Post by thedeadidol on Mar 12, 2007 1:51:23 GMT -5
xXx Dead Idol xXx
My mind is racing. It’s been one week since I debuted. I am far from perfect and not even my own perfect. I have shown I am not at one hundred percent. Win, lose, or draw, it doesn’t really matter to me. I’m not here to win matches.. I’m not here to lose matches. I’m here to prove something to myself. I’m here to prove that I am a survivor. I am here to show that I am not dead. I am not a vegetable. I am still alive. Self destruction is naught.
xXx Dead Idol xXx
Rain falls down and splatters aimlessly on anything and anyone in it’s path. The water shows no judgment in who it damages with it’s moisture. No xenophobia. If life was like this, the world would be better. But instead of being straight and narrow, shades of black and white, everything is a thin shade of gray. But that’s how the world works. It’s not black and white. It’s highs and lows. It’s “I’ve got your back forever but only until you need me”. It’s kick them while they’re down. This world is really unique in it’s anti-prejudice destruction. Unleash your hate into me, Mother Earth. I am the brick wall to hold the flood gates. I am the enigma that solves all puzzles. But I am dead. Death by association. Death by the will to survive. I could have been immortal, but I survived.. I could have been an icon, but I was too strong.
It’s been a week since I was released from the hospital. I returned to the one love that cannot turn on me. Professional wrestling has taken me back into it’s loving arms. The tender embrace is something that I missed. My body is still showing some effects from the months of comatose but my mind seems to be at full power. My arms and legs ache even when I have just woken. My back is in a constant state of agony. None of the fingers on my left hand bend. My voice still hasn’t returned either. The doctors say it’s a lingering effect of the damage done to my face, but the doctor is a buffoon. This is the same doctor who doubted my injury was even real when I walked in my bone marrow leaking from a gaping wound in my nose. I cannot be hurt though, because you cannot hurt the unliving. I am dead..
I’m at about 60% but I’m still better than any of my peers. I think I proved that on Felo De Se. Most people go through weeks or even months before they make it on TV. I did TV on my first night. Championship opportunities come now. This week, the first round of the New Breed tournament greets me. Chris Rodriguez.. I’ve seen this guy. I’m familiar with him. He’s not of my caliber. He wishes he could be me. But so do I.. I wish I could be me. I wish I could be me from a year ago. I wish I could go back to a time before a time. I wish I avoided that night.. But that night is now my past. The night I cannot forget sits in the past, forever reminders coming in the form of definitive scarring. The night that changed my life. X is the enemy, and I am the solution..
(speech and description are lumped together because my charecter is non-speaking, for the time being. everything is basicly thoughts.)
My mind is racing. It’s been one week since I debuted. I am far from perfect and not even my own perfect. I have shown I am not at one hundred percent. Win, lose, or draw, it doesn’t really matter to me. I’m not here to win matches.. I’m not here to lose matches. I’m here to prove something to myself. I’m here to prove that I am a survivor. I am here to show that I am not dead. I am not a vegetable. I am still alive. Self destruction is naught.
xXx Dead Idol xXx
Rain falls down and splatters aimlessly on anything and anyone in it’s path. The water shows no judgment in who it damages with it’s moisture. No xenophobia. If life was like this, the world would be better. But instead of being straight and narrow, shades of black and white, everything is a thin shade of gray. But that’s how the world works. It’s not black and white. It’s highs and lows. It’s “I’ve got your back forever but only until you need me”. It’s kick them while they’re down. This world is really unique in it’s anti-prejudice destruction. Unleash your hate into me, Mother Earth. I am the brick wall to hold the flood gates. I am the enigma that solves all puzzles. But I am dead. Death by association. Death by the will to survive. I could have been immortal, but I survived.. I could have been an icon, but I was too strong.
It’s been a week since I was released from the hospital. I returned to the one love that cannot turn on me. Professional wrestling has taken me back into it’s loving arms. The tender embrace is something that I missed. My body is still showing some effects from the months of comatose but my mind seems to be at full power. My arms and legs ache even when I have just woken. My back is in a constant state of agony. None of the fingers on my left hand bend. My voice still hasn’t returned either. The doctors say it’s a lingering effect of the damage done to my face, but the doctor is a buffoon. This is the same doctor who doubted my injury was even real when I walked in my bone marrow leaking from a gaping wound in my nose. I cannot be hurt though, because you cannot hurt the unliving. I am dead..
I’m at about 60% but I’m still better than any of my peers. I think I proved that on Felo De Se. Most people go through weeks or even months before they make it on TV. I did TV on my first night. Championship opportunities come now. This week, the first round of the New Breed tournament greets me. Chris Rodriguez.. I’ve seen this guy. I’m familiar with him. He’s not of my caliber. He wishes he could be me. But so do I.. I wish I could be me. I wish I could be me from a year ago. I wish I could go back to a time before a time. I wish I avoided that night.. But that night is now my past. The night I cannot forget sits in the past, forever reminders coming in the form of definitive scarring. The night that changed my life. X is the enemy, and I am the solution..
(speech and description are lumped together because my charecter is non-speaking, for the time being. everything is basicly thoughts.)
