Post by darkprophet on Feb 11, 2006 20:28:51 GMT -5
*The camera slowly opens to a flickering light......hanging from a room, in the basement of Prophet's house........the light, swinging back and forth.... The slow sound of dripping is heard in the background.......the dripping gives way to the sound of a shower.......the camera follows the flickering light, and sees in the light, a door, with a light beneath it....... The door opens slowly as the camera goes in.......there is a single light, hung above the shower, this is a bathroom, very barren....the only things are a shower, in the corner, totally fogged up, with a towel draped over the top. There is a mirror and a sink.....and also a razor by the sink......everything else is tile.....the walls are bare of any ornaments, this room is totally empty. The shower shuts off, and the towel dissapears into the shower......and the door quickly opens, with Prophet standing with the towel around his waist, not noticing the camera, and going over to the sink.......he looks at himself in the mirror.......his face scruffy, his facial hair looking like it is growing wild and he hasn't shaved in weeks........Prophet's cold blue eyes look into the mirror, as he turns on the faucet......not a word is spoken.......he grabs the mirror, and opens it to reveal a medicine cabinet......inside is a few bottles, with various anti-psychotic pills inside, also some shaving cream. Prophet pulls the shaving cream out and puts it on the counter. He looks toward the floor, to his left......making sure there is, as should be, a roll of toilet paper in case he cuts himself whilst shaving. Prophet's cold eyes move to the mirror, as he shuts the cabinet. His face looks sickly and pale......as if the last few nights, taking care of his pregnant wife, has taken a lot out of him.....apparently there was at least one false alarm for her giving birth........any day now, he must be thinking.....any day now and I'll be a father........through his head the thoughts race. He moves his hand, to the razor........the other hand to the shaving cream.....he brings the shaving cream to his face, not cupping any in his hand, just laying it thick over his face straight from the bottle.....he starts the water running hot, and plugs the sink........slowly he begins shaving, first the center of his eyebrows.....apparently to keep any stray hairs from connecting the two brows into one. Prophet's cold eyes flinch, as he cuts himself once.......a trickle of blood now finding it's way down his nose. Prophet mouths the word "Fuck" as this happens......but he continues.....rinsing the blade in the sink, and then shutting off the water as the pool in the sink is relatively large now.......Prophet takes his hand and brushes off a wisp of fog on the mirror, and leans in close to shave some more......From behind, the camera sits, watching. Prophet's back, full of many scars, shown in full perspective to his toweled waist, to his leaned in neck toward the mirror......he shaves down one cheek, brushing his hair out of the way as he moves down more toward his chin.....A few cuts begin to bleed, but he washes his razor and keeps going, being careful on the area between his nose and his upper lip......the scar tissue around his left eye looking just as it usually does......sticking out like a signature on his face, showing where the skin graft has somewhat covered up the severe burns he gave himself so many years ago after believing he murdered his wife.......He keeps working toward his face clean.......shaving the other side of his face, from ear to chin.......cutting a few times, as his hand is not entirely steady.....the loss of sleep is apparent in his eyes, the wear on his body is stressing every muscle and every bone....every piece of him is slowly deteriating as he waits for the child to be born. His time awake and his time asleep at much wider intervals as he has to tend to his wife, while she waits for their child......she is asleep, he believes.....his first real shower in days.......he has a few moments of peace, time to himself in this little room down here in the basement. Prophet's face, now fully shaven, and dripping a few small drops of blood into the lather and soap filled sink......Prophet looks into the mirror, deep within.......he places the razor inside the cupboard behind the mirror, slowly opening and closing it, but when he closes it, it is not his face showing on the mirror's surface.......his face is different, younger, healthier.......his eyes are crimson......Prophet looks into the mirror, his alternate self, one of them......staring back at him, he rubs his eyes, the mirror's reflection doing the same.....Prophet's reflection begins to speak to him. The voice is not the usual evil voice he hears when he talks to his alternate selves.....it is almost like his own, but slightly less deep.*
Ahnthie: Darky.....you look tired. We have been through quite a lot lately, we've been distracted.......we failed to even complete our match this week, we lost to AZ......it's insanity.......we are losing focus on everything. We are directing our attention where it belongs, but we must begin to focus once again to the ring.....where we thrive best......
