Post by logan on Jan 16, 2006 20:34:07 GMT -5
(Ah, I'm giving the narration actions another shot.. their kind of fun to do.)
When I find myself in times of trouble..
Mother Mary comes to me..
Speaking words of wisdom..
Let it be..
And in my hour of darkness..
She is standing right in front of me..
Speaking words of wisdom..
Let it be, let it be.. let it be..
-=[Present]=-
"Let it be, yes, let it be." The words seeking into my skull, and whispering in my ear drums. I come to, falling asleep in my truck with the radio left on wasn't a good idea. Well, it was the only thing that worked in the truck. I had no idea where I was really, somewhere in the middle of nowhere on the side of the road sitting in a broken down truck with The Beatles giving me cold irony with "Let It Be". As the music taunted me, I got out of my truck searching around the empty long road with my eyes. Nothing in sight but black asphalt, and a sandy hot desert with death written all over it. I'm surely to be spotted, I mean it couldn't be that bad. What if I took the wrong turn? It was night when I came in, and I can't remember how I really got here in the first place. I had been drinking, drinking over my divorced wife, and drinking over the fact that she'll probably want custody over the baby girl when it's born. I wasn't perfect, as no one is.. I had problems. My breath stank of whiskey, as I reached down reaching for my cell phone catching a whiff of my breath under my nose. It was still dead, not that I could get a signal anyway. What was I going do? Why did I leave the WCF headquarters anyway? I could've just rented a hotel close to the headquarters. Damn whiskey, damn wife, damn truck, damn life. I was alone. Bill was right, I should've listened to him... and to think that "I" know what's right. I also noticed there was something wrong with my forehead.
-=[Yesterday]=-
I was coming down the hall way, angry, mad, pissed, you name it. I had every emotion inside of me waiting to pour out in one last shot of Crown Royal. Being sloppy drunk wasn't common for me, but it felt like the right thing to do. I was pushing it, bad. This wasn't the right time to drink up, and I abused it. When I came through that hall way with the expression of hell on my face everyone got the idea. No one came to me, nothing was said.. except for Bill. Before leaving the WCF headquarters, before punching various holes in the hall way, before cussing out half the WCF staff, and before pissing in the fish tank.. there was Bill to reason me. I recall him looking concerned, and he knew how bad I was hurt. He know how bad I felt over my wife, and why the whiskey got the better of me.
Bill: Don't drive man.
Logan: Move it, get out of my way.. who the hell are you anyway?
Bill: You know me, I've been working here since the second WCF. I'm Bill.
Logan: Bill? Shut up. I'm Logan.. the ignorant basterd who doesn't have anything better else to do in his life than wrestle!
Bill: It's not all that bad.
Logan: Wrestle, wrestle, wrestle!
My words won't intended, or did I even know what the hell I was saying. The whiskey spoke for me.
Bill: You really need to sober up Logan, you got the biggest WCF match this Sunday.
Logan: Who cares? Huh? I care? Why do I care..? I'm Logan damnit, I got nothing left to prove here.
Bill: Ah, don't be so shallow. I know you want this more than anyone, I seen it in your eyes when you came inside yesterday.
Logan: My eyes..?
They felt like they we're spinning to me, and moving the room with their... power.
Bill: You want to sit down man?
Logan: Get out of the way, boudle!
Pushing him inside, I made my way through the front door. I walked inside in the darkness, searching for my truck but always coming up short. Grabbing my cell phone out of my jean pocket, I figured I'd kill some time while I stumbled around the parking lot. It rang, and the most beautiful voice I've heard in a few days answered.
Logan: Ring, ring.. Hello? Baby, it's me. Me? Yeah.. no. Me, drunk? You've lost it woman. I'm a strong man.. don't you worry about me, oh I'm scaring you now.. haha.. keep it hus--
Falling face down in the parking lot, the cell phone flew out my hand smacking on the pavement along with my forehead.
Logan: Argh..
It hurt, but the whiskey absorbed the pain for me. Maybe I'll feel it tomorrow. Stumbling to my feet I brought my broken cell phone with me, carelessly throwing it back into my pocket as I came full force of standing, and a bit of blood trickled down my forehead. It didn't bother me, not at this point. The truck was my only real priority, and what would you know? While I was rambling on the telephone I fell smack down right in front of it. My one, and only. My truck of treachery.
