Post by Mr. Sandman on Jun 25, 2011 1:06:26 GMT -5
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What happens when you dream? Now think about it real hard, have you found the revelation? That blast of white that wakes you with a scream, pain pleasure every desire all concludes to one conclusion. Between life and death you will find the truth and inside that truth you will be set free.
Click for Music: Pillar - Frontline
Scene 1: Sandman's Proclamation
Angel and Sandman have been an odd pairing and people might think in the back of their minds how these two wound up together. Unfortunately for those people there is no real explanation and if there were neither Angel nor Sandman would take the time to explain.
Angel looked around the room as the sun was setting outside she went from having a full apartment with Primo, JT and Mary Jane to it just being her. This large house felt very different without all them around. Sandman walking in and looked around then met eyes with her.
Sandman: "There is a time to weep and a time to rejoice. We have many things to do before we may take anytime at all."
She nodded at him, this pay per view was building up each day that passed. A new Amazon had tossed her name in the battler royal, Jack Sinister's little girlfriend fancied herself becoming champion also. She thought maybe Sandman should win his match, but he already told her he had more then the eXtinction title to care about.
He took a few more steps around the living room, the place looked trashed like people had came in and robbed the place. He folded his hands together and paused.
Sandman: "I believe that Ryan Sharpe should be blessed, the many whispers I hear in the breeze they set my heart at ease dear Angel. Silver and gold is beyond what I need, I need to place the blessings of my Holy City throughout the world. You on the other hand are a ray of light, you are like Gabriel and I am Michael together we will spread the message. Together we will open the passage, all will pass through us or not at all. That is my mission, that is my destiny, and that is my fate."
Angel slightly smirked this guy seemed to think so deeply that his logic was tossed out the window, but whatever he was going on about she knew that he felt passinate about it.
Sandman rubbed his chin thinking and smirking. Then he turned and looked over at Angel.
Sandman: "Do you know of the Gifted One?"
Angel: "Yep, hairy dirty greasy looking boy that reminds me of my daddy, yeah I know him. He still has yet to show me this impressive gift he has."
Sandman smirked and turned away from her as he watched the sun finish setting out the window and continued to speak.
Sandman: "Paroxysm is right, he is quick in flight, but in the end he won't win this fight. It's possible that he will go very far, but not as far as he'd like to go. Ryan Sharpe has already ascended and yet is back here. I will need to build an army against this force, but they will answer the call when needed. Not a druggie, or a drunk, not anyone held to an addiction is going to step onto me. Only the free will ever truly see. Come then Angel I have many things to prepare before the Midsummer's Scream."
He took a large step over a pile of broken furniture and out the door to the outside. Angel followed him and stopped at the door. She had the urge to turn and take one last look at the home she had thought would be her's forever, but instead took a long quiet breath and continued to follow Sandman to the outside.
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A man is tough, A Man never quits, a man kills what he loves before it weakens him. What do women do, it's in the name and all the same.
Click for Music: Charlie Clouser - Don't Forget The Rules
Scene 2: The Rules
The scene opens in an old abandon Cathedral. Sandman is wearing his hood and mask along with his traditional Egyptian style skirt. His boots are up to his knee and soft like moccasins. As he entered the small beam of light that shined through the window above a hanging crucifix he pulled back his hood to embrace the light upon his hideous masked image. His eyes were yellow green like a cat and his teeth looked razor sharp.
He took his gaze away from the light and to the image of the crucifix. Jesus seemed to sad to die yet he had walked that path his entire life. We all walk the same path, but along the way we search for a purpose.
Sandman smirked and turned around as he walked down the isle away from this holy rellik.
Sandman: "So quick to forget the rules, you choose to live or you allow yourself to die. I have spent an eternity learning the rules and now it is time for the world to discover them. The hot fiery passion that burns from desire and engulfs you into the darkest of dreams. Paroxysm is after this title, yet he is so hesitant. Small ego? Big talent?"
He placed his hands inside the arms of the other. He continued to walk past pew after pew. As you look at them closer you'd realize in front of the pews were benches made for kneeling. Sandman took a place one of the benches kneeling and looking back at the crucifix. It started to taunt him. How great a luxury it must be to know your death holds meaning, to know that millions will worship your sacrifice. It makes no difference if you were the true son of God or just a delusional prophet that aroused the ears of those who heard you.
Sandman: "When your father turned away from you in that last second, and you realized that enduring, that embracing all that sin would doom you to hell what did you think? How sad your heart must have been, how heavy you truly were to endure this suffering and abandonment. I was there wasn't I? I told you I wouldn't leave you alone. The son of God is the son of the beast. Body after body I come to find you. Looking and waiting for your time to come."
Sandman stood up and moved his fingers over his chest in a cross like motion before turning away and pulling his hood back over his head. He looked around in disgust. The Holy City from which he hails and yet here they only care about riches and status. Perhaps he should give them something to fear. Perhaps he should allow sweet dreams to the truthful and torching nightmares to the blind. His personal illusion of fear would hit the IWS. If people needed something to haunt them and cause them a reason to repent then Sandman is here to deliver. This is beyond Championships, this is about something else.
Sandman: "First everyone will learn the rules. I will deliver upon them."
