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Conversation with Unconscious Poetry; Cruz
Topic Started: Jul 8 2010, 12:05 AM (48 Views)
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The scene opens up in a locker room. You see Christian Cruz standing in front of a canvas, he is wearing his beret... which clearly signifies he's painting! <_< >_>. Directly in front of the canvas, is a steel folding chair with Monique Raina sitting in it.

Christian Cruz: "I can't believe my genius is being wasted like this... "

Monique Raina: "Come on Chris you promised! Besides even Leonardo Da Vinci painted a portrait occasionally!"

Christian Cruz: "Look woman I know both what I said and Da Vinci did but you have to realize that you are no Mona Lisa. Now stop talking... and let me work."

Cruz drags the brush across the canvas, this continues for roughly a minute before Monique breaks the silence

Monique Raina: "So Chris... about Neo Carner..."

Christian Cruz: "Woman, this may come as a surprise to you, but Neo Carner is of no interest to me. I mean he was a fine subject for the Brotherhood's post-modern avant-garde collaboration, but vengeful anger is too cliche'd at this point. "

Monique Raina: "But at Revolt he..."

Christian Cruz: "He attacked three people who wouldn't know competency if Gustave Courbet painted them a picture. "

Monique Raina: "huh?"

Cruz sighs

Christian Cruz: "Why must I suffer with the likes of the unenlightened."

Monique Raina: "Be-"

Christian Cruz: "Rhetorical woman."

Monique Raina: "I was going to say he"

Christian Cruz: "Yes, with a car. You'll notice in both attacks he felt the need to use weaponry. While, The Brotherhood have not needed to resort to such tactics. "

Monique Raina: "Bu-"

Christian Cruz: "Yes, the odds weren't uneven but he should have thought of that before getting in the way of progress. "

Monique Raina: "But he also buried Rurik in sand... "

Christian Cruz: "Bah, I hate sand. It's coarse, irritating and it gets everywhere. Besides that, for it to even be viable as a medium, you have to wet it and compact it... and when you finally finish an errant breeze, or a drop of rain and all of your effort proves to be in vain."

Monique Raina: "What if he tries to take you out next?"

Christian Cruz: "He already tried...or did you not notice when he coiled around and attempted to steal the very gift of Lelantos from my body. Something he failed to do I might add."

Monique nods her head... but its rather plain from her expression she has no idea what he is talking about

Christian Cruz: "But he is not of my concern this week. He is a nuisance for the ophidian member of our group to contend with. I have to controvert once again with the Morally Indignant Terrance... that is unless he's been humbled since our last exhibit, and his true mentor the corpulent and patellarly stagnated Big Country. "

Monique Raina: "pate-what?"

Christian Cruz: "His knees are bad,... stop moving if you want me to ever finish your inane portraiture. "

Monique remains silent and straightens up her posture a bit as Cruz continues his painting

Christian Cruz: "and in my corner is the Thane of Brotherhood, the Thane of DOOM, and the king hereafter, Rufus Harlowe for this weeks collaborative piece. "

Cruz stops painting for a second, and looks between the canvas and the subject a few times.

Christian Cruz: "Now I must admit I am at a loss exactly what to say on this matter... if I wanted to I suppose I could point out that Terrance could not gain the elusive victory he seeks against me last week, but why? It's out in the open... everyone knows it... why bring up useless facts that are of no interest to anyone just because I could. I am not that shallow of a man to bring that up as an accomplishment."

Cruz pauses

Christian Cruz: "I could do the popular thing and continue to mock Richard Nuller's immense girth. But it's been done, before and I prefer to stake unclaimed territories in the artistic world, rather the same rhetoric said before."

Monique Raina: "Well you did win that award for your first match here Chris!"

Christian Cruz: "There were 10 people involved in that match, it would be asinine to take complete credit for the match. Though I suppose it is good to see that my unveiling will at least be remembered favorably. As opposed to so many whose introductory work is buried under a pile of mediocrity and then forgotten forever."

