Lollipops
Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2015 9:06 pm
OOC: Good luck Jack!
The weather forecast was more than accurate when they announced showers, never they forecast the Lightning that struck from above, briefly trying to contrast with the infinite darkness of the night that fell upon Saint Louis, Missouri. Business. Business was what was going down that weekend in St. Louis. Not only inside the ring, but outside as well. The EBWF flag attop EBWF HQ had a hard time waving amongst that heavy rain. Yes, downtown St. Louis The camera slowly panned from above to focus on a long alleyway. A familiar face was leaning against the nearest wall, by the entrance to the alleyway. Clad in a Ramoned hoodie and jeans, casual black chuck taylors.
CM Punk: You’re late.
Before the cameraman could reply, Punk paced towards the alleyway... Dwelling into the darkness contained by the walls.
CM Punk: You might be wondering how my business meeting went. Well, I guess it all went south when I chose not to wear a suit? I mean, why should I wear a suit, what am I, Chris Jericho? Anyway, there’d be a time and a place for this bone I’ve got to pick with EBWF...
Night vision had to be turned on to follow the movements of the Second City Saint. Cameramen in EBWF often had it roughest, having to deal with the likes of Lance Storm’s superkicks, Brian Kendrick and AJ Styles’ antics, just to name a few.
CM Punk: I just needed to come here to get my next opponent’s mindset. Yes... A Dumpster. I figure Adam Rose has little to no braincells left when his diet consists on lollipops and all kinds of substances... Anyway, I figured I might find someone who as Adam Rose, enjoyed the motto “It’s party time, all the time”. Y’know, some hobo, some prostitute, some low life person whose dependance on psychotropic substances is as deeply ingrained in their brain as breathing. Then I thought I had already done that... Several times!
Punk leaned against the wall. Heavy chunks of rain fell across his nose, the most prominent part of his face under the hoodie.
CM Punk: And you don’t need to wander at night time in a dark alleyway to find someone with no grip, no control whatsoever over their life. For years and years I have been on an endless crusade in favor of cleanness of mind, spirit and soul. You could say I have won some battles and I lost some... But something that this path has taught me is...
Punk stared into the camera, his dark brown eyes gleamed under the night vision from the camera.
CM Punk: Not everyone wants to be saved. Some people actually enjoy chaos, they feel less pressure pinning the responsibility for their miserable, worthles lifes on booze and drugs... Allow me to develop. The fact they don’t want to be saved, doesn’t mean they can’t be helped... And by helped I mean being put ouf of their misery.
Punk’s tattoed fingers dragged the hood of his ramones hoodie back, his scrawny brown hair soon getting soaked by the water.
CM Punk: I guess now is the moment I begin enunciating the reasons I am superior to Adam Rose, but that would be pointing to the elephant in the room, wouldn’t it? It is play obvious that a guy like Adam Rose lacks purpose, discipline, commitment, to activities different than partying, drinking and casual, meaningless sexual encounters. That's the mask Adam Rose chose to wear to hide that misery which drowns and suffocates whatever is left of his soul. Because no matter how jolly, how happy, how successful you are... Sorrow can only be hidden for so long.
A drip of water slid down Punk's nose, his eyes never losing focus on the camera.
CM Punk: You are weak Adam Rose. You are so weak you have to numb your senses and cloud your view with vain, insignificant desires. But not everything is bad for you, Adam. Rumor has it one can be pretty successful while being a Junkie... You can be on top of the world and still snort a line or two while you're at it... Now, I am no doctor But believe me, eventually... All that substance abuse catches up to you... Making that misery you feel not only mental, psychological but physical as well.
Punk seemed to barely blink as he went on with his point.
CM Punk: Try remembering that when they are chopping off one of your feet due to diabetes or something. Now, people with white mustaches and more snow inches than florida in their pockets might be calling the shots, running the show and running the world... But the moment that bell rings tonight... It will be two guys beating each other up, and without a shadow of a doubt I can guarantee that the winner will be the stronger, faster, most disciplined athlete in this stinking place, THE. BEST. IN. THE WORLD. Adam, please enjoy as much lollipops while you can, you're going to have a hard time crunching lollipops without teeth.
Punk three the X symbol over his torso, covering the RAMONES logo on his hoodie as the scene faded to black.
