Post by Gib on Jan 9, 2009 15:05:26 GMT -6
(White overtakes the screen, when the camera pans back you see two eyes looking deep into the camera, possibly even the inner reaches of your soul. The camera pans back and we see the mask that once meant happiness, that once meant redemption but now upon close inspection it is hard to see anything beyond sadness, lying and deception.)
(Harold sits in a waiting area. He is wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that is tight around his massive biceps. He looks clean, groomed, yet still has on his head the mask covers the reality of who he is, covers up his sins of his past. Although it doesn’t make the things he did right, for awhile, just for awhile he didn’t have to think about them, or worry about them.)
It starts with the itching…
(each of his hands grabs the other arm, gently scratching and rubbing)
It feels like a colony of worms has entered your arms, your legs, and your torso. They crawl around, attempting to mate, to create more and you must itch. You must make it stop, or else it will get worse. You can think of nothing else to do but scratch, stop it, but that doesn’t stop the pain, that doesn’t stop the itching. It makes it worse; it feeds it until the sensation is so powerful is drive you crazy.
Then you start to sweat. Any hydrant that entered your body leaves by any means necessary, drop by precious drop they leave your body like the precious blood of a hemophiliac. Leaving you thirsty with no drink, or at least not one that can cure the sensation of thirst, drinking just makes you want more, the reaction your body has to the cold touching your lips begins another reaction, the sweat continues, perspiration overcomes your face drenching your clothes.
And then the cold sets in, the endless shivering, the chill that touches your very bones. You want to put a blanket on, but even this will eventually be covered in sweat and will eventually, when the sweating subsides add to your feeling of frigidness, like nothing in the world can help you to warm back up. The heavy feeling of a blanket soaked by your own sweat makes the feeling last continuously.
The next thing you know, you are angry, lashing out at everyone. You alienate yourself from your family, from your friends, from those that can help. You do this until, at the very end of the day you have nothing, there is nothing, nothing but that which caused all the pain in the first place. You said you wouldn’t go back, you said it was over. That it wouldn’t consume you anymore. But you find yourself back where you began, succumbing to the might beast and allowing her to control everything about you once again. Allowing her to take your life into her hands for one more wild ride.
My demon, my addiction is wrestling, I can’t live without it. I try, I go away, I don’t want this anymore, but I can’t. When I leave, it consumes me, and when I return everyone expects me to do certain things, and say certain things and act a certain way. The way that I created years ago, the way I am not particularly proud of. I had to come back, but I didn’t want to come back as myself, because I have learned to hate myself, and everything I stood for.
This was my chance at redemption.
And my redemption was stolen from me. Now I am faced with a difficult challenge, save face and do Age of the Revolutions dirty work, or stand up for what I once was, what I still am. The problem is I am just not ready for that. I am not ready to face that part of my life again, so I will play the game, and Phil, I am sorry. I am sorrier then you can ever imagine.
(A door opens and Adam Knites face appears, he speaks to Harold)
Knite: Come on in, we have to talk.
(Harold, or whoever he is stands up and enters the office area, he stands until Knite sits down in a leather armchair and motions for Harold to sit in the other, he does. Adam starts to speak)
Knite: Ok, we both know why we are here. I want you to assist my group and you want your identity kept secret. To me, it seems that this is pretty simple. You need to beat Burns and bring the title to the Age of the Revolution.
Harold: I realize what I must do, I am not a child.
Knite: No, but you act like one so often that it is not too hard to see where I would get confused.
(Knite waits for a response, but there isn’t one, Harold sits stoic)
Knite: So, there won’t be any problems?
Harold: No, but there are a few questions…
Knite: Such as?
Harold: Why me?
Knite: I know you, despite the fact that I don’t like anything about you, I know what you are capable of. I knew when I tagged with Jackhammer there was something familiar about you, and I eventually figured it out. If you didn’t beat Jackhammer so soundly that he ran off, I probably would have just let you be. But, being huge and being able to manhandle your opponents is something we need in the Age of the Revolution, so you will be taking his place, acting as a juggernaut clearing out people until we get what we want.
