Post by "LDK" Lloyd Rees on Mar 25, 2007 13:33:48 GMT -5
KNOCK! KNOCK!! KNOCK!!!
-Lloyd is jolted out of his sleep once again after enduring another strange dream. This one involving multiple images and the Mysterious Voice telling him that if he can not beat one man, how does he expect to beat twenty-nine. Lloyd makes his way out of his bed and toward the knocking at the door. On the other side is John Salty. This time he is not trying to play a trick on Lloyd, knowing how shaken up he has been for the past few days. He speaks through the door.-
J. Salty: Hey Lloyd! It’s just me, yer long time buddy Salty. Can I come in?
-Lloyd opens the door slowly; peering out to make sure no one else is around.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Yer always welcome here John…
J. Salty: Good!
-John is straight to the fridge for a beer.-
J. Salty: Ya look like s**t again t’day Lloyd b’y, are ya still have’n d’hem weird dreams?
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Yes! D’hey won’t stop!
J. Salty: I tink ya need t’relax Lloyd. Here, have a beer.
-John moves toward the fridge to grab a beer for the NAPW Provincial Champion.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: D’hat is da last ting I want…
J. Salty: Ok, dis is serious! We got t’get t’da bottom of d’ese dreams. We can’t have ya like dis fer Tuesday if ya expect t’stand a chance against Simply Beautiful or against da likes of James, The Kurtis Brothers, or Roberts in da Sole Survivor Match!
-Salty takes a swig off his beer and continues to talk.-
J. Salty: I know dis fella d’hat lives up in da hills. He’s kind of a weird cat but, he knows about d’ese kinds of tings. We should take a ride up d’ere and tell him what’s been happen’n t’ya.
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: John, I don’t know if go’n up into da mountains t’see one of yer ol’buddies from back in da day is go’n t’help here at all.
J. Salty: Do ya got any better ideas?
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Well, no…
J. Salty: So, what do ya got t’lose? If ya don’t clear yer head and get back into da game by Tuesday you can ferget put’n on a good show’n. Hell!! Ya couldn’t even shoot a sensible interview with Reynolds!
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: But, did ya hear what da little punk was say’n t’me?!
J. Salty: Lloyd b’y, he was just ask’n ya normal questions!
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Ok Salty you win. Lets go see dis friend of yers…
-Scene fades.-
-We reopen somewhere in the vast mountain range that is the Canadian Rockies. John Salty and the “LDK” Lloyd Rees are bundled up to protect them from the harsh cold at such elevations. Lloyd looks pissed. He speaks.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Jesus Christ John!! Do ya know where you’re go’n?!
J. Salty: It’s right around here somewhere!
-They continue for almost another half hour. John sees smoke.-
J. Salty: D’ere it is!
-The Newfie duo make their way toward a small log cabin hidden very well within the vegetation of the mountain. John knocks on the door but does not wait for an answer and budges right in. The interior of the cabin is what you would expect from a hermit who lives in the Canadian Rockies. Animal furs and skulls decorate the walls and floors. Plenty of Native Canadian type relics complete the décor. Sitting back on in a chair, a large man with Willie Nelson type braded hair, he turns to face the cold Newfies.-
Large Man: Who dares enter my home?
J. Salty: Taker easy Bearpaw! It’s yer ol’buddy John Salty.
-The large Native man rises from his chair and extends his hand to John.-
Shaman Bearpaw: John, it has been so long. Nice to see you! But, what brings you here and who is your friend?
J. Salty: Lloyd, let me introduce you to Bobby Bearpaw, the last of the great Newfoundland Native tribes, the Beothuk.
-Confuse by John’s statement, Lloyd speaks.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: I though Nancy Shanawhdit was the last Beothuk and she died of tuberculosis in 1829.
Shaman Bearpaw: It is nice to see that you are knowledgeable about my people but, there is more to the story. That is for another time. What brings you here my friends?
J. Salty: Well Bearpaw, Lloyd is be’n bothered by some weird dreams and can’t concentrate on da matters at hand. Ya see we have a big event come’n up and I need me man in top form both physically and mentally.
Shaman Bearpaw: So it is issues of the dreamscape that have brought you to me on this day. Come, give me all the details you can remember, none are too small.
-The scene fades as the trio walk into a small room within the cabin.-
-As we reopen we see that all three men are sitting cross legged on the floor drinking what seems to be some kind of herbal tea. Lloyd has told Shaman Bearpaw all the particulars that he can remember about his troubling dreams. The Shaman thinks he has a solution, he explains.-
Shaman Bearpaw: From what I can gather, you are having a battle within your subconscious. For some reason or another, in the back of your mind, you doubt your ability to defeat this Simply Beautiful character. Maybe it has to do with the last two battles you had against him. What we need to do is enter the subconscious and rid it of this negative though. Then, and only then will you be able to gain the positively that you need to end it with him once and for all. I can help you do this…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Well d’hen, let’s do it!
