Post by Camisado on Jun 29, 2007 23:52:52 GMT -5
Key
Soliloquy
Speaking
Action
Camisado
Knuckles
Cicatrix
~Lyrics~
-Memory-
~All I've ever wanted was destiny to be fulfilled
It is in my hands, I must not fail, I must not fail~
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¢|Camisado|¢|:.
Despite the major mess of things I've been through lately, this couldn't have been the better time for Jealousy to come. I mean hell, I've come back to FWF only less than a month ago. And on top of that, I haven't lost yet since coming back. First, I beat Shawn Fuller to even make it to this thing, and what happened after that match, well, it's a thing of the past. All I have left of it is the scars, but they don't bother me any longer.
Then after that, I found my brother was still alive. Hell, all this time I was thinking he was dead, but he was in nothing more than a coma. He woke up, and he's back with me today. I'm glad to know I'm gonna have him and Knuckles by my side this weekend during the tournament, and my match with Ross Walker. At least then I won't have to worry about the damn wWo and all them, Fuller and whoever it is now, coming in and ruining me.
And then last Live-Wire, somehow I managed to beat Don Lepore in a Tables Match. How I managed that one is beyond even myself. I thought that was supposed to be Don's "thing". Hell, I must've been dead wrong. I guess that supposed "ring-rust" has already worn off. I'm feeling- and looking- better than ever. I guarantee it'll show during Jealousy.
I haven't been this confident in myself since, well, last Jealousy.. Where I came up short, lost in the semi-finals to the eventual winner, Dan "Dragon" Taylor. Despite my performance last year, I believe I've grown as a wrestler. I mean, I'm by far the quickest, fastest guy left in the tournament. I would consider myself one of the smartest, most sound technical wrestlers left as well, if not the top dog in that category. I know I may not be the strongest, but have I ever been the stronger wrestler in any of my matches? I think not. I'll live despite my lack of strength.
~I was scared but once I thought about, I let it go
Everything she said to me I guess I ought to know
We're all tired talk when it comes to shove
Put up, put out or stay at home~
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Date: Saturday, June the Ninth, 2007
Time: 7:05 PM
Location: Somewhere in Louisville, Kentucky
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An amazing chill overcame the uninsulated chamber, causing the one body that shouldn't be lying there to shiver in it's deep sleep. His mind, after nearly nine months, had finally decided to awaken once again. A deep breath of air was seemingly shoved down his throat and into his tired lungs, forcing a disturbance deep down inside him. Finally coming to consciousness, his eyes came open and he repeatedly blinked. From the vision he was receiving, his mind could not process exactly where he might be, this was a new place to him.
The room was extremely dark, though that was not any problem as there was not much to make out of the room anyways. It was simply a cemented box room, nothing more. As he looked beneath him, terror struck in his eyes as he realized where he was. Underneath him was a terrible pile of dead, corroding bodies. He shrieked to the best of his abilities and jump down off the pile. You could say he was, well, "Scared to death".
He scampered down the lone corridor leading away from the large, menacing chamber, his wet footsteps echoing off the stone.
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Despite the horrid weather, the rain pouring down from the sky atop his head, he still managed to make a run, all the way across the city to an old friend's house. He carefully stepped across the small garden and the cobblestone pathway that led up to the cherry-oak front door. Once he was there, he banged the golden fixture near the top half of the door, and he did it three times, just enough to be noticed, but not too many times so that he sounded obnoxious.
After a few more long, cold moments in the rain, the door opened and a warm, hearty face appeared from behind it. At first, his face was warm, cheerful, and welcoming. It soon turned suprised, though still very much cheerful and excited. He quickly embraced the young man that stood outside before him, soon pulling him inside the house, picking up a red and blue stitched blanket that lay on the faded, blue couch in the living room and throwing it around Cicatrix and wrapping it around his cold, damp body.
.↑|Knuckles|↑|:.
I.. I.. We thought you were dead..
.«|Cicatrix|»|:.
Well, I'm not.. I'm here..
.↑|Knuckles|↑|:.
Yeah, I see that.. And I couldn't be happier.[/b][/color]
An extremely wide smile engulfs Knuckles' face as he set Cicatrix down on the couch, seven feet or so away from the large, free-standing big-screen television that had just flipped from the regular televised programming to an advert for the Fantasy Wrestling Federation, FWF. It showed many different clips from the past few weeks of superstars of many wrestlers that he recognized as Pain, the Devil, Don Lepore, James Bohne, Gangsta Mak, Ernest Bethea, "The" Ross Walker, and a man he didn't expect to see in FWF, Jackson. He also saw many men that he did not recognize at all. This group included wrestlers such as Couch Potato, David Saul, Sah'ta Thor, Prozac, El Mundo, and many others.
.«|Cicatrix|»|:.
