Post by Callous on Jun 20, 2011 23:59:40 GMT -5
C h a p t e r 1
"Count the Seconds Until Climax"
The scene opens inside the New Catholic Church in Troy, MI. The church itself is ornately decorated with what looks to be gold trimmings, magnificient murals, and a large cruicifix display. Around the back is the confessional. Thunder can be heard as the door opens. A figure in a black hooded sweatshirt walks in. Taking down the hood and shaking out his hair, it can be seen that it's Callous. Walking down the center aisle, he stretches out his hands, tapping on the pews. He turns and enters into one of the confessional booths. The little door inside slides open.
Callous: Bless me Father for I have sinned.
Priest: What is ailing you, my son?
Callous: There are these men, Father, all of which want to see my demise more than anything in the world.
Priest: And how does that make you the sinner?
Callous: I'm feeding off of their hate, Father. The more they hate, the more I want to make sure I stoke the fire, keep it going longer.
Priest: But if they want to see you fall, why would you want to keep it going?
Callous: Because I got the attention again. The whole world is watching me, and I love it. More than that, though, I want to make sure they feel my pain. I want to be forced into a situation where I would make sure each and every one sees their own blood pouring down their face. These insatiable urges are why I'm here Father. I'm trying to do The Lord's work.
Priest: How do you intend to do The Lord's work through violence? Wouldn't this be a matter best handled through non-violent means?
Callous: One of these men thinks himself an idol, a god if you will. His name is Cahir, claiming to be so damn great like he can't be stopped. This man is looking to the fans to praise him, to be their false idol. I feel like it's my duty to show him that he is no god, that he's only a man like me and you, that he can bleed and will feel pain. I need to convert this, excuse my language, piece of shit from his sinful ways.
Priest: And how do you plan on doing that?
Callous: By showing him what hell really is. Hell isn't fire and brimstone, it's being in that ring with me, staring down the face of the devil himself that burns in my eyes! Hell is fearing for your fucking life while a madman contorts your fate like a jigsaw puzzle! HELL IS THE PAIN THAT I BRING FROM DEEP WITHIN!
Priest: How can you be a follower of Christ if you consider yourself the Devil incarnate?
Callous: I never said I was a follower, Father. I've never been a follower of anything. I just want to wage a holy war against a supposed god, and I needed the advice of a man who blindly follows an invisible idol.
Priest: You look down on me, my church, and my followers? You, this sage of violence and all that is evil!? You want my advice? Repent, and repent quickly, before you suffer like so many before you have! Before you get sent to the depths of hell!
Callous: I've already seen hell, Father. Hell is in my head, hell is me still being alive, wanting nothing more than the blood of my victims to spill like The Great Flood. You've never seen hell, Father, you've never even seen heaven. I just wanted advice, and you gave me nothing more than criticism.
Priest: JUST GET OUT! GET OUT OF THE HOUSE OF GOD!
Callous gets his head ridiculously close to the screen.
Callous: Next time you talk to your god, tell him I'll see him soon.
Callous kicks the door open and walks out of the confessional. The priest walks out afterwards, watching him walk out. The priest kneels in front of the crucifixion, praying in hushed tones as Callous walks back out into the storm with the water tracing all down his body he looks into the camera not even paying attention to the storm brewing around him.
We are so quick to judge a book by it's cover. Then again, it's human nature to do anything in your power to make sure you have the upper hand, that you are in control of every situation that you step into. It's our way of reassuring ourselves but to be honest, nothing we do caters to our needs. We follow the path set before us. It's out of our control. And chances are, our disposition will never change.
We won't allow ourselves the opportunity to make the best out of situations that seem useless at first. We want more, we want it all, never realizing that we could learn more from this experience then we would achieving what some might call "the unachieveable." Greed keeps us in check, it sends that chill down your spine, and sends you into a state of the nostalgic sort. We can't overcome the urge, nobody can. It's impulse.
Standing on the porch, the sun glistened and the clouds crowded the bluest of skies. Aching eyes could catch on to the formations but all in all, there wasn't a reason for this process. Imagination is our feeble attempt to escape the confines of reality and there isn't a thing we can gain from thrusting ourselves into a dream. Hopes and dreams aren't worth the time, not in the least. The figure moves readily and settles down on the steps. Speaking softly.
