Live Forever...???
Sept 25, 2018 14:01:46 GMT -5
Post by nealdurden on Sept 25, 2018 14:01:46 GMT -5
(Off-Camera)
“I don’t know how long has it been since I was last here…” I think to myself as I stand there, mere inches from the door that saw me enter and leave so many times before. Lowri is at a distance, she was the instigator, the primary reason for me being here at this very moment in time. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door… no answer. I knock once more, same thing. I turn around and almost begin a walk back towards where Lowri is standing, but as I do so the door suddenly opens. A familiar voice broke the silence with just one word “Gareth?” I stopped right in my tracks, a chill went up and down my spine. It was her voice, my sister’s voice. The last time I saw her, that I truly saw her, she was only five about to turn six… now… now she’s about to turn eight. I turn around and smile at her. Lowri waves emphatically at her, in fact, this is the first time Lowri has ever seen my sister in person. She runs towards me and gave me one of those hugs that bottle an eternity in a couple of seconds and then I asked her, “Are they home?”
That question took a lot of effort from my part to usher, I haven’t asked about THEM since I started on this journey as an 18 year old. I feared the reaction they might have once they knew I was going to pursue wrestling as my full time career; I feared they would see me as a failure and would outcast me… more than what I felt already. I didn’t want to speak to them, I didn’t want to see them. Yet, here I was… a prodigal son returning… HOME.
My sister nodded and she shouted “Ma’… Da’… Gareth is here!” As if it was a stampede my parents’ footsteps became louder and louder as it was evident they were running towards the door… then they stopped. Just inches before stepping outside where I was standing. Their starry eyes looking directly at the boy they raised. I waved towards Lowri and she came to my side as fast as she could with a smile on her face… for the first time in a while… this nerd, was… truly… at HOME
(On Camera)
The sound of a lighter snapping breaks the silence that had permeated through the scene up to this point, as the camera opens up we find Neal Durden standing against a fence, a cigarette between his lips, the lighter still on his right hand; his hair a complete mess. He sports a white “Live Forever” Neal Durden tee and a pair of worn out jeans. Durden put the lighter in his pocket before taking the cigarette away from his lips and exhaling; a wide smirk appeared on his face, in fact, a smirk like that one hasn’t been seen on Neal for a while, not since the days of the “Live Forever” motto. He flickers the back of the cigarette to let the ashes fall to the floor and then he breaks his silence.
Neal Durden: “There’s only so many drops of water that a rock can withstand before cracking… there’s only so much punishment, betrayals, attacks from behind, spits in the face, kicks to the groin, stolen opportunities, injuries… that a human being can withstand before cracking… you’ve done it. YOU’VE BLOODY DONE IT!”
Neal drove the cigarette back towards his lips, the sound of the raging fans inside the National Stadium in Dublin, Ireland flood the atmosphere and Neal can’t help but to smile. He then takes the cigarette out of his mouth and once more flickers it to let the ashes fall. With the same right hand that’s holding the cigarette he points at the camera and licks his bottom lip.
Neal Durden: “You… I hope you are proud. I hope you feel like your chest is about to explode from all the pride you must feel for doing everything you’ve done so far to me… to US… because you finally got us to crack. You finally got us to act just like you. THAT IS WHAT YOU WANTED, ISN’T IT? You wanted US to step down to your level. You wanted to see the good kids crack.”
A light chuckle escaped Neal as he moved back and forth in a frenetic pace. He scratched the back of his head with his left hand and then stopped just to break out laughing.
Neal Durden: “It wasn’t enough for you that we beat your ass back in March. No… no… you had to surround yourself with new puppets and come after US once more. You had to come for US… WHY… DOM? Are Lowri and I such a threat to you that you need to be the drop of water that kept hitting the same rock until it broke? Did you think, in your twisted mind, that making us do the same thing you do would give you some sort of advantage?”
Neal throws the cigarette away before turning his back to the camera and kicking the fence. He then grabbed it with both of his hands and shook it back and forth before turning back to the camera and smiled.
Neal Durden: “It’s bloody obvious you know nothing about us… at Capital Combat… you won’t meet the happy go lucky Pendragon… no, Dom… no, Annie… you’ll meet the diamonds that were created under pressure… you’ll meet the two bloody dragons who are more than willing to eat you alive… you’ll meet the Kamikaze and the Hard Hitting Bastard… I hope, in my heart of hearts… that you’re war ready and that your whole schtick is more than just child’s play. We’ll see you then… assholes….”
