| Hello, Goodbye; Johnny Karisma 24/10/2007 | |
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| Harmony | Feb 5 2008, 03:52 PM Post #1 |
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Prologues, often times in life, are needed. Because to understand where a person is right now you must understand where it is they are coming from. Without the past, there would be no present, and right now Johnny Karisma’s mind finds itself lost in between the two. Every day and night his thoughts are plagued by the memories of the past and the decisions of today. And with this we… Fade in. Fade into the blackness, so I guess the fading was a rather pointless process at this point. As we, I guess, “black in” we find ourselves lost in the hollow darkness of Johnny’s mind. Yes, go ahead, make your jokes. The only sounds we can hear are faint and far off into the distance. The only thing we can really make out is what sounds like wind whooshing past us at high speeds. Suddenly the darkness is broken by a single ray of light approaching from the distance, and with it we make out the sounds of drums beating. “What could this be?” we ask. This is a thought. A memory of a day forgotten by most but not for Johnny. The music grows louder and an amazing array of colors, lights and objects bursts onto our screen. As we pan around the room the world seems to simply come alive. Today is a beautiful day, a day filled with new hope. The date is May 1, 2007. As we finally come full circle we focus in on a bed. Slowly we close in on the occupant, until we see Johnny’s peaceful sleeping face just inches away. The drumming from before suddenly quicken now accompanied by a guitar, bass, and piano. Johnny’s eye jolt open and he sit up looking beyond us. Karisma: Good day sunshine Good day sunshine Good day sunshine The camera goes to the object of Johnny’s teary eyed gaze. There, sitting perfectly up right on a cushy, white leather sofa is the World Heavyweight Championship. Light bounces off of its flawless gold plated surface. It’s everything the boy had ever wanted, fused together and placed onto a leather strap. Quicker than a hiccup (bah gawd) Johnny is to his feet, running his fingers along the title, smiling the brightest smile of his life. Karisma: I need to laugh, and when the sun is out I've got something I can laugh about I feel good, in a special way I'm in love and it's a sunny day Johnny picks the title up and flings it over his shoulder, practically hugging it to his chest. Without even getting dressed into his normal day clothes Johnny swings his hotel room door open and begins to parade through the hallways, stopping to shake the hand of anyone he might cross on his way to the “Emergency Exit”. Karisma: Good day sunshine Good day sunshine Good day sunshine Johnny bursts through the door, instantly setting off all alarms and sprinklers. People rush from their rooms in a panic, each trying to save their own necks and completely forgetting about the well being of those around them. Johnny’s smile and spark never seems to fade. As the pajama clad World Champ starts to strut down the sidewalk, he looks up to the sky allowing the beams to fall upon his face. Karisma: We take a walk, the sun is shining down Burns my feet as they touch the ground Good day sunshine Good day sunshine Good day sunshine With a flash, Johnny is now under the out reaching branches of some unknown tree. Children run around, as Johnny just sits watching. Smiling. Enjoying the cool shadow of the trees. Karisma: Then we lie beneath a shady tree I love her and she's loving me She feels good, she know she's looking fine I'm so proud to know that she is mine With those word Johnny, once again, clutches the title to his chest. Tears fill his eyes, rolling from his cheeks onto the belt. Nothing in the world could ruin this moment for him right now. Nothing. Karisma: Good day sunshine Good day sunshine Good day sunshine Good day sunshine Good day sunshine Good day sunshine Good day sunshine Good day sunshine With each refrain the music fades away and with it the hopes and dreams of Johnny Karisma. Try as he might, the World Title slips through his fingers…vanishing before it ever hits the ground. It’s gone and with it so goes the light until it’s just Johnny standing in the darkness alone. He hates it here. Off in the distance the sounds of footsteps approaching from all sides fills our ears. With each second the steps crack and bang louder until Johnny is on his knees covering his ears. Johnny closes his eyes in fear of what may come. And I heard as it were, the noise of thunder… Second pass and finally, in an act of bravery, Johnny opens his eyes. There, standing before him with smirks to match their attitudes, stand Gogz, Fuel, Halo and Andy Chills. One of the four beasts sang… Fuel: Come and see… …and I saw. And behold…a white horse. It’s at this moment, out of the darkness, Gogz pulls a guitar out and starts to strum away. As he strums Halo, Andy and Fuel move in, each placing a warm, welcoming hand onto Johnny’s shoulder. Halo: There's a man goin' 'round takin' names. An' he decides who to free and who to blame. Everybody won't be treated all the same. There'll be a golden ladder reaching down. When the man comes around. Johnny looks scared despite the stupid scowl he has forced upon his face. “Don’t give them an inch”, he keeps thinking. Now Chills moves front and centers, staring deeply into Johnny’s eyes, searching for a weakness it would seem. Chills: The hairs on your arm will stand up. At the terror in each sip and in each sup. For you partake of that last offered cup, Or disappear into the potter's ground. When the man comes around. Fuel places his hand cupped around his ear, as if listening, straining to hear what isn’t there…or is it? Fuel: Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers. One hundred million angels singin'. Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum. Gogz: Voices callin', voices cryin'. Halo: Some are born an' some are dyin'. Chills: It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come. Off in the distance, a glint or glimmer within the darkness. Johnny tries to focus in on it, make out what it could possibly be but all he can see right now is an orange dot. For the love of God what is it? Hope? No, these men destroy hope. Whatever it is, Johnny has a bad feeling. Gogz: And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree. Chills: The virgins are all trimming their wicks. Gogz: The whirlwind is in the thorn tree. Chills: It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks. As if brought on by their words, a wind starts to blow steady and hard through the vacancy of Johnny’s mind. With it comes a dry heat and what appears to be snow…or ash. Fuel: Till Armageddon, no Shalam, no Shalom. Then the father hen will call his chickens home. Halo: The wise men will bow down before the throne. And at his feet they'll cast their golden crown. Halo/Gogz/Fuel/Chills: When the man comes around. The glint from before is finally here. Fire surrounds and suffocates. His eyes dry out as the four EWA members stand before him once more, each still smiling to themselves. And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts, And I looked and behold: a pale horse. Johnny looks up and sees a fifth figure now, making his way over to the now kneeling Karisma. An extended hand lifts him to his feet. And his name, that sat on him, was Death. Karisma’s eyes shoot wide, panic sets in. The man in front of Johnny is none other than Big Evil. And Hell followed with him. And in the blink of an eye…it’s gone. The EWA members. The fire. All that remains is Johnny, Bigs and the darkness which unites them both. Johnny’s eyes are like a book to even the most untrained man. All he wants to know right now is “Why?” Why is Big Evil here? Evil sees this, and it makes him grin. It’s a rare treat to see Johnny like this and he’s taking it all in. Evil: I come here making you an offer. I want to give you what you truly need… Karisma: And, what is that Bigs? Cue the guitar. A single spot light shines down onto Evil, as he slowly gestures to himself. Evil: Your own, personal, Jesus someone to hear your prayers, someone who cares Your own, personal, Jesus someone to hear your prayers, someone who's there Like magic, the white leather couch from before slides out of no where, knocking Johnny off his feet into the seated position. Confused and frightened he goes to stand, but Evil shoves him back down, taking a seat next to him. Evil: Feeling unknown and you're all alone, flesh and bone, by the telephone, lift up the receiver, I'll make you a believer A phone, sitting on a plain wooden coffee table appears just inches away. In panic Johnny darts for it, but as his finger tips touch the hard, plastic receiver the table and all melts away, back to the depths from which it came. Now, Evil is standing in its place. Evil: Take second best, put me to the test, things on your chest, you need to confess, I will deliver, you know I'm a forgiver Evil extends an open hand. A gesture of new beginnings. Hesitant Johnny takes a hold only to be jerked off the couch and tossed onto the floor. Swiftly back to his feet, Johnny prepares to fight only to turn around and find nothing. Where the fuck did he go? Evil: Reach out and touch faith Reach out and touch faith Reach out and touch faith Where the fuck am I? All music fades away. I’m lost. How can someone be lost within their own mind? Johnny has found a way. Slowly, no longer caring about what lies beyond his sight, Johnny walks on. Who knows how fucking long it has been at this point. The hours and second become one and the same. Glass? Not just glass…a window. Where the fuck did a window come from? Only Johnny knows…this is his mind and there for his world. Johnny tries to force the window open, but is sticks like the pages of Jason Webbs’s Playgirl magazine. Tired of trying the hard way Johnny takes a few steps back before lunging himself through head first. The glass shatters and falls along with Johnny. Karisma: OOF! Concrete. An alley. Finally, Johnny has escaped. Johnny picks himself up and brushes off the tiny bits of glass which rained upon him. Though slightly scratched and bruised Johnny is perfectly fine. The adrenaline fades off and the cold of the night settles into his bones. Karisma shoves his hands into his pockets, trying to stop the shivering. He turns the corner, spotting a street sign Johnny walks over in hopes of figuring out just where he is. The sign is very clear: High Incident . Johnny directs his gaze toward the direction the sign is pointing. There, far off into the distance, the glimmer of gold twinkles in the moon light. Johnny makes his way toward this gleaming, sparkling new hope. As he walks, Johnny begins to speak to himself…or sing rather. Karisma: I want you, I want you so bad. I want you, I want you so baaad, it’s driving me mad. It’s driving me mad. Drunk with the anticipation of reaching his goal, Johnny is now in a half sprint, half stumble. Like an alcoholic trying to run the hundred yard dash. As we get closer, the gold become clearer. The InterNational title is right there for the taking, all he must do is simply get to it. Karisma: I want you, I want you so bad. I want you, I want you so baaad, it’s driving me mad. It’s driving me-…. Just as Johnny is about to lay his hands on his prize, the ground gives way from underneath him. It was a trap, an allusion. As Johnny gets back to his feet he looks back up to the night’s sky hoping to see the moon shining down upon him. But, it doesn’t. Instead, above Johnny, lingers the grinning faces of eXponent and Fuel. eXponent/Fuel: I want you, I want you so bad. I want you, I want you so bad, it’s driving me mad. It’s driving me mad. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! At least they’re happy. Johnny curls up into a little ball, trying hard to ignore the laughter and chuckles above him. Karisma: I want you You know I want you so bad, babe I want you You know I want you so bad It's driving me mad It's driving me mad Yeah… Fade back to black…. To Be Continued…. |
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| CM Pyro | Feb 5 2008, 03:57 PM Post #2 |
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For Admin.
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HAHA! And the Across the Universe add at the bottom here just adds to this epicness. |
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