Post by pariah on Sept 1, 2006 0:09:59 GMT -5
Scene One :: Crawl Away (Suffer)
look away...
dont talk to me..like you know me.
stay away - dont look back
because you've done this once again!
bury me - face first in your heart
bury me - i dont need your anymore
bury me - i've had enough
bury me - but bury me alone
this whole thing has taken a - turn for the worst
keep it down - dont touch me
cuz i can smell where you were last night
bury me - face first in your heart
bury me - i dont need your anymore
bury me - i've had enough
bury me - but bury me alone
don't hold onto me - let me go into the dirt
don't hold onto me - this is what it to hurt
please hold onto me - i dont want to be alone
just hold onto me!
bury me - face first in your heart
bury me - i dont need your anymore
bury me - i've had enough
bury me - but bury me alone
~Shenoah - "Bury Me" - <u Version 0.5</u ~
Location:
St. Anthonys Medical Center
Crown Point, IN
Time: 3:34 PM
[White florescent lights. White walls. White tile beneath our feet.
These are our surroundings. Across the hall-the same. Nothing
different, just mundane, boring, cliche surroundings. Moving our eyes
from the floor we see Lillith lying on a bed, next to a small black and
white monitor. Her shirt is slighly lifted revealing her stomach. A
doctor is sitting next to her, moving an object enclosed in his hand
around her stomach-causing the image to slightly transpose on the
screen.]
"How do they look Doc?" Pariah asks as the camera pans around and see's him sitting on the other side of the room-drinking a bottle of Orange Faygo.
"The children look great John." The doctor replies. "One healthy boy, and one healthy girl." He adds. "Tell me, have you two thought of the names yet?" He askes finally.
"Well..." Lillith begins as she looks over at John-who is getting up and making his way to her.
"Adam and Eve." Pariah interjects as he picks up her hand into his. "They're our first two...so why not?" He adds.
"Hmm, rather cryptic..but I like cryptic!" The doctor replies enthusiastically.
[Lillith and John smile at each other. They kiss, and he lays his hand on her stomach]
Flashback.
.......
Static. Black and White.
[A woman is in a room as the door in kicked in. The woman is Lillith.
Without warning a larger built man walks into the room and grabs her.
She screams, only to be thrown on the bed and violently raped.]
.......
Static.Return.
"John?" a slightly baffled Lilltih asks. "John?!" she says again-lightly tapping him on the cheek.
"Huh? Wha?" Pariah says-seemingly coming free of a trance.
"What's wrong baby?" Lillith inquires with a puzzled look on her face.
"Nothing...nothing..i just..zoned out." A shaken Pariah says, throwing a smile her way to mask his concern. "It's alright..I just need to go clear my head." He adds. "I'm going to go outside and have a cigarette. I'll be back in a few minute." He says, kissing Lillith on the cheek and heading out the door.
[He walks down the hall and passes a familar hospital room. The scene cuts to static and yet another flashback ensues.]
Static.Black and White
[Jon awakes from his sleep yet again-this time however-the ringing of his telephone was the culprit.
"Hello?" He said wearially
"Hi, is this Jonathan Olesen?" The voice on the other end asked.
"Yeah, it is." I said-a tad annoyed as I looked at the clock, which read almost Midnight. "Who may I ask is calling?"
"This is St. Anthony's Hospital. Is your father one Herbert M. Olesen?" The voice asked solomnly. My pulse began to race.
"Yes, why? What happened?" I exclaimed quickly.
"Well....I think you should come down here. He was involved in a car accident and is in very critical condition." The voice said softly
Static.
"Now Jon, you know we don't have alot of money anymore. If anything
happens to me, and they put me on Life Support. I want you to pull the
plug, because I know the insurance won't cover it, and I know we won't
be able to afford it." My father told me as a child, before affixing his name to a piece of paper. "Will you promise me you'll do this son?" He added. "By signing your name?"
I did. I signed my name to the paper. I thought it would never happen.
I thought my father was immortal. Nothing would happen to him!
I was wrong.
Static.
"Pull the plug" He says-now in the hallway to a hospital. His eyes swell up with tears. He turns to face the room one last time. "Good-Bye Dad....."
Static.Return.
[A cold consumes him. He shivers, trying to keep his
composure as he heads out the front door to the hospital. He crosses
the small parkway to his 2006 Black Pontiac G6 and gets in-turning the
car stereo on. Out comes the music of Shenoah's latest offering:
"Bleeding In The Red" can be heard playing. He rolls down the window,
lights up a cigarette, and begins to think.]
