Post by emotionalpunk on Oct 1, 2005 10:30:47 GMT -5
The scene opens up in a spacey area. The clouds hide the sun. Large rain clouds form in the sky. Heavy drops of rain fall. Causing the grass to have large puddles of water. But that doesn't scare the man setting in the grass next to an old gray building. It looks as if it was a building block in time. Old and ancient, mildew grows up the sides causing the man to shiver. Laying in the grass, looking at the mausoleum sits a man, average height, and average weight. Nothing special or extravagant about him besides his large brown eyes, that are gazing up at the former masterpiece.
Man: You know what the sad thing is?.. this used to be beautiful. It used to shine with the sun. Now the rain clouds are upon us. Leaving the sky dark and gray. Leaving this mausoleum ugly and old, tired and warn. There isn't really anything too overly great about it anymore.
The dark haired man picks up a stone sitting in the grass beside him. He stares down at the hopeless rock.
Man: So, helpless. Someone just left you here in the middle of the grass. Leaving you with nothing. Sounds like the story of my life. Only sometimes people give you a chance. A chance to make something of yourself. But you only get one shot. One shot to see your name in lights. One shot at being number one. First impressions are one of the most important things in life. They can make or break you. I'm sorry Rocky but you aren't making the best first impression. I'm already growing tired of you.
The brown eyed man passes the tiny rock back in forth in his palms while he speaks. Watching the rock move back in forth with his eyes.
Man: No matter what, someone will always notice you. Someone sometime along the line may give you a chance. You may screw up. Once you get a chance, they may put you up against something like this old, tired mausoleum sitting in front of us. Trying to give you a challenge. I'm putting you to the test. Let's see what you can do.
The man lunges the tiny rock at the mausleum.... He watches it hit.
Man: Hm.. You seem to have tried but failed. What a pitty...
The man walks up closer into the sun light revealing him as Anthony Shadows. He stands next to the building glaring at it. A smile suddenly grows across his face.
Anthony Shadows: You may be young. But you did some damage. Surprisingly. Now we can't give up. We are going to keep trying.
He bends over picking up the same rock. He steps a few feet back. Going farther and farther with every step he takes. The two stones crashing together time after time. The building block of time. Getting destroyed by the little rock.
Anthony Shadows: The little guy can put up a fight. That's for sure. It's not how long you've been around. It's how much you put into it. It's how much you care. It's how much pain you give out. How much love the sport or the competition. This Sunday Pryme and I will be the tiny stone. Only we won't stop until the match is through and our arms are raised in victory. Voodoo and Johnny may have history in this federation, but they're old and tired, warn out. Just like this mausoleum in front of me. I wish luck to my opponents at Slam. Another chapter in their book of defeats is about to be written.
The scene closes as Anthony stands throwing the tiny stone at the big bad mausoleum.[/center]
OOC: Not the longest thing ever written. Not the best thing ever written either. But I kinda like it. It was quite hard trying to be a "man" for the first time. Hope you at least thought it was interesting.
