Post by rockyv on Feb 9, 2008 11:21:22 GMT -5
OOC: (for reading purposes) Italics indicate thoughts. Red ones indicate thoughts that aren't Steven's. Confused yet? Well you will be when you're finished reading all this.
Peculiar enough I suppose, a house show debut, after a pay per view debut. However, it was a necessary right of passage. All in all, I'm merely happy for the chance…right?
After his little incident, it was hard to say what, if anything he was really feeling in regards to being here. This match though, was as good a way as any for him to tell everyone how he felt, without having to ever so much as open his mouth, a match which would see someone get their pink slip.
On paper, this match was relatively clear in his mind as to what to expect. Out of all the competitors in the battle royal, he was the only one that had the decency to actually show up to the events and study the rest of the roster.
Perhaps, they were training?
No, that couldn’t be it. Being from the future, K1LL3R should have already known what was going to await him. This was to be the focus of his rage, eliminating K1LL3R. After all, here was a man that wanted to rewrite history in his favor, having not gotten it right the first time. By the looks of things, spelling was still a problem for this time traveler……how on earth can he travel through the cosmos to rewrite history if he can’t even figure out how to start up a car and get himself to the arena?
Steven shook his head at the thought, sitting upright after having been awoken from these thoughts. Regardless, he just couldn’t shake the thought from his head, already; his job was in danger of being lost. Fumbling around in the darkness of his hotel room, he extended his arm out and shut off the alarm.
A slight smile came to his face with the realization that the old him would have ripped the clock from the wall and hurled it through the window into the streets below. Some good had come from Thurwood after all; he had become human again, or at least, somewhat. Every day seemed like it was a step forward, but there was always a day that brought about the other side, seemingly knocking him back down to where he started in the first place.
Is it worth it though? “Nice guys finish last”. At least for tonight’s match, that would be the best case scenario for him, to finish the match as the last man in the ring. To be the first one finished, would mean the end of the road.
Is it worth it though?
Wait, didn’t I answer that one already? No, wait. Perhaps that wasn’t quite what the mind meant.
Is being nice worth it at all?
Yes, that would be what was meant…. It was the only way. In seemingly this sea of despair that was the WFWF, arguably the world as a whole come to think of it, wouldn’t they need someone that could double as a beacon of light?
Swinging his legs over the bed he let his feet gingerly touch the floor. It was still early yet, only about four in the morning, still a good fifteen hours away from the bell time at the arena. Worse yet, the arena was only a few short blocks away, surely no reason to be up at this hour. Unless of course, you happen to be a recovering narcissist, in which case, being up at this hour would make perfect sense.
Steven had left a pair of gym shorts lying out on the back of the desk chair, tying the drawstring on them secure as he slipped his feet into the pair of running shoes that lay beside the chair’s legs.
Over, under, round and round, so you’re feet won’t touch the ground….
What? That wasn’t how the rhyme went.
He recoiled a little at the thought of it, how the barbed wire had wrapped around his neck, trying to cut off the circulation and bring the blood that should be going to his brain out into the open. Rapidly he started shaking his head, as if expecting the motion to somehow dislodge the thought out of his head.
*sigh
Over to the door he jogged, snagging a matching red tank top which he promptly put on before proceeding through the hotel room door and into the hallway. Taking an elevator to get to the streets for a run didn’t make much sense, so the stairs was the next place on his list.
Just like old times, hey Rocko?
Will you quit that already!?
You can’t fight it.
Of course I can’t, you don’t exist that’s why.
If I don’t exist, then who or what are you talking to?
But I’m not talking, I’m just thinking. This is all just a figment of my imagination.
See, that’s where you’re wrong. I’m a fragment, not a figment and you mean OUR imagination. Think about it, you got a little nostalgic there; bringing you back to the stadium training regiment now didn’t you?
Why are you doing this to me?
I could ask the same question of you now couldn’t I?
Just answer the question.
I do not, you bring this upon yourself, trying to utilize your “servant leadership” as they so adequately put it. I can’t even call you a jelly fish because at least a jellyfish will stick up for itself when provoked. All you can do is tell me to stop. If I’m not even real as you say, then what are you going to do now in the ring with a real person standing in front of you. Worse yet, 3 real people I should say.
I’ll do what Thurwood told me to do, go out there and give it my all while still being a good sport about it. These things happen for a reason, if it happens it happens, if it doesn’t then it wasn’t meant to be. It’s like that old adage about the divine plan and how we are all a small part of a bigger picture.
You know you don’t believe a word of that. Any and all faith in that sort of superstitious horsecrap died out in you a long time ago. Haven’t you learned anything? We are the creators of our own destiny, able to take the images that enter our mind and turn them into a reality by forging them with every fiber of your body. If you really want to win this battle royal, then you are going to have to destroy them.
Ha. I’d be nuts if I believed in that kind of sadistic stuff. Then I’d really have people wondering if I was okay.
Are you okay?
Of course.
Are you okay?
I…
Are you okay!?
“What happened?”
Steven came to again, his back resting against the cool morning dew of the brick wall behind him.
I’m not too sure. I was walking by and while you were running you just kind of stopped and dropped to the sidewalk as like some sort of weird whack-a-mole like thing. You really should go to the hospital and get checked out.
"No, that’s alright. It’s nothing I’m sure. Probably just a little winded is all. I really shouldn’t be so stubborn all the time. "
But Mister, you’re not even panting for air.
Placing two fingers along the inside of his neck he started checking his pulse, keeping the time with his watch……5:57am. There’s no way he had been running for that long without at least getting winded.
