Post by "Sick" Billy Kryenik on Feb 4, 2007 23:18:03 GMT -5
Narrator:
“In our dreams, we can go anywhere, we can be anybody, and we can do anything. When we dream, we are like passengers on a moving train, unable to control our actions and choose surroundings. We let our mind take over. Sometimes, dreams can be understood in the context of repressed thoughts. Dreaming serves as an outlet for those thoughts and impulses we repress during the day. When we go to sleep at night and slip into our dream state, we feel liberated and behave and act in a manner that we do not allow ourselves in our waking life.
Visions and ideas can come from your dreams. Authors, screenwriters and poets turn to their dreams for stories. Artists and musicians explore dreams for their inspiration. Dreams can help us find solutions to our daily problems and see things from a different perspective.”
[So into a dream, we go. Into Billy’s head while he sleeps soundly. Images of sugarplums and fairies are not dancing in this mind however… No unicorns or pots of gold. No chivalry or love… Not on a night like tonight.
On a night like tonight… When his mind has taken over, a message comes through… A message of violence, of terror and of memories locked away…]
Billy… Billy… I know you can hear me, Billy.
[Billy looks around, seeing nothing. There is no one, no movement, no animal or beast, nothing that can dictate where the sweet high pitched voice is coming from. Billy, standing in a sea of confusions, opens his eyes wide and extends his arms outward as he exasperates the options of who could be talking to him.]
That’s right Billy, I know you can hear me. I’ve been watching you.
Billy: Watching me? Who are you? Where are you?
Deviance Billy. I come from deviant thoughts, your deviant thoughts while you sleep...
Billy: I’m asleep?
Yes, Billy. A very deep sleep. A deep sleep indeed. You are at full attention to me. You have no other choice but to listen… But I know you would listen with a full ear, anyhow…
Billy: I can wake myself up… But who are you?
I think you know, Billy.. I think you know who I am. Yes, Billy, I think you know me very well in fact. So well that you’ve chosen to forget about me.
Billy: If I know you very well, why would I forget about you?
To pursue, what you could not with me by your side… Out of fear as well…
Billy: Pursue? Fear? What the hell are you talking about?
[A horrid screeching sound, like a fork on a plate fills the room. It bounces off of the black walls, which stand strong around him… invisible as they are dark. Billy grabs his ears and drops to his knees. He screams out in pain as the sound is so piercing that any mans eardrums would pop out and spew brain fluid all over the floor.
The sound stops, following by the high-pitched laughter of the voice. Billy squints, as if the sound projected images of sunlight straight into his eyes. He gets back to his feet and shakes his head clear of the ringing in his ears]
Recognize that sound Billy? Do you recognize the sound of steel?
Billy: What the hell was that? Who are you!?
It’s not a question of who I am, but a question of what I am… and don’t play dumb with me Billy. Don’t you dare play stupid. You know what I am… Remember…
[The scene switches… almost instantly to a blurry wrestling match. Billy, unaware of him is standing in the center of the ring wearing white and black stripes. In front of him are two men, one of which is so familiar, but different. The other is slightly fuzzy, but his clothing are able to be made out.
Billy has found himself looking deep into his past. Five years ago to be exact. In one corner, a younger, more reckless Billy stands, wielding a bat wooden baseball bat that has a half a spool of barbed wire wrapped firmly around it. There voices and cheers from he fans as the announce belts out his trumpet voice from Peanuts. Young Billy Kryenik, known then as “the Switchblade” Billy Kryenik holds the barbed wire bat high above his head… The crowd roars with excitement…
Present Billy looks at what he is wearing and realizes what position his memory has put him in, in order to relive the experience.]
Billy: I remember this…
Do you? Do you remember how bloodthirsty you were?
Billy: Yeah…
Watch
Billy: But what’s my opponents name… I can’t remember what it is…
You will, in time. Let’s just call him Alpha…
[Alpha, as the voice has deemed him.. Is wearing a Led Zeppelin concert t-shirt, with the sleeves cut off. His trunks are jeans cut off at the knee with black boots going half way up his calf. Alpha’s fists are taped and clenching a large iron pole that has 5 80-watt light bulbs planted on wires… it’s almost like a crude version of a mace. The bell hits and the Switchblade attacks the Alpha right off the hop. Switchblade slams the barbed wire bat into The Alpha. He takes it hard onto the chest, cutting his shirt to shred. The Switchblade screams out with pride and the two take the fight to the ground.]
