Post by Jason Phoenix on Feb 19, 2011 17:24:22 GMT -5
The scene opens to Luke Haven standing in front of a rather large bonfire of his own creation. The air is cold and every breath he takes gives off slight steam. There are logs sitting near the fire, ready to be devoured by the flame. On the ground next to him is an old shoe box, topped with a ragged journal. His arms are by his side. An Ace of Diamonds playing card can be seen sticking out of his front jeans pocket.
All my life I’ve been held back, usually by the people that are supposed to care about me. My parents, teachers, Chloe. They have all told me in one way or another that I can’t; can’t be successful, can’t even be decent. And then I come to Pride, looking for support, and I get the same thing. You can’t. You can’t win this fight, you aren’t good enough. Well, I came and won many fights, even the big ones. I even beat the King. But there is one man that I have yet to beat. Josh Eagles. I have faced him twice now and still have yet to emerge the victor. But this, this is my third chance. And after all, they say third times a charm. This is my time.
Luke looks deeply into the fire. He reaches to grab a log and throws it in, embers flying into the dark starry night sky.
But obviously I have been doing something wrong. Every time I go to fight Eagles, he beats the shit out of me.
Luke begins to look worried and starts to fidget.
No matter. I have become stronger over the last month. But, it won’t just be Eagles in that steel cage with me; I also have to face Stephen Callaway. I have never met the man, but obviously if he is good enough to fight Josh Eagles, then he will be a strong opponent. Two opponents at once. Sure I beat lots of guys at once back before my days at Pride, but that was different, those guys were low lives that couldn’t fight their way out of a paper bag. These two, they’re the big leagues.
Noticing the fire is going down a bit, Luke throws another log in, not wanting his masterpiece to fade away. Walking back to his position, he accidently kicks the small box on the ground. Leaning over and picking it up, he opens the box, filled with old letters and notes.
Ha, and here we have the root of my problems. It’s amazing to think that an old shoe box full of letters could establish who I am in this world. Notes from those stupid slutty girls, and notes from Chloe. These insignificant pieces of paper are what have caused me so much pain throughout my life.
Luke takes one of the small pink pieces of paper out from the box. He reads it over, lets out a slight chuckle, then balls it up and throws it into the fire. Instantly it is reduced to a ball of ash. Luke gives a slight grin.
Ha, it’s as easy as that! Have a problem? Just chuck it in the fire!
Luke starts to laugh a little more maniacally now as he throws a few more of the small perfume-scented letters into the fire, watching them each reduce to nothing more than smoke.
Haha! Poof! Gone! All of them!
He takes a longer letter out of the box, this one in a very familiar handwriting. After reading for a second, he begins to calm down.
…Chloe. She was everything to me… My life, my happiness. And then she left…left me alone. Forever.
He looks at the letter, almost on the verge of tears. Then suddenly crumples it up and throws it into the burning vortex in front of him.
Fine! You don’t want me? Then I don’t want to ever think about you again! You’re dead to me Chloe! Just an ash in the wind!
He takes the entire shoe box and hurls it into the raging flame. The box slowly burns, producing copious amounts of ash. Luke begins to speak in a softer tone.
Over. It’s over. They’re all gone. Everyone I’ve ever cared about. Everyone that has ever told me I can’t.
Luke looks to the ground where his eyes meet the old journal; the only thing left after his rampage. He slowly bends down and picks it up, staring at it intently.
And then there’s you, Luke Haven. You have been the bane of my existence since day one. You are the cause of my misfortunes and hardships. You’ve always been there to fuck everything up. But now, I have a solution to this problem. And it really is ingenious. You see, Luke Haven, since I am the one that created you, I am also the one, that can destroy you.
With a manic look on his face, Luke suddenly hurls the journal into the enormous fire, causing the logs to shift and flames to burst in random disarray. He begins to laugh loudly into the night sky, cackling like a wild man. As his laughter slowly dies down, so does the fire. He gets onto his hands and knees at the base of the smoldering pit. The Ace of Diamonds playing card falls out of his pocket and lands face up near his hand. He slowly reaches into the pit and grabs a bit of the ash, coating his hands with it. He then picks up the playing card, smearing it as well.
