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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 1 2005, 11:39 PM (43 Views) | |
| Sean Madrox | Apr 1 2005, 11:39 PM Post #1 |
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Music notes flow threw the air as in a poetic trance and thrifts of an acoustic guitar can be heard played as the camera engulfs the surrounding of a room with dimmed lights and reflecting shadows bounce off of the wall as a man’s figure thrust the guitar with rifts and producing such beauty to one’s ears. The camera pans forward and the shadow of the man lines up perfectly to the outcast that no one would have thought to produce such wonderful music. As the shadows continue to dance and the shadows in turn and line up into realistic movement in the much dimmed room and the camera begins to focus on the hands of the mastermind. The camera follows the hands as the man continues to make rifts and the camera floats back putting the hands onto arms and then to a torso. The rifts of the music continue to flow with the movement of the camera and with shadows bouncing off the figures muscle begin to be conspicuous and noticeable, this guy is someone that looks rough and tough, but is able to produce such angelic sounds with the gift in his hands and knowledge of the guitar. After a few more minutes of the rhythmical music the camera has panned out enough to reveal the man, but still nothing can be seen as the man has his head held down moving to the beat of the music and after a few seconds more he lifts his head up and it produces the face of Sean Madrox and he part his lips as he mumbles a few lyrics before cutting the show silent and putting his acoustic guitar to the left of him besides the dark blue leather couch. Sean digs his face into his hands as if he has a more than big announcement to make to everyone watching him and with the eerie dimmed room it doesn’t help in any fashion. Sean raises his head and looks into the camera and he fakes what seems to be a grin, but he is wearing his emotions on his sleeve and he is fair more than miserable. Sean face is pale as a ghost because for once in his life he knows that something is going to happen and he doesn’t know how to address it, he doesn’t know what to do in such a battle that has never occurred to him before and the battle is not with Ragin’ but with himself as Natalya has said in instances in earlier footage. His hands are sweating as he rubs them together trying to start off on the right foot and every time he opens his mouth, not a single word is able to be produced as if his vocal cords have been cut. Sean clears his throat and it’s obvious he is suffering from dry mouth and he takes a swig from a water bottle and coughs before he finally gets the courage to talk. Sean: After my actions on Slam! this past week, I know I have asked for a match with Ragin’ but what is the purpose of it… Sean looks to the side of the room and his face disappears into the shadows as he grabs the back of his neck. Sean: What is the purpose of Sean Madrox here on Slam!...that I can’t even answer… Sean words trembling with fear as if he doesn’t want to say something. Sean: I came to Slam! with one thing on my mind and that’s to be the best and so far who in the hell have I fooled…look at my run so far; one win is all I have to my name and that wasn’t even a logical win because it was a DQ at the hands of Ragin’ but to me I haven’t showed what I can do because maybe there isn’t nothing I can do… Sean fights back the anger that is burning inside of him as he grips the couch in anger for being so damn bad. Sean: Who am I…that’s the question I have asked myself these past weeks, I don’t even know who in the hell is Sean “Mr. Phenomenal” Madrox. I was once that guy people would see in the indies and cheer for because he was able to lick anybody down that came in his way, but now I’m nothing, but a washed down push over. Sean pulls out the pack of cigarettes from his pocket and looks at them. Sean: Why do I smoke? Another question that I must ask myself because isn’t smoking supposed to be left for the bad boys, am I trying to be someone that I am not. Sean throws the cigarettes into the camera. Sean: I thought for one second when I came to Slam! I would have taken out the Slam! myth from the ranks and everyone would have been at my feet kissing them for being the man to put the legend to rest, but no I haven’t been able to lay a hand on the man for longer than five minutes before getting thrown out of the ring via powerbomb, or getting double teamed. And… Sean pauses for a moment and he hangs his head down. Sean: And…I don’t think I can, I mean if I can’t beat this one guy that has been in Slam! since the old glory days then why the hell am I even there. Do I belong here or better yet should I be here. Should I turn my back on all of the fans counting on me and put my tail between my legs and forfeit the match altogether and leave Slam! Sean pauses and actually thinks about what he just said and nods. Sean: What are Ragin’s weaknesses because no one has clearly been able to figure this out or better yet the people that have, haven’t even stayed around long enough to reveal the answers to me or anyone…hence why Ragin’ has been able to stay at large in the industry. Sean closes his mouth shaking his head. Sean: When I do face Ragin’ at Anarchy in the UK not will I bring the game, but in a sense I will bring my soul to the ring and I will wear it on my sleeve for a purpose. A purpose that I myself haven’t come to terms with, but what can a man do when he isn’t able to overcome the one obstacle that stands in his way of his dreams and future…nothing my friends because Sean Madrox is no longer Mr. Phenomenal. Sean grabs his acoustic guitar as the scene begins to blur and the musical thrifts of the guitar is heard in the poetic charm as earlier. |
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