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| Troubled Times; Prime RP | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 19 2007, 07:11 PM (50 Views) | |
| Triadred | Nov 19 2007, 07:11 PM Post #1 |
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Winter is coming. A chilling wind russles the last remaining leaves that cling to skeletal trees before being unvolunterily torn and violently tossed away. Panning down from these naked branches, we find Prime standing before a tombstone. The Evolution of Excellence palms the grave marker affectionately and smiles a little. Prime: Hey Max... A sudden kick in the wind forces Prime to nestle down into his jacket. The FIW Manster shivers a little as his sun-kissed Californian hyde isn't use to this kind of chill. Prime: Don't hold this against me, Max... I mean, I can understand you wanting to be back home and all, but Cali's so much warmer this time of year! And besides, swaying palm trees in a cool pacific breeze is certainly a lot more scenic than this dead old oak tree. His fuax pas hits him. Prime: No offense, Max... I'm just saying. Prime squats and picks up a wooden folding chair so that he may sit and stay with Max a while. Seated and bundled, Prime sighs heavily and deflates. Prime: Troubled times, Max. Times like these I could really use you to watch my back, you know? Seems like no matter what direction I turn, I'm catching a look from someone who's got a problem with me... or worse. These Rejects... they really wasted no time turning FIW upside down. I mean, that doesn't bother me none, 'cause you know how I like the fight, right Max? A laugh slips from between Primes smiling teeth until his thoughts of bitter reality drag him back from fond memories. Prime: One guy in particular... Graver. I don't think you ever paid the guy much attention since he wasn't really your style. Anyway... he took this cinder block wrapped in barbedwire or some crazy shit to my knee, right? Made a real mess of things and caused me some real trouble. I'm not worried about it though. With a little extra rehab, I'll be back to my old self in no time... and as far as I heard, Graver got the boot on account of some demons, if you catch my meaning. Prime tilts an invisable drink to his lips... if you catch his meaning. Prime: But aside from that clown, things have just gone all to hell. I mean, it use to be about the big win... remember those days Max? Remember when it was all about championships and billots? Seems like... I don't even know how to say it. After casting his eyes aside, Prime finally musters the courage and sets saddened eyes back on Max's resting spot. Prime: It just seems like the sport end of this business died... with you. Tears begin to well. Prime: I mean, things have gotten so hard. It's not like it use to be, and I feel like I'm going crazy. It's times like these I wish to God you were still here, Max. I need you around, Max... I need you to be there to help me out. I need you, Max... Prime leans forward on his seat enough to fall to his knees. He presses his forehead to Max's tombstone and closes his eyes. As he does, the welling tears bead down his cheeks and he takes Max's marker into a delicate embrace. Prime: Why'd you have to go, Max? Why'd you have to leave me? We still had so much to do... and there's so much that I need you to be here for. I know what you said about taking the blows, but I've never been hit this hard before... and this time... this time I don't know if I even want to try getting back up. I've got nothing left in me, Max. I don't even have you around anymore. First I lost you, and now... now I lost the crucifix. Crucifix? Is it really lost... or closer than Prime realizes? Prime: Without you, and without that... what have I got? Who's looking out for me when I got all these guys looking to stab me in the back? Where do I fond the inspiration to compete when all the competition has been sucked outta me? Why should I love her when she doesn't love me?! What?! Primes eyes shoot open and he quickly looks awkwardly about to make sure it's just he and Max... after all, whatever he meant by what he said is probably something he didn't mean to say at all. Emotions are funny like that. The Goliath rises to his feet and wipes away the tears that stick to his chin. He then rests his hand on Max's tombstone again. Prime: I uh... I dunno what I'm even saying, Max. You... you always knew me better than this, so you know that maybe it's just the stress talking, right? I know times are hard... that's what you'd say. You'd say, but you gotta suck it up, because that's what real contenders do. They take the blows... and they find a way to get back up. So, because it would mean so much to you, Max... I'm gonna find a way to get back up. Prime turns about and folds his chair and scoops it under his arm. He takes another look at Max and pats his marker. Prime: Thanks for listening, Max... thanks for everything. I know you're still there for me. I just wish I could hear you voice in my ears instead of just my head, you know? Yea... that'd be nice. Prime fights more tears and decides to take his leave before giving in to his emotions again. Maybe for the best, but sometimes it's also best to let them win.Be that as it may, Prime choses to go. He gives Max's stone another pat and starts to walk off, tossing parting words over his shoulder. Prime: See you later, Max. Quiet and still, Max's tomstone sits alone now amid the fluttering leaves and bitter November wind. Though here lies the body of Max Midas... he is forever more alive in the heart and soul of Prime. And he'll never be forgotten. That is what truly makes a man a legend... ...and a legend a hero. *Fade* |
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