Look at your eyes Billy. Look at that Violent Reaction to the bell. You were a (BLEEP)ing animal… We were animals! We were one with every weapon we touched!
Billy: We were one?
You and I… Or you in fact, with myself at the forefront of your brain. Taking charge… For I am the violence, you’re alternative form of chaos that lives deep within your brain. That part of yourself that you chose to lock away… But you loved how it felt to fight to a bloody end. You used to crave the pain, and create the damage. I’m forcing you to remember… You need to, in order to take on your next task. This isn’t a time for technical prowess…
[Suddenly the scene goes black, with Billy back into the darkened room. But now he is covered, like the famous shot of Atsushi Onita, in barbed wire. Billy is slightly stuck. Not so much that he can’t move, but he is defiantly incapacitated in a way that he can’t struggle to much or he will be hurt.]
Ahh… brings you back doesn’t it.
Billy: Get this shit off of me!
Cruel imagery, I know. And it feels so real, doesn’t it? But its just how you remember. Like an old friend…
[At that moment a baseball bat covered in barbed wire makes a ear piercing appearance as it hangs from the unknown ceiling in front of him. Billy looks at it, as a million memories of street fights and scar tissue pass through his eyes off of the sharp reflection. A glimmer passes by… for a second, Billy’s mouth waters at the thought of the devastating weapon being in his hand…]
I think you know what you need to do… Don’t you Billy…
[Billy stands, with his flesh bleeding from all angles. He is wrapped in the large amount of barbed wire, which is becoming tighter, and more ruthless as he tries to struggles out of it… The baseball bat, covered in more of the vile wire, hangs in front of him like a carrot leading a horse.]
Billy…. Billy… Billy… Touch it, Billy. Remember… Remember how good it felt to hold it…
[Billy reaches out his arm, with the wire clenching his arm… blood trickling downward into a sea of red, which has drained from his body and splashed onto the cement floor… The floor is warmed with crimson. The sea is building and devouring the entire area… Billy can’t help it… Billy can’t stop it… But he isn’t too… He wants it…]
Go on… You know you want too…
[With a shaky Hand, Billy reaches out for the one thing that he knows he needs… The one thing that he feels more comfortable with than an outing with Tommy Deathrow. He needs this… he needs to remember… He needs to react with more violence then he has in the past few weeks… He needs to destroy everything in his path in order to put an end to that vile group of heathens who choose to try to overthrow the NAPW order…]
That’s right Billy… Now you remember?
[Billy grabs the barbed wire bat, as the wire snakes off of his body, leaving him cut, bloody and gasping for his white blood cells to start repairing all of the damage that the old wire has cause… He remembers… He remembers well. He remembers all of the pain, the destruction, and the chaos… He remembers the safety, the guarantee… he remembers everything that he once was… he remembers it all and will be forgiven for his abandonment of the most violent and vile ways of destroying an opponent… He has returned…]
Touch the barbs… Graze your hand along the steel…
[Billy rubs his hands gently across the wire, as the blood continues to fill the room around him. He smiles sweetly, with more red stain on his teeth, then that of a fine red wine. His eyes grow red as well. Everything has turned into the same colour as he strokes his former friends… His former ally… His memory of every person that he had crippled, cut and cranked.]
Ah… Now you remember, eh Billy? Now you it’s all coming back to you… This is you… this was everything to you… You needed it, like a heart in a human. It was beating and keeping you alive in the worst of times… Wasn’t it Billy?
Billy: Yes…
Now… you face two men, in a spectrum that you used to strive… a canvas that you knew how to move around on, better than anyone other that your partner; Tommy Deathrow. You have two men who challenge the authority of this company… the Integrity of your lively hood!
[Billy’s face goes stone. He knows the two men the voice is talking about… After all it’s his inner mind that’s speaking to him as we speak. It’s a warning for himself, to open up and embrace the brutal violence that he once was. It’s himself, knowing that in order to beat Casino… In order to destroy Krenshov, he has to use tactics that he chose to abandon… After all his neck had been broke. He had be dethroned off of his hardcore throne because he finally felt a moment in his life where he could be seriously hurt. He knew he had to forget about that, and try something different… but now, can the different, more technically improved Billy Kryenik walk into a street fight… a match where he and Tommy Deathrow may not walk out alive in, as just a wrestler?]
