Post by Gib on Mar 20, 2009 15:09:59 GMT -6
(Scene opens to an area full of debris, junked cars, refrigerators lying on their sides dirt covering the ground with only a few thin roads made of gravel covering meager areas. When the camera goes around a corner we see a couple hoods that have been ripped from the vehicles and are propped next to one another, a small fire is burning in front of the area. You hear the sound of heavy breathing, and when you look behind this faux habitat, or dwelling, or whatever you want to call it you see the massive form of Homeless Harold curling what appear to be cinder blocks in each of his arms. His muscles contract and flex, veins attempting to burst through his skin with each tightening)
Jimmy this town is lovely isn’t it? The bright lights, the big city, that is what is on the surface, but what lies beneath? Sewers, rats and filth, garbage and junkyards like this are what you see after you scratch the beautiful surface and see the seething, dilapidated underbelly of this sinful den. There is nothing here but people that don’t see what is beyond their own life. People, who are so arrogant that they can’t even hold the door for someone, are the inhabitants of this messy, dirty cesspool. You can talk all you want about how this city is what the world is about, but truly this town after this Sunday will represent nothing more then the town that Jimmy Zane was buried in, the town where his career ended, the town where his body was destroyed, maimed and torn asunder. I aim to finish what I started a few weeks ago, I didn’t do my job last time and Adam was mad at me. This week, I will do my job, come this time next week, there will be no Jimmy Zane, only a shell, only a body for this weekend is the weekend that I break your spirit once and for all.
(He drops the blocks and dust flies into the air, his pants turning an even darker shade of brown then they were previous.)
Making up stories about time we spent together will not change your fate. I was born in this city, the names Punisher, Xander, they mean nothing to me, nothing. My earliest recollection of life is when a few streets over a man by the name of Leonard Fox relieved himself on my house and I came to find that new job, the American Dream. Big money, big prizes a home, a mortgage, a car, a second mortgage, credit debt and bankruptcy, I mean, I just wanted what everyone else had. I guess, if you want to point fingers and blame then everyone, not just you Zane, but everyone who goes about their daily existence without even taking a second to look next to them, without taking a second to see how their actions truly affect those around them. Remember a few short months ago I was fighting for the Resistance and truly helping them, and suddenly you all turned on me and forced my hand. You didn’t help, when you look in my eyes Jimmy what do you see? No, not the Cult of Personality, but instead you will see the downfall of humanity. The storied existence of Harold has roots in all the negativity that has surrounded me since that fateful day that Fox spread his golden liquids on me.
(He comes close to the camera and the camera focuses on his mask)
When you look into my eyes I want you to see all your mistakes, all of your failures all of your vices because when it comes down to it, when it really, truly comes down to it that is what I am, I am all the things that are wrong with this world wrapped up into one large, scary ball. I am greed, sloth, envy, lust, wrath, envy and pride. And I am all of those things wrapped in a package that is too large for anyone to handle. There used to be something more to me, but then in a few weeks everything changed. Someone humiliated me in ways that I couldn’t handle, I did things that I couldn’t believe and then it was like thinking about those moments, and who I was, was far too difficult to deal with. They say that people can lie to their selves so well at times that they actually believe what they are saying, maybe that is what I have done. Maybe I am subconsciously forgetting these moments that you speak of on purpose, or maybe they don’t exist at all. Maybe you are trying to build some sort of story between us trying to lower my defenses so that you can gain an advantage….
(Harold suddenly turns angry, his chest rises and falls with the increased breathing, he almost snorts)
I don’t like it when people play games Jimmy, I don’t like it one bit. Adam is the only one who has been honest with me, he has shown me what I am really capable of, he showed me what my devastating power can bring me, and for that I am forever in his debt. He has held nothing over my head, he has made me realize that that other person that existed is no longer with us, and that there is no reason to live in the past when there is such a bright future. The man that you claim I once was is no longer, for now there is only Harold. Jimmy, you can’t handle me, there is no way it is possible.