What..? What the hell is this? It's Jealousy four? It can't be yet! That means it's summer of two-thousand seven!
.↑|Knuckles|↑|:.
That it is, my boy.
.«|Cicatrix|»|:.
No! That can't be, it's supposed to be two-thousand six still!
.↑|Knuckles|↑|:.
We thought you've been dead for nine months now..[/b][/color]
Cicatrix throws the blanket of to the side of the couch and stands up. He began to pace across the room, trying to make sense of this situation.
.«|Cicatrix|»|:.
So you mean to tell me I've been sleeping for NINE MONTHS now? Where's my brother, he's gotta know! I gotta see him!
.↑|Knuckles|↑|:.
Don't worry about him right now, we'll call him in the morning. For now, go get in the shower and warm yourself up. You've got some old clothes in your old room. Get some rest.[/b][/color]
As he says this, the scene fades to black.
.«|Cicatrix|»|:.
I don't know what to think of everything I'm going through right now. I mean hell, I walk up to Knuckles house and I find out I've been dead for nine months! Do you know how much I've missed! I mean, I don't even know what Cam's been up to since then. I don't know what's gone on at all. It's just all one crazy mess in this god damn story they call my life. It's been utter shit this whole damn time. I hope those gods up there in heaven are having a whole hell of a lot of fun toying with me and my friends.
And on top of that, I don't know what all my wrestling fans have thought about my death. I don't even know what's gonna happen when they find out I'm still alive! Regardless, I need to get back into wrestling as soon as possible. I wonder what Cam will be able to do about that, I mean, he's headlining Jealousy from what I've seen, so he can't be doing too bad for himself up there in FWF, one of the greatest companies in the world. I just hope he takes this well.
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.¢|Camisado|¢|:.
I don't know what to think of everything I'm going through right now. I mean, my brother's alive, he was never dead in the first place. You can't ever understand how excited that's made me. I think even knowing he's still alive and he's there with me, along with Knuckles, has even boosted my performance in the ring. I think it's rejuvenated me, I've got a newfound sense of confidence in the ring, no matter who my opponent is. If you saw me beat Don Lepore last week in that Tables Match, you'd understand where I'm coming from.
It's also giving me some extra security knowing I don't have to be paranoid about the wWo and everyone else coming behind me during my most important matches and ruining them for me. It's nice to know I've got some people who have my back again. I haven't had security like this since I was with X-ecutioner, the Dawg, and.. and.. Nerina.
Soliloquy
Speaking
Action
Camisado
Knuckles
Cicatrix
~Lyrics~
-Memory-
~All I've ever wanted was destiny to be fulfilled
It is in my hands, I must not fail, I must not fail~
.
¢|Camisado|¢|:.Despite the major mess of things I've been through lately, this couldn't have been the better time for Jealousy to come. I mean hell, I've come back to FWF only less than a month ago. And on top of that, I haven't lost yet since coming back. First, I beat Shawn Fuller to even make it to this thing, and what happened after that match, well, it's a thing of the past. All I have left of it is the scars, but they don't bother me any longer.
Then after that, I found my brother was still alive. Hell, all this time I was thinking he was dead, but he was in nothing more than a coma. He woke up, and he's back with me today. I'm glad to know I'm gonna have him and Knuckles by my side this weekend during the tournament, and my match with Ross Walker. At least then I won't have to worry about the damn wWo and all them, Fuller and whoever it is now, coming in and ruining me.
And then last Live-Wire, somehow I managed to beat Don Lepore in a Tables Match. How I managed that one is beyond even myself. I thought that was supposed to be Don's "thing". Hell, I must've been dead wrong. I guess that supposed "ring-rust" has already worn off. I'm feeling- and looking- better than ever. I guarantee it'll show during Jealousy.
I haven't been this confident in myself since, well, last Jealousy.. Where I came up short, lost in the semi-finals to the eventual winner, Dan "Dragon" Taylor. Despite my performance last year, I believe I've grown as a wrestler. I mean, I'm by far the quickest, fastest guy left in the tournament. I would consider myself one of the smartest, most sound technical wrestlers left as well, if not the top dog in that category. I know I may not be the strongest, but have I ever been the stronger wrestler in any of my matches? I think not. I'll live despite my lack of strength.
~I was scared but once I thought about, I let it go
Everything she said to me I guess I ought to know
We're all tired talk when it comes to shove
Put up, put out or stay at home~
_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
Date: Saturday, June the Ninth, 2007
Time: 7:05 PM
Location: Somewhere in Louisville, Kentucky
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
An amazing chill overcame the uninsulated chamber, causing the one body that shouldn't be lying there to shiver in it's deep sleep. His mind, after nearly nine months, had finally decided to awaken once again. A deep breath of air was seemingly shoved down his throat and into his tired lungs, forcing a disturbance deep down inside him. Finally coming to consciousness, his eyes came open and he repeatedly blinked. From the vision he was receiving, his mind could not process exactly where he might be, this was a new place to him.
