Post by aaronosmosis on Feb 23, 2020 23:36:59 GMT -5
[] FADE IN- Theater. Boston, Massachusetts.[]
OPEN to the interior of the renowned "Emerson Colonial Theater", where 32 rows of seats can be seen, lined up one behind the other, neatly positioned. 12 seats are in each row. At the front of the Theater is a mahogany stage that has been set up in a manner similar to a Victorian Era setting. Complete with makeshift cobblestone pathways in the aisle and between each row of seats.
The lights are dimmed and the theater vacant, save for Aaron Osmosis <attired in a jet black pinstripe suit with a snow-white undershirt and raven black tie as well as Midnight black loafers> who is seated with his legs dangling over the edge of the elevated stage. A slight smile on his face.
-[AARON]-:
{Calm} I remember the first time I performed on this stage ...
Aaron looks around, visualizing the crowd's applause.
-[AARON]-:
{Calm} The moment I stepped out and showed the world just who I was. Just why when I claimed myself as the best thing to hit acting since the 1960s, I wasn't just blowing smoke up my own ass, like oh so many before I had done. {Stern} I was the genuine article.
Winking, Aaron widens his smile.
-[AARON]-:
(Just like I am in the ring ...)
Aaron looks straight forward, scanning each row.
-[AARON]-:
{Relaxed} I knew that if I did that, I would have them in the palm of my hands. Eating everything that I fed to them, no matter what it was. I knew that I could put out the worst performance of my life and to them, it wouldn't matter. They'd still give me the adulation. The glory that my status commanded upon the industry.
Aaron laughs.
-[AARON]-:
{Smooth, Relaxed} The hallmark of a great actor is the ability to convince people. To make them into your puppets. {Blunt} I know to some it might come as a shock. You might be surprised to learn this, but it's the truth. {Sarcastic} I know how that makes you feel these days.
Aaron laughs, allowing himself a deep breath.
-[AARON]-
{Calm} Wrestling is no different. The end goal is the exact same. Make the audience eat up everything you preach and collect the accolades. The glory that is associated with it.
Aaron slides forward.
-[AARON]-:
(Make them believe you at any cost.) {Relaxed, cold} Which is something that most in this industry lack the capability to do. Which is why you see the influx of people who have to rely on crutches. Whether those be sociological or psychological. That is why they'll throw around the fact they have money, or that they have a sob story that means wrestling is all they have. That they need this industry as an escape route. A means to validate themselves.
Aaron glances forward. His eyes focused solely on the daffodil yellow banner hanging from the upper deck.
-[AARON]-:
{Firm, soft} A means to feel any sense of self-worth. {Relaxed} That is also why they believe their own delusions. Their own feelings of grandeur. Their hubris, that they just cannot, or that they refuse to back up when the time comes to actually set foot upon the stage. They experience stage fright.
Aaron drops his head slightly.
-[AARON]-:
(Just like 8th grade.)
Aaron lifts his head upward, sliding forward so that his shoes are now touching the cobblestones on the floor.
-[AARON]-:
{Calm, cold} They'll attempt to convince you that it's all an act. All a way to make you feel sympathetic towards them, hoping that you'll buy it. That you'll play their tune, but they are merely fooling themselves. Trying valiantly not to confess the truth. Even as it stares them in the eyes. Yet you still buy it. You still enable them to continue their facade. You enable them to believe they don't have to change themselves, because, with your support, they will achieve what they desire.
Aaron disappointingly shakes his head.
-[AARON]-:
{Flat, stern} Then you'll act as they duped you when you finally realize the truth about them. Or they reveal themselves to you.
Aaron pauses, stoically looking at the rows of vacant seating.
-[AARON]-:
{Blunt} No. You were just too blind to see the truth about them. They were never the innocent being that you wished for them to be. Or that they had sold themselves as being. They were never just one step away from success or glory. No matter how much they had convinced you they were. Just like it is on the stage, it was all an act. A means, for you to invest themselves within them. Detach yourself from reality.
