Post by lambertines on Oct 1, 2007 10:24:42 GMT -6
”I’m doin’ a hundred on the highway so if you do the speed limit GET THE f**k outta’ my way!”- Move, Ludacris
Cold, it’s bloody cold today and there’s not a lot I can do about that, sat there is Zeke Inferno, sat in a folding chair in the middle of a dark lockerroom, he sits there, focusing, looking at the ground, wearing his black cargo shorts with steel chains hanging on the side and his Nike kicks, the camera flicks behind him showing the large scar on his back. Zeke is breathing in deeply looking at the ground, his hands clasped together.
Zeke: Pain… Pain is Torment… Torment is not knowing… not knowing is exactly how my life is… I have cheated death while all of the people I considered close to me are not… they’re dead, the only people I have left are Ross and Spike, the Lambert Brothers and Ross is in jail… Spike is the only person I have, I am lost and alone, I can’t feel pain anymore, I am immune to every strike I take in that ring and only the cold steel of a knife piercing my heart or a bullet through the head can stop me. I am Immortal… I have seen God, I know exactly what he looks like… I have lost almost everything, I have nearly lost my life, anybody out there in the POW locker room can not even think of telling me what pain feels like, ‘cause it’s all I’ve ever felt… you can call me self-obsessed but quite frankly, your words will not affect me, I’ve been to Hell and back… and tonight I am here to tell you a story.
Zeke pauses, claps his hands gently for a few before wiping his brow, he then reaches to his right where there’s a desk, where he grabs a bottle of water and lets the sweet, refreshing water enter his mouth, dripping down his throat, he lets out a heavy sigh of relief as he puts the bottle down as the water courses through his system, he then runs his fingers through his hair.
Zeke: I know nothing about my past except for this, I was in a rock-band… God knows what they were called, but apparently I played Guitar for them and they were big… just as we were about to make millions and get possibly our record deal, we were hit… plummeted into by a truck, my girlfriend Eliza, dead, my best friend Jamie Washley, dead, our vocalist, Jason Buckingham, dead, our bass player, Ryan Hamilton, dead, our drummer, Eddie Stevens, dead, everyone in our van was dead, except for me… I don’t know what happened because I got hit pretty hard in the head, Hell I don’t even remember it, I just remember waking up in a cold morgue hearing “Oh My God, he’s alive” from nurses who started panicking.
Zeke stops again, he pauses, letting his word sinking into the fans minds a dark red light spews out onto Zeke from the ceiling, showing Zeke’s dark facial expression, all of the thoughts of pain running through his mind as the next word comes to mind, the camera is still rolling as he cracks his knuckles and continues.
Zeke: Then, after all that I moved across the lake, came to my homeland in the good ol’ US of A, I started off small, working on this fat bitch’s farm, collecting in the harvest and mucking out the horses, it was shitty wages but it kept me in my apartment… then, I moved on, I met Spike, who saved my life, he got me a job over in New York, I moved into Spike’s apartment with him and his girlfriend Charlotte, it was a little awkward so as soon as I had my life on track I was out of there, I was a pasty bastard but I could run very fast, I would sprint miles and I would street-fight to build up my strength, 9 times out of 10 I’d end up in A&E until I started weightlifting but hey, I got paid. After I gave up on my street-fighting, I bailed out of New York…
Zeke stops to muse, before looking back at the camera.
Zeke: I went back to the UK, to Liverpool trying to find out how I’d lived, but the truth of the matter is, Zeke Inferno is not even my birth-name… I honestly don’t know what my name really is… but I liked this name so I rolled with it, anywhoo, I tried to trace my roots, see if I could find any places that looked familiar and I managed to find my old house… it was boarded up in ruins but a good crowbar solves all of life’s problems, doesn’t it? I dug around for what I could find and found an old picture of me, my parents and a third person, another kid, about the same size as me, I don’t have any clue who it was though… I looked around for others but gave up… I then disappeared into Wales for several months, not thinking to come back.
Zeke sits and lets his word sink in somewhat, taking a deep breath, he strokes his beard briefly before continuing to speak.
Zeke: And then during that I went on a journey of self-discovery… but that’s another story for another time… right now, I’ve got one message to convey and that is to the man I will face at the show, Omega Storm, Omega, I feel insulted to be put into the same show as you, never mind the same match, you’re a pathetic excuse for a star and an even lousier excuse for name creating, you are one pathetic bastard and coming the show, I will PROVE to you why I am the best combatant to ever step into a f**kin’ ring, you’ll beg for mercy and I will break you in two… I am an Iron Man, you are a mere mortal. I’ll be the judge, you’ll be the defendant and the crowd can be the jury… I’ll give you your trial by fire and YOU WILL. GET. BURNT, for I am Zeke Inferno, gift of God and your trial is LONG, OVERDUE!
