Post by Rick Mad on Mar 6, 2009 22:48:37 GMT -5
The room is black. All black. I mean, very literally, the only thing you can see is black.
"This is my home now."
Rick Mad's voice breaks the lack sensory stimulation.
Rick Mad: Thanks to Jack of Blades, I have a home. In this blackness, I've found what I've always been seeking. A place to feel alive, a place to feel right.
A light flickers. A candle light. The light cast off from the tiny flame illuminates Rick Mad's face as he continues speaking.
Rick Mad:Last XIII killed me. Literally. It crushed my spirit, and what is a man without a spirit? Nothing but a walking corpse. And that was me, a walking corpse, leaving that shithole arena. No destination, no purpose. And then, like a shining beacon of hope, a man introduced himself. And, of course, knowing his history I was hesitant. But what did I have to lose that I already hadn't? Nothing. So I let Jack of Blades take me under his wing, and Jack taught me: I had ALWAYS been dead. I'd always been that walking corpse that I thought I'd only recently become.
Rick laughs, briefly, before going back to his speech.
Rick Mad: My whole search for.. whatever I'd been searching for? It had been pointless. I'd been looking to gain fame, fortune, love and affection. Not just the love and affection of my ex wife, Danita, no, but the love and affection of the crowd. Of the wrestling fans. And, what do you know? It was a fool's errand. I just let them down. And even if I hadn't, eventually they would have gotten tired of me and thrown me to the gutter. The result would have been the same either way.
Another laugh.
Rick Mad: But Jack! Jack, Jack, Jack. Jack of Blades. He showed me... The only real sanity is, indeed, insanity itself. I gave up all those foolish dreams and aspirations I'd once clung to, I gave up the facts I'd thought I'd learned. True, this wasn't an easy process. The beatings, the sleep deprivation, living in this room, sometimes without food or water for days... but just when I was on the brink of death, Jack brought me back. Trusty old Jack, Jack of Blades, he saved me. Honestly and truly, in every sense of the word, Jack Jack Jacko Jack, he saved me. He saved me!
Rick laughs again, moreso than any of the other times.
Rick Mad: Jackie Jacko Jackie Jack! Jack 'o' Blades.
Rick continues laughing for another moment before calming down.
Rick Mad: So soon the time came that I might repay Jack for my enlightnement; and I repaid him gladly with my attack on Skyler Striker. I use "attack" in the way that most of the people of the world would use it; I do not believe in my heart that it was an actual attack. No, it was an invitation, as every act of violence I commit shall henceforth be: an invitation to join me in the enlightenment Jack of Blades has brought me. Sadly, surely, Skyler Striker will decline said invitation, but I didn't expect anything other from someone like him. Sad, sad, sad sad sad.
Rick constantly has a sick smile on his face. The candle starts to flicker.
Rick Mad: So I have learned that my good friend, my best friend, my good good best friend Corey Black has decided to bring Logan to Skyler Striker's aid. Well, Logan, I promise you this: I will send to you the same invitation I extended to Skyler Striker. Logan, dear friend, you and I have been through a lot together and I hope that you take this invitation to heart, and I hope you join me. Join me in Jack's enlightenment.
Rick blows the candle out, and we hear nothing but his demented laughter.
"This is my home now."
Rick Mad's voice breaks the lack sensory stimulation.
Rick Mad: Thanks to Jack of Blades, I have a home. In this blackness, I've found what I've always been seeking. A place to feel alive, a place to feel right.
A light flickers. A candle light. The light cast off from the tiny flame illuminates Rick Mad's face as he continues speaking.
Rick Mad:Last XIII killed me. Literally. It crushed my spirit, and what is a man without a spirit? Nothing but a walking corpse. And that was me, a walking corpse, leaving that shithole arena. No destination, no purpose. And then, like a shining beacon of hope, a man introduced himself. And, of course, knowing his history I was hesitant. But what did I have to lose that I already hadn't? Nothing. So I let Jack of Blades take me under his wing, and Jack taught me: I had ALWAYS been dead. I'd always been that walking corpse that I thought I'd only recently become.
Rick laughs, briefly, before going back to his speech.
Rick Mad: My whole search for.. whatever I'd been searching for? It had been pointless. I'd been looking to gain fame, fortune, love and affection. Not just the love and affection of my ex wife, Danita, no, but the love and affection of the crowd. Of the wrestling fans. And, what do you know? It was a fool's errand. I just let them down. And even if I hadn't, eventually they would have gotten tired of me and thrown me to the gutter. The result would have been the same either way.
Another laugh.
Rick Mad: But Jack! Jack, Jack, Jack. Jack of Blades. He showed me... The only real sanity is, indeed, insanity itself. I gave up all those foolish dreams and aspirations I'd once clung to, I gave up the facts I'd thought I'd learned. True, this wasn't an easy process. The beatings, the sleep deprivation, living in this room, sometimes without food or water for days... but just when I was on the brink of death, Jack brought me back. Trusty old Jack, Jack of Blades, he saved me. Honestly and truly, in every sense of the word, Jack Jack Jacko Jack, he saved me. He saved me!
Rick laughs again, moreso than any of the other times.
Rick Mad: Jackie Jacko Jackie Jack! Jack 'o' Blades.
Rick continues laughing for another moment before calming down.
Rick Mad: So soon the time came that I might repay Jack for my enlightnement; and I repaid him gladly with my attack on Skyler Striker. I use "attack" in the way that most of the people of the world would use it; I do not believe in my heart that it was an actual attack. No, it was an invitation, as every act of violence I commit shall henceforth be: an invitation to join me in the enlightenment Jack of Blades has brought me. Sadly, surely, Skyler Striker will decline said invitation, but I didn't expect anything other from someone like him. Sad, sad, sad sad sad.
Rick constantly has a sick smile on his face. The candle starts to flicker.
Rick Mad: So I have learned that my good friend, my best friend, my good good best friend Corey Black has decided to bring Logan to Skyler Striker's aid. Well, Logan, I promise you this: I will send to you the same invitation I extended to Skyler Striker. Logan, dear friend, you and I have been through a lot together and I hope that you take this invitation to heart, and I hope you join me. Join me in Jack's enlightenment.
Rick blows the candle out, and we hear nothing but his demented laughter.
