Post by silvus on Feb 16, 2009 12:49:18 GMT -6
The scene opens up with Azrael resting silently against a post, in a none descript street, his mask is laying on the floor next to him but his hair is covering his face completely and he can be heard starting to laugh, it slowly builds up into a hysterical laugh before dying out quickly.
Azrael: My hands... it was all on my hands was it, the loss you took was because of me, and for some reason you have this half brained idea that I actually care. Emokid, you want to talk about not having time for screw ups you want to tell me to shape up yet from what I remember and from what I can tell every match we’ve faced off in has resulted in you flat on your back losing in one form or another. Your half brained self inflated ego seems to make you think that you are the big bad in this company that we should all stand back and bow down to your lack of skill. You have this half brained conceptual belief that you actually turn heads in this business when you’ve yet to make a mark against those you’re challenging. This coming show I can promise everyone that I will be at that show, I can promise you Emokid that I will not mess up against Alternate Life Styles when I face them on my own.
You see Alternate Life Styles, because of some idiot in the management section decided to strip me of my title shot unless I can prove my worth once again, and you see guys, I will when I face you alone when I come to that ring and beat you both to within an inch of your life, in a sense that you would of received had I decided to get serious. But that doesn’t matter it sees that now you two have made me angry, in the sense I have to destroy you two before I can move any further on and continue with my life, and by destroying you I need to make you disappear to go away permanently. Just so you become a bad memory to all the fans. Your careers have ended Skip and Scotty, and in ending your careers I will make everyone regret the idea of using me to entertain in a way I dislike.
So Emokid is sickened by me, he feels that he is above me in everything and yet has failed on all accounts to rise more than knee high against me. He believes he has become a name that demands we bow to his abilities though he has yet to back up anything he has said. Oh but he dreams of doing things to me that will put him in jail, and he thinks he will survive the process, Emokid, if I was you I would hold your tongue I would keep it stabled shut or whatever else you do to keep yourself from signing your own death warrant. You see you may dream of killing me, but you’re a weakling, a runt who could not be capable of killing, after all you’re the boy who was forced to smoke marijuana weren’t you in your nasty days by your uncle. Whilst me I’m the kid who was put away for the sudden and bloody disappearance of his parents, you see Kid you may dream of killing me but to me I don’t dream these things, I find it very easy to inflict pain on someone to control my actions so as not to kill some one... by accident. Now you’ve made it known you feel yourself capable of killing me, Kid, but what I’m capable of doing will put you in a state of rage, it will make you lash out uncontrollably and with little or no control of your actions. I can make you so angry and so sad that you’ll regret you ever decided to get into a blood feud with me and you’re going to learn this Kid.
The hard way if need be, so if you feel yourself tough enough to beat me then please come down to the ring after my match and we will tangle, I’ll give the audience what they were supposed to see at no holds barred, then for a special treat I’ll make your life a misery.
Azrael gets up to walk away and stop before he moves any further he turns to the camera.
Azrael: Oh and Emokid... How’s Hannah.
An evil smile can be seen just made out behind the hair, and he turns around and walks away.
Azrael: My hands... it was all on my hands was it, the loss you took was because of me, and for some reason you have this half brained idea that I actually care. Emokid, you want to talk about not having time for screw ups you want to tell me to shape up yet from what I remember and from what I can tell every match we’ve faced off in has resulted in you flat on your back losing in one form or another. Your half brained self inflated ego seems to make you think that you are the big bad in this company that we should all stand back and bow down to your lack of skill. You have this half brained conceptual belief that you actually turn heads in this business when you’ve yet to make a mark against those you’re challenging. This coming show I can promise everyone that I will be at that show, I can promise you Emokid that I will not mess up against Alternate Life Styles when I face them on my own.
You see Alternate Life Styles, because of some idiot in the management section decided to strip me of my title shot unless I can prove my worth once again, and you see guys, I will when I face you alone when I come to that ring and beat you both to within an inch of your life, in a sense that you would of received had I decided to get serious. But that doesn’t matter it sees that now you two have made me angry, in the sense I have to destroy you two before I can move any further on and continue with my life, and by destroying you I need to make you disappear to go away permanently. Just so you become a bad memory to all the fans. Your careers have ended Skip and Scotty, and in ending your careers I will make everyone regret the idea of using me to entertain in a way I dislike.
So Emokid is sickened by me, he feels that he is above me in everything and yet has failed on all accounts to rise more than knee high against me. He believes he has become a name that demands we bow to his abilities though he has yet to back up anything he has said. Oh but he dreams of doing things to me that will put him in jail, and he thinks he will survive the process, Emokid, if I was you I would hold your tongue I would keep it stabled shut or whatever else you do to keep yourself from signing your own death warrant. You see you may dream of killing me, but you’re a weakling, a runt who could not be capable of killing, after all you’re the boy who was forced to smoke marijuana weren’t you in your nasty days by your uncle. Whilst me I’m the kid who was put away for the sudden and bloody disappearance of his parents, you see Kid you may dream of killing me but to me I don’t dream these things, I find it very easy to inflict pain on someone to control my actions so as not to kill some one... by accident. Now you’ve made it known you feel yourself capable of killing me, Kid, but what I’m capable of doing will put you in a state of rage, it will make you lash out uncontrollably and with little or no control of your actions. I can make you so angry and so sad that you’ll regret you ever decided to get into a blood feud with me and you’re going to learn this Kid.
The hard way if need be, so if you feel yourself tough enough to beat me then please come down to the ring after my match and we will tangle, I’ll give the audience what they were supposed to see at no holds barred, then for a special treat I’ll make your life a misery.
Azrael gets up to walk away and stop before he moves any further he turns to the camera.
Azrael: Oh and Emokid... How’s Hannah.
An evil smile can be seen just made out behind the hair, and he turns around and walks away.
