Post by "Superstar" Deathrow on Jan 8, 2006 17:11:56 GMT -5
The scene opens, cold and unforgiving, dead are the days when we go to bars to find eccentric morons who blather on and on never realizing for a moment that no one is listening to a word they say, much like those known as One an Two. We continue watching on, realizing the scenery, its so dead. There’s nothing there, no emotion, nothing that screams hatred, nothing that makes us quiver in fear, only a chilling reminder of just how horrific it can be to be a man who feels nothing. A man that is dead inside. We look onwards towards Tommy Deathrow Who’s flipping threw the latest teen beat magizine, his life scarred, his mind twisted his intentions deadly, but right now at this very moment in time he stands all alone, in solitude he shelters himself from the likes of The Delivery Men, he could care less for what some insipid punks thinks of him. He made it quite well known that unless The Delivery Men had something meaningful to say to him, then it would fall upon def ears. Just like he stated The Delivery Men had nothing meaningful say, he had nothing intelligent for that matter either, just a long and drawn out pile of shit, concocted from too much alcohol and too few brain cells.
It would be easy to say that Deathrow is looking past The Delivery Men, but its more than likely that he is simply looking straight through him. Tommy Deathrow is a man with enough intelligence that he would not be blinded by the inane babbling that comes from The Delivery Men’s mouths. He could care less whether The Delivery Men think or know that the doom riders are a legend. Retaliating towards The Delivery Mens words wouldn’t help the situation, it wouldn’t mean anything for him to rebut his case against such an incredibly self-indulged idiots. But again Deathrow doesn’t need to say that, stating such things is only necessary for those who are too stupid to already know such a thing. Deathrow doesn’t have the time nor the patience for those people. Why bother wasting your breath on boys like The Delivery children that can’t shut up long enough to see the truth.
Its very apparent listening to The Delivery Men that they cant fathom the fact that they simply are not as good as they think they are. That’s what makes everything they say so sickening to listen to. That’s likely the reason that Deathrow simply ignores there every comment. Besides is there anything that The Delivery Men could possibly ever say to someone like Deathrow, that would warrant his attention.
All of there comments empty and misinformed we can continue to watch Tommy Deathrow as he ponders something in his mind far greater than a meaningless match with two jerk offs. What it is we don’t know yet, we can’t begin to enter the mind of Deathrow unless he chooses to let us in. Its obvious from the comments of The Delivery Men that they were never capable of understanding the monster that we see before us. They think that Deathrow hates there guts, there so self-absorbed and arrogant that they actually believes that there different from everyone else. We can see it though, Deathrow hates without reason, he doesn’t harbor his hatred for any one man, any more than he would another.
In this a dark room, showing us a dark and demented man, the piercing silence is broken, shattered.. like the dreams of so many other “upstarts”.
Deathrow: Damn it why are nick and Jessica divorising? What jojo has a bf? Wow Dakota fanning is hot. “Deathrow sets down the magazine he has on his fake coke bottle glasses” Oh well hello didn’t notice you there. “clears throat” These people, they want to take the NAPW. They want to destroy the NAPW, they want to take from me my land in which kryenik and I shall harvest. All of these imbeciles not realizing what grave danger beholds them. No one can take from the doomriders the opportunity to injure, maim and brutalize everyone in our path.
My entire life is about making those around me suffer, its about bringing pain and anguish to those who have never suffered it themselves. Ask my therapist I love anal and genetal torchar. Its about showing people what life is really all about. In life we only feel pain. Joy is there only to make such disdain and suffering that much worse. When it comes right down to it, people don’t remember the good in their lives, they only remember the downfalls. Every time you’ve ever been lifted up it was only to make the fall more difficult to handle. If only people could realize that. If only people would understand that, then my niche in this world would be far easier to carry out. But instead they’re hopeful, hopeful that they can break the cycle, hopeful that they can escape their meaningless lives and avoid feeling such heart wrenching animosity as it over takes them. But I will not allow that to happen.
Fate determines that Tommy Deathrow and Bill Kryenik are the one that doll out the divine punishment of all those that chose this life. We will not drop our end of the bargain, we will dish out this pain to any and all that walk before us. Especially those that stride to make this world better. You people that are asserting yourselves to try and topple the NAPW, you people that are trying to take my kingdom of suffering, you will feel a wrath more powerful than the fires of hell itself. I will bleed my blood upon the canvas, I will perspire my sweat from my body. I’ll leave everything I have behind me, and fight to the very death to prevent you from taking NAPW the house in which this monster lurks.
Deathrow rolls his head as his callous, deep yet eerily calm voice rings through the dark atmosphere.
