Post by grockadoc on Aug 11, 2008 10:41:08 GMT
The scene opens up to a strange place, unknown to the camera. Rain is hammering down hard A man is sitting on the ground, facing away from the camera, unperturbed by the rain. He raises his head towards the skies and grabs his knees, deep in thought. He lets out a sigh and lowers his head. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a photograph, showing him and a man together, arms draped over each other, smiling. He holds it up above his head and rips it in half.
: You were supposed to be a father. You were supposed to appreciate and respect every opinion and choice that i made in my life. Yet, you somehow managed to turn the tables against me and made it all about you. You always managed to be the center of attention. You had to take the spotlight. You had to be the one who everyone paid attention. Well you know what? Im glad you're dead! I feel as if i have shed off the pressure that had surrounded my life. I feel as if..... as if...... i can concentrate on my life. I am glad you are dead because now i get the credit for all of my hard work. NOT YOU!
The man throws the torn up pieces and throws them into the air, watching as the wind catches them and sends them over his head. He turns, watching the pieces float further away. The camera reveals Lachlan smith, whose eyes darken as he notices the camera. He stands there, rain pouring down his face, at the camera, staring. He strides towards it and takes hold of it, before swinging a punch, knocking the camera man out. A loud thud is heard and Lachlan smiles. He walks back to where he was seated earlier and sits again. He places the camera on the ground in front of him and tilts it upwards, so it shows his face only.
Lachlan: Since my last match, i have been asked the same question by the locker room, the public, my family and fans.You all know what that question is right? No? The question is: Am i going to retire?
Lachlan pauses, and scratches his chin. He takes his eyes off the camera and laughs to himself. He places his hands on his head and seems to be amused by the question. He lowers his hands and stares at the camera.
Lachlan: You wanna know? You really want to know? The answer is.................. NO! I am not going to retire. I am sick of people telling me how to run my life. People like my father! People like the superstars backstage. PEOPLE LIKE YOU! I am sick to death of doing all the work, and they get all the rewards. NO FUCKING MORE! Because i am gonna leave a trail of destruction so great they and you will have to give me the credit i deserve.
Lachlan laughs, harder and harder, before picking up the camera and throwing it at a stone. A bang is heard and all vision is lost to a bunch of static. The sound seems fine, as we hear a final statement form Lachlan.
Lachlan: You all remember Nightmare? NIGHTMARE IS NOTHING COMPARED TO THE DESTRUCTION, THE PAIN AND THE SUFFERING ABOUT TO BE THRUST UPON ICW BY ME. THERE WILL BE NO FORGETTING. NO FORGIVING. NO MERCY. NO RELENTING. ANYONE WHO BEGS FOR FORGIVENESS SHALL BE PUNISHED FURTHER. NO EXCEPTIONS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
With that, the sound cuts out completely, leaving everyone in the arena shocked.
: You were supposed to be a father. You were supposed to appreciate and respect every opinion and choice that i made in my life. Yet, you somehow managed to turn the tables against me and made it all about you. You always managed to be the center of attention. You had to take the spotlight. You had to be the one who everyone paid attention. Well you know what? Im glad you're dead! I feel as if i have shed off the pressure that had surrounded my life. I feel as if..... as if...... i can concentrate on my life. I am glad you are dead because now i get the credit for all of my hard work. NOT YOU!
The man throws the torn up pieces and throws them into the air, watching as the wind catches them and sends them over his head. He turns, watching the pieces float further away. The camera reveals Lachlan smith, whose eyes darken as he notices the camera. He stands there, rain pouring down his face, at the camera, staring. He strides towards it and takes hold of it, before swinging a punch, knocking the camera man out. A loud thud is heard and Lachlan smiles. He walks back to where he was seated earlier and sits again. He places the camera on the ground in front of him and tilts it upwards, so it shows his face only.
Lachlan: Since my last match, i have been asked the same question by the locker room, the public, my family and fans.You all know what that question is right? No? The question is: Am i going to retire?
Lachlan pauses, and scratches his chin. He takes his eyes off the camera and laughs to himself. He places his hands on his head and seems to be amused by the question. He lowers his hands and stares at the camera.
Lachlan: You wanna know? You really want to know? The answer is.................. NO! I am not going to retire. I am sick of people telling me how to run my life. People like my father! People like the superstars backstage. PEOPLE LIKE YOU! I am sick to death of doing all the work, and they get all the rewards. NO FUCKING MORE! Because i am gonna leave a trail of destruction so great they and you will have to give me the credit i deserve.
Lachlan laughs, harder and harder, before picking up the camera and throwing it at a stone. A bang is heard and all vision is lost to a bunch of static. The sound seems fine, as we hear a final statement form Lachlan.
Lachlan: You all remember Nightmare? NIGHTMARE IS NOTHING COMPARED TO THE DESTRUCTION, THE PAIN AND THE SUFFERING ABOUT TO BE THRUST UPON ICW BY ME. THERE WILL BE NO FORGETTING. NO FORGIVING. NO MERCY. NO RELENTING. ANYONE WHO BEGS FOR FORGIVENESS SHALL BE PUNISHED FURTHER. NO EXCEPTIONS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
With that, the sound cuts out completely, leaving everyone in the arena shocked.