Post by Crow on Aug 11, 2013 17:11:02 GMT -5
Let’s begin shall we?
~The scene begins in a room in the back of the MPW arena. Sitting in a middle of the darkened room, Crow sits in a steel chair with his old mask in hand. The mix of dried up blood of his own and that of Diablo mixes well together against the white surface of that of his mask. Yet another get piece of art work that was created by Crow. A single light from a lamp from a corner of a room is just enough light to show off Crow, but there’s enough darkness in the room to show that the majority of the room is in fact nearly blacked out. Crow seems to be in a trance, somewhere in his own little world as he stares at the mask in hand. He moves his hand across the mask for a little bit….but stops when a familiar voice from his past stops him dead in his tracks. The voice? That of his deceased wife Emily.
Emily: “Why do you keep me waiting my dear? I’ve waited so long to have you in my arms again. I miss your warmth against my body. I miss the touch of your skin……the feeling of your lips laid upon mine. I miss the man that I once and will always love. But as I look at you now……. I don’t see the love in your eyes anymore. I’m missing the eternal bliss that filled my heart when you were near. I don’t see the kindness of your heart. I don’t see humanity in your soul. What happen to the man that I once loved? Have you truly lost your way? Is your soul so tormented that you have forgotten the man you used to be?”
~A female’s hand comes from out of the shadows and places her hand on Crow’s shoulder. Crow still sits, fixated on the mask sitting before him.
Emily: “Come back to me my love. I need you. No more fighting. No more anger. No more battles. No more pain. No more suffering. Return to me and we will be together once and for all.”
~The half of Emily’s face can be seen now as the other half is covered by the darkness. The side that can be seen is that of a beautiful looking female with black hair and blue eye. Her head lowers down to be next to Crow’s as she continues to talk.
Emily: “Or don’t you want to come back to me? Is it that you never loved me in the first place? Is that why you still live in the land of the living? Was our love just a fairy tale? Or was our love just something you didn’t want any more? Was our love fake or was it all just one lie to crush my heart? Our love was just a game to you wasn’t it? WASN’T IT?!”
~The anger in her voice quickly goes away as she talks again in the smooth, loving voice from before..
Emily: “I’m sorry my love. I just miss you so much. It’s been so long. The wait for us to be together again…….is completely overwhelming at times. I know you love me and there is nothing more that you wish for us to be together someday……..I just want to know when……that is all. How much longer are we going to be away from one another? How much longer must you wrestle? How much longer am I to fall to second place to the pain caused by your hand? How much longer must we wait?”
~Emily moves her entire face into the picture to show the half of her face that was covered in darkness to reveal that that half is nothing but bone and not of flesh and blood.
Emily: “How hard is it to die my love? How hard is it to truly give one’s life up? You did it once for me, why not do so again?”
~Emily plants a kiss on Crow’ forehead. She backs away, expecting something in return. Crow doesn’t look up though. He continues to look down at the mask in his hand. Seeing this, Emily moves back into the shadows, leaving her hand still firm on Crow’s shoulder.
Emily: “Whatever your reason is for still staying in this world my love…….it must be important to stay away from me for so long. I just need you with me once again. To touch, to feel, to love......Do what you must but remember……..I love you. And I always will.”
~With that, Emily’s hand slips back into the darkness. Silence fills the room for a few seconds as Crow continues to stare at the mask in front of him. Slowly, he brings the mask up to his face and looks through the eye holes to look at the camera in front of him. Crow suddenly breaks the silence as he begins to talk.
Crow: “Last week, I took out an individual who was supposed to be the scariest and most dangerous men in MPW. For weeks we played cat and mouse….trying to figure out who could outdo the other without really laying finger on each other. This went on for months and to tell the truth, it was painful for me. It was painful because I couldn’t get my hands on this shadowy figure. I couldn’t wrap my hands around his throat and choke him to death. But…..but the day finally came. The day that I had dreamt for, for countless days and weeks, with every second passing by feeling as an eternity, had finally come and it was just as good as I could had imagined. There was blood. There was broken bones. There was pain and agony. And at the end of it all…….I choke the son bitch and brought him back to hell where he belonged. In doing so……I received the one thing that brought me to MPW to the first place. My wife’s wedding ring. And now that I’ve received it back…..the question is………what now?
~Crow pauses for a second as he places the mask that he’s been holding up in front of his face back in his lap. Crow’s eyes still lock onto the mask, ignoring everything else in the world.
