Post by stitch3s on Apr 30, 2010 4:57:52 GMT -5
Burn... All... You love...
The world is a playground when you live inside your own head. When you live there, nothing and no one on the outside harm you unless you let them in. There is no room for consequence. My conscious has been locked away, and I will never let that mother fucker out... Not that it would care much anyway. The world is an ugly place...and I've set the world on fire, and it's burning out of control, spinning on it's axis. Only growing stronger... Every one wants to douse the flame. But I'm the only one with the fire extinguisher, and my trigger finger is on the blow torch… I'm too far gone to care about what everyone else wants.
The scene opens up to everyone's hero, Aaron Masters. He has a kiddish smile on his face as he paces back and forth across his locker room that he is sharing with Psycho Luke. He glances at the camera and then continues to walk back and forth and focus on what’s in front of him before his attention snaps right back to the camera.. His eyes get googly
…. He walks up the camera and stares deep into it before breathing warm air on to it.. The lens fogs up, obstructing everyone's view. Aaron laughs under his breath as he he rubs the lens to clean it. He grabs the camera with his free hand and drags in to focus on his face. A wide grinned smile and a fucked up laugh later...
Aaron Masters/
“WELCOME… LADIES... AND… GENTALMEN….TO MY FUCKED UP......... WORLD!.”
Aaron smiles sadistically as he steps back from the camera… The crowd is going completely insane at this point. He steps back and cocks his head to the left... He somewhat continues to pace back and forth.. His eyes still focusing directly into the camera. He looks excited.. pumped up... bouncy... pumped up and bouncy.. Like a beach ball... Don't try to wack him around at Woodstock, he will fuck you up. And if you're a woman, he will lick your tit after.
Aaron Masters/
“Evan… The Star! Twinkle… Twinkle…. And shit…… No, no, no… Let me start that over. Twinkle, twinkle, little star… How far up you think you are. Thought you were above the world so high… Got shot down and crashed and died. Twinkle… twinkle… little Star… That, reaaaaaaaaallly didn't work out like I had wanted it to... What do you think?.”
Aaron looks behind the camera at who is presumably Luke and gets a boo from him. Aaron's face scrunches up as he looks back into the camera again. His eyes are intense.
Aaron Masters/
“Alright, whatever.. Fuck it… Evan Star… The living, breathing god among men. Oh, how all mighty and powerful one must be. With hammer in one hand and Bensons textbook in the other of how to be a boring mother fucker… Wait… No, no that makes perfect sense, considering that is exactly who he sounds like to me right now.”
Stitches/
“AaRon.. You’vE AlWAyS BeEn A FlUke!”
Aaron Masters/
“Well, didn't you come out of no where with that original piece of material, Stitches! But no, that makes complete sense.. I understand where he’s coming from… But the funny thing is, is when I beat him tonight it’s going to be because I step in the ring and just flail around like a dumb fuck.. And if I knock his ass out, then I’ll win with yet another fluke… Hey.. Why not? It works doesn’t it? … Doesn’t it”
Aaron ponders a second as he crosses his arm over his chest… Whatever thought process it was, that hamster was really running around in there. And that fucker had a squeaky exercise wheel, because as he thought.. Aaron seemed to get more and more agitated. He pokes at his forehead trying to force out some type of logical thought process, but it’s just not happening for him… Or is it? Aaron's stance regulates as he proceeds to walk towards the camera and intensely look into it now.
Aaron Masters/
“No, no it doesn’t fucking work that way does it? Where in the fuck do you get off discrediting me? No, I get it, Evan.. Because you walked into some companies that had no talent, you think that you're Epic... Because a bunch of under skilled individuals couldn't beat you? Tell me, Evan... Where is the rush in that? Where is the feeling of excitement? The feeling that at any given moment, things could go completely sour and you could lose it all? You can't tell me... You know why? Because you were never to that point... When have you ever been to that point? And you honestly think that you have learned all you need to know to hang with the top of this business? So let met get this straight... Do you honestly think that running over some small time amateurs makes you something special? Do you honestly fucking think that you can hold that above my head? That you can hold yourself above my fucking head?”
Aaron raises his hand above his head and looks at the camera.. His eyes wide and mouth opened starting at the camera like he was stupid.. Like he was a zombie.. He then cocks his head to the side and starts ramble off again.
Aaron Masters/
“Well, Evan… You have a fucking great point… You're definitely ready for me... You're ready for me to take my fist and slam it into your pretty boy face and make my own type of Picasso painting!”
