Post by "The New Era Icon" David Calaz on Jun 17, 2007 9:17:32 GMT -5
Please sleep, my darling, sleep
Your cry for inspiration
Never reaches ears on distant stars
And every night our lonely planet
Slides across the universe
And I won't pretend I understand
Please sleep, my darling, sleep
Your death by information
Won't disturb the peace on distant stars
And even when you lock the doors
And slide behind the unlit shades
None of us are strangers anymore
Fall asleep with the windows open
Come to me with the worst you've said and done
You'll close your eyes and see me
A little death makes life more meaningful
I stand no chance at all
Please, sleep my darling, sleep
Your car crash in slow motion
Won't upset the pace on distant stars
And one by one the years of our lives
Stumble as the moments pass
So please hold on, so please hold on
So fall asleep with the windows open
Come to me with the worst you've said and done
You'll close your eyes and see me
A little death makes life more meaningful
I stand no chance at all
Please, sleep my darling, sleep
Please, sleep my darling, sleep
So fall asleep with the windows open
Come to me with the worst you've said and done
You'll close your eyes and see me
A little death makes life more meaningful
I stand no chance at all
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[glow=Black,2,300]~ Scene Opens ~[/glow]
The sun shines brightly in the sky, not a cloud in sight. Birds singing songs in the tree's creating a tranquil feeling in the air. As the camera pans down from the sky to the floor the feeling becomes less joyful. Gravestones fill the picture; they are in all shapes and sizes, all showing different names. General wear and tear has took its toll on some of the graves but one stands out, it is a fresh grave the head stone still glistening in the sun's rays.
The sound of footsteps echo through the air. They draw closer, and closer until they suddenly... Stop.
The camera pans to a headstone, sitting down in front of this headstone are two people one man and one woman, both look sad whilst staring into the gravestone as if lost in its presence. The woman reaches over and wraps an arm around the man sitting next to her and softly whispers into his ear.
~ Jaime Reed ~
Dave... tell me what you're thinking?
Calaz turns his head to Jaime and stares deeply into her eyes, he takes a deep breathe and prepares to answer her question.
~ “The New Era Icon” David Calaz ~
One of the last things I ever told him was that I would one day do him proud. When I won this title I showed the world and Jerry that I am a force to be reckoned with. And then last week, I was fired from the company that I loved, that I helped through its early days by that ass hole Makaveli. That is when I thought it was all lost, then I thought to myself, why should I stop just because some ass hole decided he didn't like me any more... Well I will move on without him on to bigger and better things.
Jaime looks over at Calaz inquisitively, she un-wraps her arms from around him, grabs his hand she leans in and slowly kisses Calaz's forehead.
~ Jaime Reed ~
I understand and you know I'm here all ways, and so is Jerry, he may not be here in flesh and blood but his spirit lives on, inside of you and me and his family and every wrestling fan that cheers your name while your out there.
Calaz stand up, he slowly reaches forward and places his hand on the headstone. Jaime stands up and grabs his other hand tight. Calaz takes a deep breathe, sighs heavily and starts to speak.
~ “The New Era Icon” David Calaz ~
The thing is, not many fans cheer me, and I'm not complaining I don't need them to cheer me, I don't care if they cheer me or not, every night I go out there I prove my self again and again. I'm 17 years old, many people still treat me as a child yet I am a champion. And come KOTR when I beat either Rachel or Thor in the final and I get my hand raised at the end of the match that is when I will cement my rightful place in wrestling history when I become the first ever XVI King Of The Ring.
~ Jaime Reed ~
But, what about Prozac? you still have to beat him
~ “The New Era Icon” David Calaz ~
Prozac doesn’t worry me, he would rather take the piss out of this business than take it seriously, he likes to have a joke and a laugh, fair enough but when it comes to in the ring the joking and the laughing has to stop. I have beaten Prozac before, I can and will do it again.
Calaz taps the top of the headstone lightly.
~ “The New Era Icon” David Calaz ~
Sleep tight old friend, I will be back soon enough; I will make you proud of me... I promise
Calaz and Jaime slowly walk away from the grave. The camera zooms in and focuses on the gravestone for a few seconds the wind blows the flag that is propped up next to it as the scene slowly fades to black.