Logan: Miss me?
Wiping some blood off my head, I opened the door of my truck climbing inside. I cut the ignition on, and took off into the dark.
-=[Present]=-
Over going last nights even through my headache, it slowly came back to me as I walked down the lonesome highway. The sun was shining, and it felt like it was shining only for me. Damn it was hot, and I already began sweating. The dried blood on my forehead became wet, as I smeared it on my forehead trying to rub it off. What the hell? It felt like a movie, this couldn't be happening. I hadn't seen a sign of life besides me. My cell phone was broken, I must've fallen pretty bad last night. I added the pieces of the puzzle together, feeling my forehead, and studying my broken cell phone. I kept walking, realizing there was nothing really left to do. I knew for sure that I was walking in the right direction, opposite of my truck. But then the song came back to my head.. the song on the radio.
I'm a rollin' stone all alone and lost
For a life of sin I have paid the cost
-=[Yesterday]=-
I was beating on the steering wheel, smoking, blood stinging my eyes, singing Hank Williams, and driving down this damned dark empty highway. I was going pretty fast might I add, taking the needle past it's limits.
Logan: When I pass byyyyyy, all the people sayy.. just another guy.. on the lost highway. Just a deck of cards, and a jug of wine.
Beating the melody on the steering wheel.
Logan: And a woman’s lies, makes a life like mine. Oh the day we met, I went a stray.
My singing was cut off, but the gas tank spurting for breath, and shutting off. I was out of gas. No station in sight, nothing in sight. Running the truck off the side of the road, I came to a complete stop. I didn't care then, hell I never cared. Where I was? No clue. Nothing matterd. I looked around, the blow to my head started to catch up with, as did the Crown Royal. The dizziness overcame me, and I fell over in my seat closing my eyes for the night fall.
-=[Present]=-
My feet ached, my body was on fire, and the sun was showing no mercy. The further I walked, the more doubt of ever seeing another human shadowed over me. But it was my only shadow out here. I walked over the ground a bit, taking my boots off the hot asphalt which felt like walking over hot coals. The ground felt as hard as the asphalt, the dirt being dried, and cracked. If anyone wanted a tan, I'd suggest walking a few miles down this empty highway. There was nothing out here, but regret, and my own pain. What a jackass I was, I'm paying for it now, and it felt miserable. Looking up at the son, I busted out in an rage of anger.
Logan: SHUT UP! Stop it, now! Damn you.. I hate you!
Denial sunk into my head, was it over? Was this real? It couldn't be. I'd make it back, I know I will. I got a match this Sunday, I have to make it back.. for the sake of the title, and for the sake of my well being. What's that? Some type of snake crossed the road, and stopping dead in my tracks. I stared at it for a few moments, I had never actually been this close to one in real life. My heart thumped quicker than usually, and over the pounding of my heart I heard an engine. I turned around to find a truck coming my way, waving my hands in the air he came to a stop right next to me. Quickly jumping inside, I didn't even bother looking at the driver or even think of asking him for a lift. I soon realized he was staring at me as I closed the door, and rested my head back. I couldn't blame the stare, he must've thought he was dreaming. Seeing a professional wrestler walking in the middle of nowhere with his shirt wrapped around his head, smeared blood on his forehead, and sweating bullets.
Driver: Logan?
Licking my dried cracked lips, I spoke up.
Logan: I need a ride into town..
Driver: What the hell brings you down here?
Logan: The WCF headquarters is close, you know where it is?
Driver: Yeah.
Logan: Well, that would be what brings me down here.
Seeing how he'd react to the sarcastic answer, he simply smiled.
Driver: WCF is coming back? Hell yeah, Sunday Slam use to be my favorite show.
Logan: Hey, think we can go now?
Driver: Sorry, yes. You look like hell.
Logan: Got anything to drink?
The truck started back off down the road, and I felt safe at last. I figured once I got back in town, I'd get clean up, drink a gallon of water, throw away any other bottles of Crown Royal I bought last night, and focus for The War this Sunday. The truck drove off down the lonesome highway, as I leaned my head back closing my eyes.
