Post by hatebreeder on Aug 23, 2008 20:41:38 GMT -6
(scene opens to the scene of a car crash, the little boy we have seen previously sits over the dead body of his mother. Staggering out of the car comes the drunken man, he speaks in a series of slurred words…)
Man: Hey, is she okay? What the hell was she doing in the middle of the road?
Boy: She wasn’t, she was…
(The man senses his advantage over the child, he yells over him, stopping his words in mid sentence…)
Man: Listen here boy; you know ***damn well that she was in the middle of the road. That is why I am not going to report this, because I don’t want her getting a ticket. There is some Christmas spirit for you, now run along and play…
(The boys eyes glaze over, he is a good sizes boy, but still can be much older then ten or eleven. The boy sees a piece of broken glass on the sidewalk next to him, and instinctually picks it up. He charges at the man, who stops him, grabbing his arm. He backhands the young boy and he falls to the ground. The man gets back into his car slowly, staggering as the boy rubs his cheek in pain as the man drives off, he goes back over to his mother, his hand now bleeding from the shard of glass that is clenches tightly in his hand. He lies down next to her, placing his head on her chest. Not a single tear falls from his eye as the scene fades)
(Scene opens and Xander sits in the corner of the gym. He rocks gently back and forth, his eyes staring blankly to a empty space in front of him, his eyes are black and for the first time in a non match Xander is wearing his face paint, nothing glitzy or glamorous, just a simple skull covering his face)
Throughout my life I have always wondered what would have happened if my father weren’t in Japan that night, what would have occurred? Would my mother still be alive today if he wasn’t trying to be some golden idol in the Far East, what exactly was he doing when a car struck my mother, was he thinking about his wife and child on that fateful Christmas Eve? Or was he getting a happy ending from some Asian hooker with fake tits? I will never know, because he won’t tell it, it is like I don’t deserve to know that he was getting drunk with Asian groupies the night I was turned from a boy into a man.
If only he knew…
What it was like to see my mother be struck my a car, to see the drunk driver that killed her get up and exit the car, asking me not to call the cops, pleading with me and telling me everything is going to be all right. Then striking me, telling me it was our fault and leacing. He went away nervous that he might get arrested or worse, his insurance premium might go up. He was never found.
If only he understood…
That I tried to contact him all night, tried to get a hold of someone. The cops dropped me off at home, told me to take care, that everything would be better soon. They even gave me a candy cane, a ****ing candy cane are you kidding me?
If only he realized…
That sticking me with his mother when he went to live the life of a big rock star in Japan would reap the end results. The beatings I took from the local groups of boys that never knew when the line of good taste ended. Sticking paperclips under my fingernails and scraping my skin with broken glass until I passed out. Humiliating me time after time and wondering to their selves why I would never react, never tell, never really care that any of this was occurring.
If only he cared…
For one second I wouldn’t absolutely loathe everything about him. I have explained it all, I don’t feel, I think all emotion was choked from my body during those important formative years. I am a wrestler, and I will wrestle until I reach the point in my life where I extinguish the memory of my father. He lives out his past glory, he wears it on his sleeve. I want people to forget. I want them to forget the epic match with Punisher, I don’t want them to remember his heartfelt victory over Adam Knite to claim his final World Heavyweight Championship. I want them to forget the epic tag matches where he along with Steve Williams wreaked havoc across three continents. I want them to forget the masterful feud when he turned on his mentor, Terry Gordy and beat him within an inch of his life.
