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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 19 2005, 09:43 PM (66 Views) | |
| Samoan | Feb 19 2005, 09:43 PM Post #1 |
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"How brazenly confident your tongue becomes..." Flickering in the darkness is a dull red glow. The dull red glow that often accompanies the sadistic stylings of Swytch. In his little room of horrors he stands, back turned to us, not caring to even bother looking our way. Swytch: ...when you don't find yourself in my presence. Slowly Swytch's head rotates. His red eyes peering eerily over his shoulder as his lips curl into a twisted grin of madness. Swytch: You seem to have gained some sense since last week. Turning his body to join his head in looking at us, something covers the chest and hands of Swytch. Ahh yes, something so familiar to him and us, that life giving liquid seemingly always spilled by his hands. Swytch: You've made up for that ridiculous tag team match you booked last week by making a fatal four way this week. But MADison, what have you done? Is it not bad enough that a useless waste like Bradley Johnson has a Dual Crown Championship match but you have to give the bottom of the barrel a taste too? Elrick finds himself with the opportunity of his lifetime. The chance to win a contendership HE HAS NOT EARNED! A most undeserved opportunity while there are those who have proved time and time AGAIN they are in the top tier of TNT. Yet here we are, again, letting Jim O'Brien skate by with an easy victory...or maybe not. Maybe Bradley Johnson will stick his nose in there, costing Jim the win and successfully delivering to Elrick something he DOES NOT DESERVE! Hanging his head, bobbing loosely on his shoulders, Swytch raises his hands to look at their crimson glazing. Swytch: And what of the current Dual Crown Champion. Has he proven his worth? Has he proven his worth by giving up to the lowest form...Viiiiiiinj. I could make the case, MADison, that my worth is through the roof. Vinj makes Jim give up...I OWN Vinj...but you still think I have to EARN what should already be MINE! Swytch slaps his hands together. A stinging clap echoes throughout the room, joined by a mist that wisps upward from Swytch's hands. He raises his head enough for his red eyes to gaze through his loose hanging locks. Swytch: Make me earn it, MADison. Haven't we played this game before? Seems it's coming full circle, wouldn't you say? To get what I want, I have to beat Kennedy, and Maclay, and Hype. Kennedy, Kennedy, Kennedy. Why is it you always find yourself in my way? You've impeded my path for entirely too long. From the night I held a knife to your throat, to you taking advantage of MADison's INCOMPETENT HELP last week. That's right, Kennedy. Are you proud? Proud that you took advantage of Tony Clarke's ineptitude? You didn't win last week, and more importantly, Kennedy, you didn't beat me. But I beat you. His eyes close as he inhales an orgasmic breath, his body shuddering in delight. Swytch brings his hands to his face, that sticky crimson love melting with the red lacquer plastered over his face. He runs his hands back through his hair. Swytch pulls his hands away, strands of the knotted raven twine entangled in his fingers. Thick inklings of red kroovy streak his features as he opens his eyes. Swytch: Beat like a dog, pissing all over. Shit on the rug, lay down and roll over. Shove your nose in the floor. Make you think about what you have DONE! His hands find their way to his chest. They slide through the red slick, his fingers leaving trails of bare flesh as their tips tickle the base of his throat. Swytch: And Maclaaay. Dear boy, have you lost your way? Once so high, fallen so far. I used to hate you Maclay, almost envy you. You had what I held so dear...had. Now you're not even the first in line for it. It burns, doesn't it? Burns your soul from the inside out. Waiting on the outside, waiting for your chance. The corner of Swytch's mouth slightly curls upward. Swytch: Just... like... me. We're not all that different, you and I. We have unfinished business with that steaming puke, VINJ. We have unfinished business with Kennedy. We have unfinished business with the Dual Crown. But there is ONE difference, Maclay. I don't pretend to be this way, it IS who I am. You, you parade around like a fool. You put on a good front for the mindless maggots and all for what? The affection of Kennedy. Ooohhh, she is a sight, Maclay. There was something erotic about choking the life out of her. Swytch takes in a lungful of oxygen, his chest expanding and heaving as he does so. He holds the breath for a second then lets it hiss from his mouth. Swytch: It gave me chills, Maclay. Swytch runs his hands over his chest, smearing the crimson love over himself. He pulls his hands away, gives them one good shake and sends a wash of fluid spattering on the floor. Swytch: Carlooooos... A low giggle comes from the depths of Swytch's insides. Swytch: Insignificant, am I? Better to be insignificant, than ignorant. Open your eyes, HYPE, or has your brain been battered that far beyond repair? I don't wear a mask to scare you... I don't wear a mask at all. But this...*Swytch gestures to his face paint*...nooo, this isn't here to intimidate you, HYPE. It's for you to remember. Because with this, nooo, you could never forget this. When you've been beaten to near insanity, your life dangling inches from your grasp, you'll remember the face of the man who put you in that position. You're beneath me, HYPE. Nearly as...insignificant...as Viiiiinj. Your saving grace thus far, HYPE...you have yet to cross me. Stay out of my way, HYPE...unless you want to come out and play. Swytch's mad giggling again fills our ears as we fade on his twisted, crimson face. |
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