Harold: Which is?
Knite: To tear the foundations of what nCw has become to its very core.
Harold: That is what I don’t understand; you have worked to build this place, to make it what it is today. Why is it that you want to tear it apart?
Knite: It is a necessary step in evolution.
Harold: I guess I see where you are coming from. I won’t lie Adam, although I don’t like the circumstance you have forced me into here, I have often wondered what would occur if you and I were on the same page for once. I have fought against you so often, and you have made me question who I am more then anyone else I have ever dealt with that it is almost calming knowing that I won’t be facing you again, for the time being.
Knite: For the time being? What is that supposed to mean?
Harold: Eventually, I will be ready for the world to know about me, eventually I will be ready for everyone to know the intricacies that are Homeless Harold, and at that point I will forcibly take the ball back, but until that moment, the ball is in your court. You know what you have done right?
Knite: I have found a way to get you on my side.
Harold: Indeed, but you must realize that controlling me isn’t the same as having me completely on your side. If you had approached me first, before the resistance, chances are that I would have joined then, but I was under your radar, you had no idea. I got to know the guys in the resistance, they are men that I would consider friends, and being forced to go against them makes me angry. You know damn well what I am capable of, and eventually I am going to bring that storm to you.
Knite: Well, we will have to cross that bridge when we come to it.
Harold: Until then, you can play your games, you can tell me what to do, and I like a serf trapped in a life of servitude will ask you how high when you tell me to jump. I planned on selling my title shot for a chicken sandwich but now, since I am being told to defeat Burns, I will go do that, but I will not hurt him. I will not engage in a hardcore battle with him. I am going to wrestle him, and I will roll him up eventually to defeat him and bide my time.
Knite: Just win the match.
Harold: You know me enough to know that I don’t lose often.
Knite: I think we are finished here.
Harold: For now, we are finished.
(Harold stands and extends a hand to Adam who shrugs it off)
Knite: This isn’t a relationship of friendship, it is a working agreement, handshakes aren’t necessary.
(Harold chuckles to himself and retracts his hand)
Harold: See you Sunday then.
(Harold leaves the office as the scene fades to black)
(Harold sits in a waiting area. He is wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that is tight around his massive biceps. He looks clean, groomed, yet still has on his head the mask covers the reality of who he is, covers up his sins of his past. Although it doesn’t make the things he did right, for awhile, just for awhile he didn’t have to think about them, or worry about them.)
It starts with the itching…
(each of his hands grabs the other arm, gently scratching and rubbing)
It feels like a colony of worms has entered your arms, your legs, and your torso. They crawl around, attempting to mate, to create more and you must itch. You must make it stop, or else it will get worse. You can think of nothing else to do but scratch, stop it, but that doesn’t stop the pain, that doesn’t stop the itching. It makes it worse; it feeds it until the sensation is so powerful is drive you crazy.
Then you start to sweat. Any hydrant that entered your body leaves by any means necessary, drop by precious drop they leave your body like the precious blood of a hemophiliac. Leaving you thirsty with no drink, or at least not one that can cure the sensation of thirst, drinking just makes you want more, the reaction your body has to the cold touching your lips begins another reaction, the sweat continues, perspiration overcomes your face drenching your clothes.
And then the cold sets in, the endless shivering, the chill that touches your very bones. You want to put a blanket on, but even this will eventually be covered in sweat and will eventually, when the sweating subsides add to your feeling of frigidness, like nothing in the world can help you to warm back up. The heavy feeling of a blanket soaked by your own sweat makes the feeling last continuously.
The next thing you know, you are angry, lashing out at everyone. You alienate yourself from your family, from your friends, from those that can help. You do this until, at the very end of the day you have nothing, there is nothing, nothing but that which caused all the pain in the first place. You said you wouldn’t go back, you said it was over. That it wouldn’t consume you anymore. But you find yourself back where you began, succumbing to the might beast and allowing her to control everything about you once again. Allowing her to take your life into her hands for one more wild ride.
