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« on: November 24, 2017, 11:56:02 PM »
Sanity, it's a terrible thing to waste. A terrible thing to watch slip away. Crimson has found himself in a world of insanity, a fantasy world, where he can hang with me, the Impressive One. Well... reality says differently.
7:46 AM
We open on Amanda Banxxx, in all of her glory.
AMANDA: Oh Tommy Crimson, poor, poor simple minded fool. Look at you, you surround yourself in darkness, you're a god child of Charlie Manson, and somewhere in that little mind of yours you think you can beat my Joshie. Well, Charlie lived in a world of delusions, surrounded by his own twisted thoughts and aspirations.
It appears that you've inherited some of that madness. Poor thing. When Joshie ends you this Sunday, when he holds your very life in his hands, maybe then you'll realize that the world you live in, surrounded by the fantasy you've conjured up, is just that, a fantasy. Josh Woodrum is reality, and come Sunday, Josh Woodrum will once again be champion.
6:57 PM
We cut to Josh Woodrum, "Mister Impressive" as he stands in front of his own custom made backdrop.
JOSH: Brothers and sisters I stand before you today a changed man. A man who has seen it all, done it all and lived to tell the tale. Today I stand before you as a man who knows what it is like to walk in the valley of the shadow of death. I am a man who has been as down and low as a man can go, veins full of poison, lungs full of demon smoke, liver forever tarnished by the sweet taste of the devils brew.
But in that moment, the darkest moment of my life, I survived. I walked out of the fire, without blinking, and bathed myself in the light. And it was in that light that I discovered what kind of man I should be, and in the intervening years I have strived to achieve that level of greatness that I have set for myself.
Now in front of me stands a man who represents that darkness, who mocks the very things I stand for. Tommy Crimson, you mock me, you mock my history and legacy and you mock my God. Those my friend, are mistakes, they are cardinal sins in the Book of Woodrum. And the wages of those sins, are death.
Crimson, what an apropo name you have, because this Sunday you will be bathed in blood. No matter where the roulette wheel lands, no matter the brutality, the barbarity, the down right insanity we must face this Sunday, I am ready. I have battled demons, both metaphorical and real, and I stand before you today a man who has no fear.
Crimson, do me a favor, return the guyliner to hot topic, buy some acetone to remove the nail polish and buy some new brightly colored clothes. Ditch this whole look you have cultivated and try, in your final moments, try to gain some dignity.
You see Crimson, when you stood there, and mocked my God, you angered me. I have been many things in my life, a sinner of sinners, I have hated, I have promised the destruction of others. But never, never, have I mocked the creator. Sunday I will be his right hand of destruction, and you will feel his power, as it mingles with my power. That's right, the power of Josh-A-Mania fueled by the supernatural power of the Man Upstairs.
Crimson, you mock me as well. Call me old, washed up, a used toy cast to the side. Well, much like your "uncle Charlie" you seem to have a head crawling with delusions. Your sick little brain is full of madness, but I am the cure. I am the hot piping dose of reality, and this Sunday I will inject myself, my power, the power of JoshBottom right into your veins. And you my friend, will realize, that for years now you have lived, trapped by your delusions, a prisoner of your own twisted fantasy.
But fear not child, because I will open the pearly gates, and together we walk into the Promised Land.... And then I will slam your ass right back to the earth. You will fall from grace, and as you crawl around in the crater we have created, you will realize that Josh Woodrum isn't some washed up relic, some used up piece of crap. No he is instead everything he says he is.
You had some fun finding an impersonator, but this Sunday you'll be eye to eye, face to face with the real thing. Trust me my friend, this is the real deal and he is pissed. Sunday night, there will be an enlightening, a true moment of knowledge being acquired. You, Crimson, will realize that Heaven and Hell are real, and you are doomed to a life of knowing of one, and living in the other.
Sunday night, you will fall, I will raise, and with me I'll take the Roulette Championship. As for you? You will, with your dying breath, try to repent, try to beg for forgiveness. But none will come, not for you, not this day. Instead you will watch as I take the Roulette title to new heights, with my sweet Amanda by my side. Because you see, I, Crimson, am now and forever...
