TBirdSCIL
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Maelstrom vs. Nikolai Ash
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Simply put.....
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-16-02 AT 09:34 PM (EST)](FADE IN..... as the cameras pan slowly in on an obscure street. Where exactly is hard to say, but that thought is quickly forgotten as we begin to hear echoes of footsteps treading somewhere in the distance. As the echoes grow steadily louder, we make out the figure of a large man walking away from us. The camera zooms in closer on the man who is apparently oblivious to our presence..... or so we thought. The camera pulls back slightly, just as the GLCW logo superimposes itself directly above him and it's at that self-same moment that the figure suddenly whirls about and glares stoically into the camera, revealing himself as the man we've come to know simply as ......)
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MAELSTROM: Another arena.... another opponent. Nikolai Ash! Can't say that I know anythin' 'bout ya..... can't say that I much care either way.
(momentarily falls silent)
MAELSTROM: How 'bout ya Nikolai? Do ya care? Does it matter to ya? Or am I merely just another obstacle to ya? A steppin' stone en route to all that glitters for ya?
(grins faintly)
MAELSTROM: Who knows..... maybe yer destined to be THE MAN 'round here. Or maybe the only glitter yer capable of is nothin' more than bein' a flash in the pan. Lots of questions.... but not many answers. It's all good though Nikolai. Ya see, the questions could remain rhetorical.... and the answers, well who's to say whose version is right eh? Ya can make the most eloquent point imaginable an' still give a fool's first impression.
(winks)
MAELSTROM: Not many people 'round this industry have talent vast 'nuff to match their mouths....... an' even less are capable of drivin' home their points with unforgivin' authority.
(pauses)
MAELSTROM: Simply put, that's all there really is to it.... an' all that really matters...... FOR NOW!!
(Without saying another word, Maelstrom turns and continues on his way as we in turn simply..... FADE OUT.....)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-16-02 AT 09:34 PM (EST)](FADE IN..... as the cameras pan slowly in on an obscure street. Where exactly is hard to say, but that thought is quickly forgotten as we begin to hear echoes of footsteps treading somewhere in the distance. As the echoes grow steadily louder, we make out the figure of a large man walking away from us. The camera zooms in closer on the man who is apparently oblivious to our presence..... or so we thought. The camera pulls back slightly, just as the GLCW logo superimposes itself directly above him and it's at that self-same moment that the figure suddenly whirls about and glares stoically into the camera, revealing himself as the man we've come to know simply as ......)
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MAELSTROM: Another arena.... another opponent. Nikolai Ash! Can't say that I know anythin' 'bout ya..... can't say that I much care either way.
(momentarily falls silent)
MAELSTROM: How 'bout ya Nikolai? Do ya care? Does it matter to ya? Or am I merely just another obstacle to ya? A steppin' stone en route to all that glitters for ya?
(grins faintly)
MAELSTROM: Who knows..... maybe yer destined to be THE MAN 'round here. Or maybe the only glitter yer capable of is nothin' more than bein' a flash in the pan. Lots of questions.... but not many answers. It's all good though Nikolai. Ya see, the questions could remain rhetorical.... and the answers, well who's to say whose version is right eh? Ya can make the most eloquent point imaginable an' still give a fool's first impression.
(winks)
MAELSTROM: Not many people 'round this industry have talent vast 'nuff to match their mouths....... an' even less are capable of drivin' home their points with unforgivin' authority.
(pauses)
MAELSTROM: Simply put, that's all there really is to it.... an' all that really matters...... FOR NOW!!
(Without saying another word, Maelstrom turns and continues on his way as we in turn simply..... FADE OUT.....)
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(fade in: Nikolai Ash leaning next to a window pane, he stares out the window at something that seems to catch his eye. He is wearing a button down black shirt, and black corduroy slacks, and brown loafers. He seems as casual as normal, the only difference now is the round-rimmed spectacles he wears on his face, and they give him a fatherly image. After a deep breath and sigh, he turns to the camera to let the world know his plea.)
The monotonous behavior that one witnesses as they stroll down the red, stained carpet on their way to a overly padded four-post ring, to take on the challenge of a hospitable yet redundant and grotesque human. More dull foliage falls to the ground as the fall turns into winter, and snow begins to trample the once beautiful but now tarnished leaves. Hence, the world still turns, it still goes about its tedious circle of life. So inevitably it brings us to another show, another city, another arena, another mid-west showdown between two goliaths. This time, in fact, there is one Goliath in the ring.. his name is Maelstrom, he is the renegade mongoloid of a doctor.. he looks more like the Incredible Hulk than a wrestler, but it appears never the less that he is a formidable opponent for once.. and may put some sort of challenge down upon me. One is uncertain about the future.. but we all know that we are usually doomed to repeat it.. and seeing my past, only shows triumph.. I assume that this time shall be no different. Mr. Strom, you are no obstacle to me.. for this is not a family game show… or a dog training exercise. I do not seek all that “glitters”.. I do not seek anything more than enlightenment, and enjoyment… and to escape the boorish and crude world, and leave it all behind… staring at it’s demise from my rearview mirror.
::Ash coughs and takes a sip of water from a glass on the end table::
..The Man? I am not this “MAN” you claim, maybe I am… a Man… but not the Man. For to be the Man, comes a lot of responsibility.. it is something one must be emotionally stable for.. but maybe I am, who knows? I am one for contradictions from time to time…if this were a black spoliation film.. I suppose due to the pigment of my skin, I would be The Man. On another note.. I agree whole-heartedly with your “Ya can make the most eloquent point imaginable an' still give a fool's first impression.” It is quite possible for one… even me, or even you to come across as an ignorant piece of flesh.. or even as the most eloquent of humans…it may all boil down to a matter of opinion, don’t you think? For.. I believe that as much as I exude a façade of a great human, you and the “fans” may not know my deep secrets.. or maybe it is all part of my ploy? See.. Philosophy and psychology are major parts in this game we call life.. and is no different in the game we play in the ring my friend.. it’s a chess match that never ends.
I’ve never admitted that my talent was better than another’s, I’ve just admitted that it is quite possible that it COULD be… not that it is in fact.. but one shall see in Michigan… for as the wind comes off the great lakes, that cold, brisk wind, it’ll send a chill down your spine.. and maybe make you realize the mistakes you’ve made… and the mistakes you will soon make. So “FOR NOW!!” I leave you, Mr. Strom… to contemplate…
(fade)
(fade in: Nikolai Ash leaning next to a window pane, he stares out the window at something that seems to catch his eye. He is wearing a button down black shirt, and black corduroy slacks, and brown loafers. He seems as casual as normal, the only difference now is the round-rimmed spectacles he wears on his face, and they give him a fatherly image. After a deep breath and sigh, he turns to the camera to let the world know his plea.)
