Barack Obama
October 25th, 2006, 10:11 AM
We cut backstage, to the locker room of the Crimson Hawk. He is looking down at the ground, seemingly upset about something. He is wearing a tight black shirt with short sleeves, and blue jeans, not his usual attire. He lifts his head up, looking into the camera, and begins speaking.
Crimson Hawk
You know, I’m not sure this super hero business is working out for me. You try to be the good guy, you try to set the good example, but it just doesn’t work. This world has gone too far down the rabbit hole; we can’t just reach in and pull it back out. No, we have to stay down in this hole, and learn how to live in it. We must adapt to the darkness that is all around us, because nothing is going to save us from it. I’ve come to grips with that. There is no room for a super hero here. It is with that in mind that I will adapt to this business. With the same idea of destroying all that is bad, I myself must become evil. The greater the evil, the swifter the conquer will be. It is time…
He lifts his hand up, grabs the mask, and slides it back off of his head. Some fans gasp, others are silent. He drops it down to the floor, and you can tell he does not really like what he just did. Nevertheless, he moves on.
Crimson Hawk
No longer will I masquerade around these parts as the Crimson Hawk. He is gone, over, finished. You might recognize my face, you might not. I am Curtis Hawke.
He manages to grin.
Curtis Hawke
Yes, I know, the name isn’t much different. But this is my name, I am no hero. I am a simple man, doing simple things. And once I begin to unleash the evil inside of me, no hero can save you.
He begins to laugh a little, as we cut to ringside.
Crimson Hawk
You know, I’m not sure this super hero business is working out for me. You try to be the good guy, you try to set the good example, but it just doesn’t work. This world has gone too far down the rabbit hole; we can’t just reach in and pull it back out. No, we have to stay down in this hole, and learn how to live in it. We must adapt to the darkness that is all around us, because nothing is going to save us from it. I’ve come to grips with that. There is no room for a super hero here. It is with that in mind that I will adapt to this business. With the same idea of destroying all that is bad, I myself must become evil. The greater the evil, the swifter the conquer will be. It is time…
He lifts his hand up, grabs the mask, and slides it back off of his head. Some fans gasp, others are silent. He drops it down to the floor, and you can tell he does not really like what he just did. Nevertheless, he moves on.
Crimson Hawk
No longer will I masquerade around these parts as the Crimson Hawk. He is gone, over, finished. You might recognize my face, you might not. I am Curtis Hawke.
He manages to grin.
Curtis Hawke
Yes, I know, the name isn’t much different. But this is my name, I am no hero. I am a simple man, doing simple things. And once I begin to unleash the evil inside of me, no hero can save you.
He begins to laugh a little, as we cut to ringside.