Post by "Sick" Billy Kryenik on Jan 15, 2006 9:47:40 GMT -5
:::continued:::
(Kryenik seems to be a little shaken up. He is sitting on the floor, slightly shaking as he scratches his eyes. He looks groggy and frustrated. He continues to talk to himself.)
Kryenik: Three years… I know you’re near… Three years. You (BLEEP)ing whore, you were the only one I ever loved. You didn’t remember my name…
(Kryenik gets up off the floor and walks over to a desk. There is a black marker sitting next to sheets of paper, pens and other stationary items.)
Kryenik: Billy… Billy… Billy…
(Kryenik repeats his first name over and over as he writes his name on a piece of paper. He crumples it up and throws it to his side. He grabs a fresh sheet and writes his name and crumples the paper and throws it away. He continues to do this over a course of about 15 sheets of paper, riddling the floor with waste. He comes to the final sheet of paper and writes his name once more but then slams his fist onto the table and stares at it.)
Kryenik: Why didn’t you remember my name? Why couldn’t you remember us… and what we were? I made you my whole life, we did everything together… I taught you how to pilage the guilty and corrupt the innocent. I taught you everything you vile woman… It forced me to go away.. from everything, our marriage, our children, our career. Everything. But now I sense you… I sense your presence… where are you? Where are you Illusion and why are you here now? I’m here in Canada to escape the notion that you would ever be able to find me if you ever remembered me. How could you possibly have found me…
(Kryenik seems to have adopted complete paranoia as he has no evidence of Illusion being anywhere close to him at all.
…click…clack…click…
Kryenik turns his head to the window where the sound came from. He runs to it and sees a silohette of a woman standing in the distance, amongst the sticks and moonlight. He blinks hard and rubs his eyes, and finds no one there.)
Kryenik: You were there… I saw you… I know your connection to me Illusion. You forced those memories in my head. Don’t (BLEEP) with me woman. I’ll (BLEEP)ing destroy you. Things are too intense for any more confrontation from someone like you. This is something I’d expect of my opponents. Seek and destroy from the Delivery Men, head games from the Decapitators, bullshit.
(Kryenik turns towards the table again and walks at it briskly and overturns the table. The table crashes down on the floor and he kicks off the legs of the table. He grabs one of the broken off legs and smashes it against the wall and then the window itself. The glass crashes to his feet in a heap and he picks up a big shard of glass.)
Kryenik: I’m ready for you all. Whether it be the Delivery Men, the Decapitators, Illusion, Chris Casino, D!, Bill McNeil, I’ll cut your faces off one by one. This is just the beginning of the end of us all. It’s not as easy as it sounds, but the return of myself has yet to be happen. I’m stuck here in this cabin, waiting for this prophecy to be told to me. All the while hoping for this mystery stalking, to be my opponents trying to (BLEEP) with me. If only it was the Delivery Men delivering me a “lethal” package. Maybe it is… maybe it’s a hit man that Delivery Man #1 sent for “mussing” up his hair. It’d be much easier to ram the glass into their flesh.
(Kryenik hears another noise coming from the outside of house and he slams the glass into the wall and it sticks right inside. He pulls his hand off of it and severs the palm. Blood starts to pour out of it. He looks at it for a few moments and then it. His eyes light up, as if he hasn’t tasted his own blood before.)
Kryenik: I’ve been in such long hibernation with such contemplation that I have yet to return to myself. Sure I am here in body, but mentally I was left behind at that last DWU event. It was abandoned along with my marriage and family. The first match back, I hardly made an impact on the Delivery Men. Sure we didn’t walk out loser in anyway, but the fact that I didn’t leave their bodies laying to rot and stink is a loss to me. I didn’t get to lick their blood, or smear their bodies onto the concrete floor. I should have done what was needed when I had the chance. Now I it’s another turn at the marry-go-round on Monday and then yet another token inserted for Jokers Wild.
(Kryenik picks up another piece of glass and holds it to his throat. He mimics his throat being cut, and he smiles with excitement to the camera.)
Kryenik: Decapitators, when the time comes will your name actions hold up to your name? Could you do it? Like a middle eastern terrorist… would you take my head off. Let them Eat Cake I say, Let them Eat Cake! Let them choke and die with the rest of society. Let them Eat Cake!
(Kryenik has obviously lost any sense of reality from the events leading up to this. He glances to the door way and walks over to it. He turns the door knob and opens it slowly, looking out the gap.)
Kryenik: Illusion… Illusion… where are you... come to daddy…
(Kryenik then shoves the door open wide, swinging it to slam into the outside of the house. Kryenik stomps outside onto the concrete slab that marks the entrance way to the isolated cabin. Kryenik looks around the entire view to see if he can see anything but he cannot.)
