Post by Chief Tom-O-Hawk on May 28, 2016 19:38:56 GMT -5
After the last few weeks, Freeze took it upon himself to relax a moment. Actually put onto the record player soothing sounds that bring him at peace. Upon finding the appropriate record, and placing it on the turntables, he takes the needle, bringing it to the vinyl surface. The sound comes through at 1500 watts of full volume.
"WHO THE FOCK SAID THAT! WHO'S THE SLIMY LITTLE COMMUNIST CRAP TWINKLE TOES GOATSUCKER THAT JUST SIGEND HIS DEATH WARRANT?!!"
And the sounds of marine corps senior drill instructor Hartman commence to go off. The obsenities nail everything from the tall to the small, from racial heritage to religious backgrounds, and the sounds relax Freezer Burn as he takes a seat into his leather recliner. Nothing was safe, not a name, not any place, not the skinny, not the fat, not the handsome, and not even the ugly. Nothing was spared from the massive onsault of drill instructors, and the sounds were appeasing to his ears.
Freeze takes account of recent events as he relaxes. The WCF imploded. The restructuring left a few competitors searching for the next meal tickets. Freezer Burn lost his guaranteed title shot, as it was one of the contracts Seth shredded. And new blood quickly filled the gaps left behind.
Seth's madness was quite amusing. Madness is addictive, and the voices become your reason. Anything away from that simple fact in itself becomes insanity in your mind. This was fun to watch, quite amusing to say the least. I look forward to seeing how Seth's growing madness will affect his job performance again. And he's only found the first step in madness. How amusing.
Captain WCF. Self proclaimed hero. This is gonna be fun, and not some day at the carnival of listening to three kids whine and complain about the things they don't get to ride. This is Disneyworld kinda fun, without that damned "It's a small world" song everythwere you go. Walt is lucky he is a dead man, otherwise somebody in today's world would find a brutal way to murder his ass on account of that one song.
"YOUR DAYS OF FINGERBANGING .. OLD MARY JANE ROTTENCROTCH .. THROUGH HER PERRTY PINK PANTIES.. ARE OVER!!"
Sounds to Freeze that Senior Drill Instructor Hartman nailed that comment on the head, and just at the right time. Dear Captain, Oh Captain, My Captain WCF. I am your Villain. I drive recklessly, sometimes down the wrong way on a one way street, sometimes on the sidewalks. Robbed a few banks. Extorted former bosses. Killed men in and out of the ring. Captain WCF has his first Villain. Will he be made? Or Broken? Let's test the mettle of this hero.
And win or lose, both men would accept it as professionals. Like hell I will. Knowing when to use them, knowing when to exploit them, knowing which wins to use to further his career while knowing which losses needed to be corrected. Just like the circumstance now. Does the veteran need to retire? Did the rookie make a bad career decision? Will both men become immortalized within the WCF Chronicles to be remembered for future generations? It came to one detail. Both needed to prove something to themselves.
Captain WCF versus Freezer Burn .. Hero versus Villain .. it all comes down to who wants it more.
O Captain my Captain! when our fearful trip is done,
The ring has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The ring is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor shal come in with matches won;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where in the ring Captain WCF lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! Oh Captain WCF!!
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...
You've fallen cold and dead.
A wretching of 'O Captain My Captain' - a poem by Walt Whitman