Post by nbk on Apr 16, 2011 17:55:43 GMT -5
[The last week had been your best since starting this job, last weeks assignment with NBK was pretty straightforward, and you'd got a lot of positive comments regarding your work on that weeks Synergy. A few of your peers had congratulated you on how you framed Johnny Blake's flight to the announce table. You knew you'd impressed Harvey, for the first time since your first day he'd made time to speak with you, let you into a few tips of the trade, lent you some of his insight. You were shocked to find out he'd been shooting wrestling for nearly four decades. Apparently he'd shot some of the greats in the territories, and he was constantly dropping the names of many a guy you'd never heard of.
You liked Harvey, he was one thing in this strange industry that made any sense. He'd loved the sport since he was a child, his father taking him to see the action whenever a promotion toured through the nearby city, and he'd devoted his life to it. He had once harboured hopes of getting in the ring himself, but that had been cut short by a motorbike accident when he was a teenager in his own words 'I was a dumb ass kid, thought I was invincible, and it cost me my dream'. He was as close as he was ever going to get to being inside that ring, and he gave everything to the sport. The saddest part is, no-one outside the technical teams really knew him, or appreciated his experience, he was just an old guy with a camera, just like you, no-one ever really noticed him.
Despite how good the last week had been, this week had already started off badly. Last week the Natural Born Killer was apparently in a giving mood, in three hours you had to submit your footage of him, yet you hadn't been able to find him. You could feel the blisters on your feet filling with more and more liquid, but the pain was a welcome distraction from the headaches he was getting on a more frequent basis. You had a feeling it was UGWC's camera's, they'd clearly cut costs at the expense of the user with the design, and when you spend hours lugging it around it probably caused damage to muscles and nerves that caused the pain. Whatever the reason your frustration at engaging in another needless manhunt for an unstable individual with the thinnest grasp on reality you had ever encountered.
You'd asked Harvey about being reassigned, but he'd told you it wasn't just the Entertainment Professionals that had to pay their dues. You weren't sure what that meant, but you surmised you wouldn't get reassigned any time soon.
You decided it was time to take a break, you needed to splash some water on your face and take a breather, and as luck would have it their was a public rest room a few hundred meters ahead. You enter and almost instantaneously stop dead in your tracks, as you had inadvertently stumbled upon your prey. You quickly unfold your tripod and set the camera to roll.
NBK sitsa, huddled on the top of the sinks, his feet dangle into a half full sink of water, and he stares deep into his own eyes in the mirror.
If only The Screams could satisfy themselves...by dancing with one another...if they did not have the ability to tear this mind apart...I think I might just concede to them, like so many others do. The company which has given us refuge is littered...with the minds that gave up, the minds that are subservient to their own travellers. This consumption...this inability to fight...is understandable, it is how humans are programmed...follow the rules, get on your knee's....beg for your right to life...never question what is right...[/color]
The Killer lets out an almighty scream, and swings his head back and then slams it into the mirror, causing it to crack.
But the Killer is not weak....he will not let them win...we can cohabit, The Killer will sustain them...but I will never succumb to them, no matter the pain, the torture or the numbness...I will fight on, The Screams will dance....but not with themselves.
Last week, The Screams were spoilt for choice, it seems...there may be more to the UGWC inhabitants than our sceptical side....first feared. It seems many fresh Cries of Anguish fester in the minds of our prey...just waiting to waltz with the Wails. Chris Peterson....remains an appetising temptation....we have enjoyed our recent embraces with his dark passengers...and look on to more engagements in the future. Kyle Tacker...emerged as a man with violence at his core as suspected....but something else drives him....something we can't quite put our finger on, but something that entices us....it was a surprise revelation.
Medos however....seems to us to be just as we suspected.....a fog of inadequacy and unfulfilled hopes...he struggles to find his won core, who he is that he is constantly at odds with himself....to the point he realises little around him. His only goal....is to give in to his own Screams, to allow them to overtake him....that may lead him to success in this industry....but at the cost of his own essence. I hear....that Medos thinks he 'knows' The Killer, that by seeing him....in the ring...he has all the information he needs...we do wonder, how much Medos really knows about The Killer.....and how much he really wants to know?[/color]
Another huge scream, and another collision with the mirror, this time shattering it, and causing blood to spread across the Killers mask, slowly, creating a separate Rorschach image in crimson.
