Post by graymalone on Jun 12, 2016 14:35:28 GMT -5
Gray Malone is standing in his driveway, with a garden hose and a bucket, with soap suds overflowing out of it. He is spraying water into the bucket, making sure enough of it is in there, instead of mostly foam. Beside him sits a Tungsten color Chevrolet Silverado. He is shirtless, and in a pair of green swimming trunks, as the weather is a perfect 85 degrees, here in Chesapeake, Virginia.
The door to his house opens up, and out walks a young girl. She has on a bikini top, and shorts on. She is plopping away with her flip flops coming toward him. She has long, reddish brown hair, and is a spitting image of the man we all know....and they all hate.
Malone: Hey, baby girl did you bring us some wash rags from the garage?
His daughter Layne throws them both into the bucket, trying to splash her dad.
Layne: Yes, daddy. So you promise we can go see X-men after this?
He drops the hose on the ground, gently, and begins dunking one of the rags in the bucket.
Malone: Did you do good on your SOL's? You told me you weren't all that excited about your Math.
She kicks off her flip flops.
Layne: Yes I did well.
Malone: So does this mean...that my little girl is about to go into high school?
She smiles.
Layne: Yes it would seem so now wouldn't it.
Malone: Chest Bump!!!!!!!
She runs at him, and leaps up in the air, and chest bumps Gray. He then gives her a one armed hug.
Malone: Yeah, let's wash this hog, and then we can get cleaned up and go see it. Should be a good one.
She grabs a rag, and they begin washing the left side of the truck. Gray at the forward end, and Layne at the back end. She finishes her half, and goes to grab the hose, but Gray stands up quickly.
Malone: Ahhh, you aren't as quick as you think punk.
He throws the rag at her, and as she goes to catch it, he grabs the hose, and sprays his daughter, causing her to scream.
Layne: Dad!!
She is laughing as she runs from him. He has the biggest smile on his face, as he hears her laugh. It's the best sound to him.
Malone: Okay, okay I'll stop. Come on, let's do this, so we can go get ready. I gotta train this evening.
She comes back cautiously. He begins spraying the side that they scrubbed. She stands beside him.
Layne: When am I going to meet Janell?
He looks down to her.
Malone: Soon, baby. She is really eager to meet you as well. I know the both of you are going to get along so well.
She looks at her dad and smiles.
Layne: I know I don't remember much of mom, but I know you loved her daddy. And I know that you dedicated so much to doing everything you can for me. I'll always love you. And I will always be proud of you.
Gray stops the spray from the nozzle, and looks at his daughter.
Malone: It's me that is proud of you Layne. I know you've been dealing with the anxiety and the depression. I know some days are hard, I get that. I know last year was difficult, with the home schooling and what not. But you went to school all year. You started the junior varsity softball team, this year. I can't tell you how much I look up to you. You make me want to do better in my life, and in my career. Your Uncle Corey even told me, that you are the reason, we chose Angelz. Did you know that?
Layne lights up at the sound of her daddy's mentors name.
Layne: That's awesome!! When is Uncle Corey gonna stop by? I haven't seen him in weeks. He has the coolest mask. Kind of looks like a humongous ape with a mask from that Purge movie on.
Gray starts watering down the front of his truck.
Malone: Purge? Since when did you watch those movies young lady?
She shrugs her shoulders.
Layne: Well, Mackenzie and Maddy brought it over and we watched it. You were out in San Jose...you know, when you lost.
She laughs.
Malone: Okay, okay. Yes I lost. Those movies will give you nightmares little girl.
She looks at him seriously.
Layne: Dad. It's like you always told me. Nightmares are nothing more than figments of dreams, that show you what the real world holds for you. They guide you, they prepare you for what the world holds for you. I don't fear nightmares. Just like you. Now......when am I gonna meet Janell??
He smiles at his smart little woman.
Malone: Soon, I promise. I got something planned for the both of you. We are gonna have fun. Can you hit the front of the truck real quick, while I run inside?
Layne: Yes sir.
He leaves her to it, and he walks inside of the house. A huge foyer welcomes the viewer, as he walks into a great room, with a huge fireplace in the middle of it. Gray looks out of the window to see, Layne scrubbing the front of his truck, as he walks back to the hearth of the fireplace.....where a beautiful jar sits.
Malone: This.....is what is left of Tina. My murdered wife.
He points out towards his daughter.
Malone: Her murdered mother. There is no gravesite. There is no tombstone. There is no rotting carcass under 6 feet of dirt, to become worm food. This is my memorial. The last bit of her that I could possess, for not being there the night she was abruptly taken from me and my Layne.
He places a hand on the jar.
