Post by convict on Feb 20, 2007 13:49:15 GMT -5
Convict lies upon a bench inside of his locker room, his black leather overcoat bunched up under his head. His white wife beater shirt tossed onto the floor. Convict’s ice blue eyes focus on the ceiling. Convict face appears lost in a deep thought, just moments after his PPV defeat. His hand slowly reaches into his front pocket and he pulls a pack of Camel non filtered cigarettes out. He brings the pack up to his face, and pulls a cigarette out that is slight mangled and deformed from wrestling in the match just moments ago with Johnny Mental. Convict puts it between his lips anyways and lights it up. Convict slowly sits up; his stomach muscles tighten to reveal an eight pack, and the rest of his massive upper body. Years of prison life inside of San Quinton has been good on his physic, but bad on his tan. His pale white skin is offset by the numerous prison tattoos’ covering his body. Convict pulls the cigarette out of his mouth and exhales the grayish cloud of smoke from between his nose.
Convict: Well played John, you got the pin on me. You managed to be the first. We went punch for punch, laid it out on the line and you got your hand raised.
Convict puts the cigarette in his mouth and with a slight grin on his face begins to clap. Convict continues to clap for a few more seconds then stops. He reaches up and pulls the cigarette from his mouth. He lets the grayish smoke escape from his mouth.
Convict: But don’t think this is fuckin over between us John…See you did something to me that’s inexcusable…you caused her to scorn me John…did you see what she did? Did you John? She just walked right past me, her shoulder brushed against mine…and what did she do John? She fuckin laughed John…and for that…for that atrocity John you won’t know what peace is…In order for her to respect me again…I have to do to you what I did to Ringo…what I did to my father…my mother…and countless others… John I had hoped this wouldn’t have happened…I tried to be your friend…and you fucked me over.
Convict flicks the cigarette onto the floor, he slowly stands up. Convict reaches into an open locker and pulls a bottle of prescription pills out and begins putting some in his mouth, the crunching of tablets can be heard escaping from Convict’s mouth.
[glow=red,2,300]****Off Camera****[/glow]
Camera man: Ok Beast that’s a wraps.
Convict stares at him, and an evil grin forms upon his lips.
Convict: Wraps? What a funny word to choose.
Convict lunges at the Camera man with a shank and stabs the man in his stomach, with one swift motion Convict brings the homemade weapon sideways disemboweling him. Convict pulls the blade from the mans gut and watches him fall slowly to the floor and the life from his eyes fade. Convict slowly walks to the bathroom and pulls a large black trash bag and begins to stuff the dead camera man inside of it. Convict tosses the trash bag over his shoulder and heads out the door. He makes a few turns as he walks down the hallways and stops at the door to Poison’s office. Convict opens the door and sets the trash bag down.
[glow=red,2,300]10 minutes later[/glow]
“The Beast” Convict looks up over the desk of Poison and smiles an evil sadistic grin. Nailed to the wall in some sick twisted Valentines gift is the Camera man folded into a heart shape, his entrails hang down dripping blood onto various official documents and paperwork. Convict turns and leaves the office.
[/b][/center]Convict: Well played John, you got the pin on me. You managed to be the first. We went punch for punch, laid it out on the line and you got your hand raised.
Convict puts the cigarette in his mouth and with a slight grin on his face begins to clap. Convict continues to clap for a few more seconds then stops. He reaches up and pulls the cigarette from his mouth. He lets the grayish smoke escape from his mouth.
Convict: But don’t think this is fuckin over between us John…See you did something to me that’s inexcusable…you caused her to scorn me John…did you see what she did? Did you John? She just walked right past me, her shoulder brushed against mine…and what did she do John? She fuckin laughed John…and for that…for that atrocity John you won’t know what peace is…In order for her to respect me again…I have to do to you what I did to Ringo…what I did to my father…my mother…and countless others… John I had hoped this wouldn’t have happened…I tried to be your friend…and you fucked me over.
Convict flicks the cigarette onto the floor, he slowly stands up. Convict reaches into an open locker and pulls a bottle of prescription pills out and begins putting some in his mouth, the crunching of tablets can be heard escaping from Convict’s mouth.
[glow=red,2,300]****Off Camera****[/glow]
Camera man: Ok Beast that’s a wraps.
Convict stares at him, and an evil grin forms upon his lips.
Convict: Wraps? What a funny word to choose.
Convict lunges at the Camera man with a shank and stabs the man in his stomach, with one swift motion Convict brings the homemade weapon sideways disemboweling him. Convict pulls the blade from the mans gut and watches him fall slowly to the floor and the life from his eyes fade. Convict slowly walks to the bathroom and pulls a large black trash bag and begins to stuff the dead camera man inside of it. Convict tosses the trash bag over his shoulder and heads out the door. He makes a few turns as he walks down the hallways and stops at the door to Poison’s office. Convict opens the door and sets the trash bag down.
[glow=red,2,300]10 minutes later[/glow]
“The Beast” Convict looks up over the desk of Poison and smiles an evil sadistic grin. Nailed to the wall in some sick twisted Valentines gift is the Camera man folded into a heart shape, his entrails hang down dripping blood onto various official documents and paperwork. Convict turns and leaves the office.