Aaron places his right hand atop his heart, softly grabbing it.
-[AARON]-:
{Calm, flat} I know it hurts you to realize this. I know it pained you to see me do exactly what I said I would to Vince Garza last week, but that was your wake up call. That was me informing you that those who you had claimed were "heroes". Or that whose stories you were investing in, were np different to those you see in movies. A fantasy.
Aaron pauses, feeling a slight twinge hit him.
-[AARON]-:
(Not now. It's not the time. I'll deal with it.)
Clearing his throat, Aaron returns his stare to the banner.
-[AARON]-:
{Relaxed, smooth} Just like it's a fantasy born only of fairytales that any of the 13. The unlucky 13 men that have been thrust upon the stage have of walking out the winner in the battle royal. Of actually being able to walk out with the world title shot. The coup-de-gras.
Aaron flashes an arrogant smile.
-[AARON]-:
{Sarcastic} Oh, sorry. Did I hurt your poor little feelings?
Aaron laughs.
-[AARON]-
{Calm, sarcastic} Did I make you all feel violated?
Aaron places his left hand upward, in a manner similar to how a psychologist would hold a teddy bear.
-[AARON]-:
{Calm} Tell us where on the bear the words hurt you? {Relaxed, callous} Deep down, you all know I'm right. You all know that the hopes. The dreams you sweet, innocent beings had of surviving, were merely fanciful. A desire that you had to believe in yourself. To claim validation.
Aaron's smile turns cold.
-[AARON]-:
{Gentle, cold} To have the accolade that would acquire you acclaim. Whether you claim to be a "Guru" like Cray, a trillionaire like Marko, people who in their own eyes, deserve this like Damon, Jaice, Andre and Alex. Just trying to make a statement like PKA, John, El Muertos, Eilich, Arrow and Gunner or attempting you've still got it like the aptly named Old Man, you all have pleaded your case. Attempted to lure the fans in. Made them believe you'll be walking home with the prize.
Aaron pauses, standing up as he begins walking.
-[AARON]-:
{Stern, relaxed} A prize that is on your horizon. {Cold} Sadly for all thirteen of you, it is just out of your line of sight. {Relaxed} I've heard the words you've had to say. I've listened and realized just how insecure you all are. The self-doubt that riddles you.
Aaron keeps walking, the sound of his feet hitting the cobblestone the only sound heard.
-[AARON]-:
{Devillish} Just like I heard all the time at awards nights. Just like acting and the stage, none of those words matter. None of your veiled threats. Your claimed "commentary" matters once the lights are shining and you're between those ropes. The very same lesson Vince learned at Metal last Monday. {Calm} All thirteen of you.
Aaron stops at the fourth row, sitting down on the first seat on the left side of the aisle. Eyes focused on the stage.
-[AARON]-:
{Relaxed} You can believe all you want. You can state your case until you collapse. You can try and slander me. Portray me as lacking dedication. {Whispers} None of that matters. {Calm} They are feeble words. Designed to hide from the doubt. The truth that when the time comes. When the award is there for you to hold, it was just too far for you to reach. Remember that as you fall over that top rope. As your feet hit the floor.
Aaron smiles.
-[AARON]-:
{Arrogantly} ...While I, just as I have my entire career. Whether that be in the ring or on the stage, will be holding the prize. Looking down at you and smiling. Reminding you that I had warned you about this. That it was never going to end up in your possession.
Aaron pauses.
-[AARON]-:
{Cheerily} It's not my fault none of you has realized that. At Liberty or Death, however, {sinister} you will no longer have the choice. The privilege of being able to feign ignorance.
Aaron extends his right hand, pointing up at the stage.
-[AARON]-:
{Whispers} It'll be in plain view. {Calm} So please, show up. Take your place in the match and hold the hope of winning. It'll make the eventual and inevitable truth all the more pleasuring to indulge. It'll make it all the more sastifying to take your aspiration away.
Lowering his arm, Aaron laughs.