The weather forecast was more than accurate when they announced showers, never they forecast the Lightning that struck from above, briefly trying to contrast with the infinite darkness of the night that fell upon Saint Louis, Missouri. Business. Business was what was going down that weekend in St. Louis. Not only inside the ring, but outside as well. The EBWF flag attop EBWF HQ had a hard time waving amongst that heavy rain. Yes, downtown St. Louis The camera slowly panned from above to focus on a long alleyway. A familiar face was leaning against the nearest wall, by the entrance to the alleyway. Clad in a Ramoned hoodie and jeans, casual black chuck taylors.
CM Punk: You’re late.
Before the cameraman could reply, Punk paced towards the alleyway... Dwelling into the darkness contained by the walls.
CM Punk: You might be wondering how my business meeting went. Well, I guess it all went south when I chose not to wear a suit? I mean, why should I wear a suit, what am I, Chris Jericho? Anyway, there’d be a time and a place for this bone I’ve got to pick with EBWF...
Night vision had to be turned on to follow the movements of the Second City Saint. Cameramen in EBWF often had it roughest, having to deal with the likes of Lance Storm’s superkicks, Brian Kendrick and AJ Styles’ antics, just to name a few.
CM Punk: I just needed to come here to get my next opponent’s mindset. Yes... A Dumpster. I figure Adam Rose has little to no braincells left when his diet consists on lollipops and all kinds of substances... Anyway, I figured I might find someone who as Adam Rose, enjoyed the motto “It’s party time, all the time”. Y’know, some hobo, some prostitute, some low life person whose dependance on psychotropic substances is as deeply ingrained in their brain as breathing. Then I thought I had already done that... Several times!
Punk leaned against the wall. Heavy chunks of rain fell across his nose, the most prominent part of his face under the hoodie.
CM Punk: And you don’t need to wander at night time in a dark alleyway to find someone with no grip, no control whatsoever over their life. For years and years I have been on an endless crusade in favor of cleanness of mind, spirit and soul. You could say I have won some battles and I lost some... But something that this path has taught me is...
Punk stared into the camera, his dark brown eyes gleamed under the night vision from the camera.
CM Punk: Not everyone wants to be saved. Some people actually enjoy chaos, they feel less pressure pinning the responsibility for their miserable, worthles lifes on booze and drugs... Allow me to develop. The fact they don’t want to be saved, doesn’t mean they can’t be helped... And by helped I mean being put ouf of their misery.
Punk’s tattoed fingers dragged the hood of his ramones hoodie back, his scrawny brown hair soon getting soaked by the water.
CM Punk: I guess now is the moment I begin enunciating the reasons I am superior to Adam Rose, but that would be pointing to the elephant in the room, wouldn’t it? It is play obvious that a guy like Adam Rose lacks purpose, discipline, commitment, to activities different than partying, drinking and casual, meaningless sexual encounters. That's the mask Adam Rose chose to wear to hide that misery which drowns and suffocates whatever is left of his soul. Because no matter how jolly, how happy, how successful you are... Sorrow can only be hidden for so long.
A drip of water slid down Punk's nose, his eyes never losing focus on the camera.
CM Punk: You are weak Adam Rose. You are so weak you have to numb your senses and cloud your view with vain, insignificant desires. But not everything is bad for you, Adam. Rumor has it one can be pretty successful while being a Junkie... You can be on top of the world and still snort a line or two while you're at it... Now, I am no doctor But believe me, eventually... All that substance abuse catches up to you... Making that misery you feel not only mental, psychological but physical as well.
Punk seemed to barely blink as he went on with his point.
CM Punk: Try remembering that when they are chopping off one of your feet due to diabetes or something. Now, people with white mustaches and more snow inches than florida in their pockets might be calling the shots, running the show and running the world... But the moment that bell rings tonight... It will be two guys beating each other up, and without a shadow of a doubt I can guarantee that the winner will be the stronger, faster, most disciplined athlete in this stinking place, THE. BEST. IN. THE WORLD. Adam, please enjoy as much lollipops while you can, you're going to have a hard time crunching lollipops without teeth.
Punk three the X symbol over his torso, covering the RAMONES logo on his hoodie as the scene faded to black.
