Post by El Sueno on Feb 15, 2008 2:31:37 GMT -4
There’s only so much time you can spend alone with yourself before you begin to go mad. For some people, for most people, it’s usually over the course of several weeks and months. That’s when you start seeing typical human behavior, since as sad as it may be, a massive portion of humans are alone for long periods of their lives. Typical behavior includes but is not limited to feeling sorry for yourself, becoming easily agitated, a complete loss of patience, and desperation. For some people, it doesn’t take months. Some people can’t be left alone for 30 minutes, or upon going back to them they’ve got that crazy look in their eyes. Some people hate their existence so much that if you give them a moment to think, their mind will instantly remember everything that’s wrong with their life, and will remind them of the need to be unhappy and miserable since really, and happiness was only temporary. Some others though are resistant to the madness. Some people can go months and months, even years without losing any of their sanity. Especially people who grew up not having a lot of people around, and not a lot of people to rely on, are very resistant to the sickness known as loneliness.
Loneliness is a strange disease really. It infects so very many people, and it seems like it’s so very easy to catch. Unlike other diseases, it doesn’t seem to be contagious. In fact, it’s the opposite, and when you find two people infected with the disease, the presence of one another begins to cure both sides. Sounds easy right? It should be, but ultimately for one reason or another it’s not nearly that easy, or even anywhere close. Are there medical treatments? About as much as there are for Aids. There are things that help the disease, but not cure it. Prozac, Norpramin, Desyrel, the list is too long to name them all. There are even websites to help cure the disease. Devil spawn sites such as MySpace, Facebook, and for the more adventurous Adult Friend Finder. Beyond simple loneliness though is just the basic human need to interact. Even the most confident of us need other people’s thoughts and opinions to keep us on track. Times like these is when we reach out to modern solutions for the lonely soul, message boards and blogs. None of the above methods does anything other than give a temporary release though, because no matter what you do when you’re alone, even if you are resistant to it, eventually you will slip into madness.
Madness is inevitable.
...Or is it?
The scene opens up to Marcus Saxton behind the wheel of a brand new mercedez benz. The car is not moving though, nor is it sitting behind a red light, it is parked, and parked on the edge of a cliff no less. The mustang is turned to the side with the driver’s side directly on the edge where at the bottom lies an ocean. Noticable by her absence is Amber, as she would normally be rested on the shoulder of Marcus. Far from any hotel of waiting promises is Marcus as he sits in his car on the edge of the cliff alone, not looking to the sea, but just looking straight ahead of him. There is no voice to break his silence, there is no words that will disrupt his mind from his train of thought, there are only two things in the picture besides the scenery around him. The road ahead, and the road back.
Saxton: And which one to take…
Saxton speaks to himself, his thoughts merging with the words coming out of his mouth. He then catches the words escaping, and goes silent, his hair blowing in the piercing cold wind blowing against his back.
Saxton: Two roads. There is the well traveled familiar road. The one that lead me to where I am now. That road I’ve been down, that road I know, that road is safe, and though I already know it doesn’t lead to the top, it is secure. I know, in my heart, that no matter what happens if I take that road, then I will always be able to land on my feet. I won’t fall flat face on the concrete, I won’t end up a legend of the past before my legacy has been completed, and I know no matter what that I can continue having the life I’ve had thus far. I can have the safety of knowing I’m not alone, I can have the security of knowing I will have things and people to fall back on. I can count on Amber for that, disappointment withstanding, I can count on that idiot El Sueno. This road is a promise that if you continue to believe that what you say is true, then you will be rewarded with victory. This road is made of gold, I know it’s made of gold, and despite a few imperfections, it is a good road. Most people would only dream of traveling that road.
Saxton looks to the road ahead of him, the cold wind still piercing his neck like daggers of ice.
Saxton: Then there’s the other road. The road that’s not familiar. The road that might not be safe. That road that leads straight ahead, that you can see for maybe a quarter of a mile, or if you’re gifted a half of one. I am gifted, I know this, my sight is as perfect as it can be, but even flawless sight can only see so far. You can only predict and anticipate so much of what’s ahead, and can only prepare for so much, not knowing if the preparation will come in handy, or be in vein. You can only expect so much to happen before one way or another you do have to leave things up to chance, to circumstance, and to luck. You can only be so skilled before you’re suddenly taken off your guard by a surprise turn in the road, and by the time you know it’s come you’re too late to stop it, and you end up on the side of the road with all the others who ever dared to ride off into the darkness.
Saxton begins to speak his words aloud again, most of them being lost in the wind.
