[???]Everyone seems to be in turmoil now. Everyone seems to be fighting with someone or something. Whether it be internal or external, there seems to be a lot of conflict in the world today. Wars, poverty, INSANITY, all of them good reason to give up, to go home and forget it all. But you don't want to do that. You want to fight. You know you do. You want to help everyone. And so do we. We want to make things right. You want to make things right, so help us make things right. Take a stand. Show what you believe it. Prove me right. Prove that we, as a human race, can prove the odds wrong. Prove that we can do the impossible and overcome the unmoveable. I don't want to be proved wrong. I want to see every single man and woman out there doing their own part. Whether it is building something small int he community, tutoring young children at a youth center, or building the next Trump Tower. Everything helps, no mater how insignificant it may seem. Everything you do has an impact on the world we live in. It always has and always will. And that's because, we, as humans, CHOOSE to do good things. We choose to feed the hungry. We choose to look for peace in a time where anything but killing and battle seems impossible. We have the capacity in the mind to know what's wrong and what's right and we HAVE to use that to our advantage. We have to continue to fight the good fight and admit what we did wrong, only to fix the mistakes we made. We have to know that it's OK to screw up, as long as we fix the mess we made. But to understand that, we must realize that it is we who will save the human race from extinction. We will stave off disease. We will stop the wars. WE WILL SURVIVE...because we want to.[???]
[???]As the voice fades out, the view fades in. You can see that you are somewhere outdoors, in front of an old victorian style house. You look up and see a large white front to an almost mansion-like house. There are no neighbors around and so you look in front of you to see you are standing in front of a door. You knock on it three times, awaiting an answer. After a minute, a man comes to the door and slowly opens it, pointing you to the right. As you walk in, you look up and you see the ceiling has been carved into, making small, but eccentric desgins. You look to your right and left to see walls, made of wood, but not carved. The floor has been painted a dark brown as have the walls and ceiling. You look behind you to see the man urging you on as he closes the door. And so you journey to your right, through a large doorway and into an almost library type room. Shelves and shelves of books line the walls as you move onward into the room. As you walk forward, you run into something. You look up and you see him, sitting there in a rather large chair, his hands crossed, deep in thought. He looks up at you and laughs. Then pulls his glance down to the floor and speaks.[???]
Sane: You want to make this a game?! You want to laugh and joke, then lets. Lets pretend. Pretend you actually KNEW what you were doing. Think about what you would be saying. Think about what you would actually be doing. Think about who you would be. Too much thinking, too quickly?! Maybe you're too fucking drunk to remember yesterday, but I remember it fine. I remember EXACTLY what you said and did and I'm not going to forget it. I'm not going to let you forget it either, because I'm going to shove every word down your throat. You see, all you EVER fucking do is jerk around and joke. You NEVER take things seriously. Except, that is, when someone happens to mention the magic phrase. When someone calls you THAT it really seems to tick you off. It's the biggest insult that someone can toss your way. So maybe I should say it. Maybe I should throw you over the deep end, and watch as you experience MY life. Hmmm, you seemed to have fun pissing everyone else off with your idiotic games. So I guess I should say it. I should mention how you're a fuckin...wait, maybe I shouldn't. Perhaps, I should be a nice guy and leave you alone. Perhaps I should just ignore the fact that you completely laughed at EVERYTHING that I am. I should just laugh about all of this and your utter mockery of my fucking name. But then again...what if I said it? What if I called you the A word?! HUH?! I BET YOU WOULDN'T BE LAUGHING THEN! I BET YOU'D BE ON YOUR ASS CRYING! YOU WOULD BE SCREAMING AND YELLING JUST LIKE ME! YOU'D LOSE YOURSELF JUST LIKE I DID! AND THEN WHO'S THE COMICAL ONE?! HUH?! WHO'S FUNNY THEN?!...(Calming down)...But still, let's pretend that I never call you the A word. Let's pretend that everything is just as comical and perfect as you make it out to be. But then again, we could pretend that i'm not going to CRUSH YOUR FUCKING SKULL! Yet, that's just wishful thinking in an inferior mind, because we BOTH know that I'm not exactly HAPPY now a days. I'm not the happy one that I used to be. I'm not the comic that everyone used to know. The fact is, I'm not you. I may have been, but no more. I've realized that your life isn't going to get me anywhere. Cracking jokes may have worked before, but now it's come down to this simple fact. What's going to get me to the top?! What's going to get the gold around my waist. You're not. Joke's won't. Laughing won't. You want to win?! You have to be serious. Or at least, I believed that. Now, it seems like everything that I once though has been laughed about a mockery made of it. Hell, you, representing everything that I once was have done what I couldn't do. You've done it so quickly, too. Where it took me months of torture and hardship to get gold. But I guess that's what it is today. I guess that's the business today. I guess we have to pretend that everything will be alright...(Thinking)
...Or we could do something else. We could pretend that maybe I was right. That maybe this style and this way of life will always win out in the long run. Maybe, just maybe, after all the work, I've gotten here and Saturday is the climax, for now. Finally, gold, in my hands...Maybe...may..be.[???]He pulls his glance up to you once again, with a comical look to him, but it soon leaves his face. His hands leave their locked, crossing position and he places them on the arms of the chair He looks to his right and then speaks.[???]
