Post by Shadow on Jun 11, 2012 19:47:39 GMT -4
Darkness surrounds him as he walks down the hallway. His hand pressed to the wall, he uses it to hold his massive frame up. Outside an owl hoots sits in the cottonwood tree in the back yard. This is the house. With each step, the foot falls are muffled on the carpet. He walks toward the door way. The color on his skin fades to a pale white, mutated in the moonlight seeping through the bathroom window blinds as he continues down the hall. Suddenly, Shadow stops. He’s not Shadow. Not here at least. Or was he? He shakes his head. He just can’t focus.
A silent grimace escapes him as he clutches his side and drops to one knee. In the moonlight, he looks like a ghost. The pain in his side builds. It burns and he can smell it, the charring of flesh afire. Unable to take it anymore, he reaches out and grabs the bathroom door frame and hurls himself through.
The room is brighter than the hall. With one arm constantly clutching his searing ribcage, Shadow pulls himself up by using the door. Yet he doesn’t yell. He is quiet this whole time, stifling the screams. It’s more painful than anything he ever felt before. Shadow clutches the countertop with his free hand, spitting into the sink and trying to breathe before the spontaneous combustion consumes his lungs.
Finally, he raises his head back to bellow in pain. As he looks up he gazes into the mirror. Shadow has blood on his lips. Outside the owl begins to screech. With his last free hand, Shadow clutches his ear. He can’t take it anymore; the pain, the noise. He gasps once, wretches his jaw open and the mirror explodes outward towards his face.
Shadow: What the fuck was that?!
He wakes up in a cabin. The screeching owl making him wrap his pillow around his ears.
Shadow: Dammit!
He grabs the nearest gun off its holster hanging of either; his bedpost, chair back, coat hanger or doorknob, on his way to the front door. He nearly rips the door of its hinges as he rushes out firing blindly, like a Texan, into the night.
Shadow: Goddammit!
He screams loudly as he empties the six shooter into the forest. The owl outside in the nice private Georgia property gets quiet while this happens. It sits, nice and safe in the tree above.
Shadow: Yeah!
He calls outs angrily. The owl just looks at him. He does not see it. The gun is now empty. Shadow turns and slams the door of the log cabin. He walks back towards the bedroom and down the hallway. The owl outside screeches again.
Shadow: Arg!
He clutches his head and curses under his breath, something awful.
Shadow: I just wanted one night; one night to sleep, one night without the screaming, one night of peace. But no! “Take my cabin,” he said. “Sleep like baby,” he said. Bastard must be on chloroform. No way in hell, Assassin can sleep through this shit.
Outside the owl finally finds its meal and makes off. Shadow takes a seat on the bed.
Shadow: Please. Just shut the hell up.
He says to the empty cabin.
Shadow: They never shut up. It’s insane, like listening to a skipping record. I can’t take it.
He shakes his head.
Shadow: Everyone says the same thing, day in day out. I get asked questions about Dita, I get asked questions about why I came to Meltdown. Damn paparazzi wont shut the hell up wanting some damn scoop about “Shadow’s feelings on Dita hitting the town with Horrowitz.” Man what the fu-
He lays back in the bed. It’s nauseating, thinking about the sharks, looking for anything that could sell a picture. He remembered a time, when he just made a name for himself, he “leaked” a picture of himself, driving a tiny ass car one day, just for the money. They actually paid some good money for it. Sold a bunch of copies. He bought a hundred himself. He needed rest. Tomorrow was Meltdown. There were more important things to worry about. He had work to do.
I made my choice. I came to Meltdown for my own reasons, but it will be a long time before I can accomplish that. And tonight, I have to deal with a variable from everybody in the ring tonight. That is unpleasant, very unpleasant. First I have no clue who is coming to dinner. Apparently our party is bringing a date to this little get together and I don’t know who it is. I know who people think my date is. You know, yeah me and Dita go way back. And I swear to her I did not ask for that match. This is something the man upstairs put together. I’m just going along for the ride. So Dita could be pissed, thinking I’m out there trying to force her into matches with us together. Just what I need right now, a pissed off woman on my ass.
Speaking of pissed off women, Evan Envi. You cocky son of a bitch, you just called up to the big leagues tonight. We are going to have some fun. Because since you showed up here in APW I’ve followed your career. Your big wins, your phenomenal ring gear. You look like the gimmick kid who trained for two weeks then bought all their gear and went to work a show. You haven’t faced a real challenge before, not since you put on your big boy pants and walked yourself to school huh?
No I’ve watched your career closely son. You damn right I watched. Friends always back up friends, so Dita, you can’t be pissed about this match, but back to the other woman I’m talking to tonight, Evan. Listen, Evan, I would tell Slade when we discussed Meltdown, I would tell him, that girl Evan Envi has some talent man. She keeps her focus she could really be someone someday. And tonight, look at you. You got to be part of the greatest STD commercial ever conceived. You get to play the stupid jock, cause yes I know you’re a man, who gets the worst STD ever known when he sleeps with the dirtiest skank in town. Jesus, Diamond is the new gold baby.
