Post by Bannedingo on Jan 26, 2008 3:46:51 GMT -6
*the camera fades in to Vertigo sitting in a dark room watching the end of Jamie Ryan's promo with a look of pure disgust on his face. he looks toward the camera and raises one eyebrow. the scar on his forehead has begun to coagulate and there are still small bloody smears around the scar. he grabs a bottle of water and takes a long drink. finally Vertigo begins to speak*
Vertigo: poor poor mortals, you fail to see. I'm not the one who has nothing. truthfully.. you have nothing. worldly possessions are worth nothing if you dwell on them. i no longer need Ms. Redmond in my life. she no longer means a thing to me. sexual intercourse is of no point or pleasure. the only time i feel pleasure is when i make someone bleed.. and how convenient. in a mere few hours I'll be in a violent brutal war with you, that will end with you and your whore in a pool of your own blood. I'm doing you a favor really, with all the diseases Cassandra must have you should glue a bio hazard sticker to her vagina.
*Vertigo reaches into his bag and grabs a huge piece of broken glass*
Vertigo: what i find hilarious most of all is your mocking of my god-given title. you fake a little heart attack and declare yourself the second coming of that easter bunny character you call Jesus Christ. I'll tell you right now that his 10 commandments are bull****. there are only 3 true commandments, as made by me. your new messiah.
Commandment One - Thou Shall Cause Extreme Bodily Harm
Commandment Two - Thou Shall Kill All Who Question My Power
Commandment Three - Thou Shall Drink And Do Drugs.
*Vertigo grasps the piece of glass tightly in his hand and licks his own blood dripping from the pointed down sharp end before crushing the glass into dust and throwing it into the camera's lens*
Vertigo: oh yes, before i forget. Jamie.. are you aware of your mother's actions in the locker room? she attempted quite a feat a few days before you arrived. she literally tried to give every male roster member head. one after the other, oh your fake god!. you should have seen the line. oddly that was the same night Bukakke Man arrived. i myself turned her down, for the love of your fake god i saw a few guys bleeding afterward. i see why Lance left you in your mother's diseased rotten womb so many years ago. also, you being with Cassandra proves one heavily debated fact. men DO try to marry women like their mothers! because she is just as bad.
*Vertigo brushes his hair out of his face and slicks it back with his blood.*
Vertigo: now, as it pertains to last week. why did i help my brothers Trent and Steve defeat Davey and Jack? because I'm just as tired as my brothers of people like them main eventing every fake god forsaken week!! it just sped up the inevitable. but i wasn't taking the chance of letting the lazy stars of yesterday beat the hard working stars of today and tomorrow. so i assisted my brothers.
*Vertigo stands up and grabs a coil of barbed wire. he looks down at it as f he was working on something wile talking*
Vertigo: and how dare you criticize me for striking my treacherous whore of a ex wife! that heathen had it coming when she came looking for me. don't you dare judge me for what i do! i am the messiah of ultraviolence! i can only bring justice to this hell hole society we live in!
*Vertigo continues to work with the barbed wire until he smiles and raises the fruit of his painful labor into camera range. he holds in his bleeding dirty hands a crown made entirely out of barbed wire. he carefully places it on his head and cracks a evil grin. he then walks out of the room and the camera fades out*
*the camera fades back in to Vertigo standing in a huge old church with dust coating nearly everything around him. with him are three men who are cloaked in shadow. Vertigo looks more serious and he begins to speak*
Vertigo: the time to strike is soon. we will make them all pay for their sins against us. they all shall know the meaning of pain.. we strike next week...
*the shadowy figures disappear and Vertigo sits on the red carpeted steps leading up to a alter.*
Vertigo: now Jamie, as for your little "reality" checks. first off.. what is reality? no don't trouble your feeble mind because i already know. reality is what you make it and its not my fault you cant deal with my reality. but now I'll go on to your lies. first,you say my wife left me. in all honestly.. i left her. i left her for the sake of ultraviolence. and i do not regret it. Second, you say after two weeks your about to surpass me. but thats not because of your talent, all you have is a last name. trust me when i say this.. as soon as management realizes what small amount of skill you have in a vegetative state their going to flush you down the toilet back into the Indies like the untalented **** you are! you couldn't carry my jock with both hands.
*Vertigo adjusts his crown and licks some of the blood off his hands*
Vertigo: its all over for you Jamie. if you were smart you'd leave town with your tail between your legs and your slut on her back before tonight.. or make no mistake.. you will regret it,and thats not a threat.. thats the ultraviolent gospel!