Aaron spins around and grabs the table that was behind him and flips it over. Whatever was on that table, is not so anymore as it crashed to the ground. Aaron then stomps over to his locker room door and starts pounding on it to get out... Doesn't work, obviously. Aaron cocks his head to the side and takes a few steps back before running at it and leaping into the door with his body.. Slamming into the door and being knocked back onto his ass.. He sits there visably looking frustrated before stading up. Aaron continues to do this... It looks retarded, but he keeps spazzing on the door until Luke walks over and shoves Aaron aside. Luke places his hand on the door knob casually and looks at Aaron while he shakes his head before simply opening the door for him. Aaron walks through the door seeming completely un-phased. He steps into the hallway... The camera closely following behind him. He stops dead in his tracks right outside of his door to see the most epic assortments of cookies/muffins and everything a baked pastry addict could want in life… His face lights up at the site of this as he walks over and looks down all the food and grins very widenly. The camera shooting a view of his side now. Aaron walks a bit to the side of the table while still staring at it. Out of nowhere Aaron drives his fist through an emergency container and takes an axe out of it, that is generally there in cause of fires and proceeds to chop the table down and stomps on all the pastries…Relaxing for a moment.. He takes a deep breath and raises the axe above his head once more before slamming it directly into the wall over and over again. Cutting a hole straight into it and looking into the room while a giant grin on his face. He looks into the room and sees a very startled Shane McMahon.
Aaron Masters/
“HERE’S AARON!”
Aaron wiggles his way through the little hole in the wall he cut out for himself… He steps through it and gets his leg caught before falling flat on his face… Aaron stands up and leaves the axe on the ground as the camera is watching Aaron go up to Shane’s desk.. Shane at this point doesn’t know what the fuck to think.
Aaron Masters/
“So about that championship scramble match… I want in… And you will give it to me.”
Shane McMahon/
“Alright...... Well, we'll see how you do... and depending on how well you do, I may put you on the list... Why didn't you just use the door?”
Aaron Masters/
“Fuck doors… They're taky…”
Aaron smiles very politely as he walks away from Shane and shoves the camera man out of his way before climbing back out of his hole and walking out of the scene.. The camera pans back into the room through Aaron hole to see Shane sitting there in disbelief trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
The world is a playground when you live inside your own head. When you live there, nothing and no one on the outside harm you unless you let them in. There is no room for consequence. My conscious has been locked away, and I will never let that mother fucker out... Not that it would care much anyway. The world is an ugly place...and I've set the world on fire, and it's burning out of control, spinning on it's axis. Only growing stronger... Every one wants to douse the flame. But I'm the only one with the fire extinguisher, and my trigger finger is on the blow torch… I'm too far gone to care about what everyone else wants.
The scene opens up to everyone's hero, Aaron Masters. He has a kiddish smile on his face as he paces back and forth across his locker room that he is sharing with Psycho Luke. He glances at the camera and then continues to walk back and forth and focus on what’s in front of him before his attention snaps right back to the camera.. His eyes get googly
…. He walks up the camera and stares deep into it before breathing warm air on to it.. The lens fogs up, obstructing everyone's view. Aaron laughs under his breath as he he rubs the lens to clean it. He grabs the camera with his free hand and drags in to focus on his face. A wide grinned smile and a fucked up laugh later...Aaron Masters/
“WELCOME… LADIES... AND… GENTALMEN….TO MY FUCKED UP......... WORLD!.”
Aaron smiles sadistically as he steps back from the camera… The crowd is going completely insane at this point. He steps back and cocks his head to the left... He somewhat continues to pace back and forth.. His eyes still focusing directly into the camera. He looks excited.. pumped up... bouncy... pumped up and bouncy.. Like a beach ball... Don't try to wack him around at Woodstock, he will fuck you up. And if you're a woman, he will lick your tit after.
Aaron Masters/
“Evan… The Star! Twinkle… Twinkle…. And shit…… No, no, no… Let me start that over. Twinkle, twinkle, little star… How far up you think you are. Thought you were above the world so high… Got shot down and crashed and died. Twinkle… twinkle… little Star… That, reaaaaaaaaallly didn't work out like I had wanted it to... What do you think?.”
Aaron looks behind the camera at who is presumably Luke and gets a boo from him. Aaron's face scrunches up as he looks back into the camera again. His eyes are intense.