Monique wipes her hair back... you hear Cruz throw his paintbrush onto the pallette followed by him gripping his forheahd with his fingers

Christian Cruz: "STOP.... MOVING. "

Monique looks at her hand for a second before clearly making realization at what Cruz is saying before dropping it back into her lap.

Monique Raina: "Well, umm... Big Country did put out a promotional video... you could talk about that..."

Cruz shakes his head before going back to painting

Christian Cruz: "I suppose... I could do the mundane for just a short while, if for no other reason then to humor myself. First, Yes, I respect the wrestling medium, where else can you convey anger, misery, agony, defeat glory and countless other emotions all in one solitary piece? "

Cruz pauses

Christian Cruz: "But as I stated I don't respect the people in the business... and as you said the people are the business... which is why it must be scrapped and completely rethought. For I'm not short-sighted... I know for a fact that an art form can never truly be destroyed... it will only continue to evolve and be reborn again like a phoenix. Even to the point that it no longer even looks like what came before. "

Cruz makes a few more strokes

Christian Cruz: "For instance Take out everyone who is involved to increase their bank accounts and personal glory. There is nothing wrong with your art bringing you personal wealth and fame... but it should not be the reason you do what you do. Just by making a small adjustment like that think of how much better the wrestling industry would be. But that's not only the tip of the improvements that could be made on a fresh canvas."

Cruz looks between the canvas and his subject again

Christian Cruz: "But you are mistaken in thinking the fact that I dislike everyone in the wrestling industry is the reason I joined the brotherhood. After all if you had been paying attention my reasons were stated last week and I quote "To hold a mirror up to nature." "

Monique Raina: "But I usually ho-"

Cruz shoots a look at Mon, and she quiets down

Christian Cruz: "Now, There's only one thing I hate more then repeating myself Richard, and that is explaining myself. Figure out what it means on your own."

Cruz continues his work

Christian Cruz: "but one thing that you must be corrected on. I am a true Renaissance man, wrestling is but one medium I use. Sure it may be considered my MAIN one but, I also paint as I am doing now and as I did last week. I have also been known to sculpt, and I have dabbled in other less mainstream and more experimental mediums in the past. So even if I am wrong and my beloved dies... I will just begin focusing on my other artistic endeavors.

With that Cruz stops speaking and goes back to his work. You occasionally see Monique make a slight movement followed by Cruz glaring at her.
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A loud boom as the door swings open, the camera swinging to the tall looming figure that stood in the doorway. A man of silver hair, a thick beard and dark beady black eyes. To the right of him, standing behind was another figure. The tall figure steps out of the shadows.

Rufus: "Fuck. This. Society."

Rufus begins to walk into the room.

Rufus: "Fuck every moral you people sit there and pretend to have!"

Rufus Harlowe it is, he's got a beer in his hand and a finger pointed at the camera man, probably more than likely he's pointing into the lens.

Rufus: "Fuck every principle you people have ever construed through an accidental ten minutes of your mundane worthless day spent reading something you read on your 'Week-a-pedia' while browsing the Inter-web. Fuck each and every judgment you stand for because you saw some ill-researched documentary about some vaguely relevant issue on the History Channel while you visited the Grandparent you imprisoned. You're not helping your community because you get the Sunday Paper. You're not a philanthropist because you subscribe to National Geographic. You are all hypocrites, and the less you practice your hypocrisy and follow the methods Brotherhood is trying to teach you...the quicker this world would get it's head on straight...But no...you're all too STUPID. You're all too quick to judge. You think just because somebody is trying to help you better yourself, that I am insulting you. Is it insulting someone when you offer them the path to enlightenment? No, but I sure as hell will insult them when they deny themselves the road."

Rufus grunts, holding his beer can up to Roy and gives him a glaring eye. He turns back to the camera.

Rufus: "Fuck the social ineptitude's of every gaudy man or woman toying with intellectual issues that really are far beyond their brain's understanding and only meekly entertained in a vein effort to construed some half-hearted image of what it could possibly mean to have something worth saying. Fuck your run-on sentences. Fuck this society of degradation and decadence. Fuck THIS Society."

