Post by Eddy Introspect on Feb 10, 2010 16:49:11 GMT -6
"I did it, I won the Emocore Championship." The scene opens with this single sentence from Eddy Introspect, as the camera zooms out, we begin to notice that Eddy is sitting in the ring with his championship laying motionless on his lap. His head crooked, his right forearm exposed to the arena lights, Eddy Introspect continues to sit in the corner, allowing his back to rest on the lower and middle turnbuckles. Scattered about the ring are various sharp objects, ranging from glass shards, tacks, very long nails, razor blades, and jagged wood. What did all of these have in common besides being very, very sharp? Each little object had bits of Eddy's tried blood scattered amongst them, each little object showcased the emotional distress Eddy Introspect has been in since he had accomplished what he thought would finally free him of this failure people calls his life.
"I've tried everything, I've done everything, I've bled everywhere." He had a microphone in his left hand as he looks down at his right forearm (which was usually wrapped around in striped wrist tape) exposed for the entire world to see. Fresh scars were all around his young forearm, and as the camera panned down his right forearm each scar just looked fresher and fresher until eventually it grabbed a shot at his clinched fist, "I was told the world would be handed to me upon my victory. I was told I would finally be free this prison. I was told she would finally love me again." His legs jolted at the mentioning of his tight-tight jeans. "But they were all just lies. All just motivators. All just methods to further prove my devotion." Eddy voice got higher and higher as his jeans got tighter and tighter. "And I don't even remember how I lost her love. I don't even remember what caused her to hate me, and continue to put me through these trails. The world just isn't what it used to be. I am not happy! I am not angry! I am not even sad." He lets out a painful sigh as his pants continued to try and prevent Eddy from talking about his feelings. "I don't feel. Anything. I am lost within my pleasure. I am lost within myself. I am lost within her." Picking up his CWE Emocore title, he looks deeply into it before throwing it across the ring.
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF ALL THIS? WHY WON'T YOU ALLOW ME TO DIE? I'VE DONE WHAT YOU'VE WANTED. I ALWAYS HAVE. FROM THE MOMENT I PUT YOU ON, AND LOOKED AT HOW SWEET MY ASS LOOKED WITHIN THAT CONVENIENCE STORE MIRROR I'VE BEEN YOUR ONE AND ONLY SERVANT, DOING WHATEVER YOU PLEASED AT THE EXPENSE OF MY OWN SELF COMFORT." Eddy was now on his hands and knees, he put all his strength into throwing his title across the ring. Beginning to cry, his back gives out his lifelessly slumps onto the ring mat, his butt now the peak of his height as face kissed the ring mat. "The CWE United States Championship, the CWE Tag Team Championships. And now the CWE Emocore Championship. I've won them all, just as you asked, and never once have you ever gave me my reward. Never once have you ever shown that you also loved. Me. Have you even wondered why I've tried killing myself these last couple months? Do you even care?"
Eddy then turns himself around, drops his microphone and puts both his hands on the button of his jeans. "I AM DONE! I AM TAKING YOU OFF FOREVER!"
But before Eddy could finally rid himself of his denim mistress, someone's theme music began to echo throughout the arena.
"I've tried everything, I've done everything, I've bled everywhere." He had a microphone in his left hand as he looks down at his right forearm (which was usually wrapped around in striped wrist tape) exposed for the entire world to see. Fresh scars were all around his young forearm, and as the camera panned down his right forearm each scar just looked fresher and fresher until eventually it grabbed a shot at his clinched fist, "I was told the world would be handed to me upon my victory. I was told I would finally be free this prison. I was told she would finally love me again." His legs jolted at the mentioning of his tight-tight jeans. "But they were all just lies. All just motivators. All just methods to further prove my devotion." Eddy voice got higher and higher as his jeans got tighter and tighter. "And I don't even remember how I lost her love. I don't even remember what caused her to hate me, and continue to put me through these trails. The world just isn't what it used to be. I am not happy! I am not angry! I am not even sad." He lets out a painful sigh as his pants continued to try and prevent Eddy from talking about his feelings. "I don't feel. Anything. I am lost within my pleasure. I am lost within myself. I am lost within her." Picking up his CWE Emocore title, he looks deeply into it before throwing it across the ring.
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF ALL THIS? WHY WON'T YOU ALLOW ME TO DIE? I'VE DONE WHAT YOU'VE WANTED. I ALWAYS HAVE. FROM THE MOMENT I PUT YOU ON, AND LOOKED AT HOW SWEET MY ASS LOOKED WITHIN THAT CONVENIENCE STORE MIRROR I'VE BEEN YOUR ONE AND ONLY SERVANT, DOING WHATEVER YOU PLEASED AT THE EXPENSE OF MY OWN SELF COMFORT." Eddy was now on his hands and knees, he put all his strength into throwing his title across the ring. Beginning to cry, his back gives out his lifelessly slumps onto the ring mat, his butt now the peak of his height as face kissed the ring mat. "The CWE United States Championship, the CWE Tag Team Championships. And now the CWE Emocore Championship. I've won them all, just as you asked, and never once have you ever gave me my reward. Never once have you ever shown that you also loved. Me. Have you even wondered why I've tried killing myself these last couple months? Do you even care?"
Eddy then turns himself around, drops his microphone and puts both his hands on the button of his jeans. "I AM DONE! I AM TAKING YOU OFF FOREVER!"
But before Eddy could finally rid himself of his denim mistress, someone's theme music began to echo throughout the arena.