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Inner thoughts: “Is it real? Or is it just an illusion? To have your life been put upon a crossroad to damnation… and all it takes to make it in the world is a roulette… how fitting to have your life handed to a little ball”.
“Truth needs to be told, it is a way of life that makes you keep on the sharpest edge of your being… not knowing what your future brings… not knowing what the next step in life will be… always watching your back… before someone shoots a bullet down your spine and watch you crawl in pain… pain that can be endured for a while… but how long will you remain on the verge of sanity? How long will it last until the final breath of your existence vanishes from your body and have you watch yourself from afar? ”
“I’ve been wanting these moments since the passing of time, the reality is it that reality has got no meaning for me… reality is dictated by those who want everyone to be just like them… ordinary… to have a 9 to 5 job and then you go home to your loving family… you sit down at your dinner table and think about the hot bitch that you fucked the other night… just for the fun of it… not caring that your wife fucks the next door neighbours son that mows your lawn…. Because you are too damn lazy to do anything else ”.
“And then there’s the life that I choose… 24/7 having your eyes in the back of your head… hearing the whispers of those who do not get you, those who hate you because they wish they were different. But knowing deep down inside their pathetic stomach that they never will be. And why? Because of fear, fear that they will eventually become something that they cannot control. Control is my enemy, control is the one thing in my life that never meant anything than holding me back… control of that what would make me want to strip down the skin of your face… peeling down the final inches of your skin, bleeding vessels pop open around your eyes and watch the blood wash away your fears… wondering what would make a man like me the man that I am today… not realizing that everyone can be like that when they let down the pathetic need of their self control… oh how life has got such a treats for me to wrap my fingers around and choke your final breath out of your stinking lungs”.
“It doesn’t bother me tho, maybe once a long time ago… when I never truly accepted the fact that I wasn’t ordinary. You remember the time that your mother would tell you what morals to uphold. To be nice to your elders, to eat with your mouth full and never and I mean never disrespect those who are nice to you… I never wanted to be a little dog that would fetch your newspapers anyways… it’s only moments like these that makes me realize that I’m content with who I am….”.
The shot opens up, we see a man fully clothed in a disbanded chapel somewhere unknown to the outside world. Wearing a long coat and a big hat on his head. A beard can be seen, clearly it has been growing for a while as it is messed up as we hear him speak.
“We are gathered here to remember those who have played with destiny and failed”.
Silence comes over the figure as he puts a gum in his mouth, we can see him chew on it for a while before spitting it out with a dirty look on his face.
“I have got to remember stop buying those fucking sugar free chewing gums. They are just worthless after chewing on them for a while. Where are the days where you did not have to worry about things that would be bad for your stinking teeth or your health?”
The figure drops his head back, we can see his hat fall from his head and we see his dirty hair, a complete mess just like his beard. His arms are spread on the wooden bench that he was sitting on. His fingers are digging into the wood as his eyes are staring forward in the emptiness of the chapel.
“Those who have fought a good game and came up short… oh I know what the world will say, didn’t you???”.
A smile emerges on his face as he shakes his head in agreement. Knowing full well what the answer would be when someone would indeed ask him that question.
“Didn’t you? A simple question that you can answer with a simple yes…, or no… how ironic to utter those words now isn’t it? Didn’t you? Didn’t you? Words that cowards love to utter when they just sit with their fat ass on their couch, drinking a beer and eating some Taco’s. Sitting in the audience, getting all worked up on the fact that I do something that they never could even imagine of doing… and yet, they utter the words didn’t you? How ironice huh?”.
A smile emerges, he shakes his head and chuckles for a bit. His eyes are slowly opened and we see it stare into the camera.
“And what I enjoy is to hear the strong tales of people that walk back to their cars, telling the world that does not want to listen to them that they would have done things so much differently if they were me… and again, you never will now won’t you?”.
“Let’s face it, you are all men that will die a slow and miserable death, realizing that they never achieved your dreams. Never got to fuck that chick in high school that gave you the blue balls. And how do you avenge your pathetic life? You just sit down on your fat ass and criticize a wrestler that got bad luck… it’s how the world evolves isn’t it? One day we were men that ran over the world as the Roman Empire… and the next you are sitting on your coach and scratch your nuts as a wannabe Al Bundy. But then again, isn’t that the beauty of this life that we live in? we do the works… and you can talk the shit out of your ass before scratching it one more time.”
The figure bends his head down for a bit, his waiting words are slowly rolling out of his mouth after a few moments.
“Drink the success that life brings you, because you never know when the glass will finally grow to a point of emptiness. To grab that glass and you find out that the elixir that keeps you alive has gotten turned into dust.. and we all know that sand doesn’t drink too well now don’t we?”.
“The champions of this world sit on their throne, waiting for the next challenge to arrive and benefit from their championship advantage. But how do you sit on your throne, knowing a mad man has finally got a chance that has got the sadistic nature of a vulture… and dresses around like your court jester… now you wouldn’t want a jester to take away your throne now is it oh worthy champion? A man that once stated that Casey is a warrior? A man that nearly killed you? A man that never gave you a match like that until you faced him? A brute man that uses his strength, but just that? How foolish to think that strength and size does the trick huh? Oh sure, to a certain point of it all I assume it does… but then again, does size truly matter?”
The figure shakes his head in disbelief, his fingers have dug into the wood. Scratching some wood out of the old and dust filled bench.
“What makes a warrior I ask you? Someone that brutalizes someone else to the point where you cannot get up again? To feel your will to live to slip from your own grasp, just because someone brutalizes you? Now wouldn’t that be a boring sight to behold? Granted, mindless fools that sit down in their seats love to see some blood splat around the arena every now and then, but then again.. everyone knows how to lift a chair and blast it across someone else their faces now don’t we? Personally, I would grant the world to see the brutality of the sadistic nature of one man. Just think as me as a vulture.. just taking it’s time…. Awaiting to see it’s prey suffer in the sun of the desert. Begging for water, begging for shelter or food. Just taking it’s time, living off the reserves of whatever it is that it ate the last time that it has eaten. Having the sun shine down into the soulless eyes that stare at you. Not having any other desire except that of taking down it’s prey. Whether it happens today or tomorrow.. it will get the job done… and you know what the funniest thing of it all is?”
The figure runs a finger through the dirt and then lifts it before it’s watching eyes before he continues to talk again.
“the war that conflicts the victim, struggling to make the vulture trying to change it’s mind. As if a vulture cares about anything else than the burning flesh. The flesh that seems to be tasteful that I could almost taste it… but then again, inside that ring I grab every opportunity that I get oh dear champion. I wonder how the luck of the Roulette champion will fare against that what he does not wish to be victimized about…”
“Oh yes, I’ve used the word Jester… not because of the makeup. That would have been too easy now wouldn’t it? The guy that is the laughing stock, the guy that needs to entertain the masses. The man that needs to entertain the king, the king that is such a moron that does not know the deep and desires are of the jester. How to fuck over a king? How to hurt a king in the place where it hurts the most? Tell me, do you know oh champion? Do you know that the Jester fucks the queen when he doesn’t watches… but then again, I like to take away the championship belt…. The gold that I need to have and what better it is to create the one thing that vultures are good at. Enjoy inflicting pain of a different kind. Where I will beat you without mercy, I will ask you to beg for me. Just like a vulture would be deaf to the whining of whatever creature it stalks.”.
The figure punches his fist as he smiles once again into the camera.
“I intend to work you over like the king that you are, until you become the begging victim. The one that I will suffocate with these bare hands. Realise that I wont stop until I get that championship belt away from you champ… and it will happen this coming show… be ready, because I will be….