Post by Joey on Jul 23, 2019 14:58:24 GMT -5
There is no love left in me. Nothing but an empty shell.
The scene is an old ballroom,somewhere deep in the bowels of Alabama. The place has not been used in at least 60 years. There is dust and dirt everywhere a few upended tables and chairs. Lots of spiders on the ceiling a few mice and rats running around, it sorta looks like they are dancing. I can imagine back in the 20s and 30s the big bands that played here, all that old school music with a man on the mic singing, the men and women doing their best ball room dancing.
The women would of worn long elaborate gowns. The men in their white suits or tuxedos. Everyone with a cigarette in their fingers. Dry martinis on everyone's hands. Going dancing was an event, something you planned for weeks or months in advance. Here you would meet your friends and family, sit around at a large table, the waitresses would have a little box in front of them selling cigarettes and gum.
The place had so many lights it would of made you sweat after a few hours dancing or no dancing. The air would of smelled of fruit and alcohol. There would be a large dining room adjacent to the ballroom. This place is from another time, and another better time, long forgotten.
I myself was never much of a dancer. I never really saw the point of it. But I understand why it was so appealing. Your heart and adrenaline would kick in, you were gliding and striding and almost floating everywhere. It was as close to royalty as anyone would ever get.
Then time went by, music changed, ballroom dancing went the way of the dodo bird. And I wish I would have been alive back then. I think I would of looked good in a tuxedo. Plus I think life was more enjoyable and a lot more simple back then.
I would of liked to have lived back then, yes indeed. But I would also like to live now. But that is not happening. This ballroom reminds me that life is just one big dance. How you move, where you glide to, its all by the music of the orchestra. We determine how and when we will move, with ourselves or with a partner, but we are always moving always dancing. And when our song ends, we hope for another yet most of us never get a 2nd song.
And so I come to Jackson Kent, my partner for this particular song, dancing the dance of intrepid despair.
I have a question to ask you Jackson. Jackson are you worthy? I think the answer is no. You are not worthy. Everyone I have faced up to now have been asked the same question and the answer in one form or another is always the same. You are not worthy. You are part of the unworthy. Do not think of it as a bad thing. Think of it more like a footnote in your career.
Everyone reacts differently to the news, but one thing is unmistakable. We are all unworthy of this life. We have all lived down to our potential. We have all squandered our gifts. We took the wrong road. We made the wrong choice. We turned our backs on friends, family, and at times even God. We have done all this and more because at the end of the day we are all selfish.
We are selfish for only thinking of ourselves. When you are at the light and you see a homeless person begging for money do you give them a handout, of course you don't. Do you ever volunteer your time to help others be it a homeless shelter or humane society? Who has the time right? Can you be selfless? What is selfless?
Do you ever throw a piece of food to a mongrel who is just skin and bones, of course not, that's not your dog right? Do we ever think of anyone else but ourselves? No the answer is just no.
We are all that matters. Not the stranded motorist that no one stops to help. Not the poor hitchhiker in the middle of nowhere. There is so much ugliness in this world and we just help to make it uglier. We infest this world, infect it, damage it, we destroy it, and through it all not a one cares. Not a one feels bad.
How many friends have you had turn their backs on you. How many have you turned your back on? How many times did we pave our way to hell with good intentions? My intention is clear. I am here to take out those who would sully what is left of SFT and the world in general.
Now make no mistake I am the most unworthy. My sins go farther than most. Without sounding like a cliché. My life more than most has been mistake on top of mistake. And never once did I ever learn a thing. My life has gone awry. Stuck in the same gear for as long as I can remember. A friend once told me how would I like it I he went personal on me. He never let me answer. I would say yes, go for it, because there is no way you could be harsher on me than I am myself.
My sins are there for all to see. My mistakes carried on my sleeve. I own up to them, because they are me and I am them.
And then there are some people who pollute their bodies and minds, till it consumes their very soul. And they are also unworthy. There are people who are so disconnected from the world and their reality that they spend every moment of every day stuck in that same cycle.