You can jump around the ring, using speed and agility, but like a fly annoying a spider eventually you will make a wrong move, and eventually I am going to get a hold of you. Remember the first time Zane? I was hesitant to attack you until my friend Adam told me what you said, he told me all about the things you did and then I relished putting you through those tables. Do you remember the second time? When I harpooned your face through the turnbuckle? This time I am going to use the Homeless Hook to disconnect the top part of your head from the bottom.
(He points to his mask)
Under this mask there is nothing the world cares about, there is nothing they want to see anymore. Adam told me that the only way to forge my way into the future is to eliminate that which I once was, forget those that I once knew and to reignite what used to make people fear me, the reckless abandon that made Homeless Harold the most feared man on this planet. Don’t try to fill my head with lies Jimmy, don’t try to make me reminisce those times when Adam said I was making an idiot of myself for money, as I stated I have blocked those memories from my head, that part of me is dead, but with the death of that person came the birth of Harold, the ignition of a new beast altogether one that is not going to stop moving forward until everything is his path has not only been defeated, but completely destroyed. The people don’t care about me anymore Jimmy, and you are one of those people, thus I must only do things for my own benefit.
(His arms spread as the fire dies down behind him, the eerie glow on his mask created with the twilight in the sky creates an uneasy feeling)
Focus on the mask Zane, try to remove it, try to bring the nostalgia to life. Here is the interesting thing, what is under this mask matters not. This mask is the alpha and the omega; this mask is who I am. It is the single solitary thing that protects me from the cruel, cold abusive world that surrounds me, that has crushed my spirit and crushed my resolve. You shall not take it; there will be no great reunion, no great surprises, no feel good moment at the end of this match. The fans will be in tears, crying, throwing objects at me, and screaming profanity for what I did to you. Awhile ago I didn’t want to hurt you, but for some reason now I just want to split your skull.
(The camera pans out as the last of the fire dies down Harold crawls inside his shanty, and speaks, monotonous)
The time for remembering the past and hoping for a return to glory is over. I realize my place in this business now, and it is at the side of Adam Knite, it is being the lackey of the revolution until I can serve them no more purpose and they throw me aside. See, I am not a stupid man, I realize that as soon as I am of no use to them that they will simply destroy me. I want to be destroyed, I want to be freed, I want this all to end.
A while back I hoped that once again they would stand for me, and that they would cheer for me and all along I was laying down false pretense. Now, I realize that the times have changed, people have changed and I must change to.
They will never stand
They will never cheer…
So I will crush them….
One by one…. Starting with you Jimmy… Starting with you.
(Scene fades)
Jimmy this town is lovely isn’t it? The bright lights, the big city, that is what is on the surface, but what lies beneath? Sewers, rats and filth, garbage and junkyards like this are what you see after you scratch the beautiful surface and see the seething, dilapidated underbelly of this sinful den. There is nothing here but people that don’t see what is beyond their own life. People, who are so arrogant that they can’t even hold the door for someone, are the inhabitants of this messy, dirty cesspool. You can talk all you want about how this city is what the world is about, but truly this town after this Sunday will represent nothing more then the town that Jimmy Zane was buried in, the town where his career ended, the town where his body was destroyed, maimed and torn asunder. I aim to finish what I started a few weeks ago, I didn’t do my job last time and Adam was mad at me. This week, I will do my job, come this time next week, there will be no Jimmy Zane, only a shell, only a body for this weekend is the weekend that I break your spirit once and for all.
(He drops the blocks and dust flies into the air, his pants turning an even darker shade of brown then they were previous.)
Making up stories about time we spent together will not change your fate. I was born in this city, the names Punisher, Xander, they mean nothing to me, nothing. My earliest recollection of life is when a few streets over a man by the name of Leonard Fox relieved himself on my house and I came to find that new job, the American Dream. Big money, big prizes a home, a mortgage, a car, a second mortgage, credit debt and bankruptcy, I mean, I just wanted what everyone else had. I guess, if you want to point fingers and blame then everyone, not just you Zane, but everyone who goes about their daily existence without even taking a second to look next to them, without taking a second to see how their actions truly affect those around them. Remember a few short months ago I was fighting for the Resistance and truly helping them, and suddenly you all turned on me and forced my hand. You didn’t help, when you look in my eyes Jimmy what do you see? No, not the Cult of Personality, but instead you will see the downfall of humanity. The storied existence of Harold has roots in all the negativity that has surrounded me since that fateful day that Fox spread his golden liquids on me.
