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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 9, 2011 18:37:04 GMT -5
Accomplishments: -2x World Heavyweight Champion -Custom Champion -SNME Champion
Notable Feuds: -Jericho -Justin Tyger -Sting -Mr. Kennedy -Randy Orton -Kurt Angle -G Stone -Kammy
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 9, 2011 19:40:07 GMT -5
The beginning of the end of my life. A glaze of moonlight is shinning down on a playground where a little boy is lightly swinging on a swing. This boy with locks of gold hair that cover his eyes, a most expensive of leather jacket, and ripped jeans, that are worn under a Punisher T-Shirt. This boy with scars on his face is surrounded by dozens of kids, dressed in a similar way. All the boys are throwing rocks are passing cars as Raven appears on the screen. Raven: January 21, 1976; the beginning of the end of my life. Look at that boy (Raven points to the child who swings, minding his own business) this was me with a smile. A Ford roars down the street with peeling paint, a broken window, and is filled with dents all around it. It comes to a halt in front of the park, and all the kids scramble, the hide behind swings, see-saws anything they can find. All of the children seem to disappear except the little boy on the swings. A tall figure slams the passenger door open and demands for the little boy to get in. Father figure: Scott Levy, get in this car right now!
Raven: And there he is, evil himself, my father. Or as I dread to think of referring to him as Chris Jericho. And there I go a display of public humiliation; ruining my life, the beginning of another day that I once dread living. Scott Levy walks over to his father’s truck and climbs into the monstrous vehicle. The door is slammed, a piercing pound echoes throughout the park. The Ford is floured and goes speeding off through the dark as the kids gather and talk and laugh at Scott. The scene ends, a blank black screen shows for several seconds, and then a new one begins, this time with the Ford pulling up to a run down house. One you would see in the ghetto, a cheap steal gate in the front, destroyed brown grass, broken windows, a door that looks to have been found in the trash. A horror that could be listed for every in a never ending abyss like list. Father Figure: Get out you damn waste of a life. The door is flung open and Scott Levy is tossed out on the dead grass, the Ford speeds away into the distance. Raven: Chris Jericho…dad. Here was the start of all my pain, the humiliation in front of my friends.
Scott Levy: I never want to show my face again! Scott Levy goes towards the house in tears as he swings open the door, the door nearly ripping out of its’ hinges. Scott frantically dashes to his room. He jog past his mother’s room; she is sleeping with a man for money, and runs in to his own room. A cheap, dark, garbage dump- like room that is something out of a nightmare and this kid calls it home. A clock is shown it says 11:47; the clock is spinning quickly as it stops when it hits 4:39. Now the old roar of an engine is heard again and the father is home. He goes to Scott’s room and turns the door handle. It is locked so he kicks down the door and enters the room. Levy falls out of the bed in fear as his father has scissors in one hands and his belt in the other. The father tosses the scissors on the bead and takes the belt high in the air and assaults Scott until he is in a bloody mess. Raven (choked up): Humiliating me in front of my friends not go enough, now you need to do this Chris (Jericho). The first time you beat me was not enough, the first time you put me down, wasn’t enough. You needed to come back for more. The father figure (Chris Jericho) throws Scott Levy on the bed. His lifeless body lying there, as the father takes the scissors and begins to cut the gold locks. Each hair falls on the floor as the scene fades and we are taken to a classroom. Raven: Defeat number two, but still it wasn’t good enough. A school bell rings and children and a teacher storms the class room and take their proper seats. All the kids laugh as they see Scott…bald. Even the teacher couldn’t help but laugh at the poor child. Once again a clock is shown turning abnormally fast until it hits 2:30 and the bell rings again. All the children and the teacher run out of the room, but not Scott. Raven: Graduation was no where near. I suffered for so many more years. All the days it got worse and worse. A hate grew fiercer and the tears stopped. Than the day happened… The scene fades and we are taken back to that familiar home where Levy and his father are in a room. Yelling is ringing out and the feel of something bad can be sensed. Scott pulls out a knife and charges at the father, he injects the knife in to the body and blood pours out staining the floor. Raven: This day, a mythical day of celebration. In my eyes I have accomplished the ultimate victory as I finally put a stop to the monster. I stood up and took what was mine, I did it and no one stopped me. Jericho, history repeats itself. Before Raven could finish police sirens are ringing as Scott Levy’s mom is crying in the door way naked. A big, black man walks in behind her. Black man: Get back in that bed you bitch! Scott Levy smirks and the look in his eyes is psychotic. He runs towards the man and his mother, he stabs both of them several times as cops run in to the house. Scott is terrified as the cops grab him and beat him and take him away. He is thrown in to a police car and is taken to jail. Raven: My destruction, will not be held accountable like it was all these years ago. Jericho, at Seven Deadly Sins it is my time. A new era as the old era has ended. The era of Raven, Raven as World Champion. And when I destroy you into a complete destruction of blood and guts, everyone will realize what this mad man has wanted you all to realize all along. He will not stop at any thing, and he doesn’t care if he kills himself in the progress. Scott Levy is than shown getting out of jail, scars covering his body and a package is shown highlighting his career. When the video ends we are taken to the playground where this segment started. Raven: History repeats itself, but it can be controlled the second time. And the first time I was scared and helpless. But now I am a monster and I am coming to get what is mine. That World Heavyweight Title and your blood for my wine. Because although this place marked the beginning of the end of my life. It now marks the start of the new beginning, the new beginning of Raven and my new life… as World Champion. An echo of a Ford pulling near is heard as the screen fades black.Raven: Quote the Raven nevermore! Raven gets up from the swing and walks away as the sun begins to rise. The video goes black and this poem appears on screen. Defeats come
But are concurred
But than history goes and repeats
And the concurred are forgotten.
As life seeks a hero
All men fall
Until the day
A Raven was called
To take all
To crucify the sins
All Seven of them
But now the time is back
For Jesus doesn’t give a crap
And the title is mine
And the dreams are gone
And the hope has faded
As Raven takes the belt for the celebration.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 9, 2011 19:43:34 GMT -5
A demon like chill fills the souls of thousands as on their television screens Raven appears. He is sitting on a balcony, hundreds of feet in the air, full of pain and despair. He looks around, a fear in his eyes. He seems worried, sacred, a world champion brought to fear by god.
Raven: I sit here, days before one of my biggest matches in my career in a fear from god. God has sent me a message that I will and can no longer be the man I once was. And now just days, hours, minutes, away from my match ageist the future of wrestling Randy Orton, I have to admit, sadly, that I am worried. See I have faced the best and one. People like Triple H, Chris Jericho, Batista, and Sting have all fallen victim. Victim of an unexplainable cancer, incurable, undeniable, unforgettable cancer. But, now I face a man that I have never beaten. Randy Orton. The most underrated wrestler in the history of this business. A man who has concurred fear and spit in his face. Now this grudge I have has been hidden but, it is soon to come out. A man capable of more evil than Robert Stalin and Adolf Hitler combined. A man more evil than the devil, and my pure than god.
Raven stands up and walks over to the edge of the balcony.
He reaches the balcony and bends over the top of it.
Raven: What a cruel world. Full of people that shouldn’t live, full of wasted air hugging bastards. Thousands of them fill this earth and it pissed me the hell off. It is time for that to change, Christ won’t do it, satin won’t do it, but I will! All these humans, it makes me sick. All of them worthless. It should make you all feel like shit knowing you are all worthless. I don’t need you, god doesn’t need you, and no body needs any of you. Randy Orton, the wrestling world doesn’t want you, and god doesn’t want you. So I guess I will dispose of you for the angels to feed on like a starving pack of wolfs.
Randy Orton, see that way. It’s the future, and the future for you is dark. Like the black abyss that has crept inside me and took control of my heart and my will. See Orton, you have failed time and time again. Your heat and momentum has faded, and now the saint of wrestling has come. I will take that momentum you had, and make it for me to have. I will revolutionize myself once again, and I will hurt you. Orton, you will not make it to Highway to Hell.
You will be the newest member of a famous list, a list of victims of a cancer….the cancer of raven. See it is already growing and infecting you, you soon I will finish you off. Soon Jericho will get his final dose of the cancer, Triple H will be put away, Sting will be a mere name of the past, and Batista will be gunned down like he was an ‘animal.’ See a famous poet once said that ‘If you shall take an eye for an eye, why not take a life for a life.’ Orton god has taken my life, so I will return the favor with a sacrifice of you. Your blood will be a wine for angles to dine on, when they devourer your body. Because love is the funeral of hearts, and the hearts are black. Randy Orton, prepare for a war. As wrestling has been gone for so long but, it is finally back! Randy Orton, we will steal Saturday’s show. And that is not because you can wrestle, it is because I am a god. Not a god of wrestling, a god of sins and evil. Orton you don’t understand this. God is dead, satin…..me…..rules this world. Orton I will through you in to the darkness and make you see. That a Raven over head means death, and the Raven is taking your soul. Quote it, hate it, nevermore. A raven flies over head and Raven jumps over the balcony. He falls in to the darkness and the screen fades.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 9, 2011 19:44:14 GMT -5
A hot crowd, filled in a capacity arena, switch in to hurtful boos as Choke by Kazy plays over the P.A system.
CHOKE
Choke on myself for you I spoke on my need for you My fire for you And now I Choke on my knees for you.
(SMOKES APPEARS ON STAGE)
I'll be a saviour I'll fight these demons till they drop I choke on my knees for you It's pulling me hard bleeding we are but its never too far I dont get it CHOKE I cant take this I wont make it far I cant BREATHE I CHOKE Choke on myself for you I spoke on my need for you my fire for you and now I CHOKE on my knees for you Falling faster burnt my wings Cant get these bruning wings to stop (whisper)I want you It's pulling me hard bleeding we are but its never too far I dont get it CHOKE I cant take this I wont make it far I cant BREATHE I CHOKE I cant breathe (repeats) I choke on my need for you choke on my life for you I choke on my knees for you choke on my life for you I I dont get it CHOKE I cant take this I wont make it far I cant BREATHE I CHOKE
The song ends with its signature beat but, still on an empty stag Raven has not appeared.
Raven: Well look at that. You were all tricked again!
The crowd all turns simultaneously towards the Raven’s Nest as Raven is standing by the ledge.
Raven: It seems that now you have all figured out that you have been fooled, and since you all have realized your mistake, and you all found me I guess it is time for my fun to end and the business to start! See I have been on a roll as of late, a roll that hasn’t been seen in years. Everyone who has come face to face with me has fallen victim, collapsed to my feet, in bloody messes than stained my boots. People like Chris Jericho, a man who lost his pride and his world title to me. A man I defeated not just once but, twice. Randy Orton, the Legend Killer, your hero. Even the man with the power of the RKO fell victim to me. I am Raven, the most powerful evil in this industry today. I am your world champion, I am the man who kills fan favorites, and makes there band wagon cry. I am like a doctor of evil, hated by all. But, the more people who hate me just get infected with the cancer, my cancer, the cancer of raven.
Raven starts to walk down the Nest’s stair way. Raven shows he is wearing a black leather jacket, a tee shirt with a Raven design, traditional ripped blue jeans, and the world title on his waist.
