Post by black on Aug 22, 2007 19:23:23 GMT -6
::Scene::In a neighborhood. Children are out playing with their dogs, balls or whatever puts a smile on their face. Some locals are washing their cars, some sitting on the porch just enjoying the breeze. However the sound of the children's laughter begins to fade. The sounds of dogs barking, water running and car engines have faded out. The Phantasm theme begins to play in the background. The scene turns from happy and bright to a dark gloomy and abandoned neighborhood. The camera begins to move toward a house. It's very poor in design, wooden planks are hanging off all sides. Some parts of the roof have broken in. The door swings slightly as it is partly hanging off the hinges. The windows are busted out. As the cameras near the door it opens almost as if it has a life of its on. Inside the place is even worse than the outside. Trash lays on the floor. What little furniture there is, is dusty, torn or broken. There's a TV with a busted out screen. The wall paper is hanging off in many areas. All over the wall oddly are written words. Words like "I hate you!", "!@#$ The World". The crew begins to ascend the creaky stairs. They round the corner and enter an empty room. Or so they thought it was empty as they turn back toward a corner you see Oni sitting there. He has one knee up with his elbow resting on it and his head in his hand. His other leg is just laid straight out. A distant look on his face. Knowing the crew is there, he begins to speak.::
Oni: How long I ask you. How long before the jokes end. How long before the words that I speak are heard and taken with great concern. How long must I endure the bullsh!t I have had to face in this business since day one. Never does it fail that my existence, that my words are never taken seriously or with great understanding. I found out how deep emotional scars can cut way before I should have learned. I learned about the hell life can bring before I should have learned it. I can always remember when it first happened to me.
Time and time again my old man would say, "you go to school you come home. You come home, you do your chores then you can play. You go outside you stay in the yard, don't go out of the yard. You step out of this yard and I will give you two a beating so bad your asses will need to be super glued to your body." I had heard many times about children getting their spankings in school. So one day me and my brother figure what the hey. What's one little spanking. We step out of the yard, we walk down the road. We played here and there. Then when my father got home. I can always remember when he came home. I could always smell the oil covering his clothes. He'd walk to the kitchen, his boots thumping the floor. Open the refrigerator and grab a beer. He'd walk back into the living room and take a seat and drink his beer. This day was different however.
I remember hearing the heavy foot steps coming up the stairs. The slam of my door as he violently shoved it open. Here it comes I remember thinking. The spanking I heard so much about. I was so wrong. My father didn't have a belt in his hand. He walked right over to me towering over my small young stature. I saw his hand go up in the air, curl up and then lower. Then I felt a pain like never before as he knocked the wind out of me. He continued to beat on me. While most kids would only be focused on the beating and the pain, another thing went through my head that day.
How could this man, who is suppose to be my father be doing this to me. The man who is suppose to love me, care for me, teach me how to be a man. It was then that I realized the horrors of life. It was then I realized that I was going to have fight to survive. If my own father would do this to me imagine what someone who wasn't my father could do. It was then I realized that if I can;t even trust my own flesh and blood I CAN'T TRUST ANYONE! It was then I realized I WAS GOING TO HAVE TO TURN ON THOSE CLOSE TO ME BEFORE THEY TURNED ON ME!.
I may be a joke to Big Ci and Maverick. I may not be the most shiny and most sharp knife in the drawer. But one think I refuse to be called IS A LOSER! One think I refuse to be called IS A JOKE! And I don't give a damn if you think the person that I am is outdated, I don't give a damn if you don't respect who I am because I am not Japanese. I am not here to appeal to anyones eyes. I am not here to make anyone drool at the sound of my music or the site of my being. I am not here to impress Maverick or Big Ci. I signed up to POW to do only one thing AND THAT'S FIGHT!.
So the person I am to you may be boring and outdated. But the one mistake you dared to make was to believe that I am playing a character. That I am playing something that has been done over and over again. You fail to realize that what you see here is the real me. You fail to realize that the horrors I have planned for you is real. The moment you said I was a character, the moment you said I was portraying a gimmick YOU TOSSED YOURSELF INTO THE LAKE OF FIRE! So you think because you have faced guys like me in the past that I am the same. You think that just because you have a title over your shoulder that you are going to walk through this match. WELL IT WON'T HAPPEN THAT EASILY. If you want to get through this match you are going to have to hurt to do it. And I am talking so hurt that the next morning and the morning after and the morning after that, you still feel the battle scars from my onslaught.
