Post by Deamon Cohln on Aug 16, 2006 18:45:08 GMT -5
*Deamon stands looking into the window of the flaming room. The flames die down and the embers dance a dance of light. He looks on as he lifts the katana to the door and taps three times. His hair has fallen over his eyes as he laughs a maniacal laugh that can actually be heard by the women in the other room. She peeks into the room and sees Deamon holding the katana to the side but still pointing to the ground. She slowly makes her way toward him, but in a cautious way. A sly smile goes over Deamon’s face as she takes another step.*
Deamon: Honey. I’m glad you could come.
Women: Deamon…what are you doing.
Deamon: Letting loose what has meant to be let loose.
Women: I see. Why are you talking like that?
Deamon: Talking like what, angel?
Women: Like some sort of priest or something.
Deamon: I do not know…
Women: Well, put out that fire and come on, dinner’s ready.
*Deamon’s eyes light up and he drops his katana. He turns around and his face returns to normal as he walks down the hallway.*
Deamon: Food, goody.
*Deamon walks into the kitchen and sees the Women hard at work. He walks to the table and sits down grabbing the back of his head. The woman grabs a plate and sets it in front of him. It’s just some chicken, peas and mashed potatoes. He takes the piece of chicken and tears a piece of it and eats it. The women look back at him.*
Women: Something wrong baby?
Deamon: It’s just, I’ve been sick for a couple days hon. I’ve had to fight in two federations which can never be in the same place at the same time, so I have to fly back and forth around the country to go from one screw job to another. HWA won’t let me go past the mid-card; HWF has 5 guys who control all of our fates. It’s sickening sometimes. I just want to go to the event and wrestle and actually get something done, accomplish something, not just be known as “The best never to win the world title.” It hurts Lauren. It just hurts me, and I can’t show that or risk being attacked verbally by some guy who doesn’t even listen to me.
Lauren: That Alex Martinez guy right?
*Deamon mixes the mashed potatoes and his peas together with the gravy. He takes his spoon and continues to twirl them together giving the vibe that something is on his mind.*
Deamon: Yeah, the guy suddenly thinks that I’m a monster. What a complete idiot. I never said I was a monster. I just said I’m gonna let my rage out. It’s not hard. If he wants monsters he can go down to Kaiju Big Battel and be forgotten again. He can talk about his titles all he wants down there and actually have an audience. Here, he’s just gonna be told to shove it by me cause the past doesn’t matter. It’s all about the present with me. And the current present is full of bullshit and conspiracy.
Lauren: Conspiracy?
Deamon: I really can’t talk about it cause they are actually listening to me right now. They listened to me during my trip to Detroit and back home. They listened to me go to the bar. They listen to me all the time. The five men, they watch and listen. They decided what goes on here. It’s not our decision sometimes I swear.
Lauren: You’re too paranoid Deamon.
*She kisses him on the cheek and sits down and eats too. Deamon just stares at his plate. His hair hanging off of his forehead and almost into his food. He stood up and left the room again. Lauren stopped eating and followed him out of the room. Deamon walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed. Lauren sat next to him.*
Lauren: You look like you’ve been hit by a bus Deamon.
*She maneuvers around and starts rubbing his back. Deamon sits quietly, not responding much.*
Deamon: It’s just… I’ve been in this business awhile honey. I’ve delt with horrible owners and presidents and stuff, but I got by them. They were one guy. They were easy to overcome. This is a committee though angel. This is just too much for me I mean, they want me dead it seems. They seem to give a choice. Leave and let Flame move up, or we make you die. I’m sick of it.
*She kisses his neck lovingly, but Deamon doesn’t respond. Lauren backs off a little, she is worried about him. She lays down in the bed as Deamon just stares at the old EWWF Title hanging on the wall. His hand all of a sudden clenches into a fist.*
Deamon: Martinez wants me to be a monster. I will never be a monster. I control my insanity. I control all that I do. That is, until I step in the ring, then all inhibitions are lost. I will do anything to win. Most people can’t handle that intensity, but one guy, and this is the only guy I actually respect, could.
Lauren: Who?
Deamon: BomberJake.
Lauren: But he beat you shouldn’t you be angry at him?
Deamon: I should…but he brought something to the table that I found honorable. He can take himself and make him seem harmless, but then he snaps in the ring and does stuff that amazes even me. Bard tries to it, but only makes himself even more stupider and more clumsy. Alex is just plain cliché. That’s the problem, he’s just like everyone else. Me and Jake though. We’re unique. We’re the new face of wrestling. And unlike that Flame, that face is not painted with make-up and sucking the bosses cock.
Lauren: Honey, you’re getting to riled up. Get some sleep.
Deamon: Sleep is for the weak.
Lauren: Then just lie here so I can be with you…please?
Deamon: You think too much of me.
Lauren: You’re the best in my eyes hon. Even if you lose.
Deamon: You’re the only one to calm my rage.
Lauren: I love you.