This week...we have new prey....new minds to survey...two men, who in their own way are slowly succumbing to their own...mind travellers. Travis....Pierce...may be the UGWC World Champion....but he flaunts his inadequacies with flamboyance...he admits it himself....he shouldn't be the best in the industry...he's a pretty face with a quick tongue....not a warrior....he has succumbed to his Screams....they tell him he can never be a true gladiator...and he accepts their judgement....because he does not have the will to fight the. We....have no real interest in his feeble mind...they are dime a dozen....
As for Ethan King...who's only relevance...only raison d'être...seems to be who his cousin is...and he is consumed by this....he knows without his cousin....he would have no place in reality....no purpose....and whilst this could be fine ingredients for a dance partner...we see no evidence to suggest he really has any fight or heart...he's not even committed to this industry....he is torn between living in his cousins shadow....and handling cattle...on the face of it we sense...another weak mind...[/color]
NBK gets down from his perch and frot he first time looks towards the camera with his bloodstained mask.
And I have to warn you....Ethan....Travis...The Killer is uninterested in the weak....the feeble....the tame...they only sustain The Screams for so long, and then they bore, and demand a real feast....they become even more frustrated when they think they are to dance the night away...and their toes are constantly trodden on...I don't like it when The Screams....get louder....because our prey is worthless...despite what Medos may think....you have only seen a fraction of what the Natural Born Killer is all about...though I don't care about wins....or losses....both are inevitable...and if you dissapoint the screams...you will start to get an understanding....just why....NBK really is....The Most Dangerous Rumour You've Never Heard!'[/color]
And with that NBK storms past the camera, and a few seconds later the footage comes to an end after slowly focusing in on the blood stained wash room area.
And finally you can go home, you do wonder if you should call someone, and inform them that NBK had injured himself in the process of this segment. But then you looked back at the cheap ass camera you were equipped with, rubbed your throbbing temples, and decided UGWC obviously weren't that concerned with the comfort and well being of it's employee's. They can pick it up in the edit, your going to lie in a dark room for the next 12 hours.
You liked Harvey, he was one thing in this strange industry that made any sense. He'd loved the sport since he was a child, his father taking him to see the action whenever a promotion toured through the nearby city, and he'd devoted his life to it. He had once harboured hopes of getting in the ring himself, but that had been cut short by a motorbike accident when he was a teenager in his own words 'I was a dumb ass kid, thought I was invincible, and it cost me my dream'. He was as close as he was ever going to get to being inside that ring, and he gave everything to the sport. The saddest part is, no-one outside the technical teams really knew him, or appreciated his experience, he was just an old guy with a camera, just like you, no-one ever really noticed him.
Despite how good the last week had been, this week had already started off badly. Last week the Natural Born Killer was apparently in a giving mood, in three hours you had to submit your footage of him, yet you hadn't been able to find him. You could feel the blisters on your feet filling with more and more liquid, but the pain was a welcome distraction from the headaches he was getting on a more frequent basis. You had a feeling it was UGWC's camera's, they'd clearly cut costs at the expense of the user with the design, and when you spend hours lugging it around it probably caused damage to muscles and nerves that caused the pain. Whatever the reason your frustration at engaging in another needless manhunt for an unstable individual with the thinnest grasp on reality you had ever encountered.
You'd asked Harvey about being reassigned, but he'd told you it wasn't just the Entertainment Professionals that had to pay their dues. You weren't sure what that meant, but you surmised you wouldn't get reassigned any time soon.
You decided it was time to take a break, you needed to splash some water on your face and take a breather, and as luck would have it their was a public rest room a few hundred meters ahead. You enter and almost instantaneously stop dead in your tracks, as you had inadvertently stumbled upon your prey. You quickly unfold your tripod and set the camera to roll.
