Post by "Superstar" Deathrow on Feb 2, 2007 10:41:18 GMT -5
*We stare abroad at the engrained strokes of a smooth lacquer that covers the table we are viewing. Our attention is immediately tripped sideways to view the glimmering black finish of a high quality pen, one complete with a rich sterling silver tip and end piece. As we follow the shaft of the pen downwards we see thick, meaty and war torn fingers grasping the pen in what we can only assume to be a death grip. As the pen follows the clean cursive stroke given by the hand at the helm, we see the letters form on the formerly blank sheet of white paper.
Moving upwards we see a shadow that is cast upon the table, darkening the rich mahogany finish and more so intriguing us to the identity of the man that is behind the pen. It seems as though our curiosity hasn’t quite peaked at this time however, we continue to view the page and as the first paragraph nears completion we begin to read the text written upon the page.*
Dear whomever,
Congrats…
For some of my NAPW career, you've done battle with some those atop of the game. People have chanted your name, booed your name, or both...for as long as I can remember. When people say "NAPW", one of the first names that pops to mind HAS to be Casino. You've done a lot for the industry and for the company...why wouldn't you be thought of? Right?
So, it must trouble you when some of the other guys starts to get recognition. I know it does, Chris. When you see someone else zooming up the ladder in the NAPW, it has to worry you a little bit. Why else would you be offering your ass to everyone who is getting more air time than you. Just so they’ll be we with you.. A position you've held for so long is coming under fire. A position twords the top...threatened. By past enemies. Past accounts. Past….
Chris, Kurt, Ken an now Rav… How special. Almost tear jerking. More less jerking in another form. this is really a lose-lose situation for your quest to knock us down a notch. Have you noticed all the press THIS MATCH has gotten? In your sock puppets JoJo infinite wisdom, has booked a match intended on taking us Doomies out of the spotlight...but yet, this match has received more publicity than many that We've been in. Some may say more than what else is on the card. What happens when we win the match? All the press, all the media, all the fans are going to see that we are better than the Untouchables. They're going to see our victories over you were no fluke. They're going to see, finally, the stars who won't be held down by a kitchen appliance or a circumstance...they're going to see Thomas Deathrow an Billy Kryenik for who they are, and for who they will become.
And if we lose? Right… If this match stays two-on-two, ...you and us both know that DOOMIES WON'T lose. It has nothing to do with sex appeal. It has nothing to do with the wear and tear on Bills body, or mine for that matter. It has nothing to do with past victories. Nothing to do with your swellness. It has nothing to do with what we’ve all been through. It has EVERYTHING to do with what were going to put you through. It‘s time to let the Doomrider magic flow out freely.. Chris an I never been in the ring in a actual match. Will be nice to taste new blood. so we are popping a cherry here. Cheers… So he has never pinned me or nothing. He has have nothing to hold over my head, no statistics to hide behind. I'm curious to see what his answers are in the ring. When we lock down on one another. We all know Ken is nothing more than a bitch on a full time period. If Ken was smart he’d stay in the box with Barbie.
And if the match DOESN'T stay Two on Two...if his partners, that bastard Kurt, or any other ass bandit somehow gets involved, and cost the Doomies the match... That's a concession of defeat. That tells me "We can’t beat those guys, Chris, Ken...We need help… Ha were stacked fine" But Those lost points won't mean much to us. All they'll do is make us the underdog, and that puts a lot of pressure on those fools. I think we've done pretty well with it, too. How then will it look when were holding the majority of Titles high above our heads in time...storming through the US/Canada Underground. How will it look to the media and the masses of fans when we win the race after everyone else has been given a head start? What then? Those boys better hit the hash pipe a few more times. Because the shit has just hit the fan……..
It's no mistake.
It's no fluke.
It's the future.
It's the present.
It's the realization that were not like the rest.
WE can't be stopped.
At This, you will see. Just as the others have.
-Sir Thomas Deathrow-
* The words disappear, and the black screen fades into a scene from a busy street. The entire sidewalk is jam packed with people, walking in both directions. As the camera peers on, you can see a parting of the seas, so to speak. The previously packed street is now divided with half the people near the street, the other half near the buildings, and one man walking down the middle path that has been created. The people stop dead in their tracks and stare as the figure makes his way down the sidewalk. The people begin to whisper to each other as the man walks out of camera view. In the audio, one of the girls close to the camera can be heard over the rest of the murmuring crowd. *
Girl: It's Godzilla!!