(((Honestly, what the fuck was that. Why am I seeing all these
images. What the hell is wrong with me! I...no, nothings wrong. Is it?
It's just my imagination. Yeah. I got to get my head straight. I let my
emotions get the best of me a few weeks back-and ended up in a fucking
coma. I gotta get my shit together.)))
[He turns around and looks at the X Factor Tournament Title sitting
on his backseat-atop his bags. He sighs and turns the stereo off. He continues driving for a few minutes until he pulls into the driveway of an apartment complex. He opens the door and throws the end of his cigarette down to put it out. He takes one last look at
the belts before closing the door and locking the car. He walks toward
the front door as we fade out.
End Scene One
----
Scene Two: Battle For Bludhaven
"Humans think they've evolved from primitive cave dwelling malcontents. Human thought has evolved-but the beings ourselves are still primal, primitive, apathetic shells of our end potential. Our thought process has evolved beyond our wildest dreams, but language-has stayed the same throughout time and space.
[Darkness takes up the room, a small red light begins to flicker before coming to it's full potential-showing off the tools, trays, bins, and faucets of a medium sized Dark Room. The camera zooms into one of the trays. Inside lies a photograph of a small child. Without much more warning, we hear Pariah in the background.]
"As a young child, our communication is limited to noises and gestures-primitive gestures. At this stage-we haven't evolved past a simple cave-man. Grunts, Groans, Moans, and Cries are our sole form of communication. We try to further annunciate with hand gestures-waving our arms and pointing to what we want. We cry and moan until our caregivers feed us, cloth us, or bathe us."
[Pariah moves the picture out of the liquid and lies it on the counter. He then takes another picture and sets it in the same liquid. The camera holds for a few moments while the photo develops. It shows a young child. Maybe 6 or 7]
"As we grow older-our communication skills grow. Our brains evolve past the primitive primordial groaning. We add nouns, adverbs, and adjectives. We learn to articulate our fears-sorrows-and pain into words. We learn to express ourselves to our fullest extent."
[Pariah removes the picture, and puts in another. This time it's of a pair of eyes.]
"The one form of communication that hasn't evolved. Body Language. The Eyes hold all the secrets the mind refuses to let go. The eyes show pain. Fear. Hatred. Joy. Every emotion the human brain can create can be seen in the eyes. The other day, when I hung James The Bloody Massacre from the cross. When I made him into a martyr for anothers cause. When I used him as a symbol of a false messiah. I looked into his eyes, and saw fear. A fear I've only seen two other times. By Cal Roberts at PWX's "Destiny" Event--when he stepped foot inside the Cage of Death with the King of Wrestling. Then-I saw such fear in the eyes of one Tyler Cross-the moment he saw that he would be facing me in the finals of the Ringmaster Cup Tournament. I know your fears Tyler. I know your pain, your sorrow. Your hopes and your dreams. Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder and. Our dreams lie within-and the mysteries of the human soul are unlocked. A Pandora's Box of emotion. Of dreams. Of fears. Of sorrow, and of joy. I've seen your fear Tyler. Now Tyler, I see the fear in you. You've unleashed a monster Tyler. You've unleashed something you cannot contain. The very second my familys names came out of your worthless mouth, you started your own..personal..holocaust. Sunday Night will be your waterloo! Sunday Night. Will be your undoing..."
[Pariah pauses to remove the picture from the tub-only to again replace it with another. After a moment of soaking-an image begins to form. It's a shot of James The Bloody Massacre hanging from the cross]
"As some of you may know. A few weeks ago, I returned to my hometown and wrestling for a reunion show for XCIW. That night was meant to be my Homecoming. I got my wrestling start in XCIW years ago. They trained me-and on my debut match I defeated this very man for the XCIW Internet Championship! I held that title for a year. I held that belt for 12 full months-only to lose it back to him on the final XCIW event! The other night was to be my homecoming. I regained what was mine-but Tyler put a damper on my night. James The Bloody Massacre was a symbol. A Symbol of a fate to come! Three things tie this existence together. Fate. Destiny. Pain."
[Pariah pauses, and looks at the picture for a moment before continueing]
"Fate. Tyler. Your fate is sealed for Sunday Night. You think you're walking out of the tournament with your arms raised in victory? OVER MY DEAD BODY! You see Tyler-you can't escape fate. It binds you. It's a new age gravity. Fate keeps you grounded in reality-because one way or another-your ego will be knocked back down to Earth."
