Post by "Sick" Billy Kryenik on Jan 26, 2006 13:50:33 GMT -5
(Images of fairy and sugar plums are dancing in his head. Eyes closed, struggling within a dream. A vision of the unknown, the unusual and the unheard of, Billy Kryenik struggles in his sleep.)
{Billy is walking down an empty street. Cars riddling the each of the sides with it’s metallic glow. There is no one in sight aside from Kryenik who is stratching at his head, wandering aimlessly down the dreamy street. He looks to the left and to the right, seeing no one, wondering what is going on.}
Billy: This can’t be real.
{A meteor flies down and strikes a number of cars in front of him. He steps back slightly as the blast forces car parts to fly out everywhere.}
Billy: Yeah, this can’t be real. I’d rather be here then out there anyway.
{Out of the rubble of the meteor strike, a man with his back turned, wearing black track pants and a black Animal t-shirt stands firmly by the flame.}
Billy: Tommy?? Hey man, you’re in my dream!
{No response, no movement.}
Billy: Hey (BLEEP) face! Turn around! It’s Billy!
{Billy walks quickly towards him. Still no response as Billy turns waves his arms frantically in the air, yelling the whole way. Billy gets up to him and taps him on the shoulder. Still no response from the faux Tommy Deathrow. Billy shoves him, but doesn’t budge. Billy is pressed back a bit from the force of the push.}
Billy: Oh so that’s the way it’s going to be. You’re in MY dream, but you won’t even talk to me. What a guy. Maybe Delivery Man #1 is here too, or Illusion, or (BLEEP), maybe Chris Casino has flown in just for the dream appearance. Wake up, slut.
{Billy moves to the side of Deathrow. His face still not apparent as Billy’s face of a grim smile turns to utter disgust as he circles Deathrow. Deathrow does not appear to have a face, or even bones as he stands stiff and hard. }
Billy: Umm, where’s your face Tommy?
{The front where his face normal is, is plain skin, no eye holes or mouth or nose. Just lonely skin. His hair even cut at the same spot as normal Deathrow. Billy punches him but hurts his hand.}
Billy: Ouch, (BLEEP) man when did you get so tough? Honestly man, where is your face? You’re creeping me out here. We got this match on the 2nd with those Celtic Assassins, you better be a little livelier then this! If I have to fight the whole match again because you’re to drunk or the thought of children has given you a hard on, and you can’t come out. I’m going to kick your balls clean off.
{Billy reaches into his pockets and pulls out a black magic marker.}
Billy: How convenient.
{Billy draws two circles in place of eyes and dabs the center for the pupil. He draws a off center L for a nose, and a crooked smile.}
Billy: Jesus, you might look better like this. Maybe I should be doing your make up everyday, you scab. Hahha.. seriously. I need a real face to look at here. When I wake up, there’s a ball kicking in your future just for this whole dream deal.
{Kryenik shoves the statue of Deathrow and but he falls to the ground in a heap.}
Billy: Jesus Christ.. getting up I’m done with this garbage..
{Suddenly a big horn is heard, coinciding with engine noises. A big white cube van, similar to the one the Delivery Men were driving a week or so ago in Montana comes steam training out of the foggy distance.}
Billy: blink blink What the cock…
{The van blows it horn, it’s headed right for Deathrow. HOOOONNNNK}
Billy: oh my god.. Tommy, if that really you, you’re going to want to move here… ummm.. shit..
{The truck slams right into Tommy’s figure, grill first. But instead of Tommy flying away in bits and bites, his figure is severing the truck in two as his body is going right through the center of the truck and finally out the back.}
Billy: Whoa..
{The truck is in two pieces, one side falling into the cars at the side of the road, and the other is in flame in the middle of the road. Tommy’s character is standing firm, untouched.}
Billy: Hey man, if you this tough on Thursday I don’t think the Celtic Assassins are going to be much of a challenge. You could probably just stand there and play the ol’ rope a dope and tire them out. Subsequently I could simply stab them with a series of dinner forks and be done with them. silence, no fire noise, nothing Umm.. did I turn down the volume?
{A little white rabbit jumps out of the drivers seat of the one section of truck. Billy’s immediate reaction is to run and kick it. He does so and the rabbit flies about 50 feet.}
Billy: Ooops. heheh
{Billy blinks and the rabbit appears again, directly in front of him. Billy looks a little puzzled}
Billy: I swear I just field goal kicked you about 50 feet from here.
