Post by chrisnorth on Aug 28, 2006 2:04:03 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry no Color it's late and I'm tired...
“You aren’t running… You should be running… Why do you not run? Are you no longer scared of me boy? Is that what it is you’re not scared of the fate that lies ahead of you child?”
[You’re eyes shoot open as if they were pulled by a young child, yet you find yourself still feeling as if your eyes are closed tightly. The words that were uttered just moments before have still not left your mind. And you find yourself turning first to your left and then to your right and then in a full circle in a vain attempt to find any exit or any oulet from within the darkness. You know you should run, you know you should run far, far away, but your feet feel as if they are tied to concrete blocks and your body feels as if it alone weighs a ton. You stand frozen in your own fear and pity. The voice once more echoes deep in your ears..]
“You do not run from me why? Do you not run from me out of pure fear? Do you not run from me out of hatred? Perhaps you do not run from because you enjoy my touch much as you enjoy hers Chris..”
[What the voice it knew my name.. How… Suddenly the voice once more speaks from within the darkness this time it sounds as if it is a young child..]
“What’s wrong Mr? Are you…”
[The voice now changes back to the deep, quiet, soft voice you heard from earlier..]
“Afraid of the dark…”
“No… No.. NO!!!! Who are you and why have you brought me here?”
“Ah my child you have gained not only stupidity but the flow of courage through your veins no?”
[Suddenly a small light begins to shed a soft, amber like glow upon your surroundings as you find yourself standing dead center of your own bedroom. Your wife she still lies next to asleep. However, you have arose coated in a sea of nothing but pure sweat soaking not only the white t-shirt that you wear but also your sheets and pillow cases as well. Your eyes dart quickly back and forth before finding that there is no one about.. Once more darkness engulfs the room and once more the voice speaks..]
“Light, its nature’s way of allowing a race to put labels upon one another wouldn’t you agree?”
[This time your mind finally pulls itself together as you realize the voice is not of anyone but yourself..]
“What… What is going on.. Who are you?”
“Oh come on Chris you know who I am.. You have resisted me for now on seven years… You remember how much fun we used to have back in the old days right? You remember the blood shed and havoc at your very hands right?”
“That was then this is now, I’m past that I’m a civilized man…I have a wife and kids now…”
“O wow, So what you’re telling me Chris is that the monster has died? HA! That’s funny I know that you were laying there just now I know your thoughts Chris remember…”
[Slowly, quietly, I exited the bed why had this voice once more made its presence felt? Why after seven years had it came back once more to remind me of a past I buried?]
“Chris, come on now you can’t say you don’t remember the gold old days now can you? I mean think back to the barbwire and blood filled days..”
“Would you shut up please? I told you I don’t do that anymore.. I’m a civilized man and I’ve got a civilized match with two civilized human beings..”
“Chris.. Seriously do you think that these two “humans” as you call them are going to spare your blood if they get a chance..”
[The voice had made his point clear.. I had to revert.. I had to hunger again, but how? Why? Could it be done? I now found myself in the bathroom staring at my own face in the mirror.. The scars underneath my eyes reminding me of days long gone by.. The pictures in the corner of the mirror of my face covered by a crimson mask and my first title in my grasp. Suddenly I realized that I had to do something.. I had to first and foremost become myself..]
“You know, you’re right.. They wouldn’t spare me so why? Why should I spare them the pain and agony of their blood spilling from their every open pour?”
“Ahhhh, see now.. Now you’re talking my language.. My work here is done…”
“WCF, Seth Lerch, Torture, be you from this point till the day you close your beady little eyes and release from your pitiful, wretched, pain staked bodies the very last breath that you will ever take warned. Be you forever more from this day forward warned that a new day has dawned and a new era has moved in.. “
“Torture, I understand that you.. You are undefeated and the current WCF World Heavyweight Champion.. Well boy.. Titles they don’t mean shit and records well my friend like rules they are set and they are put in front of every man that walks that ramp every week to be broken.. Your time Torture.. Well lets just say it’s ticking away. Ticking ever so slowly away just like the seconds on a time bomb and you do know what happens when that clock strikes zero right?”
“Now Seth, I know you run this company and I know Torture’s lips well lets just say they’re not exactly removable from your supposed man sized prick for more than a total of two seconds. So I don’t expect you to throw me into the world title mix right away and give me the champion in the center of the WCF ring. However, what I do want from you and from the hoover vacuum is for the vacuum to know this one thing. Though you walk through the valley of death and you fear no evil, courage is the one that that has killed many a man, and you, my child, record and all, will just come tumbling down like the baby's cradle perched upon the broken bow.
“Three men shall enter and only one shall leave, those my dear are the rules of engagement for my perhaps not so star studded return to the ring against a man who has taken the name of a not so powerful element of nature that does nothing more than wake up small children in the middle of the night and send them crying to their mothers. Kind of like a man we all know all to well, a man who was one time owner of Neverland Ranch, but Thunder we will leave that stone unturned my friend for here is neither the place nor the time..”
“However, as for both of my opponents I issue you this and only this one warning.. If you fail to preapre then you prepare to fail. Take it to heart, to school, or hell to your local porn store eiher way I want you to think about it… Think long and hard and then get back to me..”
