Post by nbk on Apr 7, 2011 9:43:33 GMT -5
As you left the arena in search of today's shoot, you couldn't help consider it had been a bad week, since your last assignment with NBK you'd had to deal with the worlds worst head cold, coupled with your own self-loathing generated by where you found yourself in life. Luckily, after you had finished recording the show, and got home for some well earned rest, your health had recovered, but not your pride.
You can't get the ramifications of this past week out of your head. As ever the shooting of in-ring action was a welcome and fresh challenge, but this industry, and this company in particular, throws surprises at you from unimaginable places. If talking Penguins were not enough to make you contemplate your decision in joining this circus, the fact you were moments away from filming a man who looks like an extra from the upcoming Hobbit movie, shave the genital region of a female entertainer. This wasn't the kind of bush you had imagined yourself recording for posterity.
And to make it worse, in today's production meeting you found out you have been assigned to The Natural Born Killer indefinitely. This was something they told you, you should be proud of, apparently no-one has ever got such a clear recording of this individual outside of a ring, and your work was exemplary. This didn't make you feel any better, despite all the mythos surrounding this man, he was still a nobody in UGWC, and if you are going to make your mark in the world of cinematography whilst in this joke of a job, you needed to be working with the guys at the top.
You can see the possibilities clearly, despite this companies limitations and your own misgivings, there is potential to do something different. You could follow the former World Champion as he moves ever closer to a full psychotic break down, framing his ever decreasing sense of reality with aplomb. Or you could bring a fresh look to the current World Champions talk show format.
However, you are stuck indefinitely with this delusional, mentally unstable, nobody and no matter what you do, however ground breaking or breath taking, it won't be noticed. And as you consider how long the hunt will take today, you realise that once again the pressure has returned to your head, and another headache is coming on. Apparently you had not recovered as much as you thought.
As you exit through the back of the Arena, your first bit of good luck since starting in UGWC sits before you, this week there will be no searching, for The Natural born Killer has come to you. You quickly set the tripod up, steady your equipment, and start to roll.
NBK is sat upon the top of a car, gripping the aerial and furiously scratching it against his temple, as if trying to burrow into his own skull with it. When he realises the camera is rolling, he releases the aerial and begins to speak.
In recent times, some have felt it suitable to question...the motives of...The Killer. In doing so they...have already misunderstood what I fought with The Screams...to communicate last week. Many will say...all that was taken from Synergy was defeat for The Killer...that I paid the price....for bearing my attentions on Chris Peterson. To suggest this...confirms the need for clarification.
I am not driven by the glory....the win...the purse...it is not my attention I give myself over to...but that of The Screams...they are my master...not the sport. If you knew The Screams...if you were to live with them as I do...every minute of every day, you too would understand the urge to silence them....to make them content is the only way to experience the calm. They wish to be silenced...because the only way to silence them....is with The Screams of another. If anyone understood...this at all...they would not question why The Natural Born Killer seemed...only interested in Chris Peterson and not Medos.
They would know....that the Screams of Chris Peterson were far more....nourishing, than those of Medos. Medos has....his fair share for The Killer's to dance with but they...surround his inadequacies...and numerous failures in his career...The tenants in my head find that...normal...and though we would not usually disregard such an opportunity to Dance...the offerings on display from Chris Peterson...were too...irresistible to us. Whilst Medos....waged war with his mind squatters regarding this industry....Peterson struggled with a conflict that has waged for centuries...his Inner Cries of Anguish born from ideals that are commonplace...in this day an age, but not so long ago...were just a dream...for his descendants. His Screams are personal...and at the same...time cultural...they drive to the very core of who he is. Medos' were comparable...to that of a man who has been passed over for promotion...if The Screams wanted that....The Killer would return to the back alleys around bars and nightclubs...Chris Peterson presented more.
If....if...you had been there....as my Screams collided with those of Chris Peterson...and had marvelled as they mingled and danced with one another....and felt the peace as it washed over you....and remained for upwards of ten minutes...you would not consider...you had lost a thing.
This meeting with Chris Peterson early on....in my stay...may have bore false optimism for my Masters...they become excitable very easily...but they also become more demanding....when what they expect is not delivered. They may expect the same calibre of...waltz...each week. This week...may provide us with a better idea of what awaits us...over the coming months...as we dwell with the underbelly of UGWC.
