Post by "Superstar" Deathrow on Jan 15, 2006 21:25:42 GMT -5
Deathrow couldn't sleep.
It was the other night and Deathrow was getting way to much sleep during the day and none at night. Like a vampire which he basically is, if you will. Deathrow sat at the hotel flicking through the channels on his television, he couldn't find anything that he really wanted to watch. He stood up and walked across to his DVD collection naked, all neatly tucked away in a plastic bag. He looks through the DVD's which are in no particular order and doesn't really want to watch any of them, besides, he's seem them all at least 5 times especially his jack Hannah zoo ones.
Deathrow strolled around his room looking for something to do. Deathrow is all alone in his small room, situated next door to some whore. Deathrow looks for some games in his closet where sometimes he has children over to play with. Oh no, wait, that’s Michael Jackson, where not just games are played with.
Deathrow reaches under his bed and pulls out a box. He opens the box and finds a couple of games, monopoly and a few others. He pushes the box back under his bed and leaves his room, he goes to the downstairs lobby and into the kitchen, sliding down the hand rail of the staircase. He stands in front of a refrigerator and looks for something to eat. He doesn't find anything. It's now 3.03 a.m. and Deathrow is officially bored. He returns to his room
Deathrow picks up his phone.
Tommy Deathrow: Hey man...
Voice: Do you know what time it is?
Tommy Deathrow: Around 3, I think.
Voice: Damn man, so what do you want?
Tommy Deathrow: Nothing really I’m not even really sure who you are.
The voice hangs up the phone has Deathrow pulls the phone away from his ears and looks at the phone as if its gone off its-self. Realizing the voice has hung up on him, he throws the phone to the ground.
Deathrow stands silent, listening for the smallest amount of sound. He stands for around a minute before snapping out of him day dream, or rather night dream. He walks over to his front door and puts on his shoes. Now his feet are covered from the ground he walks outside. Deathrow, wearing nothing more than a well worn underwear and a pair of shoes, much like a prostitute begins to walk around the ground of his shabby hotel. He fades into the darken, then back into the light, then back into darkness as he walks under security lights, then into shadows.
Deathrow thinks aloud.
Tommy Deathrow: For some reason I am finding it hard to sleep at night. Could it be due to a guilty conscience? Is all the pain and hurt I’ve caused to people in the past catching up with me? Am I worried about something? Is something playing on my mind? All these questions can only be answered by one person, me. Just like the shadows, at the moment I feel dark and dull. Maybe its due to the fact that I am not wrestling as good as I use to? But instead better. But, what’s changed? I dig deep into my mind and try to delve into what’s changed. A few things spring to mind without deep thought... My age! But, that isn’t a factor. I will be in my fifty in like 15 years and will still be beating these kids around.
What else has changed for Deathrow?
Tommy Deathrow: The competition. Well... It isn’t really getting better, or worse for that fact. It's saying pretty medi-oca. Not that I have ever really focused on anyone else. I am confident in my own ability and know that no one in the NAPW is better than me or Billy for that matter. So I thought on.
Deathrow continued to think.
Tommy Deathrow: Billy Kryenik... Some of you thought that we wouldn’t go anywhere, and I guess at this moment in time, all of you are right. Me and Kryenik haven’t hit it of as much as we thought we would. But that’s because we’ve only had one match. Once we have our chance at the NAPW Tag Team Titles you‘ll all see who the best are.
Deathrow continued to walk around.
Tommy Deathrow: Where the (BLEEP) am I. So this eight man tag team elimination match has some people interested in it? Good. Because it is here where Billy and I are sure to leave a everlasting impact on all. It’s going to be one hell of a blood bath and I promise to spill my own blood on every one. Just for the hell of it I can not wait to taste the blood of all these new people I’m going to be in the ring with. Axe and Diamond. I bet your blood taste the sweetest.
Deathrow smells the night air...
Tommy Deathrow: What a clean environment. No smell of blood and sweat. No smell the delivery boy… Vary much unlike Monday night…
Scene fades out.
