Post by Prince Darko on Mar 25, 2007 22:58:00 GMT -5
Prince Darko Narration: I laid in bed that night, replaying the events that transpired and what Thomas had said to me. He made a lot of sense and I did want to reign supreme in that ring along side him, like kings. Rule it all with an iron fist. Go down in the books like a great. Stronger then any czar or any emperor. A dynasty that would be unmatched in every which way. I knew exactly how to achieve all this. It was easy. Why didn’t I want to do it? The answer was quite easy as well. The person I am now, would die. The person I am now, would vanish and never return. I’ve gone on and tried to place a front, act serious and tough, but I could never do it wholeheartedly. My heart, my soul was still clean and cherubic. Yes, I used to live an evil past. Yes, I was worst then a dictator. Yes, I had no one. Because no one else was as cold as I was. If I go back to the way I was, I will have someone as cold as I, Thomas. Thomas, matured into a cold man. If I left and went to the old me, life wouldn’t be lonely. I would still have a friend, that would be the only thing that would stay dynamic. Thomas and I. With that being said, I had all the reassurance I needed. But, it wasn’t going to be such an easy task. I had to face myself. Look deep into myself, then, hate myself. In order to hate all.
The Prince gets out of his bed and walks towards his mirror. The camera then looks over the shoulder of The Prince. [/u]
Prince Darko Make yourself present.
Darko’s reflection begins to talk. [/u]
Reflection What do you need?
Prince Darko I need something I never thought I would ever ask for again.
Reflection The hell would that be? A spine?
Prince Darko You.
Reflection Why would I, I of all people. One of the greatest wrestlers of all time, help someone of your status? You aren’t shit compared to me. You were and will always be weak. Don’t you dare forget it.
Prince Darko Weak? I put you where you are, right now. Now don’t you dare forget that. I just need your assistance for temporary, couple months or so or even longer, I control the length.
Reflection Don’t worry, I’ll never forget. You know something else, I shouldn't had even allowed myself to be invoked by you. I had better things to do.
Prince Darko Yes, I suppose being in a mirror is the place to be these days.
Reflection How dare you mock me. When I was you, I was undefeated, people loved to be in the ring with me. You’ve now tarnished my name and my reputation. You, you have seen only one damn victory this whole year.
Prince Darko I was champion.
Reflection I was champion before and I kept the titles longer then a four year old’s attention span.
Prince Darko But, look where you are!
Reflection Let’s not forget who the invoker is.
Prince Darko I’m doing you a favor.
Reflection No, you are asking me for a favor. You can’t even keep an argument on the right path. I don’t blame you for asking for my assistance. I’m surprise you were able to last so long, but, I always knew your time was near. You were always weak, no way in hell were you going to last out this long. Impossible.
Prince Darko Look, we can bicker like babies or talk like men.
Reflection You didn’t want to be a man when you watched your uncle die in front of your eyes. You were scared like a baby. He begged and pleaded for you to help him, you didn’t do a damn thing about him. He knew you for seventeen years, that didn’t account for anything? He watched you grow up since birth, he was your second dad and you just watched him die.
The Prince’s voice becomes a bit darker.
Prince Darko Like you would had done the same? Like you would had helped out?
Reflection Me? Why am I suppose to help him out, I’m the bad one, remember? You were the good guy, the one that cried for weeks after he let his uncle die. You had no right to cry for him, you damn well killed him, you know that?
A tear rushes down the right eye of The Prince. He then covers it up with a scowl[/u]
Reflection Are my words too mean? Are they too cruel? Or are they just too damn real? You never liked reality, you always had to live in a fabrication. Always a bitch. You ran from the truth, I embraced it. I made it my life to be true to myself. I knew who I was, I was an ass, arrogant, pompous, that’s who I was. You, you were a cry baby, a whiner, a charity case. People lied to you, because if it wasn’t what you wanted to hear, you wouldn’t listen. You would throw fits of rage. Until they told you what you wanted. If someone told me, I was a loser, I’d fight them till dying is on the way of surviving. That’s the kind of person I was and still am. You don’t like me, you’ll hate me. You, you grew sensitive at the slightest hint of criticism. That’s why you never improved. Your skills deteriorated slowly by slowly. You were put in matches with other people so you could have a slightly improved chance of wining. It didn’t mater. As long as you were in the match, you and your team would lose. You have become a curse.
The Prince begins to clench his fists and breathe heavier[/u]
Reflection Are you going to punch me? Wait you won’t, I’m facing you. I would turn around so you could hit me, but, it’s a bit challenging to do that when I’m your reflection. What’s a matter? You don’t want to laugh now? That’s all you would do, just laugh, laugh, laugh. Now you want to get serious? I think you should had done that before the two month losing streak. You should had gotten serious the first match. You should had came here, invoking me within minutes of your first lost. Instead you ran and made up some religion, I like the concepts, but I hate the god. Yes Darko, I hate you, meaning I hate myself. I hate myself because, I’m related to you.
Prince Darko You really should try shutting up sometime, it’s really fun game.
Reflection You’re going to make me? It took a bitch slap on the school bus to make you learn how to fight. You didn’t even fight him then, you went home, cried to dad. He thought you how to fight, he even felt a little bad for conceiving you. You punched liked a queer, dad warned you not to go fighting. You didn’t listen, went out and fought him. Yes, you did have heart, but, true winners never have hearts. He embarrassed you in front of everyone. What did you do? You cried and pissed on yourself. You are pathetic. The worst part about this, it’s real, you can’t deny it happened. After he (BLEEP)ed you up, what did you say? Those famous words, “I’m sorry” He kicked dirt into your face and you ate it. You tried to switch schools, people knew who you were there. Our father, the king, he even had to deny relation.