Callous: "It's been a while, hasn't it? Since you've seen my face, since you've heard my voice, I know you missed me. I'll steal the show, like I always do. The contrast alone is something most journalists would marvel at. Cahir, a paragon of the traditional ways. And me, Callous, the Sadistic Sex Symbol, the Loose Cannon, the man who defies logic and flies without wings. There's no comparsion, the only thing we have in common is the desire to be the best. The question is, do you feel that you're ready for this? Do you think you can escape the inevitable? In all honesty, two time-tested warriors are at the helm and only one can walk out with the right to reap the spoils. I look forward to this confrontation more then any other, I look forward to defining each and every divison WCF has to offer, that television title belt belongs around my waist and I'll work towards making a dream come true. I'm just sorry that it has to be at your expense, Cahir. But then again, all things happen for a reason and I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for what is going to happen to you at Monday Night Slam . It's not going to be pretty, Cahir, but it all became inevidable the day the higher ups here in WCF deemed it necesarry to feed you to me like a sacrificial lamb."
"If you're stupid enough to believe that I'd allow you to gain the upper hand, that I'd allow you to catch me off guard then you're sadly mistaken. This is what I've been waiting for, a challenge and now that it's here. I'm not near as excited, I'm not impressed, as a matter of fact I'm melancholy. I slept in today, I woke up with the same smile on my face, and do you know why? Because I know that you can't compete with an athlete of my caliber, I know that you aren't at my level, and that you're better off waiting in the dug out then stepping up to the plate. Don't get me wrong, you've made a lasting impression on this divison, you helped to spark the fuse but that's where this story ends. You aren't extraordinary, you aren't exciting, you're bland at best and that my friend, is reason enough for me to embarrass you in front of the world. I'm daring you to exhaust that arsenal of yours, the text books don't mean a god damn thing if you can't apply the knowledge and I'm waiting patiently for you to make a valid point, to prove me wrong because I'm not one to forgive and I'm not one to forget. Light the fire, give me a reason to come out swinging. You've been up and down this road, you've been wandering aimlessly looking for someone, looking for an equal. But what you've found, is a competitor that is superior to you in every way. You are inferior, Cahir. I'm not going to beat around the bush, I am going to tell you right now that you can't possibly comprehend how much shit you are in. Knee deep doesn't begin to explain, what you've gotten yourself into. I am God's way of telling you that you are better off working a nine-to-five, flipping burgers then attemping to make a name for yourself in a business full of cut throats."
"You are forgetting that times change, that people change, that things change. The days of spandex and suplexes are over. A new craze has arisen from the ashes. Pointless mutiliation, blood shed, it's all apart of the equation. And guess what Cahir? I am the sum of all your fears. You can either accept these changes or you can try desperately to maintain your positive out look on the primitive ways that brought us here, even when you know that they are better left in the past. Evolution is vital to growth, a progress that takes place with or without our consent. So before you try to reason, before to try to stress the subject, remember that it won't change a god damn thing. I am destined for greatness, from day one I've told myself that if I don't live up to the hype, then I don't deserve to live at all. Some people don't realize that this is my life, that this is all I have, and I won't let you or anybody else ruin this for me. I will walk out with the same smug smirk on my face. Even if it means I have to break every bone in my body to do so. It's the only thing that matters, it's the only thing that ever mattered. I decided to reap you're spoils and now it's time for vengeance to come full circle, and unfortunitely for you that means you WILL get hurt."
"I'm sure you'll persist, that you'll come at me with the same ridiculous claims I've hadto listen to throughout the duration of my career and quite frankly, I can't wait to hear what you have to say, actually I'm dying to hear what you have to say. I'm pretty sure you'll resort to pulling something remarkable out of your ass, I'm pretty sure you'll think of something witty in response, it amuses me in a way nothing else can. In this business, we're all walking contradictions. We are afraid to look in the mirror because we see the things we hate, our reflection disgusts us and even when we go out of our way to avoid the cataclysmic, we find it in the most intricate of ways. I have thought about it enough to have it figured out, I know what makes you tick Cahir and I plan on exploiting every weakness and seizing every opportunity that presents itself."
"So Doc, what's the diagnosis? Now that I think of it, I feel naked without a strap around my waist. That alone, is reason enough for me to cut every corner and to make every move count, to make every moment worth living for. This is my drug, this is my anti-drug, how ironic that something can fill each empty space, even when they are exact opposites. That's what makes me cling to this business, it's versatility. It's not one dimensional like a good friend of mine, I think you may know him. He goes by the name of Cahir and he thinks that because he can execute properly that he can overcome any obstacle, that he can tame the trepidation and we all know that knowing is only half of the battle. At least in this line of work. No matter how vast the arsenal, no matter how many times you tell yourself you can, you won't. You won't because I won't allow you to. It's as simple as that. I'm not one for trickery, for mindgames, I'm straight forward and I'm guaranteeing you that by the time this is all said and done. You won't think so highly of yourself, you won't think that you are the beginning and the end, alpha and omega, because you're looking at the best this business will ever see, the best this company will ever see and come Monday Night at Slam you will be shattered, along with your hopes and your dreams attached."
