Post by Eternity on Aug 18, 2013 6:06:28 GMT
The dim bluish white light of a flickering bulb is your focus as you hear it crackle with each flicker as it tries to hold on in in vain to what little life remains in it. A wonderfully disturbing allegory for your every day life. You were young, not ready to die, not expecting it. Dying wasn't on your agenda, dying was what the sick and the old did, and you were neither. You were young and healthy. You had no intention of dying anytime soon, you were not so sure of many things in your life, but two things were certain.
You still had your whole life ahead of you and still so many things left to achieve. On top of that you had a family who loved you very much and who would miss you when you were gone. There were so many things left undone, so many things left unsaid, so many bridges left to repair that you just hadn't gotten round to yet. You were determined not to leave this world with any enemies, you wanted people to celebrate your life and not rejoice in your death when the time came for you to be stuffed inside of a casket.
It was realising these things about your own life that made you sympathise and root for a woman you had not much cared for until now. You were rooting for her this Sunday at Legacy, it was one of the reasons you had ordered the Pay Per View, you wanted the nightmare you had been watching unfold to all be over, especially after the turn it had taken last week. Tou do not know what unsettled you more as you reflected upon it, the crack of the table splintering as Tiffany's body was driven through it or the piercing laughter that had followed it.
The electrical lantern swung around in the pitch blackness and illuminated a playing card - The Ace Of Spades. A teddybear. A single white rose, and behind them, there almost as if it were placed in memoriam, a photograph of Kathleen Conway...
You still had your whole life ahead of you and still so many things left to achieve. On top of that you had a family who loved you very much and who would miss you when you were gone. There were so many things left undone, so many things left unsaid, so many bridges left to repair that you just hadn't gotten round to yet. You were determined not to leave this world with any enemies, you wanted people to celebrate your life and not rejoice in your death when the time came for you to be stuffed inside of a casket.
It was realising these things about your own life that made you sympathise and root for a woman you had not much cared for until now. You were rooting for her this Sunday at Legacy, it was one of the reasons you had ordered the Pay Per View, you wanted the nightmare you had been watching unfold to all be over, especially after the turn it had taken last week. Tou do not know what unsettled you more as you reflected upon it, the crack of the table splintering as Tiffany's body was driven through it or the piercing laughter that had followed it.
The electrical lantern swung around in the pitch blackness and illuminated a playing card - The Ace Of Spades. A teddybear. A single white rose, and behind them, there almost as if it were placed in memoriam, a photograph of Kathleen Conway...
As the electrical lantern flickered and revealed more of what was hidden behind the black veil of darkness, you saw that each of these rather unassuming items were propped up on a casket painted in hot fuschia. The only light source in the room then moved to reveal the painted face of its master as you saw me hold the flickering lantern to the right side of my face and burn into your memory the disturbing image of something you associated with a psychopathic clown. Perhaps you should lay off the Tim Curry movies.
You see me grin, even registering a twinkle in my eye as you see me do so.
It's not quite as extravagant as your first home in Somerset and not quite as luxurious as your second home in Las Vegas, but I do hope you like what will be your final resting place after Sunday Kathleen. I've worked hard all week to get it right and just perfect for you. I want it to be as ready for you as you are for it come Legacy. I even made sure it was in your favourite colour, so never let it be said that I don't put thoughts into any of my gifts. The devil is in the details, do you see him yet? When you see him tell him Kathy, tell him I said hi and ask him why he released Justin Bieber upon the world. Seriously, I'd like to know!
I mean there are so many other ways he could have tortured the world, just as effective, but maybe not as fun. I always knew he was a hoot, even if he is a bit of a birch to get ahold of sometimes. I know what you're thinking Kathy, I shouldn't have,you're thinking but Eternity what have I done to deserve such a beautiful gift? If this was any other circumstance and if you were anybody else, I'd say you didn't deserve any of this - but really, you laid out your own baby sister by driving her through a table. Damn girl, that's cold, even to a girl like me. Careful, if you keep that up, I may just have to steal you away from Jake and find out for myself why he still calls you The Wild Kat while the rest of the world calls you pathetic. Point is after a stunt like that, you should be rewarded.
I can see where they're coming from to be honest, you drove your own sister though a table, that's like the definition of pathetic if you ask most people, I don't have a baby sister so I wouldn't know, but if I did I'm fairly certain that I wouldn't do that. It's just not very nice. I think most people would agree with me on that...let's ask Brian the Bear what he thinks since he's here what he makes of all this...
