Guest Crowe Report post Posted February 5, 2003 It doesn’t matter. I don’t matter. She doesn’t matter. What do any of us matter? Crow looks into his bathroom mirror, eyeing the wounded flesh present on his forehead… the target of many attacks. He stands topless, bandages covering the majority of his injury riddled back. His legs overlain by the ever-present black fabric of his pants, he presses his hands against the sink and leans forward to get a closer look at his face. Scars. I never thought my face would get like this again, not since the days of ICW. I came to the SJL, seeking relief from a past of pain, torture and heartache. Yet, it seems I’ve fallen into just that. The SJL, with the likes of Dace Night… apparently, he’s the High Priest of Horrorcore. Yeah... right, I was throwing around the “horrorcore” before he ever picked up a weedwhacker. Crow turns on the cold water tap, cups his hands, and splashes the water onto his face. He takes one last look into the mirror, rubbing a long, unhealed cut with his right index finger. Insane Luchador? Don’t even get me started on him… That match was painful. Feeling stitches ripped out of your flesh is painful, really painful. Except, it is by no means the most painful thing I’ve endured. In fact, I’ve endured much more than IL and Night ever could. Crow turns his face away from the mirror, and walks out of his bathroom into his bedroom. His apartment is warm, cosy and lit by one lamp next to the double bed... where Natasha lies naked, her breasts covered by the white quilt that adorns Crow’s bed. I wonder if she really loves me... She looks on at Crow, a lock of her black hair covering her left eye. She wonders what he is doing, as Crow shuffles through his wardrobe, searching for a shirt. “Where are you going?” asks Natasha as Crow picks out a black button up shirt and begins to put it on. “I’m going for a smoke, thought I might take a walk as well,” replies Crow, buttoning up his shirt. “It’s fuckin’ 12 o clock, midnight...” responds Natasha. Nice to know she cares... that, or she wants to be fucked. “I know, my time of night... I’ll be back soon...” says Crow as he picks his trenchcoat off the clothes hanger. Crow leaves his bedroom, walks through his living area, and exits his apartment. Crow stands on his outside porch... he looks onward into the snowy trees and bushes of Anchorage, Alaska. My new home... a new beginning, to get away from my past. Crow reaches into his pocket and pulls out his deck of cigarettes. He picks out a cigarette from the almost empty pack, sticks it in his mouth and lights it. An expression of pleasure becomes Crow’s face as he sucks back on the glorious first inhale. An exhale... he begins to walk. My past... Crow’s face falls down from pleasure into one of pain, he looks down onto the cold, snow laden sidewalk. I will never forget what happened to my best friend... what happened to Adam... *** Crow steps out an elevator, entering a hallway littered with apartment room doors. ... holy mother of god, how the hell am I going to find Adam’s apartment!? Shit, what’s the number!? Oh.. oh... it’s 12A. Crow walks down the hallway, looking at the numbers on each door, and notices how dirty the place really is. The walls are a sickly yellow green colour... almost like urine. Bashed holes in the wall are spewing out various insects, spiders and cockroaches.. 9A, 10A, 11A... ah, 12A... oh, what is that fuckin’ smell? Crow knocks on the door, and waits for an answer. ... There is no answer. ... A confused Crow knocks again... and waits. There is still no answer. He turns the knob and tries to turn it, but it’s locked. What the hell? Adam rang me less than an hour ago... and told me to come over, he didn’t say anything about going out. He uses two hands to open the door; he thumps the door and thumps it again. He breaks the lock and bursts through the door into Adam’s apartment- it is the epitome of pigsty. Chairs are thrown everywhere... broken, scattered all around the room. Shards of shattered glass lie on the floor next to the window... Crow walks over it and looks out. He’s especially worried as he frantically looks around the wrecked apartment; he stops at the table where a photo of Crow and Adam used to stand. He picks it up. Adam’s half has been burnt off and only Crow remains... Crow drops the photo... he takes a few steps back, fearing the worst, his face is frozen... he turns around and looks around the apartment again. A crack of light appears in the farthest corner of the room. Crow walks slowly... cautiously over to the door... ... The door opens to reveal the apartment bathroom, an eerie blue lighting emanates from the ceiling. ...... Oh…... my....... god..... There lies Adam.... in his bathtub, topless, submerged in bloody water... Crow’s mouth drops open and whines of shock cry forth. He approaches the bathtub... he falls to his knees, the crimson-covered hump of a man lying lifeless in front of him. As Crow puts his hands on the bathtub, tears start to swell in his eyes. Bloody handprints reside on the edge of the bathtub, Crow not caring about the blood sliding onto his own skin. Adam’s eyes are wide open, his face already pale... Crow