Post by brion on Nov 18, 2005 21:43:09 GMT -5
:inside the kingdom of rats, the lord of pain rules over all. the man known only as misery strides through his domain making sure his followers are keeping busy. idle hands after all are prone to do the devils work. a group of sickly looking men are busy cobbling together a crude wooden cross for their lord. across from them a trio of small children covered in dirt and filth are carefully wrapping barbed wire around a kendo stick. misery turns a corner and passes a woman who is handcrafting another mask in the image of misery. a mask just like the one she is making is stitched to her face.:
misery - so nice to see everyone helping for my upcoming match against the idiot known as mirage. they, like myself, see right through you mirage. they see a false prophet and a phoney when they cast their eyes on you. they snicker at your childish attempts to frighten me. they also see a man who has less than four days left to live. at monday night fights you my friend...will suffer at my hands and discover the true meaning of misery.
:misery takes a seat on the hood of a rusted out buick. he watches as his followers work and work never once even thinking about taking a break. their eyes, much like the soul of misery are vacant.:
misery - what kind of fool would dare to play dress up and attract my attention? what kind of moron would name his finisher the, ahem, brainracker? the only thing that racks my brain mirage is how you found your way out from behind your counter at McDonalds and became a wrestler. is napw so hard up for talent that they will hire anyone who shows up at their door?
:misery rubs his chin, which is covered by his mask, and sighs.:
misery - when i end your ridiculous career at monday night fights it'll be a mercy killing. everyone here thinks you're a joke. if i had a heart i'd feel bad about the pain that i'm going to inflict on you. thankfully though i can hardly contain my excitement at the thought of knocking out each and every one of your teeth and making a necklace out of them.
:misery stands up and stretches out his enormous 6'5 250 lbs frame. a light rain has begun to fall yet his followers toil on.:
misery - mirage, bio, kar...you fools sound like an std. you want respect from me mirage? you amateur hour bitch. the only way you'll get my respect is to earn it. since beating me is of course out of the realm of possibility, then that leaves one thing. to get my respect i need you to lick the dog feces from my boots. for a man who i suspect had to mow the lawn of the napw president to get a job...my little request shouldn't be all that tough.
:misery peers into the camera and we once again see his eyes. one a muddy brown the other a brilliant green.:
misery - you will die monday. this is not a boast nor a threat. it is the simple truth. i will end you mirage. i will slap you around like a little child and when you beg for my mercy? then the real fun will begin. bow before your god mirage. bow before misery.
:misery places his hand over the camera lens and we fade to black. in the kingdom of rats the lord of pain rules over all.:
misery - so nice to see everyone helping for my upcoming match against the idiot known as mirage. they, like myself, see right through you mirage. they see a false prophet and a phoney when they cast their eyes on you. they snicker at your childish attempts to frighten me. they also see a man who has less than four days left to live. at monday night fights you my friend...will suffer at my hands and discover the true meaning of misery.
:misery takes a seat on the hood of a rusted out buick. he watches as his followers work and work never once even thinking about taking a break. their eyes, much like the soul of misery are vacant.:
misery - what kind of fool would dare to play dress up and attract my attention? what kind of moron would name his finisher the, ahem, brainracker? the only thing that racks my brain mirage is how you found your way out from behind your counter at McDonalds and became a wrestler. is napw so hard up for talent that they will hire anyone who shows up at their door?
:misery rubs his chin, which is covered by his mask, and sighs.:
misery - when i end your ridiculous career at monday night fights it'll be a mercy killing. everyone here thinks you're a joke. if i had a heart i'd feel bad about the pain that i'm going to inflict on you. thankfully though i can hardly contain my excitement at the thought of knocking out each and every one of your teeth and making a necklace out of them.
:misery stands up and stretches out his enormous 6'5 250 lbs frame. a light rain has begun to fall yet his followers toil on.:
misery - mirage, bio, kar...you fools sound like an std. you want respect from me mirage? you amateur hour bitch. the only way you'll get my respect is to earn it. since beating me is of course out of the realm of possibility, then that leaves one thing. to get my respect i need you to lick the dog feces from my boots. for a man who i suspect had to mow the lawn of the napw president to get a job...my little request shouldn't be all that tough.
:misery peers into the camera and we once again see his eyes. one a muddy brown the other a brilliant green.:
misery - you will die monday. this is not a boast nor a threat. it is the simple truth. i will end you mirage. i will slap you around like a little child and when you beg for my mercy? then the real fun will begin. bow before your god mirage. bow before misery.
:misery places his hand over the camera lens and we fade to black. in the kingdom of rats the lord of pain rules over all.: