Post by x | S.DREAMER | x on Apr 13, 2013 3:12:22 GMT -4
"When the high chance of your existence fading away glows bright, what would you do?"
A frosted mirror - that's all you see as the scene fades in from black, with exception to the yellow tiles all around it. Soon enough, a wet head is seen to engulf up the bottom of the screen, with a sprinkle of cold water following its path, hitting the front end as much as it can. The husky voice is heard once again, this time voicing out his satisfaction in the form of a low grunt, embracing the cold jet that has got his face all wet. A few words follows up right away, with the man apparently speaking out to himself in the form of a monologue, seeing how there's just none… simply none to listen out to his words.
"This world… it revolves around its axis, with both night and day having their shares of assurance that they would have their times tomorrow. This world has everything balanced to perfection. This world has everything up in proportions. You want blood? You got to spill some in order to gain some. You want to take out someone's tooth? Like that old saying goes, you need to give in one of yours instead… or even your nose if they don't you're paying out enough."
The sound of a tap being capped in is heard next, giving in the fact that the individual is done with his time in front of the sink. The noise of the water pelting against the ceramic bowl fades out, and the man begins to walk out, with the camera following him all the way. It is revealed that he has long hairs and it's tied in a pony-tail, as he decides to walk under a lamp shed that hangs from the ceiling and slowly leave the washroom. Soon enough, an untidy bedroom is seen, with a huge bed in the middle and papers all around the floor, implying that this very man isn't quite accustomed with cleaning his place at all. But then, before the camera can get a proper view for the audience, the voice once again goes on, continuing with his words of wisdom.
"I guess my due was too much for me to bear. I guess the baggage I carried turned out to be a lot that I can carry. So, what happens when you reach that dead end? You get cut off your thread and you are set to deal with your own demons. You are set off from the hands of the puppeteer that controls you around, and left to rot in hell, unless you manage to claw and nail your way back to sanctuary. You try your best to break out of your curl and try to make changes that would once again set your life right. It's what every human being do. It's what every being does to keep up with his survival. Survival of the Fittest."
The mystery man runs his hand through his tied hair for a while, setting his pony-tail right before going about his words of reason.
"I had everything, I tell you. I had everything a man can wish to be. A brother, a wife, a mother, money, cars, a proper job - I had it all really. I even were to have a child - a son to be exact, of whom I had high hopes. I had friends that no one could probably have. I have had tons of them, and a lifetime supply of fans… I never wanted to get away from the groove. I never really wanted to get away from the life that was steam-rolling the crusty way and make it a suave path for me to go across. But like I said, baggage. With every happy, harmonized life comes baggage, and there I fell, ladies and gentlemen. There I fell. There I fell, oh you voices that only I can hear. Ahh…"
Suddenly, the man falls down to his knees, holding onto his head tight, as if there was something that have been bothering the inside out of his cranium. It takes a while for the man to regain his pace, and he does it with a few heavy breathing, before continuing with his words - his words being low and solemn this time around.
"Stella… Oh lovely Stella. It's been some six years that we met at that special show at Jacksonville. I was a young man who had all the hopes in the world to do something big with what I was going on with, and you came in like a blessing. Like an angel stepping through the archway of hell, and turn it to a heaven that the hell mates just dream of. It was a shocking meet, but it turned out to be sweet. It turned out to be passionate. It turned out to be a sparking light that would color my nights with every shimmering shades of the rainbow. We were to have a child - a child that would keep on with the legacy that I would have created over the next years. Dreams, we dream a lot here now, don't we? Dreamers, aren't we all?"
The man slowly rises to his bearing and cracks his neck, before going about his words again, with his tone being a bit agitated this time around.
"But it all had to change now, isn't it? I had to take that sick bump and injure my arm. I had to get myself semi-handicapped. I had to get myself down the line for that one last time, and lose you eventually. I had to get myself down my sorrows to lose you completely. A seven letter word that I dare not say ever - divorce - had to be right around the corner. I had to lose you to that another man who simply doesn't know how to treat you right. I simply had to detach myself from everything. I had to move down to this small apartment to the smallest wretched hole I could find, so that I could rediscover myself. So that I could redefine myself. So that I could actually find who this Shawn Dreamer actually is."
The camera flips three hundred and sixty degrees this time around and reveal the man to be the former EVPW Imperial champion, the Hardcore Prince, Shawn Dreamer. Shawn simply doesn't look the same as before, as a more rugged form has taken over his visage, along with a sign of age that he cannot hide. Shawn looked into the lens for a while, with his orbs being glassed, before continuing with his words - his tone resembling that of a blowing horn across the shore, coming in from a distance.