[With that I found myself once more slipping into the darkness that I had been greeted by just moments earlier…]
“You aren’t running… You should be running… Why do you not run? Are you no longer scared of me boy? Is that what it is you’re not scared of the fate that lies ahead of you child?”
[You’re eyes shoot open as if they were pulled by a young child, yet you find yourself still feeling as if your eyes are closed tightly. The words that were uttered just moments before have still not left your mind. And you find yourself turning first to your left and then to your right and then in a full circle in a vain attempt to find any exit or any oulet from within the darkness. You know you should run, you know you should run far, far away, but your feet feel as if they are tied to concrete blocks and your body feels as if it alone weighs a ton. You stand frozen in your own fear and pity. The voice once more echoes deep in your ears..]
“You do not run from me why? Do you not run from me out of pure fear? Do you not run from me out of hatred? Perhaps you do not run from because you enjoy my touch much as you enjoy hers Chris..”
[What the voice it knew my name.. How… Suddenly the voice once more speaks from within the darkness this time it sounds as if it is a young child..]
“What’s wrong Mr? Are you…”
[The voice now changes back to the deep, quiet, soft voice you heard from earlier..]
“Afraid of the dark…”
“No… No.. NO!!!! Who are you and why have you brought me here?”
“Ah my child you have gained not only stupidity but the flow of courage through your veins no?”
[Suddenly a small light begins to shed a soft, amber like glow upon your surroundings as you find yourself standing dead center of your own bedroom. Your wife she still lies next to asleep. However, you have arose coated in a sea of nothing but pure sweat soaking not only the white t-shirt that you wear but also your sheets and pillow cases as well. Your eyes dart quickly back and forth before finding that there is no one about.. Once more darkness engulfs the room and once more the voice speaks..]
“Light, its nature’s way of allowing a race to put labels upon one another wouldn’t you agree?”
[This time your mind finally pulls itself together as you realize the voice is not of anyone but yourself..]
“What… What is going on.. Who are you?”
“Oh come on Chris you know who I am.. You have resisted me for now on seven years… You remember how much fun we used to have back in the old days right? You remember the blood shed and havoc at your very hands right?”
“That was then this is now, I’m past that I’m a civilized man…I have a wife and kids now…”
“O wow, So what you’re telling me Chris is that the monster has died? HA! That’s funny I know that you were laying there just now I know your thoughts Chris remember…”
[Slowly, quietly, I exited the bed why had this voice once more made its presence felt? Why after seven years had it came back once more to remind me of a past I buried?]
“Chris, come on now you can’t say you don’t remember the gold old days now can you? I mean think back to the barbwire and blood filled days..”
“Would you shut up please? I told you I don’t do that anymore.. I’m a civilized man and I’ve got a civilized match with two civilized human beings..”
“Chris.. Seriously do you think that these two “humans” as you call them are going to spare your blood if they get a chance..”
[The voice had made his point clear.. I had to revert.. I had to hunger again, but how? Why? Could it be done? I now found myself in the bathroom staring at my own face in the mirror.. The scars underneath my eyes reminding me of days long gone by.. The pictures in the corner of the mirror of my face covered by a crimson mask and my first title in my grasp. Suddenly I realized that I had to do something.. I had to first and foremost become myself..]
“You know, you’re right.. They wouldn’t spare me so why? Why should I spare them the pain and agony of their blood spilling from their every open pour?”
“Ahhhh, see now.. Now you’re talking my language.. My work here is done…”
“WCF, Seth Lerch, Torture, be you from this point till the day you close your beady little eyes and release from your pitiful, wretched, pain staked bodies the very last breath that you will ever take warned. Be you forever more from this day forward warned that a new day has dawned and a new era has moved in.. “
“Torture, I understand that you.. You are undefeated and the current WCF World Heavyweight Champion.. Well boy.. Titles they don’t mean shit and records well my friend like rules they are set and they are put in front of every man that walks that ramp every week to be broken.. Your time Torture.. Well lets just say it’s ticking away. Ticking ever so slowly away just like the seconds on a time bomb and you do know what happens when that clock strikes zero right?”
“Now Seth, I know you run this company and I know Torture’s lips well lets just say they’re not exactly removable from your supposed man sized prick for more than a total of two seconds. So I don’t expect you to throw me into the world title mix right away and give me the champion in the center of the WCF ring. However, what I do want from you and from the hoover vacuum is for the vacuum to know this one thing. Though you walk through the valley of death and you fear no evil, courage is the one that that has killed many a man, and you, my child, record and all, will just come tumbling down like the baby's cradle perched upon the broken bow.
“Three men shall enter and only one shall leave, those my dear are the rules of engagement for my perhaps not so star studded return to the ring against a man who has taken the name of a not so powerful element of nature that does nothing more than wake up small children in the middle of the night and send them crying to their mothers. Kind of like a man we all know all to well, a man who was one time owner of Neverland Ranch, but Thunder we will leave that stone unturned my friend for here is neither the place nor the time..”
“However, as for both of my opponents I issue you this and only this one warning.. If you fail to preapre then you prepare to fail. Take it to heart, to school, or hell to your local porn store eiher way I want you to think about it… Think long and hard and then get back to me..”
[With that I found myself once more slipping into the darkness that I had been greeted by just moments earlier…]
