Post by Noah Mackenzie on Mar 1, 2014 22:23:26 GMT -5
“Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed
With the echoes from the amplifiers ringin in your head
You smoke the day’s last cigarette
Remembering what she said…”[/color]
* Off Camera *
The air is cool and crisp, typical signs of winter, even for this dusty Texas town. This time of night, nobody is around except the occasional passer by here and there. Sitting on the balcony, overlooking the city with yet another cancer stick clenched between his teeth is Noah Mackenzie. The cool air sends chills down his spine as it weaves through his slick wet hair. It’s the same thing every night before a match, staying up until dawn, trying to escape the chaos of his life away from the ring by drawing anything and everything that comes to mind, no matter how twisted it may appear when he’s finished.
As the lead scratches across the paper, Noah remains silent, listening to the whispers in the wind as they attempt to snatch him from his solitude. Every line he draws delves a little deeper into his psyche, bringing even his deepest fear to reality before his very eyes. The only thing on his mind tonight was war. At Massacre, he was going to face a career defining war, and at this point, it was time to shit or get off the pot.
The back and forth between himself and Kenshin has made the tension almost visible as the implications have grown beyond that of the OCW Internet Championship. Things are quickly becoming personal, and anybody with half a brain about this world knows that personal isn’t good business. No matter how much he was trying tonight, Noah couldn’t escape Kenshin’s voice, whispering in his ear like some sort of demon.
He’d faced men like this before, but for some reason, things were different. Noah couldn’t put his finger on it for sure, but as the clock winds down, the more agitated Noah gets. Finally he is pulled from his own little world as a knock is heard at the door. Turning to look, he notices that Miranda is nowhere to be found. “What the fuck…” He says through clenched teeth as he tosses the sketchpad aside, then climbs to his feet, then moves towards the door. “Someone had better be dead, because if no, they’re going to be.”
As he turns the knob, the door is thrown open, blowing him back against the dresser. Before Noah has a chance to get his wits about him, he feels the hand wrap around his throat and slam him to the floor. Coughing, and fighting for air, Noah struggles to get free, unable to see his assailant from the tears in his eyes blurring his vision. As he feels the icy grip of death beginning to wrap around his ankles, he desperately flails around, hoping to find something to grab to get him out of this.
“You thought I forgot about you didn’t you Noah? Now what do you have to say for yourself? No witty shit talking now huh?”
The raspy growl was even more disorienting as Noah attempted to decipher it while struggling for his life. The fight is draining from him as his eyes begin to grow heavy, his breath becoming faint, almost nonexistent as the world around him began to grow dark.
“Now it’s your turn to die you cowardly bastard!”
Suddenly, a loud crash is heard and Noah’s lungs begin to burn with the rush of air flooding into them. As he begins gasping and coughing, he feels the grip on his throat has gone, though he is still unable to see.
“Holy shit Noah! Oh my god, are you okay?!”
Still unable to see and coughing enough to beat the band, he feels a pair of soft, warm arms wrap around his head, pulling him close and cradling him.
“Please stay with me Noah, I can’t lose you!”
Her voice is his beacon, leading him back to the land of the living as he struggles to catch his breath.
“Somebody help! Anybody! If you can hear me, help!”
After what seemed like an eternity, Noah finally came to, still lying in the floor, his head in Miranda’s lap. As he finally gains a little focus in his vision, he sees the tears streaming down her cheeks, some of the falling onto his forehead. As she notices his eyes opening, out of pure excitement, she pulls him closer, choking him again. “Oh thank god! Noah! Noah!”
He quickly taps out, his muscles tightening as he struggles for air once more.
“Oh shit, I’m so sorry!” she says as she lets him go, grabbing his face, then kissing him over and over again. Finally getting up onto his elbows, Noah sits up, shaking his head, then scanning the room to find his assailant still lying on the floor near him.