The Hardcore Title, something you need to regain......not for the title, but for yourself, you need to prove to yourself you can hold that coveted belt and fight every week in hardcore matches. Your body is a little rusty from the lack of action since your wife's pregnancy......your face bleeds freely when you shave, you don't have the energy in the morning that you used to to be up well before sunrise to train......now it's lucky if you wake up before your wife's painful cries wake you from your slumber. You wake many times a night, to her tossing and turning in her bed.......she is almost about to give birth to your first child....boy or girl is yet to be known........but we know there is a lot there that diverts your attention......
How would you feel if everything was right......was ok...........if everything worked well.........it's been how long now, since she told you she was pregnant.....almost eight and a half months.....it's time for her to give birth, and then, caring for the child.......you do have some relatives left.....do you not? You have forgotten about your cousin? Stahly.....yes, so he had a heart attack, so he almost died......they made him retire from wrestling....his drug use had taken it's toll on his body, but he's better now.........he will help you, he's told you that......
But you refuse to go into the ring with yourself at a hundred percent......you haven't even been giving half of what you normally give in the ring....why?? Answer my Darky.....why? [/color]
*Prophet looks at his reflection as his eyes slowly tear up, his eyes in the reflection turning back to the normal cold blue.......he begins to break down......stress wearing on him in ways not seen before in him. His voice, cracking within his sobs, trying to utter a response......*
Dark Prophet: I am sorry, I haven't been giving everything lately......
I am tired, Ahnthie.......I can't fight the way I used to right now.......I am so tired.......twenty-five years have worn on me so much......my body, my soul......everything is being tested........
But what am I to say.....I've quit smoking for my wife.....I've given my time up for her during these last months of her pregnancy......I've done a lot for her, things I normally would not do for anyone.......I've had to be sensitive, I've had to be comforting, I've had to do things I normally am not used to.......it is trying on me, I'm.......changing...........into something.......new......different..........
Ahnthie: No, you haven't been changing, you've been adapting, there is a difference, Darky......
You have adapted to the pregnancy, you have adapted to face fatherhood.....you have been close to Seth lately, watching him at home, having him prepare you for what he went through almost a year ago....he's a new father as well, don't forget.....
*Prophet's reflection changes, again.....but this time his eyes turn green, something is different than ever before......someone else is seen in him that hasn't been seen before......The voice is almost feminine....as if there is something inside him, a personality that is still more a boy than a man.......a side that is devout in faith, a side that has high hopes, a side with his dreams still in tact.......*
Inner Child: Darky, Ahnthie......how long have we fought......fought to retain the dreams he once had.....the dreams he thought shattered when he was raped at eleven.........the dreams he thought were gone when his wife was thought dead almost three years ago.......
I wanted to see us as World Champion, and we have been, in other federations, but we need to come to ourselves in this place, we have been in IPW, we have been in DBW, and now in TWE is where the saga continues.......Seth, Mungrel, Ryan.......Ashlee, Mickey.......there is a lot of old and familiar faces here.....
Don't forget your friends, Ahnthie, Darky......don't forget anything, don't forget we still need to find our way into the dark, into the place we haven't traveled......not just fatherhood, not just being a parent or a husband......no, there is the other side, the side inside the ring we have yet to fully mature in......we have been Hardcore champion......Tag Champion........but what are those? Only stepping stones to the full prize......slowly, you are working your way to the top.......who holds the prize, who is the one.......that you wish would be the one you face.......Wolf....a man who is an animal........
Prophet, Darky, Ahnthie.......all of our names.......all of them known.....but as one, what are we called? What did Joanie call us long ago......N3? Or was it "The Dark One".........was it "The Dark Prophet" or "The Prophecy"? We don't remember our name anymore.......how sad, our name died so long ago.......it is now become a myth, a legend......like we have become.....we were at a peak when we fought Seth in that Asylum......but....... [/color]
*Suddenly Prophet's eyes become pure white, almost as if he has rolled his eyes into the back of his head, or completely removed his iris and pupil......his voice changes, it almost sounds like two at once, using both his vocal chords in unison.......*
But we are the name not spoken.........The Inner Selves of the "Name not Spoken" I am Fear....I am Death.....I am Destruction......I am Pain.......I am Remorse......I am Forgiveness and I am Hate.......I am Love, and I am Nothingness.......