Rabbit: You did.
Billy: wide eyed WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!
Rabbit: I said, “You Did.”
Billy: Ok, that’s it. This dream is to (BLEEP)ed for even me. Let me out of here!
{Billy pounds on a car and punches himself in the head saying WAKE UP! over and over. The rabbit bites his leg and Billy jumps up holding the bite wound. Blood protrudes out of the small holes.}
Billy: What the hell was that for?!
Rabbit: Some hardcore legend.
Billy: Hey now, don’t take away from my credibility. Pain is pain, there’s nothing you can deny about it. It’s the amount you can tolerate.
Rabbit: True, but how do you keep going?
Billy: Now that’s something I’ve been boggled with myself. It’s either the primal instinct I’ve tapped into, or I go into this zone where reality does not exist and consequently pain is not as bad it could be. I can use my own mind to aid me.
Rabbit: You’re self destruction.
Billy: Pardon me?
Rabbit: Telling yourself something isn’t painful, is like letting your body be destroyed. You suffer the consequences later rather then now.
Billy: Yeah… ummm.. anyways. What is your deal? You look that the rabbit from the Celtic Assassins web-postings.
Rabbit: Who says i’m not?
Billy: Yeah, the Celtic Assassins have some how manipulated my mind to haunt me with a tiny little rabbit. What is this? Donnie Darko?
Rabbit: Perhaps. Perhaps its what ever you choose it to be.
Billy: Choose? I didn’t choose to see the Delivery truck get cut in half by a faceless Deathrow. I didn’t choose to have you here.
Rabbit: Perhaps you did? Perhaps I wasn’t sent by the Assassins, maybe you sent me.
Billy: Give me a break buddy. Have a coffee and a smoke on me.
{Billy flips a coin at the rabbit and it falls beside him. The Rabbit sniffs it and eats the change.}
Rabbit: I don’t smoke.
Billy: You ungrateful little shit.
{Billy picks up the rabbit and shakes him. The rabbit bites him in the hand and Billy punches it, but only hurts himself. He throws him into a car and the car gets moved a few feet from the impact.}
Billy: It’s like you’re all made of solid steel. What the hell.
Rabbit: Representation of yourself, Billy?
Billy: Look, I’m done being a philosopher. I was mad about the whole Illusion thing, and bitter. That doesn’t hold well to me when people just get up and forget about me.
Rabbit: Forget? She merely lost what she had. It was never intentional.
Billy: Look, I’m not going to stand here and listen to why this and why that happened. I’m past that, the old Billy Kryenik is back.
Rabbit: Possibly. But look further down the road, what do you see?
{Billy looks further down the road. It’s an person standing around a marry go-round device with 3 children spinning around and around. The man is dressed obscurely with with blue hair, a long blue, braided goatee and grey corduroy overalls.}
Billy: I remember that. That’s me.
Rabbit: Yeah you’re right. That WAS you.
Billy: I remember what I did there. Those poor kids didn’t have a chance.
Rabbit: Perhaps it’s not the old you that has returned.
Billy: Well, I can’t say I didn’t do some pretty shitty things when I was in my youth. Maybe I wouldn’t do that, but that doesn’t make me any less dangerous.
Rabbit: You preyed on the weak and the ignorant Billy. Your whole purpose before was scare tactics.
Billy: It worked. I won titles, I had a cult of fans. I had a wife… gulp kids, a partner.
Rabbit: Everything you had was fluff.
Billy: Look I don’t run from who I was, or who I am.
Rabbit: You ran to Alberta Billy. Why else would you be here?
Billy: You know you’re really starting to get on my nerves. I have a match I have to prepare for and you just keep hanging around, talking your ass off like a stupid rabbit would.
Rabbit: I suppose you’re a little uncomfortable with an old wound being re-openend.
Billy: Look, if all of a sudden you saw this truck get sawed in half by a statue or your best friend and a little rabbit, who talks none the less, comes out and starts telling you that you fear yourself and you do this and that. Would you be all that receptive to it? I mean think rationally here.
Rabbit: You’ve never been one to pay mind to the reality of the situation.
