Post by cureforthesickness on Dec 16, 2006 17:23:56 GMT -5
A little girl’s bedroom. The walls are painted with an adorable flower pattern lining just at knee level of an average man. Toys line the floor in a random matter with blocks being scattered everywhere and bouncy balls everywhere that blocks aren’t. Amidst the sea of toy box carnage is an unusual scene. There is a nicely made bed, pink ruffles laying low to the floor, held down by red and yellow building blocks. The bed looks extremely cozy, so cozy that a set of adult legs dangle down loosely. These legs are covered by a pair of baggy blue lounge pants, looking perfectly content as they dangle from the bed. Upwards we look, and we see the lounge pants connect to an equally comfortable looking broken in Ozzy Osbourne t-shirt. The man sitting on the bed sports a small goatee with a matching five o’clock shadow. He holds a brightly colored book in his hands. A small girl lays behind him slightly, her legs stretched out underneath the sheets of the bed. This coupling is obviously a father/daughter relationship. The daughter could not be more than five years old. The father slowly opens the book, the cover showing off nicely with a glittering gold title of “The Brave Knight”. The father begins to read this book to his daughter.
Father: Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was an evil king. This king was SO evil that he would often kill people in his own village. If someone did not agree with this evil king, they would be slaughtered in the middle of the town.
Daughter: That’s not very nice!
Father: As time passed, the evil king grew more and more evil. He thought he was destined for greatness because of path he was leading, but it was not meant to be. In a land far, far away from the evil king’s Kingdom, not so far from here, lived a brave knight.
Daughter: Does the brave knight have a little princess?
Father: Yes honey, the brave knight has a beautiful little princess.
The little girl smiles and adjusts her head on the plush pillow she lies on.
Father: This brave. Brave knight heard of what was going on in the evil king’s kingdom and decided he needed to do something about it. He packed up his belongings and kissed the beautiful princess goodbye..
He leans over and kisses the little girl on the forehead, pulling a giggle from her little frame.
Father: And headed off. For he was after the evil king and he would not stop until the king’s reign of terror was over.
The little girl sits up in her bed and forces the book closed. She looks at her elder who is still sitting on the bed.
Daughter: Goodnight daddy..
The father stands up, walking over to the crowded dresser and placing the book on the shelf among a sea of toys. He shuts off the light to the room with a top switch while flicking the bottom switch in the process to turn on the nightlight. A cartoon character night light comes on towards the bottom of the dresser, giving the room an elegant glow. The father takes one more look at his daughter, who has now closed her eyes and is lying peacefully in her bed. With one last glance, the father turns away and leaves the room. Now with proper lighting, we can see this gentle being’s face. It is a face we recognize, but not in this sort of scenario. This face should be covered with messy hair and a crimson mask, not reading glasses. This man is almost unrecognizable in his current state, but the thick layer of scar tissue on his forehead gives away who he is. This is Obo, behind the character. He walks down the hallway from his daughter’s bedroom, stepping onto the nice shag carpeting gently, not wanting to make a loud noise as he walks. His bare feet look very comfortable as walks on the fluffy carpeting.
Obo: If only I could have finished the story. I’m sure it had a happy ending..
Obo walks down the hall way peacefully. As he steps, he passes by several framed pictures on the walls, all of the little girl he just read the story to. From the earliest date possible, being the day she was born, all the way up to her current state and all in between. This wall highlights every birthday, every Christmas, and several other assorted photos. Obo continues down the long hallway before finding one photo that particularly grabs his eye. His daughter is sitting on a brown couch, no more than two years old, and she has the WFWF Tag Team titles burying her. One belt is over her waist and one over her arms. She has a huge grin on her face, because just at the end of the frame is Percy. His hair is tied back in a neat pony tail and he has a downright goofy look on his face, the obvious source of the child’s laughter. Obo looks at the picture and it draws a rare smile from him. This smile is cut short when he continues down the hallway, entering the master bed room. Hanging on the wall of this bedroom in a nice book case is the former WFWF Ham Shank championship, Obo’s custom version of it. The title is no longer in use so Obo framed it. He looks deep at this belt with a glare almost lost in thought.
(thought) That belt.. Those times.. When I was a champion.. When I was representing the entire federation and I was the place holder. How times have changed. The king of the world to the opening match, right back up to the main event. I’m on a f*cking roller coaster. I want to get off.. Maybe the WFWF championship can normalize me.. Is a championship what is needed to stabilize my life? Is a big hunk of gold what I crave so much? Do I really need a belt to define me? F*CK!
