Post by Crimson Ghost on Oct 30, 2010 19:53:29 GMT -4
Slowly the scene begins to open up in complete darkness. Even though the darkness dominates, the outline of a figure can still be seen standing quite close and from the looks of it, his head is tilted down. The sound of laughter is heard echoing around the room.
"Who is the Crimson Ghost?"
The sound of a match being lit can be heard, and the ensuing light illuminates the figure as the Crimson Ghost, his crimson mask standing out, his eyes staring wildly forward and his mount giving off a wicked smile.
"The Crimson Ghost is misunderstood. The Crimson Ghost is feared by those that do not understand. Deep down. Deep, deep down, they fear him. They fear that which the Crimson Ghost possesses. But that is not where it ends, because the Crimson Ghost is so much more. He is shunned by society for the mask that he chooses to wear. He is ignored and disowned in an unjust manner. He is mocked because people find him foolish. He is laughed at because people think he is a big joke."
He laughs again as the match in front of him burns out, allowing the darkness to return.
"But those that ignore him, and misunderstand him, those are the ones that are the actual joke."
Another match is lit and once again the light returns to reveal the same face as before, eyes unblinking.
"There is so much more to the Crimson Ghost then that. So much more. Because the Crimson Ghost is also a crafty individual. A cunning man. A person that takes shit from no one, no matter what. These men, these women...they think that they have what it takes to tackle the Crimson Ghost. To eradicate him from the IWC. But they would be wrong. They would be misunderstood. Because he is going nowhere anytime soon. And if they choose to ignore him, to push him to the side like some sort of outcast, then so be it. The Crimson Ghost is used to that sort of treatment."
Again the match burns out, eliciting another low, rumbling laugh from Crimson Ghost.
"All his life he has been that outcast they are trying to make him out to be. He doesn't mind it. He welcomes it."
Another match is lit, but this time, it is used to light the wick of a candle sitting in front of Crimson Ghost. The light once again illuminates the mans face, showing a pair of wild eyes in deep contemplation.
"When the Crimson Ghost was younger, he say in a corner all day, every day. He sat in a corner and was ignored by everyone who came around. Ignored by the very people who said they loved him. By the very people who were supposed to be watching him, looking out for him. Unlike some, his reaction wasn't to rebel. He didn't find this desire to fight the system and show everyone that he was more than an anomaly, more than a waste of human genetics.
"More than a ghost.
"No, instead the Crimson Ghost decided to play nice and let everything happen as it was to happen. He didn't interject, he didn't talk back. He took everything in and waited. Stewed. Brooded. And when his moment came, he struck. He took it and ran with it. No longer was he going to sit in the corner, twiddling his thumbs like some ghost that no one saw. No, he was going to get noticed."
He continues to stare as he licks the lips of his smile slightly.
"Maybe that answer was the mask. Maybe that answer was the way the Crimson Ghost acted towards those that ignored him. Those that insulted him. Those that mocked him and discounted him. Those that took his name and threw it into the garbage.
"Perhaps now he can take care of some of those people. Those people that look at the name and laugh. That look at the mask and laugh. That scoff whenever the Crimson Ghost is mentioned. Well, scoff no more Gordie James, because there is no longer room for it. There is no longer tolerance for such actions. No, no, this is no longer a time when the Crimson Ghost gets cut short. This is when he gets his rightful rewards, when he takes back what should have been his all along.
"Respect.
"It's funny, isn't it Gordie? To think that this whole thing begins about respect. That the Crimson Ghost only wants the simple things that everyone deserves. The things they deserve but don't always get. The things that they never got. That he never got. The Crimson Ghost bets you got it, Gordie. From all those peers of yours, and those family members that see you for what you are. You got the respect you deserved. But not the Crimson Ghost.
"Not yet anyways.
"The Crimson Ghost will get his, and he doesn't care who he has to go through to do so. Whether it's Gordie James, Chris Cyrus, Amber Stevens, it doesn't matter to him. He has everyone's numbers, and in due time, he will begin to show everyone why he deserves respect.