Now Big Ci you are right I don't know your life. I can't even began to understand what you have been through with this person or that person. However you only talked about the scaring you have gotten in the business. WELL THE SCARS YOU SEE ON ME AND THE SCARS YOU DON'T SEE HAVE COME FROM ALL TIMES IN MY LIFE, not just the ring. I can tell you things Big Ci that would turn you albino. I could tell Maverick things that would make him wish he really did have superhuman powers. The two of you are looking for a simple wrestling match. Or maybe not simple just a good match nonetheless. The thing about that is I HAVE NEVER BEEN CALLED A WRESTLER!
Even when the announcers and commentators talked about me. They never referred to me as a great wrestler. The always called me a brawler, a fighter, a psychopath. Now don't get me wrong I can bend and twist like a Hart. I can fly if need be like a luchadore. But the one thing I do best IS BEATING, AND KICKING AND PUNCHING AND STOMPING AND MAIMING AND CUTTING AND TEARING AND RIPPING PEOPLE APART! So to you I may be just Brian Lee. To you I may be just some guy playing a demonic wacko. But while you are there believing that you are going to be facing Brian Lee, or believing you are facing just another guy playing Mr. darkside. It will be ONI who's eating at your flesh. It will be Oni who is grinding your bones. It will be Oni who is making the fans that you both so adore, cringe and look away at the savagery that I do to you both.
Now my partner has only said a few things. Maybe he's running scared with his hanging flesh between his legs. Even if I have to fight this match alone Ci and Maverick, I'll make you both think twice before you ever want to cross paths with me again. You two call yourself members of the 4horsemen XE. YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO THE NAME. You make the Horseman name look like a circus team. That's the thing though. You two need to be belong to a team. You need people there to watch your back, people to joke around with. You need the fans eating the cow sh!t that you feed them week in and week out. Because without them you'd be nothing but me.
You know it's guys like me who have made guys like you look good in the past. It's guys like me who have made guys like you look tough in the past because we were forced to lay on our backs. YOU WON'T FORCE ME TO LAY DOWN SO EASILY. You told me to try beating on you Big Ci WELL I'M NOT GOING TO TRY I AM GOING TO! You will regret asking me to do so. So while you and Maverick stand around, you joke, you party, you play. You raise your gold in the air. You look at each other and and roll your eyes at the names on the card. Though as you joke, and play and party, I sit and I wait and wait. I watch the clocks as I go about my days. I can't help but shake, and jump and jitter at hearing the morning bells of a church somewhere afar. Because it lets me know that soon, soon SOON! I will get my chance to put my hands on you both. Not in a good way. Not in a friendly way. But in a way as if I belonged in a straight jacket, strapped down tight to a bed and kept away from the public because I am too dangerous to be be released into society.
::He gets up into the cameras::
Oni: You guys can play all you want, but you better start taking me real...damn..SERIOUSLY! Because unlike you two I haven't made it to where I long to be. So when you sit there and you joke and look pass me like I'm just another loser. You fail to grasp that it is me who has everything to gain and nothing to lose. So I will do whatever I have to, however I have to. To get to where you are. So one thing is for sure, at. You know what, F!CK the damn quotes. The both of you are just F!CKING DEAD! Get these gawd damn cameras out of here!
::The scene fades out as Oni storms off the set.::
Oni: How long I ask you. How long before the jokes end. How long before the words that I speak are heard and taken with great concern. How long must I endure the bullsh!t I have had to face in this business since day one. Never does it fail that my existence, that my words are never taken seriously or with great understanding. I found out how deep emotional scars can cut way before I should have learned. I learned about the hell life can bring before I should have learned it. I can always remember when it first happened to me.
Time and time again my old man would say, "you go to school you come home. You come home, you do your chores then you can play. You go outside you stay in the yard, don't go out of the yard. You step out of this yard and I will give you two a beating so bad your asses will need to be super glued to your body." I had heard many times about children getting their spankings in school. So one day me and my brother figure what the hey. What's one little spanking. We step out of the yard, we walk down the road. We played here and there. Then when my father got home. I can always remember when he came home. I could always smell the oil covering his clothes. He'd walk to the kitchen, his boots thumping the floor. Open the refrigerator and grab a beer. He'd walk back into the living room and take a seat and drink his beer. This day was different however.
I remember hearing the heavy foot steps coming up the stairs. The slam of my door as he violently shoved it open. Here it comes I remember thinking. The spanking I heard so much about. I was so wrong. My father didn't have a belt in his hand. He walked right over to me towering over my small young stature. I saw his hand go up in the air, curl up and then lower. Then I felt a pain like never before as he knocked the wind out of me. He continued to beat on me. While most kids would only be focused on the beating and the pain, another thing went through my head that day.
How could this man, who is suppose to be my father be doing this to me. The man who is suppose to love me, care for me, teach me how to be a man. It was then that I realized the horrors of life. It was then I realized that I was going to have fight to survive. If my own father would do this to me imagine what someone who wasn't my father could do. It was then I realized that if I can;t even trust my own flesh and blood I CAN'T TRUST ANYONE! It was then I realized I WAS GOING TO HAVE TO TURN ON THOSE CLOSE TO ME BEFORE THEY TURNED ON ME!.