"The Hardcore Prince, they called me. They loved to see me go around and whip the steel chairs across the back of my opponents, like I was harmonizing the seventh symphony on their spinal column. They loved to watch me dissect whoever that stepped in my way, for they knew that I was always going to be there to entertain them. They knew I would always be around. But for the past one year… for the past one year, nobody looked back to see where I was at. The promoters in Jacksonville looked around for me, for a while, until they found none of their fifty missed calls weren't going to be replied anyway, and took me in as a part of history… as someone who just took a dive down the pool and was never found again. They took me and my apparition as a classic urban myth. They took it as a curse coming straight from the tomb of Houdini. But folks, this long sabbatical… this long deal has been there to keep me alive. This little break has kept me alive, trust me. If it hadn't came in…"
Dreamer looked into the camera with a focused look this time, with a glint in his eyes saying the entire story - he's all set to give it another shot and make it all his time around.
"…I would have been a part of history for real. There's been countless suicidal plot that has been coming in and out over the months, and this little break had to be taken, for the best of all. I have no idea where Stan is at. I have no idea if he's having a child with Rachel already. I don't know if Stella is being treated right by her mister right. I don't know if Alex actually saw the glimpse of the world or actually got terminated by the knifes of abortion. I really don't know, and I don't want to know. It's a rebirthing here. It's a whole new ball game from here. But the rules? They stay the same. They stay the same… the same old hardcore rules, with a slight twist. The survival of the fittest. The strongest survives. The weakest falls. It might be a highlight reel that has been coming for long, but for me? This… this is my another shot at evading the kill switch. This is my another shot at blurring the lines and make things better once again. This is my another shot at reclaiming my home and embrace it like never - the Eagle Vision Pro Wrestling. But if I don't make it… if I really don't make it…"
The Hardcore Prince lets out a frustrated sigh, before shaking his head and mutter out the only words that can pop inside his head at this point.
"…it's the wretched hole for me this time around, for real."
Dreamer falls down to his knees and looks down at the floor, as if he could watch the golden reel of his life fly in front of his eyes, reminding him of all the good times. His fists ball up right away, with a new determination growing inside him. It's certainly a rebirth that the world wouldn't want to miss. It's certainly going to be a rebirth that EVPW wouldn't miss.
## EOT ##
OOC: First Dreamer promo in a while, and sure needs a lot of work here and there. Comments welcomed.
A frosted mirror - that's all you see as the scene fades in from black, with exception to the yellow tiles all around it. Soon enough, a wet head is seen to engulf up the bottom of the screen, with a sprinkle of cold water following its path, hitting the front end as much as it can. The husky voice is heard once again, this time voicing out his satisfaction in the form of a low grunt, embracing the cold jet that has got his face all wet. A few words follows up right away, with the man apparently speaking out to himself in the form of a monologue, seeing how there's just none… simply none to listen out to his words.
"This world… it revolves around its axis, with both night and day having their shares of assurance that they would have their times tomorrow. This world has everything balanced to perfection. This world has everything up in proportions. You want blood? You got to spill some in order to gain some. You want to take out someone's tooth? Like that old saying goes, you need to give in one of yours instead… or even your nose if they don't you're paying out enough."
The sound of a tap being capped in is heard next, giving in the fact that the individual is done with his time in front of the sink. The noise of the water pelting against the ceramic bowl fades out, and the man begins to walk out, with the camera following him all the way. It is revealed that he has long hairs and it's tied in a pony-tail, as he decides to walk under a lamp shed that hangs from the ceiling and slowly leave the washroom. Soon enough, an untidy bedroom is seen, with a huge bed in the middle and papers all around the floor, implying that this very man isn't quite accustomed with cleaning his place at all. But then, before the camera can get a proper view for the audience, the voice once again goes on, continuing with his words of wisdom.
"I guess my due was too much for me to bear. I guess the baggage I carried turned out to be a lot that I can carry. So, what happens when you reach that dead end? You get cut off your thread and you are set to deal with your own demons. You are set off from the hands of the puppeteer that controls you around, and left to rot in hell, unless you manage to claw and nail your way back to sanctuary. You try your best to break out of your curl and try to make changes that would once again set your life right. It's what every human being do. It's what every being does to keep up with his survival. Survival of the Fittest."
The mystery man runs his hand through his tied hair for a while, setting his pony-tail right before going about his words of reason.