Raven: See as my list of victims keeps on going on and on one thing is for clear. The challenge of your hero’s goes down and down. And now once again I get to face another one of your heroes, the man they call Sting. See me and Sting go way back. We were in companies together and we stole all my glory just like I did his in other companies. We have had one match in all of history of wrestling and that match was in NHBWO where I defeated him in a four way dance to win the FTW title. Those were the days, where extreme meant me hurting another one of the icons in this industry and Shawn Michaels ruled the world. But, now I look around, around this arena, and I am so sick.
Raven continues his walk down the steps until he reaches the bottom and steps in to the crowd.
Raven: I look around and see wasted breath and life. I see sluts. (Raven looks over to a girl wearing a short cut skirt and smirks.) I see men who breed bastards and take drugs. (He looks over to a ripped muscle man.) And I see bastards themselves. (He looks over to a baby in a carriage.) Than I look in the mirror every day and I see one of the few men in the entire world, now or the past who deserve their lives. Probably the only other people in this world being Adolf Hitler, Joseph Stalin, Mao Zedong, Saddam Hussein, and Paul Heyman. See and all these people either did the world for you or killed you. The way this world should still be like. And I feel it is my duty to do it. Men have died, people have risen, and this cycle will continue. It is never ending, just like the legend of Sting. Sting a man who held the WCW world belt a few times and now he is some type of god. Well I have held the WCW, ECW, TNA, IWA, NHBWO, and SNME world title and I am still a disrespected bastard. Now it is my time to shine and prove something.
Raven continues to walk and than jumps over the barricade, and slides in to the ring.
Raven: See, Saturday I get to face another hero, I get to add another name to my victims list, and I to do the same shit I have been doing for the last 8 months. It is time for me to put an end to this repeating pattern of bull crap. I have made all the icons and heroes of this industry fall and now look I get to do it all again, this is more of this political back stage bull crap and I hate it and won’t stand for it. It is time for a change, and mark my words I will do it. SO fuck the politics back stage, fuck all of you, and fuck myself. I hate this and won’t stand for it. Tonight starts the change. The change for good, now I don’t want you to quote the raven instead quote this. He who deny me, will be denied, until the ultimate evil stops it.
Raven sticks his hands in the air and poses with the crucifix as the screen goes black!
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 9, 2011 19:44:56 GMT -5
An endless passage filled with smoke appears on screen. The camera is tilted downwards towards a pair of expensive, black, leather shoes. In the faint background foot steps stomping is heard. The camera slowly pans up and Joey Styles appears on screen. Suddenly, another body appears on stage. Wearing a black leather jacket, a Clockwork Orange shirt, ripped dark blue denim jeans and black converses. He turns and faces the camera with gold locks of hair covering his face. He exhales a deep breath and his hair disappears from the front of his face. The man is Raven, and the crowd boos as they see the Saturday Night main Event’s World Heavyweight Champion on screen. Joey Styles: Welcome everyone to another session of the Styles Block. Tonight my guest is a former custom champion, a former NHBWO champion, and the current SNME World Heavyweight Champion of the world. He is Raven, a man I have known and respect for many years and one of my deepest and best friends in the entire world.
Raven: Stop the crap, Joey. I ain’t here to hear no fake bull shit stories. Raven is a loner, a friendless, dark, sick, evil, loner who has no friends. Now Joey if you can’t face that fact, I don’t need no second man, waste of life to help me put on a promo.
Joey Styles: (under his breath) Well, sorry I didn’t know you had your panties in a bunch tonight. (normal speech) Any way now we are on to the questions. How do you feel going in to Highway to Hell.
Raven: What am I feeling, Joey? I am feeling the joy and happiness that will soon be running through my veins as five other men fall victim to the cancer of raven. Randy Orton, a blue chipper in this industry. But, Orton is cocky and will fall victim to me. Orton was a man that had a career but, I will be ending it soon. Than you have Chris Jericho a man that I beat two weeks straight and the man that gave up his pride when I even flowed him to win this title. That there is Batista, the Animal like that is suppost to scare me. Batista is nothing but a steroid taking freak that will get gunned down by a hunter. And that’s fact, go shoot. Sting a man that just last week fell victim in front of millions of viewers to the even flow. Than you have Triple H. A man that gave up his pride to put the new talent over, well he will learn that new talent and old talent, just like himself, will fall victim to me. But, Joey, Highway to Hell is so far away. And I have other issues this week to take care of. So let’s just keep this segment rolling.
Joey Styles: Fair enough. Well how do you feel about your match this week; it is a huge match and is pay per view quality.
Raven: Joey, stop putting cheap plugs in my interview, or just like Ryan Beyer I will break in to your house and kill you family. And that isn’t a shoot that is truth. But, going on to this week I have been unfairly booked. See this isn’t a six man tag match this is a handicap match. See this isn’t DX and Raven vs. Sting, Batista, and Randy Orton. This is Raven vs. DX, Randy Orton, Sting, and Batista. And where is Jericho in this. Is he too scared to show up and face me again...I guess so. See I am a loner. And that is the sad truth and now I become victim to that truth. I have to face arguably the best world champion in history Shawn Michaels. A man I have never faced but, would give the world to face. Now I have my chance, I get to fight the man who takes glory for making this world championship. I get to add him to the list of victims, victims of the cancer of raven. Than there is Shawn’s lackey Triple H. A man that I have faced and beaten and I guess I have to do it all again. See Shawn I could go and get some of my lackeys. Like the Blue Meanie, the Musketeer, among many others. But, I don’t. See I am a man, a lonely and miserable man. See Shawn one day me and you will face one on one. Not in a so called ‘team’ not in this handicap match but, one on one. And I can’t wait for that day so I can kick your ass from one side of the arena to the next. Triple H, get in my way and I will drop you on your head again. We will see who the game is this Saturday. Because I the game, and there is an unbeatable record over my head.
Joey Styles: And what about your other opponents, Dave Batista, Sting, and Randy Orton.
Raven: Well Joey, I’m glad you brought them back up. Were shall I start? How about with the Raven rip off mark five.
Joey Style: Who?
Raven: That would be Sting you pee brained knuckle head. See Sting and I have meet in the ring for the second time just last week. And like I did so many months ago I simply dropped Sting on his head and took a win. See Sting is a very weird man, he is more popular than me and he has a damn rip off gimmick of me.
Joey Styles: Some people would argue you have a ripped off Undertaker gimmick.
Raven: Well those people would be wrong. Sting you black and white paint sniffing, I mean wearing freak. You dare to drop from the rafters and try to face me again. Well you can take your team mates in this dumb handicap match and attempt to beat me again. But, the fact is you will just be humiliated like you are time and time again. See you were the mid card champion. You should have stayed their, there is no room for a mid carder like you in my zone… the main event! Sting once again this week I make you fall from the same move invented years ago by my hero Jake Roberts…the DDT. And I am not talking about the rat poison; I am talking about the neck snapping, skull crushing DDT.
Joey Styles: How about Batista, what is your take on him.
Raven: Batista is nothing but a body builder. And if it doesn’t happen this Saturday it will take place the next. See I am going to send Batista back to the body building leagues and he can watch as his career ender still reins world champion. See Batista can hold threats as a genetic freak of nature. The animal and he can claim he is unleashed and blah, blah, blah. But, honestly I couldn’t care a rat’s ass. Batista, can go get inked out, I got my own but he is not in my league. I am a physiologic master mind and you are a body builder. I beat people and you lie down for them. And if it wasn’t for NHBWO you would still be jobbing the WWE because that is what you are…a jobber. And there is something about that that stings and doesn’t seem appealing. And do you know what that is called truth. Truth hurts, truth stings, truth is reality and so is the Raven.
Joey Styles: Would you consider your self a legend Raven?
Raven: Legends are meant to be forgotten, and since I won’t be forgotten I am going to say no Joey I do not and never will consider me a legend.
Joey Styles: Oh well than what is your take on Randy Orton.
Raven: Randy Orton, a man that couldn’t tell the difference between an apple and an ass kicking. Randy Orton thinks he is the future, Randy Orton thinks he has what it takes. Well Randy Orton doesn’t have shit and never will. Randy Orton, I knew you for over twenty years. I meet you when you were pissing yourself in dippers and Cowboy Bob Orton would laugh at you and you would cry. But, just like I did once before in a fatal four way years ago, I am going to drop you on your neck and hopefully break it. See I am not Kurt Angle, I don’t brag how I break ankles and necks and yaddy, yaddy, yaddy. I am Raven, a man that has a sense of heart breaking evil to kill a cow. See unlike you Randy Orton, I don’t have to go and kill has-beens of the past to get over. I don’t go and beat JBL, a man that I beat thousands a times as Justin Hawk Bradshaw, and call myself hardcore. See I rape myself in barbwire, I set myself on fire, and shoot myself in the brains but, I don’t call myself hardcore… because hardcore is just a long word for Raven. Now bite a carrot and shoot that.
Joey Styles: Any last words Mr. Hardcore?
Raven: You know what Joey, I am sick and tired of your sarcasm. Raven hooks Joey by the throat. His arm over lapping his head and it reaches down to his throat, he drops down to the concrete floor in a second, hitting his infamous DDT. Raven: The DDT, more famous than Famous Dave’s BBQ. I am Raven, a man from the dark, a man that flies in the dark and causes horror to children. Now this Saturday men will fall, a raven will be victories, and I will be able to quote the raven nevermore. Raven does his signature crucifix pose as the camera zooms in and does some nice camera switches for effects. Raven steps on Joey Styles on his way out. The same steady and sick foot steps echo through out the endless hallway. As the endless pain creeps inside the viewers ever were, the devil continues to walk. Where will he go, no one knows and the time is running out. The time for five men to feel the force of evil, and to try to walk out with their lives. One week, six man tag, another hell in a cell. The champion walks high, the others crawl home. This man of evil talks with pride but, is his time running out. Only time will tell. Tick tock, tick tock, the grandfather clock ticks. When it strikes 8 in seven days I guess we can all find out…is Raven all talk or is he all brain. Chris Jericho, Randy Orton, Batista, Triple H, and Sting sit in their seats with fear. The man walks…but for how long!
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 9, 2011 19:46:37 GMT -5
The screen cuts over to a video filmed recently. On the screen appears a forest, filled with burned logs, fallen trees, dead animals, and leafless trees. As the camera pans around looking at the destruction a man appears on screen. Wearing a white sweet jacket with the hood up covering his hair and part of his face, the sweet jacket has a design of a black raven on the front. The man is sporting a snow white (not the movie) pair of pants along with a nice pair of white shoes. The man slowly takes his hood off and reveals himself as the Shakespeare of wrestling Raven. Raven stares at the destruction, amused yet upset at the same time. He stares at the decaying bodies of animals that once was, trees destroyed for modern civilization, the remains of a once GREAT forest.
Raven: Look at it, destroyed and in ruins. Scared from a battle it couldn’t win, wouldn’t win, and didn’t want to win. Destroyed by a higher power, for a greater reason, only to be remembered in the stone; now it is in the past, now it is hopeless. Throughout time many great places and people have fallen over their greatness. For better needs or for better wants. This forest was like a once great champion, full of pride and in a prime that shouldn’t have been stopped. It was sneaked up on and destroyed. I can look through the past and see the life, see the love, see god. Now harmed, destroyed, and full of evil…full of a devil. Its pride has fallen through the night; its pride has fallen to someone else. Its pride…its pride fallen by a cruel destiny…oh what a cruel world…to hell I would wish faith. Faith has brought down a home, an icon, a legacy, and life. This faith…of mine…of this…unwanted. A stolen pride from this forest…lost…but soon to be found.
