Post by Camisado on Jul 25, 2007 22:12:38 GMT -5
Key
Soliloquy
Speaking
Action
Camisado
Cicatrix
~Lyrics~
~Hey you boy, think that you know what youre doing
You think youre gonna set things to rights
Youre just another picture on a teenage wall
Youre just another sucker ready for a fall~
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Date: Saturday, July the Fourteenth, 2007
Time: 12:14 PM
Location: Camisado's Locker Room
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~You gotta
Fight from the inside
Attack from the rear
Fight from the inside
You cant win with your hands tied
Fight from the inside
Fight from the inside
Right down the line~
~Hey you boy think that you know what youre doing
You think that out in the streets is all free
Youre just another money-spinner tool
Youre just another fool~
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Date: Friday, July the Twenty-Seventh, 2007
Time: 9:43 AM
Location: Camisado's Locker Room
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~You gotta
Fight from the inside
Attack from the rear
Fight from the inside
You cant win with your hands tied
Fight from the inside
Fight from the inside
Right down the line~
Soliloquy
Speaking
Action
Camisado
Cicatrix
~Lyrics~
~Hey you boy, think that you know what youre doing
You think youre gonna set things to rights
Youre just another picture on a teenage wall
Youre just another sucker ready for a fall~
.
¢|Camisado|¢|:.
I've had a convenient little break over the past few weeks, which has been nice. I gotta be in top shape for Hotter Than Hell. It's come up fast on me. I've got a lot of unfinished business to settle with my opponent for the night, Pain.
That's right, Pain. Pain and myself, Hotter Than Hell, Inferno Match. My second Hotter Than Hell match, and it's fitting that it's against Pain. It was last year, and I beat him, though it was via disqualification and he, well, beat me senseless afterwards. But I promise that's not about to happen a second time. This time, it's an Inferno Match. The perfect match for Hotter Than Hell, and a seemingly perfect match to settle our on-going feud of sorts.
I can't wait to get my hands on that selfish bastard, I just simply cannot wait to set his ass on fire, there's nothing in the world I want more. Hell, I'd go gay and get pounded in the ass if it meant I got to set fire to Pain's disfigured face. The World Heavyweight Title being on the line's just the icing on the cake. Like, it's not needed, but I sure as hell ain't about to turn it away. To set Pain on fire and take his title, that should damn well be my dream!
¢|Camisado|¢|:. I've had a convenient little break over the past few weeks, which has been nice. I gotta be in top shape for Hotter Than Hell. It's come up fast on me. I've got a lot of unfinished business to settle with my opponent for the night, Pain.
That's right, Pain. Pain and myself, Hotter Than Hell, Inferno Match. My second Hotter Than Hell match, and it's fitting that it's against Pain. It was last year, and I beat him, though it was via disqualification and he, well, beat me senseless afterwards. But I promise that's not about to happen a second time. This time, it's an Inferno Match. The perfect match for Hotter Than Hell, and a seemingly perfect match to settle our on-going feud of sorts.
I can't wait to get my hands on that selfish bastard, I just simply cannot wait to set his ass on fire, there's nothing in the world I want more. Hell, I'd go gay and get pounded in the ass if it meant I got to set fire to Pain's disfigured face. The World Heavyweight Title being on the line's just the icing on the cake. Like, it's not needed, but I sure as hell ain't about to turn it away. To set Pain on fire and take his title, that should damn well be my dream!
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Date: Saturday, July the Fourteenth, 2007
Time: 12:14 PM
Location: Camisado's Locker Room
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The scene comes into view as Cicatrix walks out from behind the door that leads to the bathroom of the locker room, merely covered by a leaf-green towel that hung down from around his waist. He stops walking and timidly begins to stare at the sight that lay ahead of him.
.«|Cicatrix|»|:.
Yeah, uh, bro?