I thought you needed a little help. No one is a morning person, so I thought I might do some of the running for you. If you really want to thank me, just let me take over every now and again.
Peculiar enough I suppose, a house show debut, after a pay per view debut. However, it was a necessary right of passage. All in all, I'm merely happy for the chance…right?
After his little incident, it was hard to say what, if anything he was really feeling in regards to being here. This match though, was as good a way as any for him to tell everyone how he felt, without having to ever so much as open his mouth, a match which would see someone get their pink slip.
On paper, this match was relatively clear in his mind as to what to expect. Out of all the competitors in the battle royal, he was the only one that had the decency to actually show up to the events and study the rest of the roster.
Perhaps, they were training?
No, that couldn’t be it. Being from the future, K1LL3R should have already known what was going to await him. This was to be the focus of his rage, eliminating K1LL3R. After all, here was a man that wanted to rewrite history in his favor, having not gotten it right the first time. By the looks of things, spelling was still a problem for this time traveler……how on earth can he travel through the cosmos to rewrite history if he can’t even figure out how to start up a car and get himself to the arena?
Steven shook his head at the thought, sitting upright after having been awoken from these thoughts. Regardless, he just couldn’t shake the thought from his head, already; his job was in danger of being lost. Fumbling around in the darkness of his hotel room, he extended his arm out and shut off the alarm.
A slight smile came to his face with the realization that the old him would have ripped the clock from the wall and hurled it through the window into the streets below. Some good had come from Thurwood after all; he had become human again, or at least, somewhat. Every day seemed like it was a step forward, but there was always a day that brought about the other side, seemingly knocking him back down to where he started in the first place.
Is it worth it though? “Nice guys finish last”. At least for tonight’s match, that would be the best case scenario for him, to finish the match as the last man in the ring. To be the first one finished, would mean the end of the road.
Is it worth it though?
Wait, didn’t I answer that one already? No, wait. Perhaps that wasn’t quite what the mind meant.
Is being nice worth it at all?
Yes, that would be what was meant…. It was the only way. In seemingly this sea of despair that was the WFWF, arguably the world as a whole come to think of it, wouldn’t they need someone that could double as a beacon of light?
Swinging his legs over the bed he let his feet gingerly touch the floor. It was still early yet, only about four in the morning, still a good fifteen hours away from the bell time at the arena. Worse yet, the arena was only a few short blocks away, surely no reason to be up at this hour. Unless of course, you happen to be a recovering narcissist, in which case, being up at this hour would make perfect sense.
Steven had left a pair of gym shorts lying out on the back of the desk chair, tying the drawstring on them secure as he slipped his feet into the pair of running shoes that lay beside the chair’s legs.
Over, under, round and round, so you’re feet won’t touch the ground….
What? That wasn’t how the rhyme went.
He recoiled a little at the thought of it, how the barbed wire had wrapped around his neck, trying to cut off the circulation and bring the blood that should be going to his brain out into the open. Rapidly he started shaking his head, as if expecting the motion to somehow dislodge the thought out of his head.
*sigh
Over to the door he jogged, snagging a matching red tank top which he promptly put on before proceeding through the hotel room door and into the hallway. Taking an elevator to get to the streets for a run didn’t make much sense, so the stairs was the next place on his list.
Just like old times, hey Rocko?
Will you quit that already!?
You can’t fight it.
Of course I can’t, you don’t exist that’s why.
If I don’t exist, then who or what are you talking to?
But I’m not talking, I’m just thinking. This is all just a figment of my imagination.
See, that’s where you’re wrong. I’m a fragment, not a figment and you mean OUR imagination. Think about it, you got a little nostalgic there; bringing you back to the stadium training regiment now didn’t you?
Why are you doing this to me?
I could ask the same question of you now couldn’t I?
Just answer the question.
I do not, you bring this upon yourself, trying to utilize your “servant leadership” as they so adequately put it. I can’t even call you a jelly fish because at least a jellyfish will stick up for itself when provoked. All you can do is tell me to stop. If I’m not even real as you say, then what are you going to do now in the ring with a real person standing in front of you. Worse yet, 3 real people I should say.
I’ll do what Thurwood told me to do, go out there and give it my all while still being a good sport about it. These things happen for a reason, if it happens it happens, if it doesn’t then it wasn’t meant to be. It’s like that old adage about the divine plan and how we are all a small part of a bigger picture.
You know you don’t believe a word of that. Any and all faith in that sort of superstitious horsecrap died out in you a long time ago. Haven’t you learned anything? We are the creators of our own destiny, able to take the images that enter our mind and turn them into a reality by forging them with every fiber of your body. If you really want to win this battle royal, then you are going to have to destroy them.
Ha. I’d be nuts if I believed in that kind of sadistic stuff. Then I’d really have people wondering if I was okay.
Are you okay?
Of course.
Are you okay?
I…
Are you okay!?
“What happened?”
Steven came to again, his back resting against the cool morning dew of the brick wall behind him.
I’m not too sure. I was walking by and while you were running you just kind of stopped and dropped to the sidewalk as like some sort of weird whack-a-mole like thing. You really should go to the hospital and get checked out.
"No, that’s alright. It’s nothing I’m sure. Probably just a little winded is all. I really shouldn’t be so stubborn all the time. "
But Mister, you’re not even panting for air.
Placing two fingers along the inside of his neck he started checking his pulse, keeping the time with his watch……5:57am. There’s no way he had been running for that long without at least getting winded.
I thought you needed a little help. No one is a morning person, so I thought I might do some of the running for you. If you really want to thank me, just let me take over every now and again.
