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Prometheus
Topic Started: Aug 8 2013, 10:05 PM (66 Views)
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     The sea of faces swirl; a crowded mall buzzes with life.
A diner of the top floor, the waitress curses as she drops a piece of pie upon the floor. An accident, but her manager won't see that. He yells at her, calls her obscene names, and drives her to run to the back with tears marking her cheeks. The cooks yell out, the food is ready. Everything moves like clockwork.

Adam sits at the table, peering out the balcony. Below him there is constant shuffle. A child chases a balloon. A salon clerk checks out for a smoke break. A man with entirely too much money to spend on his image marvels at his reflection. Endless chatter. Adam looks back at his phone, tapping his finger upon the table. The girl across from him, rubbing her knee against his. He remembers to calm down.

The phone rings.

He grabs for it, anxious. Across from him, Penny glares. He takes a breath, then calmly answers.

          "Hey, Mark..."



The Hammerstein Ballroom. Dressing Rooms.

"There is a story in Greek Mythology, of fire and defiance.
Of spirit and enlightenment. A story of a hero, cast down as a villain. Who gave everything for one spark, to burn eternal. The story of Prometheus."

The room is dark, dank, but otherwise non-descript. Gray, matted walls, chunks of cement falling from the outlaying edges. This is not the dressing room of the rich and famous. A poorly done wallpaper job along the far side. Aged and broken lockers in the immediate backdrop, while Adam Jones takes front and center in the camera's view. Here, TGD readies himself mentally and physically, standing willing to face this week's challenge. There is nothing glamorous about his presentation. This is all business for him. And here, he's made himself at home. In this abode of sweat and blood, permeating through the air in a stench so thick that it glistens in the light.

"The people who have watched me the longest, know
that I often speak of my brother, Matt.
He was the youngest of three brothers, my being the middle child and Mark was the eldest. Matt Jones, he was the idealistic one. The dreamer. He had this vision, this passion for himself, where he stood among the Gods of Wrestling. For him, the ring was Olympus. There was no greater place, and nowhere he'd rather be. He loved it. He lived for it. And he died for it. Truth is, I've never seen a passion like he had for this sport, and likely never will again. I admired him for that. It is nothing short of tragedy that his dream, his passion, his life, and his light... went out from this world far before his time."

Shadows dance along the wall, light flickering like fire as the bulb swivels back and forth. Back and forth. Adam Jones stands half-obscured in the shadow. His features hidden. Only his eyes pierce through the veil. Those stoic, icy blue eyes. His resolve shines in them.

"My brother Matt. He believed in this business. He believed in himself. And I believed in him. It's been the entire reason that I became a wrestler. The entire reason I gave up my life, and dedicated myself a hundred percent to this business. It's the reason my body is racked with pain. It's the reason I stand here right now. My brother dreamed of Gods and Titans, heroes of the ring. I watched him, and I was inspired. He had a passion, a fiery passion, that burned so intensely that it was a gift to behold. And so, to bring this back, there is the story of Prometheus. The Titan, who gave fire to mankind. Prometheus... it didn't work out so well for him, or so the story goes. But his fire was a gift that changed mankind, and endured forever. My brother gave everything for what he believed in, and though he can't be here today... his legacy endures -through me. Through the light of his passion, my own was kindled... my fire ignited. Which brings me to the driving point of this story... the gift of fire..."
Adam steps back, further into shadow. The light dims further. There is little more than darkness, but through that darkness... his eyes burn.

"My resolve, my passion, my dream -all of this has been put into question time and time again. I have been tested in ways I could have not imagined. I am tested every week that I step into the ring. I am being tested right now. There is a light in me that shines because of what my brother did, and there are those who have tried and are trying to see that light fade. Gavin is one of those people. RAW was another, at another time. And this week, I face RAW again. A challenge, a test...

     Light.
It flashes. In a halo, like a blazing dream that seems to complete everything. A candle can pass like a fading dream. But the smoke lingers, and the fire... it burns forever."

The light intensifies, as the room is engulfed with a sudden brightness.
And then...
     The bulb shatters.

"Matt was my younger brother, but he taught me how to be a man.
He taught me how to harness my resolve. And through all the tests, all of my failings, all of my weaknesses... I am reminded. I am reminded that I can endure. I am reminded that my fire will never go out. If even a spark remains, my light will shine. Matt's light. RAW, he tested me once before. But I showed him what endurance truly was. I showed him that I am not so easily extinguished. And though things have happened since, that hasn't changed. Fire was a gift born of Olympus. It was meant to share, and to burn brightly. And that's just what I'll do. Every week, no matter the challenge. No matter what happens. No matter who tries to put me out. I will endure. I will shine. I will burn brightly. Because Prometheus did not suffer needlessly. And my brother did not die for nothing. I am Adam Jones, and this is what I believe in. This is my passion, and my dream.

Stand against me. I dare you. Stand against the light."

In his eyes, an abyss. There, fire kindles.
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