The monotonous behavior that one witnesses as they stroll down the red, stained carpet on their way to a overly padded four-post ring, to take on the challenge of a hospitable yet redundant and grotesque human. More dull foliage falls to the ground as the fall turns into winter, and snow begins to trample the once beautiful but now tarnished leaves. Hence, the world still turns, it still goes about its tedious circle of life. So inevitably it brings us to another show, another city, another arena, another mid-west showdown between two goliaths. This time, in fact, there is one Goliath in the ring.. his name is Maelstrom, he is the renegade mongoloid of a doctor.. he looks more like the Incredible Hulk than a wrestler, but it appears never the less that he is a formidable opponent for once.. and may put some sort of challenge down upon me. One is uncertain about the future.. but we all know that we are usually doomed to repeat it.. and seeing my past, only shows triumph.. I assume that this time shall be no different. Mr. Strom, you are no obstacle to me.. for this is not a family game show… or a dog training exercise. I do not seek all that “glitters”.. I do not seek anything more than enlightenment, and enjoyment… and to escape the boorish and crude world, and leave it all behind… staring at it’s demise from my rearview mirror.
::Ash coughs and takes a sip of water from a glass on the end table::
..The Man? I am not this “MAN” you claim, maybe I am… a Man… but not the Man. For to be the Man, comes a lot of responsibility.. it is something one must be emotionally stable for.. but maybe I am, who knows? I am one for contradictions from time to time…if this were a black spoliation film.. I suppose due to the pigment of my skin, I would be The Man. On another note.. I agree whole-heartedly with your “Ya can make the most eloquent point imaginable an' still give a fool's first impression.” It is quite possible for one… even me, or even you to come across as an ignorant piece of flesh.. or even as the most eloquent of humans…it may all boil down to a matter of opinion, don’t you think? For.. I believe that as much as I exude a façade of a great human, you and the “fans” may not know my deep secrets.. or maybe it is all part of my ploy? See.. Philosophy and psychology are major parts in this game we call life.. and is no different in the game we play in the ring my friend.. it’s a chess match that never ends.
I’ve never admitted that my talent was better than another’s, I’ve just admitted that it is quite possible that it COULD be… not that it is in fact.. but one shall see in Michigan… for as the wind comes off the great lakes, that cold, brisk wind, it’ll send a chill down your spine.. and maybe make you realize the mistakes you’ve made… and the mistakes you will soon make. So “FOR NOW!!” I leave you, Mr. Strom… to contemplate…
(fade)
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The game
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-17-02 AT 05:46 PM (EST)](FADE IN.... an impromptu appearance from the man known simply as .....)
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MAELSTROM: Contemplate huh? (smirks) There's no need for all that Nikolai..... not yet at least. All there is right now is just you an' me, tradin' words, attemptin' to pierce each other's perception.... just basically goin' with the flow an' playin' the game. I don't need to ponder on whether or not yer a pretender...... whether or not yer destined to make yer mark, 'specially since that'll all work itself out in the ring. There's no room for judgement right now, cuz like ya inferred, undermining is always a possibility.
(pauses briefly)
MAELSTROM: As for mistakes? (shrugs) Hell, I've had my share, just like everyone else. An' while they were FEW in comin', I've remembered them more clearly than any victory.... unlike most, I value mistakes just as highly as accomplishments, maybe a 'lil more. Fact of the matter is, like light and dark, they're both intertwined. Can't have one without the other....
(smiles faintly)
MAELSTROM: 'Less of course yer PERFECT..... as perfect as Manson likes to "think" he is.... or at the very least try to make everyone else think he is. Reality has a strange way of creating doubt in the most assured person. But don't take my word for it, just observe Manson's demeanor AFTER he faces me in that cage, or the demeanor of anyone who's ever "beat on their chest" relentlessly only to suddenly come down with laryngitis or amnesia once their words lost their authority.
(sighs heavily)
MAELSTROM: Which brings us back to our original point.... contemplating. Like all things, timing's everythin'. There's a time to front just as there's at time to be UP-front. There's a time to beat yer chest just as there's a time to undermine and play possum. All this is irrelevant of coure if ya fail to understand the subtle intricacies, the very concept of the game itself.......
(FADE OUT.....)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-17-02 AT 05:46 PM (EST)](FADE IN.... an impromptu appearance from the man known simply as .....)
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MAELSTROM: Contemplate huh? (smirks) There's no need for all that Nikolai..... not yet at least. All there is right now is just you an' me, tradin' words, attemptin' to pierce each other's perception.... just basically goin' with the flow an' playin' the game. I don't need to ponder on whether or not yer a pretender...... whether or not yer destined to make yer mark, 'specially since that'll all work itself out in the ring. There's no room for judgement right now, cuz like ya inferred, undermining is always a possibility.
(pauses briefly)
MAELSTROM: As for mistakes? (shrugs) Hell, I've had my share, just like everyone else. An' while they were FEW in comin', I've remembered them more clearly than any victory.... unlike most, I value mistakes just as highly as accomplishments, maybe a 'lil more. Fact of the matter is, like light and dark, they're both intertwined. Can't have one without the other....
(smiles faintly)
MAELSTROM: 'Less of course yer PERFECT..... as perfect as Manson likes to "think" he is.... or at the very least try to make everyone else think he is. Reality has a strange way of creating doubt in the most assured person. But don't take my word for it, just observe Manson's demeanor AFTER he faces me in that cage, or the demeanor of anyone who's ever "beat on their chest" relentlessly only to suddenly come down with laryngitis or amnesia once their words lost their authority.
(sighs heavily)
MAELSTROM: Which brings us back to our original point.... contemplating. Like all things, timing's everythin'. There's a time to front just as there's at time to be UP-front. There's a time to beat yer chest just as there's a time to undermine and play possum. All this is irrelevant of coure if ya fail to understand the subtle intricacies, the very concept of the game itself.......
(FADE OUT.....)
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(fade in: the face of a man, with contempt across it, but pain deep inside.)
Yes, contemplate.. ::sighs:: I am one quick to judge.. but sometimes not, well who knows, either way.. yes contemplate.. do you not understand the word? Are you perplexed by it’s ubiquity? Or maybe you do know it.. and simply smirk at my comments made to you, well a good smirk is always in order.. wouldn’t you say? Yes. You seem to be a bright man on occasion, even though on first appearance your looks led me to believe otherwise, but who am I to judge? Well I am Nikolai Ash, that is who.. and maybe certainly I am able to judge for the simple fact that… I have the ability to let no one else judge me significantly? Hmm.. maybe so.. maybe no.
