Post by emotionalpunk on Nov 6, 2005 14:40:00 GMT -5
The scene opens up outside a red stop sign. Only the sign seems rather larger than normal to the eyes staring out of the cracked car windshield at it.
Voice: I guess this time I took stop way to literally.
A man sitting inside the car bangs his head up against the steering wheel. His dark brown Mohawk rattles up and down. The man stops and shakes his head from side to side. Rain pours down outside of the car. The door handle jiggles it's way loose. The car door only cracks a little. As the man unbuckles his seatbelt and slowly sides out of his car. He slips and bumps his back up against the car door.
Man: Damn, that hurts. The pain will go away. But the memory will never fade.
A man jerks up while laying in bed. He suddenly feels his back. He looks down at his hands and rotates them back and forth.
Man panting: Some may say it was only a dream. But it was my nightmare. The memories never died. The rain was pouring down so hard that night. My first real car accident. It wasn't a horrible, tragic accident. But for some reason the tragedy still haunts my dreams. Some might say the pain I go through every day in my career is more traumatic. But I, Anthony Shadows disagree. People don't take time to appreciate things like they used too. It's amazing how times have dramatically changed with time.
Shadows dances with his covers trying to get them straight while trying to sit correctly up in bed. But he closes his eyes and struggles to speak.
Anthony Shadows: In every despair I find you standing their. Waiting with the bitter taste of "soon to be enemy" up your sleeve. My partner this Sunday at Sunday night Slam... He makes no sense at all. Nothing makes sense to me. I defeated him and yet he still respect his defeat. He has a manager. I respect this but, I just don't understand why such a beautiful woman would waste her time doing his dirty work and following him around. While he steals all the glory she deserves.
Shadows pauses and sips down last night's water that was sitting on the night stand beside the bed.
Anthony Shadows: There is more to come of this Sunday as we know it. This Sunday I have yet another tag match. Havok shall be my partner. This time I promise, Our arms will be raised in a victorious fashion. Yet, another loss might look wonderful on my record.
Shadows rolls his eyes. He sits with his arms crossed. His eyes face forward as he speaks.
Anthony Shadows: Sunday Night I get the pleasure of stepping into the ring with Justin Tyme and Johnny Arsenic. The former/current stable known as ATM. Or should I say AT minus the M. Who was this M you once had. Or maybe ATM just stood for "Attracted To Men" you never know in this day and age.
Shadows chuckles to himself. While he becomes a little more comfortable.
Anthony Shadows: Two Cocky Canadian boys running around bragging aboot great looks and flashing there money and gold. They talk of achieving greatness. But what have they achieved here in Valor nothing. Arsenic may have won a few matches. But from what I've heard Tyme is just some wanna be hot shot who couldn't make it in another federation or in Valor so he took a "leave of absence." But now he's returned, and what did Steven Lynch do.. He gave the prissy little twit another chance. Johnny and Tyme must think they stand a chance against Havok and I since they have yet to show their faces around either of us. Havok has Alora in his corner.. I've got my mind in mine. What have you two got? Nothing but your over sized egos eating at whats left in those tiny Canadian brains of yours.
Anthony snuggles back down into his sheets and covers himself up. As he closes his eyes. The scene fades to black.
Voice: I guess this time I took stop way to literally.
A man sitting inside the car bangs his head up against the steering wheel. His dark brown Mohawk rattles up and down. The man stops and shakes his head from side to side. Rain pours down outside of the car. The door handle jiggles it's way loose. The car door only cracks a little. As the man unbuckles his seatbelt and slowly sides out of his car. He slips and bumps his back up against the car door.
Man: Damn, that hurts. The pain will go away. But the memory will never fade.
A man jerks up while laying in bed. He suddenly feels his back. He looks down at his hands and rotates them back and forth.
Man panting: Some may say it was only a dream. But it was my nightmare. The memories never died. The rain was pouring down so hard that night. My first real car accident. It wasn't a horrible, tragic accident. But for some reason the tragedy still haunts my dreams. Some might say the pain I go through every day in my career is more traumatic. But I, Anthony Shadows disagree. People don't take time to appreciate things like they used too. It's amazing how times have dramatically changed with time.
Shadows dances with his covers trying to get them straight while trying to sit correctly up in bed. But he closes his eyes and struggles to speak.
Anthony Shadows: In every despair I find you standing their. Waiting with the bitter taste of "soon to be enemy" up your sleeve. My partner this Sunday at Sunday night Slam... He makes no sense at all. Nothing makes sense to me. I defeated him and yet he still respect his defeat. He has a manager. I respect this but, I just don't understand why such a beautiful woman would waste her time doing his dirty work and following him around. While he steals all the glory she deserves.
Shadows pauses and sips down last night's water that was sitting on the night stand beside the bed.
Anthony Shadows: There is more to come of this Sunday as we know it. This Sunday I have yet another tag match. Havok shall be my partner. This time I promise, Our arms will be raised in a victorious fashion. Yet, another loss might look wonderful on my record.
Shadows rolls his eyes. He sits with his arms crossed. His eyes face forward as he speaks.
Anthony Shadows: Sunday Night I get the pleasure of stepping into the ring with Justin Tyme and Johnny Arsenic. The former/current stable known as ATM. Or should I say AT minus the M. Who was this M you once had. Or maybe ATM just stood for "Attracted To Men" you never know in this day and age.
Shadows chuckles to himself. While he becomes a little more comfortable.
Anthony Shadows: Two Cocky Canadian boys running around bragging aboot great looks and flashing there money and gold. They talk of achieving greatness. But what have they achieved here in Valor nothing. Arsenic may have won a few matches. But from what I've heard Tyme is just some wanna be hot shot who couldn't make it in another federation or in Valor so he took a "leave of absence." But now he's returned, and what did Steven Lynch do.. He gave the prissy little twit another chance. Johnny and Tyme must think they stand a chance against Havok and I since they have yet to show their faces around either of us. Havok has Alora in his corner.. I've got my mind in mine. What have you two got? Nothing but your over sized egos eating at whats left in those tiny Canadian brains of yours.
Anthony snuggles back down into his sheets and covers himself up. As he closes his eyes. The scene fades to black.
OOC: I'd like to apologize for no showing.. for Halloween Horrors.. That was pretty crappy of me. But I'm sure you'd of done the same if you were in my shoes..No offense meant to tyme and arsenic. heh good luck