The Prince breathes even heavier then before. His eyes red with tears of anger. [/u]
Reflection These words, they make you mad, huh? I got plenty more stories. Like that time, Sherrie, yeah her, remember her? You were what, about twelve at the time? You two were at the movies and you got real close to her and then you were about to introduce her to “mini me”
The anger finally gets to The Prince, he takes a mean punch to his reflection. He collapses along with his mirror. He lays there on the floor, still, like a statue. He begins to twitch his fingers. He makes it to his feet. His eyes burn a fire with greater heat then the sun. He now starts to chuckle. [/u]
Prince Darko I’m finally back.
The promo fades [/u]
The Prince gets out of his bed and walks towards his mirror. The camera then looks over the shoulder of The Prince. [/u]
Prince Darko Make yourself present.
Darko’s reflection begins to talk. [/u]
Reflection What do you need?
Prince Darko I need something I never thought I would ever ask for again.
Reflection The hell would that be? A spine?
Prince Darko You.
Reflection Why would I, I of all people. One of the greatest wrestlers of all time, help someone of your status? You aren’t shit compared to me. You were and will always be weak. Don’t you dare forget it.
Prince Darko Weak? I put you where you are, right now. Now don’t you dare forget that. I just need your assistance for temporary, couple months or so or even longer, I control the length.
Reflection Don’t worry, I’ll never forget. You know something else, I shouldn't had even allowed myself to be invoked by you. I had better things to do.
Prince Darko Yes, I suppose being in a mirror is the place to be these days.
Reflection How dare you mock me. When I was you, I was undefeated, people loved to be in the ring with me. You’ve now tarnished my name and my reputation. You, you have seen only one damn victory this whole year.
Prince Darko I was champion.
Reflection I was champion before and I kept the titles longer then a four year old’s attention span.
Prince Darko But, look where you are!
Reflection Let’s not forget who the invoker is.
Prince Darko I’m doing you a favor.
Reflection No, you are asking me for a favor. You can’t even keep an argument on the right path. I don’t blame you for asking for my assistance. I’m surprise you were able to last so long, but, I always knew your time was near. You were always weak, no way in hell were you going to last out this long. Impossible.
Prince Darko Look, we can bicker like babies or talk like men.
Reflection You didn’t want to be a man when you watched your uncle die in front of your eyes. You were scared like a baby. He begged and pleaded for you to help him, you didn’t do a damn thing about him. He knew you for seventeen years, that didn’t account for anything? He watched you grow up since birth, he was your second dad and you just watched him die.
The Prince’s voice becomes a bit darker.
Prince Darko Like you would had done the same? Like you would had helped out?
Reflection Me? Why am I suppose to help him out, I’m the bad one, remember? You were the good guy, the one that cried for weeks after he let his uncle die. You had no right to cry for him, you damn well killed him, you know that?
A tear rushes down the right eye of The Prince. He then covers it up with a scowl[/u]
Reflection Are my words too mean? Are they too cruel? Or are they just too damn real? You never liked reality, you always had to live in a fabrication. Always a bitch. You ran from the truth, I embraced it. I made it my life to be true to myself. I knew who I was, I was an ass, arrogant, pompous, that’s who I was. You, you were a cry baby, a whiner, a charity case. People lied to you, because if it wasn’t what you wanted to hear, you wouldn’t listen. You would throw fits of rage. Until they told you what you wanted. If someone told me, I was a loser, I’d fight them till dying is on the way of surviving. That’s the kind of person I was and still am. You don’t like me, you’ll hate me. You, you grew sensitive at the slightest hint of criticism. That’s why you never improved. Your skills deteriorated slowly by slowly. You were put in matches with other people so you could have a slightly improved chance of wining. It didn’t mater. As long as you were in the match, you and your team would lose. You have become a curse.
The Prince begins to clench his fists and breathe heavier[/u]
Reflection Are you going to punch me? Wait you won’t, I’m facing you. I would turn around so you could hit me, but, it’s a bit challenging to do that when I’m your reflection. What’s a matter? You don’t want to laugh now? That’s all you would do, just laugh, laugh, laugh. Now you want to get serious? I think you should had done that before the two month losing streak. You should had gotten serious the first match. You should had came here, invoking me within minutes of your first lost. Instead you ran and made up some religion, I like the concepts, but I hate the god. Yes Darko, I hate you, meaning I hate myself. I hate myself because, I’m related to you.
Prince Darko You really should try shutting up sometime, it’s really fun game.
Reflection You’re going to make me? It took a bitch slap on the school bus to make you learn how to fight. You didn’t even fight him then, you went home, cried to dad. He thought you how to fight, he even felt a little bad for conceiving you. You punched liked a queer, dad warned you not to go fighting. You didn’t listen, went out and fought him. Yes, you did have heart, but, true winners never have hearts. He embarrassed you in front of everyone. What did you do? You cried and pissed on yourself. You are pathetic. The worst part about this, it’s real, you can’t deny it happened. After he (BLEEP)ed you up, what did you say? Those famous words, “I’m sorry” He kicked dirt into your face and you ate it. You tried to switch schools, people knew who you were there. Our father, the king, he even had to deny relation.
The Prince breathes even heavier then before. His eyes red with tears of anger. [/u]
Reflection These words, they make you mad, huh? I got plenty more stories. Like that time, Sherrie, yeah her, remember her? You were what, about twelve at the time? You two were at the movies and you got real close to her and then you were about to introduce her to “mini me”
The anger finally gets to The Prince, he takes a mean punch to his reflection. He collapses along with his mirror. He lays there on the floor, still, like a statue. He begins to twitch his fingers. He makes it to his feet. His eyes burn a fire with greater heat then the sun. He now starts to chuckle. [/u]
Prince Darko I’m finally back.
The promo fades [/u]