Rufus' forehead scrunches up, his eyes narrowing into the camera as if a stupid question was asked.

Rufus: "Did you hear me? I said. Fuck. This. Society. It's built as it is around the false need of instant gratification. Everything is about your wants and an insatiable need for material possession of little, if of any substance. Fuck this society and its grim obsession for what it pretends is reality made accessible through television and Internet streaming, this nauseating obsession with idolizing what it pertains are people with celebrity, people worth paying attention to but people not actually contributing anything to anything. Fuck society. Fuck the people it created."

Rufus says with a grunt, demanding another beer and Roy procures one from his coat pocket. Rufus calmly grabs it and has Roy crack it open.

Rufus: "For example, Terry Cane. A man I proved was evil and what does he do to deny it? Nothing. He's still bragging about it. Because his only crowning moment in the FIW is denying himself a successful career. He said no to the Brotherhood and look where it's gotten him. He's no different, he's still losing every match he's in every week. I tried to rescue him, and I gave him the ultimatum of swallowing his pride. Terry was too proud to swallow that pride, but you know how those queers are. They're all about their pride. So Terry, congratulations. You made an idiotic mistake that garnered you nothing, and you're still bragging about it. You could have been a part of the successful engine that is the Brotherhood. I mean...Look at Snake! He was tugging the curtain with you...But wait! He beat you last week, didn't he? How's that pride of yours taste? I hope you enjoy choking on it this weekend when I cram my fist down your throat."

Rufus takes a soft sip of his beer, looking over at Christian Cruz and his associate. The woman lifts her hand and waves.

Monique: "Hi! I'm-"

Rufus: "Shud' up, I don't care."

Rufus turns back to the camera.

Rufus: "And Rick Nuller? RICK Nuller? Rick NULLER? He can't mentor Terry Cane to a single victory...What have I to worry about him this week? Rick Nuller, is worried only about Rick Nuller. This week, I simply place the exclamation point on what is surely to come. Rufus Harlowe is your new Fighting Spirit Champion. Rufus Harlowe will be your new Fighting Spirit Champion. Rufus Harlowe, Fighting Spirit Championship. This words will soon become synonymous. You all best keep up, because I'm not going to enjoy repeating myself if you're all going to think Rick Nuller ACTUALLY has the chance of beating me. The man is a charlatan. He is disgusted with his own self image, and thus he hates himself. How is a man who hates himself going to beat me?"

Rufus asks, pausing briefly to take a swig of his beer.

Rufus: "Simple. A man with no self confidence cannot beat a man with self confidence. It's a known fact that those who fold under pressure cannot perform as well as those who strive in it. Rick Nuller clouded Max Rowley's judgment, and bewildered him into a stupor by defying the laws of gravity. It was merely a fluke that Nuller holds that belt. I should be fighting the Paragon of Virtue at Summer of Sin, but alas...I am stuck facing the atrocity of obesity. Kiss that title of yours goodbye Ricky. I hold the moral high ground."

Rufus scratches his nose.

Rufus: "But since everyone can't keep their mouth of Neo's dick, I guess I'll join the bandwagon of mentioning in him in a speaking manner. Though, we are doing him a favor by inflating that monstrous size head of his. But anyway. Fuck. Neo."

Rufus scratches his stomach, and looks at the portrait Cruz is painting.

Rufus: "Ooh, look at the colors! What'ya painting? Hardwood flooring? Looks like it. Ha ha! I'm only fooling ya'. Sorry to interrupt you Cruz. But my Brotherhood amigo, I've got a lovely welcoming gift for you. Roy!"

Rufus snaps at his boy who is a mere few inches from him.

Rufus: "Give it to 'em."

Roy plucks a plain brown package out of his coat and hands it over to Cruz.

Rufus: "Japanese 'paints', I figured you might like 'em. I never use the stuff, so...Have at it. Welcome to the Brotherhood by the way...I don't think anyone's had the God damn common decency to say it. We sent Snake a fruit basket, but eh...I figured with you being a hot new prospect we'd give you a nice welcoming."
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