Again, Deathrow couldn't find his way to the land of nod.
Instead, he found himself wondering around the confides of a place where it seems hobo hang out. He wonders, not fully clothed, but only in his underwear still. He walks around this place bare footed with a glass of whisky in his hand. He takes a sip, swilling the whisky around in his mouth, enjoying the taste. He heads over to the one and only bench in this place that is under a tree. The bench is long, long enough for Deathrows frame to lie down on.
Deathrow stares up into the sky.
Tommy Deathrow: I stare up into the sky, the night clear. The stars in the sky, brighter than the brightest light. The full moon relates to the howling I can hear. Besides that, the night is peaceful and calm. Again, I find it hard to sleep as things I cant identify, run through my mind. Maybe they hide deep in my mind or maybe they just don’t want to be found. Either way, my eyes wont close. I look over in the very far distance, and I see smoke. Probably, some scum bag children burning out a car, burning a hole in our o-zone layer. In the next few million years, the world will be no more. The sun will burn it to a crisp or ice bergs will melt submerging everything under water. But who cares? I wont be around. Only people like the delivery men and the Decapitators will be around, because bastards like him, never die.
Deathrow takes a deep breath before taking the oxygen into his lungs, he starts to cough and splutter, before sitting up, resting his elbows on his knees and resting his head in hands.
Tommy Deathrow: But, at this moment in time, I couldn’t really care less about one and two, Axe and Diamond. As long as they don’t get in my way or try to stop me or Billy when were tearing the hearts out of the partners chest. They need to just deal with the fact that its there fate to be beaten by us. To be made an example of. then everything is okay
Deathrow stands to his feet and stretches, he continues.
Tommy Deathrow: In the past I have been in countless elimination matches and I have won the vast majority of them. But I have always paid the price in one way or another whether it be injury or just forgetting what I’m doing. Now than I just remembered I have a Jack Hannah Penguin DVD i've been dying to watch. Now than I think I know what it is that will help me sleep
Deathrow starts to walk towards his hotel. Once in his room the scene fades out.
It was the other night and Deathrow was getting way to much sleep during the day and none at night. Like a vampire which he basically is, if you will. Deathrow sat at the hotel flicking through the channels on his television, he couldn't find anything that he really wanted to watch. He stood up and walked across to his DVD collection naked, all neatly tucked away in a plastic bag. He looks through the DVD's which are in no particular order and doesn't really want to watch any of them, besides, he's seem them all at least 5 times especially his jack Hannah zoo ones.
Deathrow strolled around his room looking for something to do. Deathrow is all alone in his small room, situated next door to some whore. Deathrow looks for some games in his closet where sometimes he has children over to play with. Oh no, wait, that’s Michael Jackson, where not just games are played with.
Deathrow reaches under his bed and pulls out a box. He opens the box and finds a couple of games, monopoly and a few others. He pushes the box back under his bed and leaves his room, he goes to the downstairs lobby and into the kitchen, sliding down the hand rail of the staircase. He stands in front of a refrigerator and looks for something to eat. He doesn't find anything. It's now 3.03 a.m. and Deathrow is officially bored. He returns to his room
Deathrow picks up his phone.
Tommy Deathrow: Hey man...
Voice: Do you know what time it is?
Tommy Deathrow: Around 3, I think.
Voice: Damn man, so what do you want?
Tommy Deathrow: Nothing really I’m not even really sure who you are.
The voice hangs up the phone has Deathrow pulls the phone away from his ears and looks at the phone as if its gone off its-self. Realizing the voice has hung up on him, he throws the phone to the ground.
Deathrow stands silent, listening for the smallest amount of sound. He stands for around a minute before snapping out of him day dream, or rather night dream. He walks over to his front door and puts on his shoes. Now his feet are covered from the ground he walks outside. Deathrow, wearing nothing more than a well worn underwear and a pair of shoes, much like a prostitute begins to walk around the ground of his shabby hotel. He fades into the darken, then back into the light, then back into darkness as he walks under security lights, then into shadows.