Fade to black.
"Count the Seconds Until Climax"
The scene opens inside the New Catholic Church in Troy, MI. The church itself is ornately decorated with what looks to be gold trimmings, magnificient murals, and a large cruicifix display. Around the back is the confessional. Thunder can be heard as the door opens. A figure in a black hooded sweatshirt walks in. Taking down the hood and shaking out his hair, it can be seen that it's Callous. Walking down the center aisle, he stretches out his hands, tapping on the pews. He turns and enters into one of the confessional booths. The little door inside slides open.
Callous: Bless me Father for I have sinned.
Priest: What is ailing you, my son?
Callous: There are these men, Father, all of which want to see my demise more than anything in the world.
Priest: And how does that make you the sinner?
Callous: I'm feeding off of their hate, Father. The more they hate, the more I want to make sure I stoke the fire, keep it going longer.
Priest: But if they want to see you fall, why would you want to keep it going?
Callous: Because I got the attention again. The whole world is watching me, and I love it. More than that, though, I want to make sure they feel my pain. I want to be forced into a situation where I would make sure each and every one sees their own blood pouring down their face. These insatiable urges are why I'm here Father. I'm trying to do The Lord's work.
Priest: How do you intend to do The Lord's work through violence? Wouldn't this be a matter best handled through non-violent means?
Callous: One of these men thinks himself an idol, a god if you will. His name is Cahir, claiming to be so damn great like he can't be stopped. This man is looking to the fans to praise him, to be their false idol. I feel like it's my duty to show him that he is no god, that he's only a man like me and you, that he can bleed and will feel pain. I need to convert this, excuse my language, piece of shit from his sinful ways.
Priest: And how do you plan on doing that?
Callous: By showing him what hell really is. Hell isn't fire and brimstone, it's being in that ring with me, staring down the face of the devil himself that burns in my eyes! Hell is fearing for your fucking life while a madman contorts your fate like a jigsaw puzzle! HELL IS THE PAIN THAT I BRING FROM DEEP WITHIN!
Priest: How can you be a follower of Christ if you consider yourself the Devil incarnate?
Callous: I never said I was a follower, Father. I've never been a follower of anything. I just want to wage a holy war against a supposed god, and I needed the advice of a man who blindly follows an invisible idol.
Priest: You look down on me, my church, and my followers? You, this sage of violence and all that is evil!? You want my advice? Repent, and repent quickly, before you suffer like so many before you have! Before you get sent to the depths of hell!
Callous: I've already seen hell, Father. Hell is in my head, hell is me still being alive, wanting nothing more than the blood of my victims to spill like The Great Flood. You've never seen hell, Father, you've never even seen heaven. I just wanted advice, and you gave me nothing more than criticism.
Priest: JUST GET OUT! GET OUT OF THE HOUSE OF GOD!
Callous gets his head ridiculously close to the screen.
Callous: Next time you talk to your god, tell him I'll see him soon.
Callous kicks the door open and walks out of the confessional. The priest walks out afterwards, watching him walk out. The priest kneels in front of the crucifixion, praying in hushed tones as Callous walks back out into the storm with the water tracing all down his body he looks into the camera not even paying attention to the storm brewing around him.
We are so quick to judge a book by it's cover. Then again, it's human nature to do anything in your power to make sure you have the upper hand, that you are in control of every situation that you step into. It's our way of reassuring ourselves but to be honest, nothing we do caters to our needs. We follow the path set before us. It's out of our control. And chances are, our disposition will never change.
We won't allow ourselves the opportunity to make the best out of situations that seem useless at first. We want more, we want it all, never realizing that we could learn more from this experience then we would achieving what some might call "the unachieveable." Greed keeps us in check, it sends that chill down your spine, and sends you into a state of the nostalgic sort. We can't overcome the urge, nobody can. It's impulse.
Standing on the porch, the sun glistened and the clouds crowded the bluest of skies. Aching eyes could catch on to the formations but all in all, there wasn't a reason for this process. Imagination is our feeble attempt to escape the confines of reality and there isn't a thing we can gain from thrusting ourselves into a dream. Hopes and dreams aren't worth the time, not in the least. The figure moves readily and settles down on the steps. Speaking softly.