"And it all starts with you Gordie. It all begins with this match between you and him. This match that you seem to be taking in stride. Like it doesn't matter to you. Like it's just another day for you. But not for him. No, not for him. This is business to him. All business. He knows what is at stake so early on, and he is willing to risk it. You call yourself the Suicide Messiah, but he is the true risk taker. He is the one who puts his body on the line every time he steps into that ring. Whether it's against you, Gordie, or your sisters, the Crimson Ghost doesn't care. He will do things the same way regardless, and he will make sure he leaves an impression.
"Regardless of your pedigree, Gordie, the Crimson Ghost will be able to top you. There is nothing else to say. Because you are fueled by your love for wrestling, by your love for the hardcore and the high risk, while the Crimson Ghost, he is fueled by hate. By anger. By disgust about how he was treated.
"Something he thinks you know just a little bit about."
The Crimson Ghost chuckles again as he leans back, his masked face barely visible at the edge of the lights radius.
"But maybe you will surprise him. You never know, really. Maybe Gordie James will surprise the Crimson Ghost with something. With your street-style fighting from Hells Kitchen, something that doesn’t exactly send fear down the Crimson Ghost’s spine.
"Being a former World champion doesn’t intimidate the Crimson Ghost since he has had to put up with a lot more. He has had to bide more time to strike, but he has definitely gone above and beyond capturing a shiny belt.”
More chuckling is heard as Crimson Ghost raises both hands to either side of his head and looks at the burning candle.
"The time is almost here, Gordie James, for when you and the Crimson Ghost will meet. And he assures you, you will not be disappointed. If you were looking for a fight, for a real highlight match to start off the first show, than you found it. The Crimson Ghost assures you of that.
“Enjoy your dinner, Gordie. Enjoy your dinner with those that you hate, because the Crimson Ghost wants you to build that hatred up. To let it boil at the surface. So that when you and him meet inside of the ring, the sparks will fly. The world will take notice.
“And the Crimson Ghost will no longer be ignored.”
Crimson Ghost smiles as he leans forward, giving another wicked, evil-eyed look before he leans forward and blows out the candle. As the darkness returns, and his chuckles continues, the scene slowly fades out.
"Who is the Crimson Ghost?"
The sound of a match being lit can be heard, and the ensuing light illuminates the figure as the Crimson Ghost, his crimson mask standing out, his eyes staring wildly forward and his mount giving off a wicked smile.
"The Crimson Ghost is misunderstood. The Crimson Ghost is feared by those that do not understand. Deep down. Deep, deep down, they fear him. They fear that which the Crimson Ghost possesses. But that is not where it ends, because the Crimson Ghost is so much more. He is shunned by society for the mask that he chooses to wear. He is ignored and disowned in an unjust manner. He is mocked because people find him foolish. He is laughed at because people think he is a big joke."
He laughs again as the match in front of him burns out, allowing the darkness to return.
"But those that ignore him, and misunderstand him, those are the ones that are the actual joke."
Another match is lit and once again the light returns to reveal the same face as before, eyes unblinking.
"There is so much more to the Crimson Ghost then that. So much more. Because the Crimson Ghost is also a crafty individual. A cunning man. A person that takes shit from no one, no matter what. These men, these women...they think that they have what it takes to tackle the Crimson Ghost. To eradicate him from the IWC. But they would be wrong. They would be misunderstood. Because he is going nowhere anytime soon. And if they choose to ignore him, to push him to the side like some sort of outcast, then so be it. The Crimson Ghost is used to that sort of treatment."
Again the match burns out, eliciting another low, rumbling laugh from Crimson Ghost.
"All his life he has been that outcast they are trying to make him out to be. He doesn't mind it. He welcomes it."
Another match is lit, but this time, it is used to light the wick of a candle sitting in front of Crimson Ghost. The light once again illuminates the mans face, showing a pair of wild eyes in deep contemplation.