Zeke gets up and kicks the chair out the way as we draw to a fade.
Cold, it’s bloody cold today and there’s not a lot I can do about that, sat there is Zeke Inferno, sat in a folding chair in the middle of a dark lockerroom, he sits there, focusing, looking at the ground, wearing his black cargo shorts with steel chains hanging on the side and his Nike kicks, the camera flicks behind him showing the large scar on his back. Zeke is breathing in deeply looking at the ground, his hands clasped together.
Zeke: Pain… Pain is Torment… Torment is not knowing… not knowing is exactly how my life is… I have cheated death while all of the people I considered close to me are not… they’re dead, the only people I have left are Ross and Spike, the Lambert Brothers and Ross is in jail… Spike is the only person I have, I am lost and alone, I can’t feel pain anymore, I am immune to every strike I take in that ring and only the cold steel of a knife piercing my heart or a bullet through the head can stop me. I am Immortal… I have seen God, I know exactly what he looks like… I have lost almost everything, I have nearly lost my life, anybody out there in the POW locker room can not even think of telling me what pain feels like, ‘cause it’s all I’ve ever felt… you can call me self-obsessed but quite frankly, your words will not affect me, I’ve been to Hell and back… and tonight I am here to tell you a story.
Zeke pauses, claps his hands gently for a few before wiping his brow, he then reaches to his right where there’s a desk, where he grabs a bottle of water and lets the sweet, refreshing water enter his mouth, dripping down his throat, he lets out a heavy sigh of relief as he puts the bottle down as the water courses through his system, he then runs his fingers through his hair.
Zeke: I know nothing about my past except for this, I was in a rock-band… God knows what they were called, but apparently I played Guitar for them and they were big… just as we were about to make millions and get possibly our record deal, we were hit… plummeted into by a truck, my girlfriend Eliza, dead, my best friend Jamie Washley, dead, our vocalist, Jason Buckingham, dead, our bass player, Ryan Hamilton, dead, our drummer, Eddie Stevens, dead, everyone in our van was dead, except for me… I don’t know what happened because I got hit pretty hard in the head, Hell I don’t even remember it, I just remember waking up in a cold morgue hearing “Oh My God, he’s alive” from nurses who started panicking.
Zeke stops again, he pauses, letting his word sinking into the fans minds a dark red light spews out onto Zeke from the ceiling, showing Zeke’s dark facial expression, all of the thoughts of pain running through his mind as the next word comes to mind, the camera is still rolling as he cracks his knuckles and continues.
Zeke: Then, after all that I moved across the lake, came to my homeland in the good ol’ US of A, I started off small, working on this fat bitch’s farm, collecting in the harvest and mucking out the horses, it was shitty wages but it kept me in my apartment… then, I moved on, I met Spike, who saved my life, he got me a job over in New York, I moved into Spike’s apartment with him and his girlfriend Charlotte, it was a little awkward so as soon as I had my life on track I was out of there, I was a pasty bastard but I could run very fast, I would sprint miles and I would street-fight to build up my strength, 9 times out of 10 I’d end up in A&E until I started weightlifting but hey, I got paid. After I gave up on my street-fighting, I bailed out of New York…
Zeke stops to muse, before looking back at the camera.
Zeke: I went back to the UK, to Liverpool trying to find out how I’d lived, but the truth of the matter is, Zeke Inferno is not even my birth-name… I honestly don’t know what my name really is… but I liked this name so I rolled with it, anywhoo, I tried to trace my roots, see if I could find any places that looked familiar and I managed to find my old house… it was boarded up in ruins but a good crowbar solves all of life’s problems, doesn’t it? I dug around for what I could find and found an old picture of me, my parents and a third person, another kid, about the same size as me, I don’t have any clue who it was though… I looked around for others but gave up… I then disappeared into Wales for several months, not thinking to come back.
Zeke sits and lets his word sink in somewhat, taking a deep breath, he strokes his beard briefly before continuing to speak.
Zeke: And then during that I went on a journey of self-discovery… but that’s another story for another time… right now, I’ve got one message to convey and that is to the man I will face at the show, Omega Storm, Omega, I feel insulted to be put into the same show as you, never mind the same match, you’re a pathetic excuse for a star and an even lousier excuse for name creating, you are one pathetic bastard and coming the show, I will PROVE to you why I am the best combatant to ever step into a f**kin’ ring, you’ll beg for mercy and I will break you in two… I am an Iron Man, you are a mere mortal. I’ll be the judge, you’ll be the defendant and the crowd can be the jury… I’ll give you your trial by fire and YOU WILL. GET. BURNT, for I am Zeke Inferno, gift of God and your trial is LONG, OVERDUE!
Zeke gets up and kicks the chair out the way as we draw to a fade.