Post by The Roy on Sept 30, 2011 23:32:02 GMT -5
The scene opens to an unfamiliar stage. Just a simple wooden platform in front of dozens of empty folding chairs. No high tech cameras. No special sound equipment. The scenery in the back is drawn by the hand of a child. Large cardboard cut outs of trees and grass blades bend into each other creating a forest. Sitting in the middle of it all is The Roy. To his left are dozens of strings hanging from the ceiling. To the right are even more. What's even more peculiar is the puppets that dangle at the end from each string. Wooden carved puppets swaying gently into one another. The lighting is heavy so we can see the distinction between each puppet. Some have mustaches and some have hats. Some are skinny and some are fat. Some smile and some frown. Some even hang upside down. Adding to the peculiarity is the fact that the strings aren't tied around their limbs, but instead around their necks. Almost as to be hanging corpses they still appear joyous. The Roy speaks.
I've done alot of questionable things lately. I've almost been a bit of a drama whore. Living day to day just isn't enough. I need tense situations to feel comfortable. I need to create controversy where ever I go. I remember when I was eight teen years old. My grandmother was in the hospital dieing. I remember the entire family sitting around the hospital bed with tears running down their face. She was weakening and we weren't sure if she was going to pull through this time. I myself was a little choked up. But all I could think about was what it'd be like if she actually died. Me and my entire family crying and suffering from the loss. The funeral that surely would follow. It all excited me. I can't explain it. There was still pain but it was like, I wanted it. So it felt good...even though it hurt.
One of the puppets with a big smile trots over to where Roy sits. It speaks to him.
Roy surely you were just confused. You had to be happy when she made it through right.
Another puppet with an evil smirk makes it's way over.
Roy don't listen to this fool. Tell em the truth. You wanted the old gal to croak.
The Roy speaks.
Actually she did survive. And I was upset. I felt like I missed a good tv show or something. Like I missed a chance for some fun. I wanted her to die that die. The woman who raised me, the woman I loved. I wanted her to die.
The smiling puppet speaks up again.
No no Roy I won't believe it surely you're good deep down. You must feel aweful about it am I right.
Roy Responds.
Two years lately she actually did die. The crying and aching of myself and the family was just as sweet as I ever imagined. I just can't explain it.
The smirking puppet speaks up.
It's humanity. You've gone insane through several terrable lapses of sanity. Ridiculous was normal and now you've turned out to be a beautiful beautiful man.
The smiling puppet seems upset.
How could you call this man beautiful? His grandmother sacrificed everything for him, making sure he got everything he wanted and he wanted her to die. He sat beside her holding her hand pretending to be there for her but the entire time he is waiting for her to slip away. You both make me sick.
The smirking puppet chuckles before talking back. At this point The Roy has his hands over both of his ears.
HA you're such a goody goody. Grow a pair ya stupid bit..
SHUT UP
The Roy shouts over the puppets.
JUST SHUT UP.
This isn't about my grandmother. This is about Jacob Jones. Last month this bastard said he wishes that Johnny Magnum beats me. He wanted to get rid of me. But that's not happening. You see Jacob I'm not a wrestler anymore. I'm a performer. I'm going to go to the ring and I'm going to put on a show. I'm not there to wrestle you. I'm there to hurt youuuuuu oh oh I'm gonna hurt you.
The Roy is smirking the same smirk as the puppet. The smiling puppet is drawn up high out of the scene.
You just don't know oh no you don't know oh oh oh.
Confused at the way he talks, we are unsure about what's going on. The lights dim and now all the puppets seem to devilishly smile, hung from their necks.
Jaaaake. Psst Jaaakeee I don't caaare about this maaatttcchh. I just wanna hit you. I just wanna hit ya. Hit ya. I just wanna beat you in your face. So I think I will. ha.
To The Roy laughing, the camera fades to black.
I've done alot of questionable things lately. I've almost been a bit of a drama whore. Living day to day just isn't enough. I need tense situations to feel comfortable. I need to create controversy where ever I go. I remember when I was eight teen years old. My grandmother was in the hospital dieing. I remember the entire family sitting around the hospital bed with tears running down their face. She was weakening and we weren't sure if she was going to pull through this time. I myself was a little choked up. But all I could think about was what it'd be like if she actually died. Me and my entire family crying and suffering from the loss. The funeral that surely would follow. It all excited me. I can't explain it. There was still pain but it was like, I wanted it. So it felt good...even though it hurt.
One of the puppets with a big smile trots over to where Roy sits. It speaks to him.
Roy surely you were just confused. You had to be happy when she made it through right.
Another puppet with an evil smirk makes it's way over.
Roy don't listen to this fool. Tell em the truth. You wanted the old gal to croak.
The Roy speaks.
Actually she did survive. And I was upset. I felt like I missed a good tv show or something. Like I missed a chance for some fun. I wanted her to die that die. The woman who raised me, the woman I loved. I wanted her to die.
The smiling puppet speaks up again.
No no Roy I won't believe it surely you're good deep down. You must feel aweful about it am I right.
Roy Responds.
Two years lately she actually did die. The crying and aching of myself and the family was just as sweet as I ever imagined. I just can't explain it.
The smirking puppet speaks up.
It's humanity. You've gone insane through several terrable lapses of sanity. Ridiculous was normal and now you've turned out to be a beautiful beautiful man.
The smiling puppet seems upset.
How could you call this man beautiful? His grandmother sacrificed everything for him, making sure he got everything he wanted and he wanted her to die. He sat beside her holding her hand pretending to be there for her but the entire time he is waiting for her to slip away. You both make me sick.
The smirking puppet chuckles before talking back. At this point The Roy has his hands over both of his ears.
HA you're such a goody goody. Grow a pair ya stupid bit..
SHUT UP
The Roy shouts over the puppets.
JUST SHUT UP.
This isn't about my grandmother. This is about Jacob Jones. Last month this bastard said he wishes that Johnny Magnum beats me. He wanted to get rid of me. But that's not happening. You see Jacob I'm not a wrestler anymore. I'm a performer. I'm going to go to the ring and I'm going to put on a show. I'm not there to wrestle you. I'm there to hurt youuuuuu oh oh I'm gonna hurt you.
The Roy is smirking the same smirk as the puppet. The smiling puppet is drawn up high out of the scene.
You just don't know oh no you don't know oh oh oh.
Confused at the way he talks, we are unsure about what's going on. The lights dim and now all the puppets seem to devilishly smile, hung from their necks.
Jaaaake. Psst Jaaakeee I don't caaare about this maaatttcchh. I just wanna hit you. I just wanna hit ya. Hit ya. I just wanna beat you in your face. So I think I will. ha.
To The Roy laughing, the camera fades to black.