Saxton: Looking back into my history, I remember a cocky motherfucker by the name of Eric Idol. He walked into my former company's biggest PPV a double champion, holidng the Tag Team Titles and the International Title. The man boosted about beating us all on his own, but in the end it was he who turned out looking foolish. He and his partner Matt Ford ended up losing their tag team titles in a hellacious match, and then he had to come backout later and defend his International title after already going through hell. In the end, after all his bragging and boasting about being the best, what does he have? Nothing. He’s walking into that path ahead alright, but the problem with that man isn’t what people think it is. Is he a coward? No. Far from it, in fact. But it is his ego that will one day prove to be his biggest problem. Soon, he will find himself in a situation that will prove His over confidence will be his downfall, no, I shall not walk that path.
Saxton’s eyes squint.
Saxton: Then there’s the path of John Green, a man that many did not thoink would end up winning the APW World Heavyweight Title. He got to a rough start in EwC , so many assumed that he would do the same in APW. Instead, he shocked us all when he ended up winning the APW Heavyweight Title and asserting himself as top dog.
Yet, even through his victories, he still remains life's ultimate loser. At the first PPV, the final four competitors would be decided by victory in their earlier match. Trevor won his match. Green won his. I defeated "The Iceman" and sent him packing, yet I didn't make it into the finals. I was taken out by the same man I face on Monday, taking me out of the running for a title that I can very easily call mine if I so wish to do so. So no, John Green is not a true champion. Until he beats the other man that advanced in the tournament last night, he cannot claim to be a true champion. Champions take on every and all challengers, for it is in their nature to do so. Once the world finally sees "Marcus Saxton vs. John Green", then I will acknowledge him as champion.
And last but not least, let’s look at when I can see. Trevor Blackwell, scum of the Earth, is my opponent this week. The very same man that has been costing me matches week in and week out is the man I will stare at across the ring on Monday. And I guarantee the man that prides himself on being a "Career Killer" will fall. Trevor Blackwell wants to make a name for himself in APW, and that's fine by me. But trying to make it on my good name is unacceptable and ground for the most severe ass-whooping he will ever recieve. No one makes a name for themselves at my expense, no one. I’m glad there is such a large interest in me that people wish to continue trying, but try as they will I will shut them down, one by one. Since I came here, my losses have outnumbered my wins, but that was when I was not truly focused on what I was fighting for. This week is different. This week I take on Trevor, my arch-enemy, and I will walk away victorious. But do not get me wrong. Trevor Blackwell represents a threat, but not large enough. Trevor wants to take me down and put his name up at the top of the food chain, that much I know, but he will fail. To Blackwell, I might as well be Achilles, but Trevor has no Apollo, and my heel feels just fine. This shell of a man speaks about how he kills careers, when in reality it should be his own that he's worried about. Trevor will fall come Overdrive, because no one is immune to their Judgment Day, not even a Trojan.
Saxton stops speaking aloud, his eyes are now fully opened again as they focus on the road ahead, not blurring away into the distance, but rather seeing crystal clear where the road curves down, and where the Earth curves ahead of him.
Saxton: But just because others are trying and will fail at taking the road ahead, should that stop me? Should I let myself be held back simply because Idol, Green, and Blackwell are destined for failure? I roll with the punches, I always have, complaining isn’t for me simply because I anticipate and combat possible failure. I don’t fail. I won’t. But if I do… If I do the road behind me will be forever gone. I’ve already found my purpose in life, and there is more than enough on that road to satisfy a man for a life time… But do I give that up for the possibility of finding the mine the gold came from? Do I risk it all to attain what few men ever have? Am I truly ready?
Saxton closes his eyes for a moment. Even if only for a few seconds were his eyes shut, when they reopen the world around him looks completely different. The sky looks as if lavender has mixed itself into the blue, and the wind has blown away every cloud in sight. The world suddenly looks brighter, almost scarily so. The beach homes in the far distance look a brighter white than ever, almost like light bulbs glowing in the distance , and the scenery around Marcus is glowing colors of tan, green, and yellow. Saxton, almost afraid for a moment, turns quickly to his left and opens the door to his mercedez benz. He places his foot down only to realize there is no ground, and he looks to his foot dangling some four hundred feat above a glowing blue and green sea. Saxotn stares not at his foot, but at the ocean in amazement as the waves crash against the rocky shores below him. The waves look almost like large clusters of liquid mana straight from a final fantasy movie, exploding in glory every time it reaches the cliff. Marcus looks on in amazement and fear at the same time, and then he finally blinks.
The cloud has passed…
Saxton reopens his eyes, the waves have restored to normal, the sky is blue again, and the buildings in the distance are no longer glowing… But everything is still a bit brighter than it was before, simply, because everything is finally being noticed.
I am ready…
Saxton turns the key in his car and smiles slightly as the engine roars. The car begins to ding for a moment until he closes his door, then pulls the seatbelt over his torso and clicks it to the side of his hip. He looks to the passenger seat where no one sits, but the paper Amber has given him rests, still folded, untouched.
