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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 21 2005, 11:53 PM (56 Views) | |
| A_d | Jan 21 2005, 11:53 PM Post #1 |
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“For fucks sake!” Not the usual opening, no. We’re in a locker-room, floor is wet, showers are going, probably, we can’t hear much. Silent Rage marches into full view of the camera from a conveniently placed opening to the left hand side. He wears, well, not a lot. Black Training shorts, and black feet cover thingy’s, like kickboxers wear. I don’t know the fekkin name for ‘em. Rage: Does Madison have no imagination? Did she spunk all her brains up the wall when she smoked weed once in college because “it was the cool thing to do”. Rage’s sarcastic demeanour, and of course mock “quotation marks” tell us he’s not happy. Rage: Silent Rage and Fozzy McQueen vs Jim O’Brien and Bradley Johnson. Fuckin great. Rage throws out his arms horizontally, in a “what the hell am I supposed to do with that?” gesture. Huh, well, what the fuck is that? That’s not the match I wanted, was it Maddy? No, it wasn’t. Jim’s there, I suppose, that’s scant consolation though. Rage takes a seat on the bench, and looks down at the floor. Rage: I have no desire to fight any motherfucker, except Jim O’Brien. I have no desire to fight Bradley Johnson. I’ve fought him before Madison, watch your TNT archive tapes. I’ve beat him before. I’ve near crippled him before. I’ve put him in hospital before. Some say I set him onto the successful road that he is on now, but I. Do. Not. Give. A. Fuck. Rage rips off his first foot thingy, and then his second, and slouches forward, shoulders hunched, in what seems to be becoming a familiar pose. Rage: I tried, I really fuckin tried to get motivated for this. I put half my gear on, but I can’t do it.He sighs, and looks knowingly at the camera. I know, when the time comes, I’ll be ready, training or no training. It’s my destiny, and therefore, it’s my destiny to see my way through Jim and Brad this week. It’ll happen, don’t even begin to think it won’t boys. Jim knows it, and he wants it to happen, he KNOWS it’s going to happen. Rage sits back, a slight smirk adorn his face, that of confidence, of faith. Rage: Jim knows it. Pause I’m out of here. Rage quickly stands, and walks back from wence he came. We fade. |
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