[glow=Black,2,300]~ Scene Ends ~[/glow]
Your cry for inspiration
Never reaches ears on distant stars
And every night our lonely planet
Slides across the universe
And I won't pretend I understand
Please sleep, my darling, sleep
Your death by information
Won't disturb the peace on distant stars
And even when you lock the doors
And slide behind the unlit shades
None of us are strangers anymore
Fall asleep with the windows open
Come to me with the worst you've said and done
You'll close your eyes and see me
A little death makes life more meaningful
I stand no chance at all
Please, sleep my darling, sleep
Your car crash in slow motion
Won't upset the pace on distant stars
And one by one the years of our lives
Stumble as the moments pass
So please hold on, so please hold on
So fall asleep with the windows open
Come to me with the worst you've said and done
You'll close your eyes and see me
A little death makes life more meaningful
I stand no chance at all
Please, sleep my darling, sleep
Please, sleep my darling, sleep
So fall asleep with the windows open
Come to me with the worst you've said and done
You'll close your eyes and see me
A little death makes life more meaningful
I stand no chance at all
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[glow=Black,2,300]~ Scene Opens ~[/glow]
The sun shines brightly in the sky, not a cloud in sight. Birds singing songs in the tree's creating a tranquil feeling in the air. As the camera pans down from the sky to the floor the feeling becomes less joyful. Gravestones fill the picture; they are in all shapes and sizes, all showing different names. General wear and tear has took its toll on some of the graves but one stands out, it is a fresh grave the head stone still glistening in the sun's rays.
The sound of footsteps echo through the air. They draw closer, and closer until they suddenly... Stop.
The camera pans to a headstone, sitting down in front of this headstone are two people one man and one woman, both look sad whilst staring into the gravestone as if lost in its presence. The woman reaches over and wraps an arm around the man sitting next to her and softly whispers into his ear.
~ Jaime Reed ~
Dave... tell me what you're thinking?
Calaz turns his head to Jaime and stares deeply into her eyes, he takes a deep breathe and prepares to answer her question.
~ “The New Era Icon” David Calaz ~
One of the last things I ever told him was that I would one day do him proud. When I won this title I showed the world and Jerry that I am a force to be reckoned with. And then last week, I was fired from the company that I loved, that I helped through its early days by that ass hole Makaveli. That is when I thought it was all lost, then I thought to myself, why should I stop just because some ass hole decided he didn't like me any more... Well I will move on without him on to bigger and better things.
Jaime looks over at Calaz inquisitively, she un-wraps her arms from around him, grabs his hand she leans in and slowly kisses Calaz's forehead.
~ Jaime Reed ~
I understand and you know I'm here all ways, and so is Jerry, he may not be here in flesh and blood but his spirit lives on, inside of you and me and his family and every wrestling fan that cheers your name while your out there.
Calaz stand up, he slowly reaches forward and places his hand on the headstone. Jaime stands up and grabs his other hand tight. Calaz takes a deep breathe, sighs heavily and starts to speak.
~ “The New Era Icon” David Calaz ~
The thing is, not many fans cheer me, and I'm not complaining I don't need them to cheer me, I don't care if they cheer me or not, every night I go out there I prove my self again and again. I'm 17 years old, many people still treat me as a child yet I am a champion. And come KOTR when I beat either Rachel or Thor in the final and I get my hand raised at the end of the match that is when I will cement my rightful place in wrestling history when I become the first ever XVI King Of The Ring.
~ Jaime Reed ~
But, what about Prozac? you still have to beat him
~ “The New Era Icon” David Calaz ~
Prozac doesn’t worry me, he would rather take the piss out of this business than take it seriously, he likes to have a joke and a laugh, fair enough but when it comes to in the ring the joking and the laughing has to stop. I have beaten Prozac before, I can and will do it again.
Calaz taps the top of the headstone lightly.
~ “The New Era Icon” David Calaz ~
Sleep tight old friend, I will be back soon enough; I will make you proud of me... I promise
Calaz and Jaime slowly walk away from the grave. The camera zooms in and focuses on the gravestone for a few seconds the wind blows the flag that is propped up next to it as the scene slowly fades to black.
[glow=Black,2,300]~ Scene Ends ~[/glow]
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The banging of the drums, the shouting of an army.
They draw nearer and nearer, they will exact their revenge.
It is almost time; you can hear their footsteps approaching.
Slowly...
Slowly...
Slowly...
Then they stop, the heart monitor continues beeping, but for how long.
They will pull the plug, you will die.
They won't be able to hear you scream, be prepared...
...They Are Coming...
They draw nearer and nearer, they will exact their revenge.
It is almost time; you can hear their footsteps approaching.
Slowly...
Slowly...
Slowly...
Then they stop, the heart monitor continues beeping, but for how long.
They will pull the plug, you will die.
They won't be able to hear you scream, be prepared...
...They Are Coming...