There’s no turning back now…
Saxton's mercedez benz, in the blink of an eye, suddenly peels out and blasts off the side of the road and back onto the street beside it. He speeds straight forward, his eyes locked on the distance ahead, the smile on his face slowly growing wider as more pieces of the road slowly come into view. Saxton then, surprisingly, closes his eyes. He still drives for a long number of seconds with his eyes closed, letting faith guide him.
Saxton: I’ve made my choice…
Loneliness is a strange disease really. It infects so very many people, and it seems like it’s so very easy to catch. Unlike other diseases, it doesn’t seem to be contagious. In fact, it’s the opposite, and when you find two people infected with the disease, the presence of one another begins to cure both sides. Sounds easy right? It should be, but ultimately for one reason or another it’s not nearly that easy, or even anywhere close. Are there medical treatments? About as much as there are for Aids. There are things that help the disease, but not cure it. Prozac, Norpramin, Desyrel, the list is too long to name them all. There are even websites to help cure the disease. Devil spawn sites such as MySpace, Facebook, and for the more adventurous Adult Friend Finder. Beyond simple loneliness though is just the basic human need to interact. Even the most confident of us need other people’s thoughts and opinions to keep us on track. Times like these is when we reach out to modern solutions for the lonely soul, message boards and blogs. None of the above methods does anything other than give a temporary release though, because no matter what you do when you’re alone, even if you are resistant to it, eventually you will slip into madness.
Madness is inevitable.
...Or is it?
The scene opens up to Marcus Saxton behind the wheel of a brand new mercedez benz. The car is not moving though, nor is it sitting behind a red light, it is parked, and parked on the edge of a cliff no less. The mustang is turned to the side with the driver’s side directly on the edge where at the bottom lies an ocean. Noticable by her absence is Amber, as she would normally be rested on the shoulder of Marcus. Far from any hotel of waiting promises is Marcus as he sits in his car on the edge of the cliff alone, not looking to the sea, but just looking straight ahead of him. There is no voice to break his silence, there is no words that will disrupt his mind from his train of thought, there are only two things in the picture besides the scenery around him. The road ahead, and the road back.
Saxton: And which one to take…
Saxton speaks to himself, his thoughts merging with the words coming out of his mouth. He then catches the words escaping, and goes silent, his hair blowing in the piercing cold wind blowing against his back.
Saxton: Two roads. There is the well traveled familiar road. The one that lead me to where I am now. That road I’ve been down, that road I know, that road is safe, and though I already know it doesn’t lead to the top, it is secure. I know, in my heart, that no matter what happens if I take that road, then I will always be able to land on my feet. I won’t fall flat face on the concrete, I won’t end up a legend of the past before my legacy has been completed, and I know no matter what that I can continue having the life I’ve had thus far. I can have the safety of knowing I’m not alone, I can have the security of knowing I will have things and people to fall back on. I can count on Amber for that, disappointment withstanding, I can count on that idiot El Sueno. This road is a promise that if you continue to believe that what you say is true, then you will be rewarded with victory. This road is made of gold, I know it’s made of gold, and despite a few imperfections, it is a good road. Most people would only dream of traveling that road.
Saxton looks to the road ahead of him, the cold wind still piercing his neck like daggers of ice.
Saxton: Then there’s the other road. The road that’s not familiar. The road that might not be safe. That road that leads straight ahead, that you can see for maybe a quarter of a mile, or if you’re gifted a half of one. I am gifted, I know this, my sight is as perfect as it can be, but even flawless sight can only see so far. You can only predict and anticipate so much of what’s ahead, and can only prepare for so much, not knowing if the preparation will come in handy, or be in vein. You can only expect so much to happen before one way or another you do have to leave things up to chance, to circumstance, and to luck. You can only be so skilled before you’re suddenly taken off your guard by a surprise turn in the road, and by the time you know it’s come you’re too late to stop it, and you end up on the side of the road with all the others who ever dared to ride off into the darkness.
Saxton begins to speak his words aloud again, most of them being lost in the wind.
Saxton: Looking back into my history, I remember a cocky motherfucker by the name of Eric Idol. He walked into my former company's biggest PPV a double champion, holidng the Tag Team Titles and the International Title. The man boosted about beating us all on his own, but in the end it was he who turned out looking foolish. He and his partner Matt Ford ended up losing their tag team titles in a hellacious match, and then he had to come backout later and defend his International title after already going through hell. In the end, after all his bragging and boasting about being the best, what does he have? Nothing. He’s walking into that path ahead alright, but the problem with that man isn’t what people think it is. Is he a coward? No. Far from it, in fact. But it is his ego that will one day prove to be his biggest problem. Soon, he will find himself in a situation that will prove His over confidence will be his downfall, no, I shall not walk that path.
