Post by jx on Jul 6, 2006 1:09:07 GMT -5
(We look up to the sky to see the sight of the sun. The camera zooms out and trees come into the picture. Then a ‘Welcome To Birmingham’ sign appears on the screen. The camera fades out to a room. To our right we see the back of a reclining chair and an arm on the arm rest. Next to the arm is a coffee table, covered in empty beer cans and an ash tray. A lit cigarette sits on the ash tray and smoke rises. To the left of the chair you can see pictures on the floor in broken frames and all sorts of WCF collections. Suddenly, the phone rings. The hand knocks off all the empty beer cans looking for the phone and finally retrieves it. The man answers.)
Voice: Hel...
Person On Phone: What the fuck are you doing in England?
Voice: Look I can’t do it any…
Person On Phone: I don’t want to hear that bullshit. Do you have any idea what you are doing to yourself here? And you’re not exactly putting me in the best spot either.
Voice: I’ve done all the thinking I need to.
(The camera looks around the small room while the phone call is going on and finds a picture of two familiar partners with a guitar case next to it. It zooms into the picture and you can see J-X and Twister sitting in a bar of some sort smiling with their tag team belts. It stays on this picture while the two gentlemen on the phone continue their argument.)
Person On Phone: You can’t just leave! You’re walking out on the big time here and you have no idea. We still have a shot at everything and you’re just going to leave it all?
Voice: Yes, I guess so.
Person On Phone: Well…goddamnit…whatever, I need to go get a drink or something.
(The line hangs up and the man sighs. The camera zooms out to see him put down the phone on the table and picks up his cigarette. You can see the smoke rise from above the chair.)
Voice: Man has to have his priority’s straight…
(The camera fades out and we jump a couple years into the future.)
(An all too familiar scene appears on the screen…darkness. The sound of lighter attempted to be lit echoes the room and finally it is lit. The fire partially lights up the middle of the screen but not enough to know where we are. It lights a small circle, followed by the sound of an exhale of what most likely is cigarette smoke, then the sound of a muffled, yet familiar, voice.)
Voice: All good things have to come to an end I suppose…friendships, jobs, the ‘good times’ and even love.
(Takes another puff of cigarette)
Voice: I suppose it’s the way we move on without those things that defines us as a person. I’ve met a lot of weak people in my life…weak people who quit on their dreams and ambitions because what they were doing was too hard. I watched those people pass by in my life and was determined that if I had a dream in life that I would do anything to pursue that dream. Although, I found myself with more then one dream and also found it hard to pick which one I wanted to most. I went with the one and it was such a rush to finally be doing it. So much so, that at that point I had forgotten about the other. Sure, the fame was great and like any other individual, it got to my head. Parties and women were definitely some good stuff but it got to a point of complete emptiness. I could predict how and when things were going to happen.
(Exhale of smoke)
Voice: So I chose path number 2. Unfortunately, my dreams were cut short because of some bullshit luck and a couple of dickheads. I mean…I had everything going for me but when you have stupid friends, they usually fuck you over in the end.
(Long inhale, followed by exhale.)
Voice: Anyways…that’s a different story that my head just can’t handle right now.
(Pause)
Voice: I found myself sitting in motel rooms…just thinking the night away. Thinking about what I use to have and what I just let slip by me without much thought to it. I knew what I had to do. It was time to come back what felt right. This time...it will be therapeutic and joyful. I need to ‘crack some skulls’ anyway.
(Another inhale, then exhale and then the sound of the cigarette being put out.)
Voice: Good thing people thought I was gone…I like catching people off their feet. It shocks them and I get to see the looks on their faces when I walk back in the ring. Then I’ll finally get what’s mine…I’ll finally get that belt and then you’ll all see that dreams never die when in hell they’re the only thing left to live for.
(The man chuckles and then continues…)
Voice: I guess this is the part where I’m supposed to do the corny ‘I’m back’ thing…
(Pause)
Voice: Well…I am…
(A light is turned on and we see the smirking face of J-X. His long red hair pulled back into a ponytail and his eyes covered in aviator glasses.)
Voice: That’s right…soak it all in…
Voice: Hel...
Person On Phone: What the fuck are you doing in England?
Voice: Look I can’t do it any…
Person On Phone: I don’t want to hear that bullshit. Do you have any idea what you are doing to yourself here? And you’re not exactly putting me in the best spot either.
Voice: I’ve done all the thinking I need to.
(The camera looks around the small room while the phone call is going on and finds a picture of two familiar partners with a guitar case next to it. It zooms into the picture and you can see J-X and Twister sitting in a bar of some sort smiling with their tag team belts. It stays on this picture while the two gentlemen on the phone continue their argument.)
Person On Phone: You can’t just leave! You’re walking out on the big time here and you have no idea. We still have a shot at everything and you’re just going to leave it all?
Voice: Yes, I guess so.
Person On Phone: Well…goddamnit…whatever, I need to go get a drink or something.
(The line hangs up and the man sighs. The camera zooms out to see him put down the phone on the table and picks up his cigarette. You can see the smoke rise from above the chair.)
Voice: Man has to have his priority’s straight…
(The camera fades out and we jump a couple years into the future.)
(An all too familiar scene appears on the screen…darkness. The sound of lighter attempted to be lit echoes the room and finally it is lit. The fire partially lights up the middle of the screen but not enough to know where we are. It lights a small circle, followed by the sound of an exhale of what most likely is cigarette smoke, then the sound of a muffled, yet familiar, voice.)
Voice: All good things have to come to an end I suppose…friendships, jobs, the ‘good times’ and even love.
(Takes another puff of cigarette)
Voice: I suppose it’s the way we move on without those things that defines us as a person. I’ve met a lot of weak people in my life…weak people who quit on their dreams and ambitions because what they were doing was too hard. I watched those people pass by in my life and was determined that if I had a dream in life that I would do anything to pursue that dream. Although, I found myself with more then one dream and also found it hard to pick which one I wanted to most. I went with the one and it was such a rush to finally be doing it. So much so, that at that point I had forgotten about the other. Sure, the fame was great and like any other individual, it got to my head. Parties and women were definitely some good stuff but it got to a point of complete emptiness. I could predict how and when things were going to happen.
(Exhale of smoke)
Voice: So I chose path number 2. Unfortunately, my dreams were cut short because of some bullshit luck and a couple of dickheads. I mean…I had everything going for me but when you have stupid friends, they usually fuck you over in the end.
(Long inhale, followed by exhale.)
Voice: Anyways…that’s a different story that my head just can’t handle right now.
(Pause)
Voice: I found myself sitting in motel rooms…just thinking the night away. Thinking about what I use to have and what I just let slip by me without much thought to it. I knew what I had to do. It was time to come back what felt right. This time...it will be therapeutic and joyful. I need to ‘crack some skulls’ anyway.
(Another inhale, then exhale and then the sound of the cigarette being put out.)
Voice: Good thing people thought I was gone…I like catching people off their feet. It shocks them and I get to see the looks on their faces when I walk back in the ring. Then I’ll finally get what’s mine…I’ll finally get that belt and then you’ll all see that dreams never die when in hell they’re the only thing left to live for.
(The man chuckles and then continues…)
Voice: I guess this is the part where I’m supposed to do the corny ‘I’m back’ thing…
(Pause)
Voice: Well…I am…
(A light is turned on and we see the smirking face of J-X. His long red hair pulled back into a ponytail and his eyes covered in aviator glasses.)
Voice: That’s right…soak it all in…