No amount of prayer, no amount of help from family, friends of God himself can make someone worthy. This world belongs to us and we are all unworthy. Every man woman and child, unworthy or soon to be unworthy.
And I am looking for a fight its the only thing that can make me forget. I thought Rumpke would welcome the fight, I was wrong. Robert Saints proved to be most unworthy. And I wonder if Jackson Kent will wake up from his daze or the celebrating the fact that he is still somehow the IC Champion.
We are all but pawns in the game that God has created. But he created us to be worthy, we in turn chose to be unworthy of our own volition. It is a sad state in which we live in.
And I think it me who is now broken. All I see is the awful filth that inhabits us and this world. There is no longer any good in the world. I would weep except I haven't shed a tear since I was a child. I doubt I would be able to feel anything these days other than hate and despair. I have enough loathing for myself to go around. And I look for the light, I look for the good. And I see none. I feel none. I am so jaded. I feel so lost. And I lay on my bed staring at the TV wondering how I got to this point. And I am old now. Older than I thought I would ever get to. And I realize that I have no wife, no child to have raised as my own. No family left. And as sad as it is to say, if I disappear tomorrow I doubt anyone would ask whatever became of me.
And yet here I am. Still breathing. Still hating. Still banging my chest saying something completely meaningless. Laughing inside as to how empty my life has become. I was happier working at Denny's and Peter Piper Pizza back when I was a kid than I am today.
The world holds no joy, and its not the worlds fault. You cant blame every single person for the world being unworthy. But I can blame myself. Hold myself to a different standard. Hold those around me to a different standard.
So Jackson, you will be no different. You will be held accountable. You will be weighed and judged. You will tested. And should you fail. You will be marked as unworthy as myself. Do you understand? Do you accept? Do you come into our match willingly and of your own choices? Or will I have to drag you from your self polluted evolution and into my world.
This ballroom is mine, it is a reminder that although the past was beautiful and wonderful. Nothing lasts forever and times change, people change, people pass away, people get lost or forgotten and then, then we are left with just ashes of a world gone by. Ashes and ghosts dancing in an empty ballroom, still trying to get that one final dance.
That is it for me.
..Fade...to….Darkness…...
The scene is an old ballroom,somewhere deep in the bowels of Alabama. The place has not been used in at least 60 years. There is dust and dirt everywhere a few upended tables and chairs. Lots of spiders on the ceiling a few mice and rats running around, it sorta looks like they are dancing. I can imagine back in the 20s and 30s the big bands that played here, all that old school music with a man on the mic singing, the men and women doing their best ball room dancing.
The women would of worn long elaborate gowns. The men in their white suits or tuxedos. Everyone with a cigarette in their fingers. Dry martinis on everyone's hands. Going dancing was an event, something you planned for weeks or months in advance. Here you would meet your friends and family, sit around at a large table, the waitresses would have a little box in front of them selling cigarettes and gum.
The place had so many lights it would of made you sweat after a few hours dancing or no dancing. The air would of smelled of fruit and alcohol. There would be a large dining room adjacent to the ballroom. This place is from another time, and another better time, long forgotten.
I myself was never much of a dancer. I never really saw the point of it. But I understand why it was so appealing. Your heart and adrenaline would kick in, you were gliding and striding and almost floating everywhere. It was as close to royalty as anyone would ever get.
Then time went by, music changed, ballroom dancing went the way of the dodo bird. And I wish I would have been alive back then. I think I would of looked good in a tuxedo. Plus I think life was more enjoyable and a lot more simple back then.
I would of liked to have lived back then, yes indeed. But I would also like to live now. But that is not happening. This ballroom reminds me that life is just one big dance. How you move, where you glide to, its all by the music of the orchestra. We determine how and when we will move, with ourselves or with a partner, but we are always moving always dancing. And when our song ends, we hope for another yet most of us never get a 2nd song.
And so I come to Jackson Kent, my partner for this particular song, dancing the dance of intrepid despair.
I have a question to ask you Jackson. Jackson are you worthy? I think the answer is no. You are not worthy. Everyone I have faced up to now have been asked the same question and the answer in one form or another is always the same. You are not worthy. You are part of the unworthy. Do not think of it as a bad thing. Think of it more like a footnote in your career.
Everyone reacts differently to the news, but one thing is unmistakable. We are all unworthy of this life. We have all lived down to our potential. We have all squandered our gifts. We took the wrong road. We made the wrong choice. We turned our backs on friends, family, and at times even God. We have done all this and more because at the end of the day we are all selfish.
We are selfish for only thinking of ourselves. When you are at the light and you see a homeless person begging for money do you give them a handout, of course you don't. Do you ever volunteer your time to help others be it a homeless shelter or humane society? Who has the time right? Can you be selfless? What is selfless?
Do you ever throw a piece of food to a mongrel who is just skin and bones, of course not, that's not your dog right? Do we ever think of anyone else but ourselves? No the answer is just no.
We are all that matters. Not the stranded motorist that no one stops to help. Not the poor hitchhiker in the middle of nowhere. There is so much ugliness in this world and we just help to make it uglier. We infest this world, infect it, damage it, we destroy it, and through it all not a one cares. Not a one feels bad.
How many friends have you had turn their backs on you. How many have you turned your back on? How many times did we pave our way to hell with good intentions? My intention is clear. I am here to take out those who would sully what is left of SFT and the world in general.
Now make no mistake I am the most unworthy. My sins go farther than most. Without sounding like a cliché. My life more than most has been mistake on top of mistake. And never once did I ever learn a thing. My life has gone awry. Stuck in the same gear for as long as I can remember. A friend once told me how would I like it I he went personal on me. He never let me answer. I would say yes, go for it, because there is no way you could be harsher on me than I am myself.
My sins are there for all to see. My mistakes carried on my sleeve. I own up to them, because they are me and I am them.
And then there are some people who pollute their bodies and minds, till it consumes their very soul. And they are also unworthy. There are people who are so disconnected from the world and their reality that they spend every moment of every day stuck in that same cycle.
No amount of prayer, no amount of help from family, friends of God himself can make someone worthy. This world belongs to us and we are all unworthy. Every man woman and child, unworthy or soon to be unworthy.
And I am looking for a fight its the only thing that can make me forget. I thought Rumpke would welcome the fight, I was wrong. Robert Saints proved to be most unworthy. And I wonder if Jackson Kent will wake up from his daze or the celebrating the fact that he is still somehow the IC Champion.
We are all but pawns in the game that God has created. But he created us to be worthy, we in turn chose to be unworthy of our own volition. It is a sad state in which we live in.
And I think it me who is now broken. All I see is the awful filth that inhabits us and this world. There is no longer any good in the world. I would weep except I haven't shed a tear since I was a child. I doubt I would be able to feel anything these days other than hate and despair. I have enough loathing for myself to go around. And I look for the light, I look for the good. And I see none. I feel none. I am so jaded. I feel so lost. And I lay on my bed staring at the TV wondering how I got to this point. And I am old now. Older than I thought I would ever get to. And I realize that I have no wife, no child to have raised as my own. No family left. And as sad as it is to say, if I disappear tomorrow I doubt anyone would ask whatever became of me.
And yet here I am. Still breathing. Still hating. Still banging my chest saying something completely meaningless. Laughing inside as to how empty my life has become. I was happier working at Denny's and Peter Piper Pizza back when I was a kid than I am today.
The world holds no joy, and its not the worlds fault. You cant blame every single person for the world being unworthy. But I can blame myself. Hold myself to a different standard. Hold those around me to a different standard.
So Jackson, you will be no different. You will be held accountable. You will be weighed and judged. You will tested. And should you fail. You will be marked as unworthy as myself. Do you understand? Do you accept? Do you come into our match willingly and of your own choices? Or will I have to drag you from your self polluted evolution and into my world.
This ballroom is mine, it is a reminder that although the past was beautiful and wonderful. Nothing lasts forever and times change, people change, people pass away, people get lost or forgotten and then, then we are left with just ashes of a world gone by. Ashes and ghosts dancing in an empty ballroom, still trying to get that one final dance.
That is it for me.
..Fade...to….Darkness…...
