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Do you know how it feels?
Topic Started: Aug 19 2012, 02:55 AM (137 Views)
Mark Saddington
NEWera Rookie
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The scene opens up with Mark Saddington sitting in the corner of Courtney’s bedroom, he just sits there in an old wooden chair looking over at his daughter who is fast asleep in bed watching and waiting for Rigormortis X to appear and continue the nightmares that he had been causing. Earlier he tried to get Mark Saddington to drink the poison that once ruined his life but failing in his attempt. Mark’s head starts to drop forward as he starts to nod off, he quickly snaps it back to keep himself from going into deep sleep and takes a deep breath and rubbing his eyes. The last thing that Mark Saddington wanted to do is full a sleep, he wasn’t going to allow his daughter to suffer the same fate he did. Trying to entertain himself he pulls his phone out of his pocket with headphones, not the big ear muff kind but the little kind that fit inside your ear. He taps away at the touch screen for a few seconds, finally he sees something that gets his interest and sits and watches a YouTube video. As Mark sits there watching, he at first gets a confused look on his face and then starts to chuckle to himself and shakes his head from side to side.

“Ignorance will be the downfall for all of mankind, and sure it affects more people that it does others. Duntan you are a prime example, over the past few days you have come out here with a film crew and ran your mouth and made yourself look like a complete tit. At first you get the location wrong; you mention a different place in England and say I’m from there when I’m not. Then I made you look like an idiot and what do you do? You come out saying stupid shit like Nottingham and Wolverhampton are the same, Care to explain how? I’m not going to sit here and waste my time, about the difference because nobody would care. You brought the jersey of the rival and yet you don’t mention their name. Why? Because again you have failed to do your homework and back up the crap that you speak again proving my point that there is no logic behind anything that comes out of that big mouth of yours.”

Mark shakes his head from side to side for a few moments.

“You say Dunstan that when you look into the mirror all you see is yourself and that I’m crazy because I see a cartoon and trust me Dunstan there is nothing cartoony about what I see when I look into the mirror. You see Dunstan you are too busy with vanity when you look in the mirror and instead of looking deep down inside yourself. You blind yourself with how good you think you look because you’re afraid to see the putrid, rotting core underneath.”

Mark chuckles to himself for a few seconds.

“You see Dunstan you are too weak to face that side of you, so you run from it, you hide from it. Instead of facing the hardest fight of your life, harder than any of those 'gentlemen bouts' you have ever fought. Dunstan you are nothing more than a coward with a funny moustache, nothing more, and nothing less. I have done some bad things in my life and I’m not scared to admit it, I’m not scared to face up to the demons of my past and nor will I run from them anymore. Those mistakes I talk about are things that are down to me and down to me alone, your ignorance fails you again because let’s face the truth Dunstan like everybody else, you fear what you don’t understand. You the sort of guy that don’t like to see things in any other light but black and white, you avoid the questions to which you have no answers and you act like a coward and hide behind your pedotash.”

Mark again starts to chuckle to himself, before pausing for a few moments as Courtney starts to stir a little and he doesn’t want to wake her. Once she has settled again Mark walks over to her and plants a kiss on top of her forehead before sitting back down in the chair.

“Dunstan talking about questions I think I have one for you. Do you know how it feels? Have you ever had to watch your parents die? To have to listen to their seering, burning agony screaming out for a help that will never come? To watch them lowered in a hole in the earth and disappear under the cold dirt, never to see them again? You won't ever know what that kind of pain is like, and having to carry that darkness on your shoulders for the rest of your life. Have you ever been taken away from all your friends to a different place and branded an outcast because your uncle had a different way of thinking? Have you ever been forced to sit in the shadows by yourself, with nobody to talk to but to hear your own thoughts about how you should have tried to help you parents? The answer is Dunstan no you haven’t, and yet you want to tell the world that I’m crazy that I’ve suddenly gone mad, that I need to be locked away in a padded room with a straight jacket. Why because you don’t understand the life that I have had and because I’m a little different and I’m not vain to give a crap what other people think about me, I don’t care if they make me look silly with a few comments about how I was wrong. If I was you Dunstan I would be embarrassed, your fist promo was that you spent so long getting perfect was ripped to shreds by me making two or three comments. The purpose of your promo was spun around and back fired on you.”