-[AARON]-:
{Soft} It'll make it all worthwhile.
FADE OUT.
END SCENE.
OPEN to the interior of the renowned "Emerson Colonial Theater", where 32 rows of seats can be seen, lined up one behind the other, neatly positioned. 12 seats are in each row. At the front of the Theater is a mahogany stage that has been set up in a manner similar to a Victorian Era setting. Complete with makeshift cobblestone pathways in the aisle and between each row of seats.
The lights are dimmed and the theater vacant, save for Aaron Osmosis <attired in a jet black pinstripe suit with a snow-white undershirt and raven black tie as well as Midnight black loafers> who is seated with his legs dangling over the edge of the elevated stage. A slight smile on his face.
-[AARON]-:
{Calm} I remember the first time I performed on this stage ...
Aaron looks around, visualizing the crowd's applause.
-[AARON]-:
{Calm} The moment I stepped out and showed the world just who I was. Just why when I claimed myself as the best thing to hit acting since the 1960s, I wasn't just blowing smoke up my own ass, like oh so many before I had done. {Stern} I was the genuine article.
Winking, Aaron widens his smile.
-[AARON]-:
(Just like I am in the ring ...)
Aaron looks straight forward, scanning each row.
-[AARON]-:
{Relaxed} I knew that if I did that, I would have them in the palm of my hands. Eating everything that I fed to them, no matter what it was. I knew that I could put out the worst performance of my life and to them, it wouldn't matter. They'd still give me the adulation. The glory that my status commanded upon the industry.
Aaron laughs.
-[AARON]-:
{Smooth, Relaxed} The hallmark of a great actor is the ability to convince people. To make them into your puppets. {Blunt} I know to some it might come as a shock. You might be surprised to learn this, but it's the truth. {Sarcastic} I know how that makes you feel these days.
Aaron laughs, allowing himself a deep breath.
-[AARON]-
{Calm} Wrestling is no different. The end goal is the exact same. Make the audience eat up everything you preach and collect the accolades. The glory that is associated with it.
Aaron slides forward.
-[AARON]-:
(Make them believe you at any cost.) {Relaxed, cold} Which is something that most in this industry lack the capability to do. Which is why you see the influx of people who have to rely on crutches. Whether those be sociological or psychological. That is why they'll throw around the fact they have money, or that they have a sob story that means wrestling is all they have. That they need this industry as an escape route. A means to validate themselves.
Aaron glances forward. His eyes focused solely on the daffodil yellow banner hanging from the upper deck.
-[AARON]-:
{Firm, soft} A means to feel any sense of self-worth. {Relaxed} That is also why they believe their own delusions. Their own feelings of grandeur. Their hubris, that they just cannot, or that they refuse to back up when the time comes to actually set foot upon the stage. They experience stage fright.
Aaron drops his head slightly.
-[AARON]-:
(Just like 8th grade.)
Aaron lifts his head upward, sliding forward so that his shoes are now touching the cobblestones on the floor.
-[AARON]-:
{Calm, cold} They'll attempt to convince you that it's all an act. All a way to make you feel sympathetic towards them, hoping that you'll buy it. That you'll play their tune, but they are merely fooling themselves. Trying valiantly not to confess the truth. Even as it stares them in the eyes. Yet you still buy it. You still enable them to continue their facade. You enable them to believe they don't have to change themselves, because, with your support, they will achieve what they desire.
Aaron disappointingly shakes his head.
-[AARON]-:
{Flat, stern} Then you'll act as they duped you when you finally realize the truth about them. Or they reveal themselves to you.
Aaron pauses, stoically looking at the rows of vacant seating.
-[AARON]-:
{Blunt} No. You were just too blind to see the truth about them. They were never the innocent being that you wished for them to be. Or that they had sold themselves as being. They were never just one step away from success or glory. No matter how much they had convinced you they were. Just like it is on the stage, it was all an act. A means, for you to invest themselves within them. Detach yourself from reality.
Aaron places his right hand atop his heart, softly grabbing it.