Man: No, no… He’s just a hobo… Sexy at that… Ha nah silly me its Tommy D!
Girl: Oh… sorry about that… My mom says he will……………………………….................. An that’s why Jebus cries.
Man: Hey where’s he going…Oh yes the place he sometimes calls home….
* The camera fades back to black, before fading back in, showing a dark snowy alley. It's probably a half hour before the sun completely sets, so while its not bright outside, there’s still enough light to see shapes and objects. Even though its not dark yet, the neon lights on the streets have begun to turn on, and the alley is illuminated in oranges, yellows, reds, and blues, all shining on a different area of the alley. The camera moves down the alley, showing trashcans, cardboard boxes, and discarded pizza boxes lining the sides. You can see a brick wall at the end of the Alley, and as the camera gets closer to the wall, you can see Thomas Deathrow. The neon blue light casts an eerie glow over the man. The camera ceases its journey down the alley. *
Deathrow: I love alleys. So dark...so mysterious. I mean, you honestly never know what’s waiting for you down an alley. Some of them, you can walk through, and nothing will happen. They're perfectly safe. Others, you take two steps into them, and you meet up with some thug. The next thing you know, you're getting mugged, and possibly worse. And then there’s the majority of alleys, where you can’t walk down them without tripping over some homeless man that was cast aside by society. Men who lost their jobs, lost their families, and lost all hope in their lives. Cast aside by everything they used to know, they make their way out into the darkness, searching for some semblance of the humanity that they lost. They long for the happiness that they used to feel, but in pretty much every situation, they've lost all the things that brought them true happiness.
-Tommy lights up a smoke-
Deathrow: Do you see the picture I'm painting you? Or do I have to get Bob. Lets have clean slates Everyone. Lets start from the beginning.
My name is Tommy, Thomas Deathrow. Pleased to meet you. Now I’m going to kill you. What do you mean what an why. Duh, for the joy of it all.
-Tommy stares deeply into the camera-
Deathrow: Kiddos… I am going to take your dreams, and step on them. I’m going to take your lives, and turn it upside down after I eat them. I’m going to give you sleepless nights, and restless days. And even after Snap is over, don’t expect this to stop. It's going to continue, because that’s how we role. An shit isn‘t not going to end until I say word up honkey (BLEEP)s... Bring on your army. Doomies aren’t worried. I’m not scared. Do I look apprehensive? There is nothing but determination in my eyes. You want this match, and at Snap, you'll get it. You'll get the match, and all of the pain and anguish that comes with it. To think some poor saps again excepting a no hold barred match with the Doomriders. I cant wait to see the replays after we get our hands on you. To see myself exact revenge for everything that’s happened lately The countdown is on. And your time is almost up. Guess we'll see who's desire is greater at Snap. Untouchables or the Doomriders. Me thinks it should be more like the Untouchable Doomriders. Come Wednesday, you'll find out exactly what I mean when I say that Doomrider time has a risen an has come to bring you Hell And Snap in one event...that you guys will NEVER forget as long as you live...
-Deathrow stands up exhaling an taking a sip from a flask-
Deathrow: Ahhhh, nice an warm like Josephs dad was. Now, it seems that the so called "Untouchables" only thinks of the Doomriders as an afterthought, however such thinking marks them as a boiling vessel just brimful of incipient mortality. In other words, your train of thought is the kind of thinking that's going to end up killing you. I know you remember Casino when Billy took you out in your own tournament. That win has been eating at you since that day. Kenny I know you remember when I took you out in the street fight. Yes I do remember when you took me out the first time. Precious moments held by all. I know I added mine to the spank rag. Were all sort of linked to one another in away. Only thing is the Doomriders are just that. Two folk, One team. Billy an I Thomas. You Untouchables are trying to do nothing more than build a group of unstoppable force. But we all know the truth there. You can not take down a Doomrider know matter how hard you try. We just keep on coming back an coming back. You can try to dish out punishment but we do nothing more than take it an give it three times harder. Blood, Sweat, Semen just nothing more than a regular day in the life of a Doomie. Sorry an the answer is Plain an Clear. Casino, no you can not buy us out. We will never join you. We will not lay down for you. As a matter of fact we will eat your heart out come Cold Snap. Something that should have been done long ago. The bets are in an Doomriders are on top. As usual. When were threw with you it will look more like a rape scene than anything.
