Post by hotspot on Jun 5, 2008 4:57:38 GMT -5
On the screen the text "Crossfire production" appears, then a blood spatter over it, before it fades. A voice then sounds
"Setting the scene"
"We open to a hotel room, not unlike any hotel room. Nicely furnished, belonging to someone who earned a lot of money or stayed in company paid rooms. The date, the night of Tha Infamous 187's death."
The hotel room appears as described, it appears that 187 is standing in the room his head down, looking at the floor. The fans give a cheer as they think that it signifies his return to wrestling, some were foolish enough to think that national news stations followed the acts of pro wrestling. Then the camera zooms in, and it is clear that "Callous" Cal Crossfire is the man standing there dressed as 187.
"Why couldn't I beat Genesis? I am such a failure, I was never in the match and it wasn't is if Genesis was at his best. That night even Brent Starr could have beaten him, hell even a woman could have beaten him on that night. But me I failed!"
Cal then moves toward a mirror and begins to look deeply into it
"You're nothing, a broken dream, a broken desire, a broken man. I don't know how a boy like me got lost into a man's world, where did I go wrong, was it karma for what I have done? Revenge from Toronto and the Familia?"
Cal then picks up the gun and walks back to the center of the room and puts the gun to his temple, the camera cuts away as the gunshot is heard. Then the camera comes back and Cal drops to his knees before a close up of his head hitting the floor and blood spilling from it and the camera takes a birds eye view and zooms out
"I take a look back at my life and realize that yes I achieved some things but I could never give the one I loved the one thing she so desired, my darling Kenisha I am so sorry that the child that you now carry isn't mine. I am sorry I could never give you a child that is why I put the gun to my temple and squeezed the trigger, I could not bare for you to suffer due to my failings as a man. My pathetic existence, no longer worth validating, I deserve no funeral, no peace, my eternal damnation no less than I deserve... Tha Senseless 187!"
The screen then fades to black and the dong of a bell can be heard...
"Setting the scene"
"We open to a hotel room, not unlike any hotel room. Nicely furnished, belonging to someone who earned a lot of money or stayed in company paid rooms. The date, the night of Tha Infamous 187's death."
The hotel room appears as described, it appears that 187 is standing in the room his head down, looking at the floor. The fans give a cheer as they think that it signifies his return to wrestling, some were foolish enough to think that national news stations followed the acts of pro wrestling. Then the camera zooms in, and it is clear that "Callous" Cal Crossfire is the man standing there dressed as 187.
"Why couldn't I beat Genesis? I am such a failure, I was never in the match and it wasn't is if Genesis was at his best. That night even Brent Starr could have beaten him, hell even a woman could have beaten him on that night. But me I failed!"
Cal then moves toward a mirror and begins to look deeply into it
"You're nothing, a broken dream, a broken desire, a broken man. I don't know how a boy like me got lost into a man's world, where did I go wrong, was it karma for what I have done? Revenge from Toronto and the Familia?"
Cal then picks up the gun and walks back to the center of the room and puts the gun to his temple, the camera cuts away as the gunshot is heard. Then the camera comes back and Cal drops to his knees before a close up of his head hitting the floor and blood spilling from it and the camera takes a birds eye view and zooms out
"I take a look back at my life and realize that yes I achieved some things but I could never give the one I loved the one thing she so desired, my darling Kenisha I am so sorry that the child that you now carry isn't mine. I am sorry I could never give you a child that is why I put the gun to my temple and squeezed the trigger, I could not bare for you to suffer due to my failings as a man. My pathetic existence, no longer worth validating, I deserve no funeral, no peace, my eternal damnation no less than I deserve... Tha Senseless 187!"
The screen then fades to black and the dong of a bell can be heard...
