(06-15-2014, 06:00 PM)Froyo Fagginz Said: Frodo got up and chuckled to himself. Knowing the man may not be in sight, but he didn't truly vanish.
Frodo was right. Smarter than he looked......
"Yo. Monkey boy."
Frodo turned around......and saw a figure that took him by surprise.
"What, expectin' someone else? Heath Ledger, perhaps? How'd ya like that Cutter on WarFare? Didn't feel too good, did it? Kinda like gettin' fucked tah death, only not as fun."
Frodo blinked his eyes, and shook his head....
"...DDP?"
The figure chuckled lightly,
"...Not quite."
He stood upon the hood of a parked pink Cadillac convertible-- Clad in the classic
'BANG' leather vest, a pair of tight leather pants, and a black tee, one phrase, blood red--
"Y So Serious?". Black and Wish were taken back a bit, as the figure hopped down from the hood...He slowly made his way toward Frodo, speaking as he walked.
"First off, jackass? I ain't 'Jack Hoff'...second of all? I ain't the raYne Storm, I ain't Ally-cat, I ain't Johnny-Boy, Tommy Wish, Hunter Payne, or even Ann Fuckin' Thraxx."
The figure lifted his hands out in the 'Diamond Cutter' symbol, before--
BANG!!!
Flames seemingly engulfed the landscape.....a blinding light tore through the terrain, and in a flash, Frodo's eyesight was blinded, merely momentarily.................
Quote:"I was born in Detroit, Michigan, Earth. As for my mistakes, when I make one worth my guilt, you'll know. I've made a few already, and I don't talk about them, but I have learned from them. Believe me, I've learned. But Thraxx, she wasn't one of the mistakes I regret, because in all honesty. I don't give a fuck about her, about John Black, Ally Callaway, or you, Hoff. I don't give a fuck, because at the end of the day you're just shit in the bowl. Bring me someone I do care about, let me hurt them, and see how I handle it. Probably won't, because I'm not one to break down and cry like that. Not anymore, I'm just one to get fucked up and fuck random things. Ask Shane."
Before he opened his eyes. And saw himself standing upon a stage, in the middle of an arena....A packed stadium, WWF circa '99....every fan glaring down upon him..... another figure standing in the center of a wrestling ring.
He lifted the microphone to his mouth. He spoke.
"......Some people call me
$hane-o-mac 3ry. You?"
He grinned from ear to ear, as Frodo looked as if he were about to nerd rage.
".....you can call me your worst nightmare. But,
Reeve will do just fine."
Frodo seemed as if he was on the verge of losing it. His temper, as well as his mind, completely lost....Up was down, left was right, Tony Santos had lost his smile.
"FroYo.....I used to have a face. One face, a face many people here got sick to death of seeing. They'd see it, they'd immediately associate it with another guy............a certain pose."
An image flashed across the TitanTron--
Frodo looked up toward the image, scratching his head, perhaps never seeing this particular face before.....he turned his gaze back toward the ring, and a different face stood before him, eyes locked on Smackins.
"I learned with time. Faces? They don't matter. Names, thoughts, ideas, charisma....I-Magi-Nation....all potential. And potential means NOTHING without one key element--
"Action."
'Reeve', a serious, focused expression showing on his face, dropped down, rolled underneath the bottom rope.....he walked up the ramp, as Frodo motioned 'BRING IT'......but.
As the figure stepped up the ramp, the outer environment began to dissolve. The fans faded away, the stands and the seats vanished, and what was left was the cemetary....the ramp gave way to a dirt path. The stage became a row of gravestones. And the figure became yet another.....
And within his hand, he held a black baseball bat he had been in possession of since he was a child. The baseball bat given to him by his father, before the man became a drunken, alcoholic nightmare.
He once again spoke as he walked, Black and Wish no longer in the picture...."I used to cry. I used to whine, and bitch, and moan." He drew closer, rolling the baseball bat in his grasp, eyed deadset on those of Frodo ".....but then? I realized. The only person that can change my life? Is me. It took another lifetime.....but unlike you? I'm not squandering it. I get another chance at life, and I THANK GODDESS....."
Frodo continued to step back, as 'Reeve' slowly approached, his face awash in a maddened glare, a glint in his eye....
"I thank the administration here for allowing me to return, and right the wrongs. I thank Ally Callaway for giving a man that wrecked her night, HER NIGHT....the night that meant the most to her, her party in Paris. I thank her for a few kind words, putting your sawed off ass in its place. Letting me know, the friendship I wrecked in my first crack at life, may very well have a chance at being rekindled...."
'Reeve' inched closer to Frodo, once again backing him up, but this time, against a concrete wall. "....just as my new life begins. I got the message. I learned the lesson. And this time?" .....he stood before Frodo, toe to toe, nose to nose, face to face...."I'm makin' the most of it. And I can tell, I can look in your beady little eyes, and I can tell...." He leaned in, close to Frodo's ear...
"you don't care about anyone but yourself..."
He backed out a bit..."Isn't that right, Bilbo? You can claim otherwise, you can swear up and down till your blue in the face, but the fact remains, at the end of the day, if you were faced with a decision that'd affect you negatively......but would save the life another? You'd choose number one every, single, time. You look at the man in the mirror, and you see the only face that matters. You say you've 'made a few mistakes already', KID I MADE TEN EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE. Twenty on Sunday... I look at my reflection? I see those mistakes, I see the pain I've caused, the HEADACHES I've caused.....and I see a man faced with the responsibility to do something about it."
'Reeve' cornered Frodo against the wall, a mere couple of feet way, holding the baseball bat directly ahead, pointed straight at Frodo...."I was born in Nowhere, Oklahoma. I moved to Somewhere, Nebraska. I took a trip to Saint-Front-sur-Lémance, France. I spent a few months in the dark, fiery pits deep down below, and NOW?
"I have returned."
He lowered the bat, and took a step forward...
"Riddle me this....riddle me that. I ask you, Young FroYo.......are you afraid?"
He stood before Frodo, inches from his face, glaring him down. He leaned his head in and shouted--"ANSWER ME, BOY."
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