-[AARON]-:
{Calm, flat} I know it hurts you to realize this. I know it pained you to see me do exactly what I said I would to Vince Garza last week, but that was your wake up call. That was me informing you that those who you had claimed were "heroes". Or that whose stories you were investing in, were np different to those you see in movies. A fantasy.
Aaron pauses, feeling a slight twinge hit him.
-[AARON]-:
(Not now. It's not the time. I'll deal with it.)
Clearing his throat, Aaron returns his stare to the banner.
-[AARON]-:
{Relaxed, smooth} Just like it's a fantasy born only of fairytales that any of the 13. The unlucky 13 men that have been thrust upon the stage have of walking out the winner in the battle royal. Of actually being able to walk out with the world title shot. The coup-de-gras.
Aaron flashes an arrogant smile.
-[AARON]-:
{Sarcastic} Oh, sorry. Did I hurt your poor little feelings?
Aaron laughs.
-[AARON]-
{Calm, sarcastic} Did I make you all feel violated?
Aaron places his left hand upward, in a manner similar to how a psychologist would hold a teddy bear.
-[AARON]-:
{Calm} Tell us where on the bear the words hurt you? {Relaxed, callous} Deep down, you all know I'm right. You all know that the hopes. The dreams you sweet, innocent beings had of surviving, were merely fanciful. A desire that you had to believe in yourself. To claim validation.
Aaron's smile turns cold.
-[AARON]-:
{Gentle, cold} To have the accolade that would acquire you acclaim. Whether you claim to be a "Guru" like Cray, a trillionaire like Marko, people who in their own eyes, deserve this like Damon, Jaice, Andre and Alex. Just trying to make a statement like PKA, John, El Muertos, Eilich, Arrow and Gunner or attempting you've still got it like the aptly named Old Man, you all have pleaded your case. Attempted to lure the fans in. Made them believe you'll be walking home with the prize.
Aaron pauses, standing up as he begins walking.
-[AARON]-:
{Stern, relaxed} A prize that is on your horizon. {Cold} Sadly for all thirteen of you, it is just out of your line of sight. {Relaxed} I've heard the words you've had to say. I've listened and realized just how insecure you all are. The self-doubt that riddles you.
Aaron keeps walking, the sound of his feet hitting the cobblestone the only sound heard.
-[AARON]-:
{Devillish} Just like I heard all the time at awards nights. Just like acting and the stage, none of those words matter. None of your veiled threats. Your claimed "commentary" matters once the lights are shining and you're between those ropes. The very same lesson Vince learned at Metal last Monday. {Calm} All thirteen of you.
Aaron stops at the fourth row, sitting down on the first seat on the left side of the aisle. Eyes focused on the stage.
-[AARON]-:
{Relaxed} You can believe all you want. You can state your case until you collapse. You can try and slander me. Portray me as lacking dedication. {Whispers} None of that matters. {Calm} They are feeble words. Designed to hide from the doubt. The truth that when the time comes. When the award is there for you to hold, it was just too far for you to reach. Remember that as you fall over that top rope. As your feet hit the floor.
Aaron smiles.
-[AARON]-:
{Arrogantly} ...While I, just as I have my entire career. Whether that be in the ring or on the stage, will be holding the prize. Looking down at you and smiling. Reminding you that I had warned you about this. That it was never going to end up in your possession.
Aaron pauses.
-[AARON]-:
{Cheerily} It's not my fault none of you has realized that. At Liberty or Death, however, {sinister} you will no longer have the choice. The privilege of being able to feign ignorance.
Aaron extends his right hand, pointing up at the stage.
-[AARON]-:
{Whispers} It'll be in plain view. {Calm} So please, show up. Take your place in the match and hold the hope of winning. It'll make the eventual and inevitable truth all the more pleasuring to indulge. It'll make it all the more sastifying to take your aspiration away.
Lowering his arm, Aaron laughs.
-[AARON]-:
{Soft} It'll make it all worthwhile.
FADE OUT.
END SCENE.