Deamon: I love you too.
*He kisses her forehead and lies next to her. She rolls over and puts her arm around him. Deamon looks at her as her eyes close to go to sleep. Deamon looks at the ceiling and the world just seems to slow down. His eyes flutter. The world turns black as he fades to sleep.*
Deamon: Honey. I’m glad you could come.
Women: Deamon…what are you doing.
Deamon: Letting loose what has meant to be let loose.
Women: I see. Why are you talking like that?
Deamon: Talking like what, angel?
Women: Like some sort of priest or something.
Deamon: I do not know…
Women: Well, put out that fire and come on, dinner’s ready.
*Deamon’s eyes light up and he drops his katana. He turns around and his face returns to normal as he walks down the hallway.*
Deamon: Food, goody.
*Deamon walks into the kitchen and sees the Women hard at work. He walks to the table and sits down grabbing the back of his head. The woman grabs a plate and sets it in front of him. It’s just some chicken, peas and mashed potatoes. He takes the piece of chicken and tears a piece of it and eats it. The women look back at him.*
Women: Something wrong baby?
Deamon: It’s just, I’ve been sick for a couple days hon. I’ve had to fight in two federations which can never be in the same place at the same time, so I have to fly back and forth around the country to go from one screw job to another. HWA won’t let me go past the mid-card; HWF has 5 guys who control all of our fates. It’s sickening sometimes. I just want to go to the event and wrestle and actually get something done, accomplish something, not just be known as “The best never to win the world title.” It hurts Lauren. It just hurts me, and I can’t show that or risk being attacked verbally by some guy who doesn’t even listen to me.
Lauren: That Alex Martinez guy right?
*Deamon mixes the mashed potatoes and his peas together with the gravy. He takes his spoon and continues to twirl them together giving the vibe that something is on his mind.*
Deamon: Yeah, the guy suddenly thinks that I’m a monster. What a complete idiot. I never said I was a monster. I just said I’m gonna let my rage out. It’s not hard. If he wants monsters he can go down to Kaiju Big Battel and be forgotten again. He can talk about his titles all he wants down there and actually have an audience. Here, he’s just gonna be told to shove it by me cause the past doesn’t matter. It’s all about the present with me. And the current present is full of bullshit and conspiracy.
Lauren: Conspiracy?
Deamon: I really can’t talk about it cause they are actually listening to me right now. They listened to me during my trip to Detroit and back home. They listened to me go to the bar. They listen to me all the time. The five men, they watch and listen. They decided what goes on here. It’s not our decision sometimes I swear.
Lauren: You’re too paranoid Deamon.
*She kisses him on the cheek and sits down and eats too. Deamon just stares at his plate. His hair hanging off of his forehead and almost into his food. He stood up and left the room again. Lauren stopped eating and followed him out of the room. Deamon walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed. Lauren sat next to him.*
Lauren: You look like you’ve been hit by a bus Deamon.
*She maneuvers around and starts rubbing his back. Deamon sits quietly, not responding much.*
Deamon: It’s just… I’ve been in this business awhile honey. I’ve delt with horrible owners and presidents and stuff, but I got by them. They were one guy. They were easy to overcome. This is a committee though angel. This is just too much for me I mean, they want me dead it seems. They seem to give a choice. Leave and let Flame move up, or we make you die. I’m sick of it.
*She kisses his neck lovingly, but Deamon doesn’t respond. Lauren backs off a little, she is worried about him. She lays down in the bed as Deamon just stares at the old EWWF Title hanging on the wall. His hand all of a sudden clenches into a fist.*
Deamon: Martinez wants me to be a monster. I will never be a monster. I control my insanity. I control all that I do. That is, until I step in the ring, then all inhibitions are lost. I will do anything to win. Most people can’t handle that intensity, but one guy, and this is the only guy I actually respect, could.
Lauren: Who?
Deamon: BomberJake.
Lauren: But he beat you shouldn’t you be angry at him?
Deamon: I should…but he brought something to the table that I found honorable. He can take himself and make him seem harmless, but then he snaps in the ring and does stuff that amazes even me. Bard tries to it, but only makes himself even more stupider and more clumsy. Alex is just plain cliché. That’s the problem, he’s just like everyone else. Me and Jake though. We’re unique. We’re the new face of wrestling. And unlike that Flame, that face is not painted with make-up and sucking the bosses cock.
Lauren: Honey, you’re getting to riled up. Get some sleep.
Deamon: Sleep is for the weak.
Lauren: Then just lie here so I can be with you…please?
Deamon: You think too much of me.
Lauren: You’re the best in my eyes hon. Even if you lose.
Deamon: You’re the only one to calm my rage.
Lauren: I love you.
Deamon: I love you too.
*He kisses her forehead and lies next to her. She rolls over and puts her arm around him. Deamon looks at her as her eyes close to go to sleep. Deamon looks at the ceiling and the world just seems to slow down. His eyes flutter. The world turns black as he fades to sleep.*