The view flips over to see Camisado, who is wearing nothing more than a pair of red Tapout shorts and his new, black shirt, though the sleeves have been torn off, and it has been cut down the seams on either side. He was also showing off a brand-new haircut, sporting the "High and tight" look. It worked for him. With his hair now further out of the way than usual, beads of sweat were visible forming at the top of his brow, slightly beneath his hairline. He furiously stared at the drawing beneath him, which very adaquetely showed off his minimal artistic ability. Although he was coloring with crayons on the pre-drawn outlines inside the coloring book, he still managed to slip outside said lines every now and then.
.¢|Camisado|¢|:.
Yeah, what?
Cicatrix's blank stare at his Camisado was nearly as concentrated as his brother's stare towards the colorful canvas beneath him.
.«|Cicatrix|»|:.
Yeah.. What are you doing?
Without averting his daze from the book, nor even slowing the sloppy coloring, he answered.
.¢|Camisado|¢|:.
Coloring. Some kid left this stuff out in the hallway. Looked like fun. It's addicting.
A look of possible shock overcame Cicatrix's face as he tried to hold back the laughter that arose deep inside him.
.«|Cicatrix|»|:.
Riiiight.. So, I'm not gonna lie.. That's a little weird.
Camisado lifted his crayon off the colored canvas and flipped the page.
.¢|Camisado|¢|:.
Wanna try?
Camisado's voice sounded a bit confident for some unknown reason. Oddly enough, his brother was convinced.
.«|Cicatrix|»|:.
Actually, I do.
Camisado tossed the coloring book that was not in use over to his brother, who carried it over to the other side of his brother on the couch, and set down to the artwork that lay before him. After a few moments, Cicatrix past his brother's artwork at a crayon that lay to the left of the book.
.«|Cicatrix|»|:.
Hey, pass me the orange.
With a concerned look on his face, Camisado brought the orange crayon closer to him, whilst still coloring the train on the paper with his blue crayon.
.¢|Camisado|¢|:.
No can do, I'm using it.
Cicatrix was slightly angered by this act of selfishness that had been displayed by his older brother.
.«|Cicatrix|»|:.
Uhm, no you aren't.
With the hand he was not coloring with, Camisado clutched this orange crayon that happened to be in question.
.¢|Camisado|¢|:.
Yeah, but I'm about to be using it.
.«|Cicatrix|»|:.
But I need it now.
.¢|Camisado|¢|:.
No you don't, I need it more.
.«|Cicatrix|»|:.
No, I definitely do. I have a rabbit with a carrot. I need to color that carrot.
Camisado drops the blue crayon he had been coloring with and tossed a brown crayon in his brother's lap.
.¢|Camisado|¢|:.
Here, use this brown. Give him a nice, fat stogie. I'm sure he'd like that over a carrot any day.
Suddenly, a soft tap was heard on the opened door to the locker room. Both men abruptly looked ahead and put the argument on hold. In the doorway was a child that stood roughly four feet. He was wearing dirty socks that covered his ankles beneath his super-cool size eleven skechers that blinked red with each step. There was a band-aid covering his scraped knee. Just above that was a pair of navy blue cargo shorts and a gray Pokémon t-shirt. His scraggly, black hair nearly covered his cold, silver-blue eyes. There was a slight smirk fixed across his mouth and his arms were crossed as he stared at the two men who had stolen and used his coloring books. He cleared his throat before speaking.
.©|Child|©|:.
What do you two think you're doing with MY coloring books?
Both men, thinking "Oh shit", turned their heads to look eachother. As fast as they could, they quickly gathered all the crayons together back in the twenty-four pack box and ran the box and books across the room to the kid. They urged him out of the room as quickly as possible without any further confrontation with anyone that might be around, though kid did not budge one inch.
.©|Child|©|:.
What? You're gonna throw me out just like everyone else does?
Camisado, with a seemingly dumbfounded look fixed upon his face, squats down to the child's level and looks him straight-on in the eyes.
.©|Child|©|:.
It's okay though, I'm used to it..
The child shrugs and turns away from Camisado, only to be grabbed by the shoulder and pulled back to the spot he was once at.
.¢|Camisado|¢|:.