"I had everything, I tell you. I had everything a man can wish to be. A brother, a wife, a mother, money, cars, a proper job - I had it all really. I even were to have a child - a son to be exact, of whom I had high hopes. I had friends that no one could probably have. I have had tons of them, and a lifetime supply of fans… I never wanted to get away from the groove. I never really wanted to get away from the life that was steam-rolling the crusty way and make it a suave path for me to go across. But like I said, baggage. With every happy, harmonized life comes baggage, and there I fell, ladies and gentlemen. There I fell. There I fell, oh you voices that only I can hear. Ahh…"
Suddenly, the man falls down to his knees, holding onto his head tight, as if there was something that have been bothering the inside out of his cranium. It takes a while for the man to regain his pace, and he does it with a few heavy breathing, before continuing with his words - his words being low and solemn this time around.
"Stella… Oh lovely Stella. It's been some six years that we met at that special show at Jacksonville. I was a young man who had all the hopes in the world to do something big with what I was going on with, and you came in like a blessing. Like an angel stepping through the archway of hell, and turn it to a heaven that the hell mates just dream of. It was a shocking meet, but it turned out to be sweet. It turned out to be passionate. It turned out to be a sparking light that would color my nights with every shimmering shades of the rainbow. We were to have a child - a child that would keep on with the legacy that I would have created over the next years. Dreams, we dream a lot here now, don't we? Dreamers, aren't we all?"
The man slowly rises to his bearing and cracks his neck, before going about his words again, with his tone being a bit agitated this time around.
"But it all had to change now, isn't it? I had to take that sick bump and injure my arm. I had to get myself semi-handicapped. I had to get myself down the line for that one last time, and lose you eventually. I had to get myself down my sorrows to lose you completely. A seven letter word that I dare not say ever - divorce - had to be right around the corner. I had to lose you to that another man who simply doesn't know how to treat you right. I simply had to detach myself from everything. I had to move down to this small apartment to the smallest wretched hole I could find, so that I could rediscover myself. So that I could redefine myself. So that I could actually find who this Shawn Dreamer actually is."
The camera flips three hundred and sixty degrees this time around and reveal the man to be the former EVPW Imperial champion, the Hardcore Prince, Shawn Dreamer. Shawn simply doesn't look the same as before, as a more rugged form has taken over his visage, along with a sign of age that he cannot hide. Shawn looked into the lens for a while, with his orbs being glassed, before continuing with his words - his tone resembling that of a blowing horn across the shore, coming in from a distance.
"The Hardcore Prince, they called me. They loved to see me go around and whip the steel chairs across the back of my opponents, like I was harmonizing the seventh symphony on their spinal column. They loved to watch me dissect whoever that stepped in my way, for they knew that I was always going to be there to entertain them. They knew I would always be around. But for the past one year… for the past one year, nobody looked back to see where I was at. The promoters in Jacksonville looked around for me, for a while, until they found none of their fifty missed calls weren't going to be replied anyway, and took me in as a part of history… as someone who just took a dive down the pool and was never found again. They took me and my apparition as a classic urban myth. They took it as a curse coming straight from the tomb of Houdini. But folks, this long sabbatical… this long deal has been there to keep me alive. This little break has kept me alive, trust me. If it hadn't came in…"
Dreamer looked into the camera with a focused look this time, with a glint in his eyes saying the entire story - he's all set to give it another shot and make it all his time around.
"…I would have been a part of history for real. There's been countless suicidal plot that has been coming in and out over the months, and this little break had to be taken, for the best of all. I have no idea where Stan is at. I have no idea if he's having a child with Rachel already. I don't know if Stella is being treated right by her mister right. I don't know if Alex actually saw the glimpse of the world or actually got terminated by the knifes of abortion. I really don't know, and I don't want to know. It's a rebirthing here. It's a whole new ball game from here. But the rules? They stay the same. They stay the same… the same old hardcore rules, with a slight twist. The survival of the fittest. The strongest survives. The weakest falls. It might be a highlight reel that has been coming for long, but for me? This… this is my another shot at evading the kill switch. This is my another shot at blurring the lines and make things better once again. This is my another shot at reclaiming my home and embrace it like never - the Eagle Vision Pro Wrestling. But if I don't make it… if I really don't make it…"
The Hardcore Prince lets out a frustrated sigh, before shaking his head and mutter out the only words that can pop inside his head at this point.
"…it's the wretched hole for me this time around, for real."
Dreamer falls down to his knees and looks down at the floor, as if he could watch the golden reel of his life fly in front of his eyes, reminding him of all the good times. His fists ball up right away, with a new determination growing inside him. It's certainly a rebirth that the world wouldn't want to miss. It's certainly going to be a rebirth that EVPW wouldn't miss.
## EOT ##
OOC: First Dreamer promo in a while, and sure needs a lot of work here and there. Comments welcomed.