“That mother fucker!” Before saying another word, Noah moves over, grabbing the man and driving his fist into his face again and again until Miranda finally pulls him off! After gaining his composure, Noah moves towards the man again, pulling off the black ski mask he was wearing. When he revealed the man’s face, all color left Noah’s body as he fell back, sliding against the wall in terror. A cough and a sputter later, the man slowly began to move, looking over at Noah with a bloody and quickly bruising grin. ”Will…”
Noah looks like he seen a ghost as he stares into the face of his brother Will Mackenzie…
* On Camera *
The camera opens to show Noah Mackenzie sitting in his dressing room wearing nothing but a pair of black and red Tripp shorts, his skin still wet from the shower he had just taken. For the first time in what seems like forever, Noah’s face is not one of confidence, but of stoic determination and intensity. Looking over at the camera, he shakes his head in contempt, then begins to speak.
“This is what’s it’s all come down to Kenshin. All week, you and I had our verbal tango, and it’s all been leading up to this. Ever since Resurrection, you and I have been set on a collision course that would rival most car crashes, and from the way things are shaping up, it looks like we won’t disappoint. You have said what you need to say, now it’s time for me to drive the final nail in your coffin. All week, I have had to listen to you spill a heap of mindless self indulgence, and honestly, I couldn’t be happier to know that it’s come to an end. In just a few days time, you and I are going to climb into that ring and we’re going to let out actions tell the story we’ve been trying to find the words for. Normally, this would be the point where I would bring all the bells and whistles, unloading every catchphrase I have upon you and every witty comeback, but this week? This week, I’ve got something more personal in mind.”
Running his fingers through his hair, Noah lets out a sigh as his eyes wander to the floor at his feet before he continues on.
“All week I have been telling you that I am the best in the world, and all week you’ve been begging me to prove it. Trust me Kenshin, you need to be very careful what you wish for, because this time, it’s exactly what you’re going to get. When this all began, I was looking forward to simply beating you so you no longer had a leg to stand on when my name came up in conversation. With the way things have played out however, I’m looking to send a bigger message at your expense. I intend to hurt you Kenshin. I aim to do the kind of lasting damage that will haunt you for what’s left of you career. Everyday when you wake up, I want you to think of me. I want you to remember every word you said leading up to Massacre and I want you to choke on every one of them as I shove them down your throat. At this point, the OCW Internet Championship is merely a bonus that’s going to come along with your destruction.”
Noah finally brings his head up as he rises to his feet. He then rolls his shoulders forward, the audible popping of the joints breaking the silence before he turns and continues to speak.
“Out of all of the many monikers I have earned in my time in this industry, none of them have been closer to the truth than when they have called me the Messiah of Mayhem, and I will demonstrate why at Massacre. I am chaos incarnate, and when that bell rings Monday night, you are going to find out what that means to the fullest extent imaginable. You have allowed your mouth to write a check that your ass won’t be able to cash, and I want to make damn sure that you are aware that what happens to you inside that ring is your own fault Kenshin. You call my honor into question and I couldn’t care less, trust me. You claim to be my superior, and honestly, if I had a dollar for every loud mouth nobody that has said that to me, I’d be sending a few strippers to college.”
Noah moves closer to the camera now, his the guttural tone of his voice unlike anything that has left his lips before in OCW.
“Your biggest mistake Kenshin is that you’re too clever for your own good. Everytime I tried to warn you, you delved into the deepest reaches of your intellect to try to fire back with something of relevance. The fact that you have struggled and fought so hard to match wits with me this week would normally be mildly entertaining, but in your case, I find it downright repulsive. At Massacre Kenshin, I’m going to do what I should have done at Resurrection to prevent this, and I’m going to shut your mouth for you since you can’t seem to do it yourself. When it is all said and done my friend, you will be lucky to walk out Lubbock on your own, let alone be able to say anything more to me, do you understand me? When I leave that ring with the Internet Championship in one hand and your dignity in the other, what will you say then? What will be left for you to say when you are forced to go to sleep knowing that you could have prevented it all by just keeping your mouth shut? It was all fun and games this week, but unfortunately Kenshin, I’m not laughing.”