When I find myself in times of trouble..
Mother Mary comes to me..
Speaking words of wisdom..
Let it be..
And in my hour of darkness..
She is standing right in front of me..
Speaking words of wisdom..
Let it be, let it be.. let it be..
-=[Present]=-
"Let it be, yes, let it be." The words seeking into my skull, and whispering in my ear drums. I come to, falling asleep in my truck with the radio left on wasn't a good idea. Well, it was the only thing that worked in the truck. I had no idea where I was really, somewhere in the middle of nowhere on the side of the road sitting in a broken down truck with The Beatles giving me cold irony with "Let It Be". As the music taunted me, I got out of my truck searching around the empty long road with my eyes. Nothing in sight but black asphalt, and a sandy hot desert with death written all over it. I'm surely to be spotted, I mean it couldn't be that bad. What if I took the wrong turn? It was night when I came in, and I can't remember how I really got here in the first place. I had been drinking, drinking over my divorced wife, and drinking over the fact that she'll probably want custody over the baby girl when it's born. I wasn't perfect, as no one is.. I had problems. My breath stank of whiskey, as I reached down reaching for my cell phone catching a whiff of my breath under my nose. It was still dead, not that I could get a signal anyway. What was I going do? Why did I leave the WCF headquarters anyway? I could've just rented a hotel close to the headquarters. Damn whiskey, damn wife, damn truck, damn life. I was alone. Bill was right, I should've listened to him... and to think that "I" know what's right. I also noticed there was something wrong with my forehead.
-=[Yesterday]=-
I was coming down the hall way, angry, mad, pissed, you name it. I had every emotion inside of me waiting to pour out in one last shot of Crown Royal. Being sloppy drunk wasn't common for me, but it felt like the right thing to do. I was pushing it, bad. This wasn't the right time to drink up, and I abused it. When I came through that hall way with the expression of hell on my face everyone got the idea. No one came to me, nothing was said.. except for Bill. Before leaving the WCF headquarters, before punching various holes in the hall way, before cussing out half the WCF staff, and before pissing in the fish tank.. there was Bill to reason me. I recall him looking concerned, and he knew how bad I was hurt. He know how bad I felt over my wife, and why the whiskey got the better of me.
Bill: Don't drive man.
Logan: Move it, get out of my way.. who the hell are you anyway?
Bill: You know me, I've been working here since the second WCF. I'm Bill.
Logan: Bill? Shut up. I'm Logan.. the ignorant basterd who doesn't have anything better else to do in his life than wrestle!
Bill: It's not all that bad.
Logan: Wrestle, wrestle, wrestle!
My words won't intended, or did I even know what the hell I was saying. The whiskey spoke for me.
Bill: You really need to sober up Logan, you got the biggest WCF match this Sunday.
Logan: Who cares? Huh? I care? Why do I care..? I'm Logan damnit, I got nothing left to prove here.
Bill: Ah, don't be so shallow. I know you want this more than anyone, I seen it in your eyes when you came inside yesterday.
Logan: My eyes..?
They felt like they we're spinning to me, and moving the room with their... power.
Bill: You want to sit down man?
Logan: Get out of the way, boudle!
Pushing him inside, I made my way through the front door. I walked inside in the darkness, searching for my truck but always coming up short. Grabbing my cell phone out of my jean pocket, I figured I'd kill some time while I stumbled around the parking lot. It rang, and the most beautiful voice I've heard in a few days answered.
Logan: Ring, ring.. Hello? Baby, it's me. Me? Yeah.. no. Me, drunk? You've lost it woman. I'm a strong man.. don't you worry about me, oh I'm scaring you now.. haha.. keep it hus--
Falling face down in the parking lot, the cell phone flew out my hand smacking on the pavement along with my forehead.
Logan: Argh..
It hurt, but the whiskey absorbed the pain for me. Maybe I'll feel it tomorrow. Stumbling to my feet I brought my broken cell phone with me, carelessly throwing it back into my pocket as I came full force of standing, and a bit of blood trickled down my forehead. It didn't bother me, not at this point. The truck was my only real priority, and what would you know? While I was rambling on the telephone I fell smack down right in front of it. My one, and only. My truck of treachery.
Logan: Miss me?
Wiping some blood off my head, I opened the door of my truck climbing inside. I cut the ignition on, and took off into the dark.
-=[Present]=-
Over going last nights even through my headache, it slowly came back to me as I walked down the lonesome highway. The sun was shining, and it felt like it was shining only for me. Damn it was hot, and I already began sweating. The dried blood on my forehead became wet, as I smeared it on my forehead trying to rub it off. What the hell? It felt like a movie, this couldn't be happening. I hadn't seen a sign of life besides me. My cell phone was broken, I must've fallen pretty bad last night. I added the pieces of the puzzle together, feeling my forehead, and studying my broken cell phone. I kept walking, realizing there was nothing really left to do. I knew for sure that I was walking in the right direction, opposite of my truck. But then the song came back to my head.. the song on the radio.
I'm a rollin' stone all alone and lost
For a life of sin I have paid the cost
-=[Yesterday]=-
I was beating on the steering wheel, smoking, blood stinging my eyes, singing Hank Williams, and driving down this damned dark empty highway. I was going pretty fast might I add, taking the needle past it's limits.
Logan: When I pass byyyyyy, all the people sayy.. just another guy.. on the lost highway. Just a deck of cards, and a jug of wine.
Beating the melody on the steering wheel.
Logan: And a woman’s lies, makes a life like mine. Oh the day we met, I went a stray.
My singing was cut off, but the gas tank spurting for breath, and shutting off. I was out of gas. No station in sight, nothing in sight. Running the truck off the side of the road, I came to a complete stop. I didn't care then, hell I never cared. Where I was? No clue. Nothing matterd. I looked around, the blow to my head started to catch up with, as did the Crown Royal. The dizziness overcame me, and I fell over in my seat closing my eyes for the night fall.
-=[Present]=-
My feet ached, my body was on fire, and the sun was showing no mercy. The further I walked, the more doubt of ever seeing another human shadowed over me. But it was my only shadow out here. I walked over the ground a bit, taking my boots off the hot asphalt which felt like walking over hot coals. The ground felt as hard as the asphalt, the dirt being dried, and cracked. If anyone wanted a tan, I'd suggest walking a few miles down this empty highway. There was nothing out here, but regret, and my own pain. What a jackass I was, I'm paying for it now, and it felt miserable. Looking up at the son, I busted out in an rage of anger.
Logan: SHUT UP! Stop it, now! Damn you.. I hate you!
Denial sunk into my head, was it over? Was this real? It couldn't be. I'd make it back, I know I will. I got a match this Sunday, I have to make it back.. for the sake of the title, and for the sake of my well being. What's that? Some type of snake crossed the road, and stopping dead in my tracks. I stared at it for a few moments, I had never actually been this close to one in real life. My heart thumped quicker than usually, and over the pounding of my heart I heard an engine. I turned around to find a truck coming my way, waving my hands in the air he came to a stop right next to me. Quickly jumping inside, I didn't even bother looking at the driver or even think of asking him for a lift. I soon realized he was staring at me as I closed the door, and rested my head back. I couldn't blame the stare, he must've thought he was dreaming. Seeing a professional wrestler walking in the middle of nowhere with his shirt wrapped around his head, smeared blood on his forehead, and sweating bullets.
Driver: Logan?
Licking my dried cracked lips, I spoke up.
Logan: I need a ride into town..
Driver: What the hell brings you down here?
Logan: The WCF headquarters is close, you know where it is?
Driver: Yeah.
Logan: Well, that would be what brings me down here.
Seeing how he'd react to the sarcastic answer, he simply smiled.
Driver: WCF is coming back? Hell yeah, Sunday Slam use to be my favorite show.
Logan: Hey, think we can go now?
Driver: Sorry, yes. You look like hell.
Logan: Got anything to drink?
The truck started back off down the road, and I felt safe at last. I figured once I got back in town, I'd get clean up, drink a gallon of water, throw away any other bottles of Crown Royal I bought last night, and focus for The War this Sunday. The truck drove off down the lonesome highway, as I leaned my head back closing my eyes.
