Post by thenumber on Oct 23, 2010 12:22:23 GMT -4
+-[7]*/ The first thing to see is a breathtaking view, from on high. We are at quite an altitude, as looking straight out to the left and right, we see nothing but wind swept clouds. They have a slightly grey cast to them, though don’t look truly dark, and we can see patches of rain happening at various points in the foreground, but not here. Pulling back a bit, we see The Number moving amongst a large crowd mixed of white and Asian people, steadily moving up a large, rocky trail. After walking for awhile, there gets to be a flattened area where people are snapping pictures, or sitting on benches and relaxing. Moving away from the area, but not far from it, The Number sits himself down on a large, flat boulder. He actually sweeps the hair that constantly covers his face, and looks into the camera with a flat expression, neither happy nor angry; contemplative, one might say. *-[7]+/
The Number = No, I am not angry, for once. How can one, when they are faced with such beauty? Climbing Mt. Fuji will do that to a man though, I suppose. It’s quite breathtaking, and when one looks out and sees nothing but the clouds and sky, in the distance, one can’t help but forget his troubles, fears, frustrations and heartache. Yes, all of those emotions have come over me recently, oh yes, not unfeeling, yes, certainly not a robot, yes, a man just like the rest of them, yes, but not quite exactly like the rest of them, oh yes, not at all what one could deem normal…
[7]*-/+ Eyes--that normally aren’t seen--that might usually be described as troubled, angry, or some other emotion tied to being dark or twisted, instead convey little about what the strange man is thinking. They hardly move, but sometimes look to the left or right. After some long moments, he returns them to the lens. */-+[7]
The Number = Fifteen minutes, Shaun Kilgore, that is all the time you will have. When that bell rings, this Sunday, you could still be considered the APW Overdrive champion for that long, but only for fifteen minutes. Through one third of that length of time, it might start to sink into your brain, finally, that your title reign is in serious jeopardy. I can only wonder, how long it will take, before the referee decides that you could not possibly regain the advantage, and decides to award me the match, and the title. If I, say, were able to put you through nine tables, and you only having gotten me through one, would he decide that enough is enough, and declare me the winner? Honestly, I hope not, and that the match goes the full length of the fifteen minutes. I think I can only get my full aggression out on you in the fullness of our time together. Overconfidence, you might say, but no. I am confident in my abilities, oh yes, but desire is the lowest common denominator here, Shaun Kilgore, and little else will help me win. Desire to prove myself greater than you, yes, there is that. More over, there is the desire to take all the pain, physical and otherwise, that you and your representatives--more often than not--delivered to me and give it back to you, doubled. The desire to show to the world that sometimes, it is possible for one man to overthrow a whole army.
-[7]+/* A slight smile actually appears on The Number’s face, which looks genuine, as his gaze sweeps out to the clouds around him. Grabbing a rock at his feet, he holds it at arm’s length when he starts to continue.
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The Number = Somehow, though I should be, I am not worried about what will come of this match. That is to say, I am no worried that the fat ass Dunpork will not ruin this night, in Tokyo, for me. That the Red Shield Mafia will do just that, and shield you from a loss that you deserve, Kilgore. Diamante, Kingston, I am not concerned with them either. Do I have an insurance policy, so to speak, against there plans? Perhaps, and perhaps not; it is no secret that I do not think I can name any man or women in Action Packed Wrestling as my friend. Perhaps, though, you have built up enough enemies, to garner me some common allies, come Sunday. Or maybe I’ll just be ready for them, should they come. Men in the NBA have what they call ‘court vision’, so why can I not do the same? You do not intimidate me, physically, after all. So then, why not keep one eye on you and one all around me, so that I can be prepared to take them out, or all of them out, if they should come to interfere? One cannot say that I do not learn from my mistakes, and the one mistake I made, those weeks ago after the battle royal, was to anticipate your weak will. I know now that you are no true champion, and you are not a man who likes to prove that you have earned what is awarded to you.
