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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 24 2007, 04:37 PM (57 Views) | |
| Triadred | Dec 24 2007, 04:37 PM Post #1 |
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Canada's Handsomest Boy
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A simple melody is picked from an acoustic guitar as the camera pans over a now empty arena. There, seated atop the turnbuckles is not the Great White Hype, but simply Adam Wilson. He sits and casts his eyes out into the stillness and utter emptyness of the arena and a bitter lonliness consumes him. Meanwhile, the hauntingly powerful lyrics sung by none other than Johnny Cash begin to sound. Cash: I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel. I focus on the pain. The only thing that's real. The needle tears a hole. The old familiar sting. Try to kill it all away, but I remember everything. As he sits, highlights flutter before our eyes as if played on a movie reel. Ony moments ago, during his snowball tag team match, wile the snowballs had been flying, we see Adam almost enjoying himself. A childlike smile runs away with his true feelings as he and Jaime Lee catch each others playful smiles. Before long, Adams smile drops and he's back to business. Suddenly, we're back with Adam in the ring. His bottom lip quivers a little as a sadness washes the color from his face. His hand slowly slips over his eyes to possibly cacth any tears that Adam refuses to shed. Cash: What have I become, my sweetest friend? Everyone I know goes away in the end. And you could have it all, my empire of dirt. I will let you down... I will make you hurt. More memories of Jaime Lee flash before our eyes as Adam recalls shoving her down to the mat during his match after emotions had gotten the better of him. Again and again Jaime falls while the expression on Adams face becomes more pained. Guilt sours within Adam as he slips from the turnbuckle, bows between the ropes, and hops down from the ring apron. Taking a lasting look around the ring, Adam turns slowly and heads toward the entry way. Cash: I wear this crown of thorns, upon my liars chair. Full of broken thoughts, I cannot repair. Beneath the stains of time, the feelings dissapear. You are some one else. I am still right here. Walking the halls of the arena, Adam palms his forehead while even more memories trouble his mind. Adam remembers a time when he had not only manipulated but out-right lied to Jaime in order to win her trust. A time when both were young and starting out with the now faded into time SLA days. Adam remembers a phoney embrace... the lies... the deciet... and worst of all... the kiss. Continuing on, Adam palms his forhead while feeling "that old familiar sting"... regret. As he regrets, Adam also remembers... Adam remembers seeing Jaime with that referee before they left for their date the night after Violence Fetish. He also remembers the awkward moment he and Jaime had shared only moments before Adam left that odd gift outside Jaimes locker room. Stopping a moment, Adam draws his cell phone fom his pants pocket, flips the phone open, and simply stares down at it. After a moments hesitation, Adam begins walking and thumbing the keypad. Distracted by dialing, Adam fails to notice all the men outside his own locker room until he's mere meters away. A crowd of Japanese men, all very large and pressumed to be wrestlers themselves, all eye the Hype while sporting mischevious grins. Cash: What have I become, my sweetest friend? Everyone I know goes away in the end. And you could have it all, my empire of dirt. I will let you down... I will make you hurt. Adam stands before the crowd, frozen in place by the frightening sight of a mob he knows is there for him. But what he spies next truly horrifies the Hype. The crowd of men parts and there before Adam is a sole American. Finger. The cell phone falls from Adams hand and lands at his feet. A very crafty angle lets us know that Adam was dialing... Jaime Lee?! Was Adam going to reach out to Jaime? We'll never know. It's a fight or flight moment for the Hype and contrary to what we would expect Adam to do, the Hype actually and quite curagiously starts toward the group of men without breaking stride. Finger grins and mockingly welcomes Adam into the group. As he walks, the single memory Adam clings to is the vision of taking Jaime into that embrace way back in SLA. Despite the false pretenses surousnding the hug, Adam cannot deny how nice it felt to be held. A moment he would gladdly lose himself in once again. Images of Adams memory and the contrasting reality he finds himself in now trade back and forth. Adam walks and remembers, Finger grins and waves the Hype closer. As he walks, Adam expects the worst. You can always expect something, but when that something comes you realize that you were never nor could have ever