Post by immortal on Dec 20, 2005 21:14:22 GMT -5
[fade up]
A dark room. The Immortal's whispering voice can be heard.
::Immortal:: What is wrong with me? I am not who I should be. . . Why do I do the things I do. . .? Should I not be who I am? The Immortal? Should I be someone else. . .?
There is a long pause. The Immortal let's out a sigh and turns the light on. He is back in the room with the blood covered white walls. Back in the corner, with his eyes closed. But there is no telephone. Only a Wolfram P2K 9mm handgun.
::Immortal:: (no longer whispering) Am I hated? Am I not wanted? Can I improve? I can not answer any of these questions. . . I can not even answer the question: "Who am I?". . .
The Immortal opens his eyes and looks up at the camera.
::Immortal:: But maybe I can improve. Maybe I should be The Immortal. . . Maybe. . . maybe I could. . .
The Immortal puts his head in his hands. He then takes the gun by the handle and taps it against his head.
::Immortal:: (whispering) Maybe. . . maybe. . . maybe. . .
He cocks the gun with his thumb. Aims it at his hand and fires. A large hole is shot through his hand, and blue blood drips to the floor. He looks at his hand as though he were studying an ancient artifact. The Immortal takes his hand, and wipes it on the wall creating a long blue blood stain. Then, he shows his hands to the camera, palms up.
::Immortal:: Look at my hands. Look at the blood that flows from my veins! Look at the color of my blood!
The Immortal looks down at his hand and then puts them away, as though he couldn't bare to see them.
::Immortal:: I thought I was better than a losing streak. As I sit here, as I have been doing since Monday Night Fights, I think about the truth. I think about who I am, and who I could be. I realized something about myself. I am an immortal. Something everyone says they are in this buisiness. Everyone claims to be an immortal. I am an immortal. One quality nobody has in this buisiness but me.
The Immortal leans his head back and laughs.
::Immortal:: It's funny whenyou think about it. Technique, Khaos, hell even Mirage thought that he could never die. You have no idea how much of a burden immortality is.
The Immortal puts his index finger and thumb between his eyes as he shakes his head.
::Immortal:: Immortality is not a gift. It is a curse. All of you out there who think they are immortal for their winning streak. But even winning streaks end. Look at me! My winning streak ended. After three wins! THREE. MISERABLE. WINS.
The Immortal stands and walks towards the camera.
::Immortal:: But don't wish you were immortal. Because being an immortal is not fun. Not fun at all. And I want to prove that immortality pays a price.
The Immortal looks away from the camera briefly.
::Immortal:: For Monday Night Fights on January 2nd 2006, I am calling out everyone in the business. I am calling out everyone for a huge Royal Rumble Elimination Match. Rules? Quite simple:
One at a time, all of the superstars in NAPW enter the ring, in order of rankings from bottom to top. Only one at a time, until one challenger is either pinned, submitted, or thrown over the tope rope. Match coninues until only one superstar is left standing.
Any objections? No? Good.
The Immortal looks at someone behind the camera and shakes his head.
[fade out]
A dark room. The Immortal's whispering voice can be heard.
::Immortal:: What is wrong with me? I am not who I should be. . . Why do I do the things I do. . .? Should I not be who I am? The Immortal? Should I be someone else. . .?
There is a long pause. The Immortal let's out a sigh and turns the light on. He is back in the room with the blood covered white walls. Back in the corner, with his eyes closed. But there is no telephone. Only a Wolfram P2K 9mm handgun.
::Immortal:: (no longer whispering) Am I hated? Am I not wanted? Can I improve? I can not answer any of these questions. . . I can not even answer the question: "Who am I?". . .
The Immortal opens his eyes and looks up at the camera.
::Immortal:: But maybe I can improve. Maybe I should be The Immortal. . . Maybe. . . maybe I could. . .
The Immortal puts his head in his hands. He then takes the gun by the handle and taps it against his head.
::Immortal:: (whispering) Maybe. . . maybe. . . maybe. . .
He cocks the gun with his thumb. Aims it at his hand and fires. A large hole is shot through his hand, and blue blood drips to the floor. He looks at his hand as though he were studying an ancient artifact. The Immortal takes his hand, and wipes it on the wall creating a long blue blood stain. Then, he shows his hands to the camera, palms up.
::Immortal:: Look at my hands. Look at the blood that flows from my veins! Look at the color of my blood!
The Immortal looks down at his hand and then puts them away, as though he couldn't bare to see them.
::Immortal:: I thought I was better than a losing streak. As I sit here, as I have been doing since Monday Night Fights, I think about the truth. I think about who I am, and who I could be. I realized something about myself. I am an immortal. Something everyone says they are in this buisiness. Everyone claims to be an immortal. I am an immortal. One quality nobody has in this buisiness but me.
The Immortal leans his head back and laughs.
::Immortal:: It's funny whenyou think about it. Technique, Khaos, hell even Mirage thought that he could never die. You have no idea how much of a burden immortality is.
The Immortal puts his index finger and thumb between his eyes as he shakes his head.
::Immortal:: Immortality is not a gift. It is a curse. All of you out there who think they are immortal for their winning streak. But even winning streaks end. Look at me! My winning streak ended. After three wins! THREE. MISERABLE. WINS.
The Immortal stands and walks towards the camera.
::Immortal:: But don't wish you were immortal. Because being an immortal is not fun. Not fun at all. And I want to prove that immortality pays a price.
The Immortal looks away from the camera briefly.
::Immortal:: For Monday Night Fights on January 2nd 2006, I am calling out everyone in the business. I am calling out everyone for a huge Royal Rumble Elimination Match. Rules? Quite simple:
One at a time, all of the superstars in NAPW enter the ring, in order of rankings from bottom to top. Only one at a time, until one challenger is either pinned, submitted, or thrown over the tope rope. Match coninues until only one superstar is left standing.
Any objections? No? Good.
The Immortal looks at someone behind the camera and shakes his head.
[fade out]