*Vertigo smashes the camera with one direct punch to the lens and plunges the broadcast into earsplitting static*
Vertigo: poor poor mortals, you fail to see. I'm not the one who has nothing. truthfully.. you have nothing. worldly possessions are worth nothing if you dwell on them. i no longer need Ms. Redmond in my life. she no longer means a thing to me. sexual intercourse is of no point or pleasure. the only time i feel pleasure is when i make someone bleed.. and how convenient. in a mere few hours I'll be in a violent brutal war with you, that will end with you and your whore in a pool of your own blood. I'm doing you a favor really, with all the diseases Cassandra must have you should glue a bio hazard sticker to her vagina.
*Vertigo reaches into his bag and grabs a huge piece of broken glass*
Vertigo: what i find hilarious most of all is your mocking of my god-given title. you fake a little heart attack and declare yourself the second coming of that easter bunny character you call Jesus Christ. I'll tell you right now that his 10 commandments are bull****. there are only 3 true commandments, as made by me. your new messiah.
Commandment One - Thou Shall Cause Extreme Bodily Harm
Commandment Two - Thou Shall Kill All Who Question My Power
Commandment Three - Thou Shall Drink And Do Drugs.
*Vertigo grasps the piece of glass tightly in his hand and licks his own blood dripping from the pointed down sharp end before crushing the glass into dust and throwing it into the camera's lens*
Vertigo: oh yes, before i forget. Jamie.. are you aware of your mother's actions in the locker room? she attempted quite a feat a few days before you arrived. she literally tried to give every male roster member head. one after the other, oh your fake god!. you should have seen the line. oddly that was the same night Bukakke Man arrived. i myself turned her down, for the love of your fake god i saw a few guys bleeding afterward. i see why Lance left you in your mother's diseased rotten womb so many years ago. also, you being with Cassandra proves one heavily debated fact. men DO try to marry women like their mothers! because she is just as bad.
*Vertigo brushes his hair out of his face and slicks it back with his blood.*
Vertigo: now, as it pertains to last week. why did i help my brothers Trent and Steve defeat Davey and Jack? because I'm just as tired as my brothers of people like them main eventing every fake god forsaken week!! it just sped up the inevitable. but i wasn't taking the chance of letting the lazy stars of yesterday beat the hard working stars of today and tomorrow. so i assisted my brothers.
*Vertigo stands up and grabs a coil of barbed wire. he looks down at it as f he was working on something wile talking*
Vertigo: and how dare you criticize me for striking my treacherous whore of a ex wife! that heathen had it coming when she came looking for me. don't you dare judge me for what i do! i am the messiah of ultraviolence! i can only bring justice to this hell hole society we live in!
*Vertigo continues to work with the barbed wire until he smiles and raises the fruit of his painful labor into camera range. he holds in his bleeding dirty hands a crown made entirely out of barbed wire. he carefully places it on his head and cracks a evil grin. he then walks out of the room and the camera fades out*
*the camera fades back in to Vertigo standing in a huge old church with dust coating nearly everything around him. with him are three men who are cloaked in shadow. Vertigo looks more serious and he begins to speak*
Vertigo: the time to strike is soon. we will make them all pay for their sins against us. they all shall know the meaning of pain.. we strike next week...
*the shadowy figures disappear and Vertigo sits on the red carpeted steps leading up to a alter.*
Vertigo: now Jamie, as for your little "reality" checks. first off.. what is reality? no don't trouble your feeble mind because i already know. reality is what you make it and its not my fault you cant deal with my reality. but now I'll go on to your lies. first,you say my wife left me. in all honestly.. i left her. i left her for the sake of ultraviolence. and i do not regret it. Second, you say after two weeks your about to surpass me. but thats not because of your talent, all you have is a last name. trust me when i say this.. as soon as management realizes what small amount of skill you have in a vegetative state their going to flush you down the toilet back into the Indies like the untalented **** you are! you couldn't carry my jock with both hands.
*Vertigo adjusts his crown and licks some of the blood off his hands*
Vertigo: its all over for you Jamie. if you were smart you'd leave town with your tail between your legs and your slut on her back before tonight.. or make no mistake.. you will regret it,and thats not a threat.. thats the ultraviolent gospel!
*Vertigo smashes the camera with one direct punch to the lens and plunges the broadcast into earsplitting static*