-*[7]+- A momentary fade in the scene sees that we come back to see The Number one amongst many, again, as they climb ever upward towards eventually getting to the peak of Mt. Fuji. The crunching of snow under boot can be heard throughout, and little else, besides a low murmur of mixed voices. The camera man is right next to The Number, and to his right, when the big man begins to speak, in a lower voice than before, so as to disturb those seeking the peace and tranquility of the mountain, as little as possible.
+-[7]*/
The Number = Where was I? It is easy to lose oneself, when they are amongst one of the grandest stages that nature has ever set. Ahh yes, Kilgore, I remember, yes, I know what I wanted to continue with, yes, champions, yes, soldiers, oh yes, earning what they get, yes yes, after all, oh yes, a soldier must earn his purple heart, yes, and continue to be brave. You gained the purple heart of bravery in combat, but now that you have it, you feel you have nothing left to prove, and adopt cowardice, thinking that how you acted once will keep the public from thinking otherwise of you in the future. Cowardice is now your way, because you are a lazy man, and you think you can afford it. Others fight for you now, is that not true? I don’t care what your answer, because I know the truth that lies in your heart. I know you dread fighting me, and you are right to feel that. But fight me you must, and you might as well come alone to this fight. This time will be different, your soldiers will be ineffectual this time; yes, this time the toy king must defend his kingdom, and I will show the kingdom that you never should have assumed the crown in the first place.
-*+/[7] A deep, rich laughter escapes The Number’s throat, that bares no malice or anger behind it. It’s the tone of a man who is truly enjoying a good joke, though what that is isn’t very apparent. It catches some people, tourists or not, off guard and they look back to him, but only momentarily. The Number seems oblivious to it all, as he continues to enjoy his private mirth. When he’s finished, he continues on. +-/*[7]
The Number = Yes, I think I’ve finally gotten past being angry, when thinking about all you and your underlings have done to me, and just to think it all funny. This is not to say I’m going to be some happy go lucky idiot that panders to the crowd, oh no. Still, I can look past all that has happened, and walk into One Night in Hell with nothing but anticipation. Each table that you go through will help me to erase every slight you and yours have done unto me; give and take, that is the way of all things, after all. I’ve said it before, that no one place can have eternal sunshine. Even the desert has it’s storms, Shaun Kilgore, as I can tell you. Each day has it’s night, and what a fitting place for darkness to fall across your land, than at a Pay Per View filled with so many reminders of Halloween. Of the gruesome, twisted ghouls and goblins that we mask ourselves as, for just that one night. On the darkest day of the year, I will make sure that yours is filled with pain and sorrow, that this night casts the deepest shadows where you stand.
-[7]+*/ Another area of rest is off, just to the left, and with good reason. Looking up ahead a bit, we see that the paths get much narrower, and a bit treacherous at that. Many people are milling about this large rest area, which has another wide path even farther to the left, which many people are using to go back down the mountain, having done all the climbing they can. The Number moves over to the rest area himself, and walks to it’s edge. +[7]-/*
The Number = At the top of the mountain, Mr. Kilgore, do you look down and dread the sight? Do you say to yourself that now you have go to all the work of getting down? Lament that you have to do so, and procrastinate about eventually making your descent? Somehow, I think you do. You have been at the top for quite some time, and are like a stubborn child, who does not want to relinquish his position at the top. But that time has come Kilgore, can’t you feel it in the air? Let yourself shut it out, but you know that your time has come. I see that now, I see why you have worked so hard to avoid me, at every turn. That’s why I’m not angry anymore; not at you, not at your flunkies. They are weaker than you, and seek your approval to feel better about themselves. They help you, and there is purpose in their lives, because they have nothing to be proud of in their own lives. Oh yes, the tag team titles are in your group’s possession, though I predict they won’t keep them for long. Not that I could say they are friends, but I think that Gates and Blade have their number, and they’ll come out of that ladder match with those tag team titles in their hands. Because your accomplices are not worthy of championships, just as you are not. Yes, I think once One Night in Hell is over and done with, you and your little Empire will not be so grand as it once was. You will lose all the gold, yes indeed, no more gold, yes, for Kilgore, oh yes, for the Sports Nutz, yes yes, no more prizes for the children this time, yes, bad children do not deserve such precious gifts, yes, and bad children always get punished, yes, at one time or another.
