Post by thewobert on Aug 27, 2007 21:29:43 GMT -6
The arena is dark and silent. The ring stands still, in the middle of row after row of empty seats. They are empty and await the roaring crowd that will soon fill them. But at the moment, they are empty and dark. Sitting somberly on the ring apron, man sits in the shadows. Only the small ray of moon light can shape the outline of this man.
He sits with his head hung low, and his body limp. The only moment from him is the slowly dangling necklaces from his neck. Suddenly, his arm draws slowly across the apron, and lifts up something from his side. He lifts up the dark, bulky looking object, and the moon light soon glistens from its gold plates. The man somberly holds the belt in front of him, till he slides the belt into the middle of the ring. The moon light shines down onto the Mid-Atlantic title, and as the man stands above it, Buddy's grim face comes into view.
He stares down at the belt for what seems like an eternity. Slowly, he breaks his chance by taking off his beads. The beads limply hang in his hands, as suddenly, they plummet to the ground. They land across the belt, almost covering it. Slowly, Buddy turns and rolls out of the ring, leaving the belt and beads behind. Buddy disappears into the shadows, and the scene becomes still. Slowly, music starts to fill the air......
"We both lie silently still.....
In the dead of the night.....
Although we both lie close together......
We feel miles apart inside.....
Was it something I said or something I did.....
Did my words not come out right.....
Though I tried not to hurt you.....
Though I tried.....
But I guess thats why they say....
Every rose has its thorn.....
Just like every night has its dawn....
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song.....
Every rose has its thorn......"
He sits with his head hung low, and his body limp. The only moment from him is the slowly dangling necklaces from his neck. Suddenly, his arm draws slowly across the apron, and lifts up something from his side. He lifts up the dark, bulky looking object, and the moon light soon glistens from its gold plates. The man somberly holds the belt in front of him, till he slides the belt into the middle of the ring. The moon light shines down onto the Mid-Atlantic title, and as the man stands above it, Buddy's grim face comes into view.
He stares down at the belt for what seems like an eternity. Slowly, he breaks his chance by taking off his beads. The beads limply hang in his hands, as suddenly, they plummet to the ground. They land across the belt, almost covering it. Slowly, Buddy turns and rolls out of the ring, leaving the belt and beads behind. Buddy disappears into the shadows, and the scene becomes still. Slowly, music starts to fill the air......
"We both lie silently still.....
In the dead of the night.....
Although we both lie close together......
We feel miles apart inside.....
Was it something I said or something I did.....
Did my words not come out right.....
Though I tried not to hurt you.....
Though I tried.....
But I guess thats why they say....
Every rose has its thorn.....
Just like every night has its dawn....
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song.....
Every rose has its thorn......"