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Post by emokid on Feb 16, 2009 12:03:41 GMT -6
(Emo kid sits in a corner, with his head down. There is no color in this scene. Emo kid wears a "Scary Kids, Scaring Kids" T-shirt, tight jeans, and checkered converses. He speaks with his head towards the ground.)
EMO KID: Azreal, last Saturday was on your hands. I did all the work, and I took the fall. You did absolutely nothing. I have no time for screw-ups, Azreal. I suggest you better shape up. Az, the last thing I want on my record, is a loss to a team that isn't even in my league, like the Alternative Lifestylers, while tagging with somebody who isn't in my league, like you. I took the brunt, the least you could do is take some of the blame. I admit it, I had some less than spectacular moments out there, but you stood on that apron like an idiot. I do not have the patience to put up with that kind of shit. It's damn immature, and you're too selfish to belong here.
You know who else is selfish? The fans. They cheered the Alternative Lifestylers when they pinned me, and you laughed at me. They tend to cheer for people, idiots, like you, Azreal. People that would rather mock the actual fighter, than the actual fighter himself. You sicken me, the Alternative Lifestylers sicken me, and the entire SNW Fanbase sickens me. Every single one of you are beneath me. You couldn't even tie my converses.
But, Azreal, it's not about them, it's still about you. I dream of all things I want to do to you. But, if I did them, I would go to jail, and you aren't even worth that kind of trouble. Azreal, if we ever meet, Emo Kid will reign supreme.
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