Post by Darnez FC/Matt Campton on Aug 3, 2008 5:15:24 GMT
A Bumbling cameraman has his camera at the ready as he rushes toward a meeting place where he was told to meet. The Sun shines brightly on this day, which could have some metaphoric meaning behind it, or, it could just be the fact that it is Summer. Nontheless, it is Sunny, without a cloud in the sky. The neighbourhood in which The cameraman was asked to come to looks to be one of the rich, noticeable by the large houses and the neatly trimmed lawns which come into view. The Cameraman quickens his pace, as he knows the man he is meeting with hates to be made a fool out of, or to be insulted by one being late. The cameraman turns a corner, heading for the shopping district. He runs toward a particular shop in question, but, which shop that is, is still unknown to all but him. After a few more moments of running, the man makes it to the meeting place. He manuevers the camera upward, so that everyone gets a fair read of the sign. It reads "The DFC local eatery". The cameraman re-centers the camera. He walks over to what appears to be a doorbell. He presses it with his free hand. After a few moments, the door to the eatery swings open. The cameraman is greeted by a slender looking Woman dresses up as a waitress. She talks in an almost automatic tone.
Waitress:
"Sorry, DFC opens at 12:00, please come back..."
She halts her sentence as she realises that this is the man who is allowed into the eatery at this time. She bows, and says.
Waitress:
"Sorry about that, i didn't know who you were, please, come in"
The cameraman walks into the eatery with a haste pace. The eatery itself has been decked out to appear like a local resturant, with some nice wooden flooring and some beautiful blue wallpaper donning the walls. The lightshades also appear to be that of what you would see at a regular local resturant, if they weren't draped with golden cloth. Only a few lightshades are on at this moment in time, as the eatery hasn't opened yet. The cameraman doesn't waste time taking in the surroundings, instead, he heads for the table that the contact gave him. As this resturant isn't very large, the cameraman easily finds the man and the table quite easily. The cameraman takes a seat. The Man in question is eating what appears to be pasta, but he seems to be doing it with a lousy disposition. The Man is wearing a fancy White Jacket, and what appear to be leather pants. His hair is all knotted up, and he appears to be having some difficulty eating his food. He also doesn't seem to notice the cameraman until the cameraman says something.
Cameraman:
"Mr. Darnez FC?"
Darnez looks up, to see the cameraman and the camera staring at him. He does so in a dramatic fashion. Whether this was purposeful or not remains to be seen. He releases his feeble grip on his fork, and awaits for the cameraman to say something else. After a few moments of awkward silence, the cameraman indeed speaks to Darnez.
Cameraman:
"Well, what did you want to speak about?"
Darnez' eye twitches as this question is asked, he tightens his hands into tight fists, and they begin to turn white from this. Darnez' expression also turns to that of anger. The cameraman appears to be frightened, and begins to shake the camera wildly. After a moment, Darnez' expression changes from anger to one of a clam man. He opens his hands back up, and they turn back to their original colour. He takes a deep breath, and adresses the Cameraman.
Darnez FC:
"The reason i brought you here, is to tell you what my life has been like over the past twenty-four hours"
The cameraman nods, still in fear over the fact that Darnez could've taken a shot at him. The nod beckons Darnez to speak on.
Darnez FC:
"Over the past twenty-four hours, i went from being the top superstar in SNK, to a lowly former champion. I honestly don't know how this happened. I was in my top form, i had an air of confidence about me, and i hadn't been defeated for seven straight matches. But, all that didn't matter as i faced Morzan in the Main Event for the SNK KO Championship."
Darnez breathes in before speaking again.
Darnez FC:
"In that match, i gave it my all, as i do every night. I even paid for an illustrious entrance, to show the fans that i love to put on a great show when you get right down to it. But, again, none of that mattered in the end. The whole match is clear in my head, the way that i had the match won after striking Morzan with the frying pan. However, after that, the match is all a blur to me"
Darnez breathes in again, and clenches his fists tightly as he does so.
Darnez FC:
"After i was beaten, which again, i don't remember how it happened, i left the ring, feeling empty, feeling almost like a shell. I had gotten so used to being a champion that, when i lost my last championship, i was so empty.
