Post by Wyziner on Dec 29, 2010 6:54:17 GMT -5
The camera pan's into a bronze skinned, gaunt faced man sitting atop a '74 Roles Royce Silver Shadow. His face is covered in stubble, his mid-cropped hair hangs loosely over his broad eye-brows, that overshadow mystic dark green eyes. At one time this face was beautiful, but it has aged quickly; although the man is still handsome at just shy of thirty, his rugged face bares the lines of a thirty-five year old. The man is wearing a white pen-striped, single button Versace suite, and black Stacey Adams loafers. Classy, elegant, the man is a masterpiece. Raj Kim-Po runs his fingers through his jet black hair and smiles. His pearly-white teeth glitter in the light , and he speaks with a light Lancastrian accent.
"Charles old boy, I thought you'd never come. How are you?"
"I'm fine Raj, I hardly recognized you without your mask though. We have to skip the pleasantries man, I'm on a tight schedule Smarky is running me ragged."
"Of course, just a few words then."
"We're already rolling."
Raj set's himself up on the Royce he looks deep into the camera and his smile fades. It is replaced by a half-hearted grin. The grin slowly melts into a blank stare...Raj look's away and the blank expression becomes a frown.
"So much has changed in this time that I have been away. Things are darker, gloomier...all the kids that used to look up to me with big bright eyes, are champions now, icons, household names. All the legends I looked upped to, are now just relics from a bygone age; I myself feel as though I'm outdated in values and principle. I'm a strange man from a strange far off time, lost in a sea of ego-maniacs and stick-swinging lunatics. I have been away for a long time, and it is hard coming back; it is hard to remember what things used to be, come to terms with what they are, and disregard what they are not, but this is the daunting task with witch I am faced now... mein kampf if you will."
Raj clasp his long fingered hands and rest his face on them, he leans in and stares deeply at the camera. His lips crinkle as his chin sits on the ridge of his knuckles, his brows drape over melancholy filled eyes.
"Sometimes I think it is easier to forget things then it is to remember them, especially in this business. Before some old bloke can finish untying his boot's for the last time, some new fellow is droning on about how we are all entering a era or a new age; and everyone that got all misty about the old man's farewell, is prime and eager to get on with the new way of things. Thats life in'it, the old star fades and the brighter one takes it's place; one my ask why any person would dedicate his life to a business, place in jeopardy his physical and mental health for a profession that passionately embraces you one moment and totally forgets you in the next. Thats the question my father asked me right before he died, he could have said anything "Son I love you....", "Never forget me...", any thing he wanted, but right there on his bloody death-bed the old bloke looks me in the eye and says"You had such potential Raja, why did you squander it with those games and silly tights?"[/i]. I could not answer him, I almost shot him that bullshit line, I do it for the competition...but I had never been able to lie to him, I had nothing to say. I left the room, that was the last thing he said to me before he died."
Raj sits back, and rest his elbows in his lap now.
"I cried for week's afterwards, in part because I had lost my father, in part because he had died without ever respecting me, but mostly because as a man, I had failed myself. I didn't know why I wrestled, I felt completely unfulfilled, those that know me might find that strange Charles; at the age of twenty-seven I have done more, and seen more, then most people will there entire lives. I have made love with beautiful women on Tahitian beaches, I have had Château Margaux at the top of the Eiffel tower, I have hiked the Tuscan hills, you name a city and I've been there twice. Something was missing tough...what did it all mean, what was it all about, what was my passion, even
I didn't know. As it I were, however, I had the means to find out. My father had loved me enough to leave me 235 million Pounds, as well as his investment firm, two estates, and a private jet; I quit wrestling and started consulting my fathers old client's...money was good but the question still gnawed at my nerves and I couldn't sleep or eat, I couldn't enjoy a women's company, I was a total wreck. I decide to get back traveling, setting sail and taking to the skies, for those days of youthful restlessness were the only time in my life were anything ever made since."
Raja's eyes roll off into a distant place.
"Hey Raj, this all sounds great man, but I have stuff...could we do this another time maybe? A formal interview or something?"
"Oh, sure Charlie that would probably be for the best, you have my number."
"Yeah. Maybe a periodical, depending on how long this story is."