Wh.. What do you mean?
A single tear paved a path down the child's once-dry left cheek, from his glazed-over eyes that were filled with water, waiting to erupt.
.©|Child|©|:.
I'm an ORPHAN!
The child, now bursting out in tears, that brought back the stinging memories of his short past. He buried his face in his hands as the two brothers, still dumbfounded, looked towards eachother, honestly not knowing what to do with this kid that had only minutes ago popped up right in front of them, possibly out of thin air.
.
«|Cicatrix|»|:. Yeah, uh, bro?
The view flips over to see Camisado, who is wearing nothing more than a pair of red Tapout shorts and his new, black shirt, though the sleeves have been torn off, and it has been cut down the seams on either side. He was also showing off a brand-new haircut, sporting the "High and tight" look. It worked for him. With his hair now further out of the way than usual, beads of sweat were visible forming at the top of his brow, slightly beneath his hairline. He furiously stared at the drawing beneath him, which very adaquetely showed off his minimal artistic ability. Although he was coloring with crayons on the pre-drawn outlines inside the coloring book, he still managed to slip outside said lines every now and then.
.
¢|Camisado|¢|:.Yeah, what?
Cicatrix's blank stare at his Camisado was nearly as concentrated as his brother's stare towards the colorful canvas beneath him.
.
«|Cicatrix|»|:. Yeah.. What are you doing?
Without averting his daze from the book, nor even slowing the sloppy coloring, he answered.
.
¢|Camisado|¢|:.Coloring. Some kid left this stuff out in the hallway. Looked like fun. It's addicting.
A look of possible shock overcame Cicatrix's face as he tried to hold back the laughter that arose deep inside him.
.
«|Cicatrix|»|:. Riiiight.. So, I'm not gonna lie.. That's a little weird.
Camisado lifted his crayon off the colored canvas and flipped the page.
.
¢|Camisado|¢|:.Wanna try?
Camisado's voice sounded a bit confident for some unknown reason. Oddly enough, his brother was convinced.
.
«|Cicatrix|»|:. Actually, I do.
Camisado tossed the coloring book that was not in use over to his brother, who carried it over to the other side of his brother on the couch, and set down to the artwork that lay before him. After a few moments, Cicatrix past his brother's artwork at a crayon that lay to the left of the book.
.
«|Cicatrix|»|:. Hey, pass me the orange.
With a concerned look on his face, Camisado brought the orange crayon closer to him, whilst still coloring the train on the paper with his blue crayon.
.
¢|Camisado|¢|:.No can do, I'm using it.
Cicatrix was slightly angered by this act of selfishness that had been displayed by his older brother.
.
«|Cicatrix|»|:. Uhm, no you aren't.
With the hand he was not coloring with, Camisado clutched this orange crayon that happened to be in question.
.
¢|Camisado|¢|:.Yeah, but I'm about to be using it.
.
«|Cicatrix|»|:. But I need it now.
.
¢|Camisado|¢|:.No you don't, I need it more.
.
«|Cicatrix|»|:. No, I definitely do. I have a rabbit with a carrot. I need to color that carrot.
Camisado drops the blue crayon he had been coloring with and tossed a brown crayon in his brother's lap.
.
¢|Camisado|¢|:.Here, use this brown. Give him a nice, fat stogie. I'm sure he'd like that over a carrot any day.
Suddenly, a soft tap was heard on the opened door to the locker room. Both men abruptly looked ahead and put the argument on hold. In the doorway was a child that stood roughly four feet. He was wearing dirty socks that covered his ankles beneath his super-cool size eleven skechers that blinked red with each step. There was a band-aid covering his scraped knee. Just above that was a pair of navy blue cargo shorts and a gray Pokémon t-shirt. His scraggly, black hair nearly covered his cold, silver-blue eyes. There was a slight smirk fixed across his mouth and his arms were crossed as he stared at the two men who had stolen and used his coloring books. He cleared his throat before speaking.
.
©|Child|©|:.What do you two think you're doing with MY coloring books?
