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War
Topic Started: Feb 11 2005, 12:24 AM (57 Views)
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“War”

Silent Rage’s face encompasses the screen. His stubble is dirty, long, and almost a full beard. His not so freshly shaven head appears still shows a couple of short scars, most likely from childhood, as he gazes into the camera lens.

Rage: Transformations can be made, from everyday life. He continues, his methodical, paced tone, something we’ve not heard form him recently. The normal, hardworking man, when confronted with a choice, life, or death, suddenly becomes a simple choice, and a normal person, normal in as many ways as can be construed as being “normal”, becomes an inhuman, merciless, crazed, killing machine. War, has no honor, no glory, despite what film’s you watch are trying to make you think.

The camera pans out gradually, revealing Rage’s upper torso, and noticing his animation more and more.

Rage: Last Sunday was war, in alot of the incarnations of the word. A merciless battleground of brutality, men, fighting because they HAD to, to survive. Brighty, did not WANT to be fighting for The UEC, but he had to, to survive.

Brighty goes to turn away from his downed adversary, ONLY TO HAVE SWYTCH’S KNEE PUSH HIS CHAIR RIGHT INTO HIS FACE!!! SWYTCH THEN CONTINUES TO ROTATE AROUND AND LOCKS BRIGHTY’S ARM UP, FORCING IN A TRIANGLE CHOKE!!!

Rage: He fought, he went down, like so many do…..

Rage then looks behind him, then looks back to Swytch, THEN DRAGON SUPLEXES HIM OFF THE TURNBUCKLE AND LANDS HIMS HALF WAY ACROSS THE OTHER SIDE OF THE RING RIGHT ON THE BRIDGE OF HIS NECK!!! THE FANS GO MENTAL!!!

Swytch half opens the chair and plants it on Brad as he brings him up to his feet. Swytch then hooks Brad in a chicken wing, throws brad into the air, AND FIRES HIM BACK DOWN INTO THE CANVAS WITH A DOUBLE UNDERHOOK SIT-OUT POWERBOMB!!! The chair JAMS itself into Brad’s neck as both objects hit the canvas with an incredible ‘bleactsshh!’

Rage and Brad continue on the assault until-BRAD KNOCKS RAGE OUT WITH A CHAIR SHOT! NO!! Rage ducks and collapses Brads abdomen over the end of his chair! Rage the approaches Brad bent body from behind and lifts him over his head and dumps him on his head with a MURDER BACK DROP!! NOOO!!!! Brad flips out of the manoeuvre and counters with a

TM: SAITO SUPLEX OF HIS OWN ONTO THE STEEL TABLEEEEEEAAAAAAAHH!!!!


Rage: But then, when it’s all said and done…

Swytch then kicks Rage out of the ring and approaches the barely conscious Brighty. Swtych then proceeds to bash the CRAP out of the from Slam! World Champion with a steel chair! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Swytch works up and down his body; bits of blood and sweat being lifted up with the chair as he gains momentum for his down swing!

Rage: Swytch won the war….no honor, no glory, he probably shit blood for the next 3 days. What did he win? A prize he doesn’t want? Pfft, fuckin great. But see, I’m not in a war. I wouldn’t allow myself to be involved, in such an…..incontrollable act. See, I’m in control of what I want, my objective, and the others around me in this match will not stray my gaze.

Rage moves forward, walking towards the camera a little.

Rage: See Jim O’Brien, it may be another shitty tag team match, but it’s all a warm up. It’s all a readying process, for what will be, me, and you, one on one. Don’t concern yourself with a loser like Elrick. You might want to top up your title reign with wins, before you face the man to beat you, but make it quick. Don’t concern yourself with the man currently in possession of The Number One Contendership, Bradley Johnson.

Rage pauses, and cocks his head to one side.

Rage: Johnson, you, as I, had other things on your mind last Sunday, that’s excusable, Rage paces forward suddenly, peering into the camera lens, CLOSE-up, but when you challenge my destiny, you challenge everything that I stand for. You challenge everything that my LIFE rests upon. You have an opportunity, at this moment, I do not. You WILL NOT take that opportunity, Jim wouldn’t let it happen.

Rage stares at the camera, and backs away slowly.

Rage: And cut it off.

Cameraman: Thanks a lot.

The intensity drops out of Rage’s face, and he lets out a harsh sounding cough, covering his mouth...slightly. He walks towards the back of the room, as the camerman sets the camera down on a surface. Rage reaches down into a bag, and takes out a glass bottle, and takes a swig from it. He lets out a nasty sounding cough again, and leans on the wall. The camera feed then cuts to……..black.
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