Raven walks deeper and deeper in to these ruins, deeper and deeper in to a hell of wish should not be. Raven, as white as a snowman, walks over to a stream. The stream if green, filthy, and has dead, decaying fish on top of the water.
Raven: My pride is not here, but there pride was stolen too. Look at them, taken for advantage, misunderstood, hated…now dead. These carnivores, once taken life, now their lives have been taken. Oh their pride is gone, their pride is destroyed, to a new breed, to something…someone with a new prime…and better faith…and gold destiny.
Raven continues to walk deeper and deeper in to the forest. Confused of even his own words and his own actions but, he continues to keep going. He stops suddenly, the camera pans up. A castle that has to be 100 feet high stands in front of him. He walks in to the castle screaming for his pride.
Raven: Oh where is my pride…god why did you take him…pride, pride, pride. Where are you pride? Taken I see, fallen to an enemy…unable to be shown…embarrassed I see. Taken and hurt by five men…five men to be…its okay…it’s still to come…but it will only happen to me.
Raven continues to walk in to the castle. He makes a sharp right, followed by a round left, and another sharp left. He walks straight and finally has reached a hallway. The hallway is old, full of mold and half destroyed. The hallway has six doors, two on the left side, the weaker side of the hallway and three on the right side, the sturdy side of the hallway. The final door lies straight ahead; it is made from a cage and has a pad lock on it. Blood stains the door and an unexplainable pain and evil lurks from behind the door.
Raven: My pride has been taken, behind one of these doors it lays.
Raven walks over to the left side of the hallway and studies the first door. It is beaten down and bloodied. It has a faded logo in the middle, a pentagon with a J shape in the middle. On top of the logo is a creature. The creature has the body of a lion and the head of an eagle. Raven opens the door but, the pressure from his hand causes the door to fall. Raven steps into the room and it amused by what he sees. On the floor a skeleton lies face first on the floor. He is wearing a cape and a crowd lies about a foot away from his head. His body lies by a three foot coat rack, where on top of the coat rack two ravens are perched.
Raven: This man has fallen victim to society. Death waits above his soul, waiting for another. A twice cursed, twice fallen, sick man, a man who thinks he is a king…but in actually this is my world, he is my victim.
Raven turns his head and in the corner of the room he sees a cross. On the cross is a skeleton, burned and falling apart. The skeleton on the cross is none other than a little girl.
Raven: This man is scared from a defeat, and is scared from the loss of her. (Raven points to the girl on the cross) His mind has been so out on getting his revenge he forgot what is important. Through that cockiness he made his mistakes and twice he feel victim…to the devil…to the dark…to the raven. It seems like his final attempt at revenge left him like this.
A lighting bolt strikes and a sick roar of thunder echoes through out the room, the two ravens go crazy as this huge, dark as night, raven flies in to the ring and perches on the body of the “king”.
Raven: Three strikes your out. Three times he has and will fall…this man…this King of the World…or as he dreams to be…is a victim. My pride is not here…he didn’t take it.
Raven steps out of the room and walks to the right side of the hallway…the strong side. He opens the first door, the door is blank, made of strong oak wood…the only thing on the door is on the top…it reads “Want to play the game?” Raven opens the door and the room and vaguely empty. The only thing the fills the room are empty board game boxes and a pile of body. In the certain though another skeleton sits on a stool, in front if him is an incomplete chess game. Raven walks over to the center of the room and sits on the stool across from the broken up skeleton.
Raven: A strong link on this puzzle to my pride. Destiny has brought me here…look at this man…all these men have fallen victim to his game…he is the higher power.
Raven looks at the chess board and sees it is one move away from victory…he moves the queen towards the skeleton’s king and knocks it down. The entire set up falls the skeleton falls to the floor.
Raven: A higher power until now…he is now weak and unable to go on. He didn’t have the hungry to win any more…he died…outside and in, to a power that can not be beat.
Another lighting bolt strikes and a soft thunder roars. A raven appears in the room and sits on the skeleton of the chess player.
Raven: You found life as a game…god sent this raven to show…you don’t run the shots, he does. He is the higher power of me…he sent me, to stop you. The raven has come, your officially dead, beaten, and undesired. A new power is here, and has stolen your glory, played your game, won, and walked out alive. You couldn’t kill me…I won’t die…you didn’t take my pride.
Raven walks out still in search of his pride. He goes back to the left side of the hallway, the weak side, and opens the second and last door. This door was all black and white, and as Raven opens the door a body falls from the ceiling. The body has black and white paint on his body and is wearing a long black trench coat. A baseball bat covered in black duct tape sticks through his back.
Raven: Look at this poor man, god why did you do this to this poor man. He hid in the shadows, and stalked poor people; he beat them with a bat and would frame the others. This man of black and white, tried to play with the raven…but got bitten. The raven cheated and walked away with its pride and victory. Why god do you let these animals of evil keep their pride…but not mine! My pride is lost…he couldn’t have taken it…he isn’t better than me…he is just pathetic!
Raven walks out of the room and across to the strong more sturdy part of the hallway. He opens the middle door on that hallway which is covered in fifty cent posters. The door creek open and inside is a real human. He walks up to raven and begins to speak to him in a cocky tone.
Man: I killed history.
Raven: God created history and destiny…your not a god…you can’t kill history.
Man: I am the killer of legends…the killer of life…men not in their primes.
Raven: I look around…I don’t see dead…I only see you.
Man: Legends don’t die…you should know.
Raven: I am not a legend…I am dead. I hurt more than Hitler did at his final hours. See my pride is gone…I think you took it!
Man: I couldn’t steal candy from a baby…you think I could steal your pride, I am a legend ender…a killer you may say...I take prides…but I don’t have yours.
Raven: My pride…my pride…oh god why. Someone took it…one of you demons…I think it is time you die…Legend Killer….don’t make me laugh…you couldn’t take my pride…..only one person could.
As Raven leaves the room a flock of Ravens gather upon the human’s body…the legend killer…just got killed. A ghetto that room shall become…Raven begins to walk to the last door on the right side of the hallway. A sign reads “Beware of Animal” but, Raven doesn’t take the message to heart...he opens the door and walks in. In the room is some kind of square covered by a very large cover. Raven walks up to it and grabs the cover and rips it off. It is a cage with a skeleton locked in it. He has both his arms glued to the bars and his mouth is open.
Raven: Look at this man, trapped and locked like an animal. He is a beast and he has been locked away for eternity. Saved for humanity is what I say…dead is what others may say. He didn’t take my pride…my will. Destiny brought me here…but why? He shouldn’t have become this…but my pride is still lost….demons still live!
Raven leaves the room and walks straight down the hallway to the cage door. It is pad locked shut and Raven is stopped. He peeks through the holes of the cage and inside he sees something that causes him to fall to the ground in a sign of fear. The camera zooms in and inside the room and raven lies dead on the floor, the raven lays on top of the SNME World Title. In the room are the four skeletons and the one man from the fives room…the are standing by a fire as they cook ravens on the open fire. Raven’s pride has been stolen…taken…this Tuesday he will fight for it back!
Raven: My pride…my pride…why god…why! [/b]
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 9, 2011 19:48:20 GMT -5
As a subway commercial reminding everyone to eat fresh ends, we are brought back from commercial to a live audience. Twenty-thousand people are jam-packed in Madison Square Garden in New York City awaiting something to happen. Suddenly, all the lights in the arena dim and a video plays over the screen above the entrance way.
{On screen}
The camera is facing downward to the ground, refocusing about every three seconds to different areas. Broken twigs, dirt, leaves, and other natural debris lays scattered across the ground. The camera slowly lifts up as the noise of an old swing set creeks back and fourth, echoing throughout the park. The seat of the swing goes past quickly in front of the camera and when it is forced backwards by gravity a little boy is now sitting on it. As it swings back in front of the camera, the crowd is memorized by the bruises and scars that cover the body of the young boy. As the seat swings out of view for a few seconds it returns with no one on it. The camera tries to relocate the boy but, it fails; all that is located is a lost raven flying over head. We are converted to a different scene now, this time of an older male figure sitting on the steps of a fire escape. His long flocks of hair cover his eyes but, he is wearing all black, blending in with the night. The full moon sits right behind him and through the moon the shadow of a Raven can be seen. As we now cut to another scene, the body of a full grown male is shown. The man is bleeding and crying as a Raven is perched right behind him. Suddenly, the screen goes black and writing appears but, it is also spoken out loud.
Through a trial of pain and suffering, Time goes by but the pain never heals. The haunting memories of a lost hope, A hangman hangs for the horror of my heart. Stealing the joy from my life, And making a lone boy cry for the fright of a lost fight. The scars never heal and the time continues, But the haunting remains and time never felt slower. Day to day, month to month, year to year, And now the fear of one man is now for many men. As a raven will flock above, Insuring only one thing…a lost hope. This Saturday of the fourteenth, fear and death return. From one Lenore of Scott Levy, To the new blood of Casey Kage. A lost man in search of revenge, For the misfortunes of his own past.
Suddenly, the screen goes to a static and than Raven appears and a prerecorded promo plays.
Raven: A long absent of an ensuring return of the lost Lenore of saint and survival. For weeks and weeks the raven flew over head in a nightmare waiting to happen. For the cries were heard and the baby was stopped and now the nightmare, once only imagined, is real and will turn into a horrid fatality of a new blood rising. The blood has risen to the waters, and the shark is await, the pry of the day. Through the cut hand of immaturity comes a point where a man is created in replace of a forgotten memory of a lost and dark past. And just like so many others in the past of the history of this nightmare we call a world; one thing has always remained certain…a death. And oh god, this Jewish boy is ready, shall he be nor shall not be, he is. The fight of the day, that will cause the crucifixion of the hopes and soul of one, as the other walks away with his pride still intact.
Casey Kage, few things in this world are considered truly idiotic. One would be trying to slam a revolving door and another is stepping in the ring with me. This federation changed forever, those fateful eleven years ago, when the dream was born and the hope was never stronger. In your eyes I see the fear that will cause the demise of you, the rise of me, and the resurrection of the hope that is buried deep within the funeral home that my heart sleeps in. Casey Kage, this Saturday will be black for you, as it is golden for me. Like I was told as a child, stay gold…stay gold. But, the night is black and the future is dim, and the road less traveled seems like quite a good alternative. The road to the door or the road to your death…choose wisely as it will either be the next or last decision you ever make. This Saturday, falls count anywhere, everything goes, and the riot that will occur in New York will be more historical than the death of John Kennedy. The final chapter of the book of your life is nearly written by history, now it is time to be witnessed and lived.
As my list continues, you life will not. Casey Kage…must DIE! Raven, Kage, Kage, Raven, Raven, Kage, Kage, Raven…a battle for my pride again…and a battle for the blood of another. Raven vs. Kage, Kage vs. Raven…either way you look at it, the odds are obvious. So now my son, you see. You are blinded by the Kings and Queens that blind your eyes and steal your dreams, as they take the blood from your soul and use it to write on stone your future…and your blood, just like your future has just ran out. So it was written, so it shall come to pass….quote the raven……never….more!
