Post by "Superstar" Deathrow on Jan 22, 2007 23:19:54 GMT -5
The scene opens as we look outwards across the slight forzen body of water that we have found before us. Dim lights all the way across the lake still glimmer slightly across the ripples that gently lap towards the shore. The stars are not out tonight, but rather they are shrouded by the thick clouds that linger miles overhead. As the grey sky hovers above, we realize the dead calm that is taking part down on land. Nothing moves, not as much as a leaf or a branch, no sounds are heard. The dead calm that takes over this scene poses an ominous almost surreal environment around us, slight snow falls as the camera pans over to the left, and catches an old rustic dock extending some twenty feet into the water. At the end of the dock stands a human being. He is as well silent, he is as well motionless. He indeed fits right into the scenery, as notice the long black over-coat extending past his knees. Coupled with the coat, we see his slightly blow in the wind.
A long pause draws to end as the figure upon the dock, brushes a hand through his hair, allowing it to fall haplessly where ever it wants odd for the sexiest man to mess his hair, at this point in time we then begin to walk towards him, realizing exactly who this is.
As we draw near to the intimidating being before us, we catch enough light to see his glassed over eyes, as dead as can be, they portray an intent as callous and malicious as one is capable of thinking of. The tone of Thomas Deathrow voice seems to accent this more then anything. Everything about this man seems to show that he is empty of any compassion that could have previously exists within this monster’s body. The hateful, resentful burning within his facial expression isn’t there either. Nor does Thomas Deathrow seem to exhibit that passionate thirst for vengeance upon mankind. Now he simply looks as if he could do anything, to anyone for a reason no better then the fact that he wants to. We listen to the coarse and deep voice as it resonates through the dead atmosphere.
Deathrow: With a sigh I listen to Kurt’s every last word, hoping and praying that at some juncture he would be able to see through that wall of destruction, he put in front of him. I had hoped he would be able to slice through the blanket of self-indulged grandeur he accuses me of. But alas it seems as though he isn’t capable. Its really quite a shame in this sense, I was so much looking forward to see what he could really be capable of. In fact I would do anything right now to see the full extent of the pain that he can cause. After all that is why he’s here isn’t it?
His cold dead eyes turn instantly and a vile, repulsive grin befalls his face
Deathrow: Your words are Interesting, very interesting, and I must say I like it, and I think it is going to make for a hell of a time. Between us with you wanting JoJo to come take a seat an watch. But why would you make such an odd choice? Yes he is your money dish but, Do you really think this is going to benefit you in the least? Come on man, if anything all it is going to end up doing is embarassing yourself, more so than you would have in the first place. But man if this is what you are looking for, I am glad to oblige you, and I will be glad to reap the rewards. Your belt an embarrassing JoJo one more time. I have nothing to fear. Nor do you. This is going to be nothing more than a straight shoot fight. Battle of the moves. I do hope you like to be skull (BLEEP)ed cause baby I’m gonna make it hurt. Just get used to the smell of ball sweat because I’m going to wrap these claws around your face hard.
Tommy leans back an laughs to himself
Deathrow: Krt think, think and then think some more you miserable idiot. When I came about the NAPW, one by one I picked them off, I shattered their dreams, and I ended their careers. Sure most are still here but I brusied there egos. Time after time, night after night I took from something from someone. I enjoyed it, I lived for it I continued on and on, until it was an obvious foregone conclusion that Thomas Deathrow an Billy Kryenik could not be stopped. We begged for punishment. With each passing challenge the masses could only realize more, that Thomas Deathrow was Insane. With each drop of blood that spilled from my cause, and with every anguished scream that resonated through the arenas all over the world, one thing became painfully clear. That one thing was that no longer did they need fear the wrath of God, forth a far more destructive vice was at hand in the body of Me. All the time people fell before my feet, Kicked in my head, maimed, broken and destroyed and it simply didn’t matter whom it was. I keep coming back. No matter what happens.
Tommy begins to play a fake Violin as he begins to speak
Deathrow: I have stated before that I am pretty sure that I will leave TNF the victor, but Kurt please don’t take that as underestimation of your in ring talent, because I would not dream of doing such a thing. I have seen first hand how much damage you can do, but I just feel that at Revelations it is my match to lose and I am not going to allow that to happen. I can't allow that to happen, I will not allow that to happen, my quest to win the Prov Title starts with you, but it will not finish with you. I’ll make damn sure of that.
