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Date Posted: 13:33:25 09/17/02 Tue
Fear
…It is in your head, whispering into your soul
You don’t know it, but it makes your hair stick out like poles
When you least expect, it turns you black like coal
When you see it, your brain gets out of control
It is FEAR, the chill whispering into your ear
Its sneer wanting to make you disappear
Capable of intimidating your career
Clear becomes blurry when it comes near
So what do you do, when it points a gun at you?
You do nothing, you stand still and let it growl at you
You let bark, spit, and snarl its teeth at you
While you wish deep down that it’ll all go through
So how do you get rid of fear? Lemme tell you somethin’
What you do is look at it in the eye, and say it’s nuthin’
Spit back, show your teeth, get your chest puffin’
I guarantee that you’ll just feel like fuckin’ cussin’
Fifty years from now, when your hair is gray
You’re withered away, and all you do is pray
For the day that FEAR returns to your door astray
So you can pay your dues, to make sure you’re okay
But FEAR doesn’t understand, for some reason he’s doesn’t get it
You write down on a piece of paper, and then you see he’s illiterate
You could scream all you want, but you know he can’t hear it
You realize that the time has come, the time to be a spirit…
…and it overwhelms you. It takes you home.
You become alone, your insides turn to foam
Your skin becomes pale, and your eyes deform
You’re going on sale, being fed to worms…
Fear has beaten you. In the end… you’re the one who lost.
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(The scene opens at a training center for all FdW competitors. It is the first time he’s been here for more than a month, and he’s been rather anxious about his return. X-Rodd lifts his pen from his notebook, and reviews over his work. He smiles. He likes it.)
Man… I should be more famous than that Emily Dickinson ho… hehe…
(As X-Rodd laughs to himself, the interviewer in the black, gray, and white suit suddenly appears and sits down on the bench next to X-Rodd. The interviewer smiles.)
I: “Hi.”
(X-Rodd nods his head. He pulls out a Marlboro Red and begins to smoke it.)
X-Rodd: “Sup.”
(A brief moment of silence passes, and then the interviewer breaks it.)
I: “Hello… I’m an interviewer for FdW.
(X-Rodd takes a drag, and nods.)
I: “May I have a seat?”
(X-Rodd picks up the notebook from the bench, allowing this new interviewer to sit down.)
I: “So… I take it that you’ve viewed the card for this week’s Mecca?”
(X-Rodd chuckles.)
X-Rodd: “Yeah, I finally got a glimpse of the cracker.”
I: “Ha… well… what did you think?”
(The interviewer pulls out one of those classic old-school tape recorders, and holds it towards Rodd’s mouth.)
X-Rodd: “What are you doing?”
(The interviewer takes a step back.)
I: “I would like to get some audio commentary from you.”
X-Rodd: “Why?”
I: “… because that’s how we do it here in FdW…”
(X-Rodd shakes his head, and clears his throat.)
X-Rodd: “We---“
I: “Today is the seventeenth of September, and the time is 3:08 PM, I am here with X-Rodd, who has some strong words to say about his opponent this coming Friday.”
(X-Rodd keeps his mouth open, and closes it. He stares at the interviewer, long and hard.)
X-Rodd: “Are you going to let me do this? I’ve been all over places during the last few weeks, the last thing I need is a rookie interviewer screwing me up, you understa—“
I: “Yes sir.”
(X-Rodd pauses, and resumes.)
X-Rodd: “Aight, well I’m back here in FdW… and let me say. This place is starting to get rolling pretty well. I’m happy to say that I’m here to ki—“
I: “And what are you doing here right now, if you don’t mind me asking?”
(X-Rodd rolls his eyes, and continues.)
X-Rodd: “I’m here to finish some business I have with Ryojin… something. See when you’ve been through the business as long as I have, names doesn’t seem to matter anymore. It’s just the cold hard facts. Someone took me out of action, and now I’m going to come back and take HIM out of the same action. Just because you’ve got a belt around your waist will not help you get out of anything. I understand the fact that you’re about half my size, but check this, the fact of the matter is you BEAT me when you shouldn’t have. I’m going to make you wish that the world you see before will be the last pretty thing you’ll remember in your miserable life, son. You understand me? I’m going to OWN you when Mecca rolls in. And your belt? Ha… well I’ll just spit on it, I don’t need any knee-humpers around me, who think that he can get to MY level of hardships, no way.
So while you’re walking along the streets, mesmerized by your own attributes, think about this. Take a look at the ground… look at the dirt beneath you, the gravel and earth that make up the matter you stand on. Take a goood look at it, and admire its radiance, appreciate it’s existence, and grow to love it. Why? Because at the same time next week, you’re going to be with it always…
….Six Feet Under.”
(X-Rodd stops talking, and smiles. Joey, a good friend of X-Rodd, suddenly pops from out of nowhere, and sits behind the interviwer.)
Joey: “Hey Rodd… wassup?”
(The interviewer stands up, smiles, and leaves, leaving X-Rodd and Joey by themselves.)
Joey: “I heard that you were just talking to someone… who was he?”
(X-Rodd just nods.)
X-Rodd: “… Good question. (frowns) I don’t know.”
(End of Scene.)
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