Deathrow: This Monday Doomriders bestow our terror upon The Delivery Men. They are one of the many that try and sink the vessels that carries this hatred. I doubt they can understand the reason for which we do, what I am about to do to them. I doubt they realize that there is a far greater picture involved with this battle than a simple wrestling match. It’s a statement, it’s Tommy Deathrow telling the world that anyone or anything that stands in his way of destroying this “Anti-Doomrider” movement will be decimated.
No matter how delusional they or the rest of the cretins are, on Monday it will become brutally obvious that they haven’t a leg to stand upon. There isn’t a tag team or single man alive that will inherit the strength to stop Tommy Deathrow or Billy Kreynik from abolishing this attack upon there legacy.
The camera moves, we are seeing the face of the hate filled beast. His eyes are distant and dead, there is no emotion, there is no sign of life within the face of this sadistic gladiator. His voice continues to ring through the blackened scene.
Deathrow: I can look into this darkness before me, I can see everything I fight for,. I can see the years of torment, that humanity caused me. I can hear the screams of those children whom have crossed my path in the past. These sounds and sights, they keep my black heart true to the cause at hand. They keep the ice flowing through my veins. So much depends on the doomriders showing those whom are blind to reality, the truth about life. It would be cataclysmic should I not succeed. You people aren’t capable of understanding the consequences should my reign of terror cease to exist. Millions of people that jeer at the sight of , just because they are far too ignorant to see the truth, the truth is without Tommy Deathrow an Billy Kryenik, there is no fear, there is nothing to stop people like One and Two or even these other pathetic fools around here from entering their minds and making them believe whatever twisted thought they feel as though tainting their thoughts with. All of these people far too afraid to think for themselves, they all simply follow the leader towards their inevitable slaughter, that is of course only if Tommy Deathrow and Kryenik are not around to show them reality, no matter how morbid it may be. Call me delusional but it’s the truth.
This week its The Delivery Men. Next week it will be someone else, and so forth and so forth. But until each and every one of these idiots is brought to the brinks of the abyss itself, Billy nor I will rest. I will cast my unmolested hatred upon all of these men, because the truth can not die… and the ONLY person that will end Tommy Deathrows crusade for anguish…is Tommy Deathrow. One and Two… I will do just that after I lick the blood from your faces. One in your asses and number two on your chest you little bitches.
The sick and twisted demeanor of Deathrow shows through, he’s lost so much of his sanity over the years that he believes in his own world that he is correct. That he is righteous with his despicable acts towards others. The undying malice that roars through his body seems to burning more powerfully than ever within that cold glare. Never the less he sees this match in far more depth than a drunken idiot should. He sees his purpose in the NAPW as far more than a race to a title, or a collage of mundane and completely meaningless words like The Delivery Men. A certain style of wrestling wont save The Delivery Men. A certain level of skill wont either. The scene fades to black as we the viewers all realize, that there is nothing at all that can save The Delivery Men now… absolutely NOTHING…
It would be easy to say that Deathrow is looking past The Delivery Men, but its more than likely that he is simply looking straight through him. Tommy Deathrow is a man with enough intelligence that he would not be blinded by the inane babbling that comes from The Delivery Men’s mouths. He could care less whether The Delivery Men think or know that the doom riders are a legend. Retaliating towards The Delivery Mens words wouldn’t help the situation, it wouldn’t mean anything for him to rebut his case against such an incredibly self-indulged idiots. But again Deathrow doesn’t need to say that, stating such things is only necessary for those who are too stupid to already know such a thing. Deathrow doesn’t have the time nor the patience for those people. Why bother wasting your breath on boys like The Delivery children that can’t shut up long enough to see the truth.
Its very apparent listening to The Delivery Men that they cant fathom the fact that they simply are not as good as they think they are. That’s what makes everything they say so sickening to listen to. That’s likely the reason that Deathrow simply ignores there every comment. Besides is there anything that The Delivery Men could possibly ever say to someone like Deathrow, that would warrant his attention.
All of there comments empty and misinformed we can continue to watch Tommy Deathrow as he ponders something in his mind far greater than a meaningless match with two jerk offs. What it is we don’t know yet, we can’t begin to enter the mind of Deathrow unless he chooses to let us in. Its obvious from the comments of The Delivery Men that they were never capable of understanding the monster that we see before us. They think that Deathrow hates there guts, there so self-absorbed and arrogant that they actually believes that there different from everyone else. We can see it though, Deathrow hates without reason, he doesn’t harbor his hatred for any one man, any more than he would another.
In this a dark room, showing us a dark and demented man, the piercing silence is broken, shattered.. like the dreams of so many other “upstarts”.
