02-04-2016, 07:20 AM
A three way dance, no need to get all gussied up for this one. Fontanna and Trax and myself, all together to bring the house down. I find it interesting that i should face you two.
Its no secret how fucked in the head i am. Ive survived cracked-out lust zombies, a double strap-on wearing feminist, and a roided out Village People fanatic, but in comparision, this is the match ive been waiting for.
He pauses to light a ciggarette and takes a deep drag. As heavy smoke exits his nostrils, the trademark grin grows on his face and the camera pans out to show two life-sized cardboard mannequins, one of Trax and the other of Fontanna.
Ive been using my time to learn how to channel my rage and focus on construction rather than destruction. BUT THATS NO FUN IS IT?
He savagly tears the Fontanna mannequin to shreds, laughing maniacally in the process shouting "DAFUQ ARE YOU THINKING, WALTZING AROUND HERE LIKE SOME BIRTHDAY CLOWN. GIMME YOUR TIPPY TOES." He simmers down for a moment and takes another drag from his ciggarette. He goes to stomp on the rubble but stops mid action and takes a deep breath.
Woooosaaahhh!!!!!Im centered, Im calm, I am the gentle breeze on the prarie. Now before i lose my cool, this match is far from a twitchpicnic, but i do get to play and have loads of barbaric fun with my two new playthings. And yes, I havent forgotten about you Trax.
He steps up to the Trax mannequin, grin returning to his face.
Victim number one. My how youve blossomed since i took the 24/7 title from you. You even became top dog after our last rendezvous. What drove you to that height i wonder? Was it your work ethic, or your ability to overcome obstacle after obstacle to reach your goal. Or was it the fact you got out foxxed by a freak wearing facepaint and smells of stale whisky? Was that the moment you went on high alert and upped your game to become a more venerable athlete? Prove me wrong Trax. I beg you, because this is only the beggining of our special friendship. Its gonna come down to just you and I someday, and if i have to demolish Fantanna on Wednesday to bs sure it happens, bet your ass my hands are getting bloody.
Speaking of which.
[color=#FFFFFF]His temper rises as he puts out his ciggarette on the Trax mannequin.
HYPE?MONSTER? It took a trip to hell for you to get you you to wake up when Ive been thrown out of pit so many times they revoked my demon liscense. Im not just some dust you sweep under a rug when your inlaws visit. I am that infectious disease that festers from the rotting peice of chicken you have caught between your teeth, so go tell your stories to the kindergarten class down the street. You are weak, you will never reach the top because you are not a monster. You are the line between Jekyll and Hyde, always arriving to the brink, but too scared to fall and fade away into lunacy. Ive faced you and yet you won, you came to a hault in the process. I saw the the look as you stepped away from the dark. I felt the beast step away and back into its cage when it feared playing with the true monsters. Oh how i yearned for it to come out and play in that match, the fun we could have had. Makes me hard a little just thinking about. But no, you clung to humanity like a newborn to its mother.
You say you are free, and on Wednesday we shall find out if you have truly embraced the chaos, or if goes to waste due to the flavor being too bitter. Either way im coming to play, and im playing for keeps.
He walks off but then returns to punch the head off of the Trax mannequin. Before leaving again he faces the camera.
The Stranger is back.
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