starts to cry... slamming his head against the bathtub. Adam’s body limp, four... five needles pierced through his chest into his heart... wrists sliced open... veins exposed and still bleeding. No... Adam!... Oh my god.... No... this isn’t happening! This isn’t happening to me now! Crow picks up the bloody arm of Adam, the lifeless arm shows no movement or motion... the realisation of what has happened hits Crow. He cries and cries, screaming his best friend’s name... he slumps onto the ground, in the fetal position. Bloody water beginning to overflow the bath on to the floor... *** A tear swells in Crow’s eye... it slides down his cheek and falls. He shuts his eyes, the pain visible on his face. He looks at the underside of his arm... scars and damaged skin remain from many intravenous injections. I was a heroin addict, and so was Adam. Adam had scored some heroin from a dealer, and that’s why he invited me over... we were going to shoot up and smoke a bit. It’s funny how things can turn so sour. It turns out, Adam died of extreme blood loss and because a huge amount of high purity heroin was injected into his heart. Crow finds himself back at his apartment, in front of his door. He turns the knob and enters... I have not shot up since... my detoxification was just horrible, and it was worse because I had no one to depend on... my best friend, my former tag team partner in wrestling, Adam, Ad Van Dam was dead… never to return. Crow walks through his living area and into his bedroom, where Natasha lies in his bed, her breasts exposed for all to see. And now I am here, hoping to turn things around... I will use my experience and the pain I have felt to my advantage. I just hope I have the strength to survive... Natasha looks at Crow and smiles. “I want to lay you on a bed of roses, for tonight I sleep on a bed of nails... I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is, and lay you down on bed of roses..” sings Crow to Natasha as he removes his clothing. He jumps onto the bed and the two kiss passionately. “I want to lay you down on a bed of roses...” My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. 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Guest Tyler McClelland Report post Posted February 5, 2003 Sharp, compelling little piece... Keep this shtuff up, and you'll be bumped, at the latest, in 3 months. No joke, man. Keep it up. - TM Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
janusd 0 Report post Posted February 5, 2003 Dace Night… apparently, he’s the High Priest of Horrorcore. Yeah... right, I was throwing around the “horrorcore” before he ever picked up a weedwhacker. Bahahaha. You beingz eViller and hardc0re! You should bring a chainsaw to the ring or something. \m/ <<Crowe's history as an addict>> Fuck me. That's all I say to that. Serious and REAL feeling with the history there. I like it. My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. (Y)!!! Your quote = the rawk. Keep promoing, you fucking bird. You'll meet me for the World Title in no time. \m/ Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Powerplay Report post Posted February 5, 2003 Damn. That was really good. Crowe, you've been sitting around in chat for 2 years when you could do that? Man. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Edwin MacPhisto Report post Posted February 5, 2003 You know, Muzz leaves, and another Aussie with a flair for the dramatic and deeply layered characters pops right up. Solid stuff, Crowester. Crusen, why didn't Axis ever have problems? Huh? HUH? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Aecas Report post Posted February 5, 2003 Very nice, I feel like I'm getting left behind here Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest HollywoodSpikeJenkins Report post Posted February 5, 2003 Creepy.... But makes you wonder how a wrestling federation would show a man killing himself like that though..... oh, and Natasha = (Y) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest SupaTaft Report post Posted February 6, 2003 Dude, that friggin owned. I am highly impressed, this might make me start reading these horrorcore matches of yours. If it cought MY attention, you know you're doing something right. -Taft Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Crowe Report post Posted February 6, 2003 You know, Muzz leaves, and another Aussie with a flair for the dramatic and deeply layered characters pops right up. Solid stuff, Crowester. It's funny you say that, cause my main influence for promo writing is Muzza. I love reading his stuff. And thanks for all the comments, lads. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Angel_Grace_Blue Report post Posted February 6, 2003 ::blades for Crow's promo:: Good job Bird. Why why'd it have to be AVD to die? Couldn't NAB have died instead? Wait, he's not cool so you wouldn't want to hang out with him... Good promo, though. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest crusen86 Report post Posted February 7, 2003 Axis wasn't like it because writing promos = effort. And there's no way I'd be matching promo s like these, especially Muzza's. Good stuff, yo. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