Deathrow: Damn it why are nick and Jessica divorising? What jojo has a bf? Wow Dakota fanning is hot. “Deathrow sets down the magazine he has on his fake coke bottle glasses” Oh well hello didn’t notice you there. “clears throat” These people, they want to take the NAPW. They want to destroy the NAPW, they want to take from me my land in which kryenik and I shall harvest. All of these imbeciles not realizing what grave danger beholds them. No one can take from the doomriders the opportunity to injure, maim and brutalize everyone in our path.
My entire life is about making those around me suffer, its about bringing pain and anguish to those who have never suffered it themselves. Ask my therapist I love anal and genetal torchar. Its about showing people what life is really all about. In life we only feel pain. Joy is there only to make such disdain and suffering that much worse. When it comes right down to it, people don’t remember the good in their lives, they only remember the downfalls. Every time you’ve ever been lifted up it was only to make the fall more difficult to handle. If only people could realize that. If only people would understand that, then my niche in this world would be far easier to carry out. But instead they’re hopeful, hopeful that they can break the cycle, hopeful that they can escape their meaningless lives and avoid feeling such heart wrenching animosity as it over takes them. But I will not allow that to happen.
Fate determines that Tommy Deathrow and Bill Kryenik are the one that doll out the divine punishment of all those that chose this life. We will not drop our end of the bargain, we will dish out this pain to any and all that walk before us. Especially those that stride to make this world better. You people that are asserting yourselves to try and topple the NAPW, you people that are trying to take my kingdom of suffering, you will feel a wrath more powerful than the fires of hell itself. I will bleed my blood upon the canvas, I will perspire my sweat from my body. I’ll leave everything I have behind me, and fight to the very death to prevent you from taking NAPW the house in which this monster lurks.
Deathrow rolls his head as his callous, deep yet eerily calm voice rings through the dark atmosphere.
Deathrow: This Monday Doomriders bestow our terror upon The Delivery Men. They are one of the many that try and sink the vessels that carries this hatred. I doubt they can understand the reason for which we do, what I am about to do to them. I doubt they realize that there is a far greater picture involved with this battle than a simple wrestling match. It’s a statement, it’s Tommy Deathrow telling the world that anyone or anything that stands in his way of destroying this “Anti-Doomrider” movement will be decimated.
No matter how delusional they or the rest of the cretins are, on Monday it will become brutally obvious that they haven’t a leg to stand upon. There isn’t a tag team or single man alive that will inherit the strength to stop Tommy Deathrow or Billy Kreynik from abolishing this attack upon there legacy.
The camera moves, we are seeing the face of the hate filled beast. His eyes are distant and dead, there is no emotion, there is no sign of life within the face of this sadistic gladiator. His voice continues to ring through the blackened scene.
Deathrow: I can look into this darkness before me, I can see everything I fight for,. I can see the years of torment, that humanity caused me. I can hear the screams of those children whom have crossed my path in the past. These sounds and sights, they keep my black heart true to the cause at hand. They keep the ice flowing through my veins. So much depends on the doomriders showing those whom are blind to reality, the truth about life. It would be cataclysmic should I not succeed. You people aren’t capable of understanding the consequences should my reign of terror cease to exist. Millions of people that jeer at the sight of , just because they are far too ignorant to see the truth, the truth is without Tommy Deathrow an Billy Kryenik, there is no fear, there is nothing to stop people like One and Two or even these other pathetic fools around here from entering their minds and making them believe whatever twisted thought they feel as though tainting their thoughts with. All of these people far too afraid to think for themselves, they all simply follow the leader towards their inevitable slaughter, that is of course only if Tommy Deathrow and Kryenik are not around to show them reality, no matter how morbid it may be. Call me delusional but it’s the truth.
This week its The Delivery Men. Next week it will be someone else, and so forth and so forth. But until each and every one of these idiots is brought to the brinks of the abyss itself, Billy nor I will rest. I will cast my unmolested hatred upon all of these men, because the truth can not die… and the ONLY person that will end Tommy Deathrows crusade for anguish…is Tommy Deathrow. One and Two… I will do just that after I lick the blood from your faces. One in your asses and number two on your chest you little bitches.
The sick and twisted demeanor of Deathrow shows through, he’s lost so much of his sanity over the years that he believes in his own world that he is correct. That he is righteous with his despicable acts towards others. The undying malice that roars through his body seems to burning more powerfully than ever within that cold glare. Never the less he sees this match in far more depth than a drunken idiot should. He sees his purpose in the NAPW as far more than a race to a title, or a collage of mundane and completely meaningless words like The Delivery Men. A certain style of wrestling wont save The Delivery Men. A certain level of skill wont either. The scene fades to black as we the viewers all realize, that there is nothing at all that can save The Delivery Men now… absolutely NOTHING…