You see me turn around and walk over to the teddybear on top of the casket.
Hello Mister Bear.
You hear by voice drop slightly as Brian 'responds'.
"Hello, Miss?"
Eternity.
"Well, hello Miss Eternity, and please call me Brian."
Brian, as somebody who I understand is a big Kathleen Conway fan, what do you make of her recent actions?
"Frankly, I couldn't believe it, it was all very unbecoming of the Queen Of Diamonds to drive her own sister through a table."
I see. Has it changed your opinion of her at all?
"Oh Heavens no! I still love her! She's still a rather cracking bird as they say in Jolly Ol' England. I'd love to stick my nose in her honey pot for five minutes."
BRIAN! THAT'S DISGUSTING! Besides you know she's married right?
"Yeah, to some loser with no hair. Once you go Bear, you crave body hair!"
Riiiight...well, thanks moving on...
"One more thing before you go duck."
You see me sigh.
What is it Brian?
"Remember....only YOU can prevent forest fires..."
Oh Brian, always with the forest fires!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
You see me turn away from Brian and back to the camera.
Now Kathy, I'm not one to judge but if slamming them through tables is really how you treat people you claim to love , then I think I've finally worked out why The Ace doesn't wrestle anymore, everytime you spread for him the poor bastard probably ends up taking a baseball bat to the nuts. Poor guy! He really deserves a woman who knows how to look after him properly. If he were mine, I'd love him to death...quite literally.
You see me wink at the camera, and raise my free hand, extending my thumb and pinkie in a phone gesture as you see me raise it to my ear and mouth "Call Me."
Since you're already mad at me Kathy, I figured I may as well go all the way. I know he's your big red button if I really want to provoke an instant reaction out of you, and if I were even half as boring and unimaginative as the rest of the Diamonds who think they've got you all figured out, I'd probably have gone that same route too. I figured this would be much more interesting, and I was right. Look at how much more interesting you've become lately. I've given you a purpose and a real reason to fight and instead of thanking me like you totally should have, all I've gotten from you is anger and venom - and why? Because you tried to send me a message last week and it backfired. Next time, try my cellphone or my email, you'll have better luck, I promise.
You've already jumped the gun once, so I can almost guarantee that you'll do it again, because you're so blinded with rage right now that you'll leap without looking just to get at me and you'll end up jumping head first into a casket. That's why this match is mine, because you're desperate, so so desperate to evade death and your own fate like everybody else who is dying. It's a futile exercise because death claims everybody eventually. For you this match offers you so much more than just your sister's salvation. It offers you a fast track to immortality and yet another chance to claim what has evaded you for your whole career so far - a World Championship.
Why should this time be any different to all the other times you've managed to fail?
Because having beaten me once fills you with some sort of confidence? It won't help you, it doesn't matter, you'll still let everybody down like you always do. You'll let yourself down, you'll let Jake down, you'll let Solitaire down, you'll let Domino down, you'll let Tiffany down, and most of all you'll let Brian down because that's just what you do. It's a particular talent of yours, but then I guess we all have to be good at something, don't we?
You might be wondering where your sister is. Don't worry, she's somewhere where you can't put her through any more tables.
You see me walk over to the casket and in one grand motion sweep the objects that were on top of the casket off, the camera makes particular note of the single white rose hitting the floor and landing on top of Kathy's photo as you see me hold the lantern up with one hand and swing open the casket. Inside, we see Tiffany, laid to rest.
She's been like this all week, you must have really done a number on her. On the plus side though, she does look darn cute whilst she is sleeping...
MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH -
The flickering lantern finally gives out leaving my laughter echoing in the dark and in your ears.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
You see me grin, even registering a twinkle in my eye as you see me do so.
It's not quite as extravagant as your first home in Somerset and not quite as luxurious as your second home in Las Vegas, but I do hope you like what will be your final resting place after Sunday Kathleen. I've worked hard all week to get it right and just perfect for you. I want it to be as ready for you as you are for it come Legacy. I even made sure it was in your favourite colour, so never let it be said that I don't put thoughts into any of my gifts. The devil is in the details, do you see him yet? When you see him tell him Kathy, tell him I said hi and ask him why he released Justin Bieber upon the world. Seriously, I'd like to know!
