Arent we all puppets and do Ghosts bleed?
Feb 24, 2018 16:28:39 GMT -5
Gravedigger and Torture like this
Post by Crimson Jayhawk on Feb 24, 2018 16:28:39 GMT -5
It’s close to midnight as a dog howls in the distance. No signs of life are detected as the scene opens inside a dark cabin on a hill just South of Alachua. Two silhouettes are seen in the windows as sinister laughter fills the darkened room.
Greed! Envy! Covetousness! These are only a few of the deadly sins humans encounter on a daily basis. Some scholars suggest the green eyed monster is behind it all. I think they are full of crap. Humans aren’t smart enough to know when their lives are no longer worth living.
The sound of a match striking a hard surface echoes slightly as the face of Crimson Jayhawk is barely visible to the naked eye. Standing beside him is the ravishing German Shannon Peabody. Her long brown hair is draped over her shoulder as a large black urn is sitting in her hands.
Why must one man live his life in the past? Does he believe living in the future is going to change anything? His mind is on a one way track to brokenheartsville if he continues with these asinine allegations about the sadistic warlord known as Crimson Jayhawk.
Crimson smirks while picking up a tiny puppet that looks an awful lot like Rossi. Crimson slowly drags his index finger across the naked sternum.
Charles Rossi, the current Action Wrestling Television Champion, said something about being a puppet master and how I am that puppet. How can that be Rossi? Before last week, you and I never crossed paths. In order to be a master over someone, wouldn’t you need multiple wins over that person. Up until last week, you never beat me. Last week, was just a case of dumb luck. Everyone who watched knows it was only a matter of time before I left with the gold. You had no answer for me Rossi. Which begs me to ask this question? Can you beat me a man who enjoys pain? Can you beat a man who finds pleasure in the misfortunes of others? I don’t think you can Rossi.
Shannon strokes the side of the urn like it was a cat as she lowers her gaze.
Aren’t we all puppets in some form?
The question she posed lingers in the air as Crimson lifts the puppet in his hands up a little higher.
Interesting question my dear. It’s one Rossi didn’t think I would ask nor did he think about my response to it. No, Rossi isn’t in control over me. The Mistress of Darkness has that title. I am a beacon of violence. I am the harbinger of chaos. No one holds me in the palm of their hand. Rossi has no earthly clue what awaits him on Monday. There is a reason everyone is running scared from me. There is a reason I have no emotions heading into this brawl that will ensue. Rossi thinks it’s a cakewalk. He will be disappointed when he realizes I am a fiend with evil intelligence. Even his fetish about wet dreams and telling everyone about his life will not protect him. 9 years I have been in this business. That’s a long enough time to read people. I see him as means to an end. Now Rossi, answer this question for me? What color is your blood? Do ghosts even bleed? Guess we will find out when your crimes of Jaywalking leads to a catastrophe. The eyes of the hawk are watching Rossi. Soon the beak and talons will be piercing your flesh. That belt will be mine.
Crimson smirks as he rips the head off the puppet. The scene begins fading to black.
Greed! Envy! Covetousness! These are only a few of the deadly sins humans encounter on a daily basis. Some scholars suggest the green eyed monster is behind it all. I think they are full of crap. Humans aren’t smart enough to know when their lives are no longer worth living.
The sound of a match striking a hard surface echoes slightly as the face of Crimson Jayhawk is barely visible to the naked eye. Standing beside him is the ravishing German Shannon Peabody. Her long brown hair is draped over her shoulder as a large black urn is sitting in her hands.
Why must one man live his life in the past? Does he believe living in the future is going to change anything? His mind is on a one way track to brokenheartsville if he continues with these asinine allegations about the sadistic warlord known as Crimson Jayhawk.
Crimson smirks while picking up a tiny puppet that looks an awful lot like Rossi. Crimson slowly drags his index finger across the naked sternum.
Charles Rossi, the current Action Wrestling Television Champion, said something about being a puppet master and how I am that puppet. How can that be Rossi? Before last week, you and I never crossed paths. In order to be a master over someone, wouldn’t you need multiple wins over that person. Up until last week, you never beat me. Last week, was just a case of dumb luck. Everyone who watched knows it was only a matter of time before I left with the gold. You had no answer for me Rossi. Which begs me to ask this question? Can you beat me a man who enjoys pain? Can you beat a man who finds pleasure in the misfortunes of others? I don’t think you can Rossi.
Shannon strokes the side of the urn like it was a cat as she lowers her gaze.
Aren’t we all puppets in some form?
The question she posed lingers in the air as Crimson lifts the puppet in his hands up a little higher.
Interesting question my dear. It’s one Rossi didn’t think I would ask nor did he think about my response to it. No, Rossi isn’t in control over me. The Mistress of Darkness has that title. I am a beacon of violence. I am the harbinger of chaos. No one holds me in the palm of their hand. Rossi has no earthly clue what awaits him on Monday. There is a reason everyone is running scared from me. There is a reason I have no emotions heading into this brawl that will ensue. Rossi thinks it’s a cakewalk. He will be disappointed when he realizes I am a fiend with evil intelligence. Even his fetish about wet dreams and telling everyone about his life will not protect him. 9 years I have been in this business. That’s a long enough time to read people. I see him as means to an end. Now Rossi, answer this question for me? What color is your blood? Do ghosts even bleed? Guess we will find out when your crimes of Jaywalking leads to a catastrophe. The eyes of the hawk are watching Rossi. Soon the beak and talons will be piercing your flesh. That belt will be mine.
Crimson smirks as he rips the head off the puppet. The scene begins fading to black.