Post by Grave Digger on Jun 19, 2012 23:26:51 GMT -6
[It’s summer, and it’s night time, but make no mistake: The air is hot and dry, even in the woods like this. Yes, a small camp fire in the woods is the scene as the man they call Grave Digger sits on a log, with his face buried in his arms, rocking back and forth. When he looks up, the flames illuminate his already red mask. He’s seen shivering as the puts his jacket on.]
Grave Digger: I’m sorry Crysis, I’m sorry Cyanide… But where I’m going this Sunday, I need to be alone.[/color]
[Grave Digger reaches into his jacket and pulls out old wrinkled up papers. They look like flyers but for what? As the camera zooms in we see him press a button his portable music player. There’s no headphones attached so anyone in the woods can hear it, however, it’s doubtful that anyone is nearby. This place looks secluded.]
Grave Digger: My old friend, Stardust. It’s a shame we aren’t friends any more. You were truly one of a kind. But I have to ask “How come.” How come things went so wrong? How come we don't even talk no more? And you don't even call no more? We don't barely keep in touch at all? After all the years we been down? Ain't no way no how, this bullshit can't be true… We family and ain't a damn thing changed, unless it's you…[/color]
[Grave Digger hums along to the rap music on his stereo. An odd choice for such a hardcore figure, but perhaps it has a deeper meaning. He reveals the flyer in his hand, and it’s an advertisement for “Full Intensity Wrestling” but it looks very aged.]
Now I feel the vibe I just can’t describe it
As much as your pride tries to hide it
Your cold, you touch it’s like ice
In your eyes is the look of resentment
I can sense it, and I don't like it
Grave Digger:[/color] *Chuckles* June 02, 1997, come see the main event Full Intensity Wrestling, blah, blah… Let’s see… Ohh here we are!! The goofy guy with the doofy pony tail and the goofy guy with the goofy mask…! Hmmm… “Stardsut vs Gravedigger”. Ohh man, they really cared about us in our debut match. They made sure to typo both of our names and put us out in front of that drunk crowd first. Did we have any idea what we’d get ourselves into? No, but we had a dream and we lived it. Soon it was time for bigger and better things.
[Grave Digger takes the over 15 year old flyer, crumples it into a ball, and tosses it into the flames without looking back He reaches into his pocket and pulls out one more flyer, this one is in slightly better condition and it says “Carnage Wrestling”.]
But I am really you friend, I'm just trying to tell you the truth
But don't hate the game or the player
'cause the one that is changing is you
Grave Digger: Yes, Carnage Wrestling! Moving on up! Come see the big monster team up with the show stealer in a tag team match with no disqualifications!! Ohh great memories my friend!! We really made a name for ourselves as a tag team back in… “2001”. But you and I both know where the fun really happened.[/color]
[Grave Digger pulls out another Flyer as he lets this one float away with the wind and into the raging flames. The last flyer says “FCW” in big bold letters, but he doesn’t quite show it off as the screen abruptly switches to a dead battery logo.]
I be the hatred in your eyes and the Satan in your lives
And wasting my times with these snakes in disguise
(how come) when you talk it’s with bitter and spite
And (how come) it's my fault for what you did with your life
And everytime I go to hear you and play you look away
We barely embrace, you can't even look me in my face.
How come it ends like this, Stardust?
Grave Digger: I’m sorry Crysis, I’m sorry Cyanide… But where I’m going this Sunday, I need to be alone.[/color]
[Grave Digger reaches into his jacket and pulls out old wrinkled up papers. They look like flyers but for what? As the camera zooms in we see him press a button his portable music player. There’s no headphones attached so anyone in the woods can hear it, however, it’s doubtful that anyone is nearby. This place looks secluded.]
Grave Digger: My old friend, Stardust. It’s a shame we aren’t friends any more. You were truly one of a kind. But I have to ask “How come.” How come things went so wrong? How come we don't even talk no more? And you don't even call no more? We don't barely keep in touch at all? After all the years we been down? Ain't no way no how, this bullshit can't be true… We family and ain't a damn thing changed, unless it's you…[/color]
[Grave Digger hums along to the rap music on his stereo. An odd choice for such a hardcore figure, but perhaps it has a deeper meaning. He reveals the flyer in his hand, and it’s an advertisement for “Full Intensity Wrestling” but it looks very aged.]
Now I feel the vibe I just can’t describe it
As much as your pride tries to hide it
Your cold, you touch it’s like ice
In your eyes is the look of resentment
I can sense it, and I don't like it
Grave Digger:[/color] *Chuckles* June 02, 1997, come see the main event Full Intensity Wrestling, blah, blah… Let’s see… Ohh here we are!! The goofy guy with the doofy pony tail and the goofy guy with the goofy mask…! Hmmm… “Stardsut vs Gravedigger”. Ohh man, they really cared about us in our debut match. They made sure to typo both of our names and put us out in front of that drunk crowd first. Did we have any idea what we’d get ourselves into? No, but we had a dream and we lived it. Soon it was time for bigger and better things.
[Grave Digger takes the over 15 year old flyer, crumples it into a ball, and tosses it into the flames without looking back He reaches into his pocket and pulls out one more flyer, this one is in slightly better condition and it says “Carnage Wrestling”.]
But I am really you friend, I'm just trying to tell you the truth
But don't hate the game or the player
'cause the one that is changing is you
Grave Digger: Yes, Carnage Wrestling! Moving on up! Come see the big monster team up with the show stealer in a tag team match with no disqualifications!! Ohh great memories my friend!! We really made a name for ourselves as a tag team back in… “2001”. But you and I both know where the fun really happened.[/color]
[Grave Digger pulls out another Flyer as he lets this one float away with the wind and into the raging flames. The last flyer says “FCW” in big bold letters, but he doesn’t quite show it off as the screen abruptly switches to a dead battery logo.]
I be the hatred in your eyes and the Satan in your lives
And wasting my times with these snakes in disguise
(how come) when you talk it’s with bitter and spite
And (how come) it's my fault for what you did with your life
And everytime I go to hear you and play you look away
We barely embrace, you can't even look me in my face.
How come it ends like this, Stardust?