Billy: I’ll do what it takes.
We know that if you go into this match, we will both be injured. You can’t just walk in there, with honor and with a cleaner style… You need to reactivate the very thing that beat Casino the first time. You need that animal… That killer instinct. That Billy Kryenik of old where you would use any means necessary to beat anyone… whether it was risking life and limb.
Billy: I’m to a point where I need to lash out… I’m going into one of the most brutal matches of my career at Cold Snap. Tommy Deathrow, he’s always sticking by my side, that’s how the Doomriders roll. He’ll be ready. He’ll be ready to pound and tear his way to he victory. He’s got it all planned out for Krenshov. He’s scouted Casino and he knows that he’s going to have to pull out all the stops. He’s always willing, that’s just the way he is. It’s the way the Doomriders are, it’s the way that I am.
I know going into this match, it looks like the Untouchables will be unbeatable. I know that I didn’t do what I said I would, by losing last week. I didn’t get pinned, but I didn’t walk away from it with the win and for that I shamed myself. But mark my words, I know what I need to do.
I know I’m going to have to resort to some old tricks, regardless I feel safe doing them. I know there’s a good chance I could seriously injure my neck… I could take a bad bump on the concrete, I could get hit in the wrong place with a chair… I could be the weak link on my team, because of it.
But I’m not going to let that get to me. I know what needs to be done. I know that I have to spill blood. I’m going to have to bring out a little of the old… a little nostalgia, for this one. And I’m going to have to throw myself at the wolves and slam everything I can, until those dogs are beaten… blood dripping off my body and face… hands torn by barbed wire…
I’m going to have to deal with the Death Dealer and take everything I have… Everything the Doomriders have and throw it full force; like an anvil to their (BLEEP)ing skulls. It doesn’t matter what Casino and Krenshov have to say, this is the Doomrider specialty. We would run the gauntlet with these kinds of matches before… and despite what could happen – despite injury… The Doomriders will come out on top.
I’ll do whatever it takes to take home the win for NAPW, for Canada, and for each and every one of the fans who are sick of hearing about how the Untouchables have been held down. Even if that means I have to rip myself apart to do so. At Cold Snap, it’s not going to be about who are the most prestigious wrestlers… it’s going to be about which team is going to be able to lose the most blood, and survive. There will be no mercy. It’ll be hard to take us down, with their arms cut to hells, and their faces dripping blood all over the arena. Casino, I’ve beat that (BLEEP) before and I’ll be damned if I’ll let him come and beat me. Last year was no fluke. I kicked off his crown and bulldogged him to hell. This year, it’ll be no different. Hybrid Kryenik, Destructive Deathrow - Casino and Krenshov won’t know what hit em.
Whatever it takes?
[Billy holds the barbed wire bat in his hand, looking down on it, and nodding slightly.[/i]
Billy: Whatever it takes!
[Just then Billy awakens from his sleep. He is calm, his eyes just stare into the ceiling. He knows what has to be done. He knows it’s time to return to the violence, the deathly reactions to every action. He’s calm. This is only the beginning, on the long road to hell… When Billy dreams of blood and barbs, there can be only one reaction.]
Narrator
A Violent Reaction
Lead us around
Nurse our broken wings,
With all their promises
They will never honor
We just don’t care enough
to react to vain attempts
sent only to perpetuate
Their selfish little worlds
They will see what we’ve become
They’ll wait and watch..
…and still
They will be beaten down
a violent reaction
We’re struggling to keep ourselves alive
Now, here we stand
For everyone, NAPW and all
We lead you down
Begging to beat you in the cold
You give us a reason
We will be the ones
Through all the nonsense
There is a constant
They will see what we’ve become
They’ll wait and watch…
…and still
They will be fearing our crowns
Cause this feeling
Has dawned their faces…
a violent reaction
We’re struggling only to keep ourselves alive
They will see what we’ve become
cause this feeling
has dawned the Gemini face of two…
a violent reaction
Struggling to keep us all alive.