[He pauses-and smiles]
"Tyler. I've been to the top time and time again. I've wrestled infront of 100,000 people in Madison Square Garden, and I've wrestled infront of a few dozen in Bumfuck, Montana. Being on top is no stranger to me. It's my home. I don't plan on letting my hard work and detirmination be for nought. I will not let this crown slip from my fingers so quickly! I proved to the world that I am the best wrestler in PWX. The best wrestler in DSPW..I beat the Best of the Best in the X Factor Cup-and come Sunday Night-I will prove it once again!"
[Pariah pauses and puts one last photo in the tub. After a few moments-an image of Tyler appears on the paper. He pulls it out and holds it up to the camera]
"Pain. Pain is the binding force Tyler. It's the one thing that makes us remember we're still alive! Pain will be the only salvation you have on Sunday Night. You're scared Tyler-I can tell in your eyes. Yo fear the reaper-when all you have to fear I the outcast. The man your kind would never accept! All you have to fear-is fear itsself. Look at the eyes of beholder. Look at the eyes of the Violent Messiah. Megadeth made the claim once, that the 'world needs a hero'. The world doesn't need a hero, it needs a Messiah. I am that Messiah. I am your fear, the very thing your soul fears. I am salvation, I am reverance. I am your saviour Tyler. The days of a fraudulant messiah are over! Not The Icon. Not Jeff X. Not James Maclin. No one. I am the one-true Messiah. The fear in your heart is the weakness. Fear brings Mistakes. Mistakes bring about pain. Pain is weakness. Weakness reaps defeat-and brings sufferance. With sufferance is realization. Realization is Freedom."
[Pariah pulls a zippo out of his pocket and lights the picture of Tyler on fire.]
"Tyler. I will alleviate your mortal mind, as the satyr comes to spawn life - anew. I will drag you down to the wretched depths of debauchery. And watch as you crawl in search of a figure. In search of a Deacon of Faith who hears your cries, yet does nothing to hide in our permiscous nature of alleviation. Freedom is man’s ultimate passion but is often shot for the pleasures of human sin.For the reasonings of faith demolished through a hate we all have had. I bring you a perfect faith. A Hallowmas of the factioning of all faith. Watch as I take you along to see through a blackened, misanthropic,inane, euphoria. Come. What. May"
[Pariah sets the burning photograph atop the others. He grins as the fire spreads to the other pictures. He watches as more of the Dark Room catches ablaze. He turns to the camera and poses in a crucifix as the screen fades to black]
look away...
dont talk to me..like you know me.
stay away - dont look back
because you've done this once again!
bury me - face first in your heart
bury me - i dont need your anymore
bury me - i've had enough
bury me - but bury me alone
this whole thing has taken a - turn for the worst
keep it down - dont touch me
cuz i can smell where you were last night
bury me - face first in your heart
bury me - i dont need your anymore
bury me - i've had enough
bury me - but bury me alone
don't hold onto me - let me go into the dirt
don't hold onto me - this is what it to hurt
please hold onto me - i dont want to be alone
just hold onto me!
bury me - face first in your heart
bury me - i dont need your anymore
bury me - i've had enough
bury me - but bury me alone
~Shenoah - "Bury Me" - <u Version 0.5</u ~
Location:
St. Anthonys Medical Center
Crown Point, IN
Time: 3:34 PM
[White florescent lights. White walls. White tile beneath our feet.
These are our surroundings. Across the hall-the same. Nothing
different, just mundane, boring, cliche surroundings. Moving our eyes
from the floor we see Lillith lying on a bed, next to a small black and
white monitor. Her shirt is slighly lifted revealing her stomach. A
doctor is sitting next to her, moving an object enclosed in his hand
around her stomach-causing the image to slightly transpose on the
screen.]
"How do they look Doc?" Pariah asks as the camera pans around and see's him sitting on the other side of the room-drinking a bottle of Orange Faygo.
"The children look great John." The doctor replies. "One healthy boy, and one healthy girl." He adds. "Tell me, have you two thought of the names yet?" He askes finally.
"Well..." Lillith begins as she looks over at John-who is getting up and making his way to her.
"Adam and Eve." Pariah interjects as he picks up her hand into his. "They're our first two...so why not?" He adds.
"Hmm, rather cryptic..but I like cryptic!" The doctor replies enthusiastically.
[Lillith and John smile at each other. They kiss, and he lays his hand on her stomach]
Flashback.
.......
Static. Black and White.
[A woman is in a room as the door in kicked in. The woman is Lillith.
Without warning a larger built man walks into the room and grabs her.
She screams, only to be thrown on the bed and violently raped.]
.......
Static.Return.