These inner thoughts quickly boil over into external thoughts and physical motion. This motion is Obo punching the wall in his room. His hand hits the dry-wall wall hard and goes right through it. Dust flies out of the wall as Obo pulls his hand out. He’s got several small cuts on his hand from the explosion of the dry wall and two rather large cuts. A quick clamoring of footsteps is heard down the hallway and the door to the bedroom flies open. Entering through the door is the little girl, a worried look on her face.
Little Girl: DADDY! ARE YOU OKAY!! I HEAR’ED A LOUD BOOM!!
Obo: Yes honey, daddy’s okay..
The little girl does not take this answer as the truth and she grabs her father by his hand.
Little Girl: Daddy, you has a boo-boo on your hand..
Obo: I’ll be okay..
Little girl: No, you need a band-aid!
With that, the little girl grabs Obo by the hand and drags him out of the room. She is holding onto his bleeding hand and his blood is running onto her hand. Normally, this would scare a little girl, seeing her father bleeding like this, but she has been desensitized by it. For several years now, she’s seen her father beat and battered and she’s to the point where the blood does not even bother her. The pair reach the bathroom and the little girl quickly opens up a band-aid box. She makes quick work of the wrapper and covers Obo’s wound with a brown band-aid.
Little Girl: There you go!
The little girl kisses the newly applied bandage.
Little Girl: All better!
Obo looks at his hand and goes into another deep thought.
(thought) Why do I put her through this? Why do I make her see her dad bleeding an injured? Why do I make her go through this? Is my own personal fame and fortune really worth putting her through this hell? More importantly, is a championship belt really worth the fact that I will be in a wheel chair by the time I am 35? Yes. Yes it is. It’s worth it all. The championship, the fame, the fortune, the booze, the drugs, the women, it’s all worth it. I’m a self centered son of a bitch.
The little girl pauses for a moment to look up at her father. He is still deep in his train of thought. She cocks her head in a confused way as her father stares at the wall angered.
Little Girl: I’m going back to bed daddy..
These words seem to flow right off of Obo, not even puncturing his train of thought.
(thought) Calvin.. Calvin Lee.. The little piece of sh*t that wouldn’t wrestle me in the cage…
The line between thought and reality becomes blurred for Obo and he blurts out the final bit of his thought.
Obo: F*ck Calvin Lee..
His daughter turns around, hearing this outburst. With little hesitation, she looks at her father and responds.
Little Girl: Yeah, f*ck Calvin Lee!
Obo lets out a laugh at his daughter’s innocent comment. She wants to be so much like her daddy. Little does she know, she’s more like him than she could ever know…
Father: Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was an evil king. This king was SO evil that he would often kill people in his own village. If someone did not agree with this evil king, they would be slaughtered in the middle of the town.
Daughter: That’s not very nice!
Father: As time passed, the evil king grew more and more evil. He thought he was destined for greatness because of path he was leading, but it was not meant to be. In a land far, far away from the evil king’s Kingdom, not so far from here, lived a brave knight.
Daughter: Does the brave knight have a little princess?
Father: Yes honey, the brave knight has a beautiful little princess.
The little girl smiles and adjusts her head on the plush pillow she lies on.
Father: This brave. Brave knight heard of what was going on in the evil king’s kingdom and decided he needed to do something about it. He packed up his belongings and kissed the beautiful princess goodbye..
He leans over and kisses the little girl on the forehead, pulling a giggle from her little frame.
Father: And headed off. For he was after the evil king and he would not stop until the king’s reign of terror was over.
The little girl sits up in her bed and forces the book closed. She looks at her elder who is still sitting on the bed.
Daughter: Goodnight daddy..
The father stands up, walking over to the crowded dresser and placing the book on the shelf among a sea of toys. He shuts off the light to the room with a top switch while flicking the bottom switch in the process to turn on the nightlight. A cartoon character night light comes on towards the bottom of the dresser, giving the room an elegant glow. The father takes one more look at his daughter, who has now closed her eyes and is lying peacefully in her bed. With one last glance, the father turns away and leaves the room. Now with proper lighting, we can see this gentle being’s face. It is a face we recognize, but not in this sort of scenario. This face should be covered with messy hair and a crimson mask, not reading glasses. This man is almost unrecognizable in his current state, but the thick layer of scar tissue on his forehead gives away who he is. This is Obo, behind the character. He walks down the hallway from his daughter’s bedroom, stepping onto the nice shag carpeting gently, not wanting to make a loud noise as he walks. His bare feet look very comfortable as walks on the fluffy carpeting.
