Post by nbk on Jul 2, 2011 18:17:34 GMT -5
You were annoyed, very annoyed, with yourself and the entire world. You told yourself this would be temporary, you always felt this way after you had to take any time off, that this wasn't different to any other time, but damn it, your were really pissed. Of course this could have been due to the ferocity of the attack on your immune system that had made you lie in a darkened room for the entire week, you'd only rediscovered your appetite early on this week, obviously your entire body was still recovering, you shouldn't expect yourself to be jolly and cheerful.
But even by your own standards you were feeling more enraged than you could ever remember. This could be due to the previous factors, or it could well be because of a deep sense of self-loathing you felt in the pit of your relatively empty stomach. How could you have allowed this to happen to you now of all times, when your were finally making something decent out of this joke of a job. You weren't about to blame bacteria for this, it's not a virus' fault you haven't been taking care of yourself. After making such a great impression on your current peers at WrestleStock, you had really let yourself down, it was highly probable people felt you were an unreliable member of the crew, and it was all your fault. There is a good possibility that this was why you were in such a bad mood,.
Or it might have been your first assignment back. You'd think when someone was recovering from a debilitating illness that their employers would do all they can to help them have a smooth reintegration into their working life. If that employee had been experiencing dizziness and severe migraines you'd have thought they'd avoid placing them in dank, dark and surreal surroundings. When said employee had explained they were feeling more impatient than usual you'd have thought they would have also done their most to ensure his schedule was free of lunatics. Had the powers that be done this for you? Of course not.
You have just spent more time than you'd have liked filming the rantings of a madman, who from what you could make out thinks he is a comic book super villain, who was surrounded by the calibre of intellectually damaged people the Unified Global Wrestling Coalition is in a unique position to attract. The main attraction of what could possibly be an Asylum's resident Glee Club had spoke at length about his opponents for the week. He seemed to ascertain that a number of them suffered from mental deficiencies and confused thinking, and not a single soul pointed out this was coming from a man who permanently wears a fancy gimp mask.
You really couldn't make out much more than that, you were far too distracted by the assorted collection of miscreants that had been crammed into this small room. It was a sight a man recovering from a vicious and mind altering illness should not have been expected to be in the midst of. So now as you stumbled through the halls of the UGWC arena your head was spinning and pounding at the same time, it felt like your world had turned into a washing machine and that a dwarf was trying to mine his way out of your temples. Pissed was no longer the word...
And then, in front of you, was the last person you wanted to see right now, but inevitably, you set up the camera and tripod...
And start to roll.
The Natural Born Killer sits in the open door of a fire escape door, just outside the arena, his body leaning against the door, Chaos Title Belt draped over his shoulder, his left hand idly stroking it. His face his staring upwards being bathed in the sunlight that streams down, and for the first time in a long time his body barely twitches.
NBK's head turns, and despite his mask there is a sense of surprise as he notices the camera.
Welcome, welcome my friends...do join The Killer on this most wonderful of days. Isn't sunlight delightful? The way it can engulf you in it's glow, it reminds you of the warmth and safety of our earliest feelings...when their were no worries, no responsibilities...no regrets. Day's like these must be remembered and cherished, because The Killer knows they are few and far between...this feeling of tranquillity, the belief that much is right in the world...these are temporary follies....that always disperse with the wind.
But that is why, when the opportunity comes, we must ensure we seize all we can. Unfortunately for Enigma...he was unable to do just that two weeks ago, because he less of the puzzle he wishes he could be, and more the obvious problem everyone else sees. It is true, the screams felt he contributed to the best of his abilities to our dance, but he brought no challenge...no substance to the mind squatters.
The Screams though...they are content...or many of them may be on a vacation. The voices are still there, but softer and more reassuring than The Killer can remember. They have faith....that the treasure we have acquired will lead us to the dances of more tangible prey. Some will be treasure hunters, and of course we welcome them to the ballroom in our minds, but it is the other...by-product...of our current status...that keeps the screams content...
We seem to have finally broken away from the weak and distracted bottom dwellers we have suffered for so long...just the memories of Kyle Tacker...Medos...Paul Cockatoo...make The Screams cause me unrest...and threaten to ruin this splendid midsummer evening....but they do not panic, for they are able to look forward...to the dances that await us in our future...