Bring your guns.
“In our dreams, we can go anywhere, we can be anybody, and we can do anything. When we dream, we are like passengers on a moving train, unable to control our actions and choose surroundings. We let our mind take over. Sometimes, dreams can be understood in the context of repressed thoughts. Dreaming serves as an outlet for those thoughts and impulses we repress during the day. When we go to sleep at night and slip into our dream state, we feel liberated and behave and act in a manner that we do not allow ourselves in our waking life.
Visions and ideas can come from your dreams. Authors, screenwriters and poets turn to their dreams for stories. Artists and musicians explore dreams for their inspiration. Dreams can help us find solutions to our daily problems and see things from a different perspective.”
[So into a dream, we go. Into Billy’s head while he sleeps soundly. Images of sugarplums and fairies are not dancing in this mind however… No unicorns or pots of gold. No chivalry or love… Not on a night like tonight.
On a night like tonight… When his mind has taken over, a message comes through… A message of violence, of terror and of memories locked away…]
Billy… Billy… I know you can hear me, Billy.
[Billy looks around, seeing nothing. There is no one, no movement, no animal or beast, nothing that can dictate where the sweet high pitched voice is coming from. Billy, standing in a sea of confusions, opens his eyes wide and extends his arms outward as he exasperates the options of who could be talking to him.]
That’s right Billy, I know you can hear me. I’ve been watching you.
Billy: Watching me? Who are you? Where are you?
Deviance Billy. I come from deviant thoughts, your deviant thoughts while you sleep...
Billy: I’m asleep?
Yes, Billy. A very deep sleep. A deep sleep indeed. You are at full attention to me. You have no other choice but to listen… But I know you would listen with a full ear, anyhow…
Billy: I can wake myself up… But who are you?
I think you know, Billy.. I think you know who I am. Yes, Billy, I think you know me very well in fact. So well that you’ve chosen to forget about me.
Billy: If I know you very well, why would I forget about you?
To pursue, what you could not with me by your side… Out of fear as well…
Billy: Pursue? Fear? What the hell are you talking about?
[A horrid screeching sound, like a fork on a plate fills the room. It bounces off of the black walls, which stand strong around him… invisible as they are dark. Billy grabs his ears and drops to his knees. He screams out in pain as the sound is so piercing that any mans eardrums would pop out and spew brain fluid all over the floor.
The sound stops, following by the high-pitched laughter of the voice. Billy squints, as if the sound projected images of sunlight straight into his eyes. He gets back to his feet and shakes his head clear of the ringing in his ears]
Recognize that sound Billy? Do you recognize the sound of steel?
Billy: What the hell was that? Who are you!?
It’s not a question of who I am, but a question of what I am… and don’t play dumb with me Billy. Don’t you dare play stupid. You know what I am… Remember…
[The scene switches… almost instantly to a blurry wrestling match. Billy, unaware of him is standing in the center of the ring wearing white and black stripes. In front of him are two men, one of which is so familiar, but different. The other is slightly fuzzy, but his clothing are able to be made out.
Billy has found himself looking deep into his past. Five years ago to be exact. In one corner, a younger, more reckless Billy stands, wielding a bat wooden baseball bat that has a half a spool of barbed wire wrapped firmly around it. There voices and cheers from he fans as the announce belts out his trumpet voice from Peanuts. Young Billy Kryenik, known then as “the Switchblade” Billy Kryenik holds the barbed wire bat high above his head… The crowd roars with excitement…
Present Billy looks at what he is wearing and realizes what position his memory has put him in, in order to relive the experience.]
Billy: I remember this…
Do you? Do you remember how bloodthirsty you were?
Billy: Yeah…
Watch
Billy: But what’s my opponents name… I can’t remember what it is…
You will, in time. Let’s just call him Alpha…
[Alpha, as the voice has deemed him.. Is wearing a Led Zeppelin concert t-shirt, with the sleeves cut off. His trunks are jeans cut off at the knee with black boots going half way up his calf. Alpha’s fists are taped and clenching a large iron pole that has 5 80-watt light bulbs planted on wires… it’s almost like a crude version of a mace. The bell hits and the Switchblade attacks the Alpha right off the hop. Switchblade slams the barbed wire bat into The Alpha. He takes it hard onto the chest, cutting his shirt to shred. The Switchblade screams out with pride and the two take the fight to the ground.]
