Post by "Mercennario" Chris Danielson on Aug 26, 2011 14:29:47 GMT -5
As we open this scene we are found in the inside of a house. We see the front door slowly getting opened. The darkness of this place is not letting us see a lot. They only light that we are given is the moon’s light. As the door opened, we noticed a man standing right there. We realize this is Saturday Night’s Main Event superstar Chris Danielson; wearing a beige button up shirt, denim jeans and a pair of black shoes. Danielson looks at the inside of this house slowly walking in. He stands in the middle of a room. Sadly for us, we can’t tell what room this is. We notice this house is completely empty. No sofa, no chairs, no refrigerators; not even tile on the floor, just the concrete. Mercennario takes a deep breath looking at the floor while shaking his hand in disappointment. He looks at the ceiling noticing there isn’t even a bulb so he can turn the lights on.
“This place is just as I remember it from years ago. For some odd reason, dad used to call this place ‘home’. How would a place like this be home? There is no way this was home. His life wasn’t even life… If just been here for a few minutes and I’m already tired of being here. I feel your presence lingers here. How could someone pass through all of that?”
Chris Danielson turns to his left noticing the stairs. He walks near them and sits.
“You would never imagine the story behind all of this. Is it odd that I have to face Jacob Jones this week on Saturday Night’s Main Event? Is it a coincidence or is it destiny? I feel really bad. There are many things that I’m scared of right now, but I had to take a brief time to talk about this. I need to do this, Jacob. Jacob, for just a mere minutes I need you to be Jacob Jones. I need you to think like Jacob Jones. Raven, this is not for you. Jacob, you lived a rough childhood just as Scott Levy did. Both of you passed through many difficult things but was that any worse than what I had to live through? We’ve been in the ring before. I was there for your debut, and you were there for my return. I was watching you develop every single week. It didn’t take long before we became enemies. You stole the only thing that mattered to me at that point. Can you blame me? I was suppressed by fears. There are some things that time just couldn’t erase…”
Mercennario stands from the stairs walking a few steps to his left. There’s a glass door in front of him in which we are able to see a faint reflection of his.
“I wish all that was just the worst of nightmares, but that pain was too real for me to notice it was more than just a nightmare. People claim dreams can’t come true. Could somebody explain to me why we have to live through nightmares? Jacob, you are living one of them right now. Raven, while intelligent, has been nothing but a monster his whole life; if he’s even had one. Jacob, for some reason, Raven was your hero, but Jacob, you are not the only person that has heroes. You are not the only person that looks for somebody to be his role model, but what happens when you realize that person is not what you thought he was? What happens when he fails you? What happens when he lets you down? Jacob, your role model was a man that you see once per week. He was famous; he is a legend. You probably dreamed of the day you were to finally meet him. That day came. That day was the day that proved you that dreams can become a reality. I had a hero too, Jacob. I had a big hero in life. You may remember a friend of mine dying a couple of months ago. He trained me to become a wrestler. He was the famous man I saw on TV that I wanted to meet. He was my Raven. But before that… Before that, there was a man that I saw as perfect. He was the man I was looking forward to see each and every day. I wanted my life to be just like his. I wanted to be just like my father. I wanted so bad to become what he was, but as I grew up, that all changed. I noticed my family vanish within the ashes. What’s worse, Jacob? Your father getting drunk and beating your family up, or being hurt on the inside watching how your family is destroyed? You wanted to be just like Raven. He crushed you, Jacob. He crushed you, but in the very end, he stayed there with you, while me… I’ve been alone all along. Everything changed. Raven made and keeps making your life miserable; that is what your beloved hero is doing, but me… I was part of making my hero’s life miserable. He was there to wipe all of my tears, while I turned my back on him each and every time he needed me. I claimed I would be there for him whenever he needed me, but I was never there. Your soul has been taken, Jacob. I know how it feels. Your soul was not taken by Raven, but by depression. Jacob, I want to hear you again. I want to listen what you think of. To a point, I forgot how to love, and so you did Jacob. There’s no Raven inside of you, there’s a sad, pessimist Jacob Jones inside of you. Look at Scott Levy. Did you ever saw him happy? Look back Jacob. What you are doing now will end up killing you. Don’t let yourself end up as empty as this house. It’s time to come back to reality.”