Next Monday is a splendid feast for The Screams...they will erupt in ecstasy in the moments before they meet their prey. Once again we are honoured to invite Jet Somers to be our dance partner, for some time at least...a man who still fights his own inner passengers each and every day...but unlike The Killer that is not all he fights...his attention is split, he fights on multiple fronts...his own screams forcing him this way and that....stretching his own fragile consciousness to the very limits. His mind squatters have turned him into a whirlwind of unfocus and self-destruction...possibly the reasons why he is held in such acclaim as UGWC's first Chaos Champion...but the very reason he finds himself grasping for support...when he could have been standing atop the mountain...he refuses to choose...between the battle in his mind....his battle with authority....and his battle with the new generation...
The very same can be said of Gabrielle...it has been said by many that she fights her contradictory urges to be respected and to be a sexual icon....but she also fights with her heart and her ambitions. Her Screams are deep rooted....they have been with her since she first discovered her power over the opposite sex...they overwhelmed her and she has relied so long upon them, that now, when she chooses to fight, they have become entrenched, and her battle will be long...and draining. Can you see why The Screams are so content...in just two of our prey there is more potential than anything we have come across in our time in UGWC...and we haven't even covered Prince Rudo...
Even The Screams find it hard to get a read on this...specimen. Of all those in UGWC, The Killer and his own 'Inner Circle' do not consider Rudo to be Prey...we are curious...very curious. We can sense...no partners for The Screams to mingle and dance with...he appears to posses something we have never seen before, and never believed we would...his own mind. On Monday our curiosity will be no more, and we will know for sure if Prince Rudo is truly...The Mental Miracle he appears to be...
Do not be fooled though...The Screams may well be content today...but as we asserted much earlier...this is only a temporary state, by Monday they will torment The Killer like never before...even now they stir...because on Monday, The Killer cannot falter...he must prove his right to be amongst the prey he has sought for so...so long...he mustn't fail, I cannot fail...if The kilelr does not impress....if I do not take this opportunity...it will be back to the Tackers and Medos' of the world...and The Screams would never...let me forget...just like every other mistake....The killer has ever made...On Monday, the Natural Born Killer must be....The Most Dangerous Rumour You've Never Heard.
NBK turns from the camera and looks into the distance...and his head and neck stiffen up...and he climbs to his feet with speed.
A swarm of butterflies...I must frolic with them![/color]
With that he sprints off uncharacteristically, did we hear a giggle? The door starts to close, and the camera stops filming.
And you catch the door, fresh air and mid-evening sun might be just the ticket to clear your head after this insanity filled day. Besides, surely your less likely to bump into another lunatic out their than you are roaming the halls of UGWC, that's one lesson you can take from the day at least.
But even by your own standards you were feeling more enraged than you could ever remember. This could be due to the previous factors, or it could well be because of a deep sense of self-loathing you felt in the pit of your relatively empty stomach. How could you have allowed this to happen to you now of all times, when your were finally making something decent out of this joke of a job. You weren't about to blame bacteria for this, it's not a virus' fault you haven't been taking care of yourself. After making such a great impression on your current peers at WrestleStock, you had really let yourself down, it was highly probable people felt you were an unreliable member of the crew, and it was all your fault. There is a good possibility that this was why you were in such a bad mood,.
Or it might have been your first assignment back. You'd think when someone was recovering from a debilitating illness that their employers would do all they can to help them have a smooth reintegration into their working life. If that employee had been experiencing dizziness and severe migraines you'd have thought they'd avoid placing them in dank, dark and surreal surroundings. When said employee had explained they were feeling more impatient than usual you'd have thought they would have also done their most to ensure his schedule was free of lunatics. Had the powers that be done this for you? Of course not.
You have just spent more time than you'd have liked filming the rantings of a madman, who from what you could make out thinks he is a comic book super villain, who was surrounded by the calibre of intellectually damaged people the Unified Global Wrestling Coalition is in a unique position to attract. The main attraction of what could possibly be an Asylum's resident Glee Club had spoke at length about his opponents for the week. He seemed to ascertain that a number of them suffered from mental deficiencies and confused thinking, and not a single soul pointed out this was coming from a man who permanently wears a fancy gimp mask.
You really couldn't make out much more than that, you were far too distracted by the assorted collection of miscreants that had been crammed into this small room. It was a sight a man recovering from a vicious and mind altering illness should not have been expected to be in the midst of. So now as you stumbled through the halls of the UGWC arena your head was spinning and pounding at the same time, it felt like your world had turned into a washing machine and that a dwarf was trying to mine his way out of your temples. Pissed was no longer the word...
And then, in front of you, was the last person you wanted to see right now, but inevitably, you set up the camera and tripod...