I mean there are so many other ways he could have tortured the world, just as effective, but maybe not as fun. I always knew he was a hoot, even if he is a bit of a birch to get ahold of sometimes. I know what you're thinking Kathy, I shouldn't have,you're thinking but Eternity what have I done to deserve such a beautiful gift? If this was any other circumstance and if you were anybody else, I'd say you didn't deserve any of this - but really, you laid out your own baby sister by driving her through a table. Damn girl, that's cold, even to a girl like me. Careful, if you keep that up, I may just have to steal you away from Jake and find out for myself why he still calls you The Wild Kat while the rest of the world calls you pathetic. Point is after a stunt like that, you should be rewarded.
I can see where they're coming from to be honest, you drove your own sister though a table, that's like the definition of pathetic if you ask most people, I don't have a baby sister so I wouldn't know, but if I did I'm fairly certain that I wouldn't do that. It's just not very nice. I think most people would agree with me on that...let's ask Brian the Bear what he thinks since he's here what he makes of all this...
You see me turn around and walk over to the teddybear on top of the casket.
Hello Mister Bear.
You hear by voice drop slightly as Brian 'responds'.
"Hello, Miss?"
Eternity.
"Well, hello Miss Eternity, and please call me Brian."
Brian, as somebody who I understand is a big Kathleen Conway fan, what do you make of her recent actions?
"Frankly, I couldn't believe it, it was all very unbecoming of the Queen Of Diamonds to drive her own sister through a table."
I see. Has it changed your opinion of her at all?
"Oh Heavens no! I still love her! She's still a rather cracking bird as they say in Jolly Ol' England. I'd love to stick my nose in her honey pot for five minutes."
BRIAN! THAT'S DISGUSTING! Besides you know she's married right?
"Yeah, to some loser with no hair. Once you go Bear, you crave body hair!"
Riiiight...well, thanks moving on...
"One more thing before you go duck."
You see me sigh.
What is it Brian?
"Remember....only YOU can prevent forest fires..."
Oh Brian, always with the forest fires!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
You see me turn away from Brian and back to the camera.
Now Kathy, I'm not one to judge but if slamming them through tables is really how you treat people you claim to love , then I think I've finally worked out why The Ace doesn't wrestle anymore, everytime you spread for him the poor bastard probably ends up taking a baseball bat to the nuts. Poor guy! He really deserves a woman who knows how to look after him properly. If he were mine, I'd love him to death...quite literally.
You see me wink at the camera, and raise my free hand, extending my thumb and pinkie in a phone gesture as you see me raise it to my ear and mouth "Call Me."
Since you're already mad at me Kathy, I figured I may as well go all the way. I know he's your big red button if I really want to provoke an instant reaction out of you, and if I were even half as boring and unimaginative as the rest of the Diamonds who think they've got you all figured out, I'd probably have gone that same route too. I figured this would be much more interesting, and I was right. Look at how much more interesting you've become lately. I've given you a purpose and a real reason to fight and instead of thanking me like you totally should have, all I've gotten from you is anger and venom - and why? Because you tried to send me a message last week and it backfired. Next time, try my cellphone or my email, you'll have better luck, I promise.
You've already jumped the gun once, so I can almost guarantee that you'll do it again, because you're so blinded with rage right now that you'll leap without looking just to get at me and you'll end up jumping head first into a casket. That's why this match is mine, because you're desperate, so so desperate to evade death and your own fate like everybody else who is dying. It's a futile exercise because death claims everybody eventually. For you this match offers you so much more than just your sister's salvation. It offers you a fast track to immortality and yet another chance to claim what has evaded you for your whole career so far - a World Championship.
Why should this time be any different to all the other times you've managed to fail?
Because having beaten me once fills you with some sort of confidence? It won't help you, it doesn't matter, you'll still let everybody down like you always do. You'll let yourself down, you'll let Jake down, you'll let Solitaire down, you'll let Domino down, you'll let Tiffany down, and most of all you'll let Brian down because that's just what you do. It's a particular talent of yours, but then I guess we all have to be good at something, don't we?
You might be wondering where your sister is. Don't worry, she's somewhere where you can't put her through any more tables.
You see me walk over to the casket and in one grand motion sweep the objects that were on top of the casket off, the camera makes particular note of the single white rose hitting the floor and landing on top of Kathy's photo as you see me hold the lantern up with one hand and swing open the casket. Inside, we see Tiffany, laid to rest.
She's been like this all week, you must have really done a number on her. On the plus side though, she does look darn cute whilst she is sleeping...
MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH -
The flickering lantern finally gives out leaving my laughter echoing in the dark and in your ears.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Well howdy there pardner.