GreggG
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(CUT TO: TSUNAMI sits in front of a mirror. He is lacing on his mask, the base black as night, with golden horns coming off the front. He is shirtless-- his small but muscular frame is scarred from years of violence. TSUNAMI's eyes are glazed over, fearsome in their coldness. TSUNAMI speaking in his native Japanese, but underneath, his words are translated into English.)
TSUNAMI: How long has it been, TSUNAMI? How long has it been since you felt this alive? How long has it been since you noticed how blue the sky is, how blue the ocean is. How long has it been since you noticed the leaves changing colors? The leaves. (Tsunami takes in a huge breath.) They are at their most beautiful right when they are about to DIE. They are a boring green. And then as the weather grows cold, they turn orange... red... yellow. And then, like the REST of nature, like MAN HIMSELF... they die.
It has been a LONG time since I last realized how BEAUTIFUL the world is... how BEAUTIFUL life is. My opponents... a tag team known as THE PROFESSIONALS seem not to realize this. They seem to be the types who enjoy EMBRACING the MUNDANE. They enjoy the cheap laughs and the accompianment of THE MEDIOCRE. They do not understand that their opponents... myself and my new tag partner Johnny Lang... do not embrace the mundane... but instead embrace LIFE'S TRUE BEAUTY.
My opponents do not realize exactly how BEAUTIFUL they are. Our bodies, when controlled with fine timing and precision, are the poems of the ancient warriors. For years, I have flown through the air with the grace of a hawk, inspiring both AWE and FEAR at once. Both my BODY and my SOUL contain beauty as I go through the air with the grace of an eagle. All man wishes he could fly. (TSUNAMI slowly turns to the camera, spinning in his chair, his mask now completely on. The scars on his chest and stomach stand prominent.) But no man is ABLE to fly. Thus, I crash to the air like a METEOR FROM THE HEAVENS ABOVE. And when I crash, I cause DEATH.
Humanity is much like the changing of the seasons... like the trees on the leaves that are vibrant right when they are to finally die. To truly celebrate HOW BEAUTIFUL WE ARE... we must embrace our lives... to embrace our lives... we must embrace our PAIN and our DEATH. Craig Miles. Eddie Mayfield. You will see in New Orleans what I mean. (Tsunami kicks the chair behind him over and stands up.) FOR TSUNAMI WILL CELEBRATE HIS LIFE BY CELEBRATING YOUR SUFFERING. (FTB)
TSUNAMI: How long has it been, TSUNAMI? How long has it been since you felt this alive? How long has it been since you noticed how blue the sky is, how blue the ocean is. How long has it been since you noticed the leaves changing colors? The leaves. (Tsunami takes in a huge breath.) They are at their most beautiful right when they are about to DIE. They are a boring green. And then as the weather grows cold, they turn orange... red... yellow. And then, like the REST of nature, like MAN HIMSELF... they die.
It has been a LONG time since I last realized how BEAUTIFUL the world is... how BEAUTIFUL life is. My opponents... a tag team known as THE PROFESSIONALS seem not to realize this. They seem to be the types who enjoy EMBRACING the MUNDANE. They enjoy the cheap laughs and the accompianment of THE MEDIOCRE. They do not understand that their opponents... myself and my new tag partner Johnny Lang... do not embrace the mundane... but instead embrace LIFE'S TRUE BEAUTY.
My opponents do not realize exactly how BEAUTIFUL they are. Our bodies, when controlled with fine timing and precision, are the poems of the ancient warriors. For years, I have flown through the air with the grace of a hawk, inspiring both AWE and FEAR at once. Both my BODY and my SOUL contain beauty as I go through the air with the grace of an eagle. All man wishes he could fly. (TSUNAMI slowly turns to the camera, spinning in his chair, his mask now completely on. The scars on his chest and stomach stand prominent.) But no man is ABLE to fly. Thus, I crash to the air like a METEOR FROM THE HEAVENS ABOVE. And when I crash, I cause DEATH.
Humanity is much like the changing of the seasons... like the trees on the leaves that are vibrant right when they are to finally die. To truly celebrate HOW BEAUTIFUL WE ARE... we must embrace our lives... to embrace our lives... we must embrace our PAIN and our DEATH. Craig Miles. Eddie Mayfield. You will see in New Orleans what I mean. (Tsunami kicks the chair behind him over and stands up.) FOR TSUNAMI WILL CELEBRATE HIS LIFE BY CELEBRATING YOUR SUFFERING. (FTB)