Post by andysavana on Jul 8, 2010 19:52:44 GMT -5
Have you ever had the same dream twice? If it is a dream that brought pleasure then you are being teased by the subconscious of your mind.
Have you ever had the same nightmare twice? Then you are being tortured by your subconscious.
Which one is worse? Would you rather know that what it is you are feeling isn’t real no matter how much you want it to be real? That or would you rather know that your subconscious is plagued with something worse than a virus of the thoughts…
I’ve been through worse.
I’ve lived through the same dream multiple times and I’ve experienced the same nightmare twice.
I have risen to the occasion in GIW and fought for gold but I failed. I put up a fight but the end result was nothing but failure. On this day where I go out and in order to fight for another championship, I must prove myself in victory against Brits, I sometimes question whether the same dream is just happening a second time. The chance to etch myself into history….
A true nightmare leaves you a different person than you were before you experienced the nightmare. It usually reveals something about who you are and what it is that is going on in your mind. So when I lost to Randy Boolzian…I floundered…I fail from where I was in the world and I quickly hit rock bottom. Nothing over the next course of the year or two would ever bring me back up. Nothing really could.
“Savana, wake up.”
No.
“Wake up, now we got things to do.”
Go deal with that shit without me, Declan. I’m tired. My ass still hurts from those fuckin’ Brits attacking me. Luckily, you managed to take your mouth off of your own ass and come out to help before I was stuck like this.
“If that’s the way you see it…”
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The sun is high in the sky and nothing of interest is really happening during the lunch hour in LA, California. Savana stands under the shade of a tree in a park as he sips on a drink from 7-11. Cars pass by and kids look at him through the window with wide-eyes as he winks them off into the sunset.
: Hello there…
Savana’s eyes widen at the very sound of beauty. He almost chokes on the liquid in his mouth as he turns to see the woman who has been missing from his life for almost a year.
Savana: Beauty…
Beauty: Andrew…
Savana and Beauty are sitting on the ledge of a building as Savana nervously sips in drinks. Beauty looks over to him with a healthier stare than when we last remember her.
Beauty: Have you tried calling him?
Savana: No…
Beauty: Have you gone back to the apartment and seen if he was home yet?
Savana: No….
Beauty: Andrew, this is just like you. You and him finally team back up for the first time in a long time and you on and make him angry that he leaves. You didn’t even bother to get it out of the way when you and he were taking on The Brit’s in singles matches. Subconsciously you just love to mess things up at the wrong time.
Savana: It’s the right time if you’re British. I don’t know…what sucks most is I don’t even know what I meant when I told him that. It’s just…it’s too good to be true. There is no way on earth that me and him are doing this good with our careers. Him again…and me for the first time. I have never won two matches in a row in GIW or UGWC. Never….I think I’ve won four matches in a row.
Beauty: I don’t really see why you can’t just look at it in a positive manner and say, “Hey, maybe this is the turnaround that I always said would happen. I need to stop making excuses.”
Savana: I don’t really have an excuse for why I told him that…even if I’m afraid of it all falling apart I don’t know what to do…or say…
Beauty: Hey, Declan has changed himself as well. He probably sits around worrying about all the things he has already done. That’s worse because he can’t go back and fix all of those things. You can avoid doing things you’ll regret…at this moment, he probably envies how you can sit around and not think about the past.
Savana: I’ve done horrible things in the past too. I can’t regret them though…
Beauty: And don’t, because if both members of a tag team keep looking behind them, they’ll trip at what’s in front of them.
Savana looks up to Beauty with a smile as the sun starts to set behind her.
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Declan is standing at a counter in the apartment as Savana enters through the front door. Awkwardness fills the room for a second before Savana breaks the tension and smirks.
Declan: Something funny happen?
Savana: I saw Beauty today…she’s doing a lot better since we left her.
Declan: Good to hear…
Savana’s attempt to not be awkward failing miserably once again leaves them staring at the ground with nothing to say to each other. Declan bites his tongue before simply turning and going to leave.
Savana: Wait! Declan, I’m sorry.
Declan: That’s interesting.
Savana: I’m serious. It’s bullshit that I always do this…not just to you but everybody else. I always complicate shit by bringing up things that for the most part aren’t even real. Just parts in the back of my mind…
Declan: I already told you it wasn’t a mystery why you couldn’t succeed past beating Jensen and Dylan in a handicap match.
Savana chuckles as Declan lets out a small smile as well. Savana continues to easing of tension by running his tongue against his bottom lip and finally looking Declan in the eye.
Savana: Hypothetical question; what if we don’t get voted into the Cooperative Championship match?
Declan: After your succession of victories and our upcoming one against Royal First Battalion…who cares? Whether we beat Tyvola and Roberts one week or two weeks later it won’t make a difference.
Savana: It means a lot more if we beat them at the pay per view…to me at least.
Declan leans back and examines Savana closely.
Declan: At least now you’re being petty about things that can lead to something.
Savana smirks but is interrupted by a knock on the door. Savana goes to answer the door with Declan following close behind. The door opens but the person is not revealed, only the reaction.