Obo: If only I could have finished the story. I’m sure it had a happy ending..
Obo walks down the hall way peacefully. As he steps, he passes by several framed pictures on the walls, all of the little girl he just read the story to. From the earliest date possible, being the day she was born, all the way up to her current state and all in between. This wall highlights every birthday, every Christmas, and several other assorted photos. Obo continues down the long hallway before finding one photo that particularly grabs his eye. His daughter is sitting on a brown couch, no more than two years old, and she has the WFWF Tag Team titles burying her. One belt is over her waist and one over her arms. She has a huge grin on her face, because just at the end of the frame is Percy. His hair is tied back in a neat pony tail and he has a downright goofy look on his face, the obvious source of the child’s laughter. Obo looks at the picture and it draws a rare smile from him. This smile is cut short when he continues down the hallway, entering the master bed room. Hanging on the wall of this bedroom in a nice book case is the former WFWF Ham Shank championship, Obo’s custom version of it. The title is no longer in use so Obo framed it. He looks deep at this belt with a glare almost lost in thought.
(thought) That belt.. Those times.. When I was a champion.. When I was representing the entire federation and I was the place holder. How times have changed. The king of the world to the opening match, right back up to the main event. I’m on a f*cking roller coaster. I want to get off.. Maybe the WFWF championship can normalize me.. Is a championship what is needed to stabilize my life? Is a big hunk of gold what I crave so much? Do I really need a belt to define me? F*CK!
These inner thoughts quickly boil over into external thoughts and physical motion. This motion is Obo punching the wall in his room. His hand hits the dry-wall wall hard and goes right through it. Dust flies out of the wall as Obo pulls his hand out. He’s got several small cuts on his hand from the explosion of the dry wall and two rather large cuts. A quick clamoring of footsteps is heard down the hallway and the door to the bedroom flies open. Entering through the door is the little girl, a worried look on her face.
Little Girl: DADDY! ARE YOU OKAY!! I HEAR’ED A LOUD BOOM!!
Obo: Yes honey, daddy’s okay..
The little girl does not take this answer as the truth and she grabs her father by his hand.
Little Girl: Daddy, you has a boo-boo on your hand..
Obo: I’ll be okay..
Little girl: No, you need a band-aid!
With that, the little girl grabs Obo by the hand and drags him out of the room. She is holding onto his bleeding hand and his blood is running onto her hand. Normally, this would scare a little girl, seeing her father bleeding like this, but she has been desensitized by it. For several years now, she’s seen her father beat and battered and she’s to the point where the blood does not even bother her. The pair reach the bathroom and the little girl quickly opens up a band-aid box. She makes quick work of the wrapper and covers Obo’s wound with a brown band-aid.
Little Girl: There you go!
The little girl kisses the newly applied bandage.
Little Girl: All better!
Obo looks at his hand and goes into another deep thought.
(thought) Why do I put her through this? Why do I make her see her dad bleeding an injured? Why do I make her go through this? Is my own personal fame and fortune really worth putting her through this hell? More importantly, is a championship belt really worth the fact that I will be in a wheel chair by the time I am 35? Yes. Yes it is. It’s worth it all. The championship, the fame, the fortune, the booze, the drugs, the women, it’s all worth it. I’m a self centered son of a bitch.
The little girl pauses for a moment to look up at her father. He is still deep in his train of thought. She cocks her head in a confused way as her father stares at the wall angered.
Little Girl: I’m going back to bed daddy..
These words seem to flow right off of Obo, not even puncturing his train of thought.
(thought) Calvin.. Calvin Lee.. The little piece of sh*t that wouldn’t wrestle me in the cage…
The line between thought and reality becomes blurred for Obo and he blurts out the final bit of his thought.
Obo: F*ck Calvin Lee..
His daughter turns around, hearing this outburst. With little hesitation, she looks at her father and responds.
Little Girl: Yeah, f*ck Calvin Lee!
Obo lets out a laugh at his daughter’s innocent comment. She wants to be so much like her daddy. Little does she know, she’s more like him than she could ever know…
