Post by Eternity on Nov 9, 2013 1:16:17 GMT
Take a deep breath.
Go on.
Savour it.
Take another.
And another.
Are you wasting them or are you simply living your life? Either way we're both sat here tonight watching the television. Passing the time until...well I don't know what. All I can really tell you that each breath takes you one step closer to the grave. It isn't a pleasant thought, death never is, believe me I know. Still, when you really consider how you live your life and what it really means to keep breathing. What it means to stay alive, it really makes you think, doesn't it?
The act of breathing is something you take for granted. Autonomous by its very nature. Something you never think about because you don't have to. For you, life has never been about how many breaths you've taken, but about what you have done or what you still intend to do whilst you're still breathing. Whilst you're still alive.
How many more breaths do you have left to take? It's an interesting question isn't it? I have no answer to give you, I only wish I did. It would make life so much simpler wouldn't it? For both of us. If we only knew the answer, we could actually live our lives doing what we wanted. Live it with passion, with energy, with fire.
Mommy used to say why put off what you can do today until tomorrow?
So why do you?
There are never enough breaths left. There are never enough tomorrows. No matter how complete your life is, or how complete you think your life is, when your time comes to leave this world, you will always leave something unfinished, you will always leave something behind.
Time is the fire in which we all burn.
I'm still burning.
I have been burning all alone for so long. It's been lonely, but now you're here and I don't have to burn on my own.
We can burn together.
We can burn forever.
Burn for me baby...
Burn for eternity.
Don't you remember?
The fifth of November,
'Twas the day I was left for dead,
Left to burn, burn away
"She was crazy,"they say.
"We tried to help but she's still not right in the head."
What?
Awww, you're too sweet sometimes you know.
But it wasn't an Angel singing. It was only me.
I'm glad you liked it though, I will never forget what happened this week ten years ago.
You see me skipping as I sing in the purple lit room that was my little hideaway from the world. Only you knew about it.
Nobody else. It was our little secret. Sssshhh. You won't tell anyone will you? Promise? Cross your heart, hope to die. Stick a needle in your eye.
Good.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
You see me turn and face you.
Oh how embarassing. Hello there. Glad you could make it. Wasn't expecting you for at least another hour. A girl needs to get ready for a night out you know. I'm quite excited, but I don't know if I'm ready. This will be my very first three way and I intend to make the most of it, not only for me but for my dearly departed friend, Izzy. She was called home too soon. I can't believe she's gone.
You see me pull out a red silk handkerchief and blow my nose as I do my best to hold back the tears.
She loved three ways. Well actually she loved three ways, four ways, five ways, six ways and seven ways.
You see me look up towards the heavens.
Don't worry Izzy, now you're gone, I will look after little Watchman. I will feed him, wash him, rub his big...oooh excuse me, I'm going to need a cold shower in a minute, perhaps you care to join me, Watchy?
You see me wink at the camera.
Can I call you Watchy?
WHAT? OH DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT, IZZY'S GONE, SHE'S HARDLY GONNA NEED YOU ANYMORE NOW, IS SHE? Poor guy, still under contract with nobody to tell him to throw people off the stage for them, it's what you lived for, isn't it? All I'm trying to do is give your life some meaning again, after all, who knows better than me what it's really like to lose someone so young? We could be good together. Kindred spirits. Two of a kind. Soul mates.
Bonnie and Clyde.
Romeo and Juliet.
Jake and Kathy.
You see me wrinkle my nose in disgust suddenly.
No, you're right, we never need to go that far. Nobody ever needs to go THAT far. Still we've gotta face facts here, Watchy. Your Izzy's gone. My Lexy's gone. We need each other. What else are you gonna do? I'm building an army to stop Jessica Reed's reign of terror and offering you a place on the front line. Think about it. But don't take too long.
I won't wait forever.