Darnez flicks his hair back before speaking again.
Darnez FC:
"And now, today. The Sun is shining brightly, it is quite a beautiful day. Everyone is enjoying this day, everyone, except me. I woke up, still feeling empty. I grabbed any clothes i could find in my closest, and put them on. I'm just glad i don't own any unfashionable clothing. I then went to the mirror, brushed my teeth, and preceded to do my hair, as i would every morning. However, the feeling that i had made me feel like their was no point in doing this. So, as you can see, my hair is in a horrible state. I left my house, and instead of asking my limo driver to drive me here, i brushed him off and walked, again, i thought their was no point. As i walked, i saw others walking too, but they didn't hassle me for an autograph, or for a picture, hell, they didn't even throw insults my way, they just walked past, as if i didn't exist. That finally made me realise that, without a championship, i am seen as nothing"
The cameraman nods and has a sad look on his face, as if Darnez story had touced his heart in such a way. However, Darnez had tightened his fists so that they were paler than the moon. He brought them down onto the table with a hard "THUMP!" Sound. He then brought his left arm across the table and knocked off all the condiments, the glasses, and his food, right onto the floor. The glass and the bowl of food shattered, the condiments just hit the floor. The Waitress quickly ran over to the mess with a dustpan and began to sweep up the broken glass. The cameraman recoiled in fear from this. Darnez stood up, and began to yell into the camera.
Darnez FC:
"MORZAN! This feeling of emptiness i have is all your fault! You have caused this! You have caused it all! You have taken my status symbol! You have taken my championship! And, if i hadn't made this realisation, i'd swear you took out my soul! You will not know the meaning of peace! You have caused my life to become almost unliveable! You will pay for these things! I swear, until i regain my rightful championship, and my rightful place as the top superstar in ICW, your life will never be the same again!"
Darnez appears to walk off after this, however, he comes back to the cameraman to issue one last set of statements.
Darnez FC:
"You have now sent your future into a direction in which you'll regret it for the rest of your life! Because, this week, when Tayler and I destroy you and your mystery partner, you will learn that the fate of anyone that crosses Darnez, or STD..."
Darnez lets his voice trail off before mentioning...
Darnez FC:
"...Your future in ICW, will come to an abrupt end!"
Darnez begins to breathe heavily into the camera, the cameraman, by his expression, has just managed to not shit his pants. Darnez points at the cameraman before telling him on last thing.
Darnez FC:
"You! Get out of my sight immediately!"
The cameraman quickly gets up and runs out of the resturant before Darnez does anything else more drastic. The cameraman exits the eatery and turns his camera off, ending the recording in the process.
Waitress:
"Sorry, DFC opens at 12:00, please come back..."
She halts her sentence as she realises that this is the man who is allowed into the eatery at this time. She bows, and says.
Waitress:
"Sorry about that, i didn't know who you were, please, come in"
The cameraman walks into the eatery with a haste pace. The eatery itself has been decked out to appear like a local resturant, with some nice wooden flooring and some beautiful blue wallpaper donning the walls. The lightshades also appear to be that of what you would see at a regular local resturant, if they weren't draped with golden cloth. Only a few lightshades are on at this moment in time, as the eatery hasn't opened yet. The cameraman doesn't waste time taking in the surroundings, instead, he heads for the table that the contact gave him. As this resturant isn't very large, the cameraman easily finds the man and the table quite easily. The cameraman takes a seat. The Man in question is eating what appears to be pasta, but he seems to be doing it with a lousy disposition. The Man is wearing a fancy White Jacket, and what appear to be leather pants. His hair is all knotted up, and he appears to be having some difficulty eating his food. He also doesn't seem to notice the cameraman until the cameraman says something.
Cameraman:
"Mr. Darnez FC?"
Darnez looks up, to see the cameraman and the camera staring at him. He does so in a dramatic fashion. Whether this was purposeful or not remains to be seen. He releases his feeble grip on his fork, and awaits for the cameraman to say something else. After a few moments of awkward silence, the cameraman indeed speaks to Darnez.
Cameraman:
"Well, what did you want to speak about?"
