Post by Tyler Malcolm on Sept 16, 2011 19:32:28 GMT -5
I'm a fucking walking paradox, no I'm not
Tyler Malcolm finds himself locked inside a house of mirrors. Surrounding him all around, from all sides and all angles are mirrors, reflecting the image of Tyler sitting on the ground with his legs crossed and tucked in close to his stomach. The dozens of reflections make it hard to tell exactly what is and is not a reflection and the camera spinning panoramically certainly doesn't help fix the illusion of 1,000 Tylers. The observant viewer picks up on the fact that now, after the panorama has stopped, that we now are staring at the real Tyler Malcolm, as the words ‘THE CREATOR’ stitched onto his white t-shirt and hat now read right, contrary to being backwards before. Tyler sits criss-crossed, his back and torso straight, his hands in his lap, fingers playing with one another. His head turns to look around the room, his expression curious and concentrated. He gazes into the camera with his dark eyes.
TYLER
Look in my eyes, what do you see?
Tyler once more begins looking around at himself, staring into the eyes of the reflections surrounding him. The camera spins around, now focusing in on the first mirror panel, at the first reflection of Tyler Malcolm.
TYLER
"Still water runs deep." Never was one for talking a lot, mostly kept to myself in school. Wasn't because I was shy or scared. I mean, yeah, I was pretty socially awkward... but that's because I never felt like I belonged. I always felt superior to my peers. I mean, you take a look at what they called "smart." Kids with straight A's and whatnot. Psh. As if remembering something a teacher told you equals intelligence in anyway. All it means, all it makes you... is a sheep. All you know, all you believe and all that you see is what you were told. That's a big problem in today's society. No one thinks for themselves. No one dares think outside the box, because that's too different. That's too... weird. I was always the weird kid. Cause I was always thinking. Thinking things far too complex for these average-minded sheep to ever understand. I kept to myself not to protect myself from their petty insults, but to protect them from the truths of the world.
The camera spins to another panel.
TYLER
Back in high school, I was between girlfriends, at this party slamming down shots. My friends and I would usually go down to the store and cause mayhem for the employees, and on this night the plan was no different. We head out, driving drunk, not giving a fuck. Kid I seen from school was working solo. My friends and I thought it'd be funny to mess with this kid. So we do. Mess him up pretty bad. Going into detail would make the devil's skin crawl... kid was weird, though. Always keeping to himself, reading and shit. Punk deserved it.
An image of the actual Tyler sitting in the center of the room flashes on the screen. His hands grasping his head, a look of anguish on his face. Quickly we land on another panel, another reflection.
TYLER
Swallow the sin of men...
Quickly it goes to the next panel.
TYLER
I'm immaculate. Godly. I'm the mother-fucking Creator.
The camera cuts back to Tyler sitting in the center of the house of mirrors. He looks up at the roof, the heavens, his eyes clenched shut tightly. His nails digging into his skin. His face ridden with torment and agony. He screams. The reflections laugh. Tyler's fist shoots out and connects with glass, it shatters. His other fist - shatter. Tyler has at it, swinging his fists around the area. The camera dips to the floor and lands on its side, saving us from viewing the violent scene. Shards of glass lay in the pools of blood. Tyler's feet back away from the camera until his back hits the wall. He slowly slides down it, his knees up. He crosses his arms around his knees and looks up. Tears roll down his face. He wipes them with his bloody hands, smearing blood on his face. The tears slowly fade, the blood dries but remains.
TYLER
I'm a fucking walking paradox. And Dante White... your name alone seems to be, quite paradoxical. Dante White. Dante - an incredibly devilish name. Very dark. Then... White - the exact opposite of dark. I'm not sure how that really ties into anything... hell, I'm not sure how anything I do ties into anything I will do. I've always kind of just done things. This Saturday, though, I won't be just doing things for the sake of doing them. No, no. And the things that I do to you in our Hardcore match, they won't be to hurt you, Mr. White. They'll be to bring me the utmost pleasure... and to show Shawn Michaels. that I'm not just some guy stopping in for a few months that'll leave. No, no this match... it shows I'm here to stay. It'll show my dedication. What I'm willing to put my body through to garner the success I strive for. Mr. White, please don't be afraid, though. Fear is a hard emotion to control, probably second behind love, so if you are feeling your a little anxious... if your palms get sweaty and your heart rate accelerates... just do what I do and turn the fear into anger. While fear is self damaging, anger and rage fall on the opposite side of the spectrum. Just a bit of friendly advice, Mr. White. It'll more or less wind up helping me, but hey, whatever. When asked his opinions on me, Mr. Shawn Michaels gave a very, very brief answer. He said: "Bright future." Haha... oh, Mr. Michaels, you can call my future bright, and you'd be right. My future is bright. My future is odd... my future... is coming on.
Tyler stands, blood dripping from his hands and arms.
TYLER
I just gotta get to a hospital first.
Tyler walks past the camera, off the screen.