My demon, my addiction is wrestling, I can’t live without it. I try, I go away, I don’t want this anymore, but I can’t. When I leave, it consumes me, and when I return everyone expects me to do certain things, and say certain things and act a certain way. The way that I created years ago, the way I am not particularly proud of. I had to come back, but I didn’t want to come back as myself, because I have learned to hate myself, and everything I stood for.
This was my chance at redemption.
And my redemption was stolen from me. Now I am faced with a difficult challenge, save face and do Age of the Revolutions dirty work, or stand up for what I once was, what I still am. The problem is I am just not ready for that. I am not ready to face that part of my life again, so I will play the game, and Phil, I am sorry. I am sorrier then you can ever imagine.
(A door opens and Adam Knites face appears, he speaks to Harold)
Knite: Come on in, we have to talk.
(Harold, or whoever he is stands up and enters the office area, he stands until Knite sits down in a leather armchair and motions for Harold to sit in the other, he does. Adam starts to speak)
Knite: Ok, we both know why we are here. I want you to assist my group and you want your identity kept secret. To me, it seems that this is pretty simple. You need to beat Burns and bring the title to the Age of the Revolution.
Harold: I realize what I must do, I am not a child.
Knite: No, but you act like one so often that it is not too hard to see where I would get confused.
(Knite waits for a response, but there isn’t one, Harold sits stoic)
Knite: So, there won’t be any problems?
Harold: No, but there are a few questions…
Knite: Such as?
Harold: Why me?
Knite: I know you, despite the fact that I don’t like anything about you, I know what you are capable of. I knew when I tagged with Jackhammer there was something familiar about you, and I eventually figured it out. If you didn’t beat Jackhammer so soundly that he ran off, I probably would have just let you be. But, being huge and being able to manhandle your opponents is something we need in the Age of the Revolution, so you will be taking his place, acting as a juggernaut clearing out people until we get what we want.
Harold: Which is?
Knite: To tear the foundations of what nCw has become to its very core.
Harold: That is what I don’t understand; you have worked to build this place, to make it what it is today. Why is it that you want to tear it apart?
Knite: It is a necessary step in evolution.
Harold: I guess I see where you are coming from. I won’t lie Adam, although I don’t like the circumstance you have forced me into here, I have often wondered what would occur if you and I were on the same page for once. I have fought against you so often, and you have made me question who I am more then anyone else I have ever dealt with that it is almost calming knowing that I won’t be facing you again, for the time being.
Knite: For the time being? What is that supposed to mean?
Harold: Eventually, I will be ready for the world to know about me, eventually I will be ready for everyone to know the intricacies that are Homeless Harold, and at that point I will forcibly take the ball back, but until that moment, the ball is in your court. You know what you have done right?
Knite: I have found a way to get you on my side.
Harold: Indeed, but you must realize that controlling me isn’t the same as having me completely on your side. If you had approached me first, before the resistance, chances are that I would have joined then, but I was under your radar, you had no idea. I got to know the guys in the resistance, they are men that I would consider friends, and being forced to go against them makes me angry. You know damn well what I am capable of, and eventually I am going to bring that storm to you.
Knite: Well, we will have to cross that bridge when we come to it.
Harold: Until then, you can play your games, you can tell me what to do, and I like a serf trapped in a life of servitude will ask you how high when you tell me to jump. I planned on selling my title shot for a chicken sandwich but now, since I am being told to defeat Burns, I will go do that, but I will not hurt him. I will not engage in a hardcore battle with him. I am going to wrestle him, and I will roll him up eventually to defeat him and bide my time.
Knite: Just win the match.
Harold: You know me enough to know that I don’t lose often.
Knite: I think we are finished here.
Harold: For now, we are finished.
(Harold stands and extends a hand to Adam who shrugs it off)
Knite: This isn’t a relationship of friendship, it is a working agreement, handshakes aren’t necessary.
(Harold chuckles to himself and retracts his hand)
Harold: See you Sunday then.
(Harold leaves the office as the scene fades to black)