Post by black on Aug 14, 2007 17:12:14 GMT -6
[Scene opens in the cemetery. A woman and her child are delivering flowers to a grave. As they kneel down to put flowers at the grave they are startled by the sound of whistling coming from above. As they look up they see a man sitting in the tree above the grave of which they are visiting. He has long dark hair, haunting eyes and is wearing black jeans, boots and a black vest. Upon further view you can see it is Oni. He looks down staring the woman in the face and gives off a slight smirk while whistling the "Graveyard Symphony". The woman grabs her child's hand and they both run off. Oni lets out a wicked laughter as the hurry off.]
Oni:laughing Pathetic idiots. What the hell has this world been reduced to. Better yet what have I been reduced to. The status of a freaking loser in POW.
He closes his eyes whilst clutching his face in his hand. His breathing becomes fast as he begins to tell a story.
You know I knew a kid a long time ago. Use to sit in the back of the classroom. Real quiet guy, didn't bother anyone.That's where the problem lies. He didn't bother anyone but everyone bothered him. Always taunting, picking, pointing the finger. It didn't stop there because the same thing went on when he got home from school That kid he became angry, he became violent. So angry that'd he'd mutilate animals. Torturing them in the worse ways possible. He'd dream crimson red dreams of ruining the world. And as he got older his temper became increasingly violent. His need for chaos and havoc grew. All up until one day he decided the best way to take the edge off his shoulders was to become a wrestler.
Here he'd be able to torture, hurt, punish as much as he'd always wish. As he had always dreamed. No matter what he did though, the bullsh!t seemed to follow him. He began to hear voices running rampant in his head until he just couldn't take it anymore. So he threw himself off a bridge...he looks up. And became me. Now I am beginning to see it all over again. The pointing fingers, the taunting, the bullsh!t. It makes my blood boil and rise and it has risen so hight THAT NO ONE IS SAFE from my wrath. NO ONE can intimidate me. So the moment the time arises that a person is signed to face me in a match THAT PERSON OR PERSONS BECOMES CURSED! Because they are soon to enter the demon's lair.
This week in POW that very fate awaits two sad victims. President Pliskin and Reggie Star. I always had a decrepit hatred for presidents. I don't know why but it was always an itch I just had to scratch. It's and itch so bad that it leaves a nasty rash. Presidents scheme, plot and rise to power climbing on the backs of others and they only care about themselves. I'M THE SCHEMER, I AM THE PLOTTER. Don't you understand you are walking into MY WORLD. I don't climb on the backs of others I STAB OTHERS IN THE BACK!. I BREAK OTHER'S BACKS. Neither President Pliskin or his CIA have any power when they step into the pits of the demon's lair. Because it becomes too dark to understand whats going on. The walls will enclose on them. They will began to suffocate at the decaying rotting smell of their own dead flesh as I eat away at their souls.
Reggie Starr you are a terrible terrible lost individual. You foolishly wondered around and found yourself lost. Then you ventured foolishly into the bloody embrace of Oni. The count down to the match has started and you will slowly feel the squeeze of the danger you have gotten yourself into. Fear will overtake your body. You will become anxious and nauseated. Every little sound will cause you to nearly jump out of your skin. That's OK because Oni will make you feel comfortable. Oni will make the fears go away. Then when you feel at peace again and I have drawn you in, YOU WILL BE CURSED! along with President Pliskin. The clock is ticking. The seconds, minutes and house are call becoming few. Those aren't butterflies in your stomachs gentlemen. They are the worms, snakes and other creepy crawlies under Oni's power slithering around inside of you. They are guiding your steps to total damnation.
Oni begins to laugh again as the camera zooms down to the tomb from before. On it reads "Brian Lee Sept 10, 1978 - Jun 8, 2007". Oni's laughter becomes increasingly louder as the scene begins to fade out.
Oni:laughing Pathetic idiots. What the hell has this world been reduced to. Better yet what have I been reduced to. The status of a freaking loser in POW.
He closes his eyes whilst clutching his face in his hand. His breathing becomes fast as he begins to tell a story.
You know I knew a kid a long time ago. Use to sit in the back of the classroom. Real quiet guy, didn't bother anyone.That's where the problem lies. He didn't bother anyone but everyone bothered him. Always taunting, picking, pointing the finger. It didn't stop there because the same thing went on when he got home from school That kid he became angry, he became violent. So angry that'd he'd mutilate animals. Torturing them in the worse ways possible. He'd dream crimson red dreams of ruining the world. And as he got older his temper became increasingly violent. His need for chaos and havoc grew. All up until one day he decided the best way to take the edge off his shoulders was to become a wrestler.
Here he'd be able to torture, hurt, punish as much as he'd always wish. As he had always dreamed. No matter what he did though, the bullsh!t seemed to follow him. He began to hear voices running rampant in his head until he just couldn't take it anymore. So he threw himself off a bridge...he looks up. And became me. Now I am beginning to see it all over again. The pointing fingers, the taunting, the bullsh!t. It makes my blood boil and rise and it has risen so hight THAT NO ONE IS SAFE from my wrath. NO ONE can intimidate me. So the moment the time arises that a person is signed to face me in a match THAT PERSON OR PERSONS BECOMES CURSED! Because they are soon to enter the demon's lair.
This week in POW that very fate awaits two sad victims. President Pliskin and Reggie Star. I always had a decrepit hatred for presidents. I don't know why but it was always an itch I just had to scratch. It's and itch so bad that it leaves a nasty rash. Presidents scheme, plot and rise to power climbing on the backs of others and they only care about themselves. I'M THE SCHEMER, I AM THE PLOTTER. Don't you understand you are walking into MY WORLD. I don't climb on the backs of others I STAB OTHERS IN THE BACK!. I BREAK OTHER'S BACKS. Neither President Pliskin or his CIA have any power when they step into the pits of the demon's lair. Because it becomes too dark to understand whats going on. The walls will enclose on them. They will began to suffocate at the decaying rotting smell of their own dead flesh as I eat away at their souls.
Reggie Starr you are a terrible terrible lost individual. You foolishly wondered around and found yourself lost. Then you ventured foolishly into the bloody embrace of Oni. The count down to the match has started and you will slowly feel the squeeze of the danger you have gotten yourself into. Fear will overtake your body. You will become anxious and nauseated. Every little sound will cause you to nearly jump out of your skin. That's OK because Oni will make you feel comfortable. Oni will make the fears go away. Then when you feel at peace again and I have drawn you in, YOU WILL BE CURSED! along with President Pliskin. The clock is ticking. The seconds, minutes and house are call becoming few. Those aren't butterflies in your stomachs gentlemen. They are the worms, snakes and other creepy crawlies under Oni's power slithering around inside of you. They are guiding your steps to total damnation.
Oni begins to laugh again as the camera zooms down to the tomb from before. On it reads "Brian Lee Sept 10, 1978 - Jun 8, 2007". Oni's laughter becomes increasingly louder as the scene begins to fade out.