The DrEaM Lost?

~Remember that DreAM you had?  You know the one where you didn't wake up at the end.  That DreAm that we all live.  The DreAm that we will become what our mothers want us to be.  There's something realized about this DreAM in time.  It is a lost DreAm.  An Enigma.  Mysterious and lost.  No one will ever know exactly how the DrEAm ends.  Or if there even is a DrEAm.  A great man once said...."I Have A DreAM"  that great man was killed.  Where's your DreAM now?  Your scene fades in...Halfway to a DreAM.  There he sits isolated.  Cold.  Dark?  The Green still shining bright for your eyes.  The Hazel still mysterious.  But there's something new in the stare.  I kinda distant lost look.  Almost as if he's searching.  Searching for his DreAm.  Or maybe even Giviing Up on The DreAm? My guess would be the latter of the two.  But who knows with this guy.  Hes sitting.  It's a dark room.  But he seems to be lighting it up wit a new Aura.  A new Era? New Pain?  New Agony?  New Suffering?  NeVer Die? He stands up and looks at you. If actions speak louder than words how come actions aren't as cool as they could be?~

(Chris)  Now. Now. Now.  Here I'am.  Once again exiled from the "rasslin" business.  And Why?  WHY???!  You ask?  Of course you're askin' why I can Hear YOU!!!  Well you see its real simple.  When I arrived here in the Newfound Wrestling Coalition I was met with one feeling.  That one feeling was sheer and utter rejection.  Now Now Now I understand that not everyone is gonna like me.  But, EVERYONE should.  I mean look at me.  When I look at this roster I look at guys like Ryan Knite.....And Laugh!!!!  Laugh at the look on his goofy face.  I laugh at guys like JUSTIN TIME!!?!?!?!?!?!  What in the hell is that?  Justin Time!!  Please.  How can I not make it in the nWc yet a flake like Justin Time gets revered as a SUPERSTAR!!!!  That's the feeling I got.  And it got me to thinking.  Thinking about the outlook on LIFE thinking about the outlook on my MyNd.  And I came to only one conclusion.  Everything in this world.  Is one of two things.  One.  Out For me.  Or two....Out For Me.  So I decided only one thing needed to be done.  And Here I 'am.  The one thing has been done.  I'm Back.  And I'm HERE TO STAY.  

Now now.....Let me get down to a few things first.  Ryan Knite.  Kill Yourself.

Justin Time....Kill yourself.  Hell I'll give you the gun...Justin Case....you don't have one.

Justin Evers....Kill yourself.  Don't you EVER tell me I "Need Time Off" EVER again.

Mark Sandewrs...Kill yourself....Because EVERYONE hates you.

The Entire nWc Roster....End your fucking lives.

Excluding me Of Course.

Now if you will excuse me I have some business to attend to.

~Fade out~

~Fade In...Lately he has been doing some weird things.  Like going to Rehab Clinics.  Only this time he's not checking in for once.  He likes to go there...and well how can I sugar coat this?  Ok...He likes to go there and fuck with the crack heads.  Sometimes you just gotta make fun of someone suffering from addiction.  There he is...With a generic news mic.  In a semi goofy News reporter outfit. He sits there with what is assumed to be a crack head.  It seems we have a false interview on our hands.  Does his mic even work?~

(Chris) First of all Mr. Smith I would like to thank you for your time.

(Smith) Y-y-y-your Welcome.

(Chris) Now now now, How long have you been suffering from this addiciton.

(Smith) Well for about Ten Yea.....

~Abruptly MIND YOU!~

(Chris) Hahahahaha.....You fucking Crack head.  You should just shoot yourself in the head.  You are so worthless it makes me feel twenty times more useful to the world!!!!!

(Smith) Please sir that was uncalled for....

(Chris) No.  Do you know what was uncalled for?....OF COURSE YOU DO!!!!!!  You are uncalled for my good man.  You and you blazing Crack addiction.  You and your goofy ass stutter.  You and your stupid pants.  I seriously hope you die!!!  Like for me can you do that?  Just Keel over and die?

~An orderly walk into the room.~

(Orderly) What's going on in here?

(Smith) This N-n-news Reporter is making fun of my addiction! Kick him out.

~The Orderly looks at him with a look of utter anger and begins to approach him.  But something in him suddenly changes.  He stops looks at him and smiles.  Smith with the look of utter disgust by now.~

(Orderly) Smith.  This isn't a news reporter.  This is Chris 'The Rocket' Fox.  Man!!! What is up?

(Chris) Pimpin aint easy my man.

~He reaches his hand out to shake...But moves his hand back in a slicking motion before the orderly can touch him.  Minus the Genie Pants of course.~

(Smith) This man made fun of me....An Ad-d-ict.  That is morally wrong. K-k-k-ick him off these premises.

(Orderly) Shit he shoulda made fun of that fucking Bubba Gump St-t-t-t-tutte too!!!!

~Smith is FLABBERGASTED! The orderly and he are enjoying this moment~ 

(Chris) He's right man. Where would the world be with out bumbling idiots like you?

(Orderly) Yeah on the Rill!!!!!

~He looks at the orderly with a look of confusion and disgust~

(Chris) On the RILL!?!?!?!  You sure you shouldn't be here with Stuttering Stanley here?

(Orderly) HEY!!!!?!

(Chris) Ho?

(Smith) Hip Hop Horay!!!!! Ho!

(All) Hey....Ho....Hip Hop Horray Ho!!!!

~Wasnt that CUTE?~

(Chris) Nature is so fucking Naughty!!!!!

~Ditto~

(Chris) Fuck you fags I'm outta here.

~What the fuck was that? Fade to Pickles...Asparagus...and Salad.~