Shaman Bearpaw: It is not that easy. We must prepare. It will take time.
J. Salty: I’m sure Lloyd is more d’han will’n t’do whatever it takes.
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Ya got d’hat right John. I’d do anyting t’stop d’ese dreams. Plus, I want t’be one hundred precent when I step into da ring dis Tuesday with Beautiful. I don’t want anyting get’n in da way of me kick da crap out of him.
Shaman Bearpaw: Then let us begin…
-Hours pass as the Shaman prepares Lloyd. Now, just Lloyd and Bearpaw sit across from each other, India-style, on the floor. They are ready to begin.-
Shaman Bearpaw: Now relax and close your eyes…
-Lloyd closes his eye, when he reopens them, we see a familiar scene. Lloyd sits on a steel folding chair in the middle of the ring in the dark empty arena. The Mysterious Voice speaks almost immediately.-
Mysterious Voice: You again! Have you not had enough?! I have told you what is to become of the one known as the “LDK”; a worthless loser, never able to accomplish anything, certainly against him!
-This time Lloyd seems to have a lot more control of his surroundings. He stands and speaks.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Listen here Larry! Are ya sure ya know whose head yer inside of? What yer look’n at here is da f**k’n man!! Ya tink yer da first person d’hat has tried t’tell me I’m worthless? Hell no! Ya know where da rest of d’hem are at now? D’ere sit’n on d’eir asses wait’n fer da next poggie check t’arrive…
Mysterious Voice: How dare you speak back to me in such a manner?
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Christ, yer inside me head I’ll talk t’ya in any manner I want!!
Mysterious Voice: We will see about that!
-Images begin to appear left, right, and center and they rush Lloyd from all angles. A large cloud of smoke or mist fills the ring and bodies begin to fly everywhere. Suddenly a bright light shines from above and the smoke clears. Left alone in the ring, title belts gleaming in the light, “LDK” is standing tall. All is silent.-
DARKNESS!!
-Lloyd is awakened by Shaman Bearpaw.-
Shaman Bearpaw: How do you feel Lloyd?
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Perfect!!
-Scene fades.-
-Lloyd is jolted out of his sleep once again after enduring another strange dream. This one involving multiple images and the Mysterious Voice telling him that if he can not beat one man, how does he expect to beat twenty-nine. Lloyd makes his way out of his bed and toward the knocking at the door. On the other side is John Salty. This time he is not trying to play a trick on Lloyd, knowing how shaken up he has been for the past few days. He speaks through the door.-
J. Salty: Hey Lloyd! It’s just me, yer long time buddy Salty. Can I come in?
-Lloyd opens the door slowly; peering out to make sure no one else is around.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Yer always welcome here John…
J. Salty: Good!
-John is straight to the fridge for a beer.-
J. Salty: Ya look like s**t again t’day Lloyd b’y, are ya still have’n d’hem weird dreams?
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Yes! D’hey won’t stop!
J. Salty: I tink ya need t’relax Lloyd. Here, have a beer.
-John moves toward the fridge to grab a beer for the NAPW Provincial Champion.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: D’hat is da last ting I want…
J. Salty: Ok, dis is serious! We got t’get t’da bottom of d’ese dreams. We can’t have ya like dis fer Tuesday if ya expect t’stand a chance against Simply Beautiful or against da likes of James, The Kurtis Brothers, or Roberts in da Sole Survivor Match!
-Salty takes a swig off his beer and continues to talk.-
J. Salty: I know dis fella d’hat lives up in da hills. He’s kind of a weird cat but, he knows about d’ese kinds of tings. We should take a ride up d’ere and tell him what’s been happen’n t’ya.
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: John, I don’t know if go’n up into da mountains t’see one of yer ol’buddies from back in da day is go’n t’help here at all.
J. Salty: Do ya got any better ideas?
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Well, no…
J. Salty: So, what do ya got t’lose? If ya don’t clear yer head and get back into da game by Tuesday you can ferget put’n on a good show’n. Hell!! Ya couldn’t even shoot a sensible interview with Reynolds!
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: But, did ya hear what da little punk was say’n t’me?!
J. Salty: Lloyd b’y, he was just ask’n ya normal questions!
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Ok Salty you win. Lets go see dis friend of yers…
-Scene fades.-
-We reopen somewhere in the vast mountain range that is the Canadian Rockies. John Salty and the “LDK” Lloyd Rees are bundled up to protect them from the harsh cold at such elevations. Lloyd looks pissed. He speaks.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Jesus Christ John!! Do ya know where you’re go’n?!
