Post by Reckoning on Jun 13, 2008 21:43:18 GMT -6
*The camera opens to a little boy wearing a backwards cap, a Chicago Bears jersey, and a pair of bright blue jean shorts. He has long brown hair. He is playing with a football. Suddenly, the kid drops the ball, and it rolls slowly into the street. He runs after it, and can't seem to get to it. It finally stops rolling. As the kid goes to pick it up, you hear a loud honk sound. A dark green jeep is speeding towards the child! Luckily, a rather tall man wearing a similar jersey pushes the small child out of the way.*
Child: Thanks Trey!
Trey: No problem Bri. Hey, wanna play a little game of catch?
Brian: Yeah!
*The two are seen tossing the ball back and forth. The scene fades to a static with white noise in the background. Soon after, it shows the little boy, Brian, laying down in his 'Blue's Clues' pajamas and sheets. You hear chatter outside. Suddenly it turns to show the man known as Trey, standing outside talking to a heavy set black man and a rather well-built white man. The two unknown men seem angry. This wakes Brian, as he looks outside. Suddenly the heavy set man pulls out a pistol. He points it to Trey's head. The camera shows Brian sitting, crying trying to cover his ears as he hears four claps from the gun fire. The child sits crying himself to sleep as you hear police sirens sounding. As the boy closes his eyes, we now we open up to the sound of beeping. It shows Trey, in a hospital, laying lifeless with tubes hanging from everywhere. His neck, his throat, his mouth, his wrists, and more. The little boy Brian appears once more, with his full brown hair gleaming with the bright hospital lights. Brian takes one look, and runs past his mother crying. The scene fades once more to that odd fuzzy gray accompanied by white noise. It soon opens up again to an odd site. The 11 or so child is almost unrecognizable. He has a shaved head, and is rather muscular. He is doing chin-ups at a school gym. Suddenly, two typical jocks walk over.*
Jock 1: Hey there Brian. How's the whole black thing going.
*Brian ignores this as he muscles two more pull-ups and hangs there.*
Jock 2: You know, I wonder how his brother would feel if he didn't get shot.
*Brian quickly drops from the chin-up bar into a hurricanrana position, and lays the punches into the second jock's head. He reels back, falling down into the other one. Brian looks at them, and spits in the second Jock's face as he goes back to hi pull-ups. Suddenly the video turns to static, and we see a distorted image of Chicago. It then goes to a restaurant, and then goes back to Brian doing pull-ups. It then shows a can of Dr. Pepper. The can is crushed and then the camera shows Brian again this time, he is in front of a wrestling school. He looks towards the doors and walks in. The scene once again gets static, and shows Brian shortly after hitting suplexes and diving from the top rope. Then a close up of Brian, and we see the face distort. Then suddenly a familiar beat is played, but it is reversed and rendered unrecognizable. The scene then fades into the words Xtreme and fades back to the static as the word '****' sounds out loudly from a recognizable voice as the scene disappears. Then we see a picture of Reckoning. Then another close-up of Brian as it becomes clear who Brian really is. Reckoning then appears, in a black, unlit room.*
Reckoning: This Sunday. Times change, yet stay the same. My friends don't know where I am, but they should focus more on who I'm with and what I may do. You see, as I relive moments from my life, I become slightly angry. Then that much more. Then, finally, I realize, I am looking for blood in that ring. I want to take Ace out. I want to see his HIV positive blood run through my bandanna, onto my bare skin. I want to see Davey Ortega try and pick up the pieces of the shell of himself I leave him with. I want to see Jack Hammond unconscious with his head dented, not the chair I used. I am homicidal. I want to kill a certain man. He is not even anybody in that ring. He is a man I know to be...well, that's really not what you need to know. Specifically, you need to know this. I will be in the ring Sunday, defending the gold that brings me from becoming the man I want to kill. This title.....It IS me. It hangs on my shoulder not as an ornament, but as a symbol. A symbol of my tears as I heard my brother shot, and the tears I will hear streaming from Kathleen Conway-Jones' eyes as rip apart her precious husband. This Sunday is about me. About me finding who I am, and where I am from. This is my legacy as Xtreme champion, and if you get in my way of continuing it, I hope you know someone who can write up your will as you would want it. I'm coming in to assault, murder, and steal. Assault the critics opinion. Murder my opponents. And lastly, steal the glory and the victory out from the bleeding skulls of my opponents. I can't be the fan-friendly Reckoning you know. No, today I am the side of Reckoning you only see in the ring. Because the way I see it, Jack Hammond, you shot my brother. Ortega, you watched him do it, and told him to do it. And Ace, of course. You're the one who didn't call the police. The man that may turn up dead. That man is my.....father. Yes, the man who called me. The man I am going to see tomorrow. And as I know you all want to know, yes, I hate him. He left my family in our time of need. So, even if I am not in the sanest of states, I see you all as the people I want dead. All three of you, had a part in my childhood. The days that I through a football to my brother, and he wasn't there to catch it. You ruined my ****ing life! **** YOU! FU....