The screen fades as we are taken back live to a silent and haunted crowd. SNME quickly cuts to commercial.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 13, 2011 19:42:50 GMT -5
Fear…someone one asked me what I fear. I simply answered them, myself. See I fear myself because I know what I am capable of doing and it has been proven a dozen times over. My opponents fear me because they know they can’t beat me. Sure, some get lucky and do: but the ones who aren’t lucky, who roll black on red suffer and never forget. Chris Jericho and Batista; two thorns in my side: though these two thorns are stuck so deep with in my body that blood does not flow from the wound, evil little creatures do instead. See I am a cancer and when you try to clench on to me, you become infected. So the fear of myself is shared by all by is it right?
The moonlight reflects off the lake. This lake on which we stand in front is dark and gloomy and murky. Purely jet black to the naked eye in the middle of the lightless forest. Though the reflection of the created covered satellite does indeed appear alone it isn’t. Beneath the moon, in the darkness, by himself is a man. A very familiar man: a man named Scott Levy but you know him better as Raven: though it doesn’t matter what you choice to call him as he doesn’t care. He stares blankly at the moon, searching for answers to answerless questions. Though the moon it shines so bright, the reflection in the lake is soon disfigured as trickles of rain drops fall. But those trickles turn into a downpour buy poor old Scott Levy stands alone still; near a tree and standing with his wet hair now covering his eyes. As if it only wasn’t late fall and the leaves were still there, poor old Scott Levy wouldn’t be so wet. But that isn’t the case and even if it was the questions would remain unanswered.
Ah, this mystery that I call my life. It is full surprises and peeks and political suicide. Though I am not a leader in that sense I do lead a flock of snag making hooligans who find ruining lives a joy. Though that is al well and dandy, this rain is not. Though why does it rain now? Simple, because I don’t want it too; though if it all came down to the way I wanted things this world would be square and the moon would be black. Do you get it now? I didn’t think so. See I come here with a question…a very simple one at that. Why do people stand in my way? Like a thorn in my side that can’t be picked out, the people who rebel just fall twice as hard and give me the same joy. So why even bother? Ah! For a man as wise as I am, I seem that I ca not comprehend such foolish behavior. Though I understand why birds fly and babies cry; and why the Earth is round and not square and I can’t comprehend the stupidity of the people who insurgent. If only the moon was god or a very good encyclopedia I could find out. Batista and Chris Jericho; former enemies of me and each other have reunited in a bound to destroy me. They claim for harmful actions I have done to the young Randy Orton but he was merely a sacrifice to please my god. Oh why oh why god do you choice to pick on me. What have I done! Surely you of all people can forgive me of childhood sins…ah I just give up.
Scott Levy walks towards the lake. As he approaches the shoreline, he takes a seat on a huge boulder wedged in the ground. He than reaches over and picks up a larger sized pebble and holds it in his hand –
Maybe by faith I shall find out. By the skips of this rock I am sure to figure it out. If the rock skips an odd amount of times, they disobey and rebel against me because they are just too stupid to know better; and if the rock skips an even amount of times, they disobey me and rebel because they want to use me to get higher up the ladder.
Scott tosses the rock and it skips many times each time making a distinctive splash.
Splash Splash Splash Splash Splash Splash
Ah, the rock ha spoken. They want top use me as a stepping stool? Ha that is a laugh. So the answer is engraved in the stone that is their tombstone but for the human sacrifice I make of them will be veiled in the darkness. Oh, this rain feels so good and so shall the blood of them on my fists. So it is written, so it shall come to pass; quote the raven nevermore!
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 13, 2011 19:46:12 GMT -5
Torture: a bloodcurdling form of abuse that no one should ever feel, but some do. But what kind of sick human being could torture someone. Well I know of one person, his name is Scott Levy but is more infamously known as Raven. This sick human being hurts and tortures human beings every time he steps in the confidant squared circle. But, what about outside of ring –
A beautiful sunset appears on screen; below the sun are beautiful corn crops. Through the crops is a dirt path and on the dirt path a man walks. The thuds of his boots echo throughout the farm but suddenly harsh screams are heard. Five kids run out and into the view of the camera. They kids screams almost simultaneously “Uncle Scotty!”
Ah my children; is your sweet mother – my adorable sister – home?
One of the kids, an adorable kid with blue eyes and brown hair speaks up.
“No Uncle, she went to the market but will return shortly.”
I see. Do you kids want to hear a story?
The same kid speaks up “Sure Uncle Scotty, you tell the best stories.”
The five kids each grab Scott Levy and drag him into the house. They bring him to the grandest chair in the house; a dark leather chair that could fit two. Scott takes a seat and the fives kids fall down and sit Indian Style on the ground.
“This is the story of a man named James Fullington. Mr. Fullington was a very strange kid his entire life. He dropped out of school in the seventh grade and suffered from alcohol and drug abuse since ten years of age. His parents were divorced but both ended up dieing. I think of a broken heart but of course you can’t die from that. Anyway, this kid grew up homeless, making money by collecting carts at the local grocery store. This kid was truly stunning in appearance though. He had deep brown eyes and hair blonder than anyone else had ever seen. At the age of 18, this kid became a professional wrestler. He became known as the Sandman, a beer drinking, cigarette smoking, and cane welding freak. But, even though he was entering stardom, he did something I could never imagine doing. He became a child abuser. He would break into houses, rob them of what they had, than rape the mother and caned to death the children and fathers. He thought he was the most sadistic but he thought wrong.”
Suddenly, the room is chilled with a furious wind as the front door opens and Scott’s sister walks in. Scott stands up and helps his sister with the groceries. Neither of them say a word. When his sister turns her back to him he pulls out a knife and a lovely Singapore Cane. He gently opens up the door in the kitchen that leads to the basement and grabs his sister. He violently throws her down the steps. He screams to the kids for help and the five kids run down the stairs. Scott shuts the door and slowly walks down. As the kids all stare at their mother Scott canes each one in the back of the head. He drags all six bodies to a wall. He picks each kid up and drives a nail into their forearm in the position that their lord died in. He than sets a chair in front of them and ties his sister too it.
Sandman thinks he is the most sadistic; he has no clue what being statistic is!
Scott stares at his sister as she pleads to him to not too what he is about to do. The camera is now at an angle that only the shadows can be seen. We make out Scott caning the children one by one as everyone in the rooms screams and cries. We make out Scott slowly cutting each kid up, deep enough that the bleeding is brutal but not that of which they would die. Slowly one by one Scott closes the deal and one by one he finishes the kids. Eventually only the screams of bloody murder from the mother ring in the room. We hear the thuds of Scott’s boots walking out from the basement.
We now cut to the outside where Scott Levy is once again standing in the corn crops. The moon is high in the middle of the sky and Scott stands in the moonlight. We than cut back to the house which is now on fire and has four Ravens flying over head; fire trucks are on the scene of the crime but Scott is already on his way out.
I am the most sadistic! Sandman, this was for you. Your past never leaves you so never try to change. Sandman come prepare for war and bring your childhood memories with you. Sandman you need to be the sadistic bastard you once were. The truth is out and your childhood memories shall drive you into angry if you let them. I plead to you to let them control you. This will be a war of the more sadistic. As the birds fly over head and the truth is being engraved in stone, quote the raven, nevermore!
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 13, 2011 19:52:46 GMT -5
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder; but what if the beholder is blind. What if his beauty is so misapprehended that his only choice for survival is an atrocious suicide? What is beauty? Does beauty change? Does the High School head cheerleader remain the school beauty? Or does she turn into the whore she really is? Does our planet’s natural beauty remain? Or does it get killed off from a brutal extinction that we will all face one day? Does the beauty you once saw in your first love remain in your heart forever? Or does if vanish like your pride? Does love last forever? Or does it die like beauty? Does your will to fight last forever? Or does that die to? But the harsh truth is, the Grim Reaper dines with all of us; and our lives expire.
The scene opens up to a disturbing sight; Scott Levy. Our beloved antagonist is walking down a narrow path. Wearing his now famous all white tuxedo and kicks; he walks passionately down the path. But, where does this path lead too? Where does it bend? Why is he on it? Is it the road traveled on much? Or the road less traveled on? Does it end? Or is it just starting? Well the truth is we won’t know any of the answers to those questions. As Scott continues his way down the path he suddenly hops of it and into a deep forest. He is now walking through wet grass, mud, bushes, trees, and animals; but why? Finally, he stops. In the middle of this forest, or what would have been. The forest is being torn down, but the loathed workers aren’t here today.
What a shame; the beauty of this forest being torn for wood and land; which will be given to humans that do not deserve it.
Scott pulls out a red bag from his jacket and opens it up. He pulls out a camping chair and places it in the middle of the forest. He takes a seat and pulls out a pair of binoculars.
But what lays a rest in this forest? Look over there.
Scott points to a tall tree; in the tree two baby birds are screaming; awaiting the return of their mother.
See right there, two birds that are completely helpless. They survive of others, those damn brigands. All thought it is nature and natural, they don’t deserve it. They remind me of two people – Joey Leone and Tyler Black. Those two birds, just like those two people do not deserve life and do not deserve all that is handed to them. But, look here comes the mother bird.
We once again turn our attention to the nest. The mother bird has returned with worms in her mouth. As she begins to feed her young ones; we cut back to Scott.
Let’s call the mother bird CM Punk. CM Punk is causing Joey Leone and Tyler Black to become famous and gaining momentum. And I want to stop it. But, maybe it will come naturally.
Suddenly, a huge Raven bird appears next to the nest and starts to devour the three birds. Scott Levy laughs as he gets up and walks back towards the path. Finally, he gets back to the path and starts to walk down it.
I must end it all and regain control before it is over…as I am walking towards the end of my road.
Scott continues to walk, now with his head down. The camera focuses on the path which is being covered in Scott’s footsteps. Suddenly, a gust of wind causes sand to cover his prints…and life moves on.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 13, 2011 20:00:35 GMT -5
No Title, simply just amazing. Scene One:
Can two opposites truly comply together in a world where not being egotistical can be suicide and to waste time with love can only help you slip the noose on. But what is love but a mere word without meaning. See one says hate is such a strong word, but is love not? Love is thrown around more then hate though no one steps in and corrects them by making them speak of only extreme like. However an extreme dislike can not have meaning without a certain four letters, but momma always said those words were trouble, that is why I never married.
That is how I explained myself when I was being interrogated in the asylum of the insane when asked about if I was married. Of course this answer of such complexity confused all that stood in my sight of vision, but in the long run only gave them more intensions to lock me in this place and throw away the key…but nothing will make me fade away.
Scene Two:
They don’t like when I write, they always take my paper and pens away but why? Freedom of expression always persuaded me down the right track, but then again being knocked out so many moonsets ago and awaking in the middle of a winter doesn’t necessary conclude me to being in America. Do rights matter in Russia? Is Russia even cold? Maybe Singapore will like me, but I always heard Paris is wonderful. Does it snow in Paris? Does it snow in buildings or is that just my mind? Though the pile of snow next to me would tell a different story? But why is my inking floating away; or is it just painting a picture on these walls. But the scratches on these walls are so intense and the ink can only cover them…not remove them. Is that sun shining through my window, or a loss cause rapping at my door? They come again.