Sane: So, you're back. Am I supposed to laugh? Am I supposed to cry? Am I supposed to get up and dance?! Or maybe I should just sit here and contemplate how meaningless that is to me. Maybe I just sit and wonder why it is you DID come back...to here, to my home. After all, you had your fun. You had your hurrah. You had your last dance. But then again, no one ever stays away. It's like an addiction, the fighting that is. You couldn't leave this game because you love it too much. You crave the constant battles and wars. You can't go without them. And so you came back, to here, to my home. My home, the place where I built a legacy and watched it crumble when he destroyed me. This is the place where I watched my blood and sweat roll off of my forehead. That sweat, that blood...THEY BUILT THIS PLACE! They were the corner stones of this place's existance. And I don't take kindly to you just barging in here and staking a claim like you belong here, because frankly, you don't. You never have and you never will, but still you came here, saturday, and took over a title, that you never fought for, that you never earned. You never watched your sweat roll down your nose and fall into the center of that ring. You never watched as a chair MADE HERE crashed over your head, spilling your blood all over MY floors. You NEVER did anything here and yet you expect us to treat you like one of the boys. Well the fact is, your ass has to earn it. Your ass to earn the titles, the glory and the fucking respect. And right now, you seem to think you have all of those. Well I'm here to tell you that you don't have ANY and you won't until you can prove it right there, in the middle of the ring. So you better wake up and stop dreaming before you get sent right back to the fucking home.
[???]He lifts his arms from the chair, examining them. He gives a satisfactory nod and then place his hands back on the arms. He looks around the room and nods once more. Then he glances towards the doorway as he speaks.[???]
Sane: You think that just because you show up and come to my aid that I'll remember you?! You think that just because you challenge "the great" Gary Brown, that I'm supposed to like you?! Well then maybe we need to play the pretend game with you too. But you don't seem like you'd be too willing to participate, so I'll tell you straight out. I don't like you. I don't know you. I don't care about where you came from or who you are. There's only one thing I care about and that's Gary Brown. But you seem to want to help me with that front, well listen to me very closely, I don't want your help. I don't want ANYONE'S help. I want to dismantle his old ass on my own. The fact is, I've gotten used to the screwjobs and the attacks. I'm not afraid of them or him because I know that he can't hide forever. I know that he WON'T hide forever. He knows it. I know it. You know it. So get used to it....Now as far as who you are, where you come from, why should this intrigue me? Hell, why should I know?! I've never seen your ass before in my life. But yet you still speek as if I should know your name and your face. And why is that? I've never known anyone outside of Mos...(Seems to space out and a tear comes to his eye)...Anyway, I don't need your help, nor do I want you in my life. I've started this thing with him and I plan on finishing, myself. No one is going to interfere with this plan. It's all set up. It's perfect. And now, you've got to face that. You've got to go back to wherever you came from and go back to watching me on TV.
[???]The man from earlier walks into the room, ignoring you and begins to speak to him.[???]
Man: Excuse me Vladi...
Sane: WHAT DID YOU SAY?! I TOLD YOU NEVER TO CALL ME THAT...EVER!
Man: I'm sorry, sir....You have a phone call.
[???]The man quickly leaves him alone. As he turns to his right, you see a table you never saw before and on it is a small black telephone. He picks it up off of it's reciever and begins to listen. You can hear the other voice.[???]
Sane: Who is this?!
Voice: Vlad, it's me.
Sane: (Face turns pale)What?!...no, it can't be. You're not supposed to...
Voice: It's ok, I'm here. You can talk to me.
Sane: NO! NO, YOU'RE GONE!
[???]He quickly hangs up the phone and begins to cry as his face remains pale. He puts his hands to his face as the camera fades....[???]
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