Post by Maniac on Oct 21, 2010 19:37:00 GMT -6
{ It seemed like an eternity had passed before Chris stammered out... }
"Your pregnant? How? When?"[/color]
"About six weeks ago..."[/color]
{ Chris turned and sat down hard in the near by arm chair, resting his face in the palms of his hands. }
"Oh my god..."[/color]
"Chris, I need to know if your still in there."[/color]
{ He looks up at her. }
"I need you to snap out of whatever this is, this whole 'Maniac' persona and I need you to be the man I love... I... I can forgive you... For whatever you've done to Terran... But I'll be damned if your going to do to this child what you've done to my son and I... I'd... I'd sooner just get rid of it..."[/color]
{ Chris' eyes lit up and he all but flew out of the chair. Rayne tried to not look afraid as Chris backed her into a corner, glaring at her with cold eyes. }
"You'd sooner get rid of my child? You'd sooner abort my child? You do not have a choice Sandy, that child belongs to US, not you. And if you think you will get to decide it's fate, you are sorely mistaken."[/color]
{ Rayne had no where to go but she wasn't going to back down. }
"You can intimidate me all you like, I'm not afraid of you."[/color]
*SLAM!*
{ Chris' fist crashed through the sheet rock wall next to her head. }
"You will be if you know whats good for you."[/color]
{ He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her in against his chest. }
"Now that that's settled, how about Mommy and Daddy go make up in the other room?"[/color]
"Get off of me Chris! Let me go right now!"[/color]
{ Chris took a fist full of her hair and forced her to kiss him, she tried to fight it but he was just too strong. He began to kiss down the sides of her neck while she struggled in his arms. }
"Gabriel... Is going to stop you.... You WILL NOT GET AWAY WITH THIS!!!"[/color]
{ Chris stopped kissing her neck and smiled.}
"The priest? Hehe.... hehehe.... hehehe.... BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I'D LIKE TO SEE HIM TRY!!!![/color]
{ Chris pushed her back against the wall and began laughing even harder as she threw a couple of fists at him, all of which just bounced right off his chest. }
"Sorry to break it to you Sandy, NO ONE CAN STOP ME!!!! Not you. Not Karras. And certainly not my baby boy Honcho. Each and every one of you are free to try... HAHAHAHA!!! Just don't say I didn't warn you... YOUR ALL GOING TO FAIL!!!"[/color]
{ Rayne almost got past him but Chris grabbed her by the right arm and pulled her back to him. She fought some more but he ignored her attempts at hurting him as he forced his mouth onto hers, then onto her neck. He scooped her up into his arms, cradling her like a child and she finally just gave up, this fight was over, she was his now and he carried her away into the dark inner realm of the house...}
*Sometime later*
{ The only thing you see before you is the empty mask of Maniac sitting atop a hard wood table. }
"When will all of you learn that resistance is futile? A wasted effort. Fighting me will get you nothing and no where fast. You see, I am unlike any other threat before me and for that simple reason you do not know how to combat me. Most men enter this business looking for titles, money, fame... Most men enter wrestling simply for the materialistic reason... They want more of what they don't already have... And by treating me like I'm anything like them is to admit defeat already. My mission doesn't begin and end as dictated by a bell. I will not stop once I have one, two or ten title belts, all the money in the world couldn't deter me. And because you think they will, because you think I'm anything like them, you will not be able to stop me."[/color]
{ Two hands grab the mask and pull it away, leaving us with only a shot of the top of the hard wood table and the dark wall behind it. }
"Take my son Mike for instance. He thinks if he defeats me in that ring Sunday it's going to prove something. Tell me son, what will beating me prove? That you can go move for move with your old man? Or maybe it'll prove your right and I'm not your father under this mask? Come on now, out with it, what will you gain from my defeat?
"Nothing."
"You'll get a win, possibly one of the biggest in your career, but outside of that you will have accomplished nothing. My power is not in the mask. My mission is not in the mask. With or without it, Maniac will live on and I will continue to rip lives apart one at a time. So think about that Mike. Think about what your going to do out there under 'honor' rules, and think about whether that's really going to be enough for you... If your anything like me then it will not."