"John?" a slightly baffled Lilltih asks. "John?!" she says again-lightly tapping him on the cheek.
"Huh? Wha?" Pariah says-seemingly coming free of a trance.
"What's wrong baby?" Lillith inquires with a puzzled look on her face.
"Nothing...nothing..i just..zoned out." A shaken Pariah says, throwing a smile her way to mask his concern. "It's alright..I just need to go clear my head." He adds. "I'm going to go outside and have a cigarette. I'll be back in a few minute." He says, kissing Lillith on the cheek and heading out the door.
[He walks down the hall and passes a familar hospital room. The scene cuts to static and yet another flashback ensues.]
Static.Black and White
[Jon awakes from his sleep yet again-this time however-the ringing of his telephone was the culprit.
"Hello?" He said wearially
"Hi, is this Jonathan Olesen?" The voice on the other end asked.
"Yeah, it is." I said-a tad annoyed as I looked at the clock, which read almost Midnight. "Who may I ask is calling?"
"This is St. Anthony's Hospital. Is your father one Herbert M. Olesen?" The voice asked solomnly. My pulse began to race.
"Yes, why? What happened?" I exclaimed quickly.
"Well....I think you should come down here. He was involved in a car accident and is in very critical condition." The voice said softly
Static.
"Now Jon, you know we don't have alot of money anymore. If anything
happens to me, and they put me on Life Support. I want you to pull the
plug, because I know the insurance won't cover it, and I know we won't
be able to afford it." My father told me as a child, before affixing his name to a piece of paper. "Will you promise me you'll do this son?" He added. "By signing your name?"
I did. I signed my name to the paper. I thought it would never happen.
I thought my father was immortal. Nothing would happen to him!
I was wrong.
Static.
"Pull the plug" He says-now in the hallway to a hospital. His eyes swell up with tears. He turns to face the room one last time. "Good-Bye Dad....."
Static.Return.
[A cold consumes him. He shivers, trying to keep his
composure as he heads out the front door to the hospital. He crosses
the small parkway to his 2006 Black Pontiac G6 and gets in-turning the
car stereo on. Out comes the music of Shenoah's latest offering:
"Bleeding In The Red" can be heard playing. He rolls down the window,
lights up a cigarette, and begins to think.]
(((Honestly, what the fuck was that. Why am I seeing all these
images. What the hell is wrong with me! I...no, nothings wrong. Is it?
It's just my imagination. Yeah. I got to get my head straight. I let my
emotions get the best of me a few weeks back-and ended up in a fucking
coma. I gotta get my shit together.)))
[He turns around and looks at the X Factor Tournament Title sitting
on his backseat-atop his bags. He sighs and turns the stereo off. He continues driving for a few minutes until he pulls into the driveway of an apartment complex. He opens the door and throws the end of his cigarette down to put it out. He takes one last look at
the belts before closing the door and locking the car. He walks toward
the front door as we fade out.
End Scene One
----
Scene Two: Battle For Bludhaven
"Humans think they've evolved from primitive cave dwelling malcontents. Human thought has evolved-but the beings ourselves are still primal, primitive, apathetic shells of our end potential. Our thought process has evolved beyond our wildest dreams, but language-has stayed the same throughout time and space.
[Darkness takes up the room, a small red light begins to flicker before coming to it's full potential-showing off the tools, trays, bins, and faucets of a medium sized Dark Room. The camera zooms into one of the trays. Inside lies a photograph of a small child. Without much more warning, we hear Pariah in the background.]
"As a young child, our communication is limited to noises and gestures-primitive gestures. At this stage-we haven't evolved past a simple cave-man. Grunts, Groans, Moans, and Cries are our sole form of communication. We try to further annunciate with hand gestures-waving our arms and pointing to what we want. We cry and moan until our caregivers feed us, cloth us, or bathe us."
[Pariah moves the picture out of the liquid and lies it on the counter. He then takes another picture and sets it in the same liquid. The camera holds for a few moments while the photo develops. It shows a young child. Maybe 6 or 7]
"As we grow older-our communication skills grow. Our brains evolve past the primitive primordial groaning. We add nouns, adverbs, and adjectives. We learn to articulate our fears-sorrows-and pain into words. We learn to express ourselves to our fullest extent."
[Pariah removes the picture, and puts in another. This time it's of a pair of eyes.]