-Tommy blinks wildly an takes deep breaths-
Deathrow: This Wednesday, the time will come when we find out for sure whether the crusade to eradicate the New Alberta Pro from the evil and vice, that is the Untouchables is a lost cause. This Wednesday will become a bench test for whether those fans in which we give our everything for, truly deserves to be held in such a regard.
We have sacrificed everything we had, and everything we were about, to stop them from seeing what kind of hopeless hell was lurking within this organization. We’ve took the most horrific beatings, an accepted the most tragic of loses and instead of blaming those whom were at fault, I simply moved on to take on the next challenger and once more prove that hope reigned above all. But maybe I was wrong, maybe hope was merely a bleak ray of light within an eternal darkness. Something I know so much about
I look onwards, as a Doomrider standing within our new path, and realized that while I stood there the men were coming along and doing as they seen fitting. It’s something that never would have happened had Doomriders, been there in there most ferocious form. Seeds of evil were being birthed in our absence of ultimate tyranny, those same seeds have now grown to plague the New Alberta Pro with their presence, whilst those seeds will now wilt and die at the mere sight of me. At the mere sight of Kryenik as we unleash our inner most beast an beat the living hell out of Krenshov an Casino. Taking them for all they are worth an not holding anything back.
So this week, I need to prove something to myself, and the fans and everyone that supported me needs to prove something to me as well.
This week, a resurgence of fury and relentless wrath will come forth, unfortunately for you Casino and for you Ken you will be caught within the crossfire, you have been unluckily selected and destined for the exemplarily punishment for your insolence…Of course you do know you brought this upon yourselves.
Ken and Casino are atop the list of names requiring such judgment, an it simply happens that they are the ones being thrown towards us, whether Its Ken’s sadistic glee that sparks a need for his destruction, or whether its Casino’s idiocy and cowardice justifying these acts, We will once more rule this organization with an iron fist, and that is where the tests come into play. Either the fans an Roster realize who we are, what we are and what we can not change and cheer our crusade towards what they REALLY want, or they betray themselves, it seems almost schismatic when you think about it. You all know who Billy is. Hi I’m Tommy the shadow… Blah.
These supposed loyal and trusting fans, they love you for doing what they think is right in their minds, whether they realize the underlying purposes of what you’re doing or not. However if you do something they do not find approval in, instantly they turn and look for a new idol. Two faces, a division, love and hate, peace and war. Something Billy an I are not going to let happen. We are the pure heart of this place an we will never again let that go.
-Long Pause-
Deathrow: DO you really think that the fact that Billy an I have not teamed together as the Doomriders for a while will really effect on how well we work together? We are Brosifs. Something that is taken to the heart until the day you die. Something that you never loose a step in. I know him an he knows me. We will work better than ever before. Because we both have the same thing on our minds. An that is taking down the bastards known as the Untouchables. You are nothing more than a pack of Junior High Bullies. You want this milk money? Well come an get it. Because I will have to be killed before I lie down for you (BLEEP)ers. When we go into this match. I will be going into it for the ones who gave there all even though knowing that they couldn’t take down the wall. For people like Dextro. May he find his shoes some day.
-The cold and dead eyes of Thomas Deathrow have spawned some sort of emotion over the past few moments, he seems to be coming alive speaking of the fans, the same fans that he will put to the test Wensday, people he never really paid much attention to until recently the same fans that will witness Billy an his plans come to fruition on Snap, if things should go there way. Now bordering upon the statement of burning, Deathrow’ eyes tell a story as he continues to speak with a heightened intensity.-
Deathrow: The Superstar an Sick One back together finally folks. It hurts so good. Casino, Ken you two have no idea what sort of tree you are barking up. Numbers game you may have more. But trust me there is nothing that is going to stop us from delivering the message that we are going to send you. Get ready to knuckle up boys. I will say some Hail Mary’s an a prayer for you before I drift off into sleep tonight. Its just so sad we can not all be friends an get along. But instead are gripping our hands at the vary thought of our opponents blood spill. Ken I must say, you're very poetic. You speak of lies and fear like you know what you're talking about. Maybe you do. But why are you lying to the people, more importantly yourself? Standing in fear, maybe you're trying to cast the attention to someone else while in the back of your mind....you lie in fear in almost sevenfold to us. Are you not tired of being everyone else’s bitch. Let your balls drop boy an be your own man. End of story Perhaps you need to delve into something other than the obvious reality that is right before you. Sometimes the most scariest thing a person can envision is the reality that's slapping the taste out of their very mouths. Isn't that right? C'mon boys...you're talking to me. There's no need to lie. Just open your damn mouth and say the truth. That's all I'm asking. Open your eyes and your mouth and say what everyone else already knows and accepts as fact: You can't beat US.