The room was extremely dark, though that was not any problem as there was not much to make out of the room anyways. It was simply a cemented box room, nothing more. As he looked beneath him, terror struck in his eyes as he realized where he was. Underneath him was a terrible pile of dead, corroding bodies. He shrieked to the best of his abilities and jump down off the pile. You could say he was, well, "Scared to death".
He scampered down the lone corridor leading away from the large, menacing chamber, his wet footsteps echoing off the stone.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
Despite the horrid weather, the rain pouring down from the sky atop his head, he still managed to make a run, all the way across the city to an old friend's house. He carefully stepped across the small garden and the cobblestone pathway that led up to the cherry-oak front door. Once he was there, he banged the golden fixture near the top half of the door, and he did it three times, just enough to be noticed, but not too many times so that he sounded obnoxious.
After a few more long, cold moments in the rain, the door opened and a warm, hearty face appeared from behind it. At first, his face was warm, cheerful, and welcoming. It soon turned suprised, though still very much cheerful and excited. He quickly embraced the young man that stood outside before him, soon pulling him inside the house, picking up a red and blue stitched blanket that lay on the faded, blue couch in the living room and throwing it around Cicatrix and wrapping it around his cold, damp body.
.
↑|Knuckles|↑|:. I.. I.. We thought you were dead..
.
«|Cicatrix|»|:. Well, I'm not.. I'm here..
.
↑|Knuckles|↑|:. Yeah, I see that.. And I couldn't be happier.[/b][/color]
An extremely wide smile engulfs Knuckles' face as he set Cicatrix down on the couch, seven feet or so away from the large, free-standing big-screen television that had just flipped from the regular televised programming to an advert for the Fantasy Wrestling Federation, FWF. It showed many different clips from the past few weeks of superstars of many wrestlers that he recognized as Pain, the Devil, Don Lepore, James Bohne, Gangsta Mak, Ernest Bethea, "The" Ross Walker, and a man he didn't expect to see in FWF, Jackson. He also saw many men that he did not recognize at all. This group included wrestlers such as Couch Potato, David Saul, Sah'ta Thor, Prozac, El Mundo, and many others.
.
«|Cicatrix|»|:. What..? What the hell is this? It's Jealousy four? It can't be yet! That means it's summer of two-thousand seven!
.
↑|Knuckles|↑|:. That it is, my boy.
.
«|Cicatrix|»|:. No! That can't be, it's supposed to be two-thousand six still!
.
↑|Knuckles|↑|:. We thought you've been dead for nine months now..[/b][/color]
Cicatrix throws the blanket of to the side of the couch and stands up. He began to pace across the room, trying to make sense of this situation.
.
«|Cicatrix|»|:. So you mean to tell me I've been sleeping for NINE MONTHS now? Where's my brother, he's gotta know! I gotta see him!
.
↑|Knuckles|↑|:. Don't worry about him right now, we'll call him in the morning. For now, go get in the shower and warm yourself up. You've got some old clothes in your old room. Get some rest.[/b][/color]
As he says this, the scene fades to black.
.
«|Cicatrix|»|:.I don't know what to think of everything I'm going through right now. I mean hell, I walk up to Knuckles house and I find out I've been dead for nine months! Do you know how much I've missed! I mean, I don't even know what Cam's been up to since then. I don't know what's gone on at all. It's just all one crazy mess in this god damn story they call my life. It's been utter shit this whole damn time. I hope those gods up there in heaven are having a whole hell of a lot of fun toying with me and my friends.
And on top of that, I don't know what all my wrestling fans have thought about my death. I don't even know what's gonna happen when they find out I'm still alive! Regardless, I need to get back into wrestling as soon as possible. I wonder what Cam will be able to do about that, I mean, he's headlining Jealousy from what I've seen, so he can't be doing too bad for himself up there in FWF, one of the greatest companies in the world. I just hope he takes this well.
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¢|Camisado|¢|:.I don't know what to think of everything I'm going through right now. I mean, my brother's alive, he was never dead in the first place. You can't ever understand how excited that's made me. I think even knowing he's still alive and he's there with me, along with Knuckles, has even boosted my performance in the ring. I think it's rejuvenated me, I've got a newfound sense of confidence in the ring, no matter who my opponent is. If you saw me beat Don Lepore last week in that Tables Match, you'd understand where I'm coming from.
It's also giving me some extra security knowing I don't have to be paranoid about the wWo and everyone else coming behind me during my most important matches and ruining them for me. It's nice to know I've got some people who have my back again. I haven't had security like this since I was with X-ecutioner, the Dawg, and.. and.. Nerina.