The camera slowly pans out from behind of Mercennario as he’s still looking through that glass door with his left hand of it. To this image, the scene slowly fading away to black.
“This place is just as I remember it from years ago. For some odd reason, dad used to call this place ‘home’. How would a place like this be home? There is no way this was home. His life wasn’t even life… If just been here for a few minutes and I’m already tired of being here. I feel your presence lingers here. How could someone pass through all of that?”
Chris Danielson turns to his left noticing the stairs. He walks near them and sits.
“You would never imagine the story behind all of this. Is it odd that I have to face Jacob Jones this week on Saturday Night’s Main Event? Is it a coincidence or is it destiny? I feel really bad. There are many things that I’m scared of right now, but I had to take a brief time to talk about this. I need to do this, Jacob. Jacob, for just a mere minutes I need you to be Jacob Jones. I need you to think like Jacob Jones. Raven, this is not for you. Jacob, you lived a rough childhood just as Scott Levy did. Both of you passed through many difficult things but was that any worse than what I had to live through? We’ve been in the ring before. I was there for your debut, and you were there for my return. I was watching you develop every single week. It didn’t take long before we became enemies. You stole the only thing that mattered to me at that point. Can you blame me? I was suppressed by fears. There are some things that time just couldn’t erase…”
Mercennario stands from the stairs walking a few steps to his left. There’s a glass door in front of him in which we are able to see a faint reflection of his.
“I wish all that was just the worst of nightmares, but that pain was too real for me to notice it was more than just a nightmare. People claim dreams can’t come true. Could somebody explain to me why we have to live through nightmares? Jacob, you are living one of them right now. Raven, while intelligent, has been nothing but a monster his whole life; if he’s even had one. Jacob, for some reason, Raven was your hero, but Jacob, you are not the only person that has heroes. You are not the only person that looks for somebody to be his role model, but what happens when you realize that person is not what you thought he was? What happens when he fails you? What happens when he lets you down? Jacob, your role model was a man that you see once per week. He was famous; he is a legend. You probably dreamed of the day you were to finally meet him. That day came. That day was the day that proved you that dreams can become a reality. I had a hero too, Jacob. I had a big hero in life. You may remember a friend of mine dying a couple of months ago. He trained me to become a wrestler. He was the famous man I saw on TV that I wanted to meet. He was my Raven. But before that… Before that, there was a man that I saw as perfect. He was the man I was looking forward to see each and every day. I wanted my life to be just like his. I wanted to be just like my father. I wanted so bad to become what he was, but as I grew up, that all changed. I noticed my family vanish within the ashes. What’s worse, Jacob? Your father getting drunk and beating your family up, or being hurt on the inside watching how your family is destroyed? You wanted to be just like Raven. He crushed you, Jacob. He crushed you, but in the very end, he stayed there with you, while me… I’ve been alone all along. Everything changed. Raven made and keeps making your life miserable; that is what your beloved hero is doing, but me… I was part of making my hero’s life miserable. He was there to wipe all of my tears, while I turned my back on him each and every time he needed me. I claimed I would be there for him whenever he needed me, but I was never there. Your soul has been taken, Jacob. I know how it feels. Your soul was not taken by Raven, but by depression. Jacob, I want to hear you again. I want to listen what you think of. To a point, I forgot how to love, and so you did Jacob. There’s no Raven inside of you, there’s a sad, pessimist Jacob Jones inside of you. Look at Scott Levy. Did you ever saw him happy? Look back Jacob. What you are doing now will end up killing you. Don’t let yourself end up as empty as this house. It’s time to come back to reality.”
The camera slowly pans out from behind of Mercennario as he’s still looking through that glass door with his left hand of it. To this image, the scene slowly fading away to black.