Post by "Superstar" Deathrow on Feb 3, 2006 17:00:45 GMT -5
scense opens up with Deathrow sitting at a table writing in a book
just had to let you know because I don’t always let it show. You give me needed room to grow and I just had to tell you so. You fill me up, you’re in my veins and a look could take my breath away. And all these things, you give away sometimes I take for granted. It’s just like poetry inside to hear you breathing by my side. Like I’m in heaven and I’ve died so glad you’re with me for this ride. Authority is the ride to hell… a journey hard to surpass. I see your eager faces to start Monday morning to make all my bad dreams go away and all the stupid games we play wouldn’t have that any other way. I heard today that you were gone and I had to stop and sing along. The song they played to say goodbye, a song that gave me back life.
Don’t be so obnoxious “Static” and “Dudes” because I’ll never fade. You’ll fade, the words you gave is the life that I have saved. The words you both said, you made me feel like they were for me. The words you both said, they will always be a part of me. The words you both said, you made me feel like I was not alone. The words you both said, you gave me all the strength to carry on. So to me, I’ll never fade, your life you gave me and saved me because your names become nameless and scratched off the surface. This is inhumane maybe but we all know the prices, the consequences of the Tag Team titles. The blood, the sweat and every drop of tears go into those titles and I will once again shed a tear, shred some skin and break a tear just to have a chance at something that means so much to me and my fellow Doomriders. Once we beat Static and his buddies the Dudes and show we are a team a group of freaks that can not be stopped.
What has happened to the three of you? It’s obvious you’ve changed… You know What I’m talking about… and something deep inside the three of you is probably to blame. Must be lonely up there with your heads up in the clouds and even though you got there, what does your conscience tell either of you now? It’s never the same on the way down so how does it feel when your feet finally hit the ground? When all of your bridges aren’t around and the barricades fall down you’ll find out Monday. all I see is your walls crumbling down. You had us all sitting right there in your hand but you had to fall because that’s how this life is. I have got your fingers burned and by burning the candles at both ends, now the tables have turned. And now your demons are your friends and so now I question what you’re going to do now. Everything has gone up with the three of you and you believe the shit you say is true. But everybody’s on all of you because life remembers everything you do. Your karmas have caught up with you now.
The monster you three are about to feed and your lack of perception. The things you will do to fulfill addictions and the light at the end of your tunnels is closing. What is it that you are all afraid of? Does anything even make you tick? Are you afraid of the exposure and would you give it all up for what’s there for the taking. Whatever it takes to keep your hands from shaking the same things you’re thinking might make you feel better. The same things that probably got you all here. Just try to understand this isn’t what I planned. This ride’s out of my hands so now I’m forced to be something I can not be. If only I could make you three see that tonight I’m alive and I’ve watched you all grow up and so have I. Inside, this isn’t really what I have in mind and I no longer relate to this world of hate. That’s forced upon my plate because I tend to disagree. I hope it’s not just me, alone if only I could make either one of you just see and taste.
Well I just don’t know what to say because there’s truth to what you say. I know it kills you and I’m this way. There’s something different everyday and it could be that I never had the chance to grow inside. Could it all be that my habit is to find a place to hide? Could it be that sometimes I say things just to disagree? Could it be that I’m only being me, a cold-hearted bastard. Not easy living in my mind, a little peace is hard to find and my every thought is undermined by all the history inside. I know I hear the words you all say over and over again and I just can’t get them through my head. There’s just too many voices as it must be like living with the dead. Waiting for me to begin to manifest and to do things that I have said and for this I am truly sorry. So there’s some truth to what I say?
Live in my head for just one day and I see myself and look away. The road is showing now on my face and soon I’ll disappear, I’ll disappear without a fuking trace. Faces that I’ve seen turn old and gray and I’ve lost too many friends along the way. Memories I never thought would fade. They fade and blow away and I wish that I could disappear and unzip my skin. And leave it here so I could be no one again and never let anybody in. So now the walls are closing in because in life you sink or swim. So sometimes these shoes don’t reel willable in my head and it just feels like an unwritten book that can’t be read. I am torn, I am broken… I am damaged and I feel insecure but after Monday night I will feel comfortable.
End of scene
-[Jet engines are heard blaring in the background to open up the scenery as soaring through the sky is an airplane just taking off. The cameras switch places and we are now inside the aircraft where the flight attendants are giving the usual instructions on take off and in case of any fire hazards. There is a disruptive crowd of people acquainted at the back, obviously filled up on the infamous alcohol. The flight attendants take care of the roaring crowd as they pass Tommy Deathrow who is strapped tightly. He seems calm and relaxed after putting his personal belongings in safe keeping as the announcement is made that they will arrive in somewhere, Alberta, Canada in a couple of hours. Tommy Deathrow smiles with pleasure and soon turns to the cameras and speaks.]-
Tommy Deathrow: A few hours before I arrive in the very location where the souls of Static and The Dudes. disperse into the darkness. Covered in the shadows as there bodies are consumed by me, their controller. You can not predict the future “Dudes” and neither can you Static. But I can see the future with my majestic experiences and let me tell you three now… it will be a cold day in hell for the three of you. So wrap up warm, I hear it will be a hell of an unpleasant trip.