Look at your eyes Billy. Look at that Violent Reaction to the bell. You were a (BLEEP)ing animal… We were animals! We were one with every weapon we touched!
Billy: We were one?
You and I… Or you in fact, with myself at the forefront of your brain. Taking charge… For I am the violence, you’re alternative form of chaos that lives deep within your brain. That part of yourself that you chose to lock away… But you loved how it felt to fight to a bloody end. You used to crave the pain, and create the damage. I’m forcing you to remember… You need to, in order to take on your next task. This isn’t a time for technical prowess…
[Suddenly the scene goes black, with Billy back into the darkened room. But now he is covered, like the famous shot of Atsushi Onita, in barbed wire. Billy is slightly stuck. Not so much that he can’t move, but he is defiantly incapacitated in a way that he can’t struggle to much or he will be hurt.]
Ahh… brings you back doesn’t it.
Billy: Get this shit off of me!
Cruel imagery, I know. And it feels so real, doesn’t it? But its just how you remember. Like an old friend…
[At that moment a baseball bat covered in barbed wire makes a ear piercing appearance as it hangs from the unknown ceiling in front of him. Billy looks at it, as a million memories of street fights and scar tissue pass through his eyes off of the sharp reflection. A glimmer passes by… for a second, Billy’s mouth waters at the thought of the devastating weapon being in his hand…]
I think you know what you need to do… Don’t you Billy…
[Billy stands, with his flesh bleeding from all angles. He is wrapped in the large amount of barbed wire, which is becoming tighter, and more ruthless as he tries to struggles out of it… The baseball bat, covered in more of the vile wire, hangs in front of him like a carrot leading a horse.]
Billy…. Billy… Billy… Touch it, Billy. Remember… Remember how good it felt to hold it…
[Billy reaches out his arm, with the wire clenching his arm… blood trickling downward into a sea of red, which has drained from his body and splashed onto the cement floor… The floor is warmed with crimson. The sea is building and devouring the entire area… Billy can’t help it… Billy can’t stop it… But he isn’t too… He wants it…]
Go on… You know you want too…
[With a shaky Hand, Billy reaches out for the one thing that he knows he needs… The one thing that he feels more comfortable with than an outing with Tommy Deathrow. He needs this… he needs to remember… He needs to react with more violence then he has in the past few weeks… He needs to destroy everything in his path in order to put an end to that vile group of heathens who choose to try to overthrow the NAPW order…]
That’s right Billy… Now you remember?
[Billy grabs the barbed wire bat, as the wire snakes off of his body, leaving him cut, bloody and gasping for his white blood cells to start repairing all of the damage that the old wire has cause… He remembers… He remembers well. He remembers all of the pain, the destruction, and the chaos… He remembers the safety, the guarantee… he remembers everything that he once was… he remembers it all and will be forgiven for his abandonment of the most violent and vile ways of destroying an opponent… He has returned…]
Touch the barbs… Graze your hand along the steel…
[Billy rubs his hands gently across the wire, as the blood continues to fill the room around him. He smiles sweetly, with more red stain on his teeth, then that of a fine red wine. His eyes grow red as well. Everything has turned into the same colour as he strokes his former friends… His former ally… His memory of every person that he had crippled, cut and cranked.]
Ah… Now you remember, eh Billy? Now you it’s all coming back to you… This is you… this was everything to you… You needed it, like a heart in a human. It was beating and keeping you alive in the worst of times… Wasn’t it Billy?
Billy: Yes…
Now… you face two men, in a spectrum that you used to strive… a canvas that you knew how to move around on, better than anyone other that your partner; Tommy Deathrow. You have two men who challenge the authority of this company… the Integrity of your lively hood!
[Billy’s face goes stone. He knows the two men the voice is talking about… After all it’s his inner mind that’s speaking to him as we speak. It’s a warning for himself, to open up and embrace the brutal violence that he once was. It’s himself, knowing that in order to beat Casino… In order to destroy Krenshov, he has to use tactics that he chose to abandon… After all his neck had been broke. He had be dethroned off of his hardcore throne because he finally felt a moment in his life where he could be seriously hurt. He knew he had to forget about that, and try something different… but now, can the different, more technically improved Billy Kryenik walk into a street fight… a match where he and Tommy Deathrow may not walk out alive in, as just a wrestler?]
