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Restless Cowoby
Topic Started: Jun 2 2018, 09:15 PM (37 Views)
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Do Your Worst,I've Heard All The Brokeback Cracks
A slow pan opens up the screen; a lone figure sitting on a long stone wall in some official looking park area. It is dark; the mid evening air creeping in and choking out the day’s light. As the camera focus the lone figure can be identified as Alexander Owens . His shoulders are slumped a little and he is looking straight forward, straight faced and sternly, with the camera mostly focused on his left side.

Owens: I don’t get a lot of rest these days. Since becoming X-champion I’ve had a hard road to travel. Close to two months on the shelf; overcoming what could have been a career ending injury suffered in battle with a man I once called a friend; a man that swung chairs and split blood as easily as some throws a punch or cinch in a headlock. And where did I go from there? I brutalized...crippled... demolished a woman I considered my closest friend in this whole business. And why? Because that’s what I was called to do, because I just felt a little crazy and needed to let off some steam.

Two hands; calloused by years of dirt ladened and driven God honesty hard labor and work, sweep come up from Owens’s knees and sweep through his hair with the slightest tug. Yet his eyes stay locked into something in the distance; the camera transfixed at his side.

Owens: So yeah, I’ve not been sleeping well for a long time. Though as of late my sleep been disturbed by something else. I’ve rolled and rocked in evey bed I’ve laid in, walked along floor and carpet half asleep and totally made to point you can see the footprints I’ve let behind. And it’s all do to one person and one thought. That person is Ms.Reba Martinez, the quickly becoming infamous Barbed Wire. A man woman of the nuttiest level; a person...no...an entity of chaos and violence. Someone that should be feared and worried over. But that’s not why I’ve stay awake as of late.

Owens quits out and becomes still; the air seemingly around him doing the same. His eyes; locked and widened, never move from the spot they stare.

Owens: No what bothers me is what I gonna do at Summerfest. What am I gonna do when that bell rings and standing across from me is a painted up woman wielding a bat? What’s gonna happen when that ref clears and we get a chance to clash? I’m gonna tell you, Wire, right here and I’m gonna tell anyone that give a damn that’s listen.

Owens suddenly stands and glares right at the camera; his teeth bared and his face stoned and raging.

Owens: I’m gonna snap that bat of yours in half just like I’m gonna snap your back in half. I’m gonna wipe that paint off your face and cover in your blood. Not because I don’t like you. I don’t know you from Dick or Jane. Not because I feel slight or threaten by you. No I’m gonna do it because that’s just what I do. I compete. I dominate. It’s my passion. It’s my job. And Wire? In Portland on June 24th in front of screaming fans and wide eye wanders; you’re just gonna be another day on the job. And I not gonna sleep well till it’s a job well done.

Wiping a bit of foam from his mouth and spitting out the rest; Owens walks down the stairs, the camera following after him. As it turns the things that Owens had been staring at the whole time can be seen. It is the famous Angel of Peace statue in Munich; a fitting figure for a Catholic man that restless to praying to for intervention,for acceptance, for forgiveness.
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