"Winning doesn't satisfy you like it does others. Losing only increases your determination. Titles just don't hold the same value. The only thing that calms your soul and slows your heart is that moment inside or outside of the ring when... When the person next to you realizes their life is in the palm of your hands... Atleast... That's how I feel... And if you are of my blood like your Mother claims, then you will feel the exact same way."[/color]
{ The angle shifts and gets a little shaky for a second before we refocus on the now masked face of Maniac. His eyes are black behind the mask, his breathe is slow and steady. }
"Win or lose, I'm not going to stop son. Your belt, that nCw has forced you to put on the line, does not interest me. All I want out of this match is to give you a choice. And it's a simple choice for a simple man. Take the mask which I have provided for you, take your place at my side, stand with me as my son and together we will steam roll this company. Together we will bring nCw to it's knees. Then you can have anything you want. The world title which was stolen from you? Yours. All the women one could ask for? Yours. Mike, join me and you will be a God among men."[/color]
{ The eye holes in mask went dark because he closed his eyes. }
"Or continue this ridiculous fight against me and I promise you Mike, it will be the end of your miserable career."
"Don't think because you are my son I will hesitate to annihilate you. I love the blood within, I do not much care for the man it courses through. So, what will it be Mike, join me and have the world handed to you on a silver platter or go to an early grave? I'll be honest... I kind of hope you chose to fight... I kind of hope you decide to stand up for yourself... I kind of hope you find the nut sack god gave you and take me on... I've always wondered what it would be like to fight someone so much like me... Rob was good, but he isn't really my blood brother... But you... Your MY son... Your MY seed... Your MY blood... You could give me just the fight I'm looking for..."[/color]
{ His eyes open again. }
"You could be exactly what I need to make me feel alive again. Since I returned it's felt like I've been in neutral, just waiting for someone, anyone to give me a reason to shift gears. Rob failed. Holland failed. Holliday failed. Are you going to fail to Mike? Are you going to be just another statistic? Just another notch in the win/loss column? Or are you going to take this beyond the boundaries of some match? Are you going to fight me like your life is on the line? Are you going to be the man I know you could be?"
"Be that man Mike. Fight me Mike. Give me everything. Look inside, remember the pain of growing up as a lonely child with no father. Remember what it was like all those years. Feel and embrace the rage. Come at me like a man possessed, ready to kill and maybe, just maybe..."[/color]
{ Maniac grabs the camera and pulls it in for a face to face. }
"I'll let you walk away."[/color]
{ He throws it back and the camera drops on the ground, going to static... }
"Your pregnant? How? When?"[/color]
"About six weeks ago..."[/color]
{ Chris turned and sat down hard in the near by arm chair, resting his face in the palms of his hands. }
"Oh my god..."[/color]
"Chris, I need to know if your still in there."[/color]
{ He looks up at her. }
"I need you to snap out of whatever this is, this whole 'Maniac' persona and I need you to be the man I love... I... I can forgive you... For whatever you've done to Terran... But I'll be damned if your going to do to this child what you've done to my son and I... I'd... I'd sooner just get rid of it..."[/color]
{ Chris' eyes lit up and he all but flew out of the chair. Rayne tried to not look afraid as Chris backed her into a corner, glaring at her with cold eyes. }
"You'd sooner get rid of my child? You'd sooner abort my child? You do not have a choice Sandy, that child belongs to US, not you. And if you think you will get to decide it's fate, you are sorely mistaken."[/color]
{ Rayne had no where to go but she wasn't going to back down. }
"You can intimidate me all you like, I'm not afraid of you."[/color]
*SLAM!*
{ Chris' fist crashed through the sheet rock wall next to her head. }
"You will be if you know whats good for you."[/color]
{ He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her in against his chest. }
"Now that that's settled, how about Mommy and Daddy go make up in the other room?"[/color]
"Get off of me Chris! Let me go right now!"[/color]
{ Chris took a fist full of her hair and forced her to kiss him, she tried to fight it but he was just too strong. He began to kiss down the sides of her neck while she struggled in his arms. }
"Gabriel... Is going to stop you.... You WILL NOT GET AWAY WITH THIS!!!"[/color]
{ Chris stopped kissing her neck and smiled.}
"The priest? Hehe.... hehehe.... hehehe.... BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I'D LIKE TO SEE HIM TRY!!!![/color]
{ Chris pushed her back against the wall and began laughing even harder as she threw a couple of fists at him, all of which just bounced right off his chest. }
"Sorry to break it to you Sandy, NO ONE CAN STOP ME!!!! Not you. Not Karras. And certainly not my baby boy Honcho. Each and every one of you are free to try... HAHAHAHA!!! Just don't say I didn't warn you... YOUR ALL GOING TO FAIL!!!"[/color]