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The food here is terrible and has engraved upon me a remembrance that will live to me in the same sense of the Holocaust…never to be forgotten. The food always tastes the same, but is always changing and always causing the same pains. But does this food create an indenting impact or just a fork in a road. It makes it hard to breathe; it is really just stinking up the joint. If I came back, would the food be the same? Better? Worse? More lovable? Or give more reason to hate? Would it be covered in mold? Or created in the finest oils? Only the consumer knows, but by then I will be dead.
I have been wondering if this food can create protection or reason to give life to a one of new. One would know that those bloody noses didn’t come from genetics - but it was organic – and beer didn’t make good medication. The walls are shaking again, and the bed chains have snapped, but why are the walls fading but becoming covered in blood. They come again.
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The walls are talking now, but the faces are the same. Four voices, one face. His name is Lenny - I call him pal though – and he has become a friend. Pal is a World War Two veteran and holds every medal you are possibly able to earn in the military. But what are those medals except forgotten and meaningless props, but those props hold meaning beyond the comprehension of simple minds and I am envious for what he has and I don’t.
Lenny tells me about a better place, a place beyond the shadows, past the snow and beyond the sunlight. He calls it heaven, but claims this heaven is empty and the angles deny all that are unworthy. He claims that the snow and scars are meaningless without freedom but the shadows speak the unbearable truth of a has-been and lost soul of meaning. They come again.
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Pal is outside, how did he get there? He took the snow too, but left the scars. My ink doesn’t fly only my soul is flying though meaning that it can not find. Why did he take my bed, now I can’t sleep! He left a piece of wood, he asked me to make a casket – he spoke of internal rest being a secret that few discovery, but all should. Is it snowing again, or is my journey ending? My casket won’t create, where is Darwin? Pal is in the shadows again, but I look through these bars and I see myself out there also! I did it…I am free. They come again.
Scene Six:
I didn’t escape, the darkness stopped me and the snow froze me. My soul has left me again and Pal mocks me. He calls me names. He says I am useless. He says he is loved and I am not. He is proud and prideful and I am not. He is everything I want too be but can not be. He gave me a knife, I used it but dust came out. The blood is on the walls again, but there is a tap at my door again. They have come.
Scene Seven:
When I opened my door my father was there, but my father has been dead for 27 years. I killed my father but he took my back to that day that very horrible day.
A glow of moonlight falls over a cast of kids, one of them a young child of Scott Levy as a ford truck rolls down the street. The children split only leaving Scotty, where he entered the truck under not his will but his father and went home. This day he was abused more then usually, as beneath him his mother and a black men has sex -so Scott could go to school. This was the day where each minute was an hour of eternity and when the knife was injected into three different souls a total of 27 times, all 27 years ago. My father, my mother, and a black man were all killed.
But daddy brought me here, why? Reminding me of what I was can not cause recreating and memories can only drive you insane. I would know. They came, but will they come again.
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It wasn’t until the moon fell and the sun raised several more times until my savior came. His name is unclear and also unimportant but I am memorized by the charisma and power this man holds. Pal tells me he is bad, but he seems good. If something is good through the eyes, the heart should be the same. But this man was evil, he was mean, he was like Lenny. He had something I wanted, a belt I had long ago. I remember looking at it and remembering the same spot I use to buckle it in when I held it, oh I would kill to have it back. All these memories…all these memories, I get the point.
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When I woke up in a new place I knew something bad happened. Though of course the scars on my bodies, the cast on my arm, and the IV in my arm could have all been clues as well. It didn’t make my comprehension as the doctor kept telling me my father was here. The doctor would tell me to look at the window and I would, but all I would see is Lenny and myself. Where is father I would ask, but he would only tell me to look out the window. It wasn’t until the next day it made sense.
Scene Ten:
I am my father. I am the evil I have been avoiding and I am my only reason why life is the way I am. But when I look in the mirror I see someone else, I see Justin Tyger and a Dazie in his ear. Justin Tyger is everything I hate, Justin Tyger is all that is wrong in this world, Justin Tyger put me here and Justin Tyger will never be forgiven. Justin Tyger is Lenny, Justin Tyger is my father, Justin Tyger is the devil and now god has sent an angle down paths of destiny and paths to defeat him. And when I finally sat up from that bed and ripped the IV out of my arm and walked down that hallway the snow stopped falling and the sunlight was clear and healthy and all was put to rest.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 13, 2011 20:06:36 GMT -5
A dark and empty arena sits on our television screens. The camera is in black and white and gives the perspective of wrestling in the 60’s. Only one man stands in the arena, well actually sits in the arena. In the middle of the infamous squared circle a man sits. With hair of black locks and military boots that match quite nicely with his ripped jeans-shorts and leather jacket. Of course – as we all know – this man is Raven.
Raven is occupied as he holds a heart shaped gold locket in his hand. His eyes are full of emotion but his face does not follow. He looks cold hearted, maybe because he is. Suddenly, his eyes pierce the viewers and he quietly starts to spoken.
Ah, the fondest of memories. Childhood is a thing I wish I could bring back, as everything is of the easiest then. Why did no one say that childhood was of which it is? Or did they and I just did not listen? Was it that I took one too many blows from an abusive drunk father who didn’t know my own name? Scott, daddy, Scott.
Raven opens up the gold locket and stares deeply at it, almost like he is looking through it.
In this locket, it the fondest of my fine childhood memories. In this locket is a date in which indicates the day my parents and a black man where killed by the hands of me. See, that is the only day of my entire sick and sadistic life in which I was able to smile. What a waste.
Raven drops the locket to the ground and an over-exaggerated thunk noise echoes throughout the arena.
See, like my father, Kevin Nash is just someone I can not forget. Kevin, it seems like the games have turned on me…the mind games are affecting me. I can talk about how I want to do this and that, but Nash we both see it. I am human. Nash, you are better then me. You are a tree and I am just a stick. Without you I could not survive. Nash, just like my childhood it seems like the sins you have created just do not want to be let go. Nash, I can promise you one thing, if you are a tree I will cut you down and I will walk over you. I will go far and far away and look behind and see nothing. I will leave you in my past, and set you up to die. Nash you have something that I want, but soon I will have. The time in the hour glass of your life is drawing near; you wanted a challenge will you just set yourself up for exaction. Nash, look up to the heavens above and just hope that god sends you an angel to go into battle with me, because the gates of hell have opened. The past is indeed just that, and I will build a bridge and walk above it. Nash, quote the raven…never…more.
Raven picks up the locket once again from the floor and places it on the chair. Raven slowly and symbolically leaves the ring.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 13, 2011 20:25:48 GMT -5
Title: Reborn
A beautiful meadow casts over our screens; blooming with vast amounts of flamboyant and gorgeous flowers and is stabilized with a great waterfall that spews out crisp and clear fresh water; and in the background, a sunset which explodes with the most bright and passionate colors of the world - a pink in agreement with a babies butt, a blue that is greater then any body of water, an orange that is the equivalent to the greatest harvest moon and a red that is more passionate then a young girl’s heart. But, one thing stands out more then anything; a wooden cross stands perpendicular to the sun. The cross is burned on the top and drips down like blood from a throat. Perched on top is a raven and it screeches at the top of it lungs as butterflies flap around it. The odd image is not even done as at the foot of the cross a chair is placed and on the chair a man.
The man is aged, not old nor young, but aged. He is on the fallout of the peek of his life and is entering a crisis. This man is not pure, nor is he evil. This man is simply himself. He is pure in his own eyes, clear of sins but not religious. He is brutal with his methods but he gets his point across and a point is a point. See, the problem is, this man is like a widow who husband just passed he is broken. Broken because he is a shell of what he was.
In this mans hand is a wine glass filled to the rim with red wine. He takes a sip on the wine and lets it drip from his mouth onto his ghost-white robe. The wine does not stain his robe, in-fact it only continues to roll down his robe. Like blood from the tears of Christ, they do not stain, they only make a point. Symbolically he has committed murder, so he pours the wine down the cross from the top and it drips down. However, the wine evaporates and creates a red rain cloud over the top of the raven’s head. The night goes dark and all the agriculture in the meadow dies and even the waterfall is affected. The waterfall now spews blood down to the pond before. The blood cloud above the raven’s head starts to drop blood rain drops, but the raven does not move. He accepts the rain and his eyes turn red. The pervious burn marks that were on the cross are now gone…the sins are now forgiven.
“Thank you thy father, I do not deny thy master a place in my heart as you shall not deny me a place in your arms in the holly land of heaven. Father I ask you already for forgiveness for my next three sins. One sin being the vandalism of this beautiful cross in front of me as it must burn.”
The man kneels in front of the cross and sits there for a few seconds, he is awaiting an answer.
“Thank you father, I knew you would understand.”
The man lifts his head and the raven flaps away. The sky turns red with anger as the cross is lit on fire. The darkness of the smoke created by the fire is released in the air, causing two ravens to fly over head. They only know that death is near.
“See Father, this is my cross that I burn. This is the cross I would lay on before I knew I was to die. See Father, this cross represents the sins of my past. The life of my childhood, in which was brutal, horrible and unimaginable but one I now live with and no longer question on to why you gave it to me. See Father, this cross represents when I took the life of my mother and father and a poor negro who was having a good time with the woman I called mom. See Father, this cross was symbolic to my failed career in high school. See Father, this cross represented how I could not succeed in anything I did, except for hurting people. See Father, this cross is everything I am truly not. See Father, this cross is not the cross you your son, this cross is the cross for a man known as Raven. See Father, I – Scott Levy – am not Raven. See Father, I am Scott Levy, not a monster. But Father, sometimes we revert to old ways and sometimes Father, there are road blocks on our path to heaven. See Father, even on the road less traveled there are trolls and demons that try to capture us and change us. See Father, I was affected, but Father you made me pure. Thank you Father. See Father, however there is a problem. See Father, there are two new road blocks on my way to your arms. One is a Canadian. He is an egotistical ‘Christian’ who does not understand the importance of learning from sins and getting them forgiven. See Father, I want to help you. This is where I need forgiveness for the second sin I must commit. See Father, he does not deserve to be called your own. See Father, I want to teach him how he can become able to call himself one of yours. See Father, I want to beat this Canadian to near death, so he can appreciate you. See Father, I want to hurt this Canadian, this Chris Jericho, I want to make him suffer and bleed, but it is only for you.”
The ravens begin to lower and they perch themselves on the pile of dust created by the burnt down cross. The death of someone is approaching. Scott Levy pulls out a cigarette and a pack of matches. He strikes one up and lights his cigarette, take a deep pull and exhales through his nose.
“See Father, these things are demons. These cigarettes Father, they are like candy to a baby, they are escapes for teens and they are killing me. See Father, these kill me, but they kill me for you. See Father, there is a third sin I must partake in. It is the same punish and brutality sin as in the likes for Chris Jericho, only this one is for a Ken Kennedy. See Father, this man needs to understand that good sons are taken to heaven. John Fitzgerald Kennedy was a great son. See Father, your son in John Kennedy was a leader and a role model and although many people ask why you would take such a son, I understand. I know that although a good son he was, he never paid for the sins he committed. See Father, I know he was taken because he was evil and I must save Mister Ken Kennedy before he makes the same mistakes. See Father, Ken is cocky, he thinks he is better then you and I must make him see that he is not. See Father, the most important sin is denying you. If we deny you in our lives, they you shall deny us for yours. This is something Kennedy does not understand. So he prances around, in search for gold, but the Irish are not lucky, the rainbow has vanished and the gold is gone. Now, he is in denial and what is denial but being lost. See Father, I want to guide him to the ways of heaven and to your arms. I want to purify him, not for my own needs but for you.”
