Post by emotionalpunk on Oct 19, 2005 22:33:29 GMT -5
The scene opens up in a gloomy room. The lights aren't out but the light above flickers and twitches. A man is seen sitting in a chair directly underneath the light. His hair is done up spiked high. His eyes are focused directly on the wall in front of him. He doesn't blink or shudder. He seems to be in a motionless state. He wears no shoes, but taps his toes on the cold wooden floor.
Man in deep thought: I sit hear wondering why I even agreed with myself of this state of stagnation. Perhaps I thought it would bring me great solace. Apparently I thought wrong. Sitting still has never been a great skill of mine. Even my mother thought so when I was a child. I was forbidden from motion. Always being stuck in the corner next to the hideous life-size dolls. I've always wondered if it was possible for another soul to hear my thoughts. I've wanted to know for quite awhile if anyone could read my mind. Not quite sure on my theory behind this. It's just a random thought I placed together, sitting alone staring at this wall.
The light flicks brighter for quick moment, as a small table is shown setting in front of the man. His arms set crossed on the cheap card table. His cold eyes continue to stare off into the blank wall in front of him. He looks like he is preparing himself of something. He finally blinks his eyes. Then once again he closes his chilled eyes. Leaving them closed he goes into a state of meditation.
Man in deep thought: My life's so cold and fake I close my eyes hiding behind these plain walls and this cold, cold heart. I not only hide behind every thought produced in my mind but every thought produced in everyone else's minds that surround me.
The man moves his head slightly closer to the center of the table. Placing his index and middle fingers on his temples. The light flickers quick, letting us catch a glimpse of the man behind the thoughts, Anthony Shadows.
Anthony Shadows in deep thought: Thursday night Thunder...Deep breaths.. in.. and out.. 1..2... 1..2 calm yourself. Everything is alright. You've got to get a hold of yourself if anyone is ever going to take you seriously in this business. I just hope they can't smell my fear when I step out onto the ramp with millions of eyes watching me.
Anthony opens his eyes and looks straight ahead.
Anthony Shadows in deep thought: I won't let you down Mr. Money Man... I promise. In my last tag match my partner and I did not come out victorious. It seems to have been bugging me ever since. I will step into the ring with all these degrading thoughts in my mind. Voodoo and the 'Hotshot' Ryan Young...
Shadows slowly stands up and walks over to the other side of the table. His hands still on his temples he speaks. His voice is raspy and tired from lack of use.
Shadows: I'm like a psychopath that can read your mind. I can see your fears just like you can see mine. See you Thursday. I'll keep you in my thoughts.
Shadows places his hands on a dark haired womans shoulders. She stands almost as high as he is. He places his hand out and guides them to the door. Scene fades to black.
Man in deep thought: I sit hear wondering why I even agreed with myself of this state of stagnation. Perhaps I thought it would bring me great solace. Apparently I thought wrong. Sitting still has never been a great skill of mine. Even my mother thought so when I was a child. I was forbidden from motion. Always being stuck in the corner next to the hideous life-size dolls. I've always wondered if it was possible for another soul to hear my thoughts. I've wanted to know for quite awhile if anyone could read my mind. Not quite sure on my theory behind this. It's just a random thought I placed together, sitting alone staring at this wall.
The light flicks brighter for quick moment, as a small table is shown setting in front of the man. His arms set crossed on the cheap card table. His cold eyes continue to stare off into the blank wall in front of him. He looks like he is preparing himself of something. He finally blinks his eyes. Then once again he closes his chilled eyes. Leaving them closed he goes into a state of meditation.
Man in deep thought: My life's so cold and fake I close my eyes hiding behind these plain walls and this cold, cold heart. I not only hide behind every thought produced in my mind but every thought produced in everyone else's minds that surround me.
The man moves his head slightly closer to the center of the table. Placing his index and middle fingers on his temples. The light flickers quick, letting us catch a glimpse of the man behind the thoughts, Anthony Shadows.
Anthony Shadows in deep thought: Thursday night Thunder...Deep breaths.. in.. and out.. 1..2... 1..2 calm yourself. Everything is alright. You've got to get a hold of yourself if anyone is ever going to take you seriously in this business. I just hope they can't smell my fear when I step out onto the ramp with millions of eyes watching me.
Anthony opens his eyes and looks straight ahead.
Anthony Shadows in deep thought: I won't let you down Mr. Money Man... I promise. In my last tag match my partner and I did not come out victorious. It seems to have been bugging me ever since. I will step into the ring with all these degrading thoughts in my mind. Voodoo and the 'Hotshot' Ryan Young...
Shadows slowly stands up and walks over to the other side of the table. His hands still on his temples he speaks. His voice is raspy and tired from lack of use.
Shadows: I'm like a psychopath that can read your mind. I can see your fears just like you can see mine. See you Thursday. I'll keep you in my thoughts.
Shadows places his hands on a dark haired womans shoulders. She stands almost as high as he is. He places his hand out and guides them to the door. Scene fades to black.
OOC: this could of been so much better. I didn't talk about my match enough that's for sure. way too short also...