Both men, thinking "Oh shit", turned their heads to look eachother. As fast as they could, they quickly gathered all the crayons together back in the twenty-four pack box and ran the box and books across the room to the kid. They urged him out of the room as quickly as possible without any further confrontation with anyone that might be around, though kid did not budge one inch.
.
©|Child|©|:.What? You're gonna throw me out just like everyone else does?
Camisado, with a seemingly dumbfounded look fixed upon his face, squats down to the child's level and looks him straight-on in the eyes.
.
©|Child|©|:.It's okay though, I'm used to it..
The child shrugs and turns away from Camisado, only to be grabbed by the shoulder and pulled back to the spot he was once at.
.
¢|Camisado|¢|:.Wh.. What do you mean?
A single tear paved a path down the child's once-dry left cheek, from his glazed-over eyes that were filled with water, waiting to erupt.
.
©|Child|©|:.I'm an ORPHAN!
The child, now bursting out in tears, that brought back the stinging memories of his short past. He buried his face in his hands as the two brothers, still dumbfounded, looked towards eachother, honestly not knowing what to do with this kid that had only minutes ago popped up right in front of them, possibly out of thin air.
~You gotta
Fight from the inside
Attack from the rear
Fight from the inside
You cant win with your hands tied
Fight from the inside
Fight from the inside
Right down the line~
.¢|Camisado|¢|:.
Now, I know that I'm an orphan too, but I don't know what the hell you're supposed to say to a random kid that shows up at your door and tells you that. I mean, I grew up without parents too, but it's not like I know what to say, other than I know how this kid feels, because I tried to keep the idea away from everyone I grew up around. Aside from Knuckles and his family, my brother and I being orphans was unheard of, especially since we weren't your typical orphans. I think we would have been better off if that had been the case.
I would have, anyways. I would be better off knowing that my mother wasn't out there somewhere. She smoked me right out of the house, and I took Josh with me for his own safety, whether he wanted to or not. I've got to say leaving my mother was the best decision I've ever made. My brother and I both have semi-stable lives now, which is much more than my mother could have ever dreamt of bringing us.
But back to this kid. Camden, he the coolest little kid I've ever met, bar none. But he needs help. He's on his own too, much like I was. I decided I'm going to take him in. He's only nine years old, he needs a family. I'd like to think I could take care of him. Hell, I took care of my brother when he was just a little older, I think I am over-qualified to do the same for him. I got his hair cut short and got him cleaned up, you know, got him some new clothes and stuff, those rags weren't cutting it.
As a plus, he likes wrestling, even likes me! What more could you ask for in a kid? He's gonna have a blast coming to the shows and watching me. He can't wait for Hotter Than Hell, he said he hates Pain. This kid's a spitting image of me!
¢|Camisado|¢|:. Now, I know that I'm an orphan too, but I don't know what the hell you're supposed to say to a random kid that shows up at your door and tells you that. I mean, I grew up without parents too, but it's not like I know what to say, other than I know how this kid feels, because I tried to keep the idea away from everyone I grew up around. Aside from Knuckles and his family, my brother and I being orphans was unheard of, especially since we weren't your typical orphans. I think we would have been better off if that had been the case.
I would have, anyways. I would be better off knowing that my mother wasn't out there somewhere. She smoked me right out of the house, and I took Josh with me for his own safety, whether he wanted to or not. I've got to say leaving my mother was the best decision I've ever made. My brother and I both have semi-stable lives now, which is much more than my mother could have ever dreamt of bringing us.
But back to this kid. Camden, he the coolest little kid I've ever met, bar none. But he needs help. He's on his own too, much like I was. I decided I'm going to take him in. He's only nine years old, he needs a family. I'd like to think I could take care of him. Hell, I took care of my brother when he was just a little older, I think I am over-qualified to do the same for him. I got his hair cut short and got him cleaned up, you know, got him some new clothes and stuff, those rags weren't cutting it.