[7]*-+/ The Number looks down to a rock at his feet, and touches it four times before lifting it up his face. He stares at it intensely while he continues. *-+/[7]
The Number = It is time for that punishment Kilgore, time for you to finally learn that you should have thought more than twice, about what you did to me, when you first faced me. It’s amazing to know that you still do not understand that I am a man who will not easily be turned away from something I want. You and your little friends have beaten up on me time and time again, and yet I have gotten up each and every time. I have taken my beatings, and used them to further strengthen my resolve that I would visit all that pain back on you. I hate to use movies as a reference, but seeing as how we are in Japan, I think it appropriate. Your friends are like the little toy tanks and jets that seek to stop me, Godzilla, in whatever goal he has. Yes, I have seen one or two of these movies. Sometimes the beast is as a protector, and sometimes he is cast in the role of the destroyer--and there is always wide spread destruction, no matter his mood. Maybe you, Kilgore, can place yourself as one of the monsters that the great, mutated lizard fights against, but in the end, Godzilla is always victorious, making his way back to his home under the waves, until the next time. Even if I should not come out on the winning side, I will come back for my revenge, even if that time is some time down the line.
-+[7]*/ Though seated, The Number stomps his boots on the rocks around him, as if he thought city streets and screaming people were crunching under them, rather than the rocks and stone of Mt. Fuji. He throws the rock in his hand in a big, sweeping motion of his arm, and a slight smirk dots his face for a moment, before picking up another and doing the same to it. He laughs in a low tone for a moment before picking up another.
+-[7]/*
The Number = Still, I think our battle at One Night in Hell will end things, at least for now. Yes, I think the Godzilla reference is quite a fitting one, when you really think about it. Two great, monolithic powers coming to a head, here in Tokyo, where we will put on an epic spectacle for it’s residents to see. There will be so much broken wood and twisted metal that one could easily imagine we to be those giant monsters, having trampled through a small town out in the Japanese countryside. Those watching will gasp, now and then, while the behemoths clash, and though neither of us are liked, they will watch all the same, and cheer when one of us goes through a table. You might be able to put me through a few, I will grant you that Kilgore. Still, though Godzilla might get hurt a bit, and always sustains some damage during his battles, he always comes back and makes the other monster suffer all the more, before defeating him. I cannot breath fire upon you, nor lash you with a tail, but I will inflict great pain upon you, all the same.
-*+/[7] He throws the other rock violently, as he stomps a bit more as he begins to walk towards a small building that seems to serve as a bathroom. He stands nearly ten feet away, for a time, before deciding he needs to use it, after all. When he comes out, shortly after, he looks to the left and right again, for long moments, before going back to the right, and looking up to the ascent before him. The camera man is at his back, when he starts to speak again. *-+/[7]
The Number = Yes, I’ve got to do this, I must climb to the top. I know the view will be worth it, and I feel that I don’t want to come down off this fantastic mountain. It has changed me, at least for a time. These are the moments that change a man’s view forever, and I think the experience will prove to better me, in the end. I will climb to the top, Kilgore, just like I will climb through the ranks of the APW. You are not the peak, not by far, but you will prove to be a significant point, in my journey. It will be difficult to get past you, that is certain, but not at all impossible. I will have some difficulty with you, but I will become the new Overdrive champion, Shaun Kilgore, have no doubts about it. I cannot wait, for this Sunday, because the great battle will finally come to fruition. And speaking of fruit, let me leave you with an old saying. You reap what you sow, Kilgore, and all that the Empire has sown is the rotted seeds of deception and cowardice, producing a diseased harvest that will sustain nothing.
