Post by thesouthsidekid on Dec 19, 2006 1:38:43 GMT -5
The scene starts in a slummy area of downtown urbana on a cold winter day. There is a loud buzzing noise that can be heard in the distance . It faintly sounds like police sirens and car alarms. In the broadness of daylight, you can see a large rising cloud of smoke, coming from a fire lit in a trash can. The heat radiating off it is evident as well, as you homeless hobos warming up to the fire. We see little kids running down the torn up sidewalks, no supervision in sight.
You look at this scene, and you think to yourself, who the hell would live here in a place like this. A hobo is and a woman is robbed of her purse as we continue to look on. We see a young sitting on a bench, not looking like he is from the area. We draw closer and see that man to be Josh Dean. He is relaxed on the bench, his eyes closed. While most would be uncomfortable in this area, Josh seems to be in a serene state. As we close in, he opens his eyes and begins to speak.
JD: Charleston, West Virginia. To a normal outsider, this is about as bad as it gets. But to me, it’s home. I’ve lived here for six years. This is where the dream was born. I moved to Charleston from Atlanta after my parents died, and I went to live with my aunt, before she died. Growing up, these streets were what I knew.
Josh pushes himself off the bench and he begins to walk down the torn up sidewalks. He slips on the overcoat that he had beside him on the bench. He kicks a can as he looks at the buildings, almost in awe. He walks up and touches the walls. The fresh red paint on the walls covers the palm of Josh’s hand. He takes a step back to look at the splendor of the art. Such words as Pride, Respect are painted in an intertwined mural. It is truly a marvel to see in Josh’s eyes. Josh turns slightly back around.
JD: Pride and respect were two lessons I had to learn the hard way. Around here, respect was treated with a fine line. Cross it, and you were looking at a sure beat down. And it’s not like you can just run away from the fight, because you have to maintain your pride. When you have nothing, like most of the people here have, these are things that we take seriously. We live by it. An unwritten code. It is what keeps the cycle going.
Josh spots a knapsack over near a trash can. He looks in it and sees some cans. He reaches in the deep light brown knapsack and pulls out one of the cans. He shakes it and presses down on the top. Black spray comes out of it. Josh realizes that the can works. Josh turns toward the wall, and sprays out the contents onto the wall. After about 2 minutes, he steps back and looks at what he had created on the wall. The word “humility” is now etched on the wall thanks to Josh.
JD: Humility. To be humble and modest. People say that humility is a virtue, and they are right. Humility will show you that now matter who you are, you are the same as anyone else. When I get up and put my pants on, I put them on, one leg at a time, just like any of the fans who pay money to see me perform. That’s the reason I came back to the slums of Charleston. Not to get a “lost edge” back, but to humble myself. Because every time, that I think that I am invincible, I come back here. It shows me that just as quickly as I got off these streets, I can be right back on them.
As he finishes his statement, Josh reaches into the sack and pulls out a different can. He shakes it up and then proceeds to do more graffiti work on the walls. This time the color he uses is a bright green.
JD: You know graffiti is suck a beautiful thing. It is a true form of art. No brushes, no way of truly hiding the mistakes you make on this canvas. The true masters of this craft make it look so easy.
Josh steps back, and looks again at the art that he has created. It is simple. It reads, Reckless.
JD: The Pay Per View, Crimson Existence is the first time that a worldwide audience will see me in a WFWF ring. In WFWF, I have had only one match. Ironically, it was a three-way match. Needless to say, this has gotten me used to the pacing of WFWF. It is nonstop and all out. Just the way I like it. Now as for my opponents, you can see that I have already put the name of one my opponents on the building.
Josh puts the can back into the sack as he rubs his chin.
JD: Reckless. Wasn’t I supposed to have the house show match against you? Yes, I believe I was. But then you pulled out of the match and left me to fight a three-way match. Understand man, I’m not mad. It has actually prepared me. Reckless, you pulling out of the match only delayed the inevitable meeting that we were going to have anyway. But I’ll say this, at Crimson Existence, you finally are going to get a piece of me, we are finally going to meet up. And when that happens sir, all I can say is I wouldn’t want to be in my path.
