The Amazing Rando 0 Report post Posted March 29, 2004 I am not schizophrenic. I am not a sufferer of multiple personality disorder. I am not depressed. I am not different from before. I am not guided by voices in my head. I am not taking it anymore. I am not insane. I am REAL. This chicken-scratch is shown on a piece of tattered paper, and in an instant – it is gone. The wind blows it away, and as the camera slowly pans upward, a man’s bare feet come into view, followed by the bottom of jeans, and suddenly it stops, interrupted by a voice from up above. Would you stop being so dramatic… The camera suddenly shoots up, revealing the smirking face of Alan Clark, looking smug standing in the center of the road, and some viewers might wonder whether or not even Alan knows where he is. Alan motions with his hand for the camera to follow him, and he slowly moves past a few busted up cars and stops at a bench, sitting down and pushing his bangs away from his eyes. The cameraman takes a moment to set up, and as it gets into position, Alan begins to speak. This week in Seattle…I became lucky and unlucky in the same night. Lucky, as I was to go into the ring with a former two-time world champion…the greatest world champion the SWF has ever known, and as many guessed – I could not get the job done. But, thanks to Tom’s small weight problem, I was able to hold onto my championship, if just for another week or so. Later that evening, I became quite unlucky…as I was walking backstage and stumbled upon a monitor – only to reveal Landon Maddix standing in the middle of the ring trying in vein to entertain the masses. I’m sure you all saw my reaction to THAT concert. It’s as they always say – eye for an eye, guitar for a guitar. I have heard reports of you claiming that somewhere inside of me happens to be what you have referred to as “The Real Alan Clark”. Well here I am to look right through this camera and right into your eyes and say… Yes, Landon Maddix, Yes. The Real Alan Clark does exist. Somewhere behind this smirk, this fun-loving guy, these scars, and somewhere drowned in all the blood I’ve lost in this business – The Reality is there. Something is telling me that it wants to meet you. It wants to hold you by the throat and tell you how much it loves you. How much it loves the way you moan in pain, or the way you tap out. How much it loves the way your body sounds when it strikes the canvas, or the concrete. But as much as it loves you…it hates you just that much more. Yes, Landon Maddix, Oh Yes. As much as I smile, and as much as I put on a happy face…I will never forget how much you have taken from me. You left me a loser. Now, I have no problem handling a lose…but when my last grand note in the SJL was left sour by YOU…well…those things tend to stick around in my mind. If I was Ghandi…and I gave peace to everyone in the world…I would still punch you in the face every time I saw you. If I was the richest man the world had every known…charitable, loving, caring…and I saw you on the street begging and pleading for food and shelter…you would take my boot into the back of your head. You see yourself as more than everyone else. You see yourself as above the world. Well look at me and understand that the Book of Todd means nothing in the real world. The Book of Todd is nothing but pure fiction in this reality – and like Icarus you float toward the sun, keeping your head high as you look down on the world and think you are free and perfect. But soon the heat becomes too much --- and like a rock you fall, and crash into oblivion. I may not be able to see into the future, Maddix – but I can see your oblivion. Every time I look into the mirror I see your oblivion staring me in the face. I am your oblivion. I am prepared. I am focused. I am guided by a force much greater than Todd. I am REAL. Alan’s eyes slowly close on the last words and his head lowers, a smirk slowly forms on his face…and the scene drops into static…and darkness…where the words “Window Pain – never forget the bloodshed” appear in bright red…and suddenly drip away, as if blood on the black screen. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
King Cucaracha 0 Report post Posted March 29, 2004 Huzzah, he's back. Kudos on keeping up the promoing...another good job again to get this persona back up and running. Just to let you know I'll be doing something small for Lockdown...just a warning incase you had anything planned. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
HVilleThugg 0 Report post Posted March 29, 2004 Promo-rific. More of a character devel promo it would appear...a bit lengthy for what I expected when I started, but decent. Keep it up and we'll breathe life back into these boards sooner rather than later! Da "this feud is going to be cool" H Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Suicide King Report post Posted March 29, 2004 Promos make babies Jesus, Moses, Mohammed, Buddha, and Krishna happy. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