[7]-+/* Even as the The Number takes only a few steps towards the narrow, steeper paths leading to Mt. Fuji’s peak, red equations start to fill the screen, starting to obscure him and the rest of the view. After a moment, a larger one fills the middle, stating 15+2+6=23, before smaller ones rapidly take over all that you can see. -+/*[7]
The Number = No, I am not angry, for once. How can one, when they are faced with such beauty? Climbing Mt. Fuji will do that to a man though, I suppose. It’s quite breathtaking, and when one looks out and sees nothing but the clouds and sky, in the distance, one can’t help but forget his troubles, fears, frustrations and heartache. Yes, all of those emotions have come over me recently, oh yes, not unfeeling, yes, certainly not a robot, yes, a man just like the rest of them, yes, but not quite exactly like the rest of them, oh yes, not at all what one could deem normal…
[7]*-/+ Eyes--that normally aren’t seen--that might usually be described as troubled, angry, or some other emotion tied to being dark or twisted, instead convey little about what the strange man is thinking. They hardly move, but sometimes look to the left or right. After some long moments, he returns them to the lens. */-+[7]
The Number = Fifteen minutes, Shaun Kilgore, that is all the time you will have. When that bell rings, this Sunday, you could still be considered the APW Overdrive champion for that long, but only for fifteen minutes. Through one third of that length of time, it might start to sink into your brain, finally, that your title reign is in serious jeopardy. I can only wonder, how long it will take, before the referee decides that you could not possibly regain the advantage, and decides to award me the match, and the title. If I, say, were able to put you through nine tables, and you only having gotten me through one, would he decide that enough is enough, and declare me the winner? Honestly, I hope not, and that the match goes the full length of the fifteen minutes. I think I can only get my full aggression out on you in the fullness of our time together. Overconfidence, you might say, but no. I am confident in my abilities, oh yes, but desire is the lowest common denominator here, Shaun Kilgore, and little else will help me win. Desire to prove myself greater than you, yes, there is that. More over, there is the desire to take all the pain, physical and otherwise, that you and your representatives--more often than not--delivered to me and give it back to you, doubled. The desire to show to the world that sometimes, it is possible for one man to overthrow a whole army.
-[7]+/* A slight smile actually appears on The Number’s face, which looks genuine, as his gaze sweeps out to the clouds around him. Grabbing a rock at his feet, he holds it at arm’s length when he starts to continue.
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The Number = Somehow, though I should be, I am not worried about what will come of this match. That is to say, I am no worried that the fat ass Dunpork will not ruin this night, in Tokyo, for me. That the Red Shield Mafia will do just that, and shield you from a loss that you deserve, Kilgore. Diamante, Kingston, I am not concerned with them either. Do I have an insurance policy, so to speak, against there plans? Perhaps, and perhaps not; it is no secret that I do not think I can name any man or women in Action Packed Wrestling as my friend. Perhaps, though, you have built up enough enemies, to garner me some common allies, come Sunday. Or maybe I’ll just be ready for them, should they come. Men in the NBA have what they call ‘court vision’, so why can I not do the same? You do not intimidate me, physically, after all. So then, why not keep one eye on you and one all around me, so that I can be prepared to take them out, or all of them out, if they should come to interfere? One cannot say that I do not learn from my mistakes, and the one mistake I made, those weeks ago after the battle royal, was to anticipate your weak will. I know now that you are no true champion, and you are not a man who likes to prove that you have earned what is awarded to you.
-*[7]+- A momentary fade in the scene sees that we come back to see The Number one amongst many, again, as they climb ever upward towards eventually getting to the peak of Mt. Fuji. The crunching of snow under boot can be heard throughout, and little else, besides a low murmur of mixed voices. The camera man is right next to The Number, and to his right, when the big man begins to speak, in a lower voice than before, so as to disturb those seeking the peace and tranquility of the mountain, as little as possible.