Malone: The local authorities....you know....they never found the thief that stole the final beat of the most beautiful heart that I knew. Justice was never served. All that is left, is the pure permanent end that is her, gone from Layne and I.
He walks over to the window, to see his daughter spraying the front of the truck, where she scrubbed.
Malone: We are fine. My daughter is so empowering to me. She is my strength. She is my guidance. She is my phoenix. I choose to follow her wherever she chooses to go. And I know how it sounds to you people watching this at home. Fathers are supposed to lead their children. But men and women follow inspiration. That girl outside there, is my inspiration. She is my hero. My rock. Not one soul on God's green earth will ever lay a hand on her. I wasn't there for her mother. That will never happen for her little girl.
Now, it is true that I have met another woman. Janell is her name. I've never met a woman, quite like her. As beautiful as she is on the outside....it is what rests on the inside of this woman's soul, and heart, that has me quickly and suddenly falling for her. I have told her everything. She has listened, and she has offered guidance. The qualities that she possesses are quite like what my daughter possesses. Independence. A huge heart. Caring for others, when they feel they don't deserve it.
I have found myself to be blessed all of a sudden.
Malone walks away from the hearth, and steps into his enormous kitchen. He places both hands on the long bar that runs half the length of the room.
Malone: I have an opponent this week, inside of a dark match. I have come to terms with my position in the company. I have understood my journey has now began anew, at the bottom of the barrel. I know full well, that regardless of who I align myself with, I am most definately in a must win situation. I thrive on that. But my opponent, Koro, has found a way to try and chip some of my confidence off of my armor. Apparently he has decided, to sink to depths of staging a promo in front of some headstone that bares the name of my long deceased wife. Normally, this would induce a simple murder. But I am not that type of Angel. I am not an Angel of Hate, like my mentor Corey Bull. I am a man that thrives in the shadows. I say that as a paraphrase for someone that goes into an unknown state of mind, Koro. For I don't literally hide in shadows of a corner. I don't lay out in the dark shades of a tree, to camoflauge an assault. Shadows are what I call serenity. I go to focus. I go to prepare. I train, constantly, at the age of 36. My body is a physical enigma at my age. I am in the best shape of my life. After losing 3 in a row, my focus is so razor sharp, that just looking at it, will cause a flesh wound. While you try with all of your pathetic might to get into my head with staging a pointless promo of you at my dead wife's gravesite....I stand here, in the midst of washing my bad ass truck with my daughter...looking at the jar that holds her precious ashes. Simply put...you have already lost this match. Anything that you say, or provide for the fans viewing pleasure, is a pure falsehood, based on anything that you can pull to disrupt the heart of a man, whose heart is so hardened.....it could be wrapped in rawhide, and burnt to a blackened crisp....and still beat.
The front door opens up, and Layne's voice is heard.
Layne: Oh I see, you are gonna try and get me to do the whole truck, daddy?
Gray shouts back after smiling.
Malone: I'm just getting you ready for the day when you have your own vehicle, Layne. I'll be out there in a few minutes, okay?
She lets out a sarcastic grunt, and closes the door. He pulls out two Dixie cups, and begins putting ice in them. He places them on the bar.
Malone: It seems that Koro and his American Scrotum scrubber, Detroit Pete, have decided to envelop me in childish insults, coupled with promises of unbelievable violence towards me. Talk of crushing my bones, and what not, is so commonplace in this industry. I will admit, Koro seems to be slightly larger than I am, but I trust you all watching know...there is no way that matters to me. I have always been a keen student of the game that I represent. Inside of those four corners, wrapped in ropes...I am a true technical chameleon. My emotions got the best of me in my last two contests, as I tried with all my might to show the NGW how weak they were. All I proved, was that the league I ran in for years was nothing compared to the talent that graces these halls. And so, I enter Vendetta one more time....or shall I say, I enter the sideshow match that happens as the superstars on the actual card get ready to entertain those that are watching on television, from around the world. So be it. Koro gets the first taste. I show up to work, and I put it that work. For as big and powerful as Koro is, his end will come very swiftly. I mean hell, they gotta get that Battle Royal going for the fans, don't they? Why waste time seeing a one sided technical assassination, of some Russian Brute that mocks America so unoriginally...that no one bats an eye in his direction.
He pours tea in both cups, and replaces the jug in the fridge. He turns back.
Malone: My standards are now set in stone. I choose a different path now. I choose the path of my mentors. Emotions won't get in my way anymore. They will be blocked as I stand face to face with you, Russian Monster. No one wants to see a supposed Hall of Famer having twitter wars with superstars that he can't even show up and defeat. That will not happen anymore. I have dropped to the bottom of the card. I have dropped to the bottom of the lowest division.
I am free.