Because he loves his past, and wants to maintain his celebrity status…
I want to exceed everything he has accomplished, so that his legacy is destroyed. Nothing can stop me, not the falling apart of the Dark Carnival and certainly not some man that is suffering from a chemical imbalance. Fate, I am sorry that this match is happening so soon, for I feel someday down the line this match would be one for the record books, when we both have our feet tested, when not so much rides on it. But I realize, and I think that you do too, more then just bragging rights are on the line here. One of us will go further up the ladder, not being relegated to Trauma anymore, being put onto the main card, with the other major superstars here, like your Dark Prophet would be, or like my father would be. However, we are both mere younglings here, but we have a great responsibility. We will be setting the tone for the entire Pay Per View, we will initiate the Battlegrounds, and we will leave a trail of one another’s blood in our wake…
I have decided to do something different at this point of my life, and recollect a poem by Robert Frost in this moment in my life. Because, we are two men that are traveling together, we are both trying to reach the same destination. We are traveling a desolate road, and at this point, at Battlegrounds, the road splits now we must stop and look at the choices….
Two roads diverged in a wood
And I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference
See, my whole life I have wandered down the path less traveled. I was in and out of juvenile homes, I was raised by my domineering grandmother instead of a positive role like my mother would have been. I haven’t done anything the easy way, I stood by idly as my life was more and more difficult. I am not complaining mind you, I am comparing how my life took a path that hasn’t been traveled, and you Fate, you also have taken this path. You, and your cocaine addiction and massive chemical imbalance that has left your body crumbling and weak is not a path that many people would choose, but you did, and in the long run have you any regrets?
Fate, I am here to change the way I go about things, I am here to for once in my life not be goaded into taking the wrong path, the less traveled path for it leads to nothing but remorse and loss. I am, this weekend going to take the better path, the path of victory that will lead me to the promised land of big paychecks and title shots. I no longer and going to sit by and watch my father be successful, I am going to quickly and hastily take a path this time.
At Battlegrounds a new path is forged, and it isn’t Fate that chooses what path I take. You, nor the metaphorical Fate will choose my path for me, I know where I am traveling, I know what I am going towards, and I am setting on the path that is more traveled, the one that leads to the promised land and you my friend will once again be sauntering off course and heading to the road less traveled. On this road you will face adversity and I have no doubt that you will, as you have before defeat it. For two paths will become one and I am sure that we will meet once again. Maybe next time Fate will decide which path we each choose, but tomorrow night I decide.
And I choose…
Victory…
(Fin)
Man: Hey, is she okay? What the hell was she doing in the middle of the road?
Boy: She wasn’t, she was…
(The man senses his advantage over the child, he yells over him, stopping his words in mid sentence…)
Man: Listen here boy; you know ***damn well that she was in the middle of the road. That is why I am not going to report this, because I don’t want her getting a ticket. There is some Christmas spirit for you, now run along and play…
(The boys eyes glaze over, he is a good sizes boy, but still can be much older then ten or eleven. The boy sees a piece of broken glass on the sidewalk next to him, and instinctually picks it up. He charges at the man, who stops him, grabbing his arm. He backhands the young boy and he falls to the ground. The man gets back into his car slowly, staggering as the boy rubs his cheek in pain as the man drives off, he goes back over to his mother, his hand now bleeding from the shard of glass that is clenches tightly in his hand. He lies down next to her, placing his head on her chest. Not a single tear falls from his eye as the scene fades)
(Scene opens and Xander sits in the corner of the gym. He rocks gently back and forth, his eyes staring blankly to a empty space in front of him, his eyes are black and for the first time in a non match Xander is wearing his face paint, nothing glitzy or glamorous, just a simple skull covering his face)
Throughout my life I have always wondered what would have happened if my father weren’t in Japan that night, what would have occurred? Would my mother still be alive today if he wasn’t trying to be some golden idol in the Far East, what exactly was he doing when a car struck my mother, was he thinking about his wife and child on that fateful Christmas Eve? Or was he getting a happy ending from some Asian hooker with fake tits? I will never know, because he won’t tell it, it is like I don’t deserve to know that he was getting drunk with Asian groupies the night I was turned from a boy into a man.