{ Rayne almost got past him but Chris grabbed her by the right arm and pulled her back to him. She fought some more but he ignored her attempts at hurting him as he forced his mouth onto hers, then onto her neck. He scooped her up into his arms, cradling her like a child and she finally just gave up, this fight was over, she was his now and he carried her away into the dark inner realm of the house...}
*Sometime later*
{ The only thing you see before you is the empty mask of Maniac sitting atop a hard wood table. }
"When will all of you learn that resistance is futile? A wasted effort. Fighting me will get you nothing and no where fast. You see, I am unlike any other threat before me and for that simple reason you do not know how to combat me. Most men enter this business looking for titles, money, fame... Most men enter wrestling simply for the materialistic reason... They want more of what they don't already have... And by treating me like I'm anything like them is to admit defeat already. My mission doesn't begin and end as dictated by a bell. I will not stop once I have one, two or ten title belts, all the money in the world couldn't deter me. And because you think they will, because you think I'm anything like them, you will not be able to stop me."[/color]
{ Two hands grab the mask and pull it away, leaving us with only a shot of the top of the hard wood table and the dark wall behind it. }
"Take my son Mike for instance. He thinks if he defeats me in that ring Sunday it's going to prove something. Tell me son, what will beating me prove? That you can go move for move with your old man? Or maybe it'll prove your right and I'm not your father under this mask? Come on now, out with it, what will you gain from my defeat?
"Nothing."
"You'll get a win, possibly one of the biggest in your career, but outside of that you will have accomplished nothing. My power is not in the mask. My mission is not in the mask. With or without it, Maniac will live on and I will continue to rip lives apart one at a time. So think about that Mike. Think about what your going to do out there under 'honor' rules, and think about whether that's really going to be enough for you... If your anything like me then it will not."
"Winning doesn't satisfy you like it does others. Losing only increases your determination. Titles just don't hold the same value. The only thing that calms your soul and slows your heart is that moment inside or outside of the ring when... When the person next to you realizes their life is in the palm of your hands... Atleast... That's how I feel... And if you are of my blood like your Mother claims, then you will feel the exact same way."[/color]
{ The angle shifts and gets a little shaky for a second before we refocus on the now masked face of Maniac. His eyes are black behind the mask, his breathe is slow and steady. }
"Win or lose, I'm not going to stop son. Your belt, that nCw has forced you to put on the line, does not interest me. All I want out of this match is to give you a choice. And it's a simple choice for a simple man. Take the mask which I have provided for you, take your place at my side, stand with me as my son and together we will steam roll this company. Together we will bring nCw to it's knees. Then you can have anything you want. The world title which was stolen from you? Yours. All the women one could ask for? Yours. Mike, join me and you will be a God among men."[/color]
{ The eye holes in mask went dark because he closed his eyes. }
"Or continue this ridiculous fight against me and I promise you Mike, it will be the end of your miserable career."
"Don't think because you are my son I will hesitate to annihilate you. I love the blood within, I do not much care for the man it courses through. So, what will it be Mike, join me and have the world handed to you on a silver platter or go to an early grave? I'll be honest... I kind of hope you chose to fight... I kind of hope you decide to stand up for yourself... I kind of hope you find the nut sack god gave you and take me on... I've always wondered what it would be like to fight someone so much like me... Rob was good, but he isn't really my blood brother... But you... Your MY son... Your MY seed... Your MY blood... You could give me just the fight I'm looking for..."[/color]
{ His eyes open again. }
"You could be exactly what I need to make me feel alive again. Since I returned it's felt like I've been in neutral, just waiting for someone, anyone to give me a reason to shift gears. Rob failed. Holland failed. Holliday failed. Are you going to fail to Mike? Are you going to be just another statistic? Just another notch in the win/loss column? Or are you going to take this beyond the boundaries of some match? Are you going to fight me like your life is on the line? Are you going to be the man I know you could be?"
"Be that man Mike. Fight me Mike. Give me everything. Look inside, remember the pain of growing up as a lonely child with no father. Remember what it was like all those years. Feel and embrace the rage. Come at me like a man possessed, ready to kill and maybe, just maybe..."[/color]
{ Maniac grabs the camera and pulls it in for a face to face. }
"I'll let you walk away."[/color]
{ He throws it back and the camera drops on the ground, going to static... }