Savana/Declan: Oh no….
Have you ever had the same nightmare twice? Then you are being tortured by your subconscious.
Which one is worse? Would you rather know that what it is you are feeling isn’t real no matter how much you want it to be real? That or would you rather know that your subconscious is plagued with something worse than a virus of the thoughts…
I’ve been through worse.
I’ve lived through the same dream multiple times and I’ve experienced the same nightmare twice.
I have risen to the occasion in GIW and fought for gold but I failed. I put up a fight but the end result was nothing but failure. On this day where I go out and in order to fight for another championship, I must prove myself in victory against Brits, I sometimes question whether the same dream is just happening a second time. The chance to etch myself into history….
A true nightmare leaves you a different person than you were before you experienced the nightmare. It usually reveals something about who you are and what it is that is going on in your mind. So when I lost to Randy Boolzian…I floundered…I fail from where I was in the world and I quickly hit rock bottom. Nothing over the next course of the year or two would ever bring me back up. Nothing really could.
“Savana, wake up.”
No.
“Wake up, now we got things to do.”
Go deal with that shit without me, Declan. I’m tired. My ass still hurts from those fuckin’ Brits attacking me. Luckily, you managed to take your mouth off of your own ass and come out to help before I was stuck like this.
“If that’s the way you see it…”
**************************************************
The sun is high in the sky and nothing of interest is really happening during the lunch hour in LA, California. Savana stands under the shade of a tree in a park as he sips on a drink from 7-11. Cars pass by and kids look at him through the window with wide-eyes as he winks them off into the sunset.
: Hello there…Savana’s eyes widen at the very sound of beauty. He almost chokes on the liquid in his mouth as he turns to see the woman who has been missing from his life for almost a year.
Savana: Beauty…
Beauty: Andrew…
Savana and Beauty are sitting on the ledge of a building as Savana nervously sips in drinks. Beauty looks over to him with a healthier stare than when we last remember her.
Beauty: Have you tried calling him?
Savana: No…
Beauty: Have you gone back to the apartment and seen if he was home yet?
Savana: No….
Beauty: Andrew, this is just like you. You and him finally team back up for the first time in a long time and you on and make him angry that he leaves. You didn’t even bother to get it out of the way when you and he were taking on The Brit’s in singles matches. Subconsciously you just love to mess things up at the wrong time.
Savana: It’s the right time if you’re British. I don’t know…what sucks most is I don’t even know what I meant when I told him that. It’s just…it’s too good to be true. There is no way on earth that me and him are doing this good with our careers. Him again…and me for the first time. I have never won two matches in a row in GIW or UGWC. Never….I think I’ve won four matches in a row.
Beauty: I don’t really see why you can’t just look at it in a positive manner and say, “Hey, maybe this is the turnaround that I always said would happen. I need to stop making excuses.”
Savana: I don’t really have an excuse for why I told him that…even if I’m afraid of it all falling apart I don’t know what to do…or say…
Beauty: Hey, Declan has changed himself as well. He probably sits around worrying about all the things he has already done. That’s worse because he can’t go back and fix all of those things. You can avoid doing things you’ll regret…at this moment, he probably envies how you can sit around and not think about the past.
Savana: I’ve done horrible things in the past too. I can’t regret them though…
Beauty: And don’t, because if both members of a tag team keep looking behind them, they’ll trip at what’s in front of them.
Savana looks up to Beauty with a smile as the sun starts to set behind her.
***************************************
Declan is standing at a counter in the apartment as Savana enters through the front door. Awkwardness fills the room for a second before Savana breaks the tension and smirks.
Declan: Something funny happen?
Savana: I saw Beauty today…she’s doing a lot better since we left her.
Declan: Good to hear…
Savana’s attempt to not be awkward failing miserably once again leaves them staring at the ground with nothing to say to each other. Declan bites his tongue before simply turning and going to leave.
Savana: Wait! Declan, I’m sorry.
Declan: That’s interesting.
Savana: I’m serious. It’s bullshit that I always do this…not just to you but everybody else. I always complicate shit by bringing up things that for the most part aren’t even real. Just parts in the back of my mind…
Declan: I already told you it wasn’t a mystery why you couldn’t succeed past beating Jensen and Dylan in a handicap match.
Savana chuckles as Declan lets out a small smile as well. Savana continues to easing of tension by running his tongue against his bottom lip and finally looking Declan in the eye.
Savana: Hypothetical question; what if we don’t get voted into the Cooperative Championship match?
Declan: After your succession of victories and our upcoming one against Royal First Battalion…who cares? Whether we beat Tyvola and Roberts one week or two weeks later it won’t make a difference.
Savana: It means a lot more if we beat them at the pay per view…to me at least.
Declan leans back and examines Savana closely.
Declan: At least now you’re being petty about things that can lead to something.
Savana smirks but is interrupted by a knock on the door. Savana goes to answer the door with Declan following close behind. The door opens but the person is not revealed, only the reaction.
Savana/Declan: Oh no….
