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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 19 2005, 11:05 AM (56 Views) | |
| Samoan | Mar 19 2005, 11:05 AM Post #1 |
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"Dear...sweet...Keeennneeedy." Bright white lights, dark red paint, and speckles of empty blackness fill the screen. Standing in a vacant hallway, we find Swytch by himself. His eyes aren't focused on the camera's lens, however. Instead they're looking down toward the floor off camera. His upper body moves much like it would if he were to kick something, in fact it's because he did kick something. That something begins to groan in pain and gets another kick from Swytch. Swytch: It's been a rough two weeks for you, hasn't it? His eyes move up from the floor to the camera. The deadness in his eyes swallowing all the light around them. His lips begin to part and his breath almost hisses out over his teeth. Swytch: First falling at my hands and the next week at your ex-lover's. Tilting his head slightly, his lips float into a grin. His white teeth baring slightly, contrasting with the red tint on his face. His tongue snakes out, flipping almost serpeant like over his lips before he draws it back in. Swytch: But that isn't what I have on my mind. This goes back farther than two weeks. Remember it, Maclay? The playful grin once playing with Swytch's lips is beaten back by a hideous snarl. His teeth are bared fully like a rabid dog's. Swytch: Nearly four months ago, Maclay...you lost to me and in a childish tantrum you saw fit to beat me with a chair. Have the clouds in your mind parted yet? Vendetta, Maclay...YOU BEAT ME LIKE A DOG... He takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes as he does. Swytch's eyelids peel open, exuding an eerie calm to them after his little outburst. Swytch: ...because you couldn't beat me fair. And then...oh how this gets better...you had the audacity to BITCH about Vinj breaking the rules. Ironic, don’t you think. His calm and relaxation bring back that insane grin of his. The corner of his lips curled upward as his canines press sharply into his bottom lip. Swytch: The irony, Maclay, is that you admonish me for being crazy and a monster and sick. And you? You're no better than me. I know your past, Maclay...Wiggum. You used to be crazy, didn't you. You went soft, got weak, but you've found your way again, haven't you. I've seen the insanity in your eyes when you feel that cold steel in the grip of your flesh. CLAP!! Swytch's hands meet in front of his face with...a loud clap, as indicated above. He rubs his palms together, breathing in with a hiss as he does. He pulls his hands apart, lowering them back to his side. Swytch: You could say we're two of a kind, Maclay. What was it your dear ex said to me? Birds of a feather? Oddly fitting here, wouldn't you say? Just a couple of monsters, huh Maclay. You swing a chair, I swing a chair. You cheat to win...I...well I don't. Swytch tilts his head slightly, looking back off camera. He grins slightly, then looks up again. Swytch: I know what you want, Maclay. You'd do anything to win. It's a good feeling, isn't it? Beating somebody, having your arm raised in victory, being able to hold that fact over them until they beat you...if they ever do. I bet you're itching for that match coming at Anarchy in the UK. The chance to not only beat Hype, but Kennedy too. And what a nice little bonus to get a shot at the Dual Crown. Narrowing his eyes so his red orbs are peeking through the slits created by his eyelids, Swytch's brow furrows slightly as the anger grows on his face. Swytch: Funny how that works, isn't it. Hype lost to Vinj and found himself in a title match. Vinj, well Vinj hasn't been himself lately and he still managed to leech his way into that match. And Kennedy? Is that what it takes to earn a shot at the top? GETTING YOUR GOD DAMNED SKULL CRAMMED INTO THE FUCKING CONCRETE?! I'm sick of this. I'm sick of beating all the supposed contenders for the Dual Crown AND STILL GETTING SCREWED OVER!! I'M TIRED OF A WORTHLESS ASSKISS LIKE JIM O'BRIEN HOLDING WHAT SHOULD BE MINE!! Swytch's eyes go wide as he seethes with anger, his breath and spit jumping off his tongue. Swytch: Sick and tired, Maclay. How much longer is it going to take? How many more people do I have to beat?...or is it that? Do I just start getting beat to find myself with their opportunities? Maybe if I lose to you, Maclay, MADison will finally give me a Dual Crown match. His anger subsiding, Swytch's throat heaves forth a sickening fit of laughter. His body shakes and twitches with his ever growing maniacal giggling. Swytch shakes his head from side to side, bringing his giggling down to a minimum. Swytch: Nooo, nooo, nooo. That would just be too easy. I have an idea, Maclay. The same idea I've had since I KILLED TIER! Me, not MADison. TNT is full of the useless and talentless garbage you'd expect to find on Slam!. I am truly shocked that MADison would let a hack like Jim O'Brien be the Dual Crown champion when he'd be a second rate Extreme Chaos Champion on Slam! at best. Swytch grins widely. Swytch: Gutless and scared, Vinj, Kennedy, Hype, even you Maclay. None of you ever want to see your name next to mine. And the sad thing is Kennedy is the only one to actually stand up against me while the rest of you cower in the dark huddling with your favorite plush toy. For what it's worth, Kennedy, you've earned a psychopath's respect...but cross me again and you'll find yourself worse off than your head spiked into the concrete. A low groan filters in from off camera, but Swytch doesn't acknowledge it. Swytch: Hehehehehe. How about that, Maclay. A woman, your own ex has more courage than you. Tell me...do you think this time around you can face me without using a chair? I'll be here, Maclay. Whenever you're ready to come out and play. The low groans become louder and harder for Swytch to ignore. His face contorts again in anger as he moves around in front of the camera, kicking away at something. His flailing arm knicks the camera, knocking it over and sending the feed to a scramble only to come back. It's magic eye picks up the tiled floor, a small river of blood, and an unconscious cameraman. The static begins to cut in again eventually taking over the picture. |
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