Sandman then exited the chapel and the scene fades to black.
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What happens when you dream? Now think about it real hard, have you found the revelation? That blast of white that wakes you with a scream, pain pleasure every desire all concludes to one conclusion. Between life and death you will find the truth and inside that truth you will be set free.
Click for Music: Pillar - Frontline
Scene 1: Sandman's Proclamation
Angel and Sandman have been an odd pairing and people might think in the back of their minds how these two wound up together. Unfortunately for those people there is no real explanation and if there were neither Angel nor Sandman would take the time to explain.
Angel looked around the room as the sun was setting outside she went from having a full apartment with Primo, JT and Mary Jane to it just being her. This large house felt very different without all them around. Sandman walking in and looked around then met eyes with her.
Sandman: "There is a time to weep and a time to rejoice. We have many things to do before we may take anytime at all."
She nodded at him, this pay per view was building up each day that passed. A new Amazon had tossed her name in the battler royal, Jack Sinister's little girlfriend fancied herself becoming champion also. She thought maybe Sandman should win his match, but he already told her he had more then the eXtinction title to care about.
He took a few more steps around the living room, the place looked trashed like people had came in and robbed the place. He folded his hands together and paused.
Sandman: "I believe that Ryan Sharpe should be blessed, the many whispers I hear in the breeze they set my heart at ease dear Angel. Silver and gold is beyond what I need, I need to place the blessings of my Holy City throughout the world. You on the other hand are a ray of light, you are like Gabriel and I am Michael together we will spread the message. Together we will open the passage, all will pass through us or not at all. That is my mission, that is my destiny, and that is my fate."
Angel slightly smirked this guy seemed to think so deeply that his logic was tossed out the window, but whatever he was going on about she knew that he felt passinate about it.
Sandman rubbed his chin thinking and smirking. Then he turned and looked over at Angel.
Sandman: "Do you know of the Gifted One?"
Angel: "Yep, hairy dirty greasy looking boy that reminds me of my daddy, yeah I know him. He still has yet to show me this impressive gift he has."
Sandman smirked and turned away from her as he watched the sun finish setting out the window and continued to speak.
Sandman: "Paroxysm is right, he is quick in flight, but in the end he won't win this fight. It's possible that he will go very far, but not as far as he'd like to go. Ryan Sharpe has already ascended and yet is back here. I will need to build an army against this force, but they will answer the call when needed. Not a druggie, or a drunk, not anyone held to an addiction is going to step onto me. Only the free will ever truly see. Come then Angel I have many things to prepare before the Midsummer's Scream."
He took a large step over a pile of broken furniture and out the door to the outside. Angel followed him and stopped at the door. She had the urge to turn and take one last look at the home she had thought would be her's forever, but instead took a long quiet breath and continued to follow Sandman to the outside.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
A man is tough, A Man never quits, a man kills what he loves before it weakens him. What do women do, it's in the name and all the same.
Click for Music: Charlie Clouser - Don't Forget The Rules
Scene 2: The Rules
The scene opens in an old abandon Cathedral. Sandman is wearing his hood and mask along with his traditional Egyptian style skirt. His boots are up to his knee and soft like moccasins. As he entered the small beam of light that shined through the window above a hanging crucifix he pulled back his hood to embrace the light upon his hideous masked image. His eyes were yellow green like a cat and his teeth looked razor sharp.
He took his gaze away from the light and to the image of the crucifix. Jesus seemed to sad to die yet he had walked that path his entire life. We all walk the same path, but along the way we search for a purpose.
Sandman smirked and turned around as he walked down the isle away from this holy rellik.
Sandman: "So quick to forget the rules, you choose to live or you allow yourself to die. I have spent an eternity learning the rules and now it is time for the world to discover them. The hot fiery passion that burns from desire and engulfs you into the darkest of dreams. Paroxysm is after this title, yet he is so hesitant. Small ego? Big talent?"
He placed his hands inside the arms of the other. He continued to walk past pew after pew. As you look at them closer you'd realize in front of the pews were benches made for kneeling. Sandman took a place one of the benches kneeling and looking back at the crucifix. It started to taunt him. How great a luxury it must be to know your death holds meaning, to know that millions will worship your sacrifice. It makes no difference if you were the true son of God or just a delusional prophet that aroused the ears of those who heard you.
Sandman: "When your father turned away from you in that last second, and you realized that enduring, that embracing all that sin would doom you to hell what did you think? How sad your heart must have been, how heavy you truly were to endure this suffering and abandonment. I was there wasn't I? I told you I wouldn't leave you alone. The son of God is the son of the beast. Body after body I come to find you. Looking and waiting for your time to come."
Sandman stood up and moved his fingers over his chest in a cross like motion before turning away and pulling his hood back over his head. He looked around in disgust. The Holy City from which he hails and yet here they only care about riches and status. Perhaps he should give them something to fear. Perhaps he should allow sweet dreams to the truthful and torching nightmares to the blind. His personal illusion of fear would hit the IWS. If people needed something to haunt them and cause them a reason to repent then Sandman is here to deliver. This is beyond Championships, this is about something else.
Sandman: "First everyone will learn the rules. I will deliver upon them."
Sandman then exited the chapel and the scene fades to black.