..now I am glad to see you actually paid attention unlike three-quarters of the fools here, by fools, I do not refer to a jester of any sort.. but my callus nature makes me spin the word into another meaning. You realize that you are a human.. a monstrous human with many flaws, mistakes, blunders, oversights, etc.. and because you know that.. it means you know you are weak.. you know that you have a weakness deep down inside of you that may not always show itself to the world.. but does appear quite frequently in the dark reaches of your subconscious.. am I correct?
::Ash gets up and strolls in front of a mirror, he peers into it and begins to talk::
mistakes make us human, mistakes make us genuine, mistakes make us different. But mistakes are what bring our downfall, mistakes are what cause us to lose grasp of what we really are… no, not the savage beast that burrows underneath our skin.. but that certain something.. that our personality doesn’t let us show for fear of being rejected. Are you fearful of being rejected, Strom? Do you fear the inevitable? Or is it something else that calls your name at night.. and makes you wish you were more than people think you are? IS there?! There is no perfect… perfect is a word created, only for ones to think they can attain it.. for someone is always better… or more special, in some other way… it is absurd to think one is special… even you Strom, are not… for I notice defects in your demeanor already. For you seem to trail away form the topic at hand… most habitually.. Who knows, maybe your mind is on something else… some journey your body has yet to take.. but your soul has already packed the bags for? Back packing across the universe, the outer reaches in your mind.. no doctor can tell you it’s malignant, for it could be real… so could ones time at the top… or at the bottom…
::takes a deep breath::
..sorry I was babbling on, like a commoner. This Manson you speak of, maybe he possess the art of casting a shadow of doubt in ones mind, like a jury trying to convict a murder… the lawyer only needs to make them believe there’s some doubt to the case.. For in a cage, in a ring, in a brawl in an alley… ones words mean nothing, it comes down to the ability to think faster.. and better than the other… words mean nothing, except for before hand.. words can save you, words can turn you bitter.. words can tarnish even the cleanest soul. Even this Manson.. has shadows in his soul that he wishes not be seen.. for to be as good as you say he is, he must be some what… insane? Off center? Not aligned? Askew? Far from the middle? Can one say for sure without living a day in his mind, or yours, or mine, or even the petty jerks who align the rings at our matches?
Time is creeping slowly to doom, with every tick we are closer to death then when we started. For as you said timing is everything, but what happens when you lose the ability to understand the meaning of time? What if you turn into the savage I mentioned earlier? If you’re unable to control yourself? If your mind, body, and emotional status break apart? You become skytzotypical? Hmmm… alas, I don’t know.
(fade)
(fade in: the face of a man, with contempt across it, but pain deep inside.)
Yes, contemplate.. ::sighs:: I am one quick to judge.. but sometimes not, well who knows, either way.. yes contemplate.. do you not understand the word? Are you perplexed by it’s ubiquity? Or maybe you do know it.. and simply smirk at my comments made to you, well a good smirk is always in order.. wouldn’t you say? Yes. You seem to be a bright man on occasion, even though on first appearance your looks led me to believe otherwise, but who am I to judge? Well I am Nikolai Ash, that is who.. and maybe certainly I am able to judge for the simple fact that… I have the ability to let no one else judge me significantly? Hmm.. maybe so.. maybe no.
..now I am glad to see you actually paid attention unlike three-quarters of the fools here, by fools, I do not refer to a jester of any sort.. but my callus nature makes me spin the word into another meaning. You realize that you are a human.. a monstrous human with many flaws, mistakes, blunders, oversights, etc.. and because you know that.. it means you know you are weak.. you know that you have a weakness deep down inside of you that may not always show itself to the world.. but does appear quite frequently in the dark reaches of your subconscious.. am I correct?
::Ash gets up and strolls in front of a mirror, he peers into it and begins to talk::
mistakes make us human, mistakes make us genuine, mistakes make us different. But mistakes are what bring our downfall, mistakes are what cause us to lose grasp of what we really are… no, not the savage beast that burrows underneath our skin.. but that certain something.. that our personality doesn’t let us show for fear of being rejected. Are you fearful of being rejected, Strom? Do you fear the inevitable? Or is it something else that calls your name at night.. and makes you wish you were more than people think you are? IS there?! There is no perfect… perfect is a word created, only for ones to think they can attain it.. for someone is always better… or more special, in some other way… it is absurd to think one is special… even you Strom, are not… for I notice defects in your demeanor already. For you seem to trail away form the topic at hand… most habitually.. Who knows, maybe your mind is on something else… some journey your body has yet to take.. but your soul has already packed the bags for? Back packing across the universe, the outer reaches in your mind.. no doctor can tell you it’s malignant, for it could be real… so could ones time at the top… or at the bottom…
::takes a deep breath::
..sorry I was babbling on, like a commoner. This Manson you speak of, maybe he possess the art of casting a shadow of doubt in ones mind, like a jury trying to convict a murder… the lawyer only needs to make them believe there’s some doubt to the case.. For in a cage, in a ring, in a brawl in an alley… ones words mean nothing, it comes down to the ability to think faster.. and better than the other… words mean nothing, except for before hand.. words can save you, words can turn you bitter.. words can tarnish even the cleanest soul. Even this Manson.. has shadows in his soul that he wishes not be seen.. for to be as good as you say he is, he must be some what… insane? Off center? Not aligned? Askew? Far from the middle? Can one say for sure without living a day in his mind, or yours, or mine, or even the petty jerks who align the rings at our matches?
Time is creeping slowly to doom, with every tick we are closer to death then when we started. For as you said timing is everything, but what happens when you lose the ability to understand the meaning of time? What if you turn into the savage I mentioned earlier? If you’re unable to control yourself? If your mind, body, and emotional status break apart? You become skytzotypical? Hmmm… alas, I don’t know.
(fade)
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JLebron
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Ya don't control the volume......
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-18-02 AT 10:10 PM (EST)](FADE IN.... to a pair of eyes glaring at us intensely. They narrow ever so slightly just before he begins speaking, and it's at that moment that we recognize the unmistakeable voice of the man the GLCW has come to know simply as......)
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MAELSTROM: Hmmmmmmm.... wishing I was more than people think I am?
(a brief moment of silence passes followed by faint laughter)
MAELSTROM: Yeah sure.... ya must be confusin' me with Manson. Hell Nikolai, people have viewed me from the extreme ends of both spectrums. They've referred to me as a legend of sorts as well as an overrated abberation! Which is closer to the truth for them means absolutely nothin' to me..... after all, the only views concerning Maelstrom that matter to me are MINE. An' as far as I'm concerned.... IT'S ALL GOOD! If ya really think I'm so insecure of myself that I actually give a damn of what people think of me.... then it's surely a sign that yer perception is off somewhat... yer reachin' Nikolai! Ya say that I'm bright on occasion, yet ya admit that yer first impression of me was less than flatterin'. I suppose I should be insulted, but I'm not. It doesn't even phase me. Ya see Nikolai, a reaction like that infers that yer opinion of me actually mattered. Like Manson and many before him, it won't be the first time that people mistake me for a hulkin', lumberin', slow-witted brute only to find out in the most painful way imaginable, the error in their logic and judgement. Ya appear to be a very intelligent man..... or at least that's the current perception yer allowin' us to see. But for all that posturin', ya still made the mistake of initially prejudging me. A bit contradictory if ya ask some.... exposin' a chink in yer analytical armor if ya ask me.