Mark takes a sip of water from the glass that he has placed on the little table next to him.

“You seem to think that everybody that goes to the bar needs to drink an alcoholic beverage have you not realised or done your research yet again to realise that I have had a drink problem in my past. I’m shocked if you didn’t know because everybody else seems to get it, and better yet wasn’t that the point you was trying to make with your 15 year old kid that you had die his hair green for fuck knows what reason, what is he going to do next wear red lipstick and say Why so Serious? I’m not tommy chuckles; I’m not ripping off the batman movies you spastic. I’m fighting to get these thoughts out of my head. Because you haven’t done your research allow me to spell it out for you.”

Mark again shakes his head from side to side.

“Dunstan have you got your note pad and pen handy you might want to write this down. You see a few years back I felt with every drink I consumed, all that pain and those memories would go away for a while. In turn, drinking provided the escape that I needed, even if it was all waiting for me the next morning. There were times that I too went to the bars and drank drink after drink and woke up with a hangover, but I didn’t cure that hangover with a glass of coke. No, that would have probably been the best thing for me to do, so perhaps that right there makes you smarter than me. You see I use to wake up the next morning and start it exactly how I finished it, vodka’s whiskey, beers, wine, bloody mary’s, Sambuca and hell even for the laugh of it I would have one bottle of WKD. I was like you Dunstan I only saw what I wanted to see. I could sit here and tell you and the rest of the world that if I could go back and change the things that I did and how I conducted myself I would, but then I would simply be lying.”

Mark gets up out of the chair and walks over to the window and looks outside onto the garden that is lit up with the light coming from the moon.

“You see Dunstan what has happened in my past is what has made me who I am today, I have finally learnt from the mistakes I have made and no matter how much temptation is sent my way, no matter how much I am pushed I will never go back to that life, I will never walk around the new era locker room the butt of all jokes. So go ahead ask your 15 year old to say his name is Mark and tell the world that he drinks beer, in fact I could go out and find a 15 year old girl to play you, because let’s face it your nothing more than a pussy anyway.”

Mark has a massive smile on his face.

“Dunstan I’m going to be honest with you because that is the way Brandon Sam’s would want me to be and because there is no point beating round the bush. You don’t belong here in new era, you don’t have what it takes. You have faced me already and lost and demanded a rematch because you wanted to right a wrong, because in your mind I got lucky, because in your mind nobody is better than you. The truth is Dunstan, I was the better man last time and I will be the better man after Vindication. Most people have heard the rumours that whoever impresses the big man himself will get a shot at winning a championship, and you can’t even impress a fucking retarded kid that find everything amusing. You seem happy Dunstan for letting things pass you by; in this business Dunstan you need to take every chance that is thrown in front of you. Do whatever it takes to make a noise, even if it is just a white noise. You need to be noticed; you need to stand out from the rest.”

Mark chuckles to himself for a few seconds.

“You see I’m a man of many ways of attack Dunstan. I can stand here tell you a good story and let people know what has made me who I am. Or I can speak from the heart and let everybody know what I think. I don’t give a flying fuck if at come the end of Vindication I don’t have a title around my waste, I don’t care if the upper management like me and to be honest they can suck my dick if they think I’m going to jump through hoops to impress them. I’m not a circus act, I’m not a hyped up monster that scares people into losing their matches. Cough Cough Luicfer Hawks. Dunstan all I care about is at Vindication my hand is raised in victory over you and I can shut your mouth once and for all, because you will know that I Mark Saddington is on a completely different level to what you are.”

Mark takes a deep breath in and breath back out, his warm breath hits the cold window and causes it to steam up.

“Dunstan you want to know the extent I can go to if I want to win, why you don’t ask the people that have been here awhile and ask them what I did to Big Phil. When you find out and you are horrified about what you hear, remember that he was my best friend.”

Mark turns around and starts to walk out of the room, but suddenly stops in his tracks and turns around to face us again.

“Oh one more thing Dunstan, it’s really important. Nottingham is in the East Midlands not the Midlands you dumb, self-centred, arrogant twat.”

Mark Smiles as he walks out of the room and sits down on the floor with his back leaning against the banister of the stairs and looks into Courtney’s bedroom and continues to watch over her as our screen becomes nothing but white noise.
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