass inside the ring, but..when he starts affecting business..
Mr. Preston: That was a half..mill...
Davey: I know. Come on.
Davey walks off as Mr. Preston follows. They make their was back to the VIP room. Davey closes the doors behind them.
Davey: Why didn't you come to me before things got out of hand?
Mr. Preston: I did! You were out cold, so I thought I would try. And..he kept betting and betting and winning and winning! Luck was not on our side.
Davey: Apparently not.
Mr. Preston: Besides, you have bigger problems. Helms finally broke his silence and actually said something.
Davey: I'm terrified.
Mr. Preston: Just have a look.
Mr. Preston goes to the computer, firing up the Surveillance System They both watch as it shows Trent's latest speech.
Davey: Mercedes was flat chested?
Oh..dirty thoughts popping up. Hey..I would love to see a match with her and Kelly too.
Mr. Preston: Thats not the point.
Davey: I know. Trent why must you? Why must you constantly mock what you yourself have never defeated. Ace pinned me, you took a cheap shot with your mob, then Awesome defeated me. Though shall we look more in depth into those so called wins? For someone who seems to love doing extensive research you seem to have left out some key components. Lets begin with that showcase match. Lets see what happened..oh right. The distraction caused by Wilson allowed The Ace to do what? You guessed it..deliver not one, but TWO sledgehammer shots to me. Even with someone boasting a Galactic superiority would be dazed and confused after that. And for the record..Ace couldn't defeat me one on one.
Then shall we venture on to the six man tag? We were winning that match until you and your uprising decided ''Hey, lets not be losers for once in our lives and make a name for ourselves!'' and then promptly came down to out number us. Thats all it was, Helms. Outnumbering. You had to have two men hold me down to even pull off that move. Yes, I was left a broken mess..but Helms..you didn't cause sh*t. You sit up their, all high and mighty. You proclaim this and say that. Fact of the matter is Trent you couldn't of left me with a scratch had it not been for the entire mid card uprising out their.
I guess that leaves the last match. I recall yet..oh my..another interference on your behalf. You had the former Xtreme champion come down and blind side me. The Awesome Kind couldn't get the job done alone, Trent? Was The Upper Echelon a little to much for the Close Encounter of any kind? But hey, you want to commit suicide? You want to set up your own gallows? Fine by me, The Hollands will appropriately dispatch of you. You want the number one contendership? Have it. I'll allow you to feel the greatness that is The Brothers Holland.
Trent being a pure wrestler is more than knowing a thousand and one moves. It means you can adapt, you can survive in any environment. Dragons Den, Hardcore, tournament setting. It doesn't matter. I can thrive in any match because I am a pure wrestler. Because I can fight in any surrounding. A title doesn't make a man, Helms. Being able to fight when your back is torched..being able to over come immeasurable odds..that is what makes you a man. I have courage Trent, I have a lot of it. I have a lot of Confidence. I know each and every week I go out to that ring I risk another ambush..but I still go out there. I go out there to prove that I am not afraid of you, that I am still the best thing going.
And it pisses you off, doesn't. The fact I have bled, burned, wrapped in barbed wire, and been laid out in a pool of my own blood..all that and yet here I am. Still standing. Break me, poison me..I'll still come back. I will still be here wanting more.
Trent you have to come to the realization of one important thing. You have to become a believer of what I say. You are second rate. You can not survive in this place or any other with out the comfort of someone having your back. You need it, you crave it. You know you make too many enemies and piss the wrong people off. I know, Trent. You have pissed off the entire Establishment. Trent my question is what if the mid carders said no? Would we even be doing this? What if they shoved your hand up your ass and said f*ck off? What would the interstellar Trent Helms do then? What if you were out their on your soap box with no one to hear you?
In my honest opinion I don't think you would of ever opened your mouth. You claim to lead them? It seems to me you are leading them where they do not want to be. Like lambs to the slaughter, thats all. You are giving us a reason to prove ourselves, and trust me we will. We will all emerge victorious.
Helms, no. Thats all I have to say..is no. You are not better than me. You are not my superior. I'm Davey Ortega, I have no superior. I am the Present and Future, the brightest man in this industry. My star outshines the brightest in the darkest. Is that what you want to hear?
Helms you know all that, and to be honest I am getting so sick and tired of you challenging those facts with no evidence to support your claims. You defeated RJ, so come and pin ME!
Trent after this Sunday, you will have too look at your wife. You will have to look in those beautiful eyes of hers, hold her tight. Your lips will tremble, but it is to be expected. You will have to tell her I'm Trent Helms...and then their is Davey Ortega.
The scene slowly fades out.
