Post by Prozac on May 9, 2008 11:10:41 GMT -6
The scene opens up Prozac is sat in a dark corner. This did not look like a man who had just came back to the ring and has gotten the shots he wanted.. No, this looked like a man who had just lost everything, a man who looks as if his world had just been turned upside down, but no this was not that man. This man was a champion, a man who still holds the Extreme championship. he sits there alone sipping vodka alone, he speaks to himself in a sombre mood.
.:+|Prozac|+|::.
“This is all I have, this is everything?”
A sick chuckle escapes from the mouth of Prozac as he looks at the bottle of vodka, he tries to pull himself but as you see half of the bottle of vodka is gone and Prozac slips as he uses the wall to pull himself up eventually he gets to his feet and we see he is not sat in a dark corner of a room, but a dark corner on top of a roof, the lights in the distance oblivious to who they see before him he looks down at the bottle of vodka as he raises it to his mouth taking another drink from the memory eraser that is vodka. Prozac speaks his voice slurring as he looks into the distance.
.:+|Prozac|+|::.
“This is the man I have become?”
Prozac says as he shakes his head and he struggles to climb up onto the side of the roof but he stands there none the less, the wind blows his jacket bottom as he stands unsteadily on the edge just a few inches from a huge plummit over the side. Once again Prozac grabs the bottle of vodka and takes another drink teetering on the edge. The camera watches the floor as prozac smiles again still teetering on the edge dangling close to falling as he stands there he grabs the bottle of vodka and tips it upside down, pouring what little content there is left in the bottle over to the people many feet below him. The camera focuses on the drop…any stumble; any fall would mean an end for The Med, Prozac.
.:+|Prozac|+|::.
“I have no choice now; this is the option I have to make. This is the path my life has led me to.”
The wind blows on Prozac’s jacket as he looks into the camera one last time he takes a deep breath as he bends his knees and prepares for his descent with the hard unforgiving concrete that lies below, the images of the people below there faces contorted in horror as a man stands above them dead not realizing who he is the thoughts run through his head, clearer than day. Prozac uncoils his legs and jumps...
.:+|Prozac|+|::.
“Goodbye World!”
... Prozac comes crashing down, not to the floor but to the place where he had just been stood, a sick sadistic smile crosses his face as the camera zooms in, his voice is no longer sombre but one of his arrogant self.
.:+|Prozac|+|::.
“Oh come on do you think, I was truly going to do it huh? Do you think that I was about to end my life with everything I have going on in it.”
A chuckle escapes through the thing lips of Prozac as he steps down off the side and back onto the hard concrete of the roof top he instead decides to look down over the side of the roof, the drunken stupor... an act... the emotions an act... an act from a sick and twisted mind.
.:+|Prozac|+|::.“No, this is a message…a messes to who ever is watching and listening, a message to all AWS, a message to the world…I am Prozac, I am the man, I am the best, AWS is my playground and since I walked in the doors here all those months ago you have all been playing in my playground…we have been playing king of the mountain and soon it will be my turn and my time to reign.“
He pauses briefly as he returns his attention to the edge of the roof. Prozac’s expression wasn’t the normal cheerful warm one you are use to, no it was a evil cold one, the smile is still there but it is now a twisted smirk.
.:+|Prozac|+|::.
“And I will do whatever it takes to have my time, my actions have no limits. I will even go far as to play with my life as you saw just a moment ago and if will play with my life like that just think what I will do with someone else’s.”
Prozac snorts, his attitude is much more focused then normal, maybe because his World title shot is right around the corner.
.:+|Prozac|+|::.
“I don’t give a crap about Shane’s life this week. This week he is going to get a taste of what will come at the Pay-Per-View where he will lose his title to me. So Shane hold that belyt nice and close, keep it as a pillow, make love to it if you have to because once I win it from you, YOU will never ever ever ever get it back.”
He shakes his head slightly as he talks.
.:+|Prozac|+|::.
“I don’t give a crap about XKO’s life. X I am going to bash your head so hard I might actually knock some sense into you since apparently you don’t have any. I saw your last promo and you said I beat Scythe…just one problem….I NEVER FACED MORON! That and you said my record isn’t that good? Where were you win the finals of Rebirth, I don’t remember seeing you there…oh wait…that was me. The next time you talk you better have facts it will make you look smarter which granted is a hard thing to do.”
Prozac crosses his arms over his broad chest.
.:+|Prozac|+|::.
“X you said this week us three will go to war? Dude you have no dea what war is.”
He laughs lightly.
.:+|Prozac|+|::.
Don’t let the surrealist door hit you in the ass while the fist of reality cracks you in the fucking head. Drop your illusions; check your ego at the door. Welcome to War, where you are nothing more than a number. A casualty. Not a hero or a heroine. No discrimination, or racism. Not a shred of humanity. Wake up, motherfuckers. Prozac is here, and he’s taking no prisoners in this war. Search and destroy. Burn the village to the ground and let God sort out the mess later. You can’t hold me back; the best you can hope to do is try and keep up.”
