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Whatever Makes You Hate Me
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Topic Started: Jul 27 2013, 03:16 AM (69 Views)
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Nightmare
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Jul 27 2013, 03:16 AM
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The Bastard of the Dreadfort.
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“Do I have the attention of everyone yet; or does someone else need to suffer for your idea of entertainment?”
We hear Gavin say as we slowly roll into frame, no grand cityscape fly over or beauty shots of some hidden corner of a park untouched by the filthy masses of the human plague. No we slowly roll into frame and we find Gavin sitting alone in some ally in New York; the streets lay dark with only the light of the street lamp nearby the illuminate the area. The sounds of rats and mice in trash cans are only muffled by the sounds of cats jumping and crashing in after them. As Gavin just sits there, his head covered by the hood of a black pull-over sweatshirt we can almost make out his face, his sick grin worn on his face like a badge of honor.
“It pained me last week when I wasn’t included in the festivities in New Jersey, not being able to ruin our rosters lives was a burden almost too heavy to wear. But I hope I didn’t disappoint you Adam, I hope you loved my little video of lifestyles of the broken and infamous. Your father truly was a great sport to take such a beating, breaking him was almost as easy as beating you.”
We watch as Gavin pulls a glass bottle and takes a sip before placing it back down at his side.
“Adam I know you want to do thing to me, sick things that only I could ever dream of but I want to give you an olive branch. I want to reach out and say that I am sorry that your own blood and flesh was just a disappointment.”
“I mean I’ve heard about the sleepless nights and empty sighs you left at his bedside and it must of pained to see that the proof is in the genetics. That even the man that crated you couldn’t stop me, that his fate is well a pre-written image of what will happen to you if you continue to fight me like I am a plague.”
Pausing once more we watch as Gavin pulls the bottle back up and takes another sip before with a clank he places it back down.
“But Adam you are neither my opponent nor are my mindset for this upcoming week; but rather I have the chance to regain something that was taken from me. I have the chance to take back the North American Championship and bring honor and prestige back to the division. Bring back the days where women were neither champions nor main fronts of the company.”
“You see six weeks ago when I was getting ready to defend that title I saw the threats that Trevor and Adam were to me; I saw them as contenders. Purity however in my eyes wasn’t as big of a threat, fuck she still isn’t a threat since she is riding into this battle with nothing more but hype and an Asian to keep her moving forward.”
Lifting himself up we watch as Gavin takes the bottle off the ground and takes another swig.
“You see Purity it’s no real secret I don’t like you; but don’t take it personal because I hate just about everyone and there shadows. But you…you have something that belongs to me and I would really like to have it back. I would love to not hurt you because I know you have a big match with Stall and Romeo at Vindication 3, and I would love to see you make it there so someone else can play bad guy when they break your fucking neck and send you back to the kitchen where you should have never left.”
We watch as Gavin grins as he takes another sip from the bottle.
“But if you wish to fight, wish to bring such heartache and trouble into your life then I have no problem becoming the creator of such distress. Because like it or not Purity everything they say about me is true, the things I do aren’t for shock value or to become noticed they are done to send messages. People hate me because I do things they wish they could do, in the darkest sections of people’s minds from Lana to even yourself I have done something to someone that you have only dreamt about in a wet dream. I make people suffer because suffering is the only way to know you’re still alive.”
“And if you wish to fight me then the suffering you will face will transcend this match, each punch and strike will haunt your memory like a dagger stabbing you in the ribs when you sleep. Your fears will become phobias and you will become a shell of your former self Purity. And this isn’t just be blowing smoke or talking of things I would wish to do because well I can do these things. Look at Bombtrack and tell me that since he tried to save me he hasn’t been the same person; look at Adam and tell me that I haven’t become the desire of his rage. People talk about you being this tough woman, this strong figure that is long needed for woman in our industry. But truth be told you are nothing more then the sacrificial lamb in a war you cannot win.”
We watch as Gavin takes one final swig of the bottle before he punches the wall behind him, the glass shattering and splintering to the ground as we see blood begin to seep from the wound. But Gavin didn’t give a fuck, he couldn’t care less because the pain made him happy, and the pain caused him to grin as he makes a fist, the glass shifting and crushing as he looks at the camera.
“So give me the best you have Purity because win or lose you can’t defeat me; and deep down you know this. So tell Lana, tell your family, tell everyone that you may not make it to Vindication 3 because you were given your last rights by the blood soaked hand by me.”
We watch as Gavin unclenches his fist and goes to walk away but stops one final time.
“I can’t wait to see you Sunday my precious little flower, so I can make you swallow your fucking teeth and hear you beg for it to end.”
And on those words we see Gavin re-adjust the hood before he walks out into the darkness of the alleyway. The trail of dripping blood from his hand slowly disappearing as the shadows grow darker and darker. A moment later we see Gavin, his silhouette, and the dripping blood disappears from the screen, the feed quickly ending a moment later.
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