NBK sitsa, huddled on the top of the sinks, his feet dangle into a half full sink of water, and he stares deep into his own eyes in the mirror.
If only The Screams could satisfy themselves...by dancing with one another...if they did not have the ability to tear this mind apart...I think I might just concede to them, like so many others do. The company which has given us refuge is littered...with the minds that gave up, the minds that are subservient to their own travellers. This consumption...this inability to fight...is understandable, it is how humans are programmed...follow the rules, get on your knee's....beg for your right to life...never question what is right...[/color]
The Killer lets out an almighty scream, and swings his head back and then slams it into the mirror, causing it to crack.
But the Killer is not weak....he will not let them win...we can cohabit, The Killer will sustain them...but I will never succumb to them, no matter the pain, the torture or the numbness...I will fight on, The Screams will dance....but not with themselves.
Last week, The Screams were spoilt for choice, it seems...there may be more to the UGWC inhabitants than our sceptical side....first feared. It seems many fresh Cries of Anguish fester in the minds of our prey...just waiting to waltz with the Wails. Chris Peterson....remains an appetising temptation....we have enjoyed our recent embraces with his dark passengers...and look on to more engagements in the future. Kyle Tacker...emerged as a man with violence at his core as suspected....but something else drives him....something we can't quite put our finger on, but something that entices us....it was a surprise revelation.
Medos however....seems to us to be just as we suspected.....a fog of inadequacy and unfulfilled hopes...he struggles to find his won core, who he is that he is constantly at odds with himself....to the point he realises little around him. His only goal....is to give in to his own Screams, to allow them to overtake him....that may lead him to success in this industry....but at the cost of his own essence. I hear....that Medos thinks he 'knows' The Killer, that by seeing him....in the ring...he has all the information he needs...we do wonder, how much Medos really knows about The Killer.....and how much he really wants to know?[/color]
Another huge scream, and another collision with the mirror, this time shattering it, and causing blood to spread across the Killers mask, slowly, creating a separate Rorschach image in crimson.
This week...we have new prey....new minds to survey...two men, who in their own way are slowly succumbing to their own...mind travellers. Travis....Pierce...may be the UGWC World Champion....but he flaunts his inadequacies with flamboyance...he admits it himself....he shouldn't be the best in the industry...he's a pretty face with a quick tongue....not a warrior....he has succumbed to his Screams....they tell him he can never be a true gladiator...and he accepts their judgement....because he does not have the will to fight the. We....have no real interest in his feeble mind...they are dime a dozen....
As for Ethan King...who's only relevance...only raison d'être...seems to be who his cousin is...and he is consumed by this....he knows without his cousin....he would have no place in reality....no purpose....and whilst this could be fine ingredients for a dance partner...we see no evidence to suggest he really has any fight or heart...he's not even committed to this industry....he is torn between living in his cousins shadow....and handling cattle...on the face of it we sense...another weak mind...[/color]
NBK gets down from his perch and frot he first time looks towards the camera with his bloodstained mask.
And I have to warn you....Ethan....Travis...The Killer is uninterested in the weak....the feeble....the tame...they only sustain The Screams for so long, and then they bore, and demand a real feast....they become even more frustrated when they think they are to dance the night away...and their toes are constantly trodden on...I don't like it when The Screams....get louder....because our prey is worthless...despite what Medos may think....you have only seen a fraction of what the Natural Born Killer is all about...though I don't care about wins....or losses....both are inevitable...and if you dissapoint the screams...you will start to get an understanding....just why....NBK really is....The Most Dangerous Rumour You've Never Heard!'[/color]
And with that NBK storms past the camera, and a few seconds later the footage comes to an end after slowly focusing in on the blood stained wash room area.
And finally you can go home, you do wonder if you should call someone, and inform them that NBK had injured himself in the process of this segment. But then you looked back at the cheap ass camera you were equipped with, rubbed your throbbing temples, and decided UGWC obviously weren't that concerned with the comfort and well being of it's employee's. They can pick it up in the edit, your going to lie in a dark room for the next 12 hours.