I mean Diamond wants to show you kids how it’s done right. He took the three of you and book you in a tag match with two people who know teamwork like an Arkansas family tree. While myself, “The Wild Child” and the apparent “Wild Card” we have here, may seem to have something that could make us weak, you fail to realize Dita and I don’t need someone else to beat you. People like Evan Envi earned their world for a silver spoon. They “earned” the right to just coast through life and be awesome am I right? Hah. I’ve lost more matches in my dreams than you will ever earn in your real life with an attitude like you have. Because sooner or later Evan, someone, oh let’s say, “The Wild Card” decides take you down a peg. They are going to find out, I beat them to it.
Now I really don’t like talking about a disease. Because, it’s when you talk about catching a cold, or your allergies could act up that you get them. I really don’t want to catch a Goodburn, in fact I think it’s a possible epidemic and the CDC ought to do something about it real quick. But that’s not the point. Kyle, Ive seen people skate by one the skin of their ass before. What you and Yarmouth did last week on Meltdown was an Olympic gold medalist performance. Your opponents got so bored fighting you, they would rather fight each other to make it fun. That’s pretty bad.
Carmen, Assassin asked me to punch you in the face for him tonight. I usually have a problem punching a woman, but I figure you’re used to being pimp slapped so I’ll make the exception. Now I will admit, I have followed Carmen’s career since showing up at APW. I have not followed Kyle Goodburns. Me checking out Carmen was not for her performance. I have been to the strip clubs on Harry Hines Boulevard in Dallas Texas and I just wanted to ask her how the girls at the Cabaret Royal are doing.
No, I like looking at women, I’m a man, damn. Carmen you’re the kind of woman who treats everyone like they could never satisfy her; Sexually, monetarily, emotionally, sexually. Like Meryl Steep does. But Carmen, people actually want to sleep with Meryl Streep. I see right through your little act for everyone. You’re the sad little princess who daddy never gave to cents of mind. Now you have to take it out on everyone.
You see where I am going with this kids. You three are a pollutant. The very breath you exhale corrupts the air around you. Tonight, you will learn something that all young people need to learn. Humility. You can think all you want that I want to be the big dog. That’s not what this is about. J hop, my opponent from last week, that kid earned my respect in the ring. Why do I know that the three of you are just living disappointments? I mean that’s what’s the audience keeps telling me every time you walk out.
You want respect, you want glory? Then fine, step one is through me. Tonight let’s see what the three of you got. Well, let’s not see that. Because it seems the three of you probably blew the bouncer to get an audition tape into Jeff’s office. I don’t want one of you to drop me on my head out there. And well I don’t want to see what else you got. Like I said, I don’t want to catch nothing either. Damn. Alright kids, I’m going to say something I know Carmen’s father used to say to her, “You want to be a big star right?” Let’s go all the way.
A silent grimace escapes him as he clutches his side and drops to one knee. In the moonlight, he looks like a ghost. The pain in his side builds. It burns and he can smell it, the charring of flesh afire. Unable to take it anymore, he reaches out and grabs the bathroom door frame and hurls himself through.
The room is brighter than the hall. With one arm constantly clutching his searing ribcage, Shadow pulls himself up by using the door. Yet he doesn’t yell. He is quiet this whole time, stifling the screams. It’s more painful than anything he ever felt before. Shadow clutches the countertop with his free hand, spitting into the sink and trying to breathe before the spontaneous combustion consumes his lungs.
Finally, he raises his head back to bellow in pain. As he looks up he gazes into the mirror. Shadow has blood on his lips. Outside the owl begins to screech. With his last free hand, Shadow clutches his ear. He can’t take it anymore; the pain, the noise. He gasps once, wretches his jaw open and the mirror explodes outward towards his face.
Shadow: What the fuck was that?!
He wakes up in a cabin. The screeching owl making him wrap his pillow around his ears.
Shadow: Dammit!
He grabs the nearest gun off its holster hanging of either; his bedpost, chair back, coat hanger or doorknob, on his way to the front door. He nearly rips the door of its hinges as he rushes out firing blindly, like a Texan, into the night.
Shadow: Goddammit!
He screams loudly as he empties the six shooter into the forest. The owl outside in the nice private Georgia property gets quiet while this happens. It sits, nice and safe in the tree above.
Shadow: Yeah!
He calls outs angrily. The owl just looks at him. He does not see it. The gun is now empty. Shadow turns and slams the door of the log cabin. He walks back towards the bedroom and down the hallway. The owl outside screeches again.
Shadow: Arg!
He clutches his head and curses under his breath, something awful.
Shadow: I just wanted one night; one night to sleep, one night without the screaming, one night of peace. But no! “Take my cabin,” he said. “Sleep like baby,” he said. Bastard must be on chloroform. No way in hell, Assassin can sleep through this shit.
Outside the owl finally finds its meal and makes off. Shadow takes a seat on the bed.
Shadow: Please. Just shut the hell up.
He says to the empty cabin.
Shadow: They never shut up. It’s insane, like listening to a skipping record. I can’t take it.