You seem to have this thoery that TNF will be the sight of my untimely downfall. I am not sure where you saw this, or what made such an assinine thought flow into your mind, but I feel it to be my duty to inform you that it just is not true. No Final match, no changing of my world, no bitter end, I will leave TNF a changed man to an extent, but the only change will be that I will have the Title being around my waist. If not so be it. Burt Kurt I get more joy out of hurting people than anything.
Tommy stops everything an spits into the lake
Deathrow: But I suppose not all is lost my big buffoon. You can still take solace in the fact that you were chosen to face my wrath. You can still take solace in the fact that out of anyone I would have picked to be my victim it would be you. That is still quite an accomplishment you know.
Win or Lose Kurt, I’ll assure you that this is only the beginning of what will soon become a hellacious battle. A war if you will. This episode of our lives will become remembered as something the entire NAPW would love to forget. Because you an I are going to tear this place down. But in the end Kurt whether it be on TNF or whether it be ten damn years down the road, Deathrow will stand atop a battered, beaten and defeated Castle and then as you look up to me, and I look down upon you, when you finally give up fighting, then you can understand, then you can see, then you comprehend just what kind of beast I REALLY AM.
Tommy licks his thumb an pinky as he smooths out his eye brows
Deathrow: THe bottom line is, that we can both say all we want, we can both talk about what we have seen and we can both claim that we have seen the doomed future of the other, but all it is Kurt is just that, talk, an attempt by one man to upstage the other and try and win the battle of who can get into the other ones head. My head is clear and nothing will get inside, you can talk and preach all you want, it will not affect me, not in the way you are hoping atleast. It may make me laugh just a little bit. THe laughing would not be about the way you choose to send your message, but more about the fact that you actually think that your little games will help you.
Soon enough all the talk must stop. We might be able to tell who has a better mastery of the english language, but all that means absolutely nothing once the bell rings Castle. Words will not be able to stop the beating that will undoubtedly befall the both of us, the one thing that will become the deciding factor when this war of words comes to blow is physical ability. I feel I have the edge, you can disagree with me all you like but Kurt. All I know Kurtis is that Pony Boy an Soda Pop best stay the (BLEEP) out of my way. I will continue to feel this way, until you can do one thing, which I dont see you doing, that one thing? Well it is Simple.... An if you don’t like it I got five words for you. JUST SHUT THE (BLEEP) UP. I’m the mother (BLEEP)ing superstar you are like my little pet. I am going to school the (BLEEP) out of you. An there is nothing you can do other than cry an pray to god that the Doomriders let up an let the Untouchables be themselves before we destroy all of you.
The scene fades to black under a nefarious looking scowl.
A long pause draws to end as the figure upon the dock, brushes a hand through his hair, allowing it to fall haplessly where ever it wants odd for the sexiest man to mess his hair, at this point in time we then begin to walk towards him, realizing exactly who this is.
As we draw near to the intimidating being before us, we catch enough light to see his glassed over eyes, as dead as can be, they portray an intent as callous and malicious as one is capable of thinking of. The tone of Thomas Deathrow voice seems to accent this more then anything. Everything about this man seems to show that he is empty of any compassion that could have previously exists within this monster’s body. The hateful, resentful burning within his facial expression isn’t there either. Nor does Thomas Deathrow seem to exhibit that passionate thirst for vengeance upon mankind. Now he simply looks as if he could do anything, to anyone for a reason no better then the fact that he wants to. We listen to the coarse and deep voice as it resonates through the dead atmosphere.
Deathrow: With a sigh I listen to Kurt’s every last word, hoping and praying that at some juncture he would be able to see through that wall of destruction, he put in front of him. I had hoped he would be able to slice through the blanket of self-indulged grandeur he accuses me of. But alas it seems as though he isn’t capable. Its really quite a shame in this sense, I was so much looking forward to see what he could really be capable of. In fact I would do anything right now to see the full extent of the pain that he can cause. After all that is why he’s here isn’t it?
His cold dead eyes turn instantly and a vile, repulsive grin befalls his face
Deathrow: Your words are Interesting, very interesting, and I must say I like it, and I think it is going to make for a hell of a time. Between us with you wanting JoJo to come take a seat an watch. But why would you make such an odd choice? Yes he is your money dish but, Do you really think this is going to benefit you in the least? Come on man, if anything all it is going to end up doing is embarassing yourself, more so than you would have in the first place. But man if this is what you are looking for, I am glad to oblige you, and I will be glad to reap the rewards. Your belt an embarrassing JoJo one more time. I have nothing to fear. Nor do you. This is going to be nothing more than a straight shoot fight. Battle of the moves. I do hope you like to be skull (BLEEP)ed cause baby I’m gonna make it hurt. Just get used to the smell of ball sweat because I’m going to wrap these claws around your face hard.
