Post by Shelly Taylor-Jones on Apr 23, 2009 17:39:50 GMT -6
“I saw the evil in men, I saw that within all men is a spark, a light that pushes them to be evil, but the most unbelievable thing to me was the fact that the greatest atrocities this world has ever seen were committed in the name of god...that is why to me...god is dead...”-Anton LaVay August 1975
Nero sits silently, his dead white eyes stare ahead, his face has no emotion, his hand reaches out and turns the page of an old looking book. The pages are tattered and torn, the paper yellow from the years, even the leather bound cover seems to be falling apart.
“Did you like my gift old one?. Did you enjoy it?, did the memories come flooding back?. Is it clear to you yet who I am?, is it clear what I can do?. But then again, maybe you’re too wrapped up in your issues to deal with lil old me right now, maybe you can’t even remember what I’m talking about. After all it was all very traumatic for you, some people say you may have even lost your mind, not like me though..I’m sane...completely sane....completely...sane....”
Nero pauses for a moment and stares out into space, after a moment he seems to snap back as if nothing happened
“But enough about our issue old blood, I have to acknowledge my victim..oh I’m sorry..I mean my opponent for Sunday. Mark Evil. Mark, are you tired yet?. Are you tired of being a joke?, are you tired of being a laughing stock?, are you tired of being laughed at?. Your actions while violent and depraved are just plain ridiculous. Kicking puppies, throwing kids into walls, your love for barbed wire?, attacking a crippled man in his home and then getting a fork stuck in your arm?, this is supposed to make us be scared of you and take you seriously?.....”
“I could talk about similar things to you Mark, I could mention that I want to gut you like a fish, and rip your entrails out through the hole. I got say I want to rip your eyes out from the sockets and squeeze until the juice and meat ooze between my fingers.”
Nero starts breathing heavily, even letting out a slow sexual moan, after a moment he calms himself down and tries to continue
“I could say things like that Mark but what would it do?, it’d do nothing, it’d just mean I made outlandish statement about things that won’t happen, it’d mean I just tried to make myself sound like some kind of monster, something you try and do day in and day out, but in reality you’re just a weak scared little boy who grew up into an overgrown Frankenstein’s monster. But then again maybe I’m wrong, maybe you are a true monster”
“After all I saw you trying to get help from a psychiatrist, but you shouldn’t do that Mark, it will just RIPOFF your emotions and take you to a dark ABYSS. You know what I want though Mark?, I want you to stop being a joke, I want you to do those evil, dark things to me, I want the barbed wire, I want the blood, I want the insides strewn about, I want everyone at home to know what real violence is, I want them to watch us and be shocked, please Mark, stop me, stop me before it starts, if you don’t then it will mean the end, more innocent blood will spill, a trail of broken, destroyed bodies will form, and NC will slowly wither and die, all of this in an effort to get to him, to beat him, to bring the true family back.....you have to stop me...you have to....you......have...to...”
Nero again fades off and stares forward, he breathes deep as his body slowly calms down.
“This Sunday, you better start to believe what you say, you better prove you are that monster, because if you are anything short of a brutal unforgiving psychopath, then you’ll lose, and you’ll lose more than the match mark...you’ll lose your soul, your identity.....you’ll be a broken shell...cause I’ll prove that you’re not evil, I’ll prove that you’re just a liar...and god...hates...liars....”
Nero starts to laugh, slowly at first, then a full bellied hysterical cackle as the scene fades
Nero sits silently, his dead white eyes stare ahead, his face has no emotion, his hand reaches out and turns the page of an old looking book. The pages are tattered and torn, the paper yellow from the years, even the leather bound cover seems to be falling apart.
“Did you like my gift old one?. Did you enjoy it?, did the memories come flooding back?. Is it clear to you yet who I am?, is it clear what I can do?. But then again, maybe you’re too wrapped up in your issues to deal with lil old me right now, maybe you can’t even remember what I’m talking about. After all it was all very traumatic for you, some people say you may have even lost your mind, not like me though..I’m sane...completely sane....completely...sane....”
Nero pauses for a moment and stares out into space, after a moment he seems to snap back as if nothing happened
“But enough about our issue old blood, I have to acknowledge my victim..oh I’m sorry..I mean my opponent for Sunday. Mark Evil. Mark, are you tired yet?. Are you tired of being a joke?, are you tired of being a laughing stock?, are you tired of being laughed at?. Your actions while violent and depraved are just plain ridiculous. Kicking puppies, throwing kids into walls, your love for barbed wire?, attacking a crippled man in his home and then getting a fork stuck in your arm?, this is supposed to make us be scared of you and take you seriously?.....”
“I could talk about similar things to you Mark, I could mention that I want to gut you like a fish, and rip your entrails out through the hole. I got say I want to rip your eyes out from the sockets and squeeze until the juice and meat ooze between my fingers.”
Nero starts breathing heavily, even letting out a slow sexual moan, after a moment he calms himself down and tries to continue
“I could say things like that Mark but what would it do?, it’d do nothing, it’d just mean I made outlandish statement about things that won’t happen, it’d mean I just tried to make myself sound like some kind of monster, something you try and do day in and day out, but in reality you’re just a weak scared little boy who grew up into an overgrown Frankenstein’s monster. But then again maybe I’m wrong, maybe you are a true monster”
“After all I saw you trying to get help from a psychiatrist, but you shouldn’t do that Mark, it will just RIPOFF your emotions and take you to a dark ABYSS. You know what I want though Mark?, I want you to stop being a joke, I want you to do those evil, dark things to me, I want the barbed wire, I want the blood, I want the insides strewn about, I want everyone at home to know what real violence is, I want them to watch us and be shocked, please Mark, stop me, stop me before it starts, if you don’t then it will mean the end, more innocent blood will spill, a trail of broken, destroyed bodies will form, and NC will slowly wither and die, all of this in an effort to get to him, to beat him, to bring the true family back.....you have to stop me...you have to....you......have...to...”
Nero again fades off and stares forward, he breathes deep as his body slowly calms down.
“This Sunday, you better start to believe what you say, you better prove you are that monster, because if you are anything short of a brutal unforgiving psychopath, then you’ll lose, and you’ll lose more than the match mark...you’ll lose your soul, your identity.....you’ll be a broken shell...cause I’ll prove that you’re not evil, I’ll prove that you’re just a liar...and god...hates...liars....”
Nero starts to laugh, slowly at first, then a full bellied hysterical cackle as the scene fades