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The Sorrow I couldn't help but dream about that night...As I'm wheeled away from a endless train of thought, I find myself transforming before our very eyes within the pitch black scene. His long, oily, stringy, black and gray hair becomes that of a short brown. His skin gains color, giving him more of a life like appearance. His peppered goatee is now gone, for he is clean shaven. His eyes, those black, lifeless eyes have returned to their original color of hazel. His scars are healed. His attire has changed as well, for he is now bearing a black tuxedo with a white undershirt, complete with a black bow tie. Cole Marr examines himself over, feeling his face, his hair, even looking at his arms and legs to notice the wardrobe change. “Hey, baby.” Cole’s hands drop to his side at hearing those words. He slowly turns around in disbelief. Upon making the full transition, his eyes light up. The view pulls out to see a young, beautiful young lady sporting a dress of white, one of which you would imagine the likes of royalty bearing upon their wedding day. Cole huffs and puffs, trying to mouth whatever words it is that come to his mind upon seeing this ravishing beauty that stands approximately fifteen feet before him. Tears swell up in his eyes, and for the first time, we see a smile come to what we’ve known to be an expressionless face. Ke…Kesia?! “Yes, baby. It’s me.” Upon hearing those words, the mindset of Cole is dead. The pain he has endured for so long has been lifted. The loneliness, the misanthropia, the anguish, all of it. It’s gone. The sight of her, and the love he feels radiating from her core towards him kills it all, as if it was nothing but a terrifying nightmare in which he has awaken. It’s been…so long… Those are the only words he could manage to muster. His heart is breaking upon seeing her, but at the same time healing. It doesn’t make sense, but nothing does when love is concerned, and that’s what we are witnessing. Cole Marr alive and in love. A new side of which none of us thought we would ever see. “Come dance with me, baby.” He stands straight up, inhaling a deep breath to collect his emotions, then exhaling. Cole adjusts his suit and begins making his way towards his beloved Kesia. As he walks, the scene slowly fades in. The black we see slowly becomes no more. We are at a summer ocean side in the friendly hours of the night. The moon beads down upon the ocean, giving that awe inspiring poetic feel from the waves that contort it’s oval. Light’s cue in, as well as tables filled with people dressed for a wedding. They are drinking their champagne and eating their fancy foods while watching what takes place before them. The ocean side altar fades in next, along with the minister who still stands where one would expect him to when vows of matrimony are exchanged. Kesia stands barefoot in the sand between the alter and the round tables that have been provided for the guests of the reception. Cole takes his beloved by the hand. The minister steps from the altar, coughing loudly to get the attention of the audience. -Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the first dance between the bride and her groom.- The lights slowly fade, leaving the bride and groom to do what they’ve always dreamed of, dancing in the moonlight under the stars. It is something they swore they’d wait to do until the day of their wedding. To have their ceremony on the ocean’s front, and their reception there as well so that they could dance under the stars, having the only light present be that of the friendly moon. I love you, baby. So much “And I love you. More than anyone could ever possibly understand.” The music kicks in. Cole pulls Kesia close to him, and they slowly start dancing. *You’re my world, the shelter from the rain.* *You’re the pills, that take away my pain.* I had this awful dream, baby. I dreamt that I had lost you, and was going insane. It felt so real, I was so alone. So terrified. So weak Kesia pulls lifts here head off of her husbands chest, looking up at him. “Baby, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” Their eyes meet and both shed tears of happiness. This is the moment they’ve been waiting for so long to have. Their dance. Their wedding. The day their separate lives became one. They truly loved each other, and couldn’t bear to live without one another. *You’re the light, that helps me find my way.* *You’re the words, when I have nothing to say.* I’m so thankful to have you, baby. You saved me from the darkness. You brought life back into my heart. I laid down and died long before I met you, just drifting through this painful existence like a zombie. You came along and changed me, for the better. I owe my life to you, and my undying love “Don’t say that, baby. You don’t owe me your life. All I’ve ever wanted was your love, and that’s what you’ve given me. Nothing but the purest form of love one could ever imagine. That love has saved me in the same light that my love has saved you. We are meant to be, baby. We’ve said it before, and we’ve known it for a long time. But, look at us! We are living our dream, baby. This is what we’ve always wanted.” *And in this world where nothing else is true.* *Here I am still tangled up in you.* *I’m still tangled up in you.* *Still tangled up in you.* The handsome groom pulls Kesia’s head back, gazing down into her beautiful brown eyes. He wipes the tears of joy from the apple of her cheek and kisses her on the forehead. Then pulls her body back to his. *You’re the fire, that warms me when I’m cold.* *You’re the hand I have to hold as I grow old.* “Baby?” Yes, my love? *You’re the shore, when I am lost at sea.* *You’re the only thing that I like about me.* “I have something to tell you. Something has happened that we’ve both thought impossible.” What, baby? “I’m pregnant.” *And in this world where nothing else is true.* *Here I am still tangled up in you.* *I’m still tangled up in you.* Cole just stops moving. There they are in the middle of everything, everybody’s eyes upon them, and the groom has stopped dancing to their song. He once again lifts Kesia’s head up off of his chest and pulls himself back away. His eyes tell a story we have never seen before. A story of a man who couldn’t be happier, a man who has it all, and could ask for nothing else. Yeah? Kesia nods her head. Cole lifts her into the air as they both laugh with joy. He lowers her down after a moment so that she’s eye level with him, and holds here there. They press their foreheads together. *How long has it been?* *Since this story line began.* *And I hope it never ends.* *And goes like this forever.* With their foreheads pressed together, they gaze into each others eyes. Nothing but love, and maybe a bit of lust for one another can be seen. Their eyes tell a tale of two young adults who have been blessed by God. Blessed for having one another, but also blessed at the news of having a child. A true fairy-tale ending, the happily ever after both have always fantasized having. Never with someone else, though. Only with each other. For neither of these two “kids” knew what love was until they met on that faithful day. *In this world where nothing else is true.* *Here I am Still tangled up in you.* With tears streaming down both of their faces, they smile at one another. *Tangled up in you.* “You remember what I wanted you to do, right baby?” Of course, my love. You desire to be dipped and kissed at the end of the song. “Good Boy. I’ll reward you later tonight.” They both laugh and hold onto each other tighter that before. *I’m still tangled up in you.* *Still tangled up in you.* Now, at the songs end, Cole does just as his bride wanted him to do. He dipped her, still holding her tight within his grasps. He peers down into her beautiful eyes, as she beams a heavenly smile, one of which would make the most beautiful of angels jealous of her exquisiteness. He smiles back, licking his lips that the salty ocean air has dehydrated. She follows, licking hers as well. “Kiss me like it’s the last time we will ever kiss, baby.” Cole shakes his head at her with a smile. Never “Why not?” Because I don’t want to know what our last kiss will feel like, baby. I never want to lose you, and never want to think about losing you Tears swell up in her eyes once again, and stream down their corners. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Once or twice She laughs at the witty reply. “Kiss me, dammit!” Cole giggles at her impatience. I love you Kesia pulls Cole’s head down and their lips lock. They knew people were watching, but they really didn’t care. They tried to keep it at a tasteful level, but failed miserably. It was such a kiss that would make exotic film stars blush. One of which perfectly exemplified the truest form of a couple’s passion towards one another. Her fingers tread through his hair on the back of his head. He kept one arm around her, holding her off the ground, while the other hand gently caressed her cheek. They say a man truly loves a woman if he touches her face while they kiss. It is something that no one can prove, but on this day, Miss Marr De’Lura proved it. He held her face gently, as if it were a priceless glass vase that needed to be handled delicately, with tender love and care. Their eyes were both closed, for they cared not what was going on around then, nor who was around them. They only cared about one another, for one another. Everything else at this moment, everything, it was all meaningless. All they had was each other and their unborn child. It’s all they wanted, all they needed. The view watches the newly weds heated moment of affection, catching Kesia’s hand fall limp from the back of Cole’s head. His eyes open, looking onto her. Her eyes remain closed. He pulls his head back, perplexed as to what is going on. He straightens his back, still holding onto her. She is limp, nothing but dead weight. Kesia…Keisia? Kesia!? He gently shakes her, as if trying to wake her from a nights slumber, but gets no response. Still holding onto her, he lowers his ear down to her chest, listening for a heart beat. He raises his head frantically. Baby, no. Don’t do this to me. Wake up, baby. Please wake up! He shakes her again, this time not so gently. Oh, God no. Please…no. HELP ME! HELP ME PLEASE! A few of the guests rush towards Cole to answer his pleading cries. Her heart isn’t beating. She’s not breathing Upon hearing that, one of the ladies who came to Cole’s aid pulls out her cell phone, dialing 911. She saunters away from the panicking crowd to speak with the director on the other line. Kesia, baby, please. Not now. Please, baby. Not at our moment of glory. We’ve waited so long for this. PLEASE! Don’t do this now! He looks down at her expecting a reply, like this is just a joke she’s playing on him and any second she’s going to rise up with laughter. That moment, however, doesn’t come. He picks her up as if he’s going to carry her over the threshold, carrying her away from the crowd. They all stand and watch as he takes off in a sprint with her corpse in his grasp. He can’t do it. His emotions are running rampant. He stops dead in his tracks a few feet away from the crowd, weeping over his motionless beloved. He falls to his knees, still holding her within his arms. With tears flooding out of his eyes, he gazes down at her. Kesia, baby. Please wake up. Please. I can’t live without you, baby. I need you. Just… Cole looks up towards the sky. Please God. Don’t take her away from me. She’s carrying my child, a child of which is a miracle from you. Give her back her life, God. Give her mine! All she’s ever wanted was my eternal love and the ability to bear children. Do you think it not better to take one life instead of two? PLEASE GOD! DAMN IT! His sights fall from the sky above down to his departed darling. He picks a horrendous time to take her into his sights, for what is to come now will stay with him forevermore. Cole notices the skin around Kesia’s eyes has turned black. At first, he thinks nothing of it. Only that it’s natural for a woman who has been crying to have her eye makeup smeared like that. It begins to rapidly spread, covering her whole face in a matter of moments. His eyes grow wide in terror for what he is witnessing. In a matter of seconds, her entire body is black as death. He shakes his head making a sour face, a face that only could be made by smelling the stench of death. Her flesh, now completely black, begins to rip apart, decaying before our very eyes. Blood gushes and oozes out of her body, covering her husband, who still holds her in his arms. It takes the body no time to rapidly decompose, and all that’s left in Wolfgang’s arms is her skeletal remains that bear the blood soaked wedding dress. The groom, Cole, is in a total state of shock and disbelieve and what just transpired before his eyes. With blood dripping from every inch of his body onto the ground, he lays his beloved down, kissing her forehead. He gets to his feet, turning around to see the guests of their wedding standing before him, observing every single thing that just happened. He says nothing, just walks towards them. Perhaps wanting to walk to the ocean to clean himself off from the crimson stain that covers him. One of the guests attempts to console him, but cannot find the words to say, simply places their hand on his back. The view catches Cole’s eyes grow wide. In a swift move, he turns, grabbing the mans arm and twists, breaking it. His monstrous strength is too much, for the bone breaks through the skin and pierces the overcoat the man is wearing. He doesn’t stop there, however. He continues to twist until the man’s arm detaches. The innocent guest shrieks in agonizing pain, but is quickly silenced when his own arm is forcefully and brutally collided with his skull. The man falls, and the other guests, the ones who are not vomiting from the amount of gore they have witnessed on this day, begin to flea. One by one, Cole catches them as they attempt to hurdle past him. He snaps the neck of every single one he catches and continues walking, not even taking time to watch his victim’s corpses hit the ground. He grabs a candle that’s positioned on one of the tables, an oil candle to be exact. He smashes it across his knee, causing the oil to splatter all over him. The flame from the burning wick quickly ignites, covering him in flames. His unbearable bellows of pain are truly heartbreaking, but it’s no the flames that hurt him so deeply, but it’s the loss of his beloved that hurts the most. Under the blacklight, we're all exposed. We must take this opportunity and learn about ourselves, or fall victim to the age old peril of being left behind. Everyone has to take stock of themselves at some point, and must re-evaluate who they are as a person, or evolution is fruitless. I've been under the blacklight and I've seen who I really am. Who I really am is a ruthless tyrant, who will see things done my way. That's the only way NLCW will ever survive, is if a Visionary like myself, leads it into greener pastures. Do you really think that the likes of Bucky could ever be the face of the company? You should, because he could be, one more time Hell Chris Champion is Champion anything can happen. Bucky, you have crossed a line and you have no comprehension of the repercussions. You made a return to NLCW to try to breathe new life, you returned with a hell of a storyline, which seems to have fished out quicker than your attempt at a comeback. Now, I did a little bit of research -- like I always do -- into Bucky. What I found isn't that encouraging. He's apparently a big name around here, or at least he was. But rather then using it to his advantage, he is wasting his career by bouncing from job to job. A deadbeat, in other words. And that seems to be a title that he embraces, given how he never stops smiling. And from what I've read, despite his winning the championship here, he's not really that great shakes a wrestler. He relies on throwing an opponent off their game by playing silly games to wait for a mistake. This, I'm sorry to say, makes him rather easy pickings for me. See, as I've mentioned before, I generally don't get angry. It takes a lot of work to piss me off, and merely playing games and pandering to the crowd won't be enough to do it. And if you're waiting for me to leave an opening, Bucky, I'm afraid you're wrestling the wrong guy. I don't leave openings, I exploit them. I don't claim to have a 149 IQ or anything like that, but I am pretty fucking clever. After all, anyone who can turn a couple thousand dollars and a car title into an international business juggernaut worth billions has more than an average intellect. I've also got shitload more wrestling experience than you. I'm not just a rookie sensation, you know. While I might only have been in this company for a few months, I've been wrestling since high school, and professionally since I graduated. I've got experience in any style you care to mention. And, by the track record I listed earlier, you know I'm not just some overtrained blowhard. I can back up what I say in the ring. So go ahead, prepare for this match, fill out another contract for another promotion I'll just smack that smile off your face, and walk out that much closer to championship gold Know your fucking place. |