Post by Jimmy Gimmick on Aug 30, 2009 0:35:27 GMT -5
*The camera opens to a setting unfamiliar to the FCW audience, at first glance the visual appears to be a field, upon closer observation the series of headstones populating the yellowing grass become evident. The cemetery is empty save for one lonely individual standing amongst the corpses. Jimmy Gimmick’s figure is covered with shadows cast courtesy of the dimming evening sky, Gimmick stares blankly off into the distance seemingly ignorant to the camera until his voice proves to the contrary.*
“All around me, all I can see, all I can feel, is pain, agony, despair, sorrow. Such are the emotions aroused when contemplating the end of this journey we’re on. What lies at the long road’s dénouement? Are we to be judged sent to either heaven or hell based on our actions, or will it merely be a quick cut to black? Of course all I can do from here is speculate even as I stand so close to those who know the truth.”
*Gimmick places his hand atop a tombstone the name is faded against the stone, and Gimmick sees no need to look closer, instead he merely uses the tombstone as an arm rest of sorts still looking off to the sky.*
“Ya know it’s not long now, that night sky will be filled with stars, countless lights dancing in the distance, constantly eluding us, just safely out in the distance, isolated, alone.”
*Finally James turns to the camera as he does his twisted expression is partially illuminated, it is so distorted from normal human features that it can be described as nothing if not horrific.*
“Randy Orton, the false prophet lashes out at yours truly again and again, he fails to realize I do only what needs to be done, if I have one fault in my actions it’s that they are done too well. Randy, you comment on the negative perception these people all have of me, that very same one which dear old dad held sacred, what you have done is mislead yourself in thinking that it has a bearing on my actions. Randy your reaction to your father’s ‘accident’ conveys to me that you’ve allowed yourself to become to emotional, and emotion driven actions can only lead to the irrational. An absence of control, misinformed decisions, mistakes.”
*Gimmick removes his hand from the irrelevant grave stone and paces down the row of tombs, looking on with a strange mix of reverence and disgust.*
“Randy you went as far as to speak of murder, of killing, you brought to light this issue of mortality, one I can’t help but hang on to. You expressed your desire to take my life, such an action is so heinous my reaction initially proved to be nothing but stunned silence; I actually was forced to carefully decide on the appropriate rebuttal. Without calculation as you can imagine I could lose my rationality as well, but the situation we have here is far beyond a mere incident of misjudgment…”
*James finds himself kneeling at a tombstone carefully breathing in the cold evening breeze, his dark suit makes him nearly invisible as the light slowly vanishes from the sky, his voice rings in a tone colder than the air itself.*
“The act of wrapping one’s hands around another human being’s throat and squeezing the life out of them is an inconceivably despicable action worthy of Lucifer himself, although even the devil would take a more subtle approach.”
*There is a overbearing sense of irony in the words of Gimmick as he looks ahead to a beucoup of flowers resting against the tombstone in front of him.*
“My fath… Voglur, I care not if he had love for me, longing for affection serves only as a sign of weakness. You flaunt your perfect relationship with your father, well Randy love is for the decrepit, with reliance on others you can only be vulnerable and fragile, I needed to show you what human beings are truly capable of…
When they are abandoned, when they are alone, when they are incapable of love, you can be invincible Randy. I discovered it myself, once you ignore the moral code so elegantly bestowed on you by society, when you abandon the redemption that people want for you, you can reach your full potential. You can escape human restraints, you become something more.
When the people see you Randy, despite your trash talking, and your loathing towards them, your hardened exterior, they see a man capable of turning back, that’s why this Sunday they will cheer you. Because if you can turn around you represent an opportunity for redemption, for everyone, even the vermin in society can become someone. When they see me no longer can they relate, because I have become so much more than them now.”
*Gimmick clutches the flowers in his right hand and looks them over, using his free hand to brush the dirt from his the legs of his dark pants, as he rises to his feet and blows atop the flowers sending a gentle trail of the dirt originally from the foot of the tombstone to the ground once more.*
“Unfortunately, Randy I have given you a chance, a singular opportunity which you have failed to capitalize on, one which you have passed up in favor of blind aggression and hostility. You aim your frustration in the wrong direction; do not look to me as the man who brutalized your father, look at your father as the man who has held you back all these years. Bob hasn’t let you reach your potential, and one has to question why? Is he afraid his son may outshine him, the name Orton may someday only bring to mind you? These are things you would have seen if not ignorant because of these misplaced compassion you hold so dearly.
This is not an industry for the emotional Randy, you separate your life and the wrestling world, that’s the difference between you and me. Until you erase that line you can never fully understand your own capabilities, emotions only remain with the forsaken, abandon your conscience, your twisted logic, now Randy you say you want to kill me… do it.”
*Left hand still free this time Gimmick finds his way to a cigarette from his jacket pocket which he places in between strained lips and lights shortly thereafter.*
“I want to see you become the man your threats convey you as, I want to see the soulless, ruthless, Randy Orton you have falsely promoted for oh so long. I stand amongst these graves six feet above the dead, those whom are either in some place we can only fantasize of, or are nothing. I’ve always wondered what is waiting for me at the other side, and if you’re as focused as your speeches suggest the wait is almost up.
I walk amongst the dead, because of you Randy, your friendly reminder of mortality, and more than that this is where Voglur will be laid to rest, they want me to say a few words… and I figure given your fathers age and current condition it won’t be long till he joins him down there. As for these, I was going to give them to your father,”
*Gimmick drops the flowers to the dirt beneath his feet, removing the cigarette from his mouth and exhaling a large puff of smoke into the now night sky.*
“But I’ve decided just to leave them here, he’ll get ‘em soon enough.”
*With those final words escaping his mouth Gimmick turns from the tombstone and begins to fade into the shadows as the camera abruptly cuts to black.*
(End of Part VIII)