Kryenik: My sanity rides upon you being here Illusion. You can’t make me as crazy as I appear to be at this moment. No woman, man, or beast can drive me to my breaking point. I could be beaten by a million delivery men, or sent through the guillotine a hundred times and my sanity would remain intact. There is no doubt that right now I feel a tad off of my game. Three years of nothing but yourself, and one match back will do that to a man. Ring rust, depression and Deliveries. Key factors to my life as I know it…
…smirk…
Kryenik: Maybe the Delivery Men did their homework. Maybe I didn’t give them enough credit. Maybe they reviewed tapes of Deathrow and I from PWA and DWU. It’s possible that they noticed we were lame one member. So in an cowardly way to play head games they hired some nobody, some Predator to play the hunter. Making me the prey, me of all people the hide to devour.
…Ha Ha Ha…
Kryenik: It’s possible that these Decapitators are more than what they lead onto to be. At first glance you’d dismiss them as another job-tag team that’s waiting for their “shot” but never get the chance to shoot. I’m guessing deep down they’re a little more than what I, or anybody thinks. No matter though, Monday Night Fights Will be a walk for myself and Deathrow.
…crunch…crunch…
(Footsteps surround Kryenik twenty feet out. Kryenik looks around profusely but still sees nothing. Kryenik steps forward, closer into the deep of the forest.)
Kryenik: I walk the brimstone pathway, I glide past the fires of hell. The trials and tortures of life are nothing more than a test of what is to come. A greater meaning outcome that none of us are able to foresee. God? No. Doomriders. There isn’t a force, or team, or woman that has the capacity to out wit me. These games grow tiresome. Monday seems like an eternity away. I want to fight now, this second, right here. They can wield these sticks at me, but the passion of my fight does not bow to any branch or bone. I’d fight them to the death, I’d fight her to the death.
(Suddenly a woman’s voice out of no where startles Kryenik.)
Voice: You may walk the path of brimstone but it’s only an illusion.
(Kryenik turns 180 degrees and faces behind him. The air is dark, the moon is not able to break through the brush of trees that surround him.)
Kryenik: Heheh… where are you…
Voice: The question is, where have you been.
Kryenik: I’ve been waiting… thinking… plotting.
Voice: Many years ago…
Kryenik: Three…
Voice: I’ve come for you Billy.
Kryenik: …My name…
(Kryenik turns 360 degrees searching for the source of the woman’s voice. Kryenik cannot locate the sound. He walks briskly forward bobbing his head up and down, hearing the crunch of sticks from all around him.)
…crunch…crunch…crunch…
Kryenik: Don’t lead me like a horse… I won’t drink.
Voice: Find your way Billy.
Kryenik:… Your voice stinks of betrayal vile woman… where are you…?
:::to be continued:::
(Kryenik seems to be a little shaken up. He is sitting on the floor, slightly shaking as he scratches his eyes. He looks groggy and frustrated. He continues to talk to himself.)
Kryenik: Three years… I know you’re near… Three years. You (BLEEP)ing whore, you were the only one I ever loved. You didn’t remember my name…
(Kryenik gets up off the floor and walks over to a desk. There is a black marker sitting next to sheets of paper, pens and other stationary items.)
Kryenik: Billy… Billy… Billy…
(Kryenik repeats his first name over and over as he writes his name on a piece of paper. He crumples it up and throws it to his side. He grabs a fresh sheet and writes his name and crumples the paper and throws it away. He continues to do this over a course of about 15 sheets of paper, riddling the floor with waste. He comes to the final sheet of paper and writes his name once more but then slams his fist onto the table and stares at it.)
Kryenik: Why didn’t you remember my name? Why couldn’t you remember us… and what we were? I made you my whole life, we did everything together… I taught you how to pilage the guilty and corrupt the innocent. I taught you everything you vile woman… It forced me to go away.. from everything, our marriage, our children, our career. Everything. But now I sense you… I sense your presence… where are you? Where are you Illusion and why are you here now? I’m here in Canada to escape the notion that you would ever be able to find me if you ever remembered me. How could you possibly have found me…
(Kryenik seems to have adopted complete paranoia as he has no evidence of Illusion being anywhere close to him at all.
…click…clack…click…
Kryenik turns his head to the window where the sound came from. He runs to it and sees a silohette of a woman standing in the distance, amongst the sticks and moonlight. He blinks hard and rubs his eyes, and finds no one there.)
Kryenik: You were there… I saw you… I know your connection to me Illusion. You forced those memories in my head. Don’t (BLEEP) with me woman. I’ll (BLEEP)ing destroy you. Things are too intense for any more confrontation from someone like you. This is something I’d expect of my opponents. Seek and destroy from the Delivery Men, head games from the Decapitators, bullshit.
(Kryenik turns towards the table again and walks at it briskly and overturns the table. The table crashes down on the floor and he kicks off the legs of the table. He grabs one of the broken off legs and smashes it against the wall and then the window itself. The glass crashes to his feet in a heap and he picks up a big shard of glass.)