(shakes his head disparagingly)
MAELSTROM: An' speakin' of mistakes, yer interpretation of it falls way short of its intended mark. Ya should try a different brand of detergent for yer brain-washin' efforts. I'm no stranger to head games Nikolai.... somethin' you'll soon realize if ya haven't already. Ya don't control the volume here.... nor the horizontal or vertical. Face it Nikolai, it doesn't appear that ya have what it takes to change my channels. Subterfuge is a useless ally for ya.... may I suggest ya try another?
(the intense glare of his eyes relaxes noticeably, givin' us the impression of a hidden smile)
MAELSTROM: While I know that my grammar my not be as eloquent as yers or anyone elses for that matter, the way I see it though, dressin' up words with literary grace isn't a very effective weapon.... I mean sure, it does sound "PURTY" an' all, but when ya come right down to it, it's nothin' but eye-candy without the protein....
(winks)
MAELSTROM: Don't get me wrong, words DO possess some measure of power Nikolai. It has the ability to make ya think.... to make ya doubt.... an' to even confuse. Providin' of course yer familiar with the concept of perception an' harnessin' it's power.....
(eyes narrow)
MAELSTROM: Rhetoric or words of wisdom? It's all there for ya to interpret Nikolai.... or is it really?
(those glaring eyes slowly narrow as we in turn .... FADE OUT....)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-18-02 AT 10:10 PM (EST)](FADE IN.... to a pair of eyes glaring at us intensely. They narrow ever so slightly just before he begins speaking, and it's at that moment that we recognize the unmistakeable voice of the man the GLCW has come to know simply as......)
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MAELSTROM: Hmmmmmmm.... wishing I was more than people think I am?
(a brief moment of silence passes followed by faint laughter)
MAELSTROM: Yeah sure.... ya must be confusin' me with Manson. Hell Nikolai, people have viewed me from the extreme ends of both spectrums. They've referred to me as a legend of sorts as well as an overrated abberation! Which is closer to the truth for them means absolutely nothin' to me..... after all, the only views concerning Maelstrom that matter to me are MINE. An' as far as I'm concerned.... IT'S ALL GOOD! If ya really think I'm so insecure of myself that I actually give a damn of what people think of me.... then it's surely a sign that yer perception is off somewhat... yer reachin' Nikolai! Ya say that I'm bright on occasion, yet ya admit that yer first impression of me was less than flatterin'. I suppose I should be insulted, but I'm not. It doesn't even phase me. Ya see Nikolai, a reaction like that infers that yer opinion of me actually mattered. Like Manson and many before him, it won't be the first time that people mistake me for a hulkin', lumberin', slow-witted brute only to find out in the most painful way imaginable, the error in their logic and judgement. Ya appear to be a very intelligent man..... or at least that's the current perception yer allowin' us to see. But for all that posturin', ya still made the mistake of initially prejudging me. A bit contradictory if ya ask some.... exposin' a chink in yer analytical armor if ya ask me.
(shakes his head disparagingly)
MAELSTROM: An' speakin' of mistakes, yer interpretation of it falls way short of its intended mark. Ya should try a different brand of detergent for yer brain-washin' efforts. I'm no stranger to head games Nikolai.... somethin' you'll soon realize if ya haven't already. Ya don't control the volume here.... nor the horizontal or vertical. Face it Nikolai, it doesn't appear that ya have what it takes to change my channels. Subterfuge is a useless ally for ya.... may I suggest ya try another?
(the intense glare of his eyes relaxes noticeably, givin' us the impression of a hidden smile)
MAELSTROM: While I know that my grammar my not be as eloquent as yers or anyone elses for that matter, the way I see it though, dressin' up words with literary grace isn't a very effective weapon.... I mean sure, it does sound "PURTY" an' all, but when ya come right down to it, it's nothin' but eye-candy without the protein....
(winks)
MAELSTROM: Don't get me wrong, words DO possess some measure of power Nikolai. It has the ability to make ya think.... to make ya doubt.... an' to even confuse. Providin' of course yer familiar with the concept of perception an' harnessin' it's power.....
(eyes narrow)
MAELSTROM: Rhetoric or words of wisdom? It's all there for ya to interpret Nikolai.... or is it really?
(those glaring eyes slowly narrow as we in turn .... FADE OUT....)
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(fade in: Nikolai Ash is dressed in his casual wear, but he has a strange aura around him… seemingly seeping off of him. It reaches around the room; one feels uncomfortable just watching him talk. He is sitting in a large red leather chair, it is worm and depressed like the room and his demeanor today. Next to him is a table with a glass of water and a lamp, he flicks on the lamp and takes a look at the camera to begin his examination.)
I confuse you with no one Mr. Strom, you may just be confused by myself.. or maybe you are still uncertain who you are. Maybe your size reflects your inability to confront your problems, so you would rather become larger and push the problems farther down then deal with them first. But it is just my assessment. People have seen you at both ends of the spectrums? Possibly it is because the image you let them see isn’t truly you, so it just changes sporadically for the time and place. Your childhood fears, and adult problems confront and combine in a volatile mixture… it is a chemistry equation for disaster in your soul.. where no one comes out a winner, it is just a cataclysmic explosion. You want to lead me to believe you think you are fine and dandy, that you are well inside your mind.. but I can see through the cracks in your façade, that you are a weak man.. you are waiting for a salvation. .something to save you, to take you away.. BUT YOU ARE HOLDING YOURSELF BACK FROM WHAT YOU TRULY ARE!
