Post by Jon Michaels on May 26, 2006 20:58:07 GMT -5
When You're The Next In The Grave?
The scene is that of a dark, almost evil looking “church”. Out of nowhere, an explosion happens. Not one big enough to level this massive building, just big enough to be noticed. This church wasn't always like this. It was a normal church, clergymen doing their jobs and saving people from evil. That is until a charismatic young man named Charles Manson happened to frequent there. Things then went wrong for the church, as attendance dropped to a low unheard of. In a strange twist, Manson was assigned head preacher. This was a shock to the rest of the clergymen, as his sermons were full of gloom and doom, hellfire and brimstone. He stuck to his guns though, as all he was doing is telling the world the truth. Few people showed up on Sundays, most of them hoping that Manson has been discharged. Their hopes were mostly muffled, as Manson told his story week in and week out, until one Sunday morning, the doors were boarded up. These people were confused, because they heard things going on in that church. Things that made them turn away from their church of many a year. They did so, gladly, because they did not want to hear anymore of this “filth” Mason spoke of. Human depravity, human being's lack of integrity and most of all, human being's thinking the things he spoke of, as normal.
Most of all, he spoke of how people lived their double lives. He spoke of how people would go to church, damn things of the human nature, then go home or to a club and lust, or gorge themselves on food, drink, and illegal substances. He spoke of the unnatural sex acts many people enjoyed, sometimes on the way to or from church. Hypocrites rule the organized religions of the world. This is a fact that should be seen by the same people who attend church week in and week out, sometimes multiple times a week. This fact is what turned Manson away from his own religion. He knew, deep, deep down inside, nobody cared if there were a God or if there were a higher being bigger than themselves. This brings us to the explosion. We flash backwards in time, and see Manson fooling around with some things in the basement of the church. There seems to be bits and parts of a voodoo doll in the form of one David Allastair. The explosion happens, and we see Manson fall down. He gets up, with parts of his face blackened from the explosion. Matthew Draven is smiling.
Manson: Leave it to my luck for a religion I might actually get into that has a sick side, not fucking work.
Draven: I told you, no need to even try a hex on him. I'm able to dethrone this “Messiah” on my own damn self!
Some men take their egos, and boost them to the point of no return. They believe they are something they're not. Some men believe they are heroes when they are just office desk jockies at the local police station. Some men, like David Allistair, believe they are above normal men, and put themselves to be something they are not. Immortal. Nobody is immortal. Not Allastair. Not Draven. Nobody. The thing that sets Matthew Draven above normal men, is he cares not for anybody, nobody he cares about, no remorse, no regret. He doesn't care.
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We go to a different scene. Matthew Draven is seen sitting a dark room wearing a black trenchcoat and his ring pants.. He is smiling, in a sick way. He is looking at a television screen, that's showing Allastair's little rant. He smiles again, looking rather amused.
Oh, when will these tools ever learn my friend?
Manson walks up to the side of his chair.
You see, I have dealt with, in rather quick fashion may I add, with everybody who has said “I'm going to make short work of Matthew Draven!” Ewen Reyes didn't stand a chance. I destroyed Eric Rodreguiz. I've taken out legends such as Jay Matthews, Chino, Jackhammer and pushed former WCF star, Dark Prophet, to limits he has never been to. I beat him like none other, out of pure respect, too.
Matthew Draven laughs, in a dark fashion.
That man was never the same after that match. It was a matter of months after that match, he retired. He took his ball, and he went home. Let's dig deeper into my psyche for reasons why Allastair is underestimating me. About twenty years ago, as a child of only nine, I killed my own family in their slumber. I spent eighteen years in an insane asylum, sitting there. Rotting. Waiting for that day where I was released. Somehow, the warden thought it was a good idea to let me go. He was wrong.
Matthew Draven holds up a skull.
You see, I've learned one thing and one thing only that is truly true in life. No matter what you do, don't regret it, have no remorse, and you will truly be happy. I sat there, for years in that little room, regretting my decision to destroy them, to take them away from the pain they lived in, but also to relieve the pain they cause me!
Draven then stops and starts breathing heavily and smashing himself in the head with both fists. Manson calms him down.
What have you done, Allastair? I've been up and down the road to Hell and asked for more. In my kingdom of pain I sit on my throne atop a mountain of suffering and skulls. I've offed my share of men and beat the Hell out of more. I ask you, Allastair. What is going through your mind, when you disrespect a man who offed his own family and cares not that he did it? Who are you to think you're some Messiah? Now knowing what I've done to my own loved ones, think to yourself, David, what will I do to you?