I may be a joke to Big Ci and Maverick. I may not be the most shiny and most sharp knife in the drawer. But one think I refuse to be called IS A LOSER! One think I refuse to be called IS A JOKE! And I don't give a damn if you think the person that I am is outdated, I don't give a damn if you don't respect who I am because I am not Japanese. I am not here to appeal to anyones eyes. I am not here to make anyone drool at the sound of my music or the site of my being. I am not here to impress Maverick or Big Ci. I signed up to POW to do only one thing AND THAT'S FIGHT!.
So the person I am to you may be boring and outdated. But the one mistake you dared to make was to believe that I am playing a character. That I am playing something that has been done over and over again. You fail to realize that what you see here is the real me. You fail to realize that the horrors I have planned for you is real. The moment you said I was a character, the moment you said I was portraying a gimmick YOU TOSSED YOURSELF INTO THE LAKE OF FIRE! So you think because you have faced guys like me in the past that I am the same. You think that just because you have a title over your shoulder that you are going to walk through this match. WELL IT WON'T HAPPEN THAT EASILY. If you want to get through this match you are going to have to hurt to do it. And I am talking so hurt that the next morning and the morning after and the morning after that, you still feel the battle scars from my onslaught.
Now Big Ci you are right I don't know your life. I can't even began to understand what you have been through with this person or that person. However you only talked about the scaring you have gotten in the business. WELL THE SCARS YOU SEE ON ME AND THE SCARS YOU DON'T SEE HAVE COME FROM ALL TIMES IN MY LIFE, not just the ring. I can tell you things Big Ci that would turn you albino. I could tell Maverick things that would make him wish he really did have superhuman powers. The two of you are looking for a simple wrestling match. Or maybe not simple just a good match nonetheless. The thing about that is I HAVE NEVER BEEN CALLED A WRESTLER!
Even when the announcers and commentators talked about me. They never referred to me as a great wrestler. The always called me a brawler, a fighter, a psychopath. Now don't get me wrong I can bend and twist like a Hart. I can fly if need be like a luchadore. But the one thing I do best IS BEATING, AND KICKING AND PUNCHING AND STOMPING AND MAIMING AND CUTTING AND TEARING AND RIPPING PEOPLE APART! So to you I may be just Brian Lee. To you I may be just some guy playing a demonic wacko. But while you are there believing that you are going to be facing Brian Lee, or believing you are facing just another guy playing Mr. darkside. It will be ONI who's eating at your flesh. It will be Oni who is grinding your bones. It will be Oni who is making the fans that you both so adore, cringe and look away at the savagery that I do to you both.
Now my partner has only said a few things. Maybe he's running scared with his hanging flesh between his legs. Even if I have to fight this match alone Ci and Maverick, I'll make you both think twice before you ever want to cross paths with me again. You two call yourself members of the 4horsemen XE. YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO THE NAME. You make the Horseman name look like a circus team. That's the thing though. You two need to be belong to a team. You need people there to watch your back, people to joke around with. You need the fans eating the cow sh!t that you feed them week in and week out. Because without them you'd be nothing but me.
You know it's guys like me who have made guys like you look good in the past. It's guys like me who have made guys like you look tough in the past because we were forced to lay on our backs. YOU WON'T FORCE ME TO LAY DOWN SO EASILY. You told me to try beating on you Big Ci WELL I'M NOT GOING TO TRY I AM GOING TO! You will regret asking me to do so. So while you and Maverick stand around, you joke, you party, you play. You raise your gold in the air. You look at each other and and roll your eyes at the names on the card. Though as you joke, and play and party, I sit and I wait and wait. I watch the clocks as I go about my days. I can't help but shake, and jump and jitter at hearing the morning bells of a church somewhere afar. Because it lets me know that soon, soon SOON! I will get my chance to put my hands on you both. Not in a good way. Not in a friendly way. But in a way as if I belonged in a straight jacket, strapped down tight to a bed and kept away from the public because I am too dangerous to be be released into society.
::He gets up into the cameras::
Oni: You guys can play all you want, but you better start taking me real...damn..SERIOUSLY! Because unlike you two I haven't made it to where I long to be. So when you sit there and you joke and look pass me like I'm just another loser. You fail to grasp that it is me who has everything to gain and nothing to lose. So I will do whatever I have to, however I have to. To get to where you are. So one thing is for sure, at. You know what, F!CK the damn quotes. The both of you are just F!CKING DEAD! Get these gawd damn cameras out of here!
::The scene fades out as Oni storms off the set.::