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Post by samfinn on Mar 17, 2007 14:57:06 GMT -5
(The black of night, a moderately-earning Moose Jaw motel. Room 083. Something blacker than the night moves around, stirring through the shadows. The black thing paces on the carpet.)
I may not have made anything special happen while I was here, but the last match will be the best you've ever seen.
Threats from two of the four that I know of, Dio and Jack. Those two pissheads can come right at me, and I'll knock 'em down and kick in their skulls.
Dio Muerte. The one who I might call 'rival', but have yet to beat in a singles match. Guess I'll never get that shot now, but you have got to learn to hold your tongue before someone cuts it out and gives it to you on a plate.
Newfy Jack. The one who I humiliated by smashing his boyfriend's face in, and he runs out and hands me a win on a golden platter. Sorry Newf, but just lie down and it'll all be over soon.
Malone. Don't know to much about you, but don't screw with me on that night. I have to deal with Newfy and Dio, don't make me crush you too. My left hand will finish you.
Back to Dio. You scoffed my weapon, that's something you'll regret.
Jack. I'm going to make you bleed.
Malone, stay the hell out of my way. I'll let you have Jack if you feel the need.
The shadows dance as the pacing form slows, then lies back down on the bed and falls into a restless sleep.
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