And my wings can stretch now. One by one they will now come to face me. And beginning with you, Koro....one by one they will fall to the mat, as I stand over them, and I look into their dazed eyes, and I whisper.......
You Lose.
He grabs the cups, and heads back out the front door, as the scene fades to black.
The door to his house opens up, and out walks a young girl. She has on a bikini top, and shorts on. She is plopping away with her flip flops coming toward him. She has long, reddish brown hair, and is a spitting image of the man we all know....and they all hate.
Malone: Hey, baby girl did you bring us some wash rags from the garage?
His daughter Layne throws them both into the bucket, trying to splash her dad.
Layne: Yes, daddy. So you promise we can go see X-men after this?
He drops the hose on the ground, gently, and begins dunking one of the rags in the bucket.
Malone: Did you do good on your SOL's? You told me you weren't all that excited about your Math.
She kicks off her flip flops.
Layne: Yes I did well.
Malone: So does this mean...that my little girl is about to go into high school?
She smiles.
Layne: Yes it would seem so now wouldn't it.
Malone: Chest Bump!!!!!!!
She runs at him, and leaps up in the air, and chest bumps Gray. He then gives her a one armed hug.
Malone: Yeah, let's wash this hog, and then we can get cleaned up and go see it. Should be a good one.
She grabs a rag, and they begin washing the left side of the truck. Gray at the forward end, and Layne at the back end. She finishes her half, and goes to grab the hose, but Gray stands up quickly.
Malone: Ahhh, you aren't as quick as you think punk.
He throws the rag at her, and as she goes to catch it, he grabs the hose, and sprays his daughter, causing her to scream.
Layne: Dad!!
She is laughing as she runs from him. He has the biggest smile on his face, as he hears her laugh. It's the best sound to him.
Malone: Okay, okay I'll stop. Come on, let's do this, so we can go get ready. I gotta train this evening.
She comes back cautiously. He begins spraying the side that they scrubbed. She stands beside him.
Layne: When am I going to meet Janell?
He looks down to her.
Malone: Soon, baby. She is really eager to meet you as well. I know the both of you are going to get along so well.
She looks at her dad and smiles.
Layne: I know I don't remember much of mom, but I know you loved her daddy. And I know that you dedicated so much to doing everything you can for me. I'll always love you. And I will always be proud of you.
Gray stops the spray from the nozzle, and looks at his daughter.
Malone: It's me that is proud of you Layne. I know you've been dealing with the anxiety and the depression. I know some days are hard, I get that. I know last year was difficult, with the home schooling and what not. But you went to school all year. You started the junior varsity softball team, this year. I can't tell you how much I look up to you. You make me want to do better in my life, and in my career. Your Uncle Corey even told me, that you are the reason, we chose Angelz. Did you know that?
Layne lights up at the sound of her daddy's mentors name.
Layne: That's awesome!! When is Uncle Corey gonna stop by? I haven't seen him in weeks. He has the coolest mask. Kind of looks like a humongous ape with a mask from that Purge movie on.
Gray starts watering down the front of his truck.
Malone: Purge? Since when did you watch those movies young lady?
She shrugs her shoulders.
Layne: Well, Mackenzie and Maddy brought it over and we watched it. You were out in San Jose...you know, when you lost.
She laughs.
Malone: Okay, okay. Yes I lost. Those movies will give you nightmares little girl.
She looks at him seriously.
Layne: Dad. It's like you always told me. Nightmares are nothing more than figments of dreams, that show you what the real world holds for you. They guide you, they prepare you for what the world holds for you. I don't fear nightmares. Just like you. Now......when am I gonna meet Janell??
He smiles at his smart little woman.
Malone: Soon, I promise. I got something planned for the both of you. We are gonna have fun. Can you hit the front of the truck real quick, while I run inside?
Layne: Yes sir.
He leaves her to it, and he walks inside of the house. A huge foyer welcomes the viewer, as he walks into a great room, with a huge fireplace in the middle of it. Gray looks out of the window to see, Layne scrubbing the front of his truck, as he walks back to the hearth of the fireplace.....where a beautiful jar sits.
Malone: This.....is what is left of Tina. My murdered wife.
He points out towards his daughter.
Malone: Her murdered mother. There is no gravesite. There is no tombstone. There is no rotting carcass under 6 feet of dirt, to become worm food. This is my memorial. The last bit of her that I could possess, for not being there the night she was abruptly taken from me and my Layne.
He places a hand on the jar.
Malone: The local authorities....you know....they never found the thief that stole the final beat of the most beautiful heart that I knew. Justice was never served. All that is left, is the pure permanent end that is her, gone from Layne and I.
He walks over to the window, to see his daughter spraying the front of the truck, where she scrubbed.