+-[7]*/
The Number = Where was I? It is easy to lose oneself, when they are amongst one of the grandest stages that nature has ever set. Ahh yes, Kilgore, I remember, yes, I know what I wanted to continue with, yes, champions, yes, soldiers, oh yes, earning what they get, yes yes, after all, oh yes, a soldier must earn his purple heart, yes, and continue to be brave. You gained the purple heart of bravery in combat, but now that you have it, you feel you have nothing left to prove, and adopt cowardice, thinking that how you acted once will keep the public from thinking otherwise of you in the future. Cowardice is now your way, because you are a lazy man, and you think you can afford it. Others fight for you now, is that not true? I don’t care what your answer, because I know the truth that lies in your heart. I know you dread fighting me, and you are right to feel that. But fight me you must, and you might as well come alone to this fight. This time will be different, your soldiers will be ineffectual this time; yes, this time the toy king must defend his kingdom, and I will show the kingdom that you never should have assumed the crown in the first place.
-*+/[7] A deep, rich laughter escapes The Number’s throat, that bares no malice or anger behind it. It’s the tone of a man who is truly enjoying a good joke, though what that is isn’t very apparent. It catches some people, tourists or not, off guard and they look back to him, but only momentarily. The Number seems oblivious to it all, as he continues to enjoy his private mirth. When he’s finished, he continues on. +-/*[7]
The Number = Yes, I think I’ve finally gotten past being angry, when thinking about all you and your underlings have done to me, and just to think it all funny. This is not to say I’m going to be some happy go lucky idiot that panders to the crowd, oh no. Still, I can look past all that has happened, and walk into One Night in Hell with nothing but anticipation. Each table that you go through will help me to erase every slight you and yours have done unto me; give and take, that is the way of all things, after all. I’ve said it before, that no one place can have eternal sunshine. Even the desert has it’s storms, Shaun Kilgore, as I can tell you. Each day has it’s night, and what a fitting place for darkness to fall across your land, than at a Pay Per View filled with so many reminders of Halloween. Of the gruesome, twisted ghouls and goblins that we mask ourselves as, for just that one night. On the darkest day of the year, I will make sure that yours is filled with pain and sorrow, that this night casts the deepest shadows where you stand.
-[7]+*/ Another area of rest is off, just to the left, and with good reason. Looking up ahead a bit, we see that the paths get much narrower, and a bit treacherous at that. Many people are milling about this large rest area, which has another wide path even farther to the left, which many people are using to go back down the mountain, having done all the climbing they can. The Number moves over to the rest area himself, and walks to it’s edge. +[7]-/*
The Number = At the top of the mountain, Mr. Kilgore, do you look down and dread the sight? Do you say to yourself that now you have go to all the work of getting down? Lament that you have to do so, and procrastinate about eventually making your descent? Somehow, I think you do. You have been at the top for quite some time, and are like a stubborn child, who does not want to relinquish his position at the top. But that time has come Kilgore, can’t you feel it in the air? Let yourself shut it out, but you know that your time has come. I see that now, I see why you have worked so hard to avoid me, at every turn. That’s why I’m not angry anymore; not at you, not at your flunkies. They are weaker than you, and seek your approval to feel better about themselves. They help you, and there is purpose in their lives, because they have nothing to be proud of in their own lives. Oh yes, the tag team titles are in your group’s possession, though I predict they won’t keep them for long. Not that I could say they are friends, but I think that Gates and Blade have their number, and they’ll come out of that ladder match with those tag team titles in their hands. Because your accomplices are not worthy of championships, just as you are not. Yes, I think once One Night in Hell is over and done with, you and your little Empire will not be so grand as it once was. You will lose all the gold, yes indeed, no more gold, yes, for Kilgore, oh yes, for the Sports Nutz, yes yes, no more prizes for the children this time, yes, bad children do not deserve such precious gifts, yes, and bad children always get punished, yes, at one time or another.