"Might take some time, say Charlie...what do you ride these days?"
"A blue 2003 Chevy Malibue...why?"
Raj tosses him a set of keys, hops off of his Rolls Royce and heads toward the entrance of the parking lot toward the street. He pulls a cigar from his pocket and lights it; puts it into his mouth and takes a deep drag...exhales.
"Have mine, and be in touch."
End of Part 1
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"Charles old boy, I thought you'd never come. How are you?"
"I'm fine Raj, I hardly recognized you without your mask though. We have to skip the pleasantries man, I'm on a tight schedule Smarky is running me ragged."
"Of course, just a few words then."
"We're already rolling."
Raj set's himself up on the Royce he looks deep into the camera and his smile fades. It is replaced by a half-hearted grin. The grin slowly melts into a blank stare...Raj look's away and the blank expression becomes a frown.
"So much has changed in this time that I have been away. Things are darker, gloomier...all the kids that used to look up to me with big bright eyes, are champions now, icons, household names. All the legends I looked upped to, are now just relics from a bygone age; I myself feel as though I'm outdated in values and principle. I'm a strange man from a strange far off time, lost in a sea of ego-maniacs and stick-swinging lunatics. I have been away for a long time, and it is hard coming back; it is hard to remember what things used to be, come to terms with what they are, and disregard what they are not, but this is the daunting task with witch I am faced now... mein kampf if you will."
Raj clasp his long fingered hands and rest his face on them, he leans in and stares deeply at the camera. His lips crinkle as his chin sits on the ridge of his knuckles, his brows drape over melancholy filled eyes.
"Sometimes I think it is easier to forget things then it is to remember them, especially in this business. Before some old bloke can finish untying his boot's for the last time, some new fellow is droning on about how we are all entering a era or a new age; and everyone that got all misty about the old man's farewell, is prime and eager to get on with the new way of things. Thats life in'it, the old star fades and the brighter one takes it's place; one my ask why any person would dedicate his life to a business, place in jeopardy his physical and mental health for a profession that passionately embraces you one moment and totally forgets you in the next. Thats the question my father asked me right before he died, he could have said anything "Son I love you....", "Never forget me...", any thing he wanted, but right there on his bloody death-bed the old bloke looks me in the eye and says"You had such potential Raja, why did you squander it with those games and silly tights?"[/i]. I could not answer him, I almost shot him that bullshit line, I do it for the competition...but I had never been able to lie to him, I had nothing to say. I left the room, that was the last thing he said to me before he died."
Raj sits back, and rest his elbows in his lap now.
"I cried for week's afterwards, in part because I had lost my father, in part because he had died without ever respecting me, but mostly because as a man, I had failed myself. I didn't know why I wrestled, I felt completely unfulfilled, those that know me might find that strange Charles; at the age of twenty-seven I have done more, and seen more, then most people will there entire lives. I have made love with beautiful women on Tahitian beaches, I have had Château Margaux at the top of the Eiffel tower, I have hiked the Tuscan hills, you name a city and I've been there twice. Something was missing tough...what did it all mean, what was it all about, what was my passion, even
I didn't know. As it I were, however, I had the means to find out. My father had loved me enough to leave me 235 million Pounds, as well as his investment firm, two estates, and a private jet; I quit wrestling and started consulting my fathers old client's...money was good but the question still gnawed at my nerves and I couldn't sleep or eat, I couldn't enjoy a women's company, I was a total wreck. I decide to get back traveling, setting sail and taking to the skies, for those days of youthful restlessness were the only time in my life were anything ever made since."
Raja's eyes roll off into a distant place.
"Hey Raj, this all sounds great man, but I have stuff...could we do this another time maybe? A formal interview or something?"
"Oh, sure Charlie that would probably be for the best, you have my number."
"Yeah. Maybe a periodical, depending on how long this story is."
"Might take some time, say Charlie...what do you ride these days?"
"A blue 2003 Chevy Malibue...why?"
Raj tosses him a set of keys, hops off of his Rolls Royce and heads toward the entrance of the parking lot toward the street. He pulls a cigar from his pocket and lights it; puts it into his mouth and takes a deep drag...exhales.
"Have mine, and be in touch."
End of Part 1
Thought I'd do this right. (Comments Welcome)