Chris Peterson and Medos...The Screams have already acquainted themselves with...but it remains to be seen if the other...prey...can pique the interests of my ever present friends. This....Paul Cockatoo...may indeed...find himself with some tango partners for his Screams...ones that relate to abuse of power...position and narcotics by the elders....of his life. I suspect those very expressions do battle....with others that were born from his own rise from poverty...to a lifestyle not afforded to many others. These are just hopes though...until we see....and feel....how his own anguish and pride has developed...we shall not know for certain whether Paul Cockatoo is a desirable dance partner.
Kyle Tacker's potential...excites them...trained in violence to the point that it cost him his future...when it spilled over. His life then relied on those same furies....to keep him alive, fed and sheltered...this love of the violence...led him to turn his back when his old future presented itself once more. This violence could be the effects of powerful inhabitants of his mind...but could also be the result of some form of brain damage...
Finally there is Enigma...a name that promises so, so much...but I fear, for The Screams, it will deliver next to nothing. It seems this Enigma's entire...being is derived from the industry in which he finds himself. His notable history seems only to relate to the happenings....in the squared circle. As I have already made clear....whilst these achievements may be laudable...I care not about his skills, his technique or his energy...all we care about is what...Enigma....can bring to the dance. Is he the conundrum his name promises, will he test the Screams as they dance...or is the name just something that worked in the....industry?
The only thing that is certain...is that each and every one of The Natural Born Killers...prey...have Screams to dance with...some less nourishing....but all will have the chance to dance with The Killer's...and when it finally happens to you...you'll know for certain....that The Natural Born Killer...is the most dangerous rumour....you've never heard.[/color]
The camera turns itself off and NBK disappears from view.
'Thank God that's over' you think to yourself. Watching NBK struggle with himself to complete a sentence is an unexpected endurance exercise, and you are thankful it is not you that has to sit in the editing suite and attempt to make his ramblings coherent for airing. If you had to actually think about what he was saying, this irritating headache would no doubt develop into a full size migraine at best, or an instant aneurysm at worst. Either way, your job here was done, maybe you should go back in and see if they need an extra hand on Gabrielle's next promo?
You can't get the ramifications of this past week out of your head. As ever the shooting of in-ring action was a welcome and fresh challenge, but this industry, and this company in particular, throws surprises at you from unimaginable places. If talking Penguins were not enough to make you contemplate your decision in joining this circus, the fact you were moments away from filming a man who looks like an extra from the upcoming Hobbit movie, shave the genital region of a female entertainer. This wasn't the kind of bush you had imagined yourself recording for posterity.
And to make it worse, in today's production meeting you found out you have been assigned to The Natural Born Killer indefinitely. This was something they told you, you should be proud of, apparently no-one has ever got such a clear recording of this individual outside of a ring, and your work was exemplary. This didn't make you feel any better, despite all the mythos surrounding this man, he was still a nobody in UGWC, and if you are going to make your mark in the world of cinematography whilst in this joke of a job, you needed to be working with the guys at the top.
You can see the possibilities clearly, despite this companies limitations and your own misgivings, there is potential to do something different. You could follow the former World Champion as he moves ever closer to a full psychotic break down, framing his ever decreasing sense of reality with aplomb. Or you could bring a fresh look to the current World Champions talk show format.
However, you are stuck indefinitely with this delusional, mentally unstable, nobody and no matter what you do, however ground breaking or breath taking, it won't be noticed. And as you consider how long the hunt will take today, you realise that once again the pressure has returned to your head, and another headache is coming on. Apparently you had not recovered as much as you thought.
As you exit through the back of the Arena, your first bit of good luck since starting in UGWC sits before you, this week there will be no searching, for The Natural born Killer has come to you. You quickly set the tripod up, steady your equipment, and start to roll.
NBK is sat upon the top of a car, gripping the aerial and furiously scratching it against his temple, as if trying to burrow into his own skull with it. When he realises the camera is rolling, he releases the aerial and begins to speak.