For we are the Name Not Spoken........... The Unknown......The Infinite and the Almighty........Everything within us as one......three become one..........the Unholy Trinity or just the Name Not Named.......N3, the Name Not Named.....the Name not Spoken......
Pain is our essense....we trive on the blood spilled in that arena........No one knows us, not when we are in that ring...at our best......
Nothing, no one......will stop us..........
And it begins........now......
*Prophet falls to the ground, his body sprawled out on the floor......he isn't breathing...........then suddenly Prophet regains life, he screams in intense pain as he rises from the unconscious state he was in........but the scream, it wasn't Prophet's.......it was a woman's scream.........Prophet stands up, looking around, and opens the door......Julietta is heard screaming, two words, and Prophet leaves the room, "It's Time".........Prophet moves, dropping his towel as he rushes to get some form of clothing on.....he races up the stairs, and the transmission ends for now......*
*The camera opens to the hospital......the scene is shown as Prophet and his wife cuddle a baby near them, wrapped in a towel, the towel is pink......the baby must be a girl.......Prophet's eyes soften, his face lights up with a smile......and he speaks to his wife, as they discuss the beautiful baby....*
Julietta: She's so beautiful, Ahnthie....what shall we name this little bundle of joy....
Dark Prophet: I.....I don't know......... I wasn't really ready with any names, I mean.......I just.......
Julietta: Then, I think maybe I should name her......after my sister.........and your mother.......Joanie Elizabeth Lee.......since we can't use your name, as it wouldn't sound right......no one wants to name their child Bloodgod, it just.....how your family got that name is most likely odd.....
Joanie Elizabeth Lee........ such a pretty name.......and she'll grow up big and strong, and carry on the legacy we will leave for her in this ring.........
*The camera fades out, to give the couple and their new child some time alone...*
Ahnthie: Darky.....you look tired. We have been through quite a lot lately, we've been distracted.......we failed to even complete our match this week, we lost to AZ......it's insanity.......we are losing focus on everything. We are directing our attention where it belongs, but we must begin to focus once again to the ring.....where we thrive best......
The Hardcore Title, something you need to regain......not for the title, but for yourself, you need to prove to yourself you can hold that coveted belt and fight every week in hardcore matches. Your body is a little rusty from the lack of action since your wife's pregnancy......your face bleeds freely when you shave, you don't have the energy in the morning that you used to to be up well before sunrise to train......now it's lucky if you wake up before your wife's painful cries wake you from your slumber. You wake many times a night, to her tossing and turning in her bed.......she is almost about to give birth to your first child....boy or girl is yet to be known........but we know there is a lot there that diverts your attention......
How would you feel if everything was right......was ok...........if everything worked well.........it's been how long now, since she told you she was pregnant.....almost eight and a half months.....it's time for her to give birth, and then, caring for the child.......you do have some relatives left.....do you not? You have forgotten about your cousin? Stahly.....yes, so he had a heart attack, so he almost died......they made him retire from wrestling....his drug use had taken it's toll on his body, but he's better now.........he will help you, he's told you that......
But you refuse to go into the ring with yourself at a hundred percent......you haven't even been giving half of what you normally give in the ring....why?? Answer my Darky.....why? [/color]
*Prophet looks at his reflection as his eyes slowly tear up, his eyes in the reflection turning back to the normal cold blue.......he begins to break down......stress wearing on him in ways not seen before in him. His voice, cracking within his sobs, trying to utter a response......*
Dark Prophet: I am sorry, I haven't been giving everything lately......
I am tired, Ahnthie.......I can't fight the way I used to right now.......I am so tired.......twenty-five years have worn on me so much......my body, my soul......everything is being tested........
But what am I to say.....I've quit smoking for my wife.....I've given my time up for her during these last months of her pregnancy......I've done a lot for her, things I normally would not do for anyone.......I've had to be sensitive, I've had to be comforting, I've had to do things I normally am not used to.......it is trying on me, I'm.......changing...........into something.......new......different..........
