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| Walk Into the Light | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 4 2005, 06:28 AM (49 Views) | |
| Samoan | Apr 4 2005, 06:28 AM Post #1 |
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"They say just before you die, you see a white light." The blackness cracks, falling away and revealing a blinding whiteness. The pupil constricting glow is peeled apart by a crimson figure. The red bleeds into view giving us the disturbing delight of Swytch's features. Swytch: They lied. What you saw was the cold hard truth of the steel chair. Two times I have beaten you with a chair, Brighty. The first time I was...rewarded...for my efforts. The second time I did it, the reward was the pleasure I got listening to the sound of steel echoing in your skull. Last week was quite the interesting little turn, wasn't it. Yet again the cold hard truth made an appearance but this time, well this time was different. Instead of being attacked at my hands...you were saved. Swytch's neck muscles give and his head cocks liberally. His hair falls from his scalp and dangles in front of his red eyes. Swytch: I am your savior, Brighty, and at Anarchy in the UK, I will be the harbinger of pain and despair. Your fall will be complete. No longer will you sit atop the pedestal reserved for a two-time World Champion. Instead, you will fall mightily, plunging to the depths of the unknown...falling from grace. He throws his head back to get his hair out of his face. Lowering his head, his eyes slowly follow as his lips part and his hot breath leaks into the open air. Swytch: I hear the whispers. Into my dark corners their words trickle in. They tell me that weapons are legal. Amusement playfully tugs at the corner of his mouth, nearly giving birth to a grin. Swytch: Looks like I’m still Madison’s favorite to hate. She knows deep down in her little black hole of a heart that I refuse to engage in the use of weapons. So now that you have the advantage, does that mean you’ll be crowned the new champion? Again his lips twitch, this time forming into an unmistakable grin. Swytch: I’m sure by the time somebody beats me, Madison will have a glitzy new belt for them. He giggles to himself as he remembers the day he dumped the remains of the Ultimate Endurance Championship on Madison’s desk. Swytch: Or maybe she will just put the pieces back together of the one I desecrated. Yeeesss, desecrated just like your legacy will be. You have a choice, Brighty, a choice to be knocked out or the choice to tap out. Choose wisely, won’t you. Closing his eyes, Swytch lets his head loll about on his neck from side to side. With his head still swaying on his vertebrae, he cracks his lips open. Swytch: Myself? Well I’ve made my choice, Brighty. I refuse to give up. Let the pain course through my veins, let it rattle my bones, and let it twist my muscles into the impossible but I refuse to give up. You’re only hope is to knock me out. Can you do it? No, no, nooooo. I have a better idea. I challenge you to, Brighty. I challenge you to beat the consciousness from my body. The swaying stops as he lifts his head slightly and rolls his eyes up to look forward. Swytch: Beat the light out of my eyes, Brighty. Take me down the dark tunnel of violence and beat me into unconsciousness…if you can. I’d ask you to play, Brighty. I’d beg you to come out and play, but I already know you want to. You have more riding on the line. The legacy you’ve built so carefully is crumbling around you and you’ve so skillfully been putting the pieces back together. Moving his hands around in front of his face, Swytch mimics the manner in which you’d place bricks on top of each other to build a wall. He straightens and grins. Swytch: Here’s your big chance to return to the spotlight. Defeat the REAL monster of TNT and the world will be yours again…if you can pry it from my filthy hands. And if you can’t, Brighty… Throaty giggling drips from Swytch’s lips before he can finish the sentence. His head twitches with each giggle that pours out of his mouth. Swytch: …the last thing you will see is…red. The giggling returns in strong force as Swytch convulses delightfully. He throws his head back turning his giggles into a choking growl as we the scene fades to black. |
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