Post by Joey on May 29, 2019 17:13:47 GMT -5
The skies seemed green instead of blue. The world was on its head. For a while I thought the world was ending? I should be so lucky.
No this is not the rapture I’m afraid just the air mixing with pollution in the atmosphere. I say this as if it were not a big deal. It is a VERY BIG DEAL. But those matters are left up to smarter and better men than I.
The scene is Denver, Colorado. You would expect the air up here to be clean and clear. It is not. No place in the world is safe. I rent a room from time to time when I am here. Its a place to get away. To be away. To be someone else for a time. Get lost, get found. Then lost again. Going to the hightower to find if I can see my way back home.
Home….home is where the heart is, so they say. There are places in the world where we can be free to be who we are. And who we used to be was family. That has since changed. Families change, families grow and begin to get smaller, till one day they get extinguished like a flame on a match. That has not yet happened to SFT. But it is close. Of course that brings sadness like all things in life, when all things end it brings a great deal of sadness. But this has been a long time coming. All things eventually have to come to an end. That is life. And life is harsh.
I was 10 years old when my parents passed away. I lost my father first. It did not affect me as much as the loss of my mother. After all Mother is the word for God on the lips of all children, big or small. And yet it helped guide me to another facet of my life. The world that would be my 2nd home. And later my first home.
I have seen too many ashes arise from this place. Soon enough itll be my final ashes rising up to heaven then falling back down. I fear death now in my older age. I fear it well. I do not respect it, respecting death would be foolhardy. No, you must fear it, know it, see it at the bend of every corner. I am Redd, last bation of darkness, but even I know you must fear death, those who do not fear it, will have a short life to be said.
At night when I sleep I see myself flying like a gull or a nightbird, flying high over an old ship. It sails out of the west I think. It sails on sails made of thin garment, silk perhaps? I dont know much about sail boats. There are two people on deck a man and a woman. But all this does is give me more questions than answers and when I dream I seek answers.
But I am not getting any answers either in my dreams. So what should a man like myself do? Stop sleeping? Stop dreaming? I saw that Rumpke finally woke up, came looking for yours truly. And he found me, oh he found me. He should beware though, waking a sleeping giant can and will always be dangerous work.
Rumpke what is it you are seeking? Do you really want to beat me that bad? I think you have beaten me before, was that not enough? Are you not entertained! Matches are a fleeting thing to me, I forget them as soon as I have them. They mean absolutely nothing these days. Just like dreams. I do not mean to belittle you or insinuate that you mean nothing to me, but we are trained that we have to move on, we cannot cling to a victory nor let a loss get into our heads. I have had so many matches that I literally forget them as soon as they are over. That is the only way for one such as me to live. Or exist.
But not you, you seem to let such things get into your head, into your mind and they wont get out. They haunt you, they taunt you, they dance in that dark mind of yours. Whispering things in your mind, in your ears and you think it is your own voice. No, it is not. But it is not my job to warn you of evil spirits of things of such matters. My only job is to show you that things do not need to be as they are. You can be more if you so choose. Or you can be less. I have chosen less. The choice in the end is always up to you.
But I think I should try and focus on my task at hand that being Jackson Kent. Our brand new World champion. Let me be the first to congratulate you Jackson. You got very very lucky. I do not think for one second you earned the title. Once upon a long time ago you might of earned it, now though we live in different times. You got lucky. Plain and simple. You have not been a world caliber opponent in years it would seem. And as time went by you got worse and worse and worse. Tell me I am a liar, I dare you.
But regardless here you are wearing the title. I specifically asked for this match, not to show you up. Not to show that I am better. I asked for this match as a way of showing you that we are not defined by one match. Hopefully Rumpke is taking notes. That we are not labled great or awful by one match. It takes much more.
The real question is going to be this, is Jackson going to try and beat me knowing that nothing is on the line and that this match for all intensive purposes is basically meaningless? That is where the true mettle of a person is found, when they try even when they dont have to. That lesson I learned from the other dinosaurs that have long since passed.
What kind of man are you? Are you the kind that stops and gives aid to strangers? Are you one who drives by without a second look? Are you a man who will do something even when you dont have to? Or are you a man who saves his efforts for only when they matter? We will find out soon enough wont we?
