Post by Joey on Mar 11, 2022 20:30:54 GMT -5
The scene is nowhere. Or the middle of nowhere. It looked like some sort of deserted park.. its as if people forgot this place existed. The grass is large and overgrown n yellow. The swings merry go round are rusted and squeaky. The swings go back and forth as f dome invisible kids were on them which makes it even more creepy. There is a sign at the end of the park. A homemade sign that someone panted and put up, It reads Orange and red only. Hmmm someone read my mind.
Orange and red.
(Redd is seen at wearing a black tshirt. Blue jeans, White low tops. His hair I pulled back behind his ears, he looks stoic, if nothing more.)
Redd: When I was a kid, I used to dream in black n white. It was weird. It was like those old black and white movies from back in the day. And weird cause Shadow was the one who was color blind. But it was me who had those weird dreams. Seems for I have always been plagued by orange and red.
Orange is a color of life, but for it has always meant that there no more. That you’ve given up. Orange has always been with me. And then Red. Red is anger, it means that I have nothing more than one or two feelings to give, or to have. Red is my name, Redd is my color.
And that seems to be all I feel lately. Rage, Anger, disappointment, sadness, despair. Its as if I am waging a war on myself and im losing. Im losing really bad. But then again there is no winning when you fight your own self, is there? No I don’t think there is. Just more orange and red. Always orange and red.
When my brother came to find me, it was a wake up call. It was a reminder that I cant run and hide from who I am. I cant escape my resposibilites or my promises. And I have many that I have to keep. Cept the promises I made to myself. Those I break. And I am tired of not keeping my word. I feel tired all the time now. I feel like I haven't slept in ages, and the sleep I do get is not restful sleep. Just nightmares and images. Nothing good, nothing I want to remember. I guess I am my fathers son after all. I wish it weren’t so. Just orange and red. He was like that too. More red than orange, and he took it out on his family. I wish I could of understood him more, but what was there to understand? He was not plagued by demons. He was a demon. The demons that followed him, consumed him, just like he consumed his drink. It made him go from man to nothing but a red demon. I do not want him to rest in peace, the exact opposite in fact. I guess its not right I talk ill of him, he is not here to defend himself. But what was there to defend? He became what was. And all he ever was, was just red. Till the orange took him and he stopped being.
And a part of me feels I will my fate will be similar to his. That when I end, there wont be anything good left to be said about me. Just orange and red. I not sure I ever had any other colors. Green was life, blue was to be a dreamer and be bold and brave, yellow was to be thoughtful and caring. Black was just the canvas that we were given to take or leave as we pleased and white is the color after its all over. The reward for those who embraced the right colors and moved on to that next place. That better place.
I am not the one who can bestow some words of wisdom. I am not going to be an old man who drops phrases that makes you think I lived a long fruitful life. Because I have not. I am nothing. I am nothing but my 2 colors. I think that's all I’ve ever been. Even as a kid. There was something not quite right with me. A deep sorrow that encompassed me. A dark cloud over me that kept me from the light. And like any plant, if it does not get enough light it will not flourish, but decay and stop being.
I see life through eyes that should of seen more, but I had blinders on and only so my colors. I could not be the man I should have been. I became Redd. And life has never been a joy. Its been more of a chore. Something to endure till it ended. And its such a waste, a pity really. To not live life but instead sit in my own orange and curse the world, curse god, and most of all curse myself.
I am nothing. Nothing but a bag of bones in a burial shroud of orange and red rags.
Now I come to Rumpke. The reason for being this coming Titans. My first real match back in SFT since my return. Last week against Twilight did not count. Not really. That was just me accepting the fact that I am indeed back in SFT. It was inevitable in a way. Just just happened to make it happen a lost faster than I anticipated.
So Rumpke what should I say? You and I are a lot alike. Both cut from the same cloth, both of us not happy till we self destruct. We are our own worst enemies. No one can hurt us more than how we hurt ourselves. Would you agree? And yet you are not fully covered in orange and red. At least not yet. Good for you. Keep that little bit of blue and green. Keep it close my friend. Hang on to it as long as you can. But make no mistake you do have orange and red in you. And a demon all your own, perhaps more than 1? You live the way you want, but it always get jaded and turned into something you did not anticipate. And things go sideways for you all the time. Not by anyone elses hand but by your own. That invisible hand guiding you always left and never right.
You have wanted this rematch with me for a long time. And I wish I could give you the Redd you wanted, the Redd you deserve. But all I can give you is the little that is left of me. And there is not much left. No, there is not much left, just orange and red.
You seem to think that there is some sort of way to prove yourself, but who are you trying to prove it to? Do you think beating me will finally get you over the invisible hump? Prove you are one of the greats? Put you in the same whispers and hush’s like all the old time legends that have been forgotten and faded? There is nothing to prove, not to me, not to the fans, not to the forgotten legends. Prove to yourself and only yourself. If you think you are not worthy then you will never be. If you think you have to beat someone so others think you are great, then you’ll never attain that goal. IN this life you only have to answer to yourself and that petty god, that one above all. And trust me God does not care what you proved or who you proved it too.
None of that will matter when you are up in the white, if you get there that is. That next place is a picky place, it wont let just anyone in.
(Redd laughs hard at that)
I don’t know If I’ll get in, I probably don’t deserve to get in there. Oh who am I kidding? I know I don’t deserve to be there. I will be in my orange and red, in this life and the next.
Once upon a time, long ago I was a monster, in and out of the ring. I feared no one, I lost to no one. And I was good for a fleeting moment. And then I stopped caring. And all I became was more orange. There was never anything special about me, just been around so long and around better men and better wrestlers that I sort of became a little of what they were. And now, now I am nothing.
I am sorry Rumpke. You deserve better. You deserve the Redd that would of climbed on top of a steel cage with and showed the world what we could of done. Ripped the heavens above and showed them that even 2 lowly men could create havoc and chaos enough to make angels and the one above cringe and cheer. Ah we could have been living legends if only for a moment. And what a moment it could have been. But it is not to be my friend. And I do consider you my friend, if I didn’t, you would of gotten nothing but orange from me, but this little match of ours will give me a different color if only for a few minutes.
I am not the man I once was. I will never be him again. Now, all I have to give is but a memory and a color, orange or red, you choose.
And when its over, maybe you will get that thing you wanted from me and yourself for so long. And if not, then oh well. That is life. WE cant always get what we want.
I am tired. I am sorry. I have to go now and talk to those pesky nightmares and dreams, and that demon. And wallow in what is my orange and red. I am Redd. Always and forever will I be Redd.
..Fade…to….Darkness…...
Orange and red.
(Redd is seen at wearing a black tshirt. Blue jeans, White low tops. His hair I pulled back behind his ears, he looks stoic, if nothing more.)
Redd: When I was a kid, I used to dream in black n white. It was weird. It was like those old black and white movies from back in the day. And weird cause Shadow was the one who was color blind. But it was me who had those weird dreams. Seems for I have always been plagued by orange and red.
Orange is a color of life, but for it has always meant that there no more. That you’ve given up. Orange has always been with me. And then Red. Red is anger, it means that I have nothing more than one or two feelings to give, or to have. Red is my name, Redd is my color.
And that seems to be all I feel lately. Rage, Anger, disappointment, sadness, despair. Its as if I am waging a war on myself and im losing. Im losing really bad. But then again there is no winning when you fight your own self, is there? No I don’t think there is. Just more orange and red. Always orange and red.
When my brother came to find me, it was a wake up call. It was a reminder that I cant run and hide from who I am. I cant escape my resposibilites or my promises. And I have many that I have to keep. Cept the promises I made to myself. Those I break. And I am tired of not keeping my word. I feel tired all the time now. I feel like I haven't slept in ages, and the sleep I do get is not restful sleep. Just nightmares and images. Nothing good, nothing I want to remember. I guess I am my fathers son after all. I wish it weren’t so. Just orange and red. He was like that too. More red than orange, and he took it out on his family. I wish I could of understood him more, but what was there to understand? He was not plagued by demons. He was a demon. The demons that followed him, consumed him, just like he consumed his drink. It made him go from man to nothing but a red demon. I do not want him to rest in peace, the exact opposite in fact. I guess its not right I talk ill of him, he is not here to defend himself. But what was there to defend? He became what was. And all he ever was, was just red. Till the orange took him and he stopped being.
And a part of me feels I will my fate will be similar to his. That when I end, there wont be anything good left to be said about me. Just orange and red. I not sure I ever had any other colors. Green was life, blue was to be a dreamer and be bold and brave, yellow was to be thoughtful and caring. Black was just the canvas that we were given to take or leave as we pleased and white is the color after its all over. The reward for those who embraced the right colors and moved on to that next place. That better place.
I am not the one who can bestow some words of wisdom. I am not going to be an old man who drops phrases that makes you think I lived a long fruitful life. Because I have not. I am nothing. I am nothing but my 2 colors. I think that's all I’ve ever been. Even as a kid. There was something not quite right with me. A deep sorrow that encompassed me. A dark cloud over me that kept me from the light. And like any plant, if it does not get enough light it will not flourish, but decay and stop being.
I see life through eyes that should of seen more, but I had blinders on and only so my colors. I could not be the man I should have been. I became Redd. And life has never been a joy. Its been more of a chore. Something to endure till it ended. And its such a waste, a pity really. To not live life but instead sit in my own orange and curse the world, curse god, and most of all curse myself.
I am nothing. Nothing but a bag of bones in a burial shroud of orange and red rags.
Now I come to Rumpke. The reason for being this coming Titans. My first real match back in SFT since my return. Last week against Twilight did not count. Not really. That was just me accepting the fact that I am indeed back in SFT. It was inevitable in a way. Just just happened to make it happen a lost faster than I anticipated.
So Rumpke what should I say? You and I are a lot alike. Both cut from the same cloth, both of us not happy till we self destruct. We are our own worst enemies. No one can hurt us more than how we hurt ourselves. Would you agree? And yet you are not fully covered in orange and red. At least not yet. Good for you. Keep that little bit of blue and green. Keep it close my friend. Hang on to it as long as you can. But make no mistake you do have orange and red in you. And a demon all your own, perhaps more than 1? You live the way you want, but it always get jaded and turned into something you did not anticipate. And things go sideways for you all the time. Not by anyone elses hand but by your own. That invisible hand guiding you always left and never right.
You have wanted this rematch with me for a long time. And I wish I could give you the Redd you wanted, the Redd you deserve. But all I can give you is the little that is left of me. And there is not much left. No, there is not much left, just orange and red.
You seem to think that there is some sort of way to prove yourself, but who are you trying to prove it to? Do you think beating me will finally get you over the invisible hump? Prove you are one of the greats? Put you in the same whispers and hush’s like all the old time legends that have been forgotten and faded? There is nothing to prove, not to me, not to the fans, not to the forgotten legends. Prove to yourself and only yourself. If you think you are not worthy then you will never be. If you think you have to beat someone so others think you are great, then you’ll never attain that goal. IN this life you only have to answer to yourself and that petty god, that one above all. And trust me God does not care what you proved or who you proved it too.
None of that will matter when you are up in the white, if you get there that is. That next place is a picky place, it wont let just anyone in.
(Redd laughs hard at that)
I don’t know If I’ll get in, I probably don’t deserve to get in there. Oh who am I kidding? I know I don’t deserve to be there. I will be in my orange and red, in this life and the next.
Once upon a time, long ago I was a monster, in and out of the ring. I feared no one, I lost to no one. And I was good for a fleeting moment. And then I stopped caring. And all I became was more orange. There was never anything special about me, just been around so long and around better men and better wrestlers that I sort of became a little of what they were. And now, now I am nothing.
I am sorry Rumpke. You deserve better. You deserve the Redd that would of climbed on top of a steel cage with and showed the world what we could of done. Ripped the heavens above and showed them that even 2 lowly men could create havoc and chaos enough to make angels and the one above cringe and cheer. Ah we could have been living legends if only for a moment. And what a moment it could have been. But it is not to be my friend. And I do consider you my friend, if I didn’t, you would of gotten nothing but orange from me, but this little match of ours will give me a different color if only for a few minutes.
I am not the man I once was. I will never be him again. Now, all I have to give is but a memory and a color, orange or red, you choose.
And when its over, maybe you will get that thing you wanted from me and yourself for so long. And if not, then oh well. That is life. WE cant always get what we want.
I am tired. I am sorry. I have to go now and talk to those pesky nightmares and dreams, and that demon. And wallow in what is my orange and red. I am Redd. Always and forever will I be Redd.
..Fade…to….Darkness…...