Whilst we're waiting, you can watch me in my first ever three way, a match I will wrestle on Monday in tribute to our fallen Izzy, just like she would have wanted. I wonder what she would of made of Ana and Crystal if she was still here. She probably would have hated them but then she hated everyone, except Roberto Verona.
She loved Roberto Verona.
It was so cute the way she used to talk about him. She used to be sooooooo happy until the sister of that little princess stole him away from her. Vengeance will be mine! Revenge is a dish best served cold, in fact its a lot like Gazpacho or Vichyssoise soup in that respect, and Jess, soon my time will be at hand. My army of darkness will march in the name of Maldini and we will do it without fear of reprecussion or reprisal. We will not simply go away. we are everywhere. Growing all the time.
We will not be fired, at least not before we reduce you to ashes.
Ashes To Ashes
Dust To Dust
Jess Reed will burn
And her tin will rust...
HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEHEHEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEEHEE!
Oh would you listen to me? Just so full of songs today. It's been a long time since I've felt like singing. Mommy used to sing all the time, she had such a pretty voice, she used to tell me that sometimes singing was the only way to keep the depression away when she stopped and thought about what she actually did for a living. Some of the horrors she'd seen in the course of a single day as she listened to the dead tell them their most depressing stories of their tragic final moments. Some days she'd come home, hug me tight, run her fingers through my hair and with a tear in her eye tell me that she wanted something better than this for me. She used to make me promise that I'd make a better life for myself...
And I have every intention of keeping that promise.
Do you hear me Jess? I am not pampered like you, I am not pristine like Ana and I'm not perfect like Crystal, all of you have demonstrated a burning desire, a fire in your own way, but as much as you have shown it, you have not shown that you understand it. Fire is a beautiful thing, destructive and creative in equal measure. As versatile as it is polysemaic in meaning. It rages in each of you, and Jessie has already burned so many with hers. Her fire burns to remain Champion, almost as much as Ana's burns to revolutionise the division, but the problem with that is if Valentine ever has her day, it will be just as hollow, cheap and tacky as the heart-shaped boxes they sell every February Fourteenth in her honor, some saint she turned out to be!
By all means tell me I'm wrong Ana, tell me I'm crazy!
Go ahead. Tell me!
They all do.
Just like they all tell Crystal Hilron that try as she might, she'll never be Kathleen Conway! My question is why would you want to be her? You're so much better, you're a Goddess - of Roses no less, what is Kathy? Just a wife. Just a mother. Just boring. She has no fire. Not like you Crystal, but then who is really surprised by that? She's not a fiery finger-waving sexy Latina who speaks Spanglish, hell not so long ago she couldn't speak English without slurring her speech, so why don't you stop trying to be the next Kathy and just be Crystal?
Be better than her.
Be what she can never be.
An independent successful wrestler and mother.
Have some damn pride and take the advice Destiny's Child gave you. Be independent, you don't need no scrubs like Todd, no matter how cool Dr Cox is. I've talked about your fire Crystal just as much as I have talked about Ana's, but now ladies, the time for talk is over, time to put up or shut up, the first rule of Hollywood is show don't tell and its time for Crystal Hilton to stop acting like she's a big deal. It's time for Ana to stop dancing around her potential. Like Robin Williams said in English class once...
Carpe Diem.
Seize the day.
Show me your promise girls and I'll keep mine.
I'll spare you. Both of you. Neither of you need to be the casualties of my war as I will make a better life and a better world, just like Mommy wanted. A better world. A world without Jessica Reed. IWF is my kingdom, my home and I will not let her fire burn it down. Ten years ago I almost perished watching my home burn down around me. Never again.
NEVER AGAIN!
DO YOU HEAR ME JESS?
NEVER AGAIN!
You may have the fire but only I have the dominion over it.
You see me hold out the silk handkerchief and wave it in one hand before it disappears without a trace in a spectacular but controlled ball of orange flame.
You see me then offer you a smile and a cute wave goodbye before the scene dissolves in purple smoke.