* The neon lights begin to flicker on and off as the humming sound snaps and pops right along. The camera slowly fades into darkness with Tommy gripping his chest an laughing to himself.... *
Moving upwards we see a shadow that is cast upon the table, darkening the rich mahogany finish and more so intriguing us to the identity of the man that is behind the pen. It seems as though our curiosity hasn’t quite peaked at this time however, we continue to view the page and as the first paragraph nears completion we begin to read the text written upon the page.*
Dear whomever,
Congrats…
For some of my NAPW career, you've done battle with some those atop of the game. People have chanted your name, booed your name, or both...for as long as I can remember. When people say "NAPW", one of the first names that pops to mind HAS to be Casino. You've done a lot for the industry and for the company...why wouldn't you be thought of? Right?
So, it must trouble you when some of the other guys starts to get recognition. I know it does, Chris. When you see someone else zooming up the ladder in the NAPW, it has to worry you a little bit. Why else would you be offering your ass to everyone who is getting more air time than you. Just so they’ll be we with you.. A position you've held for so long is coming under fire. A position twords the top...threatened. By past enemies. Past accounts. Past….
Chris, Kurt, Ken an now Rav… How special. Almost tear jerking. More less jerking in another form. this is really a lose-lose situation for your quest to knock us down a notch. Have you noticed all the press THIS MATCH has gotten? In your sock puppets JoJo infinite wisdom, has booked a match intended on taking us Doomies out of the spotlight...but yet, this match has received more publicity than many that We've been in. Some may say more than what else is on the card. What happens when we win the match? All the press, all the media, all the fans are going to see that we are better than the Untouchables. They're going to see our victories over you were no fluke. They're going to see, finally, the stars who won't be held down by a kitchen appliance or a circumstance...they're going to see Thomas Deathrow an Billy Kryenik for who they are, and for who they will become.
And if we lose? Right… If this match stays two-on-two, ...you and us both know that DOOMIES WON'T lose. It has nothing to do with sex appeal. It has nothing to do with the wear and tear on Bills body, or mine for that matter. It has nothing to do with past victories. Nothing to do with your swellness. It has nothing to do with what we’ve all been through. It has EVERYTHING to do with what were going to put you through. It‘s time to let the Doomrider magic flow out freely.. Chris an I never been in the ring in a actual match. Will be nice to taste new blood. so we are popping a cherry here. Cheers… So he has never pinned me or nothing. He has have nothing to hold over my head, no statistics to hide behind. I'm curious to see what his answers are in the ring. When we lock down on one another. We all know Ken is nothing more than a bitch on a full time period. If Ken was smart he’d stay in the box with Barbie.
And if the match DOESN'T stay Two on Two...if his partners, that bastard Kurt, or any other ass bandit somehow gets involved, and cost the Doomies the match... That's a concession of defeat. That tells me "We can’t beat those guys, Chris, Ken...We need help… Ha were stacked fine" But Those lost points won't mean much to us. All they'll do is make us the underdog, and that puts a lot of pressure on those fools. I think we've done pretty well with it, too. How then will it look when were holding the majority of Titles high above our heads in time...storming through the US/Canada Underground. How will it look to the media and the masses of fans when we win the race after everyone else has been given a head start? What then? Those boys better hit the hash pipe a few more times. Because the shit has just hit the fan……..
It's no mistake.
It's no fluke.
It's the future.
It's the present.
It's the realization that were not like the rest.
WE can't be stopped.
At This, you will see. Just as the others have.
-Sir Thomas Deathrow-
* The words disappear, and the black screen fades into a scene from a busy street. The entire sidewalk is jam packed with people, walking in both directions. As the camera peers on, you can see a parting of the seas, so to speak. The previously packed street is now divided with half the people near the street, the other half near the buildings, and one man walking down the middle path that has been created. The people stop dead in their tracks and stare as the figure makes his way down the sidewalk. The people begin to whisper to each other as the man walks out of camera view. In the audio, one of the girls close to the camera can be heard over the rest of the murmuring crowd. *
Girl: It's Godzilla!!
Man: No, no… He’s just a hobo… Sexy at that… Ha nah silly me its Tommy D!
Girl: Oh… sorry about that… My mom says he will……………………………….................. An that’s why Jebus cries.
Man: Hey where’s he going…Oh yes the place he sometimes calls home….