Tommy leans back an laughs to himself
Deathrow: Krt think, think and then think some more you miserable idiot. When I came about the NAPW, one by one I picked them off, I shattered their dreams, and I ended their careers. Sure most are still here but I brusied there egos. Time after time, night after night I took from something from someone. I enjoyed it, I lived for it I continued on and on, until it was an obvious foregone conclusion that Thomas Deathrow an Billy Kryenik could not be stopped. We begged for punishment. With each passing challenge the masses could only realize more, that Thomas Deathrow was Insane. With each drop of blood that spilled from my cause, and with every anguished scream that resonated through the arenas all over the world, one thing became painfully clear. That one thing was that no longer did they need fear the wrath of God, forth a far more destructive vice was at hand in the body of Me. All the time people fell before my feet, Kicked in my head, maimed, broken and destroyed and it simply didn’t matter whom it was. I keep coming back. No matter what happens.
Tommy begins to play a fake Violin as he begins to speak
Deathrow: I have stated before that I am pretty sure that I will leave TNF the victor, but Kurt please don’t take that as underestimation of your in ring talent, because I would not dream of doing such a thing. I have seen first hand how much damage you can do, but I just feel that at Revelations it is my match to lose and I am not going to allow that to happen. I can't allow that to happen, I will not allow that to happen, my quest to win the Prov Title starts with you, but it will not finish with you. I’ll make damn sure of that.
You seem to have this thoery that TNF will be the sight of my untimely downfall. I am not sure where you saw this, or what made such an assinine thought flow into your mind, but I feel it to be my duty to inform you that it just is not true. No Final match, no changing of my world, no bitter end, I will leave TNF a changed man to an extent, but the only change will be that I will have the Title being around my waist. If not so be it. Burt Kurt I get more joy out of hurting people than anything.
Tommy stops everything an spits into the lake
Deathrow: But I suppose not all is lost my big buffoon. You can still take solace in the fact that you were chosen to face my wrath. You can still take solace in the fact that out of anyone I would have picked to be my victim it would be you. That is still quite an accomplishment you know.
Win or Lose Kurt, I’ll assure you that this is only the beginning of what will soon become a hellacious battle. A war if you will. This episode of our lives will become remembered as something the entire NAPW would love to forget. Because you an I are going to tear this place down. But in the end Kurt whether it be on TNF or whether it be ten damn years down the road, Deathrow will stand atop a battered, beaten and defeated Castle and then as you look up to me, and I look down upon you, when you finally give up fighting, then you can understand, then you can see, then you comprehend just what kind of beast I REALLY AM.
Tommy licks his thumb an pinky as he smooths out his eye brows
Deathrow: THe bottom line is, that we can both say all we want, we can both talk about what we have seen and we can both claim that we have seen the doomed future of the other, but all it is Kurt is just that, talk, an attempt by one man to upstage the other and try and win the battle of who can get into the other ones head. My head is clear and nothing will get inside, you can talk and preach all you want, it will not affect me, not in the way you are hoping atleast. It may make me laugh just a little bit. THe laughing would not be about the way you choose to send your message, but more about the fact that you actually think that your little games will help you.
Soon enough all the talk must stop. We might be able to tell who has a better mastery of the english language, but all that means absolutely nothing once the bell rings Castle. Words will not be able to stop the beating that will undoubtedly befall the both of us, the one thing that will become the deciding factor when this war of words comes to blow is physical ability. I feel I have the edge, you can disagree with me all you like but Kurt. All I know Kurtis is that Pony Boy an Soda Pop best stay the (BLEEP) out of my way. I will continue to feel this way, until you can do one thing, which I dont see you doing, that one thing? Well it is Simple.... An if you don’t like it I got five words for you. JUST SHUT THE (BLEEP) UP. I’m the mother (BLEEP)ing superstar you are like my little pet. I am going to school the (BLEEP) out of you. An there is nothing you can do other than cry an pray to god that the Doomriders let up an let the Untouchables be themselves before we destroy all of you.
The scene fades to black under a nefarious looking scowl.