Noah glides across the floor now, his eyes never leaving the camera as he nears the bench where his duffel bag sits.
“I hope you’re proud of yourself Kenshin. I hope deep down in your heart of hearts that you got what you wanted out of this week, because what comes next will not be for the faint of heart. Let’s set my alliance with Mr. Reed aside for a moment. Let’s not even factor Miranda into the equation either. When you look at the two of us, what is it you truly see? From what I’ve gathered, you see two men with their hearts set on the same goal, preparing to battle it out to find out who wants it more. You couldn’t be further from the truth. You want to be able to look yourself in the mirror and know that all your hard work is finally paying off. You want to walk down to that ring with your head held high and the Internet Championship securely around your waist. I respect that about you Kenshin. If nothing else, you’re persistent. What I want is a horse of a different color. I want war. I want devastation. I want to leave Lubbock with the satisfaction of knowing that I have taken you to your limits, then tossed you over the edge. I want to hear you scream for mercy, begging for it all to end, only for me to raise you up, and drop you on your head, sealing your fate, and beginning my reign of chaos. Simply put Kenshin, I want nothing short of total anarchy.”
Reaching into the duffel bag now as he approaches it, Noah begins to pull his wrestling gear out, setting it on the bench beside the bag, piece by piece.
“The time for talking has come and gone, and now there’s nothing left but action. In just a few days, you are going to get a crash course in punishment. When that bell rings, you are going to find out first hand why I have been labeled as the most dangerous man in professional wrestling. Me on my worst day is still twice the man you are at your best Kenshin, and at Massacre, I’m going to demonstrate why. You’ve made your bed Kenshin, now it’s time I tuck you in… Now I lay you down to sleep, the canvas mat your head will meet. If you survive inside my wake, your dreams of gold I’ll come and take… The devil’s at you door Kenshin… Are you dumb enough to answer?”
Click.Buzz.Fade.
With the echoes from the amplifiers ringin in your head
You smoke the day’s last cigarette
Remembering what she said…”[/color]
* Off Camera *
The air is cool and crisp, typical signs of winter, even for this dusty Texas town. This time of night, nobody is around except the occasional passer by here and there. Sitting on the balcony, overlooking the city with yet another cancer stick clenched between his teeth is Noah Mackenzie. The cool air sends chills down his spine as it weaves through his slick wet hair. It’s the same thing every night before a match, staying up until dawn, trying to escape the chaos of his life away from the ring by drawing anything and everything that comes to mind, no matter how twisted it may appear when he’s finished.
As the lead scratches across the paper, Noah remains silent, listening to the whispers in the wind as they attempt to snatch him from his solitude. Every line he draws delves a little deeper into his psyche, bringing even his deepest fear to reality before his very eyes. The only thing on his mind tonight was war. At Massacre, he was going to face a career defining war, and at this point, it was time to shit or get off the pot.
The back and forth between himself and Kenshin has made the tension almost visible as the implications have grown beyond that of the OCW Internet Championship. Things are quickly becoming personal, and anybody with half a brain about this world knows that personal isn’t good business. No matter how much he was trying tonight, Noah couldn’t escape Kenshin’s voice, whispering in his ear like some sort of demon.
He’d faced men like this before, but for some reason, things were different. Noah couldn’t put his finger on it for sure, but as the clock winds down, the more agitated Noah gets. Finally he is pulled from his own little world as a knock is heard at the door. Turning to look, he notices that Miranda is nowhere to be found. “What the fuck…” He says through clenched teeth as he tosses the sketchpad aside, then climbs to his feet, then moves towards the door. “Someone had better be dead, because if no, they’re going to be.”
As he turns the knob, the door is thrown open, blowing him back against the dresser. Before Noah has a chance to get his wits about him, he feels the hand wrap around his throat and slam him to the floor. Coughing, and fighting for air, Noah struggles to get free, unable to see his assailant from the tears in his eyes blurring his vision. As he feels the icy grip of death beginning to wrap around his ankles, he desperately flails around, hoping to find something to grab to get him out of this.
“You thought I forgot about you didn’t you Noah? Now what do you have to say for yourself? No witty shit talking now huh?”
The raspy growl was even more disorienting as Noah attempted to decipher it while struggling for his life. The fight is draining from him as his eyes begin to grow heavy, his breath becoming faint, almost nonexistent as the world around him began to grow dark.
“Now it’s your turn to die you cowardly bastard!”
Suddenly, a loud crash is heard and Noah’s lungs begin to burn with the rush of air flooding into them. As he begins gasping and coughing, he feels the grip on his throat has gone, though he is still unable to see.
“Holy shit Noah! Oh my god, are you okay?!”
Still unable to see and coughing enough to beat the band, he feels a pair of soft, warm arms wrap around his head, pulling him close and cradling him.
“Please stay with me Noah, I can’t lose you!”
Her voice is his beacon, leading him back to the land of the living as he struggles to catch his breath.
“Somebody help! Anybody! If you can hear me, help!”
After what seemed like an eternity, Noah finally came to, still lying in the floor, his head in Miranda’s lap. As he finally gains a little focus in his vision, he sees the tears streaming down her cheeks, some of the falling onto his forehead. As she notices his eyes opening, out of pure excitement, she pulls him closer, choking him again. “Oh thank god! Noah! Noah!”
He quickly taps out, his muscles tightening as he struggles for air once more.
“Oh shit, I’m so sorry!” she says as she lets him go, grabbing his face, then kissing him over and over again. Finally getting up onto his elbows, Noah sits up, shaking his head, then scanning the room to find his assailant still lying on the floor near him.
“That mother fucker!” Before saying another word, Noah moves over, grabbing the man and driving his fist into his face again and again until Miranda finally pulls him off! After gaining his composure, Noah moves towards the man again, pulling off the black ski mask he was wearing. When he revealed the man’s face, all color left Noah’s body as he fell back, sliding against the wall in terror. A cough and a sputter later, the man slowly began to move, looking over at Noah with a bloody and quickly bruising grin. ”Will…”
Noah looks like he seen a ghost as he stares into the face of his brother Will Mackenzie…
* On Camera *
The camera opens to show Noah Mackenzie sitting in his dressing room wearing nothing but a pair of black and red Tripp shorts, his skin still wet from the shower he had just taken. For the first time in what seems like forever, Noah’s face is not one of confidence, but of stoic determination and intensity. Looking over at the camera, he shakes his head in contempt, then begins to speak.
“This is what’s it’s all come down to Kenshin. All week, you and I had our verbal tango, and it’s all been leading up to this. Ever since Resurrection, you and I have been set on a collision course that would rival most car crashes, and from the way things are shaping up, it looks like we won’t disappoint. You have said what you need to say, now it’s time for me to drive the final nail in your coffin. All week, I have had to listen to you spill a heap of mindless self indulgence, and honestly, I couldn’t be happier to know that it’s come to an end. In just a few days time, you and I are going to climb into that ring and we’re going to let out actions tell the story we’ve been trying to find the words for. Normally, this would be the point where I would bring all the bells and whistles, unloading every catchphrase I have upon you and every witty comeback, but this week? This week, I’ve got something more personal in mind.”
Running his fingers through his hair, Noah lets out a sigh as his eyes wander to the floor at his feet before he continues on.
“All week I have been telling you that I am the best in the world, and all week you’ve been begging me to prove it. Trust me Kenshin, you need to be very careful what you wish for, because this time, it’s exactly what you’re going to get. When this all began, I was looking forward to simply beating you so you no longer had a leg to stand on when my name came up in conversation. With the way things have played out however, I’m looking to send a bigger message at your expense. I intend to hurt you Kenshin. I aim to do the kind of lasting damage that will haunt you for what’s left of you career. Everyday when you wake up, I want you to think of me. I want you to remember every word you said leading up to Massacre and I want you to choke on every one of them as I shove them down your throat. At this point, the OCW Internet Championship is merely a bonus that’s going to come along with your destruction.”