Billy: I’ll do what it takes.
We know that if you go into this match, we will both be injured. You can’t just walk in there, with honor and with a cleaner style… You need to reactivate the very thing that beat Casino the first time. You need that animal… That killer instinct. That Billy Kryenik of old where you would use any means necessary to beat anyone… whether it was risking life and limb.
Billy: I’m to a point where I need to lash out… I’m going into one of the most brutal matches of my career at Cold Snap. Tommy Deathrow, he’s always sticking by my side, that’s how the Doomriders roll. He’ll be ready. He’ll be ready to pound and tear his way to he victory. He’s got it all planned out for Krenshov. He’s scouted Casino and he knows that he’s going to have to pull out all the stops. He’s always willing, that’s just the way he is. It’s the way the Doomriders are, it’s the way that I am.
I know going into this match, it looks like the Untouchables will be unbeatable. I know that I didn’t do what I said I would, by losing last week. I didn’t get pinned, but I didn’t walk away from it with the win and for that I shamed myself. But mark my words, I know what I need to do.
I know I’m going to have to resort to some old tricks, regardless I feel safe doing them. I know there’s a good chance I could seriously injure my neck… I could take a bad bump on the concrete, I could get hit in the wrong place with a chair… I could be the weak link on my team, because of it.
But I’m not going to let that get to me. I know what needs to be done. I know that I have to spill blood. I’m going to have to bring out a little of the old… a little nostalgia, for this one. And I’m going to have to throw myself at the wolves and slam everything I can, until those dogs are beaten… blood dripping off my body and face… hands torn by barbed wire…
I’m going to have to deal with the Death Dealer and take everything I have… Everything the Doomriders have and throw it full force; like an anvil to their (BLEEP)ing skulls. It doesn’t matter what Casino and Krenshov have to say, this is the Doomrider specialty. We would run the gauntlet with these kinds of matches before… and despite what could happen – despite injury… The Doomriders will come out on top.
I’ll do whatever it takes to take home the win for NAPW, for Canada, and for each and every one of the fans who are sick of hearing about how the Untouchables have been held down. Even if that means I have to rip myself apart to do so. At Cold Snap, it’s not going to be about who are the most prestigious wrestlers… it’s going to be about which team is going to be able to lose the most blood, and survive. There will be no mercy. It’ll be hard to take us down, with their arms cut to hells, and their faces dripping blood all over the arena. Casino, I’ve beat that (BLEEP) before and I’ll be damned if I’ll let him come and beat me. Last year was no fluke. I kicked off his crown and bulldogged him to hell. This year, it’ll be no different. Hybrid Kryenik, Destructive Deathrow - Casino and Krenshov won’t know what hit em.
Whatever it takes?
[Billy holds the barbed wire bat in his hand, looking down on it, and nodding slightly.[/i]
Billy: Whatever it takes!
[Just then Billy awakens from his sleep. He is calm, his eyes just stare into the ceiling. He knows what has to be done. He knows it’s time to return to the violence, the deathly reactions to every action. He’s calm. This is only the beginning, on the long road to hell… When Billy dreams of blood and barbs, there can be only one reaction.]
Narrator
A Violent Reaction
Lead us around
Nurse our broken wings,
With all their promises
They will never honor
We just don’t care enough
to react to vain attempts
sent only to perpetuate
Their selfish little worlds
They will see what we’ve become
They’ll wait and watch..
…and still
They will be beaten down
a violent reaction
We’re struggling to keep ourselves alive
Now, here we stand
For everyone, NAPW and all
We lead you down
Begging to beat you in the cold
You give us a reason
We will be the ones
Through all the nonsense
There is a constant
They will see what we’ve become
They’ll wait and watch…
…and still
They will be fearing our crowns
Cause this feeling
Has dawned their faces…
a violent reaction
We’re struggling only to keep ourselves alive
They will see what we’ve become
cause this feeling
has dawned the Gemini face of two…
a violent reaction
Struggling to keep us all alive.
Bring your guns.