Post by "The New Era Icon" David Calaz on Jun 17, 2007 19:23:52 GMT -5
Another turning point,
A fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist
Directs you where to go
So make the best of this test
And don't ask why
It's not a question
But a lesson learned in time
It's something unpredictable
But in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
So take the photographs
And still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while
It's something unpredictable
But in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable
But in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable
But in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
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Slowly from the shadows comes a force, a force to not to be taken lightly. They draw closer each time, the footsteps slowly making their way through the hallow corridor.
He tilts his head and climbs into bed, grits his teeth and giggles nervously; he hears the footsteps getting closer. He doesn't sleep much on account of the terrible noise he hears screams of despair and desperation.
Sometimes the man sits up thinking he has heard something, has he? Or is it just a sick and twisted game being played by them?
The man feels like someone is making a conscious effort to cause him misery, but who could it be? His taste buds desert him, he needs a drink of water, slowly he throws back his sheets and lifts a leg out of bed... wait, was that a creak? no it couldn't have been, the man is home alone he has locked all the windows and doors.
Slowly he moves to his bedroom door, a tapping on the window begins, he hesitantly moves toward it, slowly reaching forward and throwing back his curtains... A branch tapping on the window, it was only a branch... or was it?
He makes his way back to his door, slowly turning the handle, his hand becomes sweaty, he knows something isn't right, he can't quite put his finger on the problem though, swinging open the door he see's them, standing at his door way, they are not familiar with each other. The two men at the door way grab him, and throw him to the floor.
As he lays he thinks of his family, he knows what is coming, it is the end, the two men begin to beat him, does he know who they are... of course he does, it is them, they have come for him, come to finish what they started many years ago.
The man realises the pain he has suffered in his life, he wishes to be dead, and relieves all power to the men. He sees visions in his; he is walking out of his room and down the path outside his house. He finds the nearest train station and makes his way to the middle of the track where he shuts his eyes... And slowly dies.
Back to the room and their hands on his ribcage, their fingers grasping. Slowly they cover his mouth, stopping his breathing until slowly he passes out... And die...
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A hand grasping a belt, not just any belt, the Xtreme title, the hand belongs to none other than David Calaz, recently fired from his job and now making his own name for himself. He sits back rubbing his title staring at it as if possessed. He is alone, sitting on a bench in the XVI locker room. His wrestling gear hangs behind him. As he stars blankly into his title he slowly rubs across it. He seems to be in some sort of trance, staring blankly not moving anything but his hand.
~ “The New Era Icon” David Calaz ~
The floodgates of hell are about to open, havoc will be wreaked. We will seek our vengeance; we will inject the poison needed to kill this company. Stop it dead...
Calaz caresses the belt once again, still not taking his eyes away from it. The camera zooms in on Calaz as he lifts his head for the first time and stares evilly into the camera.
~ “The New Era Icon” David Calaz ~
It has started, it is almost time to unveil the disease, it will all happen soon enough. Prozac I am sorry, we have had our ups and downs but you decided to stay and work for Mak, you became an enemy and I will not let anyone stand in the way of my dream, I will beat you Rob, then I will win the King Of The Ring... Then, it all begins. The poison will start to seep through the veins of this company, slowly killing it from the inside, taking away anything meaningful. Start the countdown, it is coming...
Calaz looks back down at his belt; he begins to rub it once more and becomes lost in the trance like state again. The camera slowly backs off and the scene fades to black.
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A fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist
Directs you where to go
So make the best of this test
And don't ask why
It's not a question
But a lesson learned in time
It's something unpredictable
But in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
So take the photographs
And still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while
It's something unpredictable
But in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable
But in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable
But in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
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Slowly from the shadows comes a force, a force to not to be taken lightly. They draw closer each time, the footsteps slowly making their way through the hallow corridor.
He tilts his head and climbs into bed, grits his teeth and giggles nervously; he hears the footsteps getting closer. He doesn't sleep much on account of the terrible noise he hears screams of despair and desperation.
Sometimes the man sits up thinking he has heard something, has he? Or is it just a sick and twisted game being played by them?
The man feels like someone is making a conscious effort to cause him misery, but who could it be? His taste buds desert him, he needs a drink of water, slowly he throws back his sheets and lifts a leg out of bed... wait, was that a creak? no it couldn't have been, the man is home alone he has locked all the windows and doors.
Slowly he moves to his bedroom door, a tapping on the window begins, he hesitantly moves toward it, slowly reaching forward and throwing back his curtains... A branch tapping on the window, it was only a branch... or was it?
He makes his way back to his door, slowly turning the handle, his hand becomes sweaty, he knows something isn't right, he can't quite put his finger on the problem though, swinging open the door he see's them, standing at his door way, they are not familiar with each other. The two men at the door way grab him, and throw him to the floor.
As he lays he thinks of his family, he knows what is coming, it is the end, the two men begin to beat him, does he know who they are... of course he does, it is them, they have come for him, come to finish what they started many years ago.
The man realises the pain he has suffered in his life, he wishes to be dead, and relieves all power to the men. He sees visions in his; he is walking out of his room and down the path outside his house. He finds the nearest train station and makes his way to the middle of the track where he shuts his eyes... And slowly dies.
Back to the room and their hands on his ribcage, their fingers grasping. Slowly they cover his mouth, stopping his breathing until slowly he passes out... And die...
[glow=Black,2,300]~ Scene Opens ~[/glow]
A hand grasping a belt, not just any belt, the Xtreme title, the hand belongs to none other than David Calaz, recently fired from his job and now making his own name for himself. He sits back rubbing his title staring at it as if possessed. He is alone, sitting on a bench in the XVI locker room. His wrestling gear hangs behind him. As he stars blankly into his title he slowly rubs across it. He seems to be in some sort of trance, staring blankly not moving anything but his hand.
~ “The New Era Icon” David Calaz ~
The floodgates of hell are about to open, havoc will be wreaked. We will seek our vengeance; we will inject the poison needed to kill this company. Stop it dead...
Calaz caresses the belt once again, still not taking his eyes away from it. The camera zooms in on Calaz as he lifts his head for the first time and stares evilly into the camera.
~ “The New Era Icon” David Calaz ~
It has started, it is almost time to unveil the disease, it will all happen soon enough. Prozac I am sorry, we have had our ups and downs but you decided to stay and work for Mak, you became an enemy and I will not let anyone stand in the way of my dream, I will beat you Rob, then I will win the King Of The Ring... Then, it all begins. The poison will start to seep through the veins of this company, slowly killing it from the inside, taking away anything meaningful. Start the countdown, it is coming...
Calaz looks back down at his belt; he begins to rub it once more and becomes lost in the trance like state again. The camera slowly backs off and the scene fades to black.
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7 Days and counting.
Survive... If we let you...
Survive... If we let you...