As a plus, he likes wrestling, even likes me! What more could you ask for in a kid? He's gonna have a blast coming to the shows and watching me. He can't wait for Hotter Than Hell, he said he hates Pain. This kid's a spitting image of me!
~Hey you boy think that you know what youre doing
You think that out in the streets is all free
Youre just another money-spinner tool
Youre just another fool~
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Date: Friday, July the Twenty-Seventh, 2007
Time: 9:43 AM
Location: Camisado's Locker Room
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The scene comes back into view, with Camisado in a familiar position: sleeping on his favorite coffee-colored, suede couch. Unlike usual, there is some foreign sound in the room, that of the television. Camden, awake with the roosters, had positioned himself in front of the flat-screen television posted up on the wall. He stared at the screen as he watched the Saturday Morning Cartoons, and at that moment, the only cartoon Cam even liked, Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends, was showing.
The sound, though rather soft, still awoke the once sleeping Camisado. He groaned and rolled over on the couch to face the television and Camden.
.¢|Camisado|¢|:.
Dude, are you serious? Foster's?
Camden turns around to face Camisado and simply nods his head up and down.
.¢|Camisado|¢|:.
Wait.. What time is it?
Camden points to the cable box beneath the television, which in green lettering, read "9:45". At the sight of this, Camisado once again groaned and rolled back over. Camden, now know the antics of the man that had took him in, simply smirked and snickered just a slight bit.
The sound, though rather soft, still awoke the once sleeping Camisado. He groaned and rolled over on the couch to face the television and Camden.
.
¢|Camisado|¢|:. Dude, are you serious? Foster's?
Camden turns around to face Camisado and simply nods his head up and down.
.
¢|Camisado|¢|:. Wait.. What time is it?
Camden points to the cable box beneath the television, which in green lettering, read "9:45". At the sight of this, Camisado once again groaned and rolled back over. Camden, now know the antics of the man that had took him in, simply smirked and snickered just a slight bit.
.¢|Camisado|¢|:.
It's pretty amazing how much this kid's affected me already. I mean, he's one more reason I want to beat Pain. This kid wants to see Pain lose, but more importantly, see me win. He hasn't seen me win in person just yet. The only match I've had since I met him was the one where Pain and Bradley Jackson beat Matthew Knox and myself, though it was Matt that tapped out. It was still unsatisfying knowing that I lost and Camden was out there watching. I want a win this weekend at Hotter Than Hell. But not just for Camden. Not just for my brother, Cicatrix. Nor my mentor and trainer, Knuckles. Not even for the FWF fans, who have always been my top priority, no.
I want to do this for myself. I want to beat Pain within an inch of his life and know that the things he's done to me were wrong and he's not gonna get away with it. This hatred that's built up inside of me is amazing. My methods aren't so pleasant and my reasonings aren't so conventional. Hell, I sure as hell ain't normal, but Pain, even after I beat you down and set you on fire and take your belt, you'll deal.
¢|Camisado|¢|:. It's pretty amazing how much this kid's affected me already. I mean, he's one more reason I want to beat Pain. This kid wants to see Pain lose, but more importantly, see me win. He hasn't seen me win in person just yet. The only match I've had since I met him was the one where Pain and Bradley Jackson beat Matthew Knox and myself, though it was Matt that tapped out. It was still unsatisfying knowing that I lost and Camden was out there watching. I want a win this weekend at Hotter Than Hell. But not just for Camden. Not just for my brother, Cicatrix. Nor my mentor and trainer, Knuckles. Not even for the FWF fans, who have always been my top priority, no.
I want to do this for myself. I want to beat Pain within an inch of his life and know that the things he's done to me were wrong and he's not gonna get away with it. This hatred that's built up inside of me is amazing. My methods aren't so pleasant and my reasonings aren't so conventional. Hell, I sure as hell ain't normal, but Pain, even after I beat you down and set you on fire and take your belt, you'll deal.
~You gotta
Fight from the inside
Attack from the rear
Fight from the inside
You cant win with your hands tied
Fight from the inside
Fight from the inside
Right down the line~