* The camera fades back to black, before fading back in, showing a dark snowy alley. It's probably a half hour before the sun completely sets, so while its not bright outside, there’s still enough light to see shapes and objects. Even though its not dark yet, the neon lights on the streets have begun to turn on, and the alley is illuminated in oranges, yellows, reds, and blues, all shining on a different area of the alley. The camera moves down the alley, showing trashcans, cardboard boxes, and discarded pizza boxes lining the sides. You can see a brick wall at the end of the Alley, and as the camera gets closer to the wall, you can see Thomas Deathrow. The neon blue light casts an eerie glow over the man. The camera ceases its journey down the alley. *
Deathrow: I love alleys. So dark...so mysterious. I mean, you honestly never know what’s waiting for you down an alley. Some of them, you can walk through, and nothing will happen. They're perfectly safe. Others, you take two steps into them, and you meet up with some thug. The next thing you know, you're getting mugged, and possibly worse. And then there’s the majority of alleys, where you can’t walk down them without tripping over some homeless man that was cast aside by society. Men who lost their jobs, lost their families, and lost all hope in their lives. Cast aside by everything they used to know, they make their way out into the darkness, searching for some semblance of the humanity that they lost. They long for the happiness that they used to feel, but in pretty much every situation, they've lost all the things that brought them true happiness.
-Tommy lights up a smoke-
Deathrow: Do you see the picture I'm painting you? Or do I have to get Bob. Lets have clean slates Everyone. Lets start from the beginning.
My name is Tommy, Thomas Deathrow. Pleased to meet you. Now I’m going to kill you. What do you mean what an why. Duh, for the joy of it all.
-Tommy stares deeply into the camera-
Deathrow: Kiddos… I am going to take your dreams, and step on them. I’m going to take your lives, and turn it upside down after I eat them. I’m going to give you sleepless nights, and restless days. And even after Snap is over, don’t expect this to stop. It's going to continue, because that’s how we role. An shit isn‘t not going to end until I say word up honkey (BLEEP)s... Bring on your army. Doomies aren’t worried. I’m not scared. Do I look apprehensive? There is nothing but determination in my eyes. You want this match, and at Snap, you'll get it. You'll get the match, and all of the pain and anguish that comes with it. To think some poor saps again excepting a no hold barred match with the Doomriders. I cant wait to see the replays after we get our hands on you. To see myself exact revenge for everything that’s happened lately The countdown is on. And your time is almost up. Guess we'll see who's desire is greater at Snap. Untouchables or the Doomriders. Me thinks it should be more like the Untouchable Doomriders. Come Wednesday, you'll find out exactly what I mean when I say that Doomrider time has a risen an has come to bring you Hell And Snap in one event...that you guys will NEVER forget as long as you live...
-Deathrow stands up exhaling an taking a sip from a flask-
Deathrow: Ahhhh, nice an warm like Josephs dad was. Now, it seems that the so called "Untouchables" only thinks of the Doomriders as an afterthought, however such thinking marks them as a boiling vessel just brimful of incipient mortality. In other words, your train of thought is the kind of thinking that's going to end up killing you. I know you remember Casino when Billy took you out in your own tournament. That win has been eating at you since that day. Kenny I know you remember when I took you out in the street fight. Yes I do remember when you took me out the first time. Precious moments held by all. I know I added mine to the spank rag. Were all sort of linked to one another in away. Only thing is the Doomriders are just that. Two folk, One team. Billy an I Thomas. You Untouchables are trying to do nothing more than build a group of unstoppable force. But we all know the truth there. You can not take down a Doomrider know matter how hard you try. We just keep on coming back an coming back. You can try to dish out punishment but we do nothing more than take it an give it three times harder. Blood, Sweat, Semen just nothing more than a regular day in the life of a Doomie. Sorry an the answer is Plain an Clear. Casino, no you can not buy us out. We will never join you. We will not lay down for you. As a matter of fact we will eat your heart out come Cold Snap. Something that should have been done long ago. The bets are in an Doomriders are on top. As usual. When were threw with you it will look more like a rape scene than anything.
-Tommy blinks wildly an takes deep breaths-
Deathrow: This Wednesday, the time will come when we find out for sure whether the crusade to eradicate the New Alberta Pro from the evil and vice, that is the Untouchables is a lost cause. This Wednesday will become a bench test for whether those fans in which we give our everything for, truly deserves to be held in such a regard.