Darnez' eye twitches as this question is asked, he tightens his hands into tight fists, and they begin to turn white from this. Darnez' expression also turns to that of anger. The cameraman appears to be frightened, and begins to shake the camera wildly. After a moment, Darnez' expression changes from anger to one of a clam man. He opens his hands back up, and they turn back to their original colour. He takes a deep breath, and adresses the Cameraman.
Darnez FC:
"The reason i brought you here, is to tell you what my life has been like over the past twenty-four hours"
The cameraman nods, still in fear over the fact that Darnez could've taken a shot at him. The nod beckons Darnez to speak on.
Darnez FC:
"Over the past twenty-four hours, i went from being the top superstar in SNK, to a lowly former champion. I honestly don't know how this happened. I was in my top form, i had an air of confidence about me, and i hadn't been defeated for seven straight matches. But, all that didn't matter as i faced Morzan in the Main Event for the SNK KO Championship."
Darnez breathes in before speaking again.
Darnez FC:
"In that match, i gave it my all, as i do every night. I even paid for an illustrious entrance, to show the fans that i love to put on a great show when you get right down to it. But, again, none of that mattered in the end. The whole match is clear in my head, the way that i had the match won after striking Morzan with the frying pan. However, after that, the match is all a blur to me"
Darnez breathes in again, and clenches his fists tightly as he does so.
Darnez FC:
"After i was beaten, which again, i don't remember how it happened, i left the ring, feeling empty, feeling almost like a shell. I had gotten so used to being a champion that, when i lost my last championship, i was so empty.
Darnez flicks his hair back before speaking again.
Darnez FC:
"And now, today. The Sun is shining brightly, it is quite a beautiful day. Everyone is enjoying this day, everyone, except me. I woke up, still feeling empty. I grabbed any clothes i could find in my closest, and put them on. I'm just glad i don't own any unfashionable clothing. I then went to the mirror, brushed my teeth, and preceded to do my hair, as i would every morning. However, the feeling that i had made me feel like their was no point in doing this. So, as you can see, my hair is in a horrible state. I left my house, and instead of asking my limo driver to drive me here, i brushed him off and walked, again, i thought their was no point. As i walked, i saw others walking too, but they didn't hassle me for an autograph, or for a picture, hell, they didn't even throw insults my way, they just walked past, as if i didn't exist. That finally made me realise that, without a championship, i am seen as nothing"
The cameraman nods and has a sad look on his face, as if Darnez story had touced his heart in such a way. However, Darnez had tightened his fists so that they were paler than the moon. He brought them down onto the table with a hard "THUMP!" Sound. He then brought his left arm across the table and knocked off all the condiments, the glasses, and his food, right onto the floor. The glass and the bowl of food shattered, the condiments just hit the floor. The Waitress quickly ran over to the mess with a dustpan and began to sweep up the broken glass. The cameraman recoiled in fear from this. Darnez stood up, and began to yell into the camera.
Darnez FC:
"MORZAN! This feeling of emptiness i have is all your fault! You have caused this! You have caused it all! You have taken my status symbol! You have taken my championship! And, if i hadn't made this realisation, i'd swear you took out my soul! You will not know the meaning of peace! You have caused my life to become almost unliveable! You will pay for these things! I swear, until i regain my rightful championship, and my rightful place as the top superstar in ICW, your life will never be the same again!"
Darnez appears to walk off after this, however, he comes back to the cameraman to issue one last set of statements.
Darnez FC:
"You have now sent your future into a direction in which you'll regret it for the rest of your life! Because, this week, when Tayler and I destroy you and your mystery partner, you will learn that the fate of anyone that crosses Darnez, or STD..."
Darnez lets his voice trail off before mentioning...
Darnez FC:
"...Your future in ICW, will come to an abrupt end!"
Darnez begins to breathe heavily into the camera, the cameraman, by his expression, has just managed to not shit his pants. Darnez points at the cameraman before telling him on last thing.
Darnez FC:
"You! Get out of my sight immediately!"
The cameraman quickly gets up and runs out of the resturant before Darnez does anything else more drastic. The cameraman exits the eatery and turns his camera off, ending the recording in the process.
EoT