J. Salty: It’s right around here somewhere!
-They continue for almost another half hour. John sees smoke.-
J. Salty: D’ere it is!
-The Newfie duo make their way toward a small log cabin hidden very well within the vegetation of the mountain. John knocks on the door but does not wait for an answer and budges right in. The interior of the cabin is what you would expect from a hermit who lives in the Canadian Rockies. Animal furs and skulls decorate the walls and floors. Plenty of Native Canadian type relics complete the décor. Sitting back on in a chair, a large man with Willie Nelson type braded hair, he turns to face the cold Newfies.-
Large Man: Who dares enter my home?
J. Salty: Taker easy Bearpaw! It’s yer ol’buddy John Salty.
-The large Native man rises from his chair and extends his hand to John.-
Shaman Bearpaw: John, it has been so long. Nice to see you! But, what brings you here and who is your friend?
J. Salty: Lloyd, let me introduce you to Bobby Bearpaw, the last of the great Newfoundland Native tribes, the Beothuk.
-Confuse by John’s statement, Lloyd speaks.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: I though Nancy Shanawhdit was the last Beothuk and she died of tuberculosis in 1829.
Shaman Bearpaw: It is nice to see that you are knowledgeable about my people but, there is more to the story. That is for another time. What brings you here my friends?
J. Salty: Well Bearpaw, Lloyd is be’n bothered by some weird dreams and can’t concentrate on da matters at hand. Ya see we have a big event come’n up and I need me man in top form both physically and mentally.
Shaman Bearpaw: So it is issues of the dreamscape that have brought you to me on this day. Come, give me all the details you can remember, none are too small.
-The scene fades as the trio walk into a small room within the cabin.-
-As we reopen we see that all three men are sitting cross legged on the floor drinking what seems to be some kind of herbal tea. Lloyd has told Shaman Bearpaw all the particulars that he can remember about his troubling dreams. The Shaman thinks he has a solution, he explains.-
Shaman Bearpaw: From what I can gather, you are having a battle within your subconscious. For some reason or another, in the back of your mind, you doubt your ability to defeat this Simply Beautiful character. Maybe it has to do with the last two battles you had against him. What we need to do is enter the subconscious and rid it of this negative though. Then, and only then will you be able to gain the positively that you need to end it with him once and for all. I can help you do this…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Well d’hen, let’s do it!
Shaman Bearpaw: It is not that easy. We must prepare. It will take time.
J. Salty: I’m sure Lloyd is more d’han will’n t’do whatever it takes.
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Ya got d’hat right John. I’d do anyting t’stop d’ese dreams. Plus, I want t’be one hundred precent when I step into da ring dis Tuesday with Beautiful. I don’t want anyting get’n in da way of me kick da crap out of him.
Shaman Bearpaw: Then let us begin…
-Hours pass as the Shaman prepares Lloyd. Now, just Lloyd and Bearpaw sit across from each other, India-style, on the floor. They are ready to begin.-
Shaman Bearpaw: Now relax and close your eyes…
-Lloyd closes his eye, when he reopens them, we see a familiar scene. Lloyd sits on a steel folding chair in the middle of the ring in the dark empty arena. The Mysterious Voice speaks almost immediately.-
Mysterious Voice: You again! Have you not had enough?! I have told you what is to become of the one known as the “LDK”; a worthless loser, never able to accomplish anything, certainly against him!
-This time Lloyd seems to have a lot more control of his surroundings. He stands and speaks.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Listen here Larry! Are ya sure ya know whose head yer inside of? What yer look’n at here is da f**k’n man!! Ya tink yer da first person d’hat has tried t’tell me I’m worthless? Hell no! Ya know where da rest of d’hem are at now? D’ere sit’n on d’eir asses wait’n fer da next poggie check t’arrive…
Mysterious Voice: How dare you speak back to me in such a manner?
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Christ, yer inside me head I’ll talk t’ya in any manner I want!!
Mysterious Voice: We will see about that!
-Images begin to appear left, right, and center and they rush Lloyd from all angles. A large cloud of smoke or mist fills the ring and bodies begin to fly everywhere. Suddenly a bright light shines from above and the smoke clears. Left alone in the ring, title belts gleaming in the light, “LDK” is standing tall. All is silent.-
DARKNESS!!
-Lloyd is awakened by Shaman Bearpaw.-
Shaman Bearpaw: How do you feel Lloyd?
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Perfect!!
-Scene fades.-