Noah finally brings his head up as he rises to his feet. He then rolls his shoulders forward, the audible popping of the joints breaking the silence before he turns and continues to speak.
“Out of all of the many monikers I have earned in my time in this industry, none of them have been closer to the truth than when they have called me the Messiah of Mayhem, and I will demonstrate why at Massacre. I am chaos incarnate, and when that bell rings Monday night, you are going to find out what that means to the fullest extent imaginable. You have allowed your mouth to write a check that your ass won’t be able to cash, and I want to make damn sure that you are aware that what happens to you inside that ring is your own fault Kenshin. You call my honor into question and I couldn’t care less, trust me. You claim to be my superior, and honestly, if I had a dollar for every loud mouth nobody that has said that to me, I’d be sending a few strippers to college.”
Noah moves closer to the camera now, his the guttural tone of his voice unlike anything that has left his lips before in OCW.
“Your biggest mistake Kenshin is that you’re too clever for your own good. Everytime I tried to warn you, you delved into the deepest reaches of your intellect to try to fire back with something of relevance. The fact that you have struggled and fought so hard to match wits with me this week would normally be mildly entertaining, but in your case, I find it downright repulsive. At Massacre Kenshin, I’m going to do what I should have done at Resurrection to prevent this, and I’m going to shut your mouth for you since you can’t seem to do it yourself. When it is all said and done my friend, you will be lucky to walk out Lubbock on your own, let alone be able to say anything more to me, do you understand me? When I leave that ring with the Internet Championship in one hand and your dignity in the other, what will you say then? What will be left for you to say when you are forced to go to sleep knowing that you could have prevented it all by just keeping your mouth shut? It was all fun and games this week, but unfortunately Kenshin, I’m not laughing.”
Noah glides across the floor now, his eyes never leaving the camera as he nears the bench where his duffel bag sits.
“I hope you’re proud of yourself Kenshin. I hope deep down in your heart of hearts that you got what you wanted out of this week, because what comes next will not be for the faint of heart. Let’s set my alliance with Mr. Reed aside for a moment. Let’s not even factor Miranda into the equation either. When you look at the two of us, what is it you truly see? From what I’ve gathered, you see two men with their hearts set on the same goal, preparing to battle it out to find out who wants it more. You couldn’t be further from the truth. You want to be able to look yourself in the mirror and know that all your hard work is finally paying off. You want to walk down to that ring with your head held high and the Internet Championship securely around your waist. I respect that about you Kenshin. If nothing else, you’re persistent. What I want is a horse of a different color. I want war. I want devastation. I want to leave Lubbock with the satisfaction of knowing that I have taken you to your limits, then tossed you over the edge. I want to hear you scream for mercy, begging for it all to end, only for me to raise you up, and drop you on your head, sealing your fate, and beginning my reign of chaos. Simply put Kenshin, I want nothing short of total anarchy.”
Reaching into the duffel bag now as he approaches it, Noah begins to pull his wrestling gear out, setting it on the bench beside the bag, piece by piece.
“The time for talking has come and gone, and now there’s nothing left but action. In just a few days, you are going to get a crash course in punishment. When that bell rings, you are going to find out first hand why I have been labeled as the most dangerous man in professional wrestling. Me on my worst day is still twice the man you are at your best Kenshin, and at Massacre, I’m going to demonstrate why. You’ve made your bed Kenshin, now it’s time I tuck you in… Now I lay you down to sleep, the canvas mat your head will meet. If you survive inside my wake, your dreams of gold I’ll come and take… The devil’s at you door Kenshin… Are you dumb enough to answer?”
Click.Buzz.Fade.