{Billy kicks the rabbit again, this time further down the street then before. Billy walks the opposite way, seeing a woman in a stance with hands on hips. Billy’s eyes widen as he walks towards her.}
:::to be continued:::
{Billy is walking down an empty street. Cars riddling the each of the sides with it’s metallic glow. There is no one in sight aside from Kryenik who is stratching at his head, wandering aimlessly down the dreamy street. He looks to the left and to the right, seeing no one, wondering what is going on.}
Billy: This can’t be real.
{A meteor flies down and strikes a number of cars in front of him. He steps back slightly as the blast forces car parts to fly out everywhere.}
Billy: Yeah, this can’t be real. I’d rather be here then out there anyway.
{Out of the rubble of the meteor strike, a man with his back turned, wearing black track pants and a black Animal t-shirt stands firmly by the flame.}
Billy: Tommy?? Hey man, you’re in my dream!
{No response, no movement.}
Billy: Hey (BLEEP) face! Turn around! It’s Billy!
{Billy walks quickly towards him. Still no response as Billy turns waves his arms frantically in the air, yelling the whole way. Billy gets up to him and taps him on the shoulder. Still no response from the faux Tommy Deathrow. Billy shoves him, but doesn’t budge. Billy is pressed back a bit from the force of the push.}
Billy: Oh so that’s the way it’s going to be. You’re in MY dream, but you won’t even talk to me. What a guy. Maybe Delivery Man #1 is here too, or Illusion, or (BLEEP), maybe Chris Casino has flown in just for the dream appearance. Wake up, slut.
{Billy moves to the side of Deathrow. His face still not apparent as Billy’s face of a grim smile turns to utter disgust as he circles Deathrow. Deathrow does not appear to have a face, or even bones as he stands stiff and hard. }
Billy: Umm, where’s your face Tommy?
{The front where his face normal is, is plain skin, no eye holes or mouth or nose. Just lonely skin. His hair even cut at the same spot as normal Deathrow. Billy punches him but hurts his hand.}
Billy: Ouch, (BLEEP) man when did you get so tough? Honestly man, where is your face? You’re creeping me out here. We got this match on the 2nd with those Celtic Assassins, you better be a little livelier then this! If I have to fight the whole match again because you’re to drunk or the thought of children has given you a hard on, and you can’t come out. I’m going to kick your balls clean off.
{Billy reaches into his pockets and pulls out a black magic marker.}
Billy: How convenient.
{Billy draws two circles in place of eyes and dabs the center for the pupil. He draws a off center L for a nose, and a crooked smile.}
Billy: Jesus, you might look better like this. Maybe I should be doing your make up everyday, you scab. Hahha.. seriously. I need a real face to look at here. When I wake up, there’s a ball kicking in your future just for this whole dream deal.
{Kryenik shoves the statue of Deathrow and but he falls to the ground in a heap.}
Billy: Jesus Christ.. getting up I’m done with this garbage..
{Suddenly a big horn is heard, coinciding with engine noises. A big white cube van, similar to the one the Delivery Men were driving a week or so ago in Montana comes steam training out of the foggy distance.}
Billy: blink blink What the cock…
{The van blows it horn, it’s headed right for Deathrow. HOOOONNNNK}
Billy: oh my god.. Tommy, if that really you, you’re going to want to move here… ummm.. shit..
{The truck slams right into Tommy’s figure, grill first. But instead of Tommy flying away in bits and bites, his figure is severing the truck in two as his body is going right through the center of the truck and finally out the back.}
Billy: Whoa..
{The truck is in two pieces, one side falling into the cars at the side of the road, and the other is in flame in the middle of the road. Tommy’s character is standing firm, untouched.}
Billy: Hey man, if you this tough on Thursday I don’t think the Celtic Assassins are going to be much of a challenge. You could probably just stand there and play the ol’ rope a dope and tire them out. Subsequently I could simply stab them with a series of dinner forks and be done with them. silence, no fire noise, nothing Umm.. did I turn down the volume?
{A little white rabbit jumps out of the drivers seat of the one section of truck. Billy’s immediate reaction is to run and kick it. He does so and the rabbit flies about 50 feet.}
Billy: Ooops. heheh
{Billy blinks and the rabbit appears again, directly in front of him. Billy looks a little puzzled}
Billy: I swear I just field goal kicked you about 50 feet from here.