If only he knew…
What it was like to see my mother be struck my a car, to see the drunk driver that killed her get up and exit the car, asking me not to call the cops, pleading with me and telling me everything is going to be all right. Then striking me, telling me it was our fault and leacing. He went away nervous that he might get arrested or worse, his insurance premium might go up. He was never found.
If only he understood…
That I tried to contact him all night, tried to get a hold of someone. The cops dropped me off at home, told me to take care, that everything would be better soon. They even gave me a candy cane, a ****ing candy cane are you kidding me?
If only he realized…
That sticking me with his mother when he went to live the life of a big rock star in Japan would reap the end results. The beatings I took from the local groups of boys that never knew when the line of good taste ended. Sticking paperclips under my fingernails and scraping my skin with broken glass until I passed out. Humiliating me time after time and wondering to their selves why I would never react, never tell, never really care that any of this was occurring.
If only he cared…
For one second I wouldn’t absolutely loathe everything about him. I have explained it all, I don’t feel, I think all emotion was choked from my body during those important formative years. I am a wrestler, and I will wrestle until I reach the point in my life where I extinguish the memory of my father. He lives out his past glory, he wears it on his sleeve. I want people to forget. I want them to forget the epic match with Punisher, I don’t want them to remember his heartfelt victory over Adam Knite to claim his final World Heavyweight Championship. I want them to forget the epic tag matches where he along with Steve Williams wreaked havoc across three continents. I want them to forget the masterful feud when he turned on his mentor, Terry Gordy and beat him within an inch of his life.
Because he loves his past, and wants to maintain his celebrity status…
I want to exceed everything he has accomplished, so that his legacy is destroyed. Nothing can stop me, not the falling apart of the Dark Carnival and certainly not some man that is suffering from a chemical imbalance. Fate, I am sorry that this match is happening so soon, for I feel someday down the line this match would be one for the record books, when we both have our feet tested, when not so much rides on it. But I realize, and I think that you do too, more then just bragging rights are on the line here. One of us will go further up the ladder, not being relegated to Trauma anymore, being put onto the main card, with the other major superstars here, like your Dark Prophet would be, or like my father would be. However, we are both mere younglings here, but we have a great responsibility. We will be setting the tone for the entire Pay Per View, we will initiate the Battlegrounds, and we will leave a trail of one another’s blood in our wake…
I have decided to do something different at this point of my life, and recollect a poem by Robert Frost in this moment in my life. Because, we are two men that are traveling together, we are both trying to reach the same destination. We are traveling a desolate road, and at this point, at Battlegrounds, the road splits now we must stop and look at the choices….
Two roads diverged in a wood
And I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference
See, my whole life I have wandered down the path less traveled. I was in and out of juvenile homes, I was raised by my domineering grandmother instead of a positive role like my mother would have been. I haven’t done anything the easy way, I stood by idly as my life was more and more difficult. I am not complaining mind you, I am comparing how my life took a path that hasn’t been traveled, and you Fate, you also have taken this path. You, and your cocaine addiction and massive chemical imbalance that has left your body crumbling and weak is not a path that many people would choose, but you did, and in the long run have you any regrets?
Fate, I am here to change the way I go about things, I am here to for once in my life not be goaded into taking the wrong path, the less traveled path for it leads to nothing but remorse and loss. I am, this weekend going to take the better path, the path of victory that will lead me to the promised land of big paychecks and title shots. I no longer and going to sit by and watch my father be successful, I am going to quickly and hastily take a path this time.
At Battlegrounds a new path is forged, and it isn’t Fate that chooses what path I take. You, nor the metaphorical Fate will choose my path for me, I know where I am traveling, I know what I am going towards, and I am setting on the path that is more traveled, the one that leads to the promised land and you my friend will once again be sauntering off course and heading to the road less traveled. On this road you will face adversity and I have no doubt that you will, as you have before defeat it. For two paths will become one and I am sure that we will meet once again. Maybe next time Fate will decide which path we each choose, but tomorrow night I decide.
And I choose…
Victory…
(Fin)