Matthew looks hard straight ahead and the scene fades static.
The scene is that of a dark, almost evil looking “church”. Out of nowhere, an explosion happens. Not one big enough to level this massive building, just big enough to be noticed. This church wasn't always like this. It was a normal church, clergymen doing their jobs and saving people from evil. That is until a charismatic young man named Charles Manson happened to frequent there. Things then went wrong for the church, as attendance dropped to a low unheard of. In a strange twist, Manson was assigned head preacher. This was a shock to the rest of the clergymen, as his sermons were full of gloom and doom, hellfire and brimstone. He stuck to his guns though, as all he was doing is telling the world the truth. Few people showed up on Sundays, most of them hoping that Manson has been discharged. Their hopes were mostly muffled, as Manson told his story week in and week out, until one Sunday morning, the doors were boarded up. These people were confused, because they heard things going on in that church. Things that made them turn away from their church of many a year. They did so, gladly, because they did not want to hear anymore of this “filth” Mason spoke of. Human depravity, human being's lack of integrity and most of all, human being's thinking the things he spoke of, as normal.
Most of all, he spoke of how people lived their double lives. He spoke of how people would go to church, damn things of the human nature, then go home or to a club and lust, or gorge themselves on food, drink, and illegal substances. He spoke of the unnatural sex acts many people enjoyed, sometimes on the way to or from church. Hypocrites rule the organized religions of the world. This is a fact that should be seen by the same people who attend church week in and week out, sometimes multiple times a week. This fact is what turned Manson away from his own religion. He knew, deep, deep down inside, nobody cared if there were a God or if there were a higher being bigger than themselves. This brings us to the explosion. We flash backwards in time, and see Manson fooling around with some things in the basement of the church. There seems to be bits and parts of a voodoo doll in the form of one David Allastair. The explosion happens, and we see Manson fall down. He gets up, with parts of his face blackened from the explosion. Matthew Draven is smiling.
Manson: Leave it to my luck for a religion I might actually get into that has a sick side, not fucking work.
Draven: I told you, no need to even try a hex on him. I'm able to dethrone this “Messiah” on my own damn self!
Some men take their egos, and boost them to the point of no return. They believe they are something they're not. Some men believe they are heroes when they are just office desk jockies at the local police station. Some men, like David Allistair, believe they are above normal men, and put themselves to be something they are not. Immortal. Nobody is immortal. Not Allastair. Not Draven. Nobody. The thing that sets Matthew Draven above normal men, is he cares not for anybody, nobody he cares about, no remorse, no regret. He doesn't care.
- - - - - - - -
We go to a different scene. Matthew Draven is seen sitting a dark room wearing a black trenchcoat and his ring pants.. He is smiling, in a sick way. He is looking at a television screen, that's showing Allastair's little rant. He smiles again, looking rather amused.
Oh, when will these tools ever learn my friend?
Manson walks up to the side of his chair.
You see, I have dealt with, in rather quick fashion may I add, with everybody who has said “I'm going to make short work of Matthew Draven!” Ewen Reyes didn't stand a chance. I destroyed Eric Rodreguiz. I've taken out legends such as Jay Matthews, Chino, Jackhammer and pushed former WCF star, Dark Prophet, to limits he has never been to. I beat him like none other, out of pure respect, too.
Matthew Draven laughs, in a dark fashion.
That man was never the same after that match. It was a matter of months after that match, he retired. He took his ball, and he went home. Let's dig deeper into my psyche for reasons why Allastair is underestimating me. About twenty years ago, as a child of only nine, I killed my own family in their slumber. I spent eighteen years in an insane asylum, sitting there. Rotting. Waiting for that day where I was released. Somehow, the warden thought it was a good idea to let me go. He was wrong.
Matthew Draven holds up a skull.
You see, I've learned one thing and one thing only that is truly true in life. No matter what you do, don't regret it, have no remorse, and you will truly be happy. I sat there, for years in that little room, regretting my decision to destroy them, to take them away from the pain they lived in, but also to relieve the pain they cause me!
Draven then stops and starts breathing heavily and smashing himself in the head with both fists. Manson calms him down.
What have you done, Allastair? I've been up and down the road to Hell and asked for more. In my kingdom of pain I sit on my throne atop a mountain of suffering and skulls. I've offed my share of men and beat the Hell out of more. I ask you, Allastair. What is going through your mind, when you disrespect a man who offed his own family and cares not that he did it? Who are you to think you're some Messiah? Now knowing what I've done to my own loved ones, think to yourself, David, what will I do to you?
Matthew looks hard straight ahead and the scene fades static.