He pauses for a moment.
.:+|Prozac|+|::.
“War is hell and I am the fucking Devil.”
Scene fades to black.
.:+|Prozac|+|::.
“This is all I have, this is everything?”
A sick chuckle escapes from the mouth of Prozac as he looks at the bottle of vodka, he tries to pull himself but as you see half of the bottle of vodka is gone and Prozac slips as he uses the wall to pull himself up eventually he gets to his feet and we see he is not sat in a dark corner of a room, but a dark corner on top of a roof, the lights in the distance oblivious to who they see before him he looks down at the bottle of vodka as he raises it to his mouth taking another drink from the memory eraser that is vodka. Prozac speaks his voice slurring as he looks into the distance.
.:+|Prozac|+|::.
“This is the man I have become?”
Prozac says as he shakes his head and he struggles to climb up onto the side of the roof but he stands there none the less, the wind blows his jacket bottom as he stands unsteadily on the edge just a few inches from a huge plummit over the side. Once again Prozac grabs the bottle of vodka and takes another drink teetering on the edge. The camera watches the floor as prozac smiles again still teetering on the edge dangling close to falling as he stands there he grabs the bottle of vodka and tips it upside down, pouring what little content there is left in the bottle over to the people many feet below him. The camera focuses on the drop…any stumble; any fall would mean an end for The Med, Prozac.
.:+|Prozac|+|::.
“I have no choice now; this is the option I have to make. This is the path my life has led me to.”
The wind blows on Prozac’s jacket as he looks into the camera one last time he takes a deep breath as he bends his knees and prepares for his descent with the hard unforgiving concrete that lies below, the images of the people below there faces contorted in horror as a man stands above them dead not realizing who he is the thoughts run through his head, clearer than day. Prozac uncoils his legs and jumps...
.:+|Prozac|+|::.
“Goodbye World!”
... Prozac comes crashing down, not to the floor but to the place where he had just been stood, a sick sadistic smile crosses his face as the camera zooms in, his voice is no longer sombre but one of his arrogant self.
.:+|Prozac|+|::.
“Oh come on do you think, I was truly going to do it huh? Do you think that I was about to end my life with everything I have going on in it.”
A chuckle escapes through the thing lips of Prozac as he steps down off the side and back onto the hard concrete of the roof top he instead decides to look down over the side of the roof, the drunken stupor... an act... the emotions an act... an act from a sick and twisted mind.
.:+|Prozac|+|::.“No, this is a message…a messes to who ever is watching and listening, a message to all AWS, a message to the world…I am Prozac, I am the man, I am the best, AWS is my playground and since I walked in the doors here all those months ago you have all been playing in my playground…we have been playing king of the mountain and soon it will be my turn and my time to reign.“
He pauses briefly as he returns his attention to the edge of the roof. Prozac’s expression wasn’t the normal cheerful warm one you are use to, no it was a evil cold one, the smile is still there but it is now a twisted smirk.
.:+|Prozac|+|::.
“And I will do whatever it takes to have my time, my actions have no limits. I will even go far as to play with my life as you saw just a moment ago and if will play with my life like that just think what I will do with someone else’s.”
Prozac snorts, his attitude is much more focused then normal, maybe because his World title shot is right around the corner.
.:+|Prozac|+|::.
“I don’t give a crap about Shane’s life this week. This week he is going to get a taste of what will come at the Pay-Per-View where he will lose his title to me. So Shane hold that belyt nice and close, keep it as a pillow, make love to it if you have to because once I win it from you, YOU will never ever ever ever get it back.”
He shakes his head slightly as he talks.
.:+|Prozac|+|::.
“I don’t give a crap about XKO’s life. X I am going to bash your head so hard I might actually knock some sense into you since apparently you don’t have any. I saw your last promo and you said I beat Scythe…just one problem….I NEVER FACED MORON! That and you said my record isn’t that good? Where were you win the finals of Rebirth, I don’t remember seeing you there…oh wait…that was me. The next time you talk you better have facts it will make you look smarter which granted is a hard thing to do.”
Prozac crosses his arms over his broad chest.
.:+|Prozac|+|::.
“X you said this week us three will go to war? Dude you have no dea what war is.”
He laughs lightly.
.:+|Prozac|+|::.
Don’t let the surrealist door hit you in the ass while the fist of reality cracks you in the fucking head. Drop your illusions; check your ego at the door. Welcome to War, where you are nothing more than a number. A casualty. Not a hero or a heroine. No discrimination, or racism. Not a shred of humanity. Wake up, motherfuckers. Prozac is here, and he’s taking no prisoners in this war. Search and destroy. Burn the village to the ground and let God sort out the mess later. You can’t hold me back; the best you can hope to do is try and keep up.”
He pauses for a moment.
.:+|Prozac|+|::.
“War is hell and I am the fucking Devil.”
Scene fades to black.