"The one form of communication that hasn't evolved. Body Language. The Eyes hold all the secrets the mind refuses to let go. The eyes show pain. Fear. Hatred. Joy. Every emotion the human brain can create can be seen in the eyes. The other day, when I hung James The Bloody Massacre from the cross. When I made him into a martyr for anothers cause. When I used him as a symbol of a false messiah. I looked into his eyes, and saw fear. A fear I've only seen two other times. By Cal Roberts at PWX's "Destiny" Event--when he stepped foot inside the Cage of Death with the King of Wrestling. Then-I saw such fear in the eyes of one Tyler Cross-the moment he saw that he would be facing me in the finals of the Ringmaster Cup Tournament. I know your fears Tyler. I know your pain, your sorrow. Your hopes and your dreams. Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder and. Our dreams lie within-and the mysteries of the human soul are unlocked. A Pandora's Box of emotion. Of dreams. Of fears. Of sorrow, and of joy. I've seen your fear Tyler. Now Tyler, I see the fear in you. You've unleashed a monster Tyler. You've unleashed something you cannot contain. The very second my familys names came out of your worthless mouth, you started your own..personal..holocaust. Sunday Night will be your waterloo! Sunday Night. Will be your undoing..."
[Pariah pauses to remove the picture from the tub-only to again replace it with another. After a moment of soaking-an image begins to form. It's a shot of James The Bloody Massacre hanging from the cross]
"As some of you may know. A few weeks ago, I returned to my hometown and wrestling for a reunion show for XCIW. That night was meant to be my Homecoming. I got my wrestling start in XCIW years ago. They trained me-and on my debut match I defeated this very man for the XCIW Internet Championship! I held that title for a year. I held that belt for 12 full months-only to lose it back to him on the final XCIW event! The other night was to be my homecoming. I regained what was mine-but Tyler put a damper on my night. James The Bloody Massacre was a symbol. A Symbol of a fate to come! Three things tie this existence together. Fate. Destiny. Pain."
[Pariah pauses, and looks at the picture for a moment before continueing]
"Fate. Tyler. Your fate is sealed for Sunday Night. You think you're walking out of the tournament with your arms raised in victory? OVER MY DEAD BODY! You see Tyler-you can't escape fate. It binds you. It's a new age gravity. Fate keeps you grounded in reality-because one way or another-your ego will be knocked back down to Earth."
[He pauses-and smiles]
"Tyler. I've been to the top time and time again. I've wrestled infront of 100,000 people in Madison Square Garden, and I've wrestled infront of a few dozen in Bumfuck, Montana. Being on top is no stranger to me. It's my home. I don't plan on letting my hard work and detirmination be for nought. I will not let this crown slip from my fingers so quickly! I proved to the world that I am the best wrestler in PWX. The best wrestler in DSPW..I beat the Best of the Best in the X Factor Cup-and come Sunday Night-I will prove it once again!"
[Pariah pauses and puts one last photo in the tub. After a few moments-an image of Tyler appears on the paper. He pulls it out and holds it up to the camera]
"Pain. Pain is the binding force Tyler. It's the one thing that makes us remember we're still alive! Pain will be the only salvation you have on Sunday Night. You're scared Tyler-I can tell in your eyes. Yo fear the reaper-when all you have to fear I the outcast. The man your kind would never accept! All you have to fear-is fear itsself. Look at the eyes of beholder. Look at the eyes of the Violent Messiah. Megadeth made the claim once, that the 'world needs a hero'. The world doesn't need a hero, it needs a Messiah. I am that Messiah. I am your fear, the very thing your soul fears. I am salvation, I am reverance. I am your saviour Tyler. The days of a fraudulant messiah are over! Not The Icon. Not Jeff X. Not James Maclin. No one. I am the one-true Messiah. The fear in your heart is the weakness. Fear brings Mistakes. Mistakes bring about pain. Pain is weakness. Weakness reaps defeat-and brings sufferance. With sufferance is realization. Realization is Freedom."
[Pariah pulls a zippo out of his pocket and lights the picture of Tyler on fire.]
"Tyler. I will alleviate your mortal mind, as the satyr comes to spawn life - anew. I will drag you down to the wretched depths of debauchery. And watch as you crawl in search of a figure. In search of a Deacon of Faith who hears your cries, yet does nothing to hide in our permiscous nature of alleviation. Freedom is man’s ultimate passion but is often shot for the pleasures of human sin.For the reasonings of faith demolished through a hate we all have had. I bring you a perfect faith. A Hallowmas of the factioning of all faith. Watch as I take you along to see through a blackened, misanthropic,inane, euphoria. Come. What. May"
[Pariah sets the burning photograph atop the others. He grins as the fire spreads to the other pictures. He watches as more of the Dark Room catches ablaze. He turns to the camera and poses in a crucifix as the screen fades to black]
