Post by winters on Mar 13, 2007 9:29:58 GMT -6
As the scene opens, a caption fades in on the screen.
It's been much too long. I feel it coming on. The feeling's getting strong. It's been much too long. I feel it coming on. The feeling's in my bones. Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
As the caption fades in, the song "Prelude 12/21" by AFI begins to play. All that can be seen above the caption is a pair of eyes, a flame in the shape of a dragon burning brightly in them.
The powers that be have spoken... The war of pain has begun. The Apocalypse is on the horizon, awaiting the opportunity to make all of the claims... All of the protestations... All of the prophecies reality! Many of you have chosen to ignore our words... Ignore the threat that we are... The force that we represent! And yet, here we are... Giving you the last of the warnings that are to come your way!
The words disappear, followed by the appearance of Jake Winters' face. His eyes are narrowed, that flame still ablaze deep from within. There's nearly an aura about him. An aura of confidence... An aura of smugness.
I came to POW with vengeance consumin' my mind... Vengeance corruptin' my heart... Vengeance devourin' my soul... I came here with one thought and one thought in mind... The POW had to pay fo' what it did to me and my friend Luthien! I came here to prove that I was the best damn wrestler that you people had ever seen! I came here to prove that I deserved a hell of a lot better treatment than I got from you people last week! I came here to prove that I am a man that is a threat to everyone...
He glares through the camera, his teeth bared.
ANY GAD-DAMN BODY THAT HAS THE MISFORTUNE OF FACIN' ME INSIDE THE SQUARED CIRCLE!
The camera zooms out, showing him to be dressed in his full-length, sleeveless, black leather trench coat. The coat is closed, giving his body a more slender, longer appearance. In his left hand is a folded up black leather beret. Both of his wrists are heavily taped with black electrical tape, both hands are covered with fingerless black leather gloves. A black elbow brace is on his left elbow.
We came in and we decimated the tag-team we faced last week! In a few Months, we will be tag team champions!
He grits his teeth.
EVERYONE IN THIS WORLD HAS DENIED ME OF WHATS MINE! EVERY SECOND OF IT, YOU DENIED ME WHAT WAS RIGHTFULLY MINE! NO RESPECT! NO ACKNOWLEDGMENT! NOT EVEN THE BENEFIT OF THE FRIGGIN' DOUBT!
He begins to speak in a growled whisper.
Go ahead POW, try and take control of a force that you cannot understand... Try to play Gepetto!
He stops for a moment, shaking his head slowly as he closes his eyes. He licks his lips.
This week, Tito books us in a match against Murderous intent? I don't understand why you've seen fit to try to punish me fo' deeds that you've wanted done all along! I don't understand why you'd decide I need yo' brand of tough love when I've put so much gad-damn money in yo' pockets! Is it because I don't give a damn how you feel 'bout my methods? Is it because I could care less who gets laid out in my wake...? Who ends up hurt because they were in the wrong damn place at the wrong damn time?!
He holds his right hand toward the camera, palm outward.
It really doesn't matter, Tito... It never mattered... It never will matter. All that matters is that yo' dirty work is still gettin' done... Despite the fact that I don't think I owe you a gad-damn thing! I'm takin' out the POW' heroes... I'm takin' out the POW's villains... I'm takin' out those that nobody gives a damn about! I've said it befo'... I'll say it again... If you ain't with us, you're gonna get victimized by us! It's straight... It's simple... It's to the gad-damn point!
He rubs his hands together, an evil gleam in his eyes, a large grin on his face.
Yo' attempts at punishment... Keep 'em comin'... All it's gonna do is continue to motivate me to carry out my manifest destiny! All it's gonna do is inspire me to greater acts of calamity against you and yo' favorites! I'm sick and gad-damn tired of seein' the preferential treatment that goes on here! I'm sick and gad-damn tired of the unfairness that runs rampant here in the POW! If your name isn't Stevens or Morrison, you don't get respect!
He sniffs, wipes his mouth with the back of his left hand.
The latest... Forcin' me and Morgoth to fight these two horrible workers.
A sinister smirk is highly visible as Jake winks at the camera. He balls his right hand into a fist, which shakes with intensity. He shakes his head.
The truth of the matter is, Muderous Intent, you ain't done shit that nobody else considered a real star here in the POW hasn't done. Yet, you think that we all need to bow down and kiss yo' gad-damn feet fo' doin' what so many others have done?! You need to pull yo' head outta yo' ass! You really need to clean out yo' ears and listen to yo'self speak some time.
He purses his lips, that gleam intensifying in his eyes as he continues.
I've got every intention of makin' you lose blood, guys. I've got every intention of sendin' you off back to where you came from.
He motions toward the camera with his left hand, pantomiming holding a beating heart in the palm.
At last, the long wait is over. The weight is off my shoulders. I'm taking all control, yeah. My mind... My mind is set so free. I'm where I want to be, to get the best of me.
He's begun visibly shaking with emotion. The camera zooms in on his face, the rest of his face darkened while it seems that a light is framing those big, brown, intense, bloodshot eyes. His voice is overtaken by a growl.