::Ash puts his face in his hands and sighs::
..excuse me. Humans of all kind, are similar. No matter what socio-economic background or upbringing, whether you were in the suburbs, or in the jungle, or in the burned out streets of Detroit with your crack addicted mother. All humans, can say that they do care what others think.. some may care less than others, but we all care.. we all want to know how others perceive us..that is why we always asses ourselves. We take a look inside and wonder what people could like, what they could hate… and try to find out desperately, until one day you realize your life is gone.. that you were just a blip on the screen of humanity.. that for as much time as you had, you wasted it trying to find out what they wanted.. instead of finding out what you wanted, showing someone who you really were..instead of giving them the representation that you believe they want. For you even believe that I think you’re dim-witted, when in all actuality I have said on other occasions you are not.. you seem level-headed in your assessments and such, but you still seem to lack that all important feature.. that most humans, and most people in this sport we love.. lack.. the psychology, the mind tricks, the ability to twist ones head around in circles. See I am not prejudging you, it is that …I can just see past your wall you have built up around you.. the wall of emotions you have pent up and do not know how to let the world see… so it is not prejudging, it is just common sense on my part.. or so I believe, is it true? I think so.. for I am not wrong on most accounts… how about you? Have you ever been wrong? Have you ever been shown your mistakes in the ring, or in the outside world? For most wrestlers, they believe there is no outside world.. and that this is real, that it is all there is… but maybe you’re different, but maybe you’re not.. it’s not for me to say, it’s just for me to perceive and ponder.
Strom, I am not trying to brain-wash you.. it was never my intent, and if you believe it is.. you’re sadly mistaken. You think I am judging you, but aren’t you in fact judging me, and you are…. The one who is contradicting?!
Hmm… ask yourself a question, and let the answers fall upon your palate.. and let the air take your words to the masses.
I may not control the volume, or the vertical or horizontal hold.. or any of that, for this is not the Twilight Zone or the Outer Limits.. this is not a television show, this is real life interacting with art… and clashing in a way unlike any other.. now or prior. Your channels aren’t so easy to change, but I am still able to push the buttons.. even if the batteries are low in the remote control, you still get irked by my accusations and my assessments.. if you weren’t, you wouldn’t comment on them.. aren’t I correct? Yes. Yes. Yes, no? No.. is the doubt that is cast in your head.. and in my head, there’s always some doubt.. if there was no doubt in life, then there would be no fear, with no fear there’d be no exhilaration, with no exhilaration there is no indulgence, with no indulgence, there is no need to take risks.. with no risks, life is meaningless.. what a paradigm for the human species. Don’t you say Strom?
::takes a sip of water, and coughs. Ash pauses to think, and begins a new::
words.. letters, sentences, paragraphs, passages.. they mean something, eloquent or not. They have an impact on your life, on how you walk, talk, breath, and live. Don’t let my words trouble you too much… only let the words and voices in your head trouble you.. let the heat and intensity that burns inside your inner self trouble you.. I am more a medium between the two, whether you like it or not… whether you see it or not… I am here to help.
(fade)
(fade in: Nikolai Ash is dressed in his casual wear, but he has a strange aura around him… seemingly seeping off of him. It reaches around the room; one feels uncomfortable just watching him talk. He is sitting in a large red leather chair, it is worm and depressed like the room and his demeanor today. Next to him is a table with a glass of water and a lamp, he flicks on the lamp and takes a look at the camera to begin his examination.)
I confuse you with no one Mr. Strom, you may just be confused by myself.. or maybe you are still uncertain who you are. Maybe your size reflects your inability to confront your problems, so you would rather become larger and push the problems farther down then deal with them first. But it is just my assessment. People have seen you at both ends of the spectrums? Possibly it is because the image you let them see isn’t truly you, so it just changes sporadically for the time and place. Your childhood fears, and adult problems confront and combine in a volatile mixture… it is a chemistry equation for disaster in your soul.. where no one comes out a winner, it is just a cataclysmic explosion. You want to lead me to believe you think you are fine and dandy, that you are well inside your mind.. but I can see through the cracks in your façade, that you are a weak man.. you are waiting for a salvation. .something to save you, to take you away.. BUT YOU ARE HOLDING YOURSELF BACK FROM WHAT YOU TRULY ARE!
::Ash puts his face in his hands and sighs::
..excuse me. Humans of all kind, are similar. No matter what socio-economic background or upbringing, whether you were in the suburbs, or in the jungle, or in the burned out streets of Detroit with your crack addicted mother. All humans, can say that they do care what others think.. some may care less than others, but we all care.. we all want to know how others perceive us..that is why we always asses ourselves. We take a look inside and wonder what people could like, what they could hate… and try to find out desperately, until one day you realize your life is gone.. that you were just a blip on the screen of humanity.. that for as much time as you had, you wasted it trying to find out what they wanted.. instead of finding out what you wanted, showing someone who you really were..instead of giving them the representation that you believe they want. For you even believe that I think you’re dim-witted, when in all actuality I have said on other occasions you are not.. you seem level-headed in your assessments and such, but you still seem to lack that all important feature.. that most humans, and most people in this sport we love.. lack.. the psychology, the mind tricks, the ability to twist ones head around in circles. See I am not prejudging you, it is that …I can just see past your wall you have built up around you.. the wall of emotions you have pent up and do not know how to let the world see… so it is not prejudging, it is just common sense on my part.. or so I believe, is it true? I think so.. for I am not wrong on most accounts… how about you? Have you ever been wrong? Have you ever been shown your mistakes in the ring, or in the outside world? For most wrestlers, they believe there is no outside world.. and that this is real, that it is all there is… but maybe you’re different, but maybe you’re not.. it’s not for me to say, it’s just for me to perceive and ponder.
Strom, I am not trying to brain-wash you.. it was never my intent, and if you believe it is.. you’re sadly mistaken. You think I am judging you, but aren’t you in fact judging me, and you are…. The one who is contradicting?!
Hmm… ask yourself a question, and let the answers fall upon your palate.. and let the air take your words to the masses.
I may not control the volume, or the vertical or horizontal hold.. or any of that, for this is not the Twilight Zone or the Outer Limits.. this is not a television show, this is real life interacting with art… and clashing in a way unlike any other.. now or prior. Your channels aren’t so easy to change, but I am still able to push the buttons.. even if the batteries are low in the remote control, you still get irked by my accusations and my assessments.. if you weren’t, you wouldn’t comment on them.. aren’t I correct? Yes. Yes. Yes, no? No.. is the doubt that is cast in your head.. and in my head, there’s always some doubt.. if there was no doubt in life, then there would be no fear, with no fear there’d be no exhilaration, with no exhilaration there is no indulgence, with no indulgence, there is no need to take risks.. with no risks, life is meaningless.. what a paradigm for the human species. Don’t you say Strom?
::takes a sip of water, and coughs. Ash pauses to think, and begins a new::
words.. letters, sentences, paragraphs, passages.. they mean something, eloquent or not. They have an impact on your life, on how you walk, talk, breath, and live. Don’t let my words trouble you too much… only let the words and voices in your head trouble you.. let the heat and intensity that burns inside your inner self trouble you.. I am more a medium between the two, whether you like it or not… whether you see it or not… I am here to help.
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J
JLebron
Guest
Diluted truth?
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-21-02 AT 08:29 PM (EST)](FADE TO..... Maelstrom as he stands in front of the cameras with an amused look on his face......)
