The Garden
May 26, 2016 19:49:29 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 26, 2016 19:49:29 GMT -5
{sorry how short this is. I was busy this week. Promise the next one will be much more grandiose}
Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moon light. They say he's not a good guy, but I'm worse. I have barely began my ascent and I have already grown to bloom. I have broken the norms and became the best. I have not stepped into your ring and yet it has already become My garden. The world turns and turns and turns and the sun shines upon me, giving me what I need to survive. I am the Rose, I am the beginning and end of wrestling history. What came before me is useless. Wrestling history didn't begin until my career started. For I am the flower that shall make wrestling beautiful once again.
A large red rose grows onto the screen, blooming beautifully to completely cover it before the petals begin flying off slowly has the scene changes behind it. Jackson Garrick is shown laying on a bed of blue roses, he wears a full black suit with a blue tie and blue rose pendant on both sides of his collar. Cassie lays next to him in a beautiful blue dress, her hair dyed with blue streaks down the right side. They both hold the others hand, a rose locked in their grip. His eyes stayed closed and he chuckled lightly has the camera zoomed in on his face. Garrick picked up one rose in his free hand and brought it to his nose to smell. He smiles wide and begins to speak.
"That which we call a rose by any other name would smell just has sweet. A statement I have lived my entire life questioning. You see, a rose's name is it's identity, it's creed. It represents the essence, the core of its very being. The word Rose is no longer just a name, it is the smell, it is the sweet. The same way that Jackson Garrick Is talent. Just like I am the embodiment of the Rose. A sweet smell, a beautiful look, and painful thorns. These are my creeds, my passion, my very identity is that of Jackson Garrick. But who am I? Who is Jackson Garrick? Well that's just it, I am nothing, I am everything. I am beauty, I am death. And yet, I am just Garrick."
Garrick sat up slowly and opened his eyes, revealing bright white irises, and a devilish smirk. He began to run his fingers through his hair has Cassie came into frame, laying her head on his shoulder.
"Jackson, these people don't understand. How could they? Your poetry, you're mesmerizing voice, it just goes over people's heads. Speak simpler for these low brow fools. Tell them who you are. What you represent to people like me. To all of your flowers."
"I would, but you said it yourself. You and I both know my sweet. That my words can be complicated for untrained ears. Can challenge the mind of those that challenge me. Like those of my opponent: Mr. Miguel Quesada."
Cassie visibly winces at the name has she looks up at her boyfriend.
"Don't say his name so loudly, you'll upset our beautiful Flowers. You know how they feel about talent."
"I'm sorry Beauties, I know his name is harmful. You see, my flowers are sensitive, they enjoy talent, they enjoy beauty, they don't enjoy... Him. People talk about his experience but I'll show you that I do it better. His rose has wilted mine continues to bloom. The sun continues to shine brightly and the rain always falls lightly. While your world is always storming. My work is never complete. I must get the weeds out of MY GARDEN, and cleanse wrestling of the useless waste that has plagued it. When I step in between those ropes, I enter my garden, and nobody else gets to raise there arms in victory when they are in my garden."
He seems to be getting more and more angry until Cassie bring a nose up to him. He takes a long whiff has he visibly calms down, the flowers giving him a calming affect. He smiles slyly and looks towards the camera.
"Miguel. Be careful. The most beautiful of roses, have the biggest thorns."
Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moon light. They say he's not a good guy, but I'm worse. I have barely began my ascent and I have already grown to bloom. I have broken the norms and became the best. I have not stepped into your ring and yet it has already become My garden. The world turns and turns and turns and the sun shines upon me, giving me what I need to survive. I am the Rose, I am the beginning and end of wrestling history. What came before me is useless. Wrestling history didn't begin until my career started. For I am the flower that shall make wrestling beautiful once again.
A large red rose grows onto the screen, blooming beautifully to completely cover it before the petals begin flying off slowly has the scene changes behind it. Jackson Garrick is shown laying on a bed of blue roses, he wears a full black suit with a blue tie and blue rose pendant on both sides of his collar. Cassie lays next to him in a beautiful blue dress, her hair dyed with blue streaks down the right side. They both hold the others hand, a rose locked in their grip. His eyes stayed closed and he chuckled lightly has the camera zoomed in on his face. Garrick picked up one rose in his free hand and brought it to his nose to smell. He smiles wide and begins to speak.
"That which we call a rose by any other name would smell just has sweet. A statement I have lived my entire life questioning. You see, a rose's name is it's identity, it's creed. It represents the essence, the core of its very being. The word Rose is no longer just a name, it is the smell, it is the sweet. The same way that Jackson Garrick Is talent. Just like I am the embodiment of the Rose. A sweet smell, a beautiful look, and painful thorns. These are my creeds, my passion, my very identity is that of Jackson Garrick. But who am I? Who is Jackson Garrick? Well that's just it, I am nothing, I am everything. I am beauty, I am death. And yet, I am just Garrick."
Garrick sat up slowly and opened his eyes, revealing bright white irises, and a devilish smirk. He began to run his fingers through his hair has Cassie came into frame, laying her head on his shoulder.
"Jackson, these people don't understand. How could they? Your poetry, you're mesmerizing voice, it just goes over people's heads. Speak simpler for these low brow fools. Tell them who you are. What you represent to people like me. To all of your flowers."
"I would, but you said it yourself. You and I both know my sweet. That my words can be complicated for untrained ears. Can challenge the mind of those that challenge me. Like those of my opponent: Mr. Miguel Quesada."
Cassie visibly winces at the name has she looks up at her boyfriend.
"Don't say his name so loudly, you'll upset our beautiful Flowers. You know how they feel about talent."
"I'm sorry Beauties, I know his name is harmful. You see, my flowers are sensitive, they enjoy talent, they enjoy beauty, they don't enjoy... Him. People talk about his experience but I'll show you that I do it better. His rose has wilted mine continues to bloom. The sun continues to shine brightly and the rain always falls lightly. While your world is always storming. My work is never complete. I must get the weeds out of MY GARDEN, and cleanse wrestling of the useless waste that has plagued it. When I step in between those ropes, I enter my garden, and nobody else gets to raise there arms in victory when they are in my garden."
He seems to be getting more and more angry until Cassie bring a nose up to him. He takes a long whiff has he visibly calms down, the flowers giving him a calming affect. He smiles slyly and looks towards the camera.
"Miguel. Be careful. The most beautiful of roses, have the biggest thorns."