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Roleplay Boards => Archived Roleplays => Climax Control Archives => Topic started by: Goth on October 18, 2012, 03:50:43 PM
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“Isn’t it ironic, don’t you think??”
“It’s a mindset, you come to the point of no return and realize that you not need to return to the point of originality. Origin’s are just a sign of failure and the past, where the future holds a key… a key to the future that brings insecurity as well….”
(voice) “Goth?”
(my thoughts) Oh no, not him again….
(voice) “You know that I can read your mind right?”
“Great”
(voice)”It’s so obvious you are wishing for the insanity to blossom through the intentions I give you. It’s the reason why you are who you have become….,”
“I hate these philosophical blabbering of yours, why don’t you come to the freaking point!!!!”
We see goth sitting down with his head in his hands, holding it up as he is clearly in a mindfuck. Struggling with reality as the voice in his head is making him struggle even more than last week.
(voice)”Last Monday, you let your partner suffer, good for him. He took away that what I held dear…, I”
“YOU???”
(voice) “Well seeing that I’m a part of you, I do too feel that I was a part of your championship reign. And it was also my loss that we let it slip our fingers”
(thoughts) Oh brother, he is going all sentimental on me. What is this for crap?
(voice) “Crap is something that we need to look at for our last championship match, you lost to a nobody. Now whati s crap Gerrit??”
“Touché”
“I need to redeem myself, not for you. But the fact that I need to prove to the entire world that this was just my fault. The way that I lost, the way that I allowed myself to lose against a joke like him?? Seriously, even the man that I took the title from was a more deserving champion than this man is… and yet?? He is holding MY title”
(voice) “Our title Goth”
Annoyed Goth looks around, he has bloodshed eyes as he has clearly not slept in a long time. He throws his arms around, looking for a bottle of water and finally he finds it. He pours the water over his face before letting the drops sink in on his skin.
(voice) “So you now got me all wet”
“Why? Did I make your clothing wet?”
(voice) “A matter of fact…,”
“You’re a voice inside my head, give me a break. It’s not like you are wearing an Armani suit for crying out loud!!”
(voice) “My my… are we in a foul mood??”
“SHUT UP!!!”
(voice) “Fine… for now….”
Goth lets out a sigh of relief, finally he has been relieved of the nagging voice that has started to haunt him since the title loss against his opponent for this week.
“Oh Argento…., I understand a title reign can do magic for a young and insecure little cunt like you now does it? But tell me, have you ever expected a title reign to be a plague? A plague to your very existence? The fact that I used your thickening skull as a bouncing basketball on last nights show was something that felt pleasurable to my listening ears and watching eyes on every replay that I can manage to see. Oh yes Argento… you are in a destiny with destiny itself….”
Goth feels the water drip from his face, he grabs a towel as he wipes off the final drops from his before looking back into the camera.
“You say you will fight to keep that title? I say you have to defend your life and body from limb to limb to keep that championship my friend. You just have to wonder this my dear Argento… are you really up for it? Are you really to strike twice against the same man? Have you ever heard of a win that should not have been? The case of IF I was there to strike you down, IF!! I was ready to maim you… IF!!! But then again, does IF count in the past? No it doesn’t, does it Argento??”
“You see, the world of Horror cinema thinks that all the greats are from this fine country…. But the truth remains that even the sickest of sick comes from Italy… Dario Argento… perhaps it rings a bell?”
Goth chuckles as he runs his fingers over his flesh, remember the fire that happened to him at his title defence.
“I remember once many years ago, that I watched a DVD… it was called the Phantom of the Opera… expecting the classic opera movie… expecting the man with the mask, hiding it’s face. And yet, I got a man that tried to destroy everyone… sticking a fork into someone’s hand and watches a rat eating the flesh of it’s hand. The sickness of a man that just has one enemy…. Censorship….. do you Argento? Are you a representative of that what Dario stands for? Remembering the fire, you would think you are… and again… are you?”
His eyes are burning a hole into the camera as his aggressive nature seems to be under control bas he remains calm. Yet it seems like he can explode at any given moment.
“Even the greats make the trail back to the opposite of memory lane… and yet, you think I will be easy pickings like the last time? You see Argento, you should have killed me when you had the chance. You should have ended my career when you had the chance, yet you are thinking about the victory column too much. And yet, you are not worried for the fact that I know how I can break you?”
“You see Argento, you are a fighter. You are a wrestler, that can break down anyone inside that ring. But on the outside? How will you cope with the fact that I got my woman have her sights upon your sister? How will you react when you have to choose between blood or gold? How will you react when I start to scrape your flesh of your seemingly perfect face? Until the blood will alarm your existence that you are about to come to an end? Tell me Argento?? Or are you just too busy drinking diet coke?”
Goth’s eyes are burning with rage as he continues to talk.
“Just like I have said before, you should have ended it when you had the chance. You did not do anything to understand that I’m a predator… that I demand your attention on any given moment. Barb wire is not the thing you should worry about my friend, oh no… you should worry about the desire to please my anger… to redeem my disturbing moment that should not have happened. I will give you no moment to breathe, I’ll be haunting you from the moment the bell rings and till the moment comes that you are begging for mercy”
“And I’m sorry Argento… but mercy is for the weak. I was weak a few weeks ago. I was not the monster that I normally am… you see Argento.. I may be insane. I may be the loosest end of the line that you can come across. But the moment that you stare into the eyes of the dead… you will have to understand that I’m here to take your soul!!!!”
“Just think about it Argento… wouldn’t it be the perfect way to show the world how much you should worry when you face me? I could have waited for the triple threat, I could have waited for that one moment that I could reclaim the gold. But I want to make a point across. I want the world to know that I WILL be the one that steps foot as the champion in the triple threat. I will look you in the eyes and say nothing. Words would not matter anymore, but the only thing that you need to understand is this Argento… You better hope that I will show you enough mercy to even allow you to show up at the Triple Threat… think about it…”.
With that Goth walks off as the shot slowly fades.