Raven takes a final pull of his cigarette and tosses it to the ground. Suddenly, the two ravens fly onto Scott Levy’s should and everything goes black. Soon, everything revives and Raven now lays in a hospital bed. Hooked to ivy’s and monitors, the aging of Scott Levy is complete. With now full white hair to the middle of his back and wrinkles all over his face, Scott Levy’s days are nearing the end. Scott sits up from his hospital and at the foot of his bed his wooden cross stands and in the middle a raven is crucified. Scott Levy step out of his bed and looks out his window and he sees the beautiful meadow he saw before and in the middle of the meadow he sees a creature in all black. Scott is scared as he back-walks into the cross, awakening the raven causing it to screech. Scott runs out his room and runs down the hospital hallway. However, this hospital is run down and abandon. Scott runs down the hallway, scared and confused, but behind him the dark creature is stalking him. Scott runs into a dead end and the creature corners him.
We are then taken to the outside of this hospital. Above the hospital it rains, but only on the hospital, nowhere else. Suddenly, the front door on the hospital opens and out walks a man with blonde locks of hair to his shoulders, military boots, ripped jean shorts, a Nirvana tee-shirt and a leather jacket over it. Out of this hospital walks not Scott Levy, but Raven. Raven walks away from the hospital as a raven perches on his shoulder. Raven walks back to the utopian meadow, but once again it is destroyed. All the remains is a wooden cross and Jesus crucified on it. Raven is not even taken back as he laughs and the raven flies off his shoulder and onto the cross.
“Kennedy and Jericho, reinvented I am and scared you should be. The pains and sins you committed will be paid for, but god stop me for the sins I will commit to you. And Kurt, don't feel safe because there is only me, and there is a 'm' and 'e' in team. Raven is back and he is better then ever before. Quote the raven, nevermore!”
And with all being said and done, the screen fades to black.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 13, 2011 20:30:22 GMT -5
A frozen lake is dead center to a blooming field of flowers and is parallel to a lively forest. An awkward scene for the early autumn, but one shall not question the mysteries of god. On the ice, flocks of adults skate, yet one lonely boy skates alone. He skates in the middle, practicing a figure eight. He is talented – no one will deny that – however he is a lost, for he is a little boy in a big mans world.
Off to the side of the lake, on a bench, a lone man sits. He watches as people scream and laugh and smile as they go around the lake. He envies that. However, he will not bother to join. The man pulls out a cigar and with a single match lights is with ease. He blows out smoke rings and enjoys himself as he pulls out a notebook. Shockingly enough, this man is Raven - a devilish man who does what he wants as he pleases.
It is amazing where time and loneliness can take you. However, it seems to always come full circle. Sure, the path always seems different, but the outcome is the same. Rather I am watching people ice skate or skiing down mountains of cocaine and eating Chinese food, I always end up back at the starting point. I end up back in the world of pro wrestling. Pro wrestling is a home and it is named Saturday Night Main Event. See each and every time I can call it quits, but one way or another, I am dragged back. SNME is a drug. I can do Triple Cs and Cocaine, but that is no where near the high of being the squared circle.
Raven is befuddled at the little boy in the center of the ice ring. He is amazed by his confidence, but laughs at his arrogance. He is a fool.
Look at that young man. He is a cub in a pack of wolves and a boy in a man’s world. He is so arrogant, but he has the right to. He has fought and earned his spot on the top, but he feels he will never be knocked off. He is a fool, but I admire fools. Fools are only people of self-confidence. Self-confidence will kill you. You get to cocky and turn the safety off and you end up blowing your head off. See that young man, that boy in a man’s world, is Joey Leone.
Joseph, see you push and push yourself and you go harder and harder and you hope you don’t slip and fall. See, I remember watching you as you first entered the federation. You were scared but concurred with fierce confidence and won yourself to the top. See, Joey you have talent, but everyone fucks up. Hey, look at me.
Raven pulls at his cigar and suddenly the little boy on the ice skating ring falls.
Cockiness, it’s a killer. See Joseph, I give you permission to be cocky though. See, for what will happen is you will leave yourself open. Act on your impulse; cut a little deeper, drink a little faster; put a gun to your chest! Joe, I do not care what you do. Bring you’re all and you will still fail. You do not have the mind to face me. You are a little boy, I am the master. I will tie you down and beat you with a whip to get you to learn. See, I want you to succeed. I want you to be better then I ever was and I want you to beat me at Redefined. I want you to make me bleed and taste my blood until the taste lingers in my mouth like poison. Hurt my Leone, kill me, I dare you too.
Raven looks down and takes a pull from his cigar.
Come on Joey, you can beat up this old man. I will not even be able to last three minutes in that ring with these black lungs! Joey, the sad part is, you won’t even come close to causing me pain. You lack emotion in battle. I bring hatred to bat and knock the ball out every time. You bring cockiness and swing and keep getting lucky. This time, you will strike out. I am an animal, I am ruthless and I will stop at nothing to see that you die. Joey, I want to tear apart your carcass and nail it to a cross and wave it over my head. Joey, I hate you. I hate everything about you. I hate your success. I hate that you make more money then me. I hate that you have popularity and I have none. I hate your intercontinental championship and I hate your god damn smile. If I can have my way I will knock every single one of those beautiful teeth out of your mouth. And what are you going to do? Go home with your intercontinental championship and cry to your mother that you got your ass kicked. Boy, you deserve everything I am going to do to you. I grew up friendless and I grew up hated and now I will make you pay for that.
Raven takes a pull of his cigar and coughs. He looks around and starts to cry.
I hate that you everything and I have nothing. Joey! Joey! Be my friend. Save this old soul from loneliness! I beg you, save me! No fuck that, sedate me! Joey, incase you did not notice I am a little bit insane and maybe just maybe, I like it that way.
Raven starts to write on a piece of paper and quickly finishes it. He tosses his cigar on a pile of dry leaves and walks away. The note reads KILL ME JOEY!
As Raven walks away, the beautiful forest is burning, the flowers are dead and the ice is melted – except for the spot that the little boy stands.
He is safe now, but the ice will melt soon. He is in God’s hands now, let us all hope he can make it. Quote the Raven, nevermore!
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 13, 2011 20:31:11 GMT -5
An eerie hallway dimly lit by rows of candles that line up against the parallel walls. The hallway is rather smoky and seems to go on forever. Heavy thumps are constantly heard and they become closer and closer. A young boy, dressed in poor clothing is running down the hallway laughing. The joy of his life shines through his as bright as the North Star. However, he suddenly disappears and a different beat of thumps is heard. The floor squeaks as the thumps get closer and eventually Raven is before our eyes. His eyes are stale and his soul is missing. He is lost as he searches for completion. As he walks away, a faint shadow walks behind him. He looks like a clone of Raven, only he is hiding his face in the black and white.
Raven walks down the hallway. Eventually, he halts to a stop, turns left and opens a wooden door. Childish laughter can be heard in the background as he slowly progresses up a flight of long stairs which go up very steeply. He eventually enters a short hallway which goes straight to another doorway. He busts the door open and walks out onto a beautiful balcony. Behind him the wooden door falls and Raven quickly lights up his Marlboro Menthol. He walks towards the edge of the balcony and looks down on a beautifully light city.
The lights of the city shine so carefully and elegantly, yet still an eerie feeling falls upon him. He looks down to rooftops below and sees a little boy, laughing with his beautiful smile that fills Raven’s heart will love, jumping form rooftop to rooftop. He moves so fast, so secretly, so mysteriously.
Suddenly, creeps are heard coming from behind. That clone like figure is standing behind Raven. He is wearing a Sting Mask and he slowly sneaks up behind Raven and tosses him off the balcony. Raven is headed straight towards hard concrete. Suddenly, a scream and Raven awakes, startled from his nightmare.
On his couch, he quickly gets up. He is paranoid, his souls shaking in fear as he walks around the small room he sleeps in. He pants and constantly looks behind, looking for the man of black and white. He slowly lights up a cigarette.
Fear…I am in fear.
Slowly in denial Raven crashes to the wall, gashing open his head as he falls to the ground. He is quick to react; he gets up and runs to a wooden box with the design of a marijuana leaf on it. He opens it violently, pulls out a beautiful joint and quickly lights it up.
Soon it is gone. Raven’s pupils zone in and out. He is crashing and burning; living and dieing. He hides in the corner of the room, memorized by the walls. He seems scared in his eyes, but he smiles. He laughs as he hums Freebird.
Sobriety is lies.
He lights up another cigarette, uncaring of the fact that the last one he was smoking he did not put it out, burning a hole through his floor. He stills stares nonchalantly at the wall. Still scared, still laughing, and still humming Freebird.
A little boy is locked in that wall. How’d that little boy get stuck in that little wall?
Raven laughs with pure sinister laughter.
He is calling my name. That poor little boy, “Scotty” he yells. What is he on?
Raven laughs, but suddenly stops.
He looks like me…
Raven, even in his state of mind, easily comprehends it.
That is me. That is me, as a child. I look so happy, that can’t be me. That happiness, locked away in this wall. He is stuck watching me fuck up again. This damn god, he has a weird way of showing it, but he is mocking me. He knows I am scared now, he knew this would happen. He stopped me from having a happy childhood. God, why did you do this?
A slow tear drips away from the eyes of Raven. He stares curiously at the wall, frightened. He gets up; his eyes don’t leave the wall. He walks over to an end table. He knocks over almost everything his arm goes by, except one bottle. Vodka Absolute. He drinks and drinks, he passes out…
He wakes up once again. Once again he is frightened.
Sting, no matter what I do, you will not leave my mind.
Daylight is breaking now, common sense is emerging too.
Sting, you have filled my soul with demons and nightmares. You are a plaque that no narcotic can destroy. I will have to fight you myself. I will bring all I have, because now I just a little more crazy. You have beaten me time and time again, now it will change. You got the upper hand on me, that I will give you. However, you don’t have the balls to do what I want to do to you. I want to make you bleed. I want to make you feel the pain I live with everyday. Sting, my childhood is locked inside me. That kills me. I can’t relive a happy childhood; however I can relive that sadistic one I had. We can exchange roles. You will be me and I will play my father. This time, you get hurt. And when you bleed and then snap, look me in the eye and scream. But don’t you worry, because I will not stop. I want to kill you Sting and all the demons you have brought me. The sun is rising, the smoke is clearing. Who is destined? Who is destined to win and move on to a higher prize, the Undisputed Heavyweight Title. Sting, try your best…it won’t be good enough.
Fuck the drugs, fuck the drinks. I feel like dieing, one of us will. This Sunday it is one versus one in my world. It is Raven’s Rules. It is Raven’s Match. It is Raven’s time to shine. Sting, I have this won…welcome to my territory.
Raven looks around.
It is a world of scaring things, can you handle it?
Raven smirks.
Quote the Raven, nevermore!