The scene faded to black with another loud cheer from the fans gathered for the first show of the Rose City Wrestling/Sakura Pro “She-1 Summit” tournament.
“I don’t know how long has it been since I was last here…” I think to myself as I stand there, mere inches from the door that saw me enter and leave so many times before. Lowri is at a distance, she was the instigator, the primary reason for me being here at this very moment in time. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door… no answer. I knock once more, same thing. I turn around and almost begin a walk back towards where Lowri is standing, but as I do so the door suddenly opens. A familiar voice broke the silence with just one word “Gareth?” I stopped right in my tracks, a chill went up and down my spine. It was her voice, my sister’s voice. The last time I saw her, that I truly saw her, she was only five about to turn six… now… now she’s about to turn eight. I turn around and smile at her. Lowri waves emphatically at her, in fact, this is the first time Lowri has ever seen my sister in person. She runs towards me and gave me one of those hugs that bottle an eternity in a couple of seconds and then I asked her, “Are they home?”
That question took a lot of effort from my part to usher, I haven’t asked about THEM since I started on this journey as an 18 year old. I feared the reaction they might have once they knew I was going to pursue wrestling as my full time career; I feared they would see me as a failure and would outcast me… more than what I felt already. I didn’t want to speak to them, I didn’t want to see them. Yet, here I was… a prodigal son returning… HOME.
My sister nodded and she shouted “Ma’… Da’… Gareth is here!” As if it was a stampede my parents’ footsteps became louder and louder as it was evident they were running towards the door… then they stopped. Just inches before stepping outside where I was standing. Their starry eyes looking directly at the boy they raised. I waved towards Lowri and she came to my side as fast as she could with a smile on her face… for the first time in a while… this nerd, was… truly… at HOME
(On Camera)
The sound of a lighter snapping breaks the silence that had permeated through the scene up to this point, as the camera opens up we find Neal Durden standing against a fence, a cigarette between his lips, the lighter still on his right hand; his hair a complete mess. He sports a white “Live Forever” Neal Durden tee and a pair of worn out jeans. Durden put the lighter in his pocket before taking the cigarette away from his lips and exhaling; a wide smirk appeared on his face, in fact, a smirk like that one hasn’t been seen on Neal for a while, not since the days of the “Live Forever” motto. He flickers the back of the cigarette to let the ashes fall to the floor and then he breaks his silence.
Neal Durden: “There’s only so many drops of water that a rock can withstand before cracking… there’s only so much punishment, betrayals, attacks from behind, spits in the face, kicks to the groin, stolen opportunities, injuries… that a human being can withstand before cracking… you’ve done it. YOU’VE BLOODY DONE IT!”
Neal drove the cigarette back towards his lips, the sound of the raging fans inside the National Stadium in Dublin, Ireland flood the atmosphere and Neal can’t help but to smile. He then takes the cigarette out of his mouth and once more flickers it to let the ashes fall. With the same right hand that’s holding the cigarette he points at the camera and licks his bottom lip.
Neal Durden: “You… I hope you are proud. I hope you feel like your chest is about to explode from all the pride you must feel for doing everything you’ve done so far to me… to US… because you finally got us to crack. You finally got us to act just like you. THAT IS WHAT YOU WANTED, ISN’T IT? You wanted US to step down to your level. You wanted to see the good kids crack.”
A light chuckle escaped Neal as he moved back and forth in a frenetic pace. He scratched the back of his head with his left hand and then stopped just to break out laughing.
Neal Durden: “It wasn’t enough for you that we beat your ass back in March. No… no… you had to surround yourself with new puppets and come after US once more. You had to come for US… WHY… DOM? Are Lowri and I such a threat to you that you need to be the drop of water that kept hitting the same rock until it broke? Did you think, in your twisted mind, that making us do the same thing you do would give you some sort of advantage?”
Neal throws the cigarette away before turning his back to the camera and kicking the fence. He then grabbed it with both of his hands and shook it back and forth before turning back to the camera and smiled.
Neal Durden: “It’s bloody obvious you know nothing about us… at Capital Combat… you won’t meet the happy go lucky Pendragon… no, Dom… no, Annie… you’ll meet the diamonds that were created under pressure… you’ll meet the two bloody dragons who are more than willing to eat you alive… you’ll meet the Kamikaze and the Hard Hitting Bastard… I hope, in my heart of hearts… that you’re war ready and that your whole schtick is more than just child’s play. We’ll see you then… assholes….”
The scene faded to black with another loud cheer from the fans gathered for the first show of the Rose City Wrestling/Sakura Pro “She-1 Summit” tournament.