In recent times, some have felt it suitable to question...the motives of...The Killer. In doing so they...have already misunderstood what I fought with The Screams...to communicate last week. Many will say...all that was taken from Synergy was defeat for The Killer...that I paid the price....for bearing my attentions on Chris Peterson. To suggest this...confirms the need for clarification.
I am not driven by the glory....the win...the purse...it is not my attention I give myself over to...but that of The Screams...they are my master...not the sport. If you knew The Screams...if you were to live with them as I do...every minute of every day, you too would understand the urge to silence them....to make them content is the only way to experience the calm. They wish to be silenced...because the only way to silence them....is with The Screams of another. If anyone understood...this at all...they would not question why The Natural Born Killer seemed...only interested in Chris Peterson and not Medos.
They would know....that the Screams of Chris Peterson were far more....nourishing, than those of Medos. Medos has....his fair share for The Killer's to dance with but they...surround his inadequacies...and numerous failures in his career...The tenants in my head find that...normal...and though we would not usually disregard such an opportunity to Dance...the offerings on display from Chris Peterson...were too...irresistible to us. Whilst Medos....waged war with his mind squatters regarding this industry....Peterson struggled with a conflict that has waged for centuries...his Inner Cries of Anguish born from ideals that are commonplace...in this day an age, but not so long ago...were just a dream...for his descendants. His Screams are personal...and at the same...time cultural...they drive to the very core of who he is. Medos' were comparable...to that of a man who has been passed over for promotion...if The Screams wanted that....The Killer would return to the back alleys around bars and nightclubs...Chris Peterson presented more.
If....if...you had been there....as my Screams collided with those of Chris Peterson...and had marvelled as they mingled and danced with one another....and felt the peace as it washed over you....and remained for upwards of ten minutes...you would not consider...you had lost a thing.
This meeting with Chris Peterson early on....in my stay...may have bore false optimism for my Masters...they become excitable very easily...but they also become more demanding....when what they expect is not delivered. They may expect the same calibre of...waltz...each week. This week...may provide us with a better idea of what awaits us...over the coming months...as we dwell with the underbelly of UGWC.
Chris Peterson and Medos...The Screams have already acquainted themselves with...but it remains to be seen if the other...prey...can pique the interests of my ever present friends. This....Paul Cockatoo...may indeed...find himself with some tango partners for his Screams...ones that relate to abuse of power...position and narcotics by the elders....of his life. I suspect those very expressions do battle....with others that were born from his own rise from poverty...to a lifestyle not afforded to many others. These are just hopes though...until we see....and feel....how his own anguish and pride has developed...we shall not know for certain whether Paul Cockatoo is a desirable dance partner.
Kyle Tacker's potential...excites them...trained in violence to the point that it cost him his future...when it spilled over. His life then relied on those same furies....to keep him alive, fed and sheltered...this love of the violence...led him to turn his back when his old future presented itself once more. This violence could be the effects of powerful inhabitants of his mind...but could also be the result of some form of brain damage...
Finally there is Enigma...a name that promises so, so much...but I fear, for The Screams, it will deliver next to nothing. It seems this Enigma's entire...being is derived from the industry in which he finds himself. His notable history seems only to relate to the happenings....in the squared circle. As I have already made clear....whilst these achievements may be laudable...I care not about his skills, his technique or his energy...all we care about is what...Enigma....can bring to the dance. Is he the conundrum his name promises, will he test the Screams as they dance...or is the name just something that worked in the....industry?
The only thing that is certain...is that each and every one of The Natural Born Killers...prey...have Screams to dance with...some less nourishing....but all will have the chance to dance with The Killer's...and when it finally happens to you...you'll know for certain....that The Natural Born Killer...is the most dangerous rumour....you've never heard.[/color]
The camera turns itself off and NBK disappears from view.
'Thank God that's over' you think to yourself. Watching NBK struggle with himself to complete a sentence is an unexpected endurance exercise, and you are thankful it is not you that has to sit in the editing suite and attempt to make his ramblings coherent for airing. If you had to actually think about what he was saying, this irritating headache would no doubt develop into a full size migraine at best, or an instant aneurysm at worst. Either way, your job here was done, maybe you should go back in and see if they need an extra hand on Gabrielle's next promo?