And start to roll.
The Natural Born Killer sits in the open door of a fire escape door, just outside the arena, his body leaning against the door, Chaos Title Belt draped over his shoulder, his left hand idly stroking it. His face his staring upwards being bathed in the sunlight that streams down, and for the first time in a long time his body barely twitches.
NBK's head turns, and despite his mask there is a sense of surprise as he notices the camera.
Welcome, welcome my friends...do join The Killer on this most wonderful of days. Isn't sunlight delightful? The way it can engulf you in it's glow, it reminds you of the warmth and safety of our earliest feelings...when their were no worries, no responsibilities...no regrets. Day's like these must be remembered and cherished, because The Killer knows they are few and far between...this feeling of tranquillity, the belief that much is right in the world...these are temporary follies....that always disperse with the wind.
But that is why, when the opportunity comes, we must ensure we seize all we can. Unfortunately for Enigma...he was unable to do just that two weeks ago, because he less of the puzzle he wishes he could be, and more the obvious problem everyone else sees. It is true, the screams felt he contributed to the best of his abilities to our dance, but he brought no challenge...no substance to the mind squatters.
The Screams though...they are content...or many of them may be on a vacation. The voices are still there, but softer and more reassuring than The Killer can remember. They have faith....that the treasure we have acquired will lead us to the dances of more tangible prey. Some will be treasure hunters, and of course we welcome them to the ballroom in our minds, but it is the other...by-product...of our current status...that keeps the screams content...
We seem to have finally broken away from the weak and distracted bottom dwellers we have suffered for so long...just the memories of Kyle Tacker...Medos...Paul Cockatoo...make The Screams cause me unrest...and threaten to ruin this splendid midsummer evening....but they do not panic, for they are able to look forward...to the dances that await us in our future...
Next Monday is a splendid feast for The Screams...they will erupt in ecstasy in the moments before they meet their prey. Once again we are honoured to invite Jet Somers to be our dance partner, for some time at least...a man who still fights his own inner passengers each and every day...but unlike The Killer that is not all he fights...his attention is split, he fights on multiple fronts...his own screams forcing him this way and that....stretching his own fragile consciousness to the very limits. His mind squatters have turned him into a whirlwind of unfocus and self-destruction...possibly the reasons why he is held in such acclaim as UGWC's first Chaos Champion...but the very reason he finds himself grasping for support...when he could have been standing atop the mountain...he refuses to choose...between the battle in his mind....his battle with authority....and his battle with the new generation...
The very same can be said of Gabrielle...it has been said by many that she fights her contradictory urges to be respected and to be a sexual icon....but she also fights with her heart and her ambitions. Her Screams are deep rooted....they have been with her since she first discovered her power over the opposite sex...they overwhelmed her and she has relied so long upon them, that now, when she chooses to fight, they have become entrenched, and her battle will be long...and draining. Can you see why The Screams are so content...in just two of our prey there is more potential than anything we have come across in our time in UGWC...and we haven't even covered Prince Rudo...
Even The Screams find it hard to get a read on this...specimen. Of all those in UGWC, The Killer and his own 'Inner Circle' do not consider Rudo to be Prey...we are curious...very curious. We can sense...no partners for The Screams to mingle and dance with...he appears to posses something we have never seen before, and never believed we would...his own mind. On Monday our curiosity will be no more, and we will know for sure if Prince Rudo is truly...The Mental Miracle he appears to be...
Do not be fooled though...The Screams may well be content today...but as we asserted much earlier...this is only a temporary state, by Monday they will torment The Killer like never before...even now they stir...because on Monday, The Killer cannot falter...he must prove his right to be amongst the prey he has sought for so...so long...he mustn't fail, I cannot fail...if The kilelr does not impress....if I do not take this opportunity...it will be back to the Tackers and Medos' of the world...and The Screams would never...let me forget...just like every other mistake....The killer has ever made...On Monday, the Natural Born Killer must be....The Most Dangerous Rumour You've Never Heard.
NBK turns from the camera and looks into the distance...and his head and neck stiffen up...and he climbs to his feet with speed.
A swarm of butterflies...I must frolic with them![/color]
With that he sprints off uncharacteristically, did we hear a giggle? The door starts to close, and the camera stops filming.
And you catch the door, fresh air and mid-evening sun might be just the ticket to clear your head after this insanity filled day. Besides, surely your less likely to bump into another lunatic out their than you are roaming the halls of UGWC, that's one lesson you can take from the day at least.