SIMPLY IMPRESSIVE!!!
With that we fade out.
7:46 AM
We open on Amanda Banxxx, in all of her glory.
AMANDA: Oh Tommy Crimson, poor, poor simple minded fool. Look at you, you surround yourself in darkness, you're a god child of Charlie Manson, and somewhere in that little mind of yours you think you can beat my Joshie. Well, Charlie lived in a world of delusions, surrounded by his own twisted thoughts and aspirations.
It appears that you've inherited some of that madness. Poor thing. When Joshie ends you this Sunday, when he holds your very life in his hands, maybe then you'll realize that the world you live in, surrounded by the fantasy you've conjured up, is just that, a fantasy. Josh Woodrum is reality, and come Sunday, Josh Woodrum will once again be champion.
6:57 PM
We cut to Josh Woodrum, "Mister Impressive" as he stands in front of his own custom made backdrop.
JOSH: Brothers and sisters I stand before you today a changed man. A man who has seen it all, done it all and lived to tell the tale. Today I stand before you as a man who knows what it is like to walk in the valley of the shadow of death. I am a man who has been as down and low as a man can go, veins full of poison, lungs full of demon smoke, liver forever tarnished by the sweet taste of the devils brew.
But in that moment, the darkest moment of my life, I survived. I walked out of the fire, without blinking, and bathed myself in the light. And it was in that light that I discovered what kind of man I should be, and in the intervening years I have strived to achieve that level of greatness that I have set for myself.
Now in front of me stands a man who represents that darkness, who mocks the very things I stand for. Tommy Crimson, you mock me, you mock my history and legacy and you mock my God. Those my friend, are mistakes, they are cardinal sins in the Book of Woodrum. And the wages of those sins, are death.
Crimson, what an apropo name you have, because this Sunday you will be bathed in blood. No matter where the roulette wheel lands, no matter the brutality, the barbarity, the down right insanity we must face this Sunday, I am ready. I have battled demons, both metaphorical and real, and I stand before you today a man who has no fear.
Crimson, do me a favor, return the guyliner to hot topic, buy some acetone to remove the nail polish and buy some new brightly colored clothes. Ditch this whole look you have cultivated and try, in your final moments, try to gain some dignity.
You see Crimson, when you stood there, and mocked my God, you angered me. I have been many things in my life, a sinner of sinners, I have hated, I have promised the destruction of others. But never, never, have I mocked the creator. Sunday I will be his right hand of destruction, and you will feel his power, as it mingles with my power. That's right, the power of Josh-A-Mania fueled by the supernatural power of the Man Upstairs.
Crimson, you mock me as well. Call me old, washed up, a used toy cast to the side. Well, much like your "uncle Charlie" you seem to have a head crawling with delusions. Your sick little brain is full of madness, but I am the cure. I am the hot piping dose of reality, and this Sunday I will inject myself, my power, the power of JoshBottom right into your veins. And you my friend, will realize, that for years now you have lived, trapped by your delusions, a prisoner of your own twisted fantasy.
But fear not child, because I will open the pearly gates, and together we walk into the Promised Land.... And then I will slam your ass right back to the earth. You will fall from grace, and as you crawl around in the crater we have created, you will realize that Josh Woodrum isn't some washed up relic, some used up piece of crap. No he is instead everything he says he is.
You had some fun finding an impersonator, but this Sunday you'll be eye to eye, face to face with the real thing. Trust me my friend, this is the real deal and he is pissed. Sunday night, there will be an enlightening, a true moment of knowledge being acquired. You, Crimson, will realize that Heaven and Hell are real, and you are doomed to a life of knowing of one, and living in the other.
Sunday night, you will fall, I will raise, and with me I'll take the Roulette Championship. As for you? You will, with your dying breath, try to repent, try to beg for forgiveness. But none will come, not for you, not this day. Instead you will watch as I take the Roulette title to new heights, with my sweet Amanda by my side. Because you see, I, Crimson, am now and forever...
SIMPLY IMPRESSIVE!!!
With that we fade out.