Go on.
Savour it.
Take another.
And another.
Are you wasting them or are you simply living your life? Either way we're both sat here tonight watching the television. Passing the time until...well I don't know what. All I can really tell you that each breath takes you one step closer to the grave. It isn't a pleasant thought, death never is, believe me I know. Still, when you really consider how you live your life and what it really means to keep breathing. What it means to stay alive, it really makes you think, doesn't it?
The act of breathing is something you take for granted. Autonomous by its very nature. Something you never think about because you don't have to. For you, life has never been about how many breaths you've taken, but about what you have done or what you still intend to do whilst you're still breathing. Whilst you're still alive.
How many more breaths do you have left to take? It's an interesting question isn't it? I have no answer to give you, I only wish I did. It would make life so much simpler wouldn't it? For both of us. If we only knew the answer, we could actually live our lives doing what we wanted. Live it with passion, with energy, with fire.
Mommy used to say why put off what you can do today until tomorrow?
So why do you?
There are never enough breaths left. There are never enough tomorrows. No matter how complete your life is, or how complete you think your life is, when your time comes to leave this world, you will always leave something unfinished, you will always leave something behind.
Time is the fire in which we all burn.
I'm still burning.
I have been burning all alone for so long. It's been lonely, but now you're here and I don't have to burn on my own.
We can burn together.
We can burn forever.
Burn for me baby...
Burn for eternity.
Don't you remember?
The fifth of November,
'Twas the day I was left for dead,
Left to burn, burn away
"She was crazy,"they say.
"We tried to help but she's still not right in the head."
What?
Awww, you're too sweet sometimes you know.
But it wasn't an Angel singing. It was only me.
I'm glad you liked it though, I will never forget what happened this week ten years ago.
You see me skipping as I sing in the purple lit room that was my little hideaway from the world. Only you knew about it.
Nobody else. It was our little secret. Sssshhh. You won't tell anyone will you? Promise? Cross your heart, hope to die. Stick a needle in your eye.
Good.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
You see me turn and face you.
Oh how embarassing. Hello there. Glad you could make it. Wasn't expecting you for at least another hour. A girl needs to get ready for a night out you know. I'm quite excited, but I don't know if I'm ready. This will be my very first three way and I intend to make the most of it, not only for me but for my dearly departed friend, Izzy. She was called home too soon. I can't believe she's gone.
You see me pull out a red silk handkerchief and blow my nose as I do my best to hold back the tears.
She loved three ways. Well actually she loved three ways, four ways, five ways, six ways and seven ways.
You see me look up towards the heavens.
Don't worry Izzy, now you're gone, I will look after little Watchman. I will feed him, wash him, rub his big...oooh excuse me, I'm going to need a cold shower in a minute, perhaps you care to join me, Watchy?
You see me wink at the camera.
Can I call you Watchy?
WHAT? OH DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT, IZZY'S GONE, SHE'S HARDLY GONNA NEED YOU ANYMORE NOW, IS SHE? Poor guy, still under contract with nobody to tell him to throw people off the stage for them, it's what you lived for, isn't it? All I'm trying to do is give your life some meaning again, after all, who knows better than me what it's really like to lose someone so young? We could be good together. Kindred spirits. Two of a kind. Soul mates.
Bonnie and Clyde.
Romeo and Juliet.
Jake and Kathy.
You see me wrinkle my nose in disgust suddenly.
No, you're right, we never need to go that far. Nobody ever needs to go THAT far. Still we've gotta face facts here, Watchy. Your Izzy's gone. My Lexy's gone. We need each other. What else are you gonna do? I'm building an army to stop Jessica Reed's reign of terror and offering you a place on the front line. Think about it. But don't take too long.
I won't wait forever.
Whilst we're waiting, you can watch me in my first ever three way, a match I will wrestle on Monday in tribute to our fallen Izzy, just like she would have wanted. I wonder what she would of made of Ana and Crystal if she was still here. She probably would have hated them but then she hated everyone, except Roberto Verona.