In mythology, it is said that a great ancient bird is born from the ashes of its past. And just as the great beast does, so will I, be born anew from the ashes of my past. Reborn into a new man, a better man, a stronger man. For Luke Haven is no more. There is only, Jason Phoenix, the Crimson Knight.
All my life I’ve been held back, usually by the people that are supposed to care about me. My parents, teachers, Chloe. They have all told me in one way or another that I can’t; can’t be successful, can’t even be decent. And then I come to Pride, looking for support, and I get the same thing. You can’t. You can’t win this fight, you aren’t good enough. Well, I came and won many fights, even the big ones. I even beat the King. But there is one man that I have yet to beat. Josh Eagles. I have faced him twice now and still have yet to emerge the victor. But this, this is my third chance. And after all, they say third times a charm. This is my time.
Luke looks deeply into the fire. He reaches to grab a log and throws it in, embers flying into the dark starry night sky.
But obviously I have been doing something wrong. Every time I go to fight Eagles, he beats the shit out of me.
Luke begins to look worried and starts to fidget.
No matter. I have become stronger over the last month. But, it won’t just be Eagles in that steel cage with me; I also have to face Stephen Callaway. I have never met the man, but obviously if he is good enough to fight Josh Eagles, then he will be a strong opponent. Two opponents at once. Sure I beat lots of guys at once back before my days at Pride, but that was different, those guys were low lives that couldn’t fight their way out of a paper bag. These two, they’re the big leagues.
Noticing the fire is going down a bit, Luke throws another log in, not wanting his masterpiece to fade away. Walking back to his position, he accidently kicks the small box on the ground. Leaning over and picking it up, he opens the box, filled with old letters and notes.
Ha, and here we have the root of my problems. It’s amazing to think that an old shoe box full of letters could establish who I am in this world. Notes from those stupid slutty girls, and notes from Chloe. These insignificant pieces of paper are what have caused me so much pain throughout my life.
Luke takes one of the small pink pieces of paper out from the box. He reads it over, lets out a slight chuckle, then balls it up and throws it into the fire. Instantly it is reduced to a ball of ash. Luke gives a slight grin.
Ha, it’s as easy as that! Have a problem? Just chuck it in the fire!
Luke starts to laugh a little more maniacally now as he throws a few more of the small perfume-scented letters into the fire, watching them each reduce to nothing more than smoke.
Haha! Poof! Gone! All of them!
He takes a longer letter out of the box, this one in a very familiar handwriting. After reading for a second, he begins to calm down.
…Chloe. She was everything to me… My life, my happiness. And then she left…left me alone. Forever.
He looks at the letter, almost on the verge of tears. Then suddenly crumples it up and throws it into the burning vortex in front of him.
Fine! You don’t want me? Then I don’t want to ever think about you again! You’re dead to me Chloe! Just an ash in the wind!
He takes the entire shoe box and hurls it into the raging flame. The box slowly burns, producing copious amounts of ash. Luke begins to speak in a softer tone.
Over. It’s over. They’re all gone. Everyone I’ve ever cared about. Everyone that has ever told me I can’t.
Luke looks to the ground where his eyes meet the old journal; the only thing left after his rampage. He slowly bends down and picks it up, staring at it intently.
And then there’s you, Luke Haven. You have been the bane of my existence since day one. You are the cause of my misfortunes and hardships. You’ve always been there to fuck everything up. But now, I have a solution to this problem. And it really is ingenious. You see, Luke Haven, since I am the one that created you, I am also the one, that can destroy you.
With a manic look on his face, Luke suddenly hurls the journal into the enormous fire, causing the logs to shift and flames to burst in random disarray. He begins to laugh loudly into the night sky, cackling like a wild man. As his laughter slowly dies down, so does the fire. He gets onto his hands and knees at the base of the smoldering pit. The Ace of Diamonds playing card falls out of his pocket and lands face up near his hand. He slowly reaches into the pit and grabs a bit of the ash, coating his hands with it. He then picks up the playing card, smearing it as well.
In mythology, it is said that a great ancient bird is born from the ashes of its past. And just as the great beast does, so will I, be born anew from the ashes of my past. Reborn into a new man, a better man, a stronger man. For Luke Haven is no more. There is only, Jason Phoenix, the Crimson Knight.