Post by The Antagonist on May 24, 2011 11:16:55 GMT -5
:: That all encompassing darkness covered the screens of whatever electronic device that was being used to view this particular video. Like a veil lifted from your eyes, the darkness would be swept from the screen. Just as soon as the scene was revealed, a man would be standing in the vastness of a local park. The location? Who really knew? Right next to the man would be a black metallic bench. Seated upon that bench would be another male. His head hanging low, his elbows resting on his knees, this man would be unrecognizable right off the bat, but right next to him would be a nice sized black and red portable stereo. ::
:: The man in front of the camera would be attired in a pair of black leather pants, a black t-shirt with sleeves that were torn off, frayed edges of thread shown to bring truth to this, his attire completed with a pair of black combat boots. The man seated on the bench would be attired in an outfit consisting of a pair of denim jeans, the color being a rather dark navy, his torso partially covered within the confines of a white tank top, above that would be a black leather jacket. As the second man kept his head hanging, strands of his black hair would drop, dangling in front of his lowered head. He would remain motionless as the man in front of the camera would part those lips of his, speaking finally. ::
“ This is the first...and last...time I'll be addressing you people in this form. Also...it will be the last time I address you people at all. The current mindset of the American Championship Wrestling roster is simply deplorable. Trusting in fleeting bonds of friendship...brotherhood...love. Compassion. Sickening...it really is. I have managed to get through to one or two of yourselves. That is all I can do. I have done what I was asked to do. “
“ I was asked to cause dissension within a couple people. I have accomplished my task. Now...I'm taking my leave. This will be the last time you hear from me. Some of you will be thankful...some of you will be apathetic to this. I honestly can't care what your reaction is to this. I've done what was asked of me. This man here...he is the one who has asked this of me. Why? I don't know...nor do I care. I owed him a favor...I repaid that favor. My job is done. Goodbye American Championship Wrestling. “
“ Perhaps in another life. “
:: That man would turn around before walking off into the distance, never once stopping or turning around to take a final look. Instead, the camera would pan to the side, revealing that man who sat upon the bench. Slipping his left arm off of his knee, he would reach over to the side, pressing a single button upon the stereo. This button was marked “Play.” Three electric guitar riffs would emit from those speakers...following by a set of lyrics. ::
:: That man would raise his head up, looking dead into the lens of the camera pointed at him. Those lips of his would curl up into a smirk as his eyes closed slowly. His lips parting, he uttered one...simple...phrase. ::
“ And...THAT'S the only Answer you'll ever need. “
:: With those words spoken, the scene would slowly fade back into the previous darkness. The message had been sent. ::
:: The man in front of the camera would be attired in a pair of black leather pants, a black t-shirt with sleeves that were torn off, frayed edges of thread shown to bring truth to this, his attire completed with a pair of black combat boots. The man seated on the bench would be attired in an outfit consisting of a pair of denim jeans, the color being a rather dark navy, his torso partially covered within the confines of a white tank top, above that would be a black leather jacket. As the second man kept his head hanging, strands of his black hair would drop, dangling in front of his lowered head. He would remain motionless as the man in front of the camera would part those lips of his, speaking finally. ::
“ This is the first...and last...time I'll be addressing you people in this form. Also...it will be the last time I address you people at all. The current mindset of the American Championship Wrestling roster is simply deplorable. Trusting in fleeting bonds of friendship...brotherhood...love. Compassion. Sickening...it really is. I have managed to get through to one or two of yourselves. That is all I can do. I have done what I was asked to do. “
“ I was asked to cause dissension within a couple people. I have accomplished my task. Now...I'm taking my leave. This will be the last time you hear from me. Some of you will be thankful...some of you will be apathetic to this. I honestly can't care what your reaction is to this. I've done what was asked of me. This man here...he is the one who has asked this of me. Why? I don't know...nor do I care. I owed him a favor...I repaid that favor. My job is done. Goodbye American Championship Wrestling. “
“ Perhaps in another life. “
:: That man would turn around before walking off into the distance, never once stopping or turning around to take a final look. Instead, the camera would pan to the side, revealing that man who sat upon the bench. Slipping his left arm off of his knee, he would reach over to the side, pressing a single button upon the stereo. This button was marked “Play.” Three electric guitar riffs would emit from those speakers...following by a set of lyrics. ::
I'm on the wireeee...
I'll never go downnnn....
I just-uh know..just-uh know The Answer.
[/i] [/center]I'll never go downnnn....
I just-uh know..just-uh know The Answer.
:: That man would raise his head up, looking dead into the lens of the camera pointed at him. Those lips of his would curl up into a smirk as his eyes closed slowly. His lips parting, he uttered one...simple...phrase. ::
“ And...THAT'S the only Answer you'll ever need. “
:: With those words spoken, the scene would slowly fade back into the previous darkness. The message had been sent. ::