She loved Roberto Verona.
It was so cute the way she used to talk about him. She used to be sooooooo happy until the sister of that little princess stole him away from her. Vengeance will be mine! Revenge is a dish best served cold, in fact its a lot like Gazpacho or Vichyssoise soup in that respect, and Jess, soon my time will be at hand. My army of darkness will march in the name of Maldini and we will do it without fear of reprecussion or reprisal. We will not simply go away. we are everywhere. Growing all the time.
We will not be fired, at least not before we reduce you to ashes.
Ashes To Ashes
Dust To Dust
Jess Reed will burn
And her tin will rust...
HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEHEHEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEEHEE!
Oh would you listen to me? Just so full of songs today. It's been a long time since I've felt like singing. Mommy used to sing all the time, she had such a pretty voice, she used to tell me that sometimes singing was the only way to keep the depression away when she stopped and thought about what she actually did for a living. Some of the horrors she'd seen in the course of a single day as she listened to the dead tell them their most depressing stories of their tragic final moments. Some days she'd come home, hug me tight, run her fingers through my hair and with a tear in her eye tell me that she wanted something better than this for me. She used to make me promise that I'd make a better life for myself...
And I have every intention of keeping that promise.
Do you hear me Jess? I am not pampered like you, I am not pristine like Ana and I'm not perfect like Crystal, all of you have demonstrated a burning desire, a fire in your own way, but as much as you have shown it, you have not shown that you understand it. Fire is a beautiful thing, destructive and creative in equal measure. As versatile as it is polysemaic in meaning. It rages in each of you, and Jessie has already burned so many with hers. Her fire burns to remain Champion, almost as much as Ana's burns to revolutionise the division, but the problem with that is if Valentine ever has her day, it will be just as hollow, cheap and tacky as the heart-shaped boxes they sell every February Fourteenth in her honor, some saint she turned out to be!
By all means tell me I'm wrong Ana, tell me I'm crazy!
Go ahead. Tell me!
They all do.
Just like they all tell Crystal Hilron that try as she might, she'll never be Kathleen Conway! My question is why would you want to be her? You're so much better, you're a Goddess - of Roses no less, what is Kathy? Just a wife. Just a mother. Just boring. She has no fire. Not like you Crystal, but then who is really surprised by that? She's not a fiery finger-waving sexy Latina who speaks Spanglish, hell not so long ago she couldn't speak English without slurring her speech, so why don't you stop trying to be the next Kathy and just be Crystal?
Be better than her.
Be what she can never be.
An independent successful wrestler and mother.
Have some damn pride and take the advice Destiny's Child gave you. Be independent, you don't need no scrubs like Todd, no matter how cool Dr Cox is. I've talked about your fire Crystal just as much as I have talked about Ana's, but now ladies, the time for talk is over, time to put up or shut up, the first rule of Hollywood is show don't tell and its time for Crystal Hilton to stop acting like she's a big deal. It's time for Ana to stop dancing around her potential. Like Robin Williams said in English class once...
Carpe Diem.
Seize the day.
Show me your promise girls and I'll keep mine.
I'll spare you. Both of you. Neither of you need to be the casualties of my war as I will make a better life and a better world, just like Mommy wanted. A better world. A world without Jessica Reed. IWF is my kingdom, my home and I will not let her fire burn it down. Ten years ago I almost perished watching my home burn down around me. Never again.
NEVER AGAIN!
DO YOU HEAR ME JESS?
NEVER AGAIN!
You may have the fire but only I have the dominion over it.
You see me hold out the silk handkerchief and wave it in one hand before it disappears without a trace in a spectacular but controlled ball of orange flame.
You see me then offer you a smile and a cute wave goodbye before the scene dissolves in purple smoke.
Well howdy there pardner.