[???]Why can't people stay to themselves? Why can't they simply live their own lives and tend to their own problems. Must we, as a human race, be so meddling? Must we be so interfering? We, as a human race should stay to our own, mend our own wounds, not cause others. We should do ur own will, nto that of another. But do we? No. We do others bdding when they waive a dollar sign in front of us. When we see a 7 figure bottom line, we conform to fit the employer's wishes. No longer must we do this. We have minds. We are not brainless simpletons like the apes or the fish. No, we were given a mind so that we could think for ourselves, so that we could decide our own fate, not someone elses. But desperate times call for desperate measures, right? Wrong. As one man once said, "two wrongs do not make a right." When the human race must do something because a higher-up tells them to, something is wrong. Somewhere, we took a left when we should have gone right. But we can't go back. We can't change history. We are the way we are for a reason. Maybe we have to prove ourselves. Maybe we have to show each other that we can be trusted and that we can reject one another when it is appropriate. If this is so, we must strive for it. We must strive for idviduality and break from confromity. For if we dont, we are truly doomed.[???]
[???]Why must everyone conform? Why can't they be themselves? Why can't they just walk their own path and stay out of everyone elses. But alas, everyone must screw with everyone else. Everyone must interfere. Everyone must stick their noses where they don't belong. But it's ok. We will recover...The camera fades in to show a dark, dark, black. You feel starangely alienated and as if there is no one within miles and miles of you. You feel nothing around you. It is as if the world has gone from you. You stand there, trying to grasp for some sense of reality, but nothing comes. You still stand there alone, trying, grasping desperately for hope. You try to reach for something, but nothing is there. You begin to worry. You begin to grown scared. You are shaking. A cold win sweeps by you and you shutter.[???]
[???]You still cannot see, but you try to force your eyes open. You try to pry your eye lids from shut. You want to see what's in front of you, but you cannot, despite how hard you try. You realize that your other senses are alive. You can feel the cold wind. You can hear the silent brushes of the leaves. But still, something is holding you back. Something doesn't what you to see. Your struggle reaches new hieghts and you are fighting with all of your energy to open your eyes. You try and try and try. You've almost got it...BOOM! Your eyes shoot open with a flash of white light, but there is a problem. You are still blinded. You still cannot see. The light has blurred your vision. All that you can see is a figure in front of you, sitting down. You cannot make out his facial features, but you can hear him.[???]
[???]You rub your eyes, trying to get a glance, but you can't. You try to see, and your view slowly becomes clearer. He is wearing black, against a gray backdrop and his breathing seems heavy. He is almost panting, as if he has just ran from someone or something. His hands are tucked neatly over his midsection and his eyes seem to be focused on you. Your vision begins to clear and you see him. You finally recognize him. He sits there, a new man. He has no name. He has no identity. I guess this is what he always wanted. No longer can he be called a rip off. His clothes are black, but the white bandages across his midsection, arms, head, and left leg are outstanding in the darkness. His eyes are still fixated on you as he speaks.[???]
Sane: No name. No identity. No chance? FUCK THAT! You can take away my name, hell you can take away my title shot. But you will NEVER, EVER, take away my pride. You will never break my spirits. You will never throw me aside like you have done to everyone else. You tried last night, but you failed. You tried to make me submit, but you failed. I'm sick and fucking tired of EVERYONE trying to take advantage of me. I've had enough. I know you had something to do with it. I know that you were in on it. You must have been. Why wouldn't you? You knew I was out for you and so you decided to take out a little insurance policy. I've seen what your sick and twisted mind can do. I'm prepared to do the same...Did you think that I wouldn't make the connection? Did you think that I would just pass off your little "business meeting" with him, followed by my "misfortune" and his appearance, as coincidences? I'm not stupid. I know that you're trying to get rid of me, any way you can. But you're not going to. You're not going to finish me that easily. I may be like this, now, but not for long. I'm getting better and better every minute. And with EVERY second that ticks, with EVERY hour that passes, my hate for you grows stronger. I grow stronger. You're not going to get away from me this time. I'm going to get you and then I'm going to make sure that you pay. You may not have taken me serious last night, but you DAMN well better take me serious tonight, because I am. I'm coming for you...Wait and see.
[???]He rubs his hands across his face, grasping for something.[???]
