Post by silver on Aug 11, 2007 21:14:59 GMT -6
The scene fades in on Silver. He is sitting alone in a darkened. Thick stripes of red and black paint cover the wall, and match with the carpet. A small number of sculptures are in the room. Some of them are abstract works of art, while others boast a certain sort of Grecian perfection. Silver is sitting on a black leather sofa, in front of him is an ebony coffee table, on which a crystal ash trey, a half full bottle of Coca Cola, and a pack of Camel Wides. Beyond the coffee table is a three tiered fountain. Water bubbles out of the top, and trickles down the other two tiers, until it reaches the bottom, where it begins its journey yet again. Half moon globes set in the very bottom of the fountain, and provide a very eerie source of illumination.
“The first loss,” Silver muttered to himself. “Not a true loss. It wasn’t a loss where we were beaten by the better man, or the better team. It was a stolen victory. A victory, which should have been ours. And, I know who to blame for it, and I just want those to people to know that I hate them for it. Scott and Gypsy, I know what you’re thinking right now. I know that you think my hate is directed at you two. But, its not.”
Silver reaches down to the table, picking up the pack of cigarettes. He draws one of the fat stubby Wides out of the box, and places the case back onto the table. The young man then pulls out a silver lighter, decorated with an iron cross, and ignites the flame. Silver holds the flame and the cigarette to his mouth. Inhaling, and listening to the paper begin to burn. He smiles as he exhales the first drag through his nose. Almost enjoying the slight burning sensation it creates. “Lestat, what are you thinking right now? Do you think that you are one of the people I hate for this obscene mar on our perfect tag record? Or, do you hate me for it? I don’t know the answer to the second, but I can tell you this. I don’t hate you for it. It wasn’t your fault we lost. You went into the ring and poured your heart and soul into the match.”
Silver sat back, and sunk into the couch, as he took another drag from the thick cigarette. “Whoever is listening to my promo at the moment must have figured out at least one of the people I hate right now, but let me keep you all on the edge of your seats for just a little longer. I still have to talk about the last two people who were involved in that little fiasco of a match.”
“Hellfire,” Silver said simply, sitting back up straight. “Are you afraid? I know the answer to that. I know that you are afraid. Are you afraid of me hating you? No, I know you don’t fear that. Are you afraid of what is going to happen to you in a TLC match? I don’t think so. You’re just as much of a massicst as Shadow is. Constantly putting yourself in the way of those who are going to run right through you, just like he does. And, no, you aren’t the other person I hate.”
“Shadow,” Silver smirked as the name crossed his lips. “You should be proud. This is the only time I will ever put you and myself in the same place. You see, the two people I HATE for losing this last match are you and me. I should have done what Lestat did. I should have gone down to the ring, and gave everything I had. But, I didn’t and we lost because of that. I had my head shoved so far up my ass that I couldn’t see what was happening, and I want to apologize for it. Lestat, I am sorry. I’m sorry I f**ked this up for you. I’m sorry I PUT that black mark on our record. And, I hope to make it up to you.”
Silver’s head drooped for a moment. The silence in the room was broken only by the trickle of the water from the fountain. “But, now is not the time for feeling sorry for myself. Now is the time to plan for Legendaria. Shadow, you’re little Order wants to make its mark at the place where Legends are made. Too f**king bad. It’s not going to happen. At Legendaria you are going to find the same thing you have found everywhere in POW. Hell, you even lost against Reggie Starr. A six foot and one inch tall, two hundred and thirty pound man, who was torn apart by the smallest wrestler in POW. Then she and Scott Lanegan went on to beat me and Lestat. So, what does that say for your chances at Legendaria.”
Silver snuffed his cigarette out in the ashtray as the scene faded to black.
“The first loss,” Silver muttered to himself. “Not a true loss. It wasn’t a loss where we were beaten by the better man, or the better team. It was a stolen victory. A victory, which should have been ours. And, I know who to blame for it, and I just want those to people to know that I hate them for it. Scott and Gypsy, I know what you’re thinking right now. I know that you think my hate is directed at you two. But, its not.”
Silver reaches down to the table, picking up the pack of cigarettes. He draws one of the fat stubby Wides out of the box, and places the case back onto the table. The young man then pulls out a silver lighter, decorated with an iron cross, and ignites the flame. Silver holds the flame and the cigarette to his mouth. Inhaling, and listening to the paper begin to burn. He smiles as he exhales the first drag through his nose. Almost enjoying the slight burning sensation it creates. “Lestat, what are you thinking right now? Do you think that you are one of the people I hate for this obscene mar on our perfect tag record? Or, do you hate me for it? I don’t know the answer to the second, but I can tell you this. I don’t hate you for it. It wasn’t your fault we lost. You went into the ring and poured your heart and soul into the match.”
Silver sat back, and sunk into the couch, as he took another drag from the thick cigarette. “Whoever is listening to my promo at the moment must have figured out at least one of the people I hate right now, but let me keep you all on the edge of your seats for just a little longer. I still have to talk about the last two people who were involved in that little fiasco of a match.”
“Hellfire,” Silver said simply, sitting back up straight. “Are you afraid? I know the answer to that. I know that you are afraid. Are you afraid of me hating you? No, I know you don’t fear that. Are you afraid of what is going to happen to you in a TLC match? I don’t think so. You’re just as much of a massicst as Shadow is. Constantly putting yourself in the way of those who are going to run right through you, just like he does. And, no, you aren’t the other person I hate.”
“Shadow,” Silver smirked as the name crossed his lips. “You should be proud. This is the only time I will ever put you and myself in the same place. You see, the two people I HATE for losing this last match are you and me. I should have done what Lestat did. I should have gone down to the ring, and gave everything I had. But, I didn’t and we lost because of that. I had my head shoved so far up my ass that I couldn’t see what was happening, and I want to apologize for it. Lestat, I am sorry. I’m sorry I f**ked this up for you. I’m sorry I PUT that black mark on our record. And, I hope to make it up to you.”
Silver’s head drooped for a moment. The silence in the room was broken only by the trickle of the water from the fountain. “But, now is not the time for feeling sorry for myself. Now is the time to plan for Legendaria. Shadow, you’re little Order wants to make its mark at the place where Legends are made. Too f**king bad. It’s not going to happen. At Legendaria you are going to find the same thing you have found everywhere in POW. Hell, you even lost against Reggie Starr. A six foot and one inch tall, two hundred and thirty pound man, who was torn apart by the smallest wrestler in POW. Then she and Scott Lanegan went on to beat me and Lestat. So, what does that say for your chances at Legendaria.”
Silver snuffed his cigarette out in the ashtray as the scene faded to black.