Aaron Masters/
“Alright, whatever.. Fuck it… Evan Star… The living, breathing god among men. Oh, how all mighty and powerful one must be. With hammer in one hand and Bensons textbook in the other of how to be a boring mother fucker… Wait… No, no that makes perfect sense, considering that is exactly who he sounds like to me right now.”
Stitches/
“AaRon.. You’vE AlWAyS BeEn A FlUke!”
Aaron Masters/
“Well, didn't you come out of no where with that original piece of material, Stitches! But no, that makes complete sense.. I understand where he’s coming from… But the funny thing is, is when I beat him tonight it’s going to be because I step in the ring and just flail around like a dumb fuck.. And if I knock his ass out, then I’ll win with yet another fluke… Hey.. Why not? It works doesn’t it? … Doesn’t it”
Aaron ponders a second as he crosses his arm over his chest… Whatever thought process it was, that hamster was really running around in there. And that fucker had a squeaky exercise wheel, because as he thought.. Aaron seemed to get more and more agitated. He pokes at his forehead trying to force out some type of logical thought process, but it’s just not happening for him… Or is it? Aaron's stance regulates as he proceeds to walk towards the camera and intensely look into it now.
Aaron Masters/
“No, no it doesn’t fucking work that way does it? Where in the fuck do you get off discrediting me? No, I get it, Evan.. Because you walked into some companies that had no talent, you think that you're Epic... Because a bunch of under skilled individuals couldn't beat you? Tell me, Evan... Where is the rush in that? Where is the feeling of excitement? The feeling that at any given moment, things could go completely sour and you could lose it all? You can't tell me... You know why? Because you were never to that point... When have you ever been to that point? And you honestly think that you have learned all you need to know to hang with the top of this business? So let met get this straight... Do you honestly think that running over some small time amateurs makes you something special? Do you honestly fucking think that you can hold that above my head? That you can hold yourself above my fucking head?”
Aaron raises his hand above his head and looks at the camera.. His eyes wide and mouth opened starting at the camera like he was stupid.. Like he was a zombie.. He then cocks his head to the side and starts ramble off again.
Aaron Masters/
“Well, Evan… You have a fucking great point… You're definitely ready for me... You're ready for me to take my fist and slam it into your pretty boy face and make my own type of Picasso painting!”
Aaron spins around and grabs the table that was behind him and flips it over. Whatever was on that table, is not so anymore as it crashed to the ground. Aaron then stomps over to his locker room door and starts pounding on it to get out... Doesn't work, obviously. Aaron cocks his head to the side and takes a few steps back before running at it and leaping into the door with his body.. Slamming into the door and being knocked back onto his ass.. He sits there visably looking frustrated before stading up. Aaron continues to do this... It looks retarded, but he keeps spazzing on the door until Luke walks over and shoves Aaron aside. Luke places his hand on the door knob casually and looks at Aaron while he shakes his head before simply opening the door for him. Aaron walks through the door seeming completely un-phased. He steps into the hallway... The camera closely following behind him. He stops dead in his tracks right outside of his door to see the most epic assortments of cookies/muffins and everything a baked pastry addict could want in life… His face lights up at the site of this as he walks over and looks down all the food and grins very widenly. The camera shooting a view of his side now. Aaron walks a bit to the side of the table while still staring at it. Out of nowhere Aaron drives his fist through an emergency container and takes an axe out of it, that is generally there in cause of fires and proceeds to chop the table down and stomps on all the pastries…Relaxing for a moment.. He takes a deep breath and raises the axe above his head once more before slamming it directly into the wall over and over again. Cutting a hole straight into it and looking into the room while a giant grin on his face. He looks into the room and sees a very startled Shane McMahon.
Aaron Masters/
“HERE’S AARON!”
Aaron wiggles his way through the little hole in the wall he cut out for himself… He steps through it and gets his leg caught before falling flat on his face… Aaron stands up and leaves the axe on the ground as the camera is watching Aaron go up to Shane’s desk.. Shane at this point doesn’t know what the fuck to think.
Aaron Masters/
“So about that championship scramble match… I want in… And you will give it to me.”
Shane McMahon/
“Alright...... Well, we'll see how you do... and depending on how well you do, I may put you on the list... Why didn't you just use the door?”
Aaron Masters/
“Fuck doors… They're taky…”
Aaron smiles very politely as he walks away from Shane and shoves the camera man out of his way before climbing back out of his hole and walking out of the scene.. The camera pans back into the room through Aaron hole to see Shane sitting there in disbelief trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