Sane: I see it, over, and over, and over, but I still don't believe it. I can't accept it. I was wrong. It wasn't him. It was you. It was you who did it to me. You ruined my life. You ruined my career. You ruined my one fucking shot, and then when I got another, you screwed me again. You ruined me again. I had my shot at the Number One contendership and you fucked me over again. And then, last night, after all that happened, you had the fucking audacity to put me BACK IN THE FUCKING HOSPITAL! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Did you think that I wouldn't see you, standing there, with that confident smirk on your face? And even if I didn't see the tape, did you think that I wouldn't hear it from someone? Why would you stand there? WHY?!...You know, I would've thought the person that has done all of this to me, the person that has caused me so much torment, would have been someone of intelligence. Hell, someone with some fucking common sense. And if you had any smarts at all, you would have stayed away from me. You would've done everything you fucking could have to keep me from finding you, but still, I saw you standing there, almost laughing. Didn't you realize what I was going to do when I found you? I've been saying for months was going to happen. I've told everyone what would happen if I find you. I figured that the person would have some sense to stay away from me, after all, you've never ONCE shown your fucking face. Every time you attack me, you do it from behind. You never let me see your face, until now. Why now? Why now would you show yourself to the entire FWF? You've admitted it. You've basically told everyone that you did it. But the question I have, once again, is why? I didn't want to hurt you, but it seems as though I have to.
[???]He removes the bandages from his arms to show that his arm is soaked in blood. He has not been cleaned since last night.[???]
Sane: You didn't have to listen. You didn't have to be that guy. You could've been the man standing next to me, not across me. But instead, you listened to him. You did his bidding. You proved me right. Your proved that I was right all along. You showed me that he can't do ANYTHING on his own. You showed me that needs someone to do EVERYTHING for him. God forbid that he should stand up for himself. But no, you have to do it for him. You have to fight his fight. You have to do his dirty work. Well, I will show you that you made the wrong choice. I will show you that you never should have thrown me through the window. You should've just walked away from him...Was it money? Did he pay you to do this? Did he promise you titles and prominence? Did he promise you that you would have your name in lights? Or did he promise you something else? Did he promise you something that only he can give you? Well? What was it? What was so enticing that you had to throw me through that window....I knew that when I saw it, it meant trouble. I knew that it couldn't have been good, but still, I stood there, just FUCKING STARING AT IT! WHY?! WHY DID YOU DO IT?! YOU'VE MADE A MISTAKE! I'VE NEVER BEEN SO FUCKING MAD IN MY LIFE AND YOU'RE NEXT IN MY PATH! YOU WILL PAY FOR ALL THOSE WHO HAVE DONE THINGS TO ME! I KNOW IT WAS YOU! I KNOW IT WAS YOU AT INSURRECTION! I KNOW IT WAS YOU THAT NIGHT BEFORE RISING SUN! I KNOW THAT IT WAS YOU LAST NIGHT! YOU'VE DOOMED YOURSELF! I'M GOING MAKE SURE YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU'VE DONE!
[???]He tries to calm down, and does so, but he is obviously holsding things in.[???]
Sane: You talked about a zero hour, well yours is quickly approaching. Your time is coming to an end whether you know it or not, whether you like it or not. You may think that your "new attitude" can save you, but as far as I am concerned, it has doomed you. It made you into a pitiful man. It has made you into a conformist. The old you would never have listened to him. The old you would have just walked away, he would have just told him to fuck off. But no, you aren't the same. Apparently, you couldn't hold on anymore. You had reached a point where you had to change. But you've changed for the worse. You've caused a detriment to yourself that only you can fix, but I don't see that happening. It's too late for you Trent, just too late....I've tried to control myself, but I can't. I tried to keep myself from exploding, but I couldn't. I used to think of you as a worthy opponent and a possible ally, but not anymore. I didn't wnt to think it was you, but the proof was there. It was so blatant. You were standing there just a short while after your meeting with Goldman and my eruption with him. Why did you have to do what he told you?! (Standing...) WHY?! WE COULD HAVE BEEN FRIENDS! WE COULD HAVE BEEN ALLIES! WE COULD HAVE SHOWED THE WORLD EVERYTHING THAT WAS MISSING FROM IT! BUT NO! LOOKS WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME! I'M PARANOID! I'VE LOST MY MIND! I'VE FINALLY GO OVER THE EDGE AND YOU'VE STARTED IT ALL! YOU'VE DOOMED EVERYONE! (Walking towards you...)I'M GOING TO MAKE SURE NO ONE PUSHES ME AROUND AGAIN! EVER!
[???]He pushes your out of the way and storms off, limping, holding his midesction, gasping. He's been hurt. The camera fades....[???]
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