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| Tempting The Devil; Drowning the Saint [Roy MAVERICK] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 25 2011, 01:54 PM (45 Views) | |
| That Darn Seph | Oct 25 2011, 01:54 PM Post #1 |
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"Destiny. A man's path is not set, the future is not predetermined. Nor is this man's future, he is the last Harlowe...he is the heir to the throne, he is...the Man they call Maverick."[/color] A dark room with a single candle stands lit. Roy: "Damien Holburn...Damien Holburn, the name sickens me. It's like you've got your hands laced across the inside of my throat and your dragging a key up and down my vocal chords in a tug of war with my stomach to hold my lunch. I despise you, and I can't stand it any longer. It must be set in stone, it must be determined in front of God and all of his chosen children. The ascended race desires a leader, and they demand a conqueror who can be seen as a true GREAT. No, I'm not talking about that Malevolent GREATER system that creates thieves and liars...no...I'm talking about the bond of trust." He clasps his hands tight, feeling the grip of his tape tightening around his nimble wrist. Roy: "The world has waited too long, and for too long you've been claiming to be undisputed Damien Holy Liar. You're a fraud, you're the most disputed man in FIW...you're what the modern man fears. You're...average. You don't have what it takes to really make it in this industry, you don't got the bal...guts. Yes, that's more appropriate. Why call your testicular fortitude into this? You're obviously a man, I mean...unless you've been under the knife...It's okay, I won't think any less of you." You big hermaphrodite you. Roy: "But me? I wish to unify my FIGHTING SPIRIT with the UIC title, forever changing it's name to what it deserves to be called. Do you remember what I called it Damien? Is your memory as sharp as mine? Or are you lost in the lunacy fringe of the sound effects and over dramatics. Have the lights gotten to you Damien? Have you lost your edge? You don't shine as bright as you used to...you could use a fresh coat of paint you olive drab. Look at me, mentioning paint...Have I become my brother?" Who? Christian Cruz? The thief himself? Roy: "No...I'm nowhere near as wise as my former hood." Does he mean Krychek? Roy: "But I do miss the bond...the bond of loyalty...the bond of trust...the bond we held with our BLOOD! The TRUE members of BIG BROTHER." He must be talking about Brotherhood. Roy: "But you wouldn't know what it means to play by the rules, would you Damien? Wasn't it you that broke your spirit and caved into the will of Sammy The mere BUM?" Yeah, you remember cracking Johnny? Roy: "I watched you frail and weak scamper to the crumpets he spread across the trail and I pitied you. Much like I pity you now you weak fool. You're NOTHING. You haven't the moral compass or fiber to stand across the ring from me, let alone lace my jock strap." He looks down to his hand and opens it wide gazing deep into his palm. Roy: "You should just spray paint a Coca Cola can GOLD for all I care, you're not worthy of carrying that title anymore. The weight of it has gone to your head, and I can see your foundation cracking. The party is over Damien, it's time to put you down boy...you yellow dog." He wraps his hand across the back of his neck. Roy: "Feel the rope begin to tighten, lose the feeling in your leg. Yes...I remember you...I remember you well my passenger." Brother? Roy: "You're not good enough to have been born Damien, what chance do you have to stand against me? You may have won a few matches here and there...but can you best me? Is it a matter of opinion or integrity? Do you really think you can overcome a man who sits to inherit the throne? Your time has come to be thrown to the wolf Damien...and this beast feasts upon your back...you yellow bellied puppy." He clenches his neck tightly and begins to strangle himself with one hand. Autoerotic asphyxiation anyone? Roy: "YOU'RE WEAK, YOUR NOT FIT TO BREATHE IN THE SAME WORLD AS ME ANYMORE DAMIEN, IT'S DINNER TIME POOCHIE." He grins and stops his strangling. Roy: "The strangler wouldn't have killed all those people had the Axe Murderers not made fun of him." His grin fades and the scene fades to black. END |
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