Raven walks away, still bleeding and still just a little fucked up. He looks at his wall and laughs. On his wall is Sting’s Mask and it joins the list of all his other victims.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 13, 2011 20:31:59 GMT -5
Is it war that brings upon the worst in men, or the worst in men that brings upon war? But what is war? Is it an egotistical manslaughter of millions of men over thousands of year? Is it a political point of propaganda to prove one right? Or is it a way to make ol’ daddy proud? To précis, war is a game; let the best man win. I was walking down the back roads of New York, it was quarter of three at night and the cops where looking for any delinquent out. Any flunk out would be doing the same and at sixteen I would proudly admit to my failure. The stoppage of my success academically came through a dysfunctional family or even lack there of. That would be if I even had a pack of wolves to call my family. I guess murder is a path to loneliness and it was one I was willing to take.
It was time for a high and it was either going to make or break me. No dealers were around; I was beat for the night. I lit up a cigarette; it was the last of my pack, but just the beginning for my biggest regret. Why didn’t anyone come and slap that smoke out of my hand. Was it because no one was around, or because no one truly cares for me? How I can even breathe today is beyond me. My lungs are as blackened as a nigger in a fire, but fuck it cause I am not dead yet.
It was time to make my first mistake of the day. I decided to walk down Broad Street, the busiest street of the town. As I reach the filter of my cigarette I toss it to the street. I couldn’t even walk thirty feet before the lights of a cop car where reflecting off the buildings. I have been down this path so much before. Over their intercom I hear the pig roar, he wants me to stop; do I run?
I decided to stop and it was the first time in a year I did so. The man got out of his car; he was a big pig, way over six feet and had to be nearing three hundred pounds. Boy, did he have a mouth on him. He was a loud mouth that is for sure.
He spoke so loudly, bursting my ear drums and making them bleed. I couldn’t even comprehend what was happening to me before I got tossed against a wall and beaten. His fists were a painful as any barbwire and he kicks where as brutal as tacks. I should have brought him to my world, but at that time I had no soul, I had no life, I had no world. I was bloody now; bloodied, screwed and beaten.
He laughed so obnoxiously, I will never forget that squeal of the pig. I decided I should of stopped there and crawled to the first cave I saw and hide their for the rest of time. I was not that smart. I got up, cleaned my self off and went back to the allies.
To my surprise Mike was there and he was my favorite dealer. Mike thought he was the real deal. Truth behold though, he wasn’t. He figured because he was so powerful over people like me, he was the show stopper. He figured he could do whatever he wanted better than anyone else in this world. However, the years have caught up to Mike. He was then, has to have died of age now. He thought he was the real deal, though he was a shell of his former self. However, he always had my back and tonight his and mine drug of choice would be acid. I got a few good drops out of it before I was tripping off the walls. That high was so different. It was a love for drugs I haven’t felt in ages. Everything was black and white and there were faces everywhere. It was such a bad trip, especially when I feel asleep on that comfortable hotel mattress and woke up in a dumpster.
Even when I woke up though, everything was still black and white and the faces began to talk. They spoke of riddles and swung bats at me. I was scared, worried and felt like dieing. Those are the demons I still face today and the ones that always get the best of me.
I ended up at a creek; the water was so clean and crisp. It was truly beautiful. All the local jocks gather there though. It was never good. Today was different though. I went to the creek and a little kid was swimming. No one else was there, he couldn’t have been older then three.
This kid was drowning, but I only watched him. I didn’t bother to help him and he died that day. I still his screams calling to me. All he wanted has help, but his cries rejoiced my sick addiction. To this day I still hear him crying. I know what Phil Collins is talking about now.
Behind the creek is a magnificent forest and deep in there was a secret park. I walked deep through the thick forest and into the park. Only one kid was there who had dreams of being in the Olympics. He was doing pull ups on the monkey benches, I didn’t even bother him. I just walked right past him, he thinks he is the king of the mountain, maybe he is.
Deep on the opposite end of the forest was a hoodlum at his best. He was searching for his destiny; I guess he made a wrong turn at the last stop. He was dazed and confused, even I was superior then him. I mooched a few bucks off of him. I hit up the local store and bought a pack of cigarettes.
That night I found myself walking through the allies and I ended up on Broad Street, it didn’t take long till a pig found me. He got out and…
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 13, 2011 20:33:05 GMT -5
A black holed sun sits above my head, on top of thy misbeloved longlyth heart of discomfort. The barbwire trickling the blood form my heart, down my chest and to the floor. A lake sits in front of me and it is seized by fire. Yet pure water of fire is beyond my comprehension, the fact it exists will ponder in my mind until I die. Pain and death surround me, darkness prevail me and light shatters through me.
Little young boy, what are you doing? Pondering through the question of life? Why though? See the darkness is evil and there is blood dripping today. God is crying; the rain is painful and blooded cover. Death is upon us, the raven flaps as well. Pondering through destiny young boy or waiting for decapitation? Misery is hell, agreed?
Agreed sir, thy name is Johnny. Thanks for asking…oh wait. But that is not the point. See I am doing what I am destined to do. Pondering through life is unnecessary as god shines his light where I shall go. God doesn’t cry, he is stronger then that. Rain is soft and tender like the sweetest kiss of thy loved one. Death is misleading, eternal rest is more like it. Murder is a sin and hell is for sinners, I will reside in heaven.
I am pondered. I walk slowly away and turn my back to the child as he follows me. He is the hunter as I am the wolf. I scurry to safety, the dark corners. God can’t find me here.
I run, for I am scared. I am in disbelief as for what I see, a reflection of thy self in the mirror. Eh, I guess mid life comes with craziness. Not even can the best of drugs kill this insaneness. I am pinned against the barbwire fence and it is so intense. Bickering like a woman, misery is like hell, only cleaner.
Oh my lord tells me you are scared. Scared of what you see in the mirror. You see evil looking down upon you. Scott, do not be afraid. Take my hand and rejoice to childhood. Thy childhood should be sweet though. God is here now. Drugs are not ones to be dealt with and you will have a new father now. The Lord shuns upon denial. Let me fix you.
Thus thy look like I need help!? Help yourself to hell. You are looking at the devil. Wrapped in barbwire and looking sharp. My eyes will ponder through you like an insane man to hell. Welcome to the gates of the lion den, but I am no Chris Jericho. I am Raven and my childhood has turned me into this. I do not want to fix that and I do not want your help. I will survive by myself because of myself. And I will use suffering to do that. I will vanish pain from my body as I did thus memories. Denial is the first step to insanity and maybe I am just a little insane. Little boy I do not want your help as I do not need it. Little boy flea back home, home to hell.
But Scott, I am escaping form hell. I will not flea from you as I am you. I have walked down the path of hell and into the hands of God! He helped me, he can help you.
You rotten child, I do not need you. Why do you make me suffer? You are worse then the barbwire wrapped around my skin and the flames that burn my skin. You are worse then hell itself and you are worse then thus opponent. You are worse then Mr. Ken Kennedy.
But Scott…
But Scott nothing! You have turned me into my breaking point. And you must die like Ken Kennedy will this Sunday. The blood will fall and trickle from your face and the sign of barbwire will make you cringe for the rest of my life. Do you not see? Little boy, God is dead. And to take his place is the most sadistic man of them all, ME! I will take the light you follow and turn it black. Make it rain blood and barbwire until you bleed and die! You are not me. You are not statistic nor crazy enough to be me. So run boy and flea back home. But take a message with you. Ken Kennedy, this Sunday at Cyber Madness, insanity will run through you like the plaque that killed theater in 1593. It is time you learn who the big boys are and how they play! We play in takes and barbwire and I will take you to my own house of fun. Sadistic satanics rule the world! Kennedy, prepare to fight, because hell is upon you. There is a black sun over my head and it screams suicide at the hands of fate.
Fire engulfs the little boy, as he turns to ashes we fade out to a world on fire, covered in darkness and raining blood and barbwire. Only Raven is left and on his sword of internal fight, Ken Kennedy lies.
Quote the Raven, nevermore!
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 13, 2011 20:34:15 GMT -5
A dark horizon stands before Scott Levy. He is surrounded by death. Trees are snapped clean in half and lying everywhere, dead animals fill up the spaces between the trees, and a lake – of what was one time was beautiful – is filled with dead fish and has been refilled with blood. There is no sun, no moon, no clouds, and even no sky. Nothing grows and now nothing dies. It is desertion, yet it is home. Yet, amazingly ahead there seems to be a city. Large towers can be seen and homes appear to stretch for miles. Scott kneels and places one hand towards the air and in the other he holds a tangerine. His spirits are high, he smiles and walks towards the city. [/i] [City of Woe.]
Gather around, misery is upon thy feet. Join me with a glass of wine and we will dine till the night falls. Yet, even by nightfall, the sun will be shining. As we do not see what is to be seen and are only dreams take place within dreams. Join me, please I beg of you! Just one sip; it could be your last. Gather at my feet, dine and grace and die. Yet is death a terrible thing when you are lonely? Or is death an escape. Though death can be bad, death can be good. For good or bad, we all die. Take a glass with me.
[Thunder. Lighting. Rain.]
God is crying and his pain fills the streets. He drowns us with his sorrows, yet he allows us to cultivate from them as well. Sadness is of happy when happy is of sad. For what is sad by misery and what is happiness but of copping with it? Believing is for the insane. Everything is wrong when everything is right. If it makes sense, is it possible? Einstein did not make sense, he was brilliant. Van Gogh dreamt of a starry night in the day and drew irises from clouds. That does not make sense, yet he is an inspiration. Edgar Allan Poe wrote of dreams that never happened. He wrote of lakes that did not exist. He wrote of people and passion that were not true. Yet even after screaming the words of his work, I will truly never understand; for today leads to never more. Yet even Adolph Hitler, a sadistic malicious genius is looked down upon. He rose up and got what he wanted when others tried to stop in. And in the end of his journey he was his own downfall, but a hero is a hero to some and a person for hatred for others.
[Cigarette. Lighter. Smoke.]
It is quite sad when a person can not hurt you even closely to how a piece of rolled paper and plant can. For every darkness that stood before me I kindled a light to create passion; only to burn them down and turn passion into denial. And denial leads to stupidity and that is when I strike. I am not crazy, I am perfect. And I hurt everyone for a reason, because I can and because I want too. I am perfect and because of your faults, I will hurt you. When desire appears in the eyes I have a reason to be scared. But when you have no eyes, how do I tell desire compared to how I see death. Weakness is swell.
[Hand. Pocket. Pulling. Tangerine.]
My tangerine has filled my life with joy. It is the sweetest fruit of them all and the passion it gives me is surreal. It has given me desire when others have failed to and it has given me a reason to live that I have never had before. As a child I was beaten. As a teenager I was addicted. As an adult I was crazy. Yet as a man, I am perfect and perfectly in love.
[Staring. Sky.]
Father, it is too late to apologize for what you did, yet I owe you one. If it wasn’t for me you would be here with me now. I killed you and mother, that damn broad. Father, I owe you an apology. As without you I would not be who I am. I am a sick demonic perfectionist because of you and now I will hurt for your memory.
[Stomping. Cigarette.]
