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Bright Lights, Dark Shadows
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Topic Started: Jul 28 2013, 03:48 AM (78 Views)
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Nightmare
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Jul 28 2013, 03:48 AM
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The Bastard of the Dreadfort.
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“Do you feel it Purity?”
We hear get asked from the darkness of the screen before we slowly roll into frame and find ourselves away from the setting of the ally we were in last night. It’s been a day, it’s been hours since Gavin made his initial video taunting Purity to a rage. As the feed slowly comes into frame we find ourselves inside the locker room of Nightmare, and the monster