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Makaveli · (05-19-2016)

A full moon lights up the skies surrounding the busy city of San Francisco. Makaveli sits on the outside porch of his recently acquired home. Smoking a cigarette and peering up into the night sky, with a pen and pad on his lap. He watches the moon eclipse as it changes from white to red, then back to white. All within a matter of a couple minutes. His pen starts dancing across the paper as he transfers his thoughts into words. He leaves the pen and pad on the table as he proceeds to spark up a joint. Cameras zoom in to capture what he has written.

An emtpy shell I breathe, as the air escapes me
Cold and lonely soul, the world around it breaks me
Breaks me down, steals the air out of my chest
Im lost for what to say, dont know my east from west
The sun revolves once more, to remind me of what i lost
Scattered images in my mind, of the line I crossed
So many different choices, so many different paths
Drugs dont kill memories, and lies cant hide the past
Build me up high, so you can break me down once more
Open the gate and guide me in, so you can slam the door
Pain escapes my body, but does not escape my heart
How do we rewind, and begin right from the start
I see with my eyes, but it still seems unclear to me
I scream with all my voice, but no one around is hearin me
So many days I lost, just trying to escape
Do you believe in destiny, could this be my fate
I pray sometimes, when no one is around
No answer to be heard, the echo is the only sound
My hands they feel the pressure, of who I should have been
If ida done things differently, and turned from a life of sin
The blame is all around, but should be placed on me
They are my nightmares, that now I accept as my reality
Life is like a drug, it gets you high without a substance
Picks you up and holds you down, its pain in abundance
So why are you walking, you could be flying
Hard as a rock, but on the inside were crying
So what is the use, why are we trying
We all say were livin, but really were dying
Scars can tell a story, but are they ones youd tell
To the lives ive crossed, I hope that you are well
If there is life after death, ill see you all in hell
Beaten down and broken, still stuck in this empty shell
I watched the moon, change its face
We all are so little, stuck in place
Some feel its part, of a grand design
A journey with a destination, we have to find
Some roads are rocky, with no end in sight
And yet we press forward, and continue to fight
But fight for what, I see no point
Are we all just meant, to disappoint
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Dont wanna keep on goin, but feel I must
Some dreams lost, and some forgot
Live for today, cuz thats all you got
Nothin is ever a guarantee
So you do you, and ill do me

Madison exits the house and walks over to Makaveli. She sits next to him and sparks up a cigarette of her own, as the two begin to converse.

MADISON: Hey baby, you ready for warfare on wednesday?

MAKAVELI: Almost, I gotta throw a bag together here quick before we head to the airport. Other than that I am. Are you? Getting nervous at all?

MADISON: A little bit but im excited. You and peter gotta make sure you end the union and take those belts home.

MAKAVELI: I dont see that being an issue. Lets see, we got MacBitch who seems more concerned about his god damn pub than he does about wednesday's competition. His little bitch sidekick Scully cant even compete so he is stuck with the rookie. I dont see this match lasting very long in complete honesty. Those tag belts will come home with the resistance, and it will be a cold day in hell before we let them go. I said from the minute I walked into the XWF that I was going to decimate the union, and now here is my first real opportunity. Once we strip them of their tag titles, peter will have his hart championship back around his waist soon after.

We are well on our way to collecting all the major titles the XWF has to offer. Soon it will be loverboys turn to have his belt stripped, and the resistance will be in complete control. We are bound to have some troubles, and not always see things eye to eye. But with me, you, peter, dim, martyr and another name joining the ranks very soon... we will be unstoppable. The Union think that they have a grip on what is going on around here, but wednesday is sure to be one hell of an eye opener. We will send those inbred british cunts running back to london with their tails tucked between their legs.

I think I can speak for most of the roster when I say that we are all sick of hearing the Union run their mouths. Not only am I sick of their obnoxious accents but I am also sick of their "larger than life" attitudes. Wednesday will mark the beginning of a new era, one that the Union has no part of. I suggest you take the rest of the week to say goodbye to those tag titles, and you may as well start readying yourself for losing that hart title too. When MacBitch beat Gilmour that was pure fluke, but this warfare will be a completely different story.

These union scum, bout to get whats comin to em
The resistance me and Gilmour, bout to be goin through em
Ill destroy you, like an ass fuck from frodo with no vaseline
Ill explode on you, like a fire fuelled with gasoline
Rip you limb for limb, death will soon embrace you
You think I cant handle it, and that I cannot face you
But reality will creep up on you, and slap you in the face
By the end of the race, youll be lucky to even place
Ill end your career, without a breath of hesitation
Read between the lines, I understand your frustration
Hit ya so hard, ill probably knock your teeth straight
Murderin niggas is what I do, allow me to demonstrate
You dont scare me, your bullshit is motivation
Walkin over you, might as well be my vacation
Dont wanna hear you bitch, when I annihilate you
But dont worry I aint frodo, so im not going to rape you

The scene fades as the two re-enter the house to finish packing their belongings, and getting ready to leave to catch the plane to Hawaii.

To be continued.........

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