He shakes his head.
Shadow: Everyone says the same thing, day in day out. I get asked questions about Dita, I get asked questions about why I came to Meltdown. Damn paparazzi wont shut the hell up wanting some damn scoop about “Shadow’s feelings on Dita hitting the town with Horrowitz.” Man what the fu-
He lays back in the bed. It’s nauseating, thinking about the sharks, looking for anything that could sell a picture. He remembered a time, when he just made a name for himself, he “leaked” a picture of himself, driving a tiny ass car one day, just for the money. They actually paid some good money for it. Sold a bunch of copies. He bought a hundred himself. He needed rest. Tomorrow was Meltdown. There were more important things to worry about. He had work to do.
I made my choice. I came to Meltdown for my own reasons, but it will be a long time before I can accomplish that. And tonight, I have to deal with a variable from everybody in the ring tonight. That is unpleasant, very unpleasant. First I have no clue who is coming to dinner. Apparently our party is bringing a date to this little get together and I don’t know who it is. I know who people think my date is. You know, yeah me and Dita go way back. And I swear to her I did not ask for that match. This is something the man upstairs put together. I’m just going along for the ride. So Dita could be pissed, thinking I’m out there trying to force her into matches with us together. Just what I need right now, a pissed off woman on my ass.
Speaking of pissed off women, Evan Envi. You cocky son of a bitch, you just called up to the big leagues tonight. We are going to have some fun. Because since you showed up here in APW I’ve followed your career. Your big wins, your phenomenal ring gear. You look like the gimmick kid who trained for two weeks then bought all their gear and went to work a show. You haven’t faced a real challenge before, not since you put on your big boy pants and walked yourself to school huh?
No I’ve watched your career closely son. You damn right I watched. Friends always back up friends, so Dita, you can’t be pissed about this match, but back to the other woman I’m talking to tonight, Evan. Listen, Evan, I would tell Slade when we discussed Meltdown, I would tell him, that girl Evan Envi has some talent man. She keeps her focus she could really be someone someday. And tonight, look at you. You got to be part of the greatest STD commercial ever conceived. You get to play the stupid jock, cause yes I know you’re a man, who gets the worst STD ever known when he sleeps with the dirtiest skank in town. Jesus, Diamond is the new gold baby.
I mean Diamond wants to show you kids how it’s done right. He took the three of you and book you in a tag match with two people who know teamwork like an Arkansas family tree. While myself, “The Wild Child” and the apparent “Wild Card” we have here, may seem to have something that could make us weak, you fail to realize Dita and I don’t need someone else to beat you. People like Evan Envi earned their world for a silver spoon. They “earned” the right to just coast through life and be awesome am I right? Hah. I’ve lost more matches in my dreams than you will ever earn in your real life with an attitude like you have. Because sooner or later Evan, someone, oh let’s say, “The Wild Card” decides take you down a peg. They are going to find out, I beat them to it.
Now I really don’t like talking about a disease. Because, it’s when you talk about catching a cold, or your allergies could act up that you get them. I really don’t want to catch a Goodburn, in fact I think it’s a possible epidemic and the CDC ought to do something about it real quick. But that’s not the point. Kyle, Ive seen people skate by one the skin of their ass before. What you and Yarmouth did last week on Meltdown was an Olympic gold medalist performance. Your opponents got so bored fighting you, they would rather fight each other to make it fun. That’s pretty bad.
Carmen, Assassin asked me to punch you in the face for him tonight. I usually have a problem punching a woman, but I figure you’re used to being pimp slapped so I’ll make the exception. Now I will admit, I have followed Carmen’s career since showing up at APW. I have not followed Kyle Goodburns. Me checking out Carmen was not for her performance. I have been to the strip clubs on Harry Hines Boulevard in Dallas Texas and I just wanted to ask her how the girls at the Cabaret Royal are doing.
No, I like looking at women, I’m a man, damn. Carmen you’re the kind of woman who treats everyone like they could never satisfy her; Sexually, monetarily, emotionally, sexually. Like Meryl Steep does. But Carmen, people actually want to sleep with Meryl Streep. I see right through your little act for everyone. You’re the sad little princess who daddy never gave to cents of mind. Now you have to take it out on everyone.
You see where I am going with this kids. You three are a pollutant. The very breath you exhale corrupts the air around you. Tonight, you will learn something that all young people need to learn. Humility. You can think all you want that I want to be the big dog. That’s not what this is about. J hop, my opponent from last week, that kid earned my respect in the ring. Why do I know that the three of you are just living disappointments? I mean that’s what’s the audience keeps telling me every time you walk out.
You want respect, you want glory? Then fine, step one is through me. Tonight let’s see what the three of you got. Well, let’s not see that. Because it seems the three of you probably blew the bouncer to get an audition tape into Jeff’s office. I don’t want one of you to drop me on my head out there. And well I don’t want to see what else you got. Like I said, I don’t want to catch nothing either. Damn. Alright kids, I’m going to say something I know Carmen’s father used to say to her, “You want to be a big star right?” Let’s go all the way.