Rabbit: You did.
Billy: wide eyed WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!
Rabbit: I said, “You Did.”
Billy: Ok, that’s it. This dream is to (BLEEP)ed for even me. Let me out of here!
{Billy pounds on a car and punches himself in the head saying WAKE UP! over and over. The rabbit bites his leg and Billy jumps up holding the bite wound. Blood protrudes out of the small holes.}
Billy: What the hell was that for?!
Rabbit: Some hardcore legend.
Billy: Hey now, don’t take away from my credibility. Pain is pain, there’s nothing you can deny about it. It’s the amount you can tolerate.
Rabbit: True, but how do you keep going?
Billy: Now that’s something I’ve been boggled with myself. It’s either the primal instinct I’ve tapped into, or I go into this zone where reality does not exist and consequently pain is not as bad it could be. I can use my own mind to aid me.
Rabbit: You’re self destruction.
Billy: Pardon me?
Rabbit: Telling yourself something isn’t painful, is like letting your body be destroyed. You suffer the consequences later rather then now.
Billy: Yeah… ummm.. anyways. What is your deal? You look that the rabbit from the Celtic Assassins web-postings.
Rabbit: Who says i’m not?
Billy: Yeah, the Celtic Assassins have some how manipulated my mind to haunt me with a tiny little rabbit. What is this? Donnie Darko?
Rabbit: Perhaps. Perhaps its what ever you choose it to be.
Billy: Choose? I didn’t choose to see the Delivery truck get cut in half by a faceless Deathrow. I didn’t choose to have you here.
Rabbit: Perhaps you did? Perhaps I wasn’t sent by the Assassins, maybe you sent me.
Billy: Give me a break buddy. Have a coffee and a smoke on me.
{Billy flips a coin at the rabbit and it falls beside him. The Rabbit sniffs it and eats the change.}
Rabbit: I don’t smoke.
Billy: You ungrateful little shit.
{Billy picks up the rabbit and shakes him. The rabbit bites him in the hand and Billy punches it, but only hurts himself. He throws him into a car and the car gets moved a few feet from the impact.}
Billy: It’s like you’re all made of solid steel. What the hell.
Rabbit: Representation of yourself, Billy?
Billy: Look, I’m done being a philosopher. I was mad about the whole Illusion thing, and bitter. That doesn’t hold well to me when people just get up and forget about me.
Rabbit: Forget? She merely lost what she had. It was never intentional.
Billy: Look, I’m not going to stand here and listen to why this and why that happened. I’m past that, the old Billy Kryenik is back.
Rabbit: Possibly. But look further down the road, what do you see?
{Billy looks further down the road. It’s an person standing around a marry go-round device with 3 children spinning around and around. The man is dressed obscurely with with blue hair, a long blue, braided goatee and grey corduroy overalls.}
Billy: I remember that. That’s me.
Rabbit: Yeah you’re right. That WAS you.
Billy: I remember what I did there. Those poor kids didn’t have a chance.
Rabbit: Perhaps it’s not the old you that has returned.
Billy: Well, I can’t say I didn’t do some pretty shitty things when I was in my youth. Maybe I wouldn’t do that, but that doesn’t make me any less dangerous.
Rabbit: You preyed on the weak and the ignorant Billy. Your whole purpose before was scare tactics.
Billy: It worked. I won titles, I had a cult of fans. I had a wife… gulp kids, a partner.
Rabbit: Everything you had was fluff.
Billy: Look I don’t run from who I was, or who I am.
Rabbit: You ran to Alberta Billy. Why else would you be here?
Billy: You know you’re really starting to get on my nerves. I have a match I have to prepare for and you just keep hanging around, talking your ass off like a stupid rabbit would.
Rabbit: I suppose you’re a little uncomfortable with an old wound being re-openend.
Billy: Look, if all of a sudden you saw this truck get sawed in half by a statue or your best friend and a little rabbit, who talks none the less, comes out and starts telling you that you fear yourself and you do this and that. Would you be all that receptive to it? I mean think rationally here.
Rabbit: You’ve never been one to pay mind to the reality of the situation.
{Billy kicks the rabbit again, this time further down the street then before. Billy walks the opposite way, seeing a woman in a stance with hands on hips. Billy’s eyes widen as he walks towards her.}
:::to be continued:::