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MAELSTROM: So let me get this straight..... yer here to.... HELP? (grins faintly) I see. Help WHO exactly? Ya obviously double-talked yerself into a confused state Nikolai. Ya say yer not judgin' me yet yer the one with....
(does the "quote sign" thingie with his fingers)
MAELSTROM: All the "ready-made" answers. I don't pretend to know everythin' as ya do..... I simply observe an' speculate on the origin an' flow of yer posturing. As for doubt, the only doubt that exists for me revolves around yer abilities.... NOT MINE! Contradiction is a funny thin' Nikolai, particularly when ya interpret statements to YER convenience. I see things the way they are an' call 'em as such. A diluted truth? Who's to say.... certainly NOT you, 'less of course yer talents also include readin' minds as well.
(gives a mock expression as he raises an eyebrow)
MAELSTROM: As I suggested earlier, words DO have the power to allow doubt or confusion to embrace ya.... though I must say, yer words seem to be troublin' YOU more than me, seein' how ya feel the need to recycle the same ol' tripe not once but thrice. An' while yer commentary doesn't raise my ire as ya claim, I do have to admit, it's really startin' to get stale.
(shakes head disparagingly)
MAELSTROM: I comment on yer accusations NOT 'cuz they hit a nerve, but simply to toss the fallacy of 'em back into yer face. Hell, knowin' ya, if I decided to skirt any of yer issues, you'd claim I was attemptin' to avoid 'em. Ya set yer cerebral traps Nikolai, an' I neither avoided nor got caught in 'em.... I DISARMED 'EM! Earlier on I suggested ya forget 'bout subterfuge an' seek a different ally but it seems yer too one-dimensional for that. Though ya'd like to fancy yerself as one, yer NO cerebral-assassin, particularly 'gainst me.
(grins maliciously)
MAELSTROM: Ya wanna be the "medium" Nikolai? Be my guest....
(winks)
MAELSTROM: Settlin' for a "medium" level has never been my forte..... I like pushin' the envelope aside...... strivin' for more ever since I breached my impasse, a concept yer 'prolly not familiar with. To say I've had an incredible run thus far in this industry would be puttin' it mildly. A triple-digit win column 'gainst a single-digit loss column? Wins 'gainst some of the BIGGEST names in the sport? Capturin' an' defendin' THREE World Titles simultaneously in my rookie year? Hell, some would consider all that the kinda stuff "legends" are made outta of wouldn't ya say? Yet here ya stand inferrin' that I'm NOT in tune with myself? That I'm maskin' my problems? Well, all I can say is..... if I've been THIS successful by NOT confrontin' my problems as ya say.... just imagine, how much more I can accomplish if I confronted my issues?
(smiles faintly)
MAELSTROM: Am I posturin'..... braggin'.... bein' arrogant? Guess I'm the only one who can say with any measure of certainty, eh Nikolai? Bottom line is.... facts don't distort the truth! (chuckles) At least not as well as ya seem to......
(A faint grin.... a knowing nod..... followed by a simple....FADE OUT.....)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-21-02 AT 08:29 PM (EST)](FADE TO..... Maelstrom as he stands in front of the cameras with an amused look on his face......)
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MAELSTROM: So let me get this straight..... yer here to.... HELP? (grins faintly) I see. Help WHO exactly? Ya obviously double-talked yerself into a confused state Nikolai. Ya say yer not judgin' me yet yer the one with....
(does the "quote sign" thingie with his fingers)
MAELSTROM: All the "ready-made" answers. I don't pretend to know everythin' as ya do..... I simply observe an' speculate on the origin an' flow of yer posturing. As for doubt, the only doubt that exists for me revolves around yer abilities.... NOT MINE! Contradiction is a funny thin' Nikolai, particularly when ya interpret statements to YER convenience. I see things the way they are an' call 'em as such. A diluted truth? Who's to say.... certainly NOT you, 'less of course yer talents also include readin' minds as well.
(gives a mock expression as he raises an eyebrow)
MAELSTROM: As I suggested earlier, words DO have the power to allow doubt or confusion to embrace ya.... though I must say, yer words seem to be troublin' YOU more than me, seein' how ya feel the need to recycle the same ol' tripe not once but thrice. An' while yer commentary doesn't raise my ire as ya claim, I do have to admit, it's really startin' to get stale.
(shakes head disparagingly)
MAELSTROM: I comment on yer accusations NOT 'cuz they hit a nerve, but simply to toss the fallacy of 'em back into yer face. Hell, knowin' ya, if I decided to skirt any of yer issues, you'd claim I was attemptin' to avoid 'em. Ya set yer cerebral traps Nikolai, an' I neither avoided nor got caught in 'em.... I DISARMED 'EM! Earlier on I suggested ya forget 'bout subterfuge an' seek a different ally but it seems yer too one-dimensional for that. Though ya'd like to fancy yerself as one, yer NO cerebral-assassin, particularly 'gainst me.
(grins maliciously)
MAELSTROM: Ya wanna be the "medium" Nikolai? Be my guest....
(winks)
MAELSTROM: Settlin' for a "medium" level has never been my forte..... I like pushin' the envelope aside...... strivin' for more ever since I breached my impasse, a concept yer 'prolly not familiar with. To say I've had an incredible run thus far in this industry would be puttin' it mildly. A triple-digit win column 'gainst a single-digit loss column? Wins 'gainst some of the BIGGEST names in the sport? Capturin' an' defendin' THREE World Titles simultaneously in my rookie year? Hell, some would consider all that the kinda stuff "legends" are made outta of wouldn't ya say? Yet here ya stand inferrin' that I'm NOT in tune with myself? That I'm maskin' my problems? Well, all I can say is..... if I've been THIS successful by NOT confrontin' my problems as ya say.... just imagine, how much more I can accomplish if I confronted my issues?
(smiles faintly)
MAELSTROM: Am I posturin'..... braggin'.... bein' arrogant? Guess I'm the only one who can say with any measure of certainty, eh Nikolai? Bottom line is.... facts don't distort the truth! (chuckles) At least not as well as ya seem to......
(A faint grin.... a knowing nod..... followed by a simple....FADE OUT.....)
Z
zeroxxzero
Guest
obi-won kenobi.. yeah so i had no damn RP title.
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-26-02 AT 11:38 AM (EST)](fade in: the area is a library, a public library. The rows of books are on shaky stands. The stands are covered with dust, and books of forgotten authors, and well-known ones. The camera swoops down the “B” as we see Burgess, and then over to the “D” section, where we see Nikolai Ash wearing black suede pants, black loafers, and a red sweater with a black trim. He is also sporting a light red dress shirt with the collar ruffled from underneath, and poking out of the neck. His hair is neat, and combed to one side, and lightly sprit zed with gel. His hand reaches up among the D section and with his finger searches the titles and books, he stops at an author we know, and ironically suitable for the time of year. He pulls out the book, and the camera catches a glimpse of a Charles Dickens novel. He holds the book to his chest and begins to look into the camera.)
