APostingGod
12-09-2006, 08:15 AM
*The scene opens with The One sitting on his smoking chair inside his living room inside his small apartment. He reaches into his pocket and retrieves his cell phone and hesitantly begins to dial a number… he slowly puts the speaker to his ear and waits as it rings… You can hear a faint woman’s voice and we realize that it went to voicemail. The One almost hangs up the phone… but decides to leave a message…*
The One: You know, I look back at the time we had... which always made me smile… always brought a glimmer of hope to this existence I call life now I look at them... and it almost brings tears to my eyes… because I know you're not there anymore, and you will never be there again. Do you understand how much that truly hurts? Do you understand the mere thought that you’re leaving my life because you don’t need me anymore… the thought drives me insane. The thought that you have this whole picture for your life and I am not one single part of it. You have your whole life… and I don’t fit anywhere. All these memories we had… we have, all these memories were I can vaguely remember being happy… are all going to disappear. Does that bother you as much as it bothers me?
Usually, when it comes to these type of things… I remain strong. I try to not let these type of things creep up and totally destroy what I consider a somewhat sane mind. But this hell that I go through every moment you two are gone, is taking every ounce of strength I have left. I know I made a decision that totally tainted everything we had, but I merely did it so you have a better life. I go out there and sacrifice my body each and every night just so you can rest easy knowing that you don’t have to worry about money or anything like that. I choose this way of life for you. I gave up my faith… my religion all for you. I gave everything I once held sacred just so I could give you my life. No… I have given you my life… I have given you my heart… I have given you my soul… but that wasn’t good enough. You need every last part of me. I tried to explain that I must go out there and destroy my body, just so one day… I would never have to do it again, but you didn’t listen… You just ran away… you took my heart… you broke it… you took my soul and you crushed it… and worst of all… you took what we created, you took her away from me. You took everything and left me with nothing, all you left me were these memories that haunt my very existence. You have this whole life, this new life… and I am stuck picking up the pieces of the life you shattered. it’s funny… I walk out into a ring every night fighting for your future… I fight to keep my company alive just so you don’t have to worry about the small things. I take all this pain left in your absence and I use it to my advantage in destroying the man across from me. I fight for the off chance that maybe… just maybe… you’re watching me… just maybe… you’re proud of what I do in that ring. You’re proud of the man you once loved and maybe somewhere… you can remember why you loved him in the first place. I don’t know… it’s maybe just a dream but it’s the only thing that keeps these demons from engulfing my very mind…. Or whatever mind I have left for that matter.
Now, As you may or may not know… I will soon begin a fight against PCW. This fight means a whole hell of a lot more to me than just the name of company I work for. This battle with my former company is a test… which I must pass if I ever want to make you truly proud. You see, I once fought my heart out for PCW… I gave that place every last drop of sweat I had left, and they left me with nothing, I must have not given enough though... because they left me behind too. Now, The whole reason I bring this up is because is PCW pretty much… in a way… is just like you… and WPW on the other hand... is my new home, my new life… my chance to start over. Do understand what I’m trying to say? This whole battle… this war… is about a new life… a better life, just like the one you believe you have now. And you know what the funny thing about it is? I somewhat feel I need this new life… just so I can make you proud and maybe someday… get the few pieces of my old life back which meant so much. If WPW wins… I continue on my journey for a title… I continue towards making you proud… I continue towards a life where I sit as a old man, with you and my child… where we don’t have worry about money… titles… or even lost memories. We just sit and smile, remembering the times we had… we have.
I know you will not reply to this message, but I just want you to watch me on that television screen, and know that I fight for a new life… a better life. I will fight for WPW because I must. I will fight and I will make you proud. I will hold that World title and I will secure our future. Watch as I destroy a company… just to build a life. You take caring in knowing that I enter that ring so one day.. I can give you everything… my heart… my body… my soul. And someday when the dust has settled… you can thank me when it’s over.