Ahnthie: No, you haven't been changing, you've been adapting, there is a difference, Darky......
You have adapted to the pregnancy, you have adapted to face fatherhood.....you have been close to Seth lately, watching him at home, having him prepare you for what he went through almost a year ago....he's a new father as well, don't forget.....
*Prophet's reflection changes, again.....but this time his eyes turn green, something is different than ever before......someone else is seen in him that hasn't been seen before......The voice is almost feminine....as if there is something inside him, a personality that is still more a boy than a man.......a side that is devout in faith, a side that has high hopes, a side with his dreams still in tact.......*
Inner Child: Darky, Ahnthie......how long have we fought......fought to retain the dreams he once had.....the dreams he thought shattered when he was raped at eleven.........the dreams he thought were gone when his wife was thought dead almost three years ago.......
I wanted to see us as World Champion, and we have been, in other federations, but we need to come to ourselves in this place, we have been in IPW, we have been in DBW, and now in TWE is where the saga continues.......Seth, Mungrel, Ryan.......Ashlee, Mickey.......there is a lot of old and familiar faces here.....
Don't forget your friends, Ahnthie, Darky......don't forget anything, don't forget we still need to find our way into the dark, into the place we haven't traveled......not just fatherhood, not just being a parent or a husband......no, there is the other side, the side inside the ring we have yet to fully mature in......we have been Hardcore champion......Tag Champion........but what are those? Only stepping stones to the full prize......slowly, you are working your way to the top.......who holds the prize, who is the one.......that you wish would be the one you face.......Wolf....a man who is an animal........
Prophet, Darky, Ahnthie.......all of our names.......all of them known.....but as one, what are we called? What did Joanie call us long ago......N3? Or was it "The Dark One".........was it "The Dark Prophet" or "The Prophecy"? We don't remember our name anymore.......how sad, our name died so long ago.......it is now become a myth, a legend......like we have become.....we were at a peak when we fought Seth in that Asylum......but....... [/color]
*Suddenly Prophet's eyes become pure white, almost as if he has rolled his eyes into the back of his head, or completely removed his iris and pupil......his voice changes, it almost sounds like two at once, using both his vocal chords in unison.......*
But we are the name not spoken.........The Inner Selves of the "Name not Spoken" I am Fear....I am Death.....I am Destruction......I am Pain.......I am Remorse......I am Forgiveness and I am Hate.......I am Love, and I am Nothingness.......
For we are the Name Not Spoken........... The Unknown......The Infinite and the Almighty........Everything within us as one......three become one..........the Unholy Trinity or just the Name Not Named.......N3, the Name Not Named.....the Name not Spoken......
Pain is our essense....we trive on the blood spilled in that arena........No one knows us, not when we are in that ring...at our best......
Nothing, no one......will stop us..........
And it begins........now......
*Prophet falls to the ground, his body sprawled out on the floor......he isn't breathing...........then suddenly Prophet regains life, he screams in intense pain as he rises from the unconscious state he was in........but the scream, it wasn't Prophet's.......it was a woman's scream.........Prophet stands up, looking around, and opens the door......Julietta is heard screaming, two words, and Prophet leaves the room, "It's Time".........Prophet moves, dropping his towel as he rushes to get some form of clothing on.....he races up the stairs, and the transmission ends for now......*
*The camera opens to the hospital......the scene is shown as Prophet and his wife cuddle a baby near them, wrapped in a towel, the towel is pink......the baby must be a girl.......Prophet's eyes soften, his face lights up with a smile......and he speaks to his wife, as they discuss the beautiful baby....*
Julietta: She's so beautiful, Ahnthie....what shall we name this little bundle of joy....
Dark Prophet: I.....I don't know......... I wasn't really ready with any names, I mean.......I just.......
Julietta: Then, I think maybe I should name her......after my sister.........and your mother.......Joanie Elizabeth Lee.......since we can't use your name, as it wouldn't sound right......no one wants to name their child Bloodgod, it just.....how your family got that name is most likely odd.....
Joanie Elizabeth Lee........ such a pretty name.......and she'll grow up big and strong, and carry on the legacy we will leave for her in this ring.........
*The camera fades out, to give the couple and their new child some time alone...*