Yes.. help, help the ones who need assistance in their life.. to make them see the light, see their mistakes, and send them on a path to somewhat higher consciousness? And who was I here to help this time? Why you Maelstrom, of course, who else would need my assistance more than you? Who needs to attain greater well-being and self assurance than you? I see no one of course, but you. I myself was once like you, until I had an altercation that for ever changed my life.. maybe this will change your life and make you realize all you’ve done, and continue to do to everyone around you.. maybe your brain as it rots inside of your cavernous skull, and the gray mass gradually makes its way out of your cranium you will begin to realize that “I should have listened, I should have repented, I SHOULD HAVE DONE WHAT I WAS TOLD!” Then in one last breath you will grasp for the nearest table, and pull it down upon you, table cloth and accoutrements in all upon you and when the coroner comes to look at your body they’ll not know what happened and just cast it off as some suicide.. some man who had apparitions in his head, and caused him to slaughter his family and then himself? Who knows, is that an awkward possibility, or is it all too close to home?
::clearing throat::
..I am never one to judge whether the tricks my mind plays, and the way my peripheral visions play some chicanery on my brain. I am also never one to judge another ones advice, and not at least listen to it first and contemplate my actions… but I take it you aren’t one of those people, you just want me to waste my time trying to help you.. and try to convince me I am …uh.. crazy perhaps? And that you are truly sane and need no help. See I do not have “ready made” answers as you mentioned before, I am more of a Mad Lib.. heh. I am waiting for the answers to come to me, so I can piece them together and make sense of the madness before my… the slaughter on my hands.
You Maelstrom still doubt me, even though you may have already witnessed my talents the weeks prior to this.. have you not? Have you not seen me take on combatants before, or were you too busy trapped inside the penthouse of your melon to be able to pay attention to me in the ring? Were you unable to see my ability? Are you too good for me? If that’s so, then just tell me now.. so I know this going in.. so I can assure myself, that when I face you, to damage you mental, and physically so that you can realize the demented demeanor you have.. the lack of contempt, the callus nature of your ability. For I cannot let you continue to do this… I cant, I JUST CANT. Sorry.. I apologize for my outbursts today. Now I can not say that I can “read minds” or am any type of soothsayer.. I just believe I am what I am, and I know what I know. I do not take what I know for granted, I appreciate it.. I do not ask questions about it.. for it is to high a power for even me to get.
…words words words. You ask me not to recycle my statements, but speaking is the only way besides when we’re in the ring that I can get my point across. I have only one point to mention, only one point that matters against you… were you another combatant, I’d say it’d be different.. quite different.. but on first assessment.. I had an image engrained in my head and that is what I still have today, and will have even after our match. I am not trying to dress up my words, or anything else.. “y’reckon?” I am just restating my opinions and ideas, and as much as you supposedly hate to talk about it… you still babble on as much as me, about it.. and try to deny it.. and seem angrier than me on occasion. Is it that you’re simply annoyed, or just troubled that I know how you are, and you assumed that no one else did? Do I bring something out of you Maelstrom? Or should I not even answer that, for I know the answer “No.” or at least that’s the answer you want us to know…You can say you do this all to toss the fallacy back in my face, how absurd. Why is it that you cannot simply trip me up on some other idea? Why, do you not have your own? Were you not brought up to think on your own, do you conform to pop culture..? Are you a drone, a zombie, do you do what you are told to do by the conglomerates and the “Man” and people in charge? Are you their puppet, you lemming.
::takes a sip of water and rubs brow::
Cerebral assassin? I am not a surgeon. Nor am I, going to be dissecting your brain with a scalpel or a shotgun, or a sniper rifle. For remember, this is the Midwest.. not Washington.
::chuckles oddly and then stop quickly and sternly::
..maybe a medium level is all you can have? Maybe you have set up yourself to be on that level of mediocrity? Your pathetic attempts to rattle me, and such have gone nowhere. It is easier to comprehend and get through to a Cold War Russian leader than to you. So go one and talk to me about your accomplishments, for I do not care.. about those, I only care about the bad.. the evil.. the putrid.. etc etc.. unlike most, I reiterate.. I am here to help. The truth is meant to be defied.. if there weren’t lies, we’d have no political leaders..
::drops book to the ground, it opens to a picture of the ghost of Christmas past::
(fade)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-26-02 AT 11:38 AM (EST)](fade in: the area is a library, a public library. The rows of books are on shaky stands. The stands are covered with dust, and books of forgotten authors, and well-known ones. The camera swoops down the “B” as we see Burgess, and then over to the “D” section, where we see Nikolai Ash wearing black suede pants, black loafers, and a red sweater with a black trim. He is also sporting a light red dress shirt with the collar ruffled from underneath, and poking out of the neck. His hair is neat, and combed to one side, and lightly sprit zed with gel. His hand reaches up among the D section and with his finger searches the titles and books, he stops at an author we know, and ironically suitable for the time of year. He pulls out the book, and the camera catches a glimpse of a Charles Dickens novel. He holds the book to his chest and begins to look into the camera.)
Yes.. help, help the ones who need assistance in their life.. to make them see the light, see their mistakes, and send them on a path to somewhat higher consciousness? And who was I here to help this time? Why you Maelstrom, of course, who else would need my assistance more than you? Who needs to attain greater well-being and self assurance than you? I see no one of course, but you. I myself was once like you, until I had an altercation that for ever changed my life.. maybe this will change your life and make you realize all you’ve done, and continue to do to everyone around you.. maybe your brain as it rots inside of your cavernous skull, and the gray mass gradually makes its way out of your cranium you will begin to realize that “I should have listened, I should have repented, I SHOULD HAVE DONE WHAT I WAS TOLD!” Then in one last breath you will grasp for the nearest table, and pull it down upon you, table cloth and accoutrements in all upon you and when the coroner comes to look at your body they’ll not know what happened and just cast it off as some suicide.. some man who had apparitions in his head, and caused him to slaughter his family and then himself? Who knows, is that an awkward possibility, or is it all too close to home?
::clearing throat::
..I am never one to judge whether the tricks my mind plays, and the way my peripheral visions play some chicanery on my brain. I am also never one to judge another ones advice, and not at least listen to it first and contemplate my actions… but I take it you aren’t one of those people, you just want me to waste my time trying to help you.. and try to convince me I am …uh.. crazy perhaps? And that you are truly sane and need no help. See I do not have “ready made” answers as you mentioned before, I am more of a Mad Lib.. heh. I am waiting for the answers to come to me, so I can piece them together and make sense of the madness before my… the slaughter on my hands.