Josh pauses for a moment, and then pulls out a third and final can of spray paint. He shakes it up and sprays the blue paint onto the walls of the building. Josh makes this portion much bigger than the one. He doesn’t need to step back, because it clearly reads, KD. Josh lets out a big sigh as he puts the can in the sack and places it where it originally was. He turns around to where you can see his face.
JD: Ah, KD. King David. My good friend. Is it just me, or does it seem like EVERYWHERE I GO, there you are. David, after some of the matches that we’ve had, you would think neither one of us would want anymore of each other. But that doesn’t seem to be the case, does it. Here we are back again. I have to say David I don’t like you. But I do respect you for being able to take a beating and give one right back to me. But David, rest assured, that at Crimson Existence, a crimson color will exist, and that is the crimson of your blood, when it is spilled, not only by the drops but of the buckets. It will be this way, because I will do whatever I have to do to put you behind me, and move on in WFWF.
Josh pushes his hair out of his face and begins to walk away from the building and continued down the torn up sidewalks. He looks around still at the surrounding buildings and streets of the place that he has called home. He looks inspired as he rubs his hands together and puts them up to his mouth and blows on them, in attempt to keep them warm on a cold winter’s day.
JD: I don’t think you guys are aware of what is on the line. This match has been dubbed Gateway to Opportunity. Opportunity, that is the key word. To the winner is a guaranteed four appearances at Felo De Se. To me, this is an opportunity to show the world what you are about. It is a chance to really make a name for yourself on a broad level of people. It is a high-pressure situation, can you guys step up to the plate. Can you take your cuts in the hopes of getting the chance at Felo De Se? Because if you don’t, I’ll leave you behind, because I’m shooting for Felo De Se, then I’m shooting for the top dog, doesn’t matter who it is. WFWF is a place to shine, and my time is coming. The era of the Franchise starts at Crimson Existence. I’ve been patient long enough but now the wait is over. At Crimson Existence boys, may the best man win.
Josh then proceeds to walk faster. He makes his way down the broken streets as the sounds of sirens become ever so clear once again. Josh fades from sight and the scene fades to black.
You look at this scene, and you think to yourself, who the hell would live here in a place like this. A hobo is and a woman is robbed of her purse as we continue to look on. We see a young sitting on a bench, not looking like he is from the area. We draw closer and see that man to be Josh Dean. He is relaxed on the bench, his eyes closed. While most would be uncomfortable in this area, Josh seems to be in a serene state. As we close in, he opens his eyes and begins to speak.
JD: Charleston, West Virginia. To a normal outsider, this is about as bad as it gets. But to me, it’s home. I’ve lived here for six years. This is where the dream was born. I moved to Charleston from Atlanta after my parents died, and I went to live with my aunt, before she died. Growing up, these streets were what I knew.
Josh pushes himself off the bench and he begins to walk down the torn up sidewalks. He slips on the overcoat that he had beside him on the bench. He kicks a can as he looks at the buildings, almost in awe. He walks up and touches the walls. The fresh red paint on the walls covers the palm of Josh’s hand. He takes a step back to look at the splendor of the art. Such words as Pride, Respect are painted in an intertwined mural. It is truly a marvel to see in Josh’s eyes. Josh turns slightly back around.
JD: Pride and respect were two lessons I had to learn the hard way. Around here, respect was treated with a fine line. Cross it, and you were looking at a sure beat down. And it’s not like you can just run away from the fight, because you have to maintain your pride. When you have nothing, like most of the people here have, these are things that we take seriously. We live by it. An unwritten code. It is what keeps the cycle going.
Josh spots a knapsack over near a trash can. He looks in it and sees some cans. He reaches in the deep light brown knapsack and pulls out one of the cans. He shakes it and presses down on the top. Black spray comes out of it. Josh realizes that the can works. Josh turns toward the wall, and sprays out the contents onto the wall. After about 2 minutes, he steps back and looks at what he had created on the wall. The word “humility” is now etched on the wall thanks to Josh.
