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The Poster Boy for Second Place
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Topic Started: Jan 21 2012, 12:13 AM (245 Views)
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Nightmare
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Jan 21 2012, 12:13 AM
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The Bastard of the Dreadfort.
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Things never seem to go as one planed, as if they are pre-determined through karma and fate. Last week Gavin tried to give his all to Psychosis but once more fell on the other side of victory. For the past week and half Gavin had been thinking about that match, about the words he had let out before the encounter and the idea that maybe this was it. Slowly as we break into the frame we see Gavin’s hotel room, empty of Allison who’s back in Boston taking some classes at Boston University. As we enter an almost dark room, the only saving grace of light coming from the desk lamp and a television screen glowing off the wall it would be pitch dark. As the camera pans to the bed we see Gavin staring at the screen, watching some Canadian infomercial about bear repellent and maple syrup, but not too into it as a second later he clears his throat.
“Last week I made a vow to get Psychosis to apologize for his actions”
Gavin says looking at the ground, the television coming back from commercial to show his match with Psychosis on repeat on NEW A.M.
“I said words that should have been best left for a fairy tale or a fable that only the elders of some distant and far off village would say to the eager children. Last week I fought with every ounce of might I had to take on an old foe. Psychosis one again beat me, but then again who in New Era hasn’t beaten me yet?”
Lifting himself off the end of his hotel room bed he walks to the window, the reflection of the screen bouncing off the mirror, Gavin taking a quick look at it as he sees himself get hit with Psy’s leg drop.
“It’s been so long since I fought for something that meant anything that I forgot to care, I’ve taken the title shots and championship run’s I’ve had for granted. I’ve ridiculed desire as if it was some outcast red head with nothing better to do then play on their own on a broken down jungle gym.”
Looking back out the windows we hear as Gavin clears his throat as his sights set on his own reflection.
“I’ve been wrestling with my inner demons that I’ve been sidetracked by life. I’ve been nothing more than a ghost, a shadow of my former self and I would kill for those days back.”
Turning his back to the window Gavin walks back to the bed and takes a seat, his head hung in despair as he places his hands over his head.
“As I sat there looking at the ceiling roof as Psychosis was laying into me, making me another statement I couldn’t help to think about the hate I once had. With each shot I took from Psychosis it made me remember things. With each shot I wanted to watch oil liners rupture their boats and cover every beach I would never be able to visit with liquid decay. With each shot I wanted to put a bullet between the eyes of every animal who wouldn't fuck to save his species. And as I heard the ref hand slap the ground and Psychosis cover me for a victory I remembered how much I wanted to breath smoke.”
Tilting his head back up Gavin’s eyes catch with his own on the television before the screen cuts to another commercial, letting out a sigh Gavin stands back up and walks over to click off the television as silence quickly covers the room, but only for a moment as Gavin begins to speak once more.
“Last week I felt everything I have been trying to forget, through the broken lock I’ve found that my skeletons that hide in my closet have begun to overflow. No longer can I pretend to be happy when I am not. No longer can I try to maintain composure when all I want to do is hurt myself.”
Taking a seat back onto the bed Gavin runs his hand through his hair.
“Allison’s tried hard to guide me to better ways but she can only guide me so far before I just wish to become the monster that I know I am. Last week Psychosis helped me open my eyes to what I really am. I’m not some positive man who the fans love; I am merely the poster boy for second place. “
Letting out another sign Gavin lifts his head up.
“I am nothing more than a man who got lucky with victories over Xavier Magnus, I didn’t beat him I just bordered the lines of murder with the way I won my World Title off of him. This week I have Disturbed, the big, bumbling monster of New Era. Now last week I made a promise of victory, this week I am not promising shit. What I can say is that Disturbed may pick up a victory over me, yet another insignificant victory over an insignificant opponent.”
As if he is ready to end his little speech Gavin stops and stands up, letting a small smirk crack through his otherwise sorrow filled face.
“What I can promise is that if things go my way then I am going to make Mac Danny swallow his fucking teeth this week. Keep talking shit about me you stupid fuck, I want you to utter one word about me just so I can let you know why I call myself Nightmare.”
On those words we watch as Gavin grabs his hoodie and phone off the dresser and makes his way out of the hotel room. Slowly disappearing into the early Canadian streets his footsteps slowly drown out to nothing as the screen fades to black.
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