prepared for it. A single tear rolls down Adams cheek as he no doubt regrets much in his life as he fully expects that these are his final, and according to finger, his promised final moments in this world. Cash: If I could start again a million miles away, I would keep myself... As the music climaxes with Johnny's wailing voice along with a heavily plunking piano chord, scenes of memory and reality trade with the rythm. Adam walks on. Jaime is lost in his embrace. Finger grins while becconing Adam closer. Adam holds Jaime tight. A blade pops from it's handle in Fingers hand. The Japanese men swarm Adam and drag him toward Finger. Jaime holds "the man of her dreams" tighter and tighter. Adam fights and kicks while yelling in Fingers face. The Japanese men drag Adam into the locker room. Adam and Jaime kiss. Cash: I would find a way... One last look at the Hype before he, the Japanese men, and Finger are sealed away behind the slowly closing locker room door. Finger tauntingly wags the knifes blade at Adam while the Hype struggles against the men still. Finger lunges forward and... ... the door closes. A debt is owed... and tonight... that debt will be paid. *Fade* |
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| Lita Maivia | Dec 26 2007, 08:14 PM Post #2 |
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Legend
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"Unchained Melody" by Righteous Brothers plays over the black screen. We fade back in on the image of Hype's cell phone laying on the floor, the source of the music. The display screen reads that it is Jaime Lee who is calling. A pair of black heeled boots step up to the phone just as the phone stops ringing. A hand reaches down, picking up the phone. The camera follows it up to Jaime's worried expression gazing down at the phone. Her eyes scan the surroundings, finding nothing and no one to lead her to why Adam's phone is left laying in an empty corridor. The last place she looks is the door a few feet away with the Great White Hype's name labeling it. She makes her way to the door, obvious confliction filling her face as she's left wondering what to do. Does she want to know? Does she want to leave? Does she want to know what's behind the door? Could she live with herself if she just walked away now? She answers her questions by taking a deep breath and raising a hand to knock on the door. Nothing is the response she receives and even more distrubing is the dead silience on the other side of the door. Did Adam leave and drop his cell phone on the way? Did he never retrieve it from when Finger paid his visit? Is Finger and his goons still inside or have they done their deed and left? Did they even leave Adam behind? Did they leave anything of him behind? Jaime takes another deeper breath and knocks again, more firmly this time. When no response comes yet again, Jaime takes the initiative and grabs a hold of the doorknob. Another deep breath (wow, she's really making her chest heave up and down... get it?) and Jaime turns the knob, pushing the door open.... Darkness. Jaime gazes through the darkness, daring to reach over and flip on a light switch. Shedding some light on the situation turns out to be the worst thing she could've possibly done. The look of worry and confusion is quickly transformed into horror as red becomes the dominant color. Blood, and lots of it, is staining into the carpet as we speak. Covering patches of nearly every item leading from the center of the room... directly into the bathroom. Jaime swallows down her fear and forces herself to push forward. Stepping cautiously around the trail of crimson, Jaime slowly advances towards the dark bathroom. She reaches a shaky hand into the darkness, having to hesitate a second to decide whether or not she wants to proceed with turning another light on. She closes her eyes and shoves the switch up. The bright lights glare off the white surfaces of the bathroom, making the horrific sight before her unmistakeable. The Great White Hype has been reduced to a bloody mess. His shirt has been torn nearly completely off, his entire upper torso now covered in blood. As if that wasn't enough, his face clearly shows who won this fight. Blood runs down his cheek from his mouth and his busted up nose. A single moment seems like an eternity as Jaime stands within the doorway with a horrific look on her face. Eventually the severity of a very real situation kicks in and the Hellcat Champion hurries over to her... enemy? Jaime: Adam? Adam! Kneeling down neck to the bloody mess usually known as the Great White Hype, pulls out her cell phone, quickly dialing 9-1-1. With a nifty bird's eye view angle of the camera, we watch as Jaime frantically describes the situation to the operator, giving out the address of the arena while checking Adam for a pulse. And we fade. |
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