You Maelstrom still doubt me, even though you may have already witnessed my talents the weeks prior to this.. have you not? Have you not seen me take on combatants before, or were you too busy trapped inside the penthouse of your melon to be able to pay attention to me in the ring? Were you unable to see my ability? Are you too good for me? If that’s so, then just tell me now.. so I know this going in.. so I can assure myself, that when I face you, to damage you mental, and physically so that you can realize the demented demeanor you have.. the lack of contempt, the callus nature of your ability. For I cannot let you continue to do this… I cant, I JUST CANT. Sorry.. I apologize for my outbursts today. Now I can not say that I can “read minds” or am any type of soothsayer.. I just believe I am what I am, and I know what I know. I do not take what I know for granted, I appreciate it.. I do not ask questions about it.. for it is to high a power for even me to get.
…words words words. You ask me not to recycle my statements, but speaking is the only way besides when we’re in the ring that I can get my point across. I have only one point to mention, only one point that matters against you… were you another combatant, I’d say it’d be different.. quite different.. but on first assessment.. I had an image engrained in my head and that is what I still have today, and will have even after our match. I am not trying to dress up my words, or anything else.. “y’reckon?” I am just restating my opinions and ideas, and as much as you supposedly hate to talk about it… you still babble on as much as me, about it.. and try to deny it.. and seem angrier than me on occasion. Is it that you’re simply annoyed, or just troubled that I know how you are, and you assumed that no one else did? Do I bring something out of you Maelstrom? Or should I not even answer that, for I know the answer “No.” or at least that’s the answer you want us to know…You can say you do this all to toss the fallacy back in my face, how absurd. Why is it that you cannot simply trip me up on some other idea? Why, do you not have your own? Were you not brought up to think on your own, do you conform to pop culture..? Are you a drone, a zombie, do you do what you are told to do by the conglomerates and the “Man” and people in charge? Are you their puppet, you lemming.
::takes a sip of water and rubs brow::
Cerebral assassin? I am not a surgeon. Nor am I, going to be dissecting your brain with a scalpel or a shotgun, or a sniper rifle. For remember, this is the Midwest.. not Washington.
::chuckles oddly and then stop quickly and sternly::
..maybe a medium level is all you can have? Maybe you have set up yourself to be on that level of mediocrity? Your pathetic attempts to rattle me, and such have gone nowhere. It is easier to comprehend and get through to a Cold War Russian leader than to you. So go one and talk to me about your accomplishments, for I do not care.. about those, I only care about the bad.. the evil.. the putrid.. etc etc.. unlike most, I reiterate.. I am here to help. The truth is meant to be defied.. if there weren’t lies, we’d have no political leaders..
::drops book to the ground, it opens to a picture of the ghost of Christmas past::
(fade)
J
JLebron
Guest
The temporary resolve
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-26-02 AT 08:09 PM (EST)](FADE TO..... a black screen and an obscure sound. It has a rhythmic resonance with two pitches to it.... one just a bit higher than the other. The darkness dissipates some revealing a large figure in the middle of the screen, its massive chest rises and falls rhythmically and its at that moment that we realize that the sound we heard was that of breathing..... breathing from the same man whose face is still partially obscured by the shadows..... breathing from the man we know simply as......)
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MAELSTROM: I'll leave politics for the likes of you Nikolai, after all, you seem to be gifted with their most valuable ASSet.... defying and distorting the truth. As for my "pathetic attempts" to rattle ya.....
(shakes his head ever so faintly)
MAELSTROM: There were never any such attempts..... at least, not on my part. There'd hafta be a "mental challenge" of sorts to justify that, an' quite honestly, ya didn't measure up to it. I merely forced yer hand an' left ya blinkin'..... left ya ramblin' incessantly 'bout the same ol' recycled gibberish for lack of anythin' intelligent to say. Ya showed that yer inflexible, incapable of switchin' gears at will, inept at adaptin'......
(grins faintly)
MAELSTROM: Ya REALLY think ya know WHO I am Nikolai? Hell, how the HELL can ya possibly think that when ya don't even know who YOU are!? Yer facade was pierced long ago Nikolai.... infiltrated while ya slept the waking sleep of ignorance. Ya feigned and postured, an' at times did it well. Problem is.......
(glares stoically)
MAELSTROM: ....feigning is a temporary resolve at best, its credibility always suspect when reality confronts it. The time to "get yer point across" as ya say is at hand. Yer talents at posturin' will surely be put to the test when we finally meet at Saginaw. Just try not to blink too hard when ya learn that reality has a new face..... an' it glares at ya through MY eyes....
(silence falls upon us as the light starts to dim, and once again, all that can be heard are the faint sounds of breathing as we ...... FADE OUT.....)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-26-02 AT 08:09 PM (EST)](FADE TO..... a black screen and an obscure sound. It has a rhythmic resonance with two pitches to it.... one just a bit higher than the other. The darkness dissipates some revealing a large figure in the middle of the screen, its massive chest rises and falls rhythmically and its at that moment that we realize that the sound we heard was that of breathing..... breathing from the same man whose face is still partially obscured by the shadows..... breathing from the man we know simply as......)
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MAELSTROM: I'll leave politics for the likes of you Nikolai, after all, you seem to be gifted with their most valuable ASSet.... defying and distorting the truth. As for my "pathetic attempts" to rattle ya.....
(shakes his head ever so faintly)
MAELSTROM: There were never any such attempts..... at least, not on my part. There'd hafta be a "mental challenge" of sorts to justify that, an' quite honestly, ya didn't measure up to it. I merely forced yer hand an' left ya blinkin'..... left ya ramblin' incessantly 'bout the same ol' recycled gibberish for lack of anythin' intelligent to say. Ya showed that yer inflexible, incapable of switchin' gears at will, inept at adaptin'......
(grins faintly)
MAELSTROM: Ya REALLY think ya know WHO I am Nikolai? Hell, how the HELL can ya possibly think that when ya don't even know who YOU are!? Yer facade was pierced long ago Nikolai.... infiltrated while ya slept the waking sleep of ignorance. Ya feigned and postured, an' at times did it well. Problem is.......
(glares stoically)
MAELSTROM: ....feigning is a temporary resolve at best, its credibility always suspect when reality confronts it. The time to "get yer point across" as ya say is at hand. Yer talents at posturin' will surely be put to the test when we finally meet at Saginaw. Just try not to blink too hard when ya learn that reality has a new face..... an' it glares at ya through MY eyes....
(silence falls upon us as the light starts to dim, and once again, all that can be heard are the faint sounds of breathing as we ...... FADE OUT.....)