Malone: We are fine. My daughter is so empowering to me. She is my strength. She is my guidance. She is my phoenix. I choose to follow her wherever she chooses to go. And I know how it sounds to you people watching this at home. Fathers are supposed to lead their children. But men and women follow inspiration. That girl outside there, is my inspiration. She is my hero. My rock. Not one soul on God's green earth will ever lay a hand on her. I wasn't there for her mother. That will never happen for her little girl.
Now, it is true that I have met another woman. Janell is her name. I've never met a woman, quite like her. As beautiful as she is on the outside....it is what rests on the inside of this woman's soul, and heart, that has me quickly and suddenly falling for her. I have told her everything. She has listened, and she has offered guidance. The qualities that she possesses are quite like what my daughter possesses. Independence. A huge heart. Caring for others, when they feel they don't deserve it.
I have found myself to be blessed all of a sudden.
Malone walks away from the hearth, and steps into his enormous kitchen. He places both hands on the long bar that runs half the length of the room.
Malone: I have an opponent this week, inside of a dark match. I have come to terms with my position in the company. I have understood my journey has now began anew, at the bottom of the barrel. I know full well, that regardless of who I align myself with, I am most definately in a must win situation. I thrive on that. But my opponent, Koro, has found a way to try and chip some of my confidence off of my armor. Apparently he has decided, to sink to depths of staging a promo in front of some headstone that bares the name of my long deceased wife. Normally, this would induce a simple murder. But I am not that type of Angel. I am not an Angel of Hate, like my mentor Corey Bull. I am a man that thrives in the shadows. I say that as a paraphrase for someone that goes into an unknown state of mind, Koro. For I don't literally hide in shadows of a corner. I don't lay out in the dark shades of a tree, to camoflauge an assault. Shadows are what I call serenity. I go to focus. I go to prepare. I train, constantly, at the age of 36. My body is a physical enigma at my age. I am in the best shape of my life. After losing 3 in a row, my focus is so razor sharp, that just looking at it, will cause a flesh wound. While you try with all of your pathetic might to get into my head with staging a pointless promo of you at my dead wife's gravesite....I stand here, in the midst of washing my bad ass truck with my daughter...looking at the jar that holds her precious ashes. Simply put...you have already lost this match. Anything that you say, or provide for the fans viewing pleasure, is a pure falsehood, based on anything that you can pull to disrupt the heart of a man, whose heart is so hardened.....it could be wrapped in rawhide, and burnt to a blackened crisp....and still beat.
The front door opens up, and Layne's voice is heard.
Layne: Oh I see, you are gonna try and get me to do the whole truck, daddy?
Gray shouts back after smiling.
Malone: I'm just getting you ready for the day when you have your own vehicle, Layne. I'll be out there in a few minutes, okay?
She lets out a sarcastic grunt, and closes the door. He pulls out two Dixie cups, and begins putting ice in them. He places them on the bar.
Malone: It seems that Koro and his American Scrotum scrubber, Detroit Pete, have decided to envelop me in childish insults, coupled with promises of unbelievable violence towards me. Talk of crushing my bones, and what not, is so commonplace in this industry. I will admit, Koro seems to be slightly larger than I am, but I trust you all watching know...there is no way that matters to me. I have always been a keen student of the game that I represent. Inside of those four corners, wrapped in ropes...I am a true technical chameleon. My emotions got the best of me in my last two contests, as I tried with all my might to show the NGW how weak they were. All I proved, was that the league I ran in for years was nothing compared to the talent that graces these halls. And so, I enter Vendetta one more time....or shall I say, I enter the sideshow match that happens as the superstars on the actual card get ready to entertain those that are watching on television, from around the world. So be it. Koro gets the first taste. I show up to work, and I put it that work. For as big and powerful as Koro is, his end will come very swiftly. I mean hell, they gotta get that Battle Royal going for the fans, don't they? Why waste time seeing a one sided technical assassination, of some Russian Brute that mocks America so unoriginally...that no one bats an eye in his direction.
He pours tea in both cups, and replaces the jug in the fridge. He turns back.
Malone: My standards are now set in stone. I choose a different path now. I choose the path of my mentors. Emotions won't get in my way anymore. They will be blocked as I stand face to face with you, Russian Monster. No one wants to see a supposed Hall of Famer having twitter wars with superstars that he can't even show up and defeat. That will not happen anymore. I have dropped to the bottom of the card. I have dropped to the bottom of the lowest division.
I am free.
And my wings can stretch now. One by one they will now come to face me. And beginning with you, Koro....one by one they will fall to the mat, as I stand over them, and I look into their dazed eyes, and I whisper.......
You Lose.
He grabs the cups, and heads back out the front door, as the scene fades to black.