Randy Orton, you are as weak as a child. And a beating is in store. Not because I want to, because you need one. You need to be set free and the desire needs to be let out. We enter the ring, like many times before, surrounded by fools and weapons. We are in a match from my mind. My crazy thoughts will rain upon you like an acid rain. They will bleed through your skin and leave you crippled. Look at me, I look safe. Look at me; I am caught in a dream. This is a dream that I can not escape. This is the dream of a lifetime and that is to hurt you. I will do what Einstein, Gogh, Poe and Hitler could not do and that is hurt you. They join me at the blood and give me desire to hurt you. There imperfections have joined together to create a true perfection. For even Martin Luther King Junior and his biggest dream can not save you Orton. For as what we see is not what we see, as we live in a dream within a dream.
[Walking.]
Walk with me Randal, down the City of Woe in my mind affected by a Clockwork Orange. Feel the pains and agonies of tortured souls, yet feel the happiness of school children playing. See Randy the key is this is my dream, and dreams are controlled. Learn to control them and learn to defeat. If you are not in this type of control…you will be crushed. Randal, it is written in history that I will win at Behind Bars. For me, climb the cage that hides the scroll of history and change destiny. Beat me for me…
[Yelling]
Quote the raven…nevermore.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 13, 2011 20:36:29 GMT -5
The world is a stage for men. A wide horizon is graced with a magnificent sea and behind it a deep forest is in bloom. The sky is clear and the sun shines brightly, reflecting off the ocean projecting rainbows in the sky. It is all but a beautiful day in the brow of the youthful mind. Yet, to the educated eyesight, it is all but beautiful, but indeed quite terrible.
A fortress stands tall at the tip of the sea, where a maiden waits for the true love to scoop her up. Pondering through the question of whose tangerine she could be. She looks at the sea and only dreams, as she lives at the fortress of dreams. It is a far from enchanted castle, where the young mind can play. She walks to the periphery of a mountain and jumps. Would she like to be joined by me?
Dream by night, dream by day, see through the night to see what is day. Magnificent dreams shattered by the sadistic evil mind of grey. For yet there are white and black, but is there truly grey? There is no in-between of ground and sky nor even genocide. As rape and sex are all the same, murder and suicide end equivalent. The young girl killed herself, or is that just what we see. Did she jump? That is what we think. As there is no in-between: only black and white as grey is illusory.
We conclude at a fork in the road. Follow one way, dreams are shattered. Go another and dreams are made. Yet we do not know which is which, we must face it by faith: destiny will be bring me to the right place. For do you not see what I am saying, the world is a stage for the play of life, join me and gather with me, as we discover grey.
Life has been so sweet to me lately. I feel in love and fixed broken ties. And yet one man seems to want to destroy all of that, he goes by the name of Kurt Angle. Kurt, some say I am a little unstable, I say it is because I do not understand sanity. See, sanity is the playground of the unimaginative and I imagine I ponder through playground of sanity, thought isn’t that sane? Is there a comfort zone between sane and insane, or is it all but the same?
Someone once told me the world is a stage, do I perform or should I have never stayed? I am back at the dance I wondered into long ago. It seems as if it was childhood which of that is the last time I was here. The last time I danced with stars on the floor on the top of the world. It seems as if it was just childhood, when I held that magnificent gold. I beat the greats in which even Hercules could not have defeated. I beat Icons when they were just boys. Yet even the greatest of the great gods could not defeat that man who stands before me now. He is great, though can I be greater?
Some find it hard to believe that one can be better than great. Though who is to say what is great at all. Was Hitler great? Is George Bush great? Is Kurt Angle great? I have wondered this for all of which is too long. What is really great? I ponder to know this answer as there is great and there is not great, no in-between. Some find it hard to see what to see; thought is all we see what is seems?
I feel like I live in a dream. A dark dream that is not to be what it is. Thought not only is it a dream, it is a dream in a dream. Darkness conveys at every corner and evil thoughts enter my mind. They give me thoughts to kill all that is good, and to live a life of evil. They tell me to kill Kurt Angle, as he is a threat. Thought I say invite him over, let him be a friend. Let us sip at a cup of tea, eh? How does that sound, to me it is a little whack. I am out of whack; some even say I am just a little crazy.
I find it hard to look out this window. As though it is the brightest of all days, I can not see past my face. I try hard and see only my face staring back at me. Damn window is no good. Why is it that I am blind to all that is good? I can not see to the outside, I am trapped on the inside and even worse, I can not see the true light inside Kurt Angle. Eh, isn’t that bad? The superhero of the new generation is blind to my eyes. He is black in a world full of white. No colors, no in-between, no grey. He is just evil, in my pure world.
Dark storm clouds always seem to land over me. They drop heavy rain storms over me. They try to lower me when I am at my lowest. They are darkness in my world of white; damn them to hell for not being able to succeed at grey. If they were grey, it could be half good. Yet it is all of bad. These clouds fall over me like an internal damnation and I look at the window and though I can not see, I know it is half empty.
What is going to be next, will I stare at the walls and see faces? When hell freezes over I suppose. Ha, is not that funny, eh? When hell freezes over, eh? Is not that a wonderful hyperbole? Hell would have frozen over if, god forbid, my father ever told me he loved me. The world knows that it is too late now. Kurt, when you tuck you precious kids to bed, do you tell them you love them? If not, I would start for soon you will have the same fate as my father, and you will never get that chance again.
I figure I truly am insane as insanity can be explained at doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result. Time and time again, I have watched Kurt Angle defeat wrestler after wrestler: time and time again. He has beaten them all, why should I think I will have a different result? Why should it even cross my mind? Because the entirety that he has faced is normal: normality of psychotic: and I am insane and nowhere need normal. I will fight and fight, each time coming back with something new, something from my imagination, until I win. I raised myself never to give up, never to give in, and always die for what you want.
[Dark, vile, red wallpaper is revealed]
Ha, the beautiful wallpaper I was looking for. Ha, let me stare into it and find the truth. Let me look through it like a window. Though god knows I can not even do that. Ha, yes, let me stare. Ha, look at that, a face! Ha, a face, when heaven opens their gates for me, so I can dine with Zeus and Hera. Oh let me be a god: I will replace Hades or Ares, or even to replace Poseidon would do. Ha, let me keep staring, Zeus will come to greet me. Ah, what a dream, what a dream.
Kurt, stare into my eyes, and what do you see? Nothing. A real man shows nothing in his eyes. Let us gawk at the beautiful wallpaper again. Magnificent, eh? Oh no, do you see what I see. Am I even seeing at all?
[Scott Levy’s eyes turn to fear] Let us turn to a darker stage of this world. Ponder as we walk through a graveyard. Let us gather and look down, six feet at a coffin. I can see the water pouring out of it, filling the grave with mud. Did they pick the beautiful maiden out of the sea and just stuff her in. She waited and waited, until she could not wait no more. She took her life, out of desperation.
Can we please ponder even deeper into this graveyard? The world is all of a stage, a playground, let us play. Find us an open grave, and we can sit in it. We can suffocate; we can feel what it is like to drown. Let us drown! Though, we have been drowning all our lives. We drown our mind in thoughts of sanity…we are killers of our mind! [The sunlight is setting and reflects off the red wallpaper, causing the whole room to be covered in a deep red hue. Scott Levy is sitting in the corner of the room.]
Look into my eyes and what do you see, fear! Yes, I shriek it out to the world, I am in fear. I look into the wallpaper and see the light inside myself dwindling. I see myself on the floor banging my hand against it. I see myself in pain and I see the face of the champion looking down at me. I see my faith, and I beg to god so that I can control it.
Ponder with me to a place of insanity. I beg you, make me feel at home. Let me control my faith and allow me to destroy you, Kurt Angle. Kurt Angle, soon, the light inside me will vanish, but yours shall parish first. I am the lord of insanity; walk with me to a forsaken city where all dreams are lost with the fortress woman at the sea. Kurt Angle, the world is all but a playground and we are playing on its stage. The stage is full of black and white, and this Sunday we will create grey.
Quote the raven, nevermore…
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 13, 2011 20:39:07 GMT -5
Our lone antagonist sits in a chair in the center of a broad room. A light shines down upon him and to the left; a large standing mirror is placed. Raven has his head hung low, but his eyes pierced upwards.
Welcome, to the happiest hour from the happiest day of my life. Oh, today is the happiest of all days I have ever known. Today, I reign superior to all. I have both pride and power, both of which you seek but do not have. On the days gone by, I would reflect back upon a childhood nightmare. But those scars have healed from alas past. I stand tall as a man with new power. This is power in which I earned myself; by destroying the demons that were the childhood of this bastard child. And pride, I have earned for me. As yet another brow I have surpassed and inherited, even though the venom of my old spirit falls on me. For now feels like the brightest hour, from the brightest day that I may never see again. For on the wing wall dark alloy of the raven, I grew the essence to my power in which I destroy, though none of this is too good, for my soul still knows it well.
From a century far and gone, the evils of life has fallen and risen. Inspiration has grown from my old yonder up the hill to light. The radiance of that legacy grew to me like childhood pain. The inspiration I needed to concur and flea. From that century far and gone, the legacy moves on in me. Those demons are my demons, and now I can control both. For that yonder up that hill, I truly found inspiration: leadership and respect were brought upon me. Yet a man of even proclaimed higher power, tried to do the same, my powers were to strong for even him to take. For on my own old yonder up that hill, I realized all that I could. For all of which there is a heaven, their needs to be an escape. For my power was to strong, I became the new face.
Yet, for the night that has yet to come, a proclamation of independence will be made. I will fly free, with no one to stop me. The guards of the great world can not stop me. Three stand tall with iron swords of fight gripping towards all of insanity. The true power will walk up and show them what a war is and will always be about. I will fight for my pride and power that I contain. I will fight and prevail with more power than even I proclaim. And with great power, comes great pride.
Three guards stand tall showing me their swords. I look to one and remove his mask. I see pride in his eyes, pride that he should not have. He should be chained down and shown what pride truly is. He is a warrior for the high power, but his confidence has come to young. He accomplish much as a young one, but too much is not safe. I will show him that confidence is earned. A war will be fought for him; he works with one, yet acts like two. He needs to learn the unity of a powerful world. So he stands before me wielding a sword, but he does not have the experience to use it right.
Two guards stand tall showing me their swords. I look at another and remove his mask. I see disgust in his eyes as he stares back at me. He is too good, for even all the evil I contain. Or so he thinks, but shall I show him right? He is the dark dragon stuck in the light. He is the darkness in a land that is only light. He has yellow in his eyes as he looks at me. He knows that he will never be as prideful as me. He knows that he will never be as powerful as me. He wields his sword, but is stuck as the little man in a big man’s world.
One final guard stands tall showing me their sword. I look and remove his mask. I see everything I wish I ever had all in his eyes. I see a passion that is incomparable. I see a dwindling light growing larger as you stare at it. I see a man that though he is proclaimed to be, but will never be as prideful or as powerful as me. He wields a sword, but he too will fall to me.
It is the happiest day and the happiest hour that my eyes shall ever and have ever seen. I have the brightest glance of pride and power that I feel and have been. Only one man can destroy such a happy day…
Raven swings his head up into the mirror. Reflecting back at him is a man wearing an all black tuxedo and a large top hat. The reflection shows fear, but Raven only smirks.
Though, Scott Levy can not even destroy my happy hour. Quote the raven, nevermore.
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