JD: Humility. To be humble and modest. People say that humility is a virtue, and they are right. Humility will show you that now matter who you are, you are the same as anyone else. When I get up and put my pants on, I put them on, one leg at a time, just like any of the fans who pay money to see me perform. That’s the reason I came back to the slums of Charleston. Not to get a “lost edge” back, but to humble myself. Because every time, that I think that I am invincible, I come back here. It shows me that just as quickly as I got off these streets, I can be right back on them.
As he finishes his statement, Josh reaches into the sack and pulls out a different can. He shakes it up and then proceeds to do more graffiti work on the walls. This time the color he uses is a bright green.
JD: You know graffiti is suck a beautiful thing. It is a true form of art. No brushes, no way of truly hiding the mistakes you make on this canvas. The true masters of this craft make it look so easy.
Josh steps back, and looks again at the art that he has created. It is simple. It reads, Reckless.
JD: The Pay Per View, Crimson Existence is the first time that a worldwide audience will see me in a WFWF ring. In WFWF, I have had only one match. Ironically, it was a three-way match. Needless to say, this has gotten me used to the pacing of WFWF. It is nonstop and all out. Just the way I like it. Now as for my opponents, you can see that I have already put the name of one my opponents on the building.
Josh puts the can back into the sack as he rubs his chin.
JD: Reckless. Wasn’t I supposed to have the house show match against you? Yes, I believe I was. But then you pulled out of the match and left me to fight a three-way match. Understand man, I’m not mad. It has actually prepared me. Reckless, you pulling out of the match only delayed the inevitable meeting that we were going to have anyway. But I’ll say this, at Crimson Existence, you finally are going to get a piece of me, we are finally going to meet up. And when that happens sir, all I can say is I wouldn’t want to be in my path.
Josh pauses for a moment, and then pulls out a third and final can of spray paint. He shakes it up and sprays the blue paint onto the walls of the building. Josh makes this portion much bigger than the one. He doesn’t need to step back, because it clearly reads, KD. Josh lets out a big sigh as he puts the can in the sack and places it where it originally was. He turns around to where you can see his face.
JD: Ah, KD. King David. My good friend. Is it just me, or does it seem like EVERYWHERE I GO, there you are. David, after some of the matches that we’ve had, you would think neither one of us would want anymore of each other. But that doesn’t seem to be the case, does it. Here we are back again. I have to say David I don’t like you. But I do respect you for being able to take a beating and give one right back to me. But David, rest assured, that at Crimson Existence, a crimson color will exist, and that is the crimson of your blood, when it is spilled, not only by the drops but of the buckets. It will be this way, because I will do whatever I have to do to put you behind me, and move on in WFWF.
Josh pushes his hair out of his face and begins to walk away from the building and continued down the torn up sidewalks. He looks around still at the surrounding buildings and streets of the place that he has called home. He looks inspired as he rubs his hands together and puts them up to his mouth and blows on them, in attempt to keep them warm on a cold winter’s day.
JD: I don’t think you guys are aware of what is on the line. This match has been dubbed Gateway to Opportunity. Opportunity, that is the key word. To the winner is a guaranteed four appearances at Felo De Se. To me, this is an opportunity to show the world what you are about. It is a chance to really make a name for yourself on a broad level of people. It is a high-pressure situation, can you guys step up to the plate. Can you take your cuts in the hopes of getting the chance at Felo De Se? Because if you don’t, I’ll leave you behind, because I’m shooting for Felo De Se, then I’m shooting for the top dog, doesn’t matter who it is. WFWF is a place to shine, and my time is coming. The era of the Franchise starts at Crimson Existence. I’ve been patient long enough but now the wait is over. At Crimson Existence boys, may the best man win.
Josh then proceeds to walk faster. He makes his way down the broken streets as the sounds of sirens become ever so clear once again. Josh fades from sight and the scene fades to black.