Crow: “What am I going to do now that I no longer have a purpose here in MPW? Should I go after Championship titles? Should I continue my path of destruction and continue to count the bodies that I leave in my path? Or should I just leave and continue my old life of being a patient in a mental institute to help me with my……lets call them “personal problems”. I was willing to walk away until I saw something that…..intrigued me. Something that caught my eye and seemed like something that would be fun. Something that would be interesting and something that would seem worthwhile to be around for.
Before me I saw an opportunity to spread my method of thinking on a company that so desperately in need of it. I saw this little war between the Resistance and Iconic Aggression begin and I couldn’t help but think this would be an opportunity of a lifetime to have some fun with someone else’s misery. See, I’m like a cancer to a wrestling company. My actions in the ring can cause bodily harm to anyone in the stadium because I’m able to take out people with my preferred style of wrestling. My voice is like barbed wire being pulled over your ears, shredding them into something completely unrecognizable. As you listen to my words, they wrap around your soul and begin to suffocate it until it’s nothing more than dried up husk.
Roxi, the only thing I want is to cause destruction and chaos here in the MPW. I want to pour gasoline over this place, light a match, and watch it all burn down to the ground. I want the fans to burn, I want the wrestlers to burn, and I want management to burn. And as I walk among the ash and the destruction…….with these hands…….with these hands I can reform. With these hands I can create. With these hands I’m able to transform the MPW into something unique……something special……something in my own image.
For myself to do such a thing, though, it takes a lot of time, a lot of effort, and a lot of lucky breaks. But this little feud between the Resistance and Iconic Aggression is the perfect opportunity to begin my conquest of MPW. Two of the most powerful groups of MPW will be going at each other’s throats. You two are pretty much doing the hard work for me. So while you’re trying to kill each other, you’ll be too busy to see the destruction and chaos that I’ll be causing to the rest of the fed. And when I’m done with these poor little souls, all I have to do is wait and see who survives this upcoming war between your two teams. And whoever survives, just as they think they’ve won the battle……I’ll come up from behind and slit their throat and watch as the blood spills out of their body……proving that I won the war.
~Crow finally looks up from the mask and stares straight into the camera, eyes filled with the wild pain that tears at Crow from the inside.
Roxi……I can tell you right now……my threats against this company and everyone in it are not a bluff. It’s only a matter of time before my apocalypse hands me the keys to this godforsaken place……and only the strong will survive while the weak and feeble die. There is a silver lining here for you Roxi. You have an opportunity to save the MPW from me. Right now Roxi, you and your group of pathetic fools can stop me while I’m still assembling my forces. The question is…….will you set your redemption and your hatred against Trey, Lucas, and Jackson aside……or will my words fall upon deaf ears as you continue your chosen path?
Roxi, you came back to MPW for revenge. You came back to get redemption for what Iconic Aggression did to you. The problem with the type of revenge that you want to play in your mind is that there are somethings that you won’t do, lines you refuse to cross. You won’t pull that trigger to make your deepest, darkest fantasies come true. So what’s stopping you Roxi? You won’t do what must be done because you don’t want the blood on your hands. You won’t do it because you’re afraid of what people will say about your actions. You’re afraid of what friends, family, and loved ones will say to you if they ever saw that person that you truly are. You’re afraid to be looked at by each and every one of those fans surrounding the ring to look at you and see the freak that you’ve become. No……you won’t pull that trigger when the time is right because you still have a conscious to tell you what’s right and what’s wrong.
You want to be that person, though, don’t you Roxi? I can see it when I look into your soul. You desperately want that revenge. You can almost taste their blood on your tongue. You can almost feel their bones breaking from underneath your hands. No one else knows what you went through except for yourself. They weren’t there to be humiliated by Trey Baxter. They weren’t tossed aside like a piece of meat and fed to the buzzards like you were Roxi. No. You went through all that torment and they deserve the torture that is soon to follow. I know you want to be that person to pull that trigger Roxi. You want them to hurt just like they hurt you. Let me help you Roxi. Let me help you have those three men……those men that humiliated you……let me help you bring them to their knees. Let me help you bring that gun up to each and every one of their heads. Let me help you pull that trigger and watch as their brains scatter across the ring, their blood pooling together as your own private red carpet for the arrival of the redeemed Roxi Johnson. Let me help you to be the person that you were meant to be……let me help you become the person that we are all supposed to be. You know you want to be that person that you’ve fantasized for all of your life. Be that boogie man that you were afraid of all those years ago and understand that the boogie man isn’t the bad guy……but he’s actually the good guy.
~Crow laughs to himself for just a second, but his eyes lock back onto the mask sitting before him. Crow runs his fingers over the dried blood on the mask, which almost brings out a smile.
You need the boogie man in life. You need the darkness and you need the pure evil in a world to counteract with the good……because without one, the other can’t survive.