*The One closes the cellular phone and has a somewhat accomplished look on his face. He walks up to his calendar which is lying on the table in his kitchen… He flips to January and circles the 3rd day of the month… He write our future in big bold letters and the scene slowly fades to black as we look at the circled day in which worlds collide.*
The One: You know, I look back at the time we had... which always made me smile… always brought a glimmer of hope to this existence I call life now I look at them... and it almost brings tears to my eyes… because I know you're not there anymore, and you will never be there again. Do you understand how much that truly hurts? Do you understand the mere thought that you’re leaving my life because you don’t need me anymore… the thought drives me insane. The thought that you have this whole picture for your life and I am not one single part of it. You have your whole life… and I don’t fit anywhere. All these memories we had… we have, all these memories were I can vaguely remember being happy… are all going to disappear. Does that bother you as much as it bothers me?
Usually, when it comes to these type of things… I remain strong. I try to not let these type of things creep up and totally destroy what I consider a somewhat sane mind. But this hell that I go through every moment you two are gone, is taking every ounce of strength I have left. I know I made a decision that totally tainted everything we had, but I merely did it so you have a better life. I go out there and sacrifice my body each and every night just so you can rest easy knowing that you don’t have to worry about money or anything like that. I choose this way of life for you. I gave up my faith… my religion all for you. I gave everything I once held sacred just so I could give you my life. No… I have given you my life… I have given you my heart… I have given you my soul… but that wasn’t good enough. You need every last part of me. I tried to explain that I must go out there and destroy my body, just so one day… I would never have to do it again, but you didn’t listen… You just ran away… you took my heart… you broke it… you took my soul and you crushed it… and worst of all… you took what we created, you took her away from me. You took everything and left me with nothing, all you left me were these memories that haunt my very existence. You have this whole life, this new life… and I am stuck picking up the pieces of the life you shattered. it’s funny… I walk out into a ring every night fighting for your future… I fight to keep my company alive just so you don’t have to worry about the small things. I take all this pain left in your absence and I use it to my advantage in destroying the man across from me. I fight for the off chance that maybe… just maybe… you’re watching me… just maybe… you’re proud of what I do in that ring. You’re proud of the man you once loved and maybe somewhere… you can remember why you loved him in the first place. I don’t know… it’s maybe just a dream but it’s the only thing that keeps these demons from engulfing my very mind…. Or whatever mind I have left for that matter.
Now, As you may or may not know… I will soon begin a fight against PCW. This fight means a whole hell of a lot more to me than just the name of company I work for. This battle with my former company is a test… which I must pass if I ever want to make you truly proud. You see, I once fought my heart out for PCW… I gave that place every last drop of sweat I had left, and they left me with nothing, I must have not given enough though... because they left me behind too. Now, The whole reason I bring this up is because is PCW pretty much… in a way… is just like you… and WPW on the other hand... is my new home, my new life… my chance to start over. Do understand what I’m trying to say? This whole battle… this war… is about a new life… a better life, just like the one you believe you have now. And you know what the funny thing about it is? I somewhat feel I need this new life… just so I can make you proud and maybe someday… get the few pieces of my old life back which meant so much. If WPW wins… I continue on my journey for a title… I continue towards making you proud… I continue towards a life where I sit as a old man, with you and my child… where we don’t have worry about money… titles… or even lost memories. We just sit and smile, remembering the times we had… we have.
I know you will not reply to this message, but I just want you to watch me on that television screen, and know that I fight for a new life… a better life. I will fight for WPW because I must. I will fight and I will make you proud. I will hold that World title and I will secure our future. Watch as I destroy a company… just to build a life. You take caring in knowing that I enter that ring so one day.. I can give you everything… my heart… my body… my soul. And someday when the dust has settled… you can thank me when it’s over.
*The One closes the cellular phone and has a somewhat accomplished look on his face. He walks up to his calendar which is lying on the table in his kitchen… He flips to January and circles the 3rd day of the month… He write our future in big bold letters and the scene slowly fades to black as we look at the circled day in which worlds collide.*