Callous: "It's been a while, hasn't it? Since you've seen my face, since you've heard my voice, I know you missed me. I'll steal the show, like I always do. The contrast alone is something most journalists would marvel at. Cahir, a paragon of the traditional ways. And me, Callous, the Sadistic Sex Symbol, the Loose Cannon, the man who defies logic and flies without wings. There's no comparsion, the only thing we have in common is the desire to be the best. The question is, do you feel that you're ready for this? Do you think you can escape the inevitable? In all honesty, two time-tested warriors are at the helm and only one can walk out with the right to reap the spoils. I look forward to this confrontation more then any other, I look forward to defining each and every divison WCF has to offer, that television title belt belongs around my waist and I'll work towards making a dream come true. I'm just sorry that it has to be at your expense, Cahir. But then again, all things happen for a reason and I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for what is going to happen to you at Monday Night Slam . It's not going to be pretty, Cahir, but it all became inevidable the day the higher ups here in WCF deemed it necesarry to feed you to me like a sacrificial lamb."
"If you're stupid enough to believe that I'd allow you to gain the upper hand, that I'd allow you to catch me off guard then you're sadly mistaken. This is what I've been waiting for, a challenge and now that it's here. I'm not near as excited, I'm not impressed, as a matter of fact I'm melancholy. I slept in today, I woke up with the same smile on my face, and do you know why? Because I know that you can't compete with an athlete of my caliber, I know that you aren't at my level, and that you're better off waiting in the dug out then stepping up to the plate. Don't get me wrong, you've made a lasting impression on this divison, you helped to spark the fuse but that's where this story ends. You aren't extraordinary, you aren't exciting, you're bland at best and that my friend, is reason enough for me to embarrass you in front of the world. I'm daring you to exhaust that arsenal of yours, the text books don't mean a god damn thing if you can't apply the knowledge and I'm waiting patiently for you to make a valid point, to prove me wrong because I'm not one to forgive and I'm not one to forget. Light the fire, give me a reason to come out swinging. You've been up and down this road, you've been wandering aimlessly looking for someone, looking for an equal. But what you've found, is a competitor that is superior to you in every way. You are inferior, Cahir. I'm not going to beat around the bush, I am going to tell you right now that you can't possibly comprehend how much shit you are in. Knee deep doesn't begin to explain, what you've gotten yourself into. I am God's way of telling you that you are better off working a nine-to-five, flipping burgers then attemping to make a name for yourself in a business full of cut throats."
"You are forgetting that times change, that people change, that things change. The days of spandex and suplexes are over. A new craze has arisen from the ashes. Pointless mutiliation, blood shed, it's all apart of the equation. And guess what Cahir? I am the sum of all your fears. You can either accept these changes or you can try desperately to maintain your positive out look on the primitive ways that brought us here, even when you know that they are better left in the past. Evolution is vital to growth, a progress that takes place with or without our consent. So before you try to reason, before to try to stress the subject, remember that it won't change a god damn thing. I am destined for greatness, from day one I've told myself that if I don't live up to the hype, then I don't deserve to live at all. Some people don't realize that this is my life, that this is all I have, and I won't let you or anybody else ruin this for me. I will walk out with the same smug smirk on my face. Even if it means I have to break every bone in my body to do so. It's the only thing that matters, it's the only thing that ever mattered. I decided to reap you're spoils and now it's time for vengeance to come full circle, and unfortunitely for you that means you WILL get hurt."
"I'm sure you'll persist, that you'll come at me with the same ridiculous claims I've hadto listen to throughout the duration of my career and quite frankly, I can't wait to hear what you have to say, actually I'm dying to hear what you have to say. I'm pretty sure you'll resort to pulling something remarkable out of your ass, I'm pretty sure you'll think of something witty in response, it amuses me in a way nothing else can. In this business, we're all walking contradictions. We are afraid to look in the mirror because we see the things we hate, our reflection disgusts us and even when we go out of our way to avoid the cataclysmic, we find it in the most intricate of ways. I have thought about it enough to have it figured out, I know what makes you tick Cahir and I plan on exploiting every weakness and seizing every opportunity that presents itself."
"So Doc, what's the diagnosis? Now that I think of it, I feel naked without a strap around my waist. That alone, is reason enough for me to cut every corner and to make every move count, to make every moment worth living for. This is my drug, this is my anti-drug, how ironic that something can fill each empty space, even when they are exact opposites. That's what makes me cling to this business, it's versatility. It's not one dimensional like a good friend of mine, I think you may know him. He goes by the name of Cahir and he thinks that because he can execute properly that he can overcome any obstacle, that he can tame the trepidation and we all know that knowing is only half of the battle. At least in this line of work. No matter how vast the arsenal, no matter how many times you tell yourself you can, you won't. You won't because I won't allow you to. It's as simple as that. I'm not one for trickery, for mindgames, I'm straight forward and I'm guaranteeing you that by the time this is all said and done. You won't think so highly of yourself, you won't think that you are the beginning and the end, alpha and omega, because you're looking at the best this business will ever see, the best this company will ever see and come Monday Night at Slam you will be shattered, along with your hopes and your dreams attached."
Fade to black.