~End Scene
~The scene begins in a room in the back of the MPW arena. Sitting in a middle of the darkened room, Crow sits in a steel chair with his old mask in hand. The mix of dried up blood of his own and that of Diablo mixes well together against the white surface of that of his mask. Yet another get piece of art work that was created by Crow. A single light from a lamp from a corner of a room is just enough light to show off Crow, but there’s enough darkness in the room to show that the majority of the room is in fact nearly blacked out. Crow seems to be in a trance, somewhere in his own little world as he stares at the mask in hand. He moves his hand across the mask for a little bit….but stops when a familiar voice from his past stops him dead in his tracks. The voice? That of his deceased wife Emily.
Emily: “Why do you keep me waiting my dear? I’ve waited so long to have you in my arms again. I miss your warmth against my body. I miss the touch of your skin……the feeling of your lips laid upon mine. I miss the man that I once and will always love. But as I look at you now……. I don’t see the love in your eyes anymore. I’m missing the eternal bliss that filled my heart when you were near. I don’t see the kindness of your heart. I don’t see humanity in your soul. What happen to the man that I once loved? Have you truly lost your way? Is your soul so tormented that you have forgotten the man you used to be?”
~A female’s hand comes from out of the shadows and places her hand on Crow’s shoulder. Crow still sits, fixated on the mask sitting before him.
Emily: “Come back to me my love. I need you. No more fighting. No more anger. No more battles. No more pain. No more suffering. Return to me and we will be together once and for all.”
~The half of Emily’s face can be seen now as the other half is covered by the darkness. The side that can be seen is that of a beautiful looking female with black hair and blue eye. Her head lowers down to be next to Crow’s as she continues to talk.
Emily: “Or don’t you want to come back to me? Is it that you never loved me in the first place? Is that why you still live in the land of the living? Was our love just a fairy tale? Or was our love just something you didn’t want any more? Was our love fake or was it all just one lie to crush my heart? Our love was just a game to you wasn’t it? WASN’T IT?!”
~The anger in her voice quickly goes away as she talks again in the smooth, loving voice from before..
Emily: “I’m sorry my love. I just miss you so much. It’s been so long. The wait for us to be together again…….is completely overwhelming at times. I know you love me and there is nothing more that you wish for us to be together someday……..I just want to know when……that is all. How much longer are we going to be away from one another? How much longer must you wrestle? How much longer am I to fall to second place to the pain caused by your hand? How much longer must we wait?”
~Emily moves her entire face into the picture to show the half of her face that was covered in darkness to reveal that that half is nothing but bone and not of flesh and blood.
Emily: “How hard is it to die my love? How hard is it to truly give one’s life up? You did it once for me, why not do so again?”
~Emily plants a kiss on Crow’ forehead. She backs away, expecting something in return. Crow doesn’t look up though. He continues to look down at the mask in his hand. Seeing this, Emily moves back into the shadows, leaving her hand still firm on Crow’s shoulder.
Emily: “Whatever your reason is for still staying in this world my love…….it must be important to stay away from me for so long. I just need you with me once again. To touch, to feel, to love......Do what you must but remember……..I love you. And I always will.”
~With that, Emily’s hand slips back into the darkness. Silence fills the room for a few seconds as Crow continues to stare at the mask in front of him. Slowly, he brings the mask up to his face and looks through the eye holes to look at the camera in front of him. Crow suddenly breaks the silence as he begins to talk.
Crow: “Last week, I took out an individual who was supposed to be the scariest and most dangerous men in MPW. For weeks we played cat and mouse….trying to figure out who could outdo the other without really laying finger on each other. This went on for months and to tell the truth, it was painful for me. It was painful because I couldn’t get my hands on this shadowy figure. I couldn’t wrap my hands around his throat and choke him to death. But…..but the day finally came. The day that I had dreamt for, for countless days and weeks, with every second passing by feeling as an eternity, had finally come and it was just as good as I could had imagined. There was blood. There was broken bones. There was pain and agony. And at the end of it all…….I choke the son bitch and brought him back to hell where he belonged. In doing so……I received the one thing that brought me to MPW to the first place. My wife’s wedding ring. And now that I’ve received it back…..the question is………what now?
~Crow pauses for a second as he places the mask that he’s been holding up in front of his face back in his lap. Crow’s eyes still lock onto the mask, ignoring everything else in the world.
Crow: “What am I going to do now that I no longer have a purpose here in MPW? Should I go after Championship titles? Should I continue my path of destruction and continue to count the bodies that I leave in my path? Or should I just leave and continue my old life of being a patient in a mental institute to help me with my……lets call them “personal problems”. I was willing to walk away until I saw something that…..intrigued me. Something that caught my eye and seemed like something that would be fun. Something that would be interesting and something that would seem worthwhile to be around for.
Before me I saw an opportunity to spread my method of thinking on a company that so desperately in need of it. I saw this little war between the Resistance and Iconic Aggression begin and I couldn’t help but think this would be an opportunity of a lifetime to have some fun with someone else’s misery. See, I’m like a cancer to a wrestling company. My actions in the ring can cause bodily harm to anyone in the stadium because I’m able to take out people with my preferred style of wrestling. My voice is like barbed wire being pulled over your ears, shredding them into something completely unrecognizable. As you listen to my words, they wrap around your soul and begin to suffocate it until it’s nothing more than dried up husk.
Roxi, the only thing I want is to cause destruction and chaos here in the MPW. I want to pour gasoline over this place, light a match, and watch it all burn down to the ground. I want the fans to burn, I want the wrestlers to burn, and I want management to burn. And as I walk among the ash and the destruction…….with these hands…….with these hands I can reform. With these hands I can create. With these hands I’m able to transform the MPW into something unique……something special……something in my own image.
For myself to do such a thing, though, it takes a lot of time, a lot of effort, and a lot of lucky breaks. But this little feud between the Resistance and Iconic Aggression is the perfect opportunity to begin my conquest of MPW. Two of the most powerful groups of MPW will be going at each other’s throats. You two are pretty much doing the hard work for me. So while you’re trying to kill each other, you’ll be too busy to see the destruction and chaos that I’ll be causing to the rest of the fed. And when I’m done with these poor little souls, all I have to do is wait and see who survives this upcoming war between your two teams. And whoever survives, just as they think they’ve won the battle……I’ll come up from behind and slit their throat and watch as the blood spills out of their body……proving that I won the war.
~Crow finally looks up from the mask and stares straight into the camera, eyes filled with the wild pain that tears at Crow from the inside.
Roxi……I can tell you right now……my threats against this company and everyone in it are not a bluff. It’s only a matter of time before my apocalypse hands me the keys to this godforsaken place……and only the strong will survive while the weak and feeble die. There is a silver lining here for you Roxi. You have an opportunity to save the MPW from me. Right now Roxi, you and your group of pathetic fools can stop me while I’m still assembling my forces. The question is…….will you set your redemption and your hatred against Trey, Lucas, and Jackson aside……or will my words fall upon deaf ears as you continue your chosen path?
Roxi, you came back to MPW for revenge. You came back to get redemption for what Iconic Aggression did to you. The problem with the type of revenge that you want to play in your mind is that there are somethings that you won’t do, lines you refuse to cross. You won’t pull that trigger to make your deepest, darkest fantasies come true. So what’s stopping you Roxi? You won’t do what must be done because you don’t want the blood on your hands. You won’t do it because you’re afraid of what people will say about your actions. You’re afraid of what friends, family, and loved ones will say to you if they ever saw that person that you truly are. You’re afraid to be looked at by each and every one of those fans surrounding the ring to look at you and see the freak that you’ve become. No……you won’t pull that trigger when the time is right because you still have a conscious to tell you what’s right and what’s wrong.
You want to be that person, though, don’t you Roxi? I can see it when I look into your soul. You desperately want that revenge. You can almost taste their blood on your tongue. You can almost feel their bones breaking from underneath your hands. No one else knows what you went through except for yourself. They weren’t there to be humiliated by Trey Baxter. They weren’t tossed aside like a piece of meat and fed to the buzzards like you were Roxi. No. You went through all that torment and they deserve the torture that is soon to follow. I know you want to be that person to pull that trigger Roxi. You want them to hurt just like they hurt you. Let me help you Roxi. Let me help you have those three men……those men that humiliated you……let me help you bring them to their knees. Let me help you bring that gun up to each and every one of their heads. Let me help you pull that trigger and watch as their brains scatter across the ring, their blood pooling together as your own private red carpet for the arrival of the redeemed Roxi Johnson. Let me help you to be the person that you were meant to be……let me help you become the person that we are all supposed to be. You know you want to be that person that you’ve fantasized for all of your life. Be that boogie man that you were afraid of all those years ago and understand that the boogie man isn’t the bad guy……but he’s actually the good guy.
~Crow laughs to himself for just a second, but his eyes lock back onto the mask sitting before him. Crow runs his fingers over the dried blood on the mask, which almost brings out a smile.
You need the boogie man in life. You need the darkness and you need the pure evil in a world to counteract with the good……because without one, the other can’t survive.
~End Scene