-[He smiles at the last words of his opening comment. Tommy Deathrow brushes his hands smoothly through his hair and raises his hand in the air. Someone immediately attends him as he asks for a cup of whiskey. The woman he asks politely smiles sweetly and walks off as he continues.]-
Tommy Deathrow: Do you know where we are heading any of you? Hellfire in Brimstone that’s where…Bitches. and believe me it will not be a welcome stay. It is time we finally settled the score and solve the riddles. A question that has a simple answer. The question on everyone’s minds is: “who is the most liable leaders for the New Alberta Pro?” Well the answer is rather obvious Doomriders that’s Who. Were the number ones around this place and were about to prove it.
-[The woman comes back with Tommy Deathrow’s requested cup of whiskey. She smiles once again as he gives her a wink and she walks back to the front of the airplane. The “Demented one” takes a sip of the whisky to clear his throat and soon speaks again to address the Doomriders opponents and the buzzing crowd back at home.]-
Tommy Deathrow: Marching into battle against three well-respected athletes two that are believed to be two eligible leaders for the battle for the Tag team gold. and I must say I agree with those comments. Well not really Because one thing is standing in the way of those theory’s and that is this road block right here. That being me one day and these fists, which I will likely vent up in pain. The anger is burning inside of me and this doesn’t bode well for either Static nor The Dudes. What makes me so sure of this you might be wonder? Well look at you? Jesus your all pathetic. You need to be more like the Doomriders and be normal. Plus after all we did beat you down before. I know your thinking (BLEEP)s this guy even talking about to begin with but you know. Your really do. So Static plus two be warned for this is just the beginning of what’s to come sleep tight little ones because the Doomriders are running around looking for you. Wanting to taste the blood of new opponents. Just thinking about it gets my heart pumping and skin pulsing. All I know is this is going to be real good.
“An announcement comes over the speakers and the Pilot announces that there about to land cutting Deathrow short”
just had to let you know because I don’t always let it show. You give me needed room to grow and I just had to tell you so. You fill me up, you’re in my veins and a look could take my breath away. And all these things, you give away sometimes I take for granted. It’s just like poetry inside to hear you breathing by my side. Like I’m in heaven and I’ve died so glad you’re with me for this ride. Authority is the ride to hell… a journey hard to surpass. I see your eager faces to start Monday morning to make all my bad dreams go away and all the stupid games we play wouldn’t have that any other way. I heard today that you were gone and I had to stop and sing along. The song they played to say goodbye, a song that gave me back life.
Don’t be so obnoxious “Static” and “Dudes” because I’ll never fade. You’ll fade, the words you gave is the life that I have saved. The words you both said, you made me feel like they were for me. The words you both said, they will always be a part of me. The words you both said, you made me feel like I was not alone. The words you both said, you gave me all the strength to carry on. So to me, I’ll never fade, your life you gave me and saved me because your names become nameless and scratched off the surface. This is inhumane maybe but we all know the prices, the consequences of the Tag Team titles. The blood, the sweat and every drop of tears go into those titles and I will once again shed a tear, shred some skin and break a tear just to have a chance at something that means so much to me and my fellow Doomriders. Once we beat Static and his buddies the Dudes and show we are a team a group of freaks that can not be stopped.
What has happened to the three of you? It’s obvious you’ve changed… You know What I’m talking about… and something deep inside the three of you is probably to blame. Must be lonely up there with your heads up in the clouds and even though you got there, what does your conscience tell either of you now? It’s never the same on the way down so how does it feel when your feet finally hit the ground? When all of your bridges aren’t around and the barricades fall down you’ll find out Monday. all I see is your walls crumbling down. You had us all sitting right there in your hand but you had to fall because that’s how this life is. I have got your fingers burned and by burning the candles at both ends, now the tables have turned. And now your demons are your friends and so now I question what you’re going to do now. Everything has gone up with the three of you and you believe the shit you say is true. But everybody’s on all of you because life remembers everything you do. Your karmas have caught up with you now.