Deathrow thinks aloud.
Tommy Deathrow: For some reason I am finding it hard to sleep at night. Could it be due to a guilty conscience? Is all the pain and hurt I’ve caused to people in the past catching up with me? Am I worried about something? Is something playing on my mind? All these questions can only be answered by one person, me. Just like the shadows, at the moment I feel dark and dull. Maybe its due to the fact that I am not wrestling as good as I use to? But instead better. But, what’s changed? I dig deep into my mind and try to delve into what’s changed. A few things spring to mind without deep thought... My age! But, that isn’t a factor. I will be in my fifty in like 15 years and will still be beating these kids around.
What else has changed for Deathrow?
Tommy Deathrow: The competition. Well... It isn’t really getting better, or worse for that fact. It's saying pretty medi-oca. Not that I have ever really focused on anyone else. I am confident in my own ability and know that no one in the NAPW is better than me or Billy for that matter. So I thought on.
Deathrow continued to think.
Tommy Deathrow: Billy Kryenik... Some of you thought that we wouldn’t go anywhere, and I guess at this moment in time, all of you are right. Me and Kryenik haven’t hit it of as much as we thought we would. But that’s because we’ve only had one match. Once we have our chance at the NAPW Tag Team Titles you‘ll all see who the best are.
Deathrow continued to walk around.
Tommy Deathrow: Where the (BLEEP) am I. So this eight man tag team elimination match has some people interested in it? Good. Because it is here where Billy and I are sure to leave a everlasting impact on all. It’s going to be one hell of a blood bath and I promise to spill my own blood on every one. Just for the hell of it I can not wait to taste the blood of all these new people I’m going to be in the ring with. Axe and Diamond. I bet your blood taste the sweetest.
Deathrow smells the night air...
Tommy Deathrow: What a clean environment. No smell of blood and sweat. No smell the delivery boy… Vary much unlike Monday night…
Scene fades out.
Again, Deathrow couldn't find his way to the land of nod.
Instead, he found himself wondering around the confides of a place where it seems hobo hang out. He wonders, not fully clothed, but only in his underwear still. He walks around this place bare footed with a glass of whisky in his hand. He takes a sip, swilling the whisky around in his mouth, enjoying the taste. He heads over to the one and only bench in this place that is under a tree. The bench is long, long enough for Deathrows frame to lie down on.
Deathrow stares up into the sky.
Tommy Deathrow: I stare up into the sky, the night clear. The stars in the sky, brighter than the brightest light. The full moon relates to the howling I can hear. Besides that, the night is peaceful and calm. Again, I find it hard to sleep as things I cant identify, run through my mind. Maybe they hide deep in my mind or maybe they just don’t want to be found. Either way, my eyes wont close. I look over in the very far distance, and I see smoke. Probably, some scum bag children burning out a car, burning a hole in our o-zone layer. In the next few million years, the world will be no more. The sun will burn it to a crisp or ice bergs will melt submerging everything under water. But who cares? I wont be around. Only people like the delivery men and the Decapitators will be around, because bastards like him, never die.
Deathrow takes a deep breath before taking the oxygen into his lungs, he starts to cough and splutter, before sitting up, resting his elbows on his knees and resting his head in hands.
Tommy Deathrow: But, at this moment in time, I couldn’t really care less about one and two, Axe and Diamond. As long as they don’t get in my way or try to stop me or Billy when were tearing the hearts out of the partners chest. They need to just deal with the fact that its there fate to be beaten by us. To be made an example of. then everything is okay
Deathrow stands to his feet and stretches, he continues.
Tommy Deathrow: In the past I have been in countless elimination matches and I have won the vast majority of them. But I have always paid the price in one way or another whether it be injury or just forgetting what I’m doing. Now than I just remembered I have a Jack Hannah Penguin DVD i've been dying to watch. Now than I think I know what it is that will help me sleep
Deathrow starts to walk towards his hotel. Once in his room the scene fades out.