[7]*-+/ The Number looks down to a rock at his feet, and touches it four times before lifting it up his face. He stares at it intensely while he continues. *-+/[7]
The Number = It is time for that punishment Kilgore, time for you to finally learn that you should have thought more than twice, about what you did to me, when you first faced me. It’s amazing to know that you still do not understand that I am a man who will not easily be turned away from something I want. You and your little friends have beaten up on me time and time again, and yet I have gotten up each and every time. I have taken my beatings, and used them to further strengthen my resolve that I would visit all that pain back on you. I hate to use movies as a reference, but seeing as how we are in Japan, I think it appropriate. Your friends are like the little toy tanks and jets that seek to stop me, Godzilla, in whatever goal he has. Yes, I have seen one or two of these movies. Sometimes the beast is as a protector, and sometimes he is cast in the role of the destroyer--and there is always wide spread destruction, no matter his mood. Maybe you, Kilgore, can place yourself as one of the monsters that the great, mutated lizard fights against, but in the end, Godzilla is always victorious, making his way back to his home under the waves, until the next time. Even if I should not come out on the winning side, I will come back for my revenge, even if that time is some time down the line.
-+[7]*/ Though seated, The Number stomps his boots on the rocks around him, as if he thought city streets and screaming people were crunching under them, rather than the rocks and stone of Mt. Fuji. He throws the rock in his hand in a big, sweeping motion of his arm, and a slight smirk dots his face for a moment, before picking up another and doing the same to it. He laughs in a low tone for a moment before picking up another.
+-[7]/*
The Number = Still, I think our battle at One Night in Hell will end things, at least for now. Yes, I think the Godzilla reference is quite a fitting one, when you really think about it. Two great, monolithic powers coming to a head, here in Tokyo, where we will put on an epic spectacle for it’s residents to see. There will be so much broken wood and twisted metal that one could easily imagine we to be those giant monsters, having trampled through a small town out in the Japanese countryside. Those watching will gasp, now and then, while the behemoths clash, and though neither of us are liked, they will watch all the same, and cheer when one of us goes through a table. You might be able to put me through a few, I will grant you that Kilgore. Still, though Godzilla might get hurt a bit, and always sustains some damage during his battles, he always comes back and makes the other monster suffer all the more, before defeating him. I cannot breath fire upon you, nor lash you with a tail, but I will inflict great pain upon you, all the same.
-*+/[7] He throws the other rock violently, as he stomps a bit more as he begins to walk towards a small building that seems to serve as a bathroom. He stands nearly ten feet away, for a time, before deciding he needs to use it, after all. When he comes out, shortly after, he looks to the left and right again, for long moments, before going back to the right, and looking up to the ascent before him. The camera man is at his back, when he starts to speak again. *-+/[7]
The Number = Yes, I’ve got to do this, I must climb to the top. I know the view will be worth it, and I feel that I don’t want to come down off this fantastic mountain. It has changed me, at least for a time. These are the moments that change a man’s view forever, and I think the experience will prove to better me, in the end. I will climb to the top, Kilgore, just like I will climb through the ranks of the APW. You are not the peak, not by far, but you will prove to be a significant point, in my journey. It will be difficult to get past you, that is certain, but not at all impossible. I will have some difficulty with you, but I will become the new Overdrive champion, Shaun Kilgore, have no doubts about it. I cannot wait, for this Sunday, because the great battle will finally come to fruition. And speaking of fruit, let me leave you with an old saying. You reap what you sow, Kilgore, and all that the Empire has sown is the rotted seeds of deception and cowardice, producing a diseased harvest that will sustain nothing.
[7]-+/* Even as the The Number takes only a few steps towards the narrow, steeper paths leading to Mt. Fuji’s peak, red equations start to fill the screen, starting to obscure him and the rest of the view. After a moment, a larger one fills the middle, stating 15+2+6=23, before smaller ones rapidly take over all that you can see. -+/*[7]