*The scene goes straight to static.*
Child: Thanks Trey!
Trey: No problem Bri. Hey, wanna play a little game of catch?
Brian: Yeah!
*The two are seen tossing the ball back and forth. The scene fades to a static with white noise in the background. Soon after, it shows the little boy, Brian, laying down in his 'Blue's Clues' pajamas and sheets. You hear chatter outside. Suddenly it turns to show the man known as Trey, standing outside talking to a heavy set black man and a rather well-built white man. The two unknown men seem angry. This wakes Brian, as he looks outside. Suddenly the heavy set man pulls out a pistol. He points it to Trey's head. The camera shows Brian sitting, crying trying to cover his ears as he hears four claps from the gun fire. The child sits crying himself to sleep as you hear police sirens sounding. As the boy closes his eyes, we now we open up to the sound of beeping. It shows Trey, in a hospital, laying lifeless with tubes hanging from everywhere. His neck, his throat, his mouth, his wrists, and more. The little boy Brian appears once more, with his full brown hair gleaming with the bright hospital lights. Brian takes one look, and runs past his mother crying. The scene fades once more to that odd fuzzy gray accompanied by white noise. It soon opens up again to an odd site. The 11 or so child is almost unrecognizable. He has a shaved head, and is rather muscular. He is doing chin-ups at a school gym. Suddenly, two typical jocks walk over.*
Jock 1: Hey there Brian. How's the whole black thing going.
*Brian ignores this as he muscles two more pull-ups and hangs there.*
Jock 2: You know, I wonder how his brother would feel if he didn't get shot.
*Brian quickly drops from the chin-up bar into a hurricanrana position, and lays the punches into the second jock's head. He reels back, falling down into the other one. Brian looks at them, and spits in the second Jock's face as he goes back to hi pull-ups. Suddenly the video turns to static, and we see a distorted image of Chicago. It then goes to a restaurant, and then goes back to Brian doing pull-ups. It then shows a can of Dr. Pepper. The can is crushed and then the camera shows Brian again this time, he is in front of a wrestling school. He looks towards the doors and walks in. The scene once again gets static, and shows Brian shortly after hitting suplexes and diving from the top rope. Then a close up of Brian, and we see the face distort. Then suddenly a familiar beat is played, but it is reversed and rendered unrecognizable. The scene then fades into the words Xtreme and fades back to the static as the word '****' sounds out loudly from a recognizable voice as the scene disappears. Then we see a picture of Reckoning. Then another close-up of Brian as it becomes clear who Brian really is. Reckoning then appears, in a black, unlit room.*
Reckoning: This Sunday. Times change, yet stay the same. My friends don't know where I am, but they should focus more on who I'm with and what I may do. You see, as I relive moments from my life, I become slightly angry. Then that much more. Then, finally, I realize, I am looking for blood in that ring. I want to take Ace out. I want to see his HIV positive blood run through my bandanna, onto my bare skin. I want to see Davey Ortega try and pick up the pieces of the shell of himself I leave him with. I want to see Jack Hammond unconscious with his head dented, not the chair I used. I am homicidal. I want to kill a certain man. He is not even anybody in that ring. He is a man I know to be...well, that's really not what you need to know. Specifically, you need to know this. I will be in the ring Sunday, defending the gold that brings me from becoming the man I want to kill. This title.....It IS me. It hangs on my shoulder not as an ornament, but as a symbol. A symbol of my tears as I heard my brother shot, and the tears I will hear streaming from Kathleen Conway-Jones' eyes as rip apart her precious husband. This Sunday is about me. About me finding who I am, and where I am from. This is my legacy as Xtreme champion, and if you get in my way of continuing it, I hope you know someone who can write up your will as you would want it. I'm coming in to assault, murder, and steal. Assault the critics opinion. Murder my opponents. And lastly, steal the glory and the victory out from the bleeding skulls of my opponents. I can't be the fan-friendly Reckoning you know. No, today I am the side of Reckoning you only see in the ring. Because the way I see it, Jack Hammond, you shot my brother. Ortega, you watched him do it, and told him to do it. And Ace, of course. You're the one who didn't call the police. The man that may turn up dead. That man is my.....father. Yes, the man who called me. The man I am going to see tomorrow. And as I know you all want to know, yes, I hate him. He left my family in our time of need. So, even if I am not in the sanest of states, I see you all as the people I want dead. All three of you, had a part in my childhood. The days that I through a football to my brother, and he wasn't there to catch it. You ruined my ****ing life! **** YOU! FU....
*The scene goes straight to static.*