Saxton’s eyes squint.
Saxton: Then there’s the path of John Green, a man that many did not thoink would end up winning the APW World Heavyweight Title. He got to a rough start in EwC , so many assumed that he would do the same in APW. Instead, he shocked us all when he ended up winning the APW Heavyweight Title and asserting himself as top dog.
Yet, even through his victories, he still remains life's ultimate loser. At the first PPV, the final four competitors would be decided by victory in their earlier match. Trevor won his match. Green won his. I defeated "The Iceman" and sent him packing, yet I didn't make it into the finals. I was taken out by the same man I face on Monday, taking me out of the running for a title that I can very easily call mine if I so wish to do so. So no, John Green is not a true champion. Until he beats the other man that advanced in the tournament last night, he cannot claim to be a true champion. Champions take on every and all challengers, for it is in their nature to do so. Once the world finally sees "Marcus Saxton vs. John Green", then I will acknowledge him as champion.
And last but not least, let’s look at when I can see. Trevor Blackwell, scum of the Earth, is my opponent this week. The very same man that has been costing me matches week in and week out is the man I will stare at across the ring on Monday. And I guarantee the man that prides himself on being a "Career Killer" will fall. Trevor Blackwell wants to make a name for himself in APW, and that's fine by me. But trying to make it on my good name is unacceptable and ground for the most severe ass-whooping he will ever recieve. No one makes a name for themselves at my expense, no one. I’m glad there is such a large interest in me that people wish to continue trying, but try as they will I will shut them down, one by one. Since I came here, my losses have outnumbered my wins, but that was when I was not truly focused on what I was fighting for. This week is different. This week I take on Trevor, my arch-enemy, and I will walk away victorious. But do not get me wrong. Trevor Blackwell represents a threat, but not large enough. Trevor wants to take me down and put his name up at the top of the food chain, that much I know, but he will fail. To Blackwell, I might as well be Achilles, but Trevor has no Apollo, and my heel feels just fine. This shell of a man speaks about how he kills careers, when in reality it should be his own that he's worried about. Trevor will fall come Overdrive, because no one is immune to their Judgment Day, not even a Trojan.
Saxton stops speaking aloud, his eyes are now fully opened again as they focus on the road ahead, not blurring away into the distance, but rather seeing crystal clear where the road curves down, and where the Earth curves ahead of him.
Saxton: But just because others are trying and will fail at taking the road ahead, should that stop me? Should I let myself be held back simply because Idol, Green, and Blackwell are destined for failure? I roll with the punches, I always have, complaining isn’t for me simply because I anticipate and combat possible failure. I don’t fail. I won’t. But if I do… If I do the road behind me will be forever gone. I’ve already found my purpose in life, and there is more than enough on that road to satisfy a man for a life time… But do I give that up for the possibility of finding the mine the gold came from? Do I risk it all to attain what few men ever have? Am I truly ready?
Saxton closes his eyes for a moment. Even if only for a few seconds were his eyes shut, when they reopen the world around him looks completely different. The sky looks as if lavender has mixed itself into the blue, and the wind has blown away every cloud in sight. The world suddenly looks brighter, almost scarily so. The beach homes in the far distance look a brighter white than ever, almost like light bulbs glowing in the distance , and the scenery around Marcus is glowing colors of tan, green, and yellow. Saxton, almost afraid for a moment, turns quickly to his left and opens the door to his mercedez benz. He places his foot down only to realize there is no ground, and he looks to his foot dangling some four hundred feat above a glowing blue and green sea. Saxotn stares not at his foot, but at the ocean in amazement as the waves crash against the rocky shores below him. The waves look almost like large clusters of liquid mana straight from a final fantasy movie, exploding in glory every time it reaches the cliff. Marcus looks on in amazement and fear at the same time, and then he finally blinks.
The cloud has passed…
Saxton reopens his eyes, the waves have restored to normal, the sky is blue again, and the buildings in the distance are no longer glowing… But everything is still a bit brighter than it was before, simply, because everything is finally being noticed.
I am ready…
Saxton turns the key in his car and smiles slightly as the engine roars. The car begins to ding for a moment until he closes his door, then pulls the seatbelt over his torso and clicks it to the side of his hip. He looks to the passenger seat where no one sits, but the paper Amber has given him rests, still folded, untouched.
There’s no turning back now…
Saxton's mercedez benz, in the blink of an eye, suddenly peels out and blasts off the side of the road and back onto the street beside it. He speeds straight forward, his eyes locked on the distance ahead, the smile on his face slowly growing wider as more pieces of the road slowly come into view. Saxton then, surprisingly, closes his eyes. He still drives for a long number of seconds with his eyes closed, letting faith guide him.
Saxton: I’ve made my choice…
END