We have sacrificed everything we had, and everything we were about, to stop them from seeing what kind of hopeless hell was lurking within this organization. We’ve took the most horrific beatings, an accepted the most tragic of loses and instead of blaming those whom were at fault, I simply moved on to take on the next challenger and once more prove that hope reigned above all. But maybe I was wrong, maybe hope was merely a bleak ray of light within an eternal darkness. Something I know so much about
I look onwards, as a Doomrider standing within our new path, and realized that while I stood there the men were coming along and doing as they seen fitting. It’s something that never would have happened had Doomriders, been there in there most ferocious form. Seeds of evil were being birthed in our absence of ultimate tyranny, those same seeds have now grown to plague the New Alberta Pro with their presence, whilst those seeds will now wilt and die at the mere sight of me. At the mere sight of Kryenik as we unleash our inner most beast an beat the living hell out of Krenshov an Casino. Taking them for all they are worth an not holding anything back.
So this week, I need to prove something to myself, and the fans and everyone that supported me needs to prove something to me as well.
This week, a resurgence of fury and relentless wrath will come forth, unfortunately for you Casino and for you Ken you will be caught within the crossfire, you have been unluckily selected and destined for the exemplarily punishment for your insolence…Of course you do know you brought this upon yourselves.
Ken and Casino are atop the list of names requiring such judgment, an it simply happens that they are the ones being thrown towards us, whether Its Ken’s sadistic glee that sparks a need for his destruction, or whether its Casino’s idiocy and cowardice justifying these acts, We will once more rule this organization with an iron fist, and that is where the tests come into play. Either the fans an Roster realize who we are, what we are and what we can not change and cheer our crusade towards what they REALLY want, or they betray themselves, it seems almost schismatic when you think about it. You all know who Billy is. Hi I’m Tommy the shadow… Blah.
These supposed loyal and trusting fans, they love you for doing what they think is right in their minds, whether they realize the underlying purposes of what you’re doing or not. However if you do something they do not find approval in, instantly they turn and look for a new idol. Two faces, a division, love and hate, peace and war. Something Billy an I are not going to let happen. We are the pure heart of this place an we will never again let that go.
-Long Pause-
Deathrow: DO you really think that the fact that Billy an I have not teamed together as the Doomriders for a while will really effect on how well we work together? We are Brosifs. Something that is taken to the heart until the day you die. Something that you never loose a step in. I know him an he knows me. We will work better than ever before. Because we both have the same thing on our minds. An that is taking down the bastards known as the Untouchables. You are nothing more than a pack of Junior High Bullies. You want this milk money? Well come an get it. Because I will have to be killed before I lie down for you (BLEEP)ers. When we go into this match. I will be going into it for the ones who gave there all even though knowing that they couldn’t take down the wall. For people like Dextro. May he find his shoes some day.
-The cold and dead eyes of Thomas Deathrow have spawned some sort of emotion over the past few moments, he seems to be coming alive speaking of the fans, the same fans that he will put to the test Wensday, people he never really paid much attention to until recently the same fans that will witness Billy an his plans come to fruition on Snap, if things should go there way. Now bordering upon the statement of burning, Deathrow’ eyes tell a story as he continues to speak with a heightened intensity.-
Deathrow: The Superstar an Sick One back together finally folks. It hurts so good. Casino, Ken you two have no idea what sort of tree you are barking up. Numbers game you may have more. But trust me there is nothing that is going to stop us from delivering the message that we are going to send you. Get ready to knuckle up boys. I will say some Hail Mary’s an a prayer for you before I drift off into sleep tonight. Its just so sad we can not all be friends an get along. But instead are gripping our hands at the vary thought of our opponents blood spill. Ken I must say, you're very poetic. You speak of lies and fear like you know what you're talking about. Maybe you do. But why are you lying to the people, more importantly yourself? Standing in fear, maybe you're trying to cast the attention to someone else while in the back of your mind....you lie in fear in almost sevenfold to us. Are you not tired of being everyone else’s bitch. Let your balls drop boy an be your own man. End of story Perhaps you need to delve into something other than the obvious reality that is right before you. Sometimes the most scariest thing a person can envision is the reality that's slapping the taste out of their very mouths. Isn't that right? C'mon boys...you're talking to me. There's no need to lie. Just open your damn mouth and say the truth. That's all I'm asking. Open your eyes and your mouth and say what everyone else already knows and accepts as fact: You can't beat US.
* The neon lights begin to flicker on and off as the humming sound snaps and pops right along. The camera slowly fades into darkness with Tommy gripping his chest an laughing to himself.... *