Post by convict on Feb 12, 2007 18:48:05 GMT -5
The camera opens inside a dark room with a lone light bulb casting a weak yellowish light down upon the Convict sitting in a chair. His face canted downwards, his ice blue eyes burning a hole in the floor in front of him. A cigarette dangles from his lips, the ash slowly getting larger and larger. The grayish smoke exits from Convict’s nose. Convict’s face slowly rises upwards as his ice blue eyes peer into the camera lens.
Convict: It’s down to you and I Johnny…if it was any other man…any other combatant…I’d be out celebrating my victory over Genocide with excessive drinking and fucking the hell out of Poison. But instead I find myself thinking about our damn match…I’ve seen you before…I have been told of your exploits inside of the ring…And to be completely honest Mental…I’m a little sad.
Convict raises his right hand up and withdraws the camel non filtered cigarette from between his lips; he exhales a last breath of grayish smoke into the darkness, and then lets the cigarette drop onto the pavement.
Convict: Hell Johnny…I like you…if the circumstances were different…I’d let you fuck my sister, if I had one…maybe even buy you a bottle of Jack. Unfortunately Johnny…that’s won’t be possible…management has decided that we face each other in the ring. I could care less about the title John…may I call you John? Fuck it I will anyways…I feel as if I know you…which is why it won’t bring me satisfaction to twist your limbs and hear the cartridge and bones snap beneath my grip.
Convict looks back down to the floor, he reaches into the left pocket of his black leather overcoat and pulls out a prescription bottle of medication, with his thumb he manages to twist off the cap, he raises the open bottle to his lips and the silence in the room is filled with the crunching noises of a single pill.
Convict: A Doctor once checked me out…he came to the conclusion that I had a mental problem John…said I can get real nasty and violent…said I have a chemical dependency up here in the head.
Convict taps his head while still looking down upon the floor with his right hand.
Convict: Said that killing my mother and slashing my fathers throat wasn’t entirely my fault…said I had a chemical urge for violence…said that when I do harm to others John, it’s not really my fault…so I figure that at Valentines Day Massacre when the doctors come out to check on your well being…and they will…remember its not entirely all of my fault…its just my mental condition causing me to hurt you…possibly kill you.
Convict looks up at the camera again this time flashing an evil sadistic grin.
Convict: If anyone is to really blame for what happens at Valentines Day Massacre…it’s the lovely seductive Poison…she brought me here…she knows full well what will happen…and damn it all to hell John…Flowers just don’t impress her…a box of chocolates doesn’t appease her hunger…the only cure for her insatiable appetite is destruction…mayhem…carnage…all of which I promised to give to her John.
Convict begins to slightly laugh as if to his own private joke.
Convict: I promised her John…do you understand now…I hope so…I really fuckin do John…Cause in order for you to stop me in the ring is for you to have to kill me John…I wont stop John…I cant rest until blood is upon my hands…and the carnage and destruction I promised to the lovely Poison has been fulfilled…My match with you John…will be my ballad to her…her panties will be dripping when the match is over…her smooth beautiful legs spread wide for me…and I will ravage her over and over…in fact John…when I win…I will Fuck her live on Side Effect for all the world to watch…I’m sorry John…its just what I have to do…I hope you do the right thing John…save yourself.
Convict slowly stands up his body fills the frame of the camera lens, he reaches up and gives a slight tug on the chain next to the light. The room goes dark.
[/b][/i][/center]Convict: It’s down to you and I Johnny…if it was any other man…any other combatant…I’d be out celebrating my victory over Genocide with excessive drinking and fucking the hell out of Poison. But instead I find myself thinking about our damn match…I’ve seen you before…I have been told of your exploits inside of the ring…And to be completely honest Mental…I’m a little sad.
Convict raises his right hand up and withdraws the camel non filtered cigarette from between his lips; he exhales a last breath of grayish smoke into the darkness, and then lets the cigarette drop onto the pavement.
Convict: Hell Johnny…I like you…if the circumstances were different…I’d let you fuck my sister, if I had one…maybe even buy you a bottle of Jack. Unfortunately Johnny…that’s won’t be possible…management has decided that we face each other in the ring. I could care less about the title John…may I call you John? Fuck it I will anyways…I feel as if I know you…which is why it won’t bring me satisfaction to twist your limbs and hear the cartridge and bones snap beneath my grip.
Convict looks back down to the floor, he reaches into the left pocket of his black leather overcoat and pulls out a prescription bottle of medication, with his thumb he manages to twist off the cap, he raises the open bottle to his lips and the silence in the room is filled with the crunching noises of a single pill.
Convict: A Doctor once checked me out…he came to the conclusion that I had a mental problem John…said I can get real nasty and violent…said I have a chemical dependency up here in the head.
Convict taps his head while still looking down upon the floor with his right hand.
Convict: Said that killing my mother and slashing my fathers throat wasn’t entirely my fault…said I had a chemical urge for violence…said that when I do harm to others John, it’s not really my fault…so I figure that at Valentines Day Massacre when the doctors come out to check on your well being…and they will…remember its not entirely all of my fault…its just my mental condition causing me to hurt you…possibly kill you.
Convict looks up at the camera again this time flashing an evil sadistic grin.
Convict: If anyone is to really blame for what happens at Valentines Day Massacre…it’s the lovely seductive Poison…she brought me here…she knows full well what will happen…and damn it all to hell John…Flowers just don’t impress her…a box of chocolates doesn’t appease her hunger…the only cure for her insatiable appetite is destruction…mayhem…carnage…all of which I promised to give to her John.
Convict begins to slightly laugh as if to his own private joke.
Convict: I promised her John…do you understand now…I hope so…I really fuckin do John…Cause in order for you to stop me in the ring is for you to have to kill me John…I wont stop John…I cant rest until blood is upon my hands…and the carnage and destruction I promised to the lovely Poison has been fulfilled…My match with you John…will be my ballad to her…her panties will be dripping when the match is over…her smooth beautiful legs spread wide for me…and I will ravage her over and over…in fact John…when I win…I will Fuck her live on Side Effect for all the world to watch…I’m sorry John…its just what I have to do…I hope you do the right thing John…save yourself.
Convict slowly stands up his body fills the frame of the camera lens, he reaches up and gives a slight tug on the chain next to the light. The room goes dark.