(He comes close to the camera and the camera focuses on his mask)
When you look into my eyes I want you to see all your mistakes, all of your failures all of your vices because when it comes down to it, when it really, truly comes down to it that is what I am, I am all the things that are wrong with this world wrapped up into one large, scary ball. I am greed, sloth, envy, lust, wrath, envy and pride. And I am all of those things wrapped in a package that is too large for anyone to handle. There used to be something more to me, but then in a few weeks everything changed. Someone humiliated me in ways that I couldn’t handle, I did things that I couldn’t believe and then it was like thinking about those moments, and who I was, was far too difficult to deal with. They say that people can lie to their selves so well at times that they actually believe what they are saying, maybe that is what I have done. Maybe I am subconsciously forgetting these moments that you speak of on purpose, or maybe they don’t exist at all. Maybe you are trying to build some sort of story between us trying to lower my defenses so that you can gain an advantage….
(Harold suddenly turns angry, his chest rises and falls with the increased breathing, he almost snorts)
I don’t like it when people play games Jimmy, I don’t like it one bit. Adam is the only one who has been honest with me, he has shown me what I am really capable of, he showed me what my devastating power can bring me, and for that I am forever in his debt. He has held nothing over my head, he has made me realize that that other person that existed is no longer with us, and that there is no reason to live in the past when there is such a bright future. The man that you claim I once was is no longer, for now there is only Harold. Jimmy, you can’t handle me, there is no way it is possible.
You can jump around the ring, using speed and agility, but like a fly annoying a spider eventually you will make a wrong move, and eventually I am going to get a hold of you. Remember the first time Zane? I was hesitant to attack you until my friend Adam told me what you said, he told me all about the things you did and then I relished putting you through those tables. Do you remember the second time? When I harpooned your face through the turnbuckle? This time I am going to use the Homeless Hook to disconnect the top part of your head from the bottom.
(He points to his mask)
Under this mask there is nothing the world cares about, there is nothing they want to see anymore. Adam told me that the only way to forge my way into the future is to eliminate that which I once was, forget those that I once knew and to reignite what used to make people fear me, the reckless abandon that made Homeless Harold the most feared man on this planet. Don’t try to fill my head with lies Jimmy, don’t try to make me reminisce those times when Adam said I was making an idiot of myself for money, as I stated I have blocked those memories from my head, that part of me is dead, but with the death of that person came the birth of Harold, the ignition of a new beast altogether one that is not going to stop moving forward until everything is his path has not only been defeated, but completely destroyed. The people don’t care about me anymore Jimmy, and you are one of those people, thus I must only do things for my own benefit.
(His arms spread as the fire dies down behind him, the eerie glow on his mask created with the twilight in the sky creates an uneasy feeling)
Focus on the mask Zane, try to remove it, try to bring the nostalgia to life. Here is the interesting thing, what is under this mask matters not. This mask is the alpha and the omega; this mask is who I am. It is the single solitary thing that protects me from the cruel, cold abusive world that surrounds me, that has crushed my spirit and crushed my resolve. You shall not take it; there will be no great reunion, no great surprises, no feel good moment at the end of this match. The fans will be in tears, crying, throwing objects at me, and screaming profanity for what I did to you. Awhile ago I didn’t want to hurt you, but for some reason now I just want to split your skull.
(The camera pans out as the last of the fire dies down Harold crawls inside his shanty, and speaks, monotonous)
The time for remembering the past and hoping for a return to glory is over. I realize my place in this business now, and it is at the side of Adam Knite, it is being the lackey of the revolution until I can serve them no more purpose and they throw me aside. See, I am not a stupid man, I realize that as soon as I am of no use to them that they will simply destroy me. I want to be destroyed, I want to be freed, I want this all to end.
A while back I hoped that once again they would stand for me, and that they would cheer for me and all along I was laying down false pretense. Now, I realize that the times have changed, people have changed and I must change to.
They will never stand
They will never cheer…
So I will crush them….
One by one…. Starting with you Jimmy… Starting with you.
(Scene fades)