The monster you three are about to feed and your lack of perception. The things you will do to fulfill addictions and the light at the end of your tunnels is closing. What is it that you are all afraid of? Does anything even make you tick? Are you afraid of the exposure and would you give it all up for what’s there for the taking. Whatever it takes to keep your hands from shaking the same things you’re thinking might make you feel better. The same things that probably got you all here. Just try to understand this isn’t what I planned. This ride’s out of my hands so now I’m forced to be something I can not be. If only I could make you three see that tonight I’m alive and I’ve watched you all grow up and so have I. Inside, this isn’t really what I have in mind and I no longer relate to this world of hate. That’s forced upon my plate because I tend to disagree. I hope it’s not just me, alone if only I could make either one of you just see and taste.
Well I just don’t know what to say because there’s truth to what you say. I know it kills you and I’m this way. There’s something different everyday and it could be that I never had the chance to grow inside. Could it all be that my habit is to find a place to hide? Could it be that sometimes I say things just to disagree? Could it be that I’m only being me, a cold-hearted bastard. Not easy living in my mind, a little peace is hard to find and my every thought is undermined by all the history inside. I know I hear the words you all say over and over again and I just can’t get them through my head. There’s just too many voices as it must be like living with the dead. Waiting for me to begin to manifest and to do things that I have said and for this I am truly sorry. So there’s some truth to what I say?
Live in my head for just one day and I see myself and look away. The road is showing now on my face and soon I’ll disappear, I’ll disappear without a fuking trace. Faces that I’ve seen turn old and gray and I’ve lost too many friends along the way. Memories I never thought would fade. They fade and blow away and I wish that I could disappear and unzip my skin. And leave it here so I could be no one again and never let anybody in. So now the walls are closing in because in life you sink or swim. So sometimes these shoes don’t reel willable in my head and it just feels like an unwritten book that can’t be read. I am torn, I am broken… I am damaged and I feel insecure but after Monday night I will feel comfortable.
End of scene
-[Jet engines are heard blaring in the background to open up the scenery as soaring through the sky is an airplane just taking off. The cameras switch places and we are now inside the aircraft where the flight attendants are giving the usual instructions on take off and in case of any fire hazards. There is a disruptive crowd of people acquainted at the back, obviously filled up on the infamous alcohol. The flight attendants take care of the roaring crowd as they pass Tommy Deathrow who is strapped tightly. He seems calm and relaxed after putting his personal belongings in safe keeping as the announcement is made that they will arrive in somewhere, Alberta, Canada in a couple of hours. Tommy Deathrow smiles with pleasure and soon turns to the cameras and speaks.]-
Tommy Deathrow: A few hours before I arrive in the very location where the souls of Static and The Dudes. disperse into the darkness. Covered in the shadows as there bodies are consumed by me, their controller. You can not predict the future “Dudes” and neither can you Static. But I can see the future with my majestic experiences and let me tell you three now… it will be a cold day in hell for the three of you. So wrap up warm, I hear it will be a hell of an unpleasant trip.
-[He smiles at the last words of his opening comment. Tommy Deathrow brushes his hands smoothly through his hair and raises his hand in the air. Someone immediately attends him as he asks for a cup of whiskey. The woman he asks politely smiles sweetly and walks off as he continues.]-
Tommy Deathrow: Do you know where we are heading any of you? Hellfire in Brimstone that’s where…Bitches. and believe me it will not be a welcome stay. It is time we finally settled the score and solve the riddles. A question that has a simple answer. The question on everyone’s minds is: “who is the most liable leaders for the New Alberta Pro?” Well the answer is rather obvious Doomriders that’s Who. Were the number ones around this place and were about to prove it.
-[The woman comes back with Tommy Deathrow’s requested cup of whiskey. She smiles once again as he gives her a wink and she walks back to the front of the airplane. The “Demented one” takes a sip of the whisky to clear his throat and soon speaks again to address the Doomriders opponents and the buzzing crowd back at home.]-
Tommy Deathrow: Marching into battle against three well-respected athletes two that are believed to be two eligible leaders for the battle for the Tag team gold. and I must say I agree with those comments. Well not really Because one thing is standing in the way of those theory’s and that is this road block right here. That being me one day and these fists, which I will likely vent up in pain. The anger is burning inside of me and this doesn’t bode well for either Static nor The Dudes. What makes me so sure of this you might be wonder? Well look at you? Jesus your all pathetic. You need to be more like the Doomriders and be normal. Plus after all we did beat you down before. I know your thinking (BLEEP)s this guy even talking about to begin with but you know. Your really do. So Static plus two be warned for this is just the beginning of what’s to come sleep tight little ones because the Doomriders are running around looking for you. Wanting to taste the blood of new opponents. Just thinking about it gets my heart pumping and skin pulsing. All I know is this is going to be real good.
“An announcement comes over the speakers and the Pilot announces that there about to land cutting Deathrow short”