Post by Davey Ortega on Feb 26, 2006 9:44:07 GMT -5
It was a dream, I swear to you. Everything I said, everything I did...I did for.....what? My own distorted illusion, my own little fantasy world. I never wanted to come back, I never wanted to be here again. I never wanted to look in the opposite corner of the ring and see you standing there. I thought it was over and done with...what a dream. Now that I have to wake up from this dream, now that I have to face my own music...I know I brought this upon myself. This was the one thing I promised myself. The only thing I promised myself that I was done. My brother always said you have the charisma to be the number one star around here, that you can do anything with the people behind you. My brother was the only one who ever saw anything in me. My borther....
*Scene cuts over to an NCW PPV, showing Outcast in the ring holding the NCW world title belt. He just defeated Mike Taylor to garner is first ever NCW World Heavyweight Championship.*
Brother....
*The scene cuts to multiple beating he has had handed to him by the ToT.*
Brother..?
*The scene cuts to the countless matches between him and Logan.*
Why me? Why was it always me? Was it because I truly believed the people could help? That if they were on my side I was truly invincible? .......
So here I am again. Faced with the same obstacles. The same people. The same situation. How long must this go on? How long must I be infected with this disease? Is this my life? Is this my destiny? My punishment? What did I ever do wrong? Why do I have to be thrust into the middle of things? Why is he my greatest enemy yet at the same time my best friend?
*A faint ringing is heard. Over and over again. Outcast finally opens his eyes, looking for the phone. The room is full of empty cases of beer, beer cans, and random bottles. Outcast picks up the phone.*
Outcast: Hello...?
Davey: 42 rings...jesus man, are you alright? You said call you at ten right?
Outcast: What? Um..yeah. *Outcast takes time to grab a beer out of one of the cases previously thought to be emptied. He cracks it open and takes a drink.* So what do you want?
Davey: What? You said you had something to tell me.
Outcast: I did?
Davey: How many have you had?
Outcast: Only a few...
Davey: This is why you lost your family man, fucking alcohol. This is why Mike doesn't talk to you any...
Outcast: You don't want to finish that, Ortega.
Davey: Look, I know he is your brother and all, but I think it has to be said. I mean god...this is why you can't hold a steady relationship, why no one wants to be with you. Because you are never sober.
Outcast: I'm sober when I have a match.
Davey: You haven't had a match in a year, Victor.
Outcast: *sigh* Good luck tomorrow.
Davey: Yeah, I'm sure that was the thing you wanted to tell me. Look just call me when you want a match. Tonight I should have full control.
Outcast: Right...
*Outcast hangs up the phone and takes another drink out of his beer.*
Outcast: Man, fuck you. I can stop drinking anytime I want. Man,....what an odd dream....
*Scene cuts over to an NCW PPV, showing Outcast in the ring holding the NCW world title belt. He just defeated Mike Taylor to garner is first ever NCW World Heavyweight Championship.*
Brother....
*The scene cuts to multiple beating he has had handed to him by the ToT.*
Brother..?
*The scene cuts to the countless matches between him and Logan.*
Why me? Why was it always me? Was it because I truly believed the people could help? That if they were on my side I was truly invincible? .......
So here I am again. Faced with the same obstacles. The same people. The same situation. How long must this go on? How long must I be infected with this disease? Is this my life? Is this my destiny? My punishment? What did I ever do wrong? Why do I have to be thrust into the middle of things? Why is he my greatest enemy yet at the same time my best friend?
*A faint ringing is heard. Over and over again. Outcast finally opens his eyes, looking for the phone. The room is full of empty cases of beer, beer cans, and random bottles. Outcast picks up the phone.*
Outcast: Hello...?
Davey: 42 rings...jesus man, are you alright? You said call you at ten right?
Outcast: What? Um..yeah. *Outcast takes time to grab a beer out of one of the cases previously thought to be emptied. He cracks it open and takes a drink.* So what do you want?
Davey: What? You said you had something to tell me.
Outcast: I did?
Davey: How many have you had?
Outcast: Only a few...
Davey: This is why you lost your family man, fucking alcohol. This is why Mike doesn't talk to you any...
Outcast: You don't want to finish that, Ortega.
Davey: Look, I know he is your brother and all, but I think it has to be said. I mean god...this is why you can't hold a steady relationship, why no one wants to be with you. Because you are never sober.
Outcast: I'm sober when I have a match.
Davey: You haven't had a match in a year, Victor.
Outcast: *sigh* Good luck tomorrow.
Davey: Yeah, I'm sure that was the thing you wanted to tell me. Look just call me when you want a match. Tonight I should have full control.
Outcast: Right...
*Outcast hangs up the phone and takes another drink out of his beer.*
Outcast: Man, fuck you. I can stop drinking anytime I want. Man,....what an odd dream....