I guess for now these are my words.
...Fade….to…..Darkness…...
No this is not the rapture I’m afraid just the air mixing with pollution in the atmosphere. I say this as if it were not a big deal. It is a VERY BIG DEAL. But those matters are left up to smarter and better men than I.
The scene is Denver, Colorado. You would expect the air up here to be clean and clear. It is not. No place in the world is safe. I rent a room from time to time when I am here. Its a place to get away. To be away. To be someone else for a time. Get lost, get found. Then lost again. Going to the hightower to find if I can see my way back home.
Home….home is where the heart is, so they say. There are places in the world where we can be free to be who we are. And who we used to be was family. That has since changed. Families change, families grow and begin to get smaller, till one day they get extinguished like a flame on a match. That has not yet happened to SFT. But it is close. Of course that brings sadness like all things in life, when all things end it brings a great deal of sadness. But this has been a long time coming. All things eventually have to come to an end. That is life. And life is harsh.
I was 10 years old when my parents passed away. I lost my father first. It did not affect me as much as the loss of my mother. After all Mother is the word for God on the lips of all children, big or small. And yet it helped guide me to another facet of my life. The world that would be my 2nd home. And later my first home.
I have seen too many ashes arise from this place. Soon enough itll be my final ashes rising up to heaven then falling back down. I fear death now in my older age. I fear it well. I do not respect it, respecting death would be foolhardy. No, you must fear it, know it, see it at the bend of every corner. I am Redd, last bation of darkness, but even I know you must fear death, those who do not fear it, will have a short life to be said.
At night when I sleep I see myself flying like a gull or a nightbird, flying high over an old ship. It sails out of the west I think. It sails on sails made of thin garment, silk perhaps? I dont know much about sail boats. There are two people on deck a man and a woman. But all this does is give me more questions than answers and when I dream I seek answers.
But I am not getting any answers either in my dreams. So what should a man like myself do? Stop sleeping? Stop dreaming? I saw that Rumpke finally woke up, came looking for yours truly. And he found me, oh he found me. He should beware though, waking a sleeping giant can and will always be dangerous work.
Rumpke what is it you are seeking? Do you really want to beat me that bad? I think you have beaten me before, was that not enough? Are you not entertained! Matches are a fleeting thing to me, I forget them as soon as I have them. They mean absolutely nothing these days. Just like dreams. I do not mean to belittle you or insinuate that you mean nothing to me, but we are trained that we have to move on, we cannot cling to a victory nor let a loss get into our heads. I have had so many matches that I literally forget them as soon as they are over. That is the only way for one such as me to live. Or exist.
But not you, you seem to let such things get into your head, into your mind and they wont get out. They haunt you, they taunt you, they dance in that dark mind of yours. Whispering things in your mind, in your ears and you think it is your own voice. No, it is not. But it is not my job to warn you of evil spirits of things of such matters. My only job is to show you that things do not need to be as they are. You can be more if you so choose. Or you can be less. I have chosen less. The choice in the end is always up to you.
But I think I should try and focus on my task at hand that being Jackson Kent. Our brand new World champion. Let me be the first to congratulate you Jackson. You got very very lucky. I do not think for one second you earned the title. Once upon a long time ago you might of earned it, now though we live in different times. You got lucky. Plain and simple. You have not been a world caliber opponent in years it would seem. And as time went by you got worse and worse and worse. Tell me I am a liar, I dare you.
But regardless here you are wearing the title. I specifically asked for this match, not to show you up. Not to show that I am better. I asked for this match as a way of showing you that we are not defined by one match. Hopefully Rumpke is taking notes. That we are not labled great or awful by one match. It takes much more.
The real question is going to be this, is Jackson going to try and beat me knowing that nothing is on the line and that this match for all intensive purposes is basically meaningless? That is where the true mettle of a person is found, when they try even when they dont have to. That lesson I learned from the other dinosaurs that have long since passed.
What kind of man are you? Are you the kind that stops and gives aid to strangers? Are you one who drives by without a second look? Are you a man who will do something even when you dont have to? Or are you a man who saves his efforts for only when they matter? We will find out soon enough wont we?
I guess for now these are my words.
...Fade….to…..Darkness…...