"When the Crimson Ghost was younger, he say in a corner all day, every day. He sat in a corner and was ignored by everyone who came around. Ignored by the very people who said they loved him. By the very people who were supposed to be watching him, looking out for him. Unlike some, his reaction wasn't to rebel. He didn't find this desire to fight the system and show everyone that he was more than an anomaly, more than a waste of human genetics.
"More than a ghost.
"No, instead the Crimson Ghost decided to play nice and let everything happen as it was to happen. He didn't interject, he didn't talk back. He took everything in and waited. Stewed. Brooded. And when his moment came, he struck. He took it and ran with it. No longer was he going to sit in the corner, twiddling his thumbs like some ghost that no one saw. No, he was going to get noticed."
He continues to stare as he licks the lips of his smile slightly.
"Maybe that answer was the mask. Maybe that answer was the way the Crimson Ghost acted towards those that ignored him. Those that insulted him. Those that mocked him and discounted him. Those that took his name and threw it into the garbage.
"Perhaps now he can take care of some of those people. Those people that look at the name and laugh. That look at the mask and laugh. That scoff whenever the Crimson Ghost is mentioned. Well, scoff no more Gordie James, because there is no longer room for it. There is no longer tolerance for such actions. No, no, this is no longer a time when the Crimson Ghost gets cut short. This is when he gets his rightful rewards, when he takes back what should have been his all along.
"Respect.
"It's funny, isn't it Gordie? To think that this whole thing begins about respect. That the Crimson Ghost only wants the simple things that everyone deserves. The things they deserve but don't always get. The things that they never got. That he never got. The Crimson Ghost bets you got it, Gordie. From all those peers of yours, and those family members that see you for what you are. You got the respect you deserved. But not the Crimson Ghost.
"Not yet anyways.
"The Crimson Ghost will get his, and he doesn't care who he has to go through to do so. Whether it's Gordie James, Chris Cyrus, Amber Stevens, it doesn't matter to him. He has everyone's numbers, and in due time, he will begin to show everyone why he deserves respect.
"And it all starts with you Gordie. It all begins with this match between you and him. This match that you seem to be taking in stride. Like it doesn't matter to you. Like it's just another day for you. But not for him. No, not for him. This is business to him. All business. He knows what is at stake so early on, and he is willing to risk it. You call yourself the Suicide Messiah, but he is the true risk taker. He is the one who puts his body on the line every time he steps into that ring. Whether it's against you, Gordie, or your sisters, the Crimson Ghost doesn't care. He will do things the same way regardless, and he will make sure he leaves an impression.
"Regardless of your pedigree, Gordie, the Crimson Ghost will be able to top you. There is nothing else to say. Because you are fueled by your love for wrestling, by your love for the hardcore and the high risk, while the Crimson Ghost, he is fueled by hate. By anger. By disgust about how he was treated.
"Something he thinks you know just a little bit about."
The Crimson Ghost chuckles again as he leans back, his masked face barely visible at the edge of the lights radius.
"But maybe you will surprise him. You never know, really. Maybe Gordie James will surprise the Crimson Ghost with something. With your street-style fighting from Hells Kitchen, something that doesn’t exactly send fear down the Crimson Ghost’s spine.
"Being a former World champion doesn’t intimidate the Crimson Ghost since he has had to put up with a lot more. He has had to bide more time to strike, but he has definitely gone above and beyond capturing a shiny belt.”
More chuckling is heard as Crimson Ghost raises both hands to either side of his head and looks at the burning candle.
"The time is almost here, Gordie James, for when you and the Crimson Ghost will meet. And he assures you, you will not be disappointed. If you were looking for a fight, for a real highlight match to start off the first show, than you found it. The Crimson Ghost assures you of that.
“Enjoy your dinner, Gordie. Enjoy your dinner with those that you hate, because the Crimson Ghost wants you to build that hatred up. To let it boil at the surface. So that when you and him meet inside of the ring, the sparks will fly. The world will take notice.
“And the Crimson Ghost will no longer be ignored.”
Crimson Ghost smiles as he leans forward, giving another wicked, evil-eyed look before he leans forward and blows out the candle. As the darkness returns, and his chuckles continues, the scene slowly fades out.