End transmission.
It's been much too long. I feel it coming on. The feeling's getting strong. It's been much too long. I feel it coming on. The feeling's in my bones. Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
As the caption fades in, the song "Prelude 12/21" by AFI begins to play. All that can be seen above the caption is a pair of eyes, a flame in the shape of a dragon burning brightly in them.
The powers that be have spoken... The war of pain has begun. The Apocalypse is on the horizon, awaiting the opportunity to make all of the claims... All of the protestations... All of the prophecies reality! Many of you have chosen to ignore our words... Ignore the threat that we are... The force that we represent! And yet, here we are... Giving you the last of the warnings that are to come your way!
The words disappear, followed by the appearance of Jake Winters' face. His eyes are narrowed, that flame still ablaze deep from within. There's nearly an aura about him. An aura of confidence... An aura of smugness.
I came to POW with vengeance consumin' my mind... Vengeance corruptin' my heart... Vengeance devourin' my soul... I came here with one thought and one thought in mind... The POW had to pay fo' what it did to me and my friend Luthien! I came here to prove that I was the best damn wrestler that you people had ever seen! I came here to prove that I deserved a hell of a lot better treatment than I got from you people last week! I came here to prove that I am a man that is a threat to everyone...
He glares through the camera, his teeth bared.
ANY GAD-DAMN BODY THAT HAS THE MISFORTUNE OF FACIN' ME INSIDE THE SQUARED CIRCLE!
The camera zooms out, showing him to be dressed in his full-length, sleeveless, black leather trench coat. The coat is closed, giving his body a more slender, longer appearance. In his left hand is a folded up black leather beret. Both of his wrists are heavily taped with black electrical tape, both hands are covered with fingerless black leather gloves. A black elbow brace is on his left elbow.
We came in and we decimated the tag-team we faced last week! In a few Months, we will be tag team champions!
He grits his teeth.
EVERYONE IN THIS WORLD HAS DENIED ME OF WHATS MINE! EVERY SECOND OF IT, YOU DENIED ME WHAT WAS RIGHTFULLY MINE! NO RESPECT! NO ACKNOWLEDGMENT! NOT EVEN THE BENEFIT OF THE FRIGGIN' DOUBT!
He begins to speak in a growled whisper.
Go ahead POW, try and take control of a force that you cannot understand... Try to play Gepetto!
He stops for a moment, shaking his head slowly as he closes his eyes. He licks his lips.
This week, Tito books us in a match against Murderous intent? I don't understand why you've seen fit to try to punish me fo' deeds that you've wanted done all along! I don't understand why you'd decide I need yo' brand of tough love when I've put so much gad-damn money in yo' pockets! Is it because I don't give a damn how you feel 'bout my methods? Is it because I could care less who gets laid out in my wake...? Who ends up hurt because they were in the wrong damn place at the wrong damn time?!
He holds his right hand toward the camera, palm outward.
It really doesn't matter, Tito... It never mattered... It never will matter. All that matters is that yo' dirty work is still gettin' done... Despite the fact that I don't think I owe you a gad-damn thing! I'm takin' out the POW' heroes... I'm takin' out the POW's villains... I'm takin' out those that nobody gives a damn about! I've said it befo'... I'll say it again... If you ain't with us, you're gonna get victimized by us! It's straight... It's simple... It's to the gad-damn point!
He rubs his hands together, an evil gleam in his eyes, a large grin on his face.
Yo' attempts at punishment... Keep 'em comin'... All it's gonna do is continue to motivate me to carry out my manifest destiny! All it's gonna do is inspire me to greater acts of calamity against you and yo' favorites! I'm sick and gad-damn tired of seein' the preferential treatment that goes on here! I'm sick and gad-damn tired of the unfairness that runs rampant here in the POW! If your name isn't Stevens or Morrison, you don't get respect!
He sniffs, wipes his mouth with the back of his left hand.
The latest... Forcin' me and Morgoth to fight these two horrible workers.
A sinister smirk is highly visible as Jake winks at the camera. He balls his right hand into a fist, which shakes with intensity. He shakes his head.
The truth of the matter is, Muderous Intent, you ain't done shit that nobody else considered a real star here in the POW hasn't done. Yet, you think that we all need to bow down and kiss yo' gad-damn feet fo' doin' what so many others have done?! You need to pull yo' head outta yo' ass! You really need to clean out yo' ears and listen to yo'self speak some time.
He purses his lips, that gleam intensifying in his eyes as he continues.
I've got every intention of makin' you lose blood, guys. I've got every intention of sendin' you off back to where you came from.
He motions toward the camera with his left hand, pantomiming holding a beating heart in the palm.
At last, the long wait is over. The weight is off my shoulders. I'm taking all control, yeah. My mind... My mind is set so free. I'm where I want to be, to get the best of me.
He's begun visibly shaking with emotion. The camera zooms in on his face, the rest of his face darkened while it seems that a light is framing those big, brown, intense, bloodshot eyes. His voice is overtaken by a growl.
End transmission.