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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 28 2007, 05:20 PM (13 Views) | |
| Larry Fields | Oct 28 2007, 05:20 PM Post #1 |
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~Scene One~ [Fade In] Hey man did you hear the EWFhas finally released their card and you're on it. Just a shot at a title in the future, but still you've got a match.. The EWF newest Rookie sensation in The Larry Fields sits quietly watching something on television about Aids research in Africa as his close personal friend Jameson has suddenly burst into his home to deliver what would be good news to most. Larry however, simply smirks and raises an eyebrow before motioning for Jameson to continue. Jameson: Well, man you're in this like four persons battle. I mean there's some great potential here you've got a Luke Acasas, Aaron Hunt, and Cash Jeremy. Larry Fields: Tough? This is going to be tough? Ha, I've seen the supposed match up pitted for me on the next event and personally I think taking that shit I took earlier was tougher than the few pricks and dicks that I'm going to have to step into the ring with. Jameson simply takes his glasses off and scratches his head trying to figure out why Larry Fields suddenly was more interested in this PBS special than the match he had at hand. As he was almost certain that making a paycheck was more important to Larry than the poor starving people in a third world country. Something wasn't right here and Jameson was determined to get to the bottom of it.. ~scene two~ Larry Fields: Do you always have to insult me? Must you always break me down? Can you not for once have something good to say is it that damn hard?" Larry now stands in the center of his study inside of his luxurious home in southern Carolina. The fall breeze is blowing the white curtains covering his windows softly about. As he continues to rant and rave it can be seen that there is nobody inside the room, there in fact is nothing other than books and a painting hanging over the fireplace except for a small porcelain doll that sits upon the floor in front of Larry Fields who seems to have his eyes fixated on the small doll her once vivid white paint now peeling from her half broken face.. Larry Fields: Seriously, you think that you're just Mr. perfect and that everything has to revolve around you, but for once I wish you would just shut the hell up and think about me. It's not always about you, I mean seriously you're driving me fucking insane and for me it's not that damn long of a drive." Silence now befalls the room, not a sound can be heard less the crackling of the small fire in the fireplace and the heavy breathing of Mr. Fields who now runs his hands through his long coal black hair. His soul piercing brown eyes locked on the doll in front of him. His chest moving rapidly with every breath that he takes. Larry Fields: What? No response to that? Oh, so now you decide to shut your fucking mouth normally you'd have something to say to everything I've said. Come on let me have it tell me how I'm a psychopathic beast. Silence again fills the room an action that obviously angers Larry as he picks the doll up by the neck and flings it across the room and into the back of the fireplace where it instantly shatters into many pieces and falls into the fire. Mastermind now stands staring out the window into the open field that surrounds his home and beyond to the distant forestry.. Larry Fields: The demon, it eats at my soul, it eats at my heart, it has consumed me. Yet, I don't mind and at the same time I just want to rip my own heart from my chest so that I can end the pain, end the suffering, and end the agony. Some have said I'm crazy and others somehow...believe me. By any means it's real and I cannot stop it. I cannot stop the heartbeat, I cannot stop the flow of the river of red at my hands. I fear for all who set foot in front of me on my path to cleansing. I fear for the three wonderful competitors that must stand toe to toe with me in just a matter of hours. Larry Fields: In a matter of hours I will step in the ring with 3 men. All focused upon the same goal, the same glory, and the same victory. The problem? The problem is that when the dust clears, and the sun dawns upon a new day there can only be one victor, and that victor will be a true warrior and will forever more be written into the pages of history. What will the pages say? Only time will tell, who will that warrior be? Again that's up to father time and his lover fate. However, I'm game to play with fire and dance with destiny so in a matter of hours the music will play and the dance will begin when all is said and all is done who will remain and who will have fallen? I know not all I can say is to you 3 sleep well, pray hard, and say your final goodbyes for now you leave for war and your return is not promised... [Fade Out] |
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