Post by tvo on Mar 8, 2007 20:46:47 GMT -5
(OOC Note my sister, at 15 years old passed away of the Seventh of March 2007, I apologize for any non TVO like comments)
The camera fades in on a dimly lit ring. There is a man sitting in the middle of the ring on a folding chair with a folding chair holding a boombox as well. There is music playing in the background. The music begins to get louder as the shaded man in the ring turns up the boombox sitting next to him in the middle of the ring. The song as it gets louder is recognized as November Rain by Guns N Roses. The man sits in the chair rocking back and forth sobbing and holding his head. As the camera gets closer, you see it is the Violent One. He acknowledges the camera, and says get in the ring. The camera man obliges and enters the ring. TVO begins to speak.
TVO: Ya know, I never actually listened to this song with a sense of what Axel Rose meant by the lyrics. In hindsight I wish I did. You see when you lose someone very close to you your life changes. Some people handle the change better than others. I on the other hand take it very hard. I mean, when you lose someone you grew up with since the time you were six, you kind of get what I like to call a brain fuck. It just fucks up your brain. Do I even care if I lose my match with Boone, against some rejects the Red Devil Mafia, not really, at least that would give me time to morn. But then again maybe mourning is the the last thing I should be doing. Maybe I should keep my mind off of the funeral, and my mind off of the wake. Ya know that probably would be a good thing. So maybe it is a good thing that my life as a wrestler is on the line in a loser leaves WCF match.
TVO stops for a minute turns down the boombox, breathes in deep, sobs a little and then begins to speak again.
TVO: Twizted and Carrol or how ever you wanted to be called, I personally don't give a shit, right now you two are in the way of a line drive pitch right at the heart. And frankly I couldn't think of a better way to look at it. You two are stepping into the ring against Boone, a damn tough mother fucker, and a very pissed off emotionally unstable wrestler in me. All I can say to you two is that I hope you bring everything. The kitchen sink, baseball bats, lead pipes, I don't give a flying fuck. You are stepping into the ring with a man that has literally nothing else to loose. I lost my closest sibling, what else can you take from me I ask you to tell me. I dare you to tell me! Come Sunday, get ready to see a side of me not even Boone, Knite, or TXo has ever seen, and that spells nothing but trouble for you two bitches. Just remember that.
TVO puts his head back into his hands and begins to sob again. The camera fades out as he turns the boombox back up again.
(OOC note again guys I apologize, but venting helped)
The camera fades in on a dimly lit ring. There is a man sitting in the middle of the ring on a folding chair with a folding chair holding a boombox as well. There is music playing in the background. The music begins to get louder as the shaded man in the ring turns up the boombox sitting next to him in the middle of the ring. The song as it gets louder is recognized as November Rain by Guns N Roses. The man sits in the chair rocking back and forth sobbing and holding his head. As the camera gets closer, you see it is the Violent One. He acknowledges the camera, and says get in the ring. The camera man obliges and enters the ring. TVO begins to speak.
TVO: Ya know, I never actually listened to this song with a sense of what Axel Rose meant by the lyrics. In hindsight I wish I did. You see when you lose someone very close to you your life changes. Some people handle the change better than others. I on the other hand take it very hard. I mean, when you lose someone you grew up with since the time you were six, you kind of get what I like to call a brain fuck. It just fucks up your brain. Do I even care if I lose my match with Boone, against some rejects the Red Devil Mafia, not really, at least that would give me time to morn. But then again maybe mourning is the the last thing I should be doing. Maybe I should keep my mind off of the funeral, and my mind off of the wake. Ya know that probably would be a good thing. So maybe it is a good thing that my life as a wrestler is on the line in a loser leaves WCF match.
TVO stops for a minute turns down the boombox, breathes in deep, sobs a little and then begins to speak again.
TVO: Twizted and Carrol or how ever you wanted to be called, I personally don't give a shit, right now you two are in the way of a line drive pitch right at the heart. And frankly I couldn't think of a better way to look at it. You two are stepping into the ring against Boone, a damn tough mother fucker, and a very pissed off emotionally unstable wrestler in me. All I can say to you two is that I hope you bring everything. The kitchen sink, baseball bats, lead pipes, I don't give a flying fuck. You are stepping into the ring with a man that has literally nothing else to loose. I lost my closest sibling, what else can you take from me I ask you to tell me. I dare you to tell me! Come Sunday, get ready to see a side of me not even Boone, Knite, or TXo has ever seen, and that spells nothing but trouble for you two bitches. Just remember that.
TVO puts his head back into his hands and begins to sob again. The camera fades out as he turns the boombox back up again.
(OOC note again guys I apologize, but venting helped)