Kryenik: I’m ready for you all. Whether it be the Delivery Men, the Decapitators, Illusion, Chris Casino, D!, Bill McNeil, I’ll cut your faces off one by one. This is just the beginning of the end of us all. It’s not as easy as it sounds, but the return of myself has yet to be happen. I’m stuck here in this cabin, waiting for this prophecy to be told to me. All the while hoping for this mystery stalking, to be my opponents trying to (BLEEP) with me. If only it was the Delivery Men delivering me a “lethal” package. Maybe it is… maybe it’s a hit man that Delivery Man #1 sent for “mussing” up his hair. It’d be much easier to ram the glass into their flesh.
(Kryenik hears another noise coming from the outside of house and he slams the glass into the wall and it sticks right inside. He pulls his hand off of it and severs the palm. Blood starts to pour out of it. He looks at it for a few moments and then it. His eyes light up, as if he hasn’t tasted his own blood before.)
Kryenik: I’ve been in such long hibernation with such contemplation that I have yet to return to myself. Sure I am here in body, but mentally I was left behind at that last DWU event. It was abandoned along with my marriage and family. The first match back, I hardly made an impact on the Delivery Men. Sure we didn’t walk out loser in anyway, but the fact that I didn’t leave their bodies laying to rot and stink is a loss to me. I didn’t get to lick their blood, or smear their bodies onto the concrete floor. I should have done what was needed when I had the chance. Now I it’s another turn at the marry-go-round on Monday and then yet another token inserted for Jokers Wild.
(Kryenik picks up another piece of glass and holds it to his throat. He mimics his throat being cut, and he smiles with excitement to the camera.)
Kryenik: Decapitators, when the time comes will your name actions hold up to your name? Could you do it? Like a middle eastern terrorist… would you take my head off. Let them Eat Cake I say, Let them Eat Cake! Let them choke and die with the rest of society. Let them Eat Cake!
(Kryenik has obviously lost any sense of reality from the events leading up to this. He glances to the door way and walks over to it. He turns the door knob and opens it slowly, looking out the gap.)
Kryenik: Illusion… Illusion… where are you... come to daddy…
(Kryenik then shoves the door open wide, swinging it to slam into the outside of the house. Kryenik stomps outside onto the concrete slab that marks the entrance way to the isolated cabin. Kryenik looks around the entire view to see if he can see anything but he cannot.)
Kryenik: My sanity rides upon you being here Illusion. You can’t make me as crazy as I appear to be at this moment. No woman, man, or beast can drive me to my breaking point. I could be beaten by a million delivery men, or sent through the guillotine a hundred times and my sanity would remain intact. There is no doubt that right now I feel a tad off of my game. Three years of nothing but yourself, and one match back will do that to a man. Ring rust, depression and Deliveries. Key factors to my life as I know it…
…smirk…
Kryenik: Maybe the Delivery Men did their homework. Maybe I didn’t give them enough credit. Maybe they reviewed tapes of Deathrow and I from PWA and DWU. It’s possible that they noticed we were lame one member. So in an cowardly way to play head games they hired some nobody, some Predator to play the hunter. Making me the prey, me of all people the hide to devour.
…Ha Ha Ha…
Kryenik: It’s possible that these Decapitators are more than what they lead onto to be. At first glance you’d dismiss them as another job-tag team that’s waiting for their “shot” but never get the chance to shoot. I’m guessing deep down they’re a little more than what I, or anybody thinks. No matter though, Monday Night Fights Will be a walk for myself and Deathrow.
…crunch…crunch…
(Footsteps surround Kryenik twenty feet out. Kryenik looks around profusely but still sees nothing. Kryenik steps forward, closer into the deep of the forest.)
Kryenik: I walk the brimstone pathway, I glide past the fires of hell. The trials and tortures of life are nothing more than a test of what is to come. A greater meaning outcome that none of us are able to foresee. God? No. Doomriders. There isn’t a force, or team, or woman that has the capacity to out wit me. These games grow tiresome. Monday seems like an eternity away. I want to fight now, this second, right here. They can wield these sticks at me, but the passion of my fight does not bow to any branch or bone. I’d fight them to the death, I’d fight her to the death.
(Suddenly a woman’s voice out of no where startles Kryenik.)
Voice: You may walk the path of brimstone but it’s only an illusion.
(Kryenik turns 180 degrees and faces behind him. The air is dark, the moon is not able to break through the brush of trees that surround him.)
Kryenik: Heheh… where are you…
Voice: The question is, where have you been.
Kryenik: I’ve been waiting… thinking… plotting.
Voice: Many years ago…
Kryenik: Three…
Voice: I’ve come for you Billy.
Kryenik: …My name…
(Kryenik turns 360 degrees searching for the source of the woman’s voice. Kryenik cannot locate the sound. He walks briskly forward bobbing his head up and down, hearing the crunch of sticks from all around him.)
…crunch…crunch…crunch…
Kryenik: Don’t lead me like a horse… I won’t drink.
Voice: Find your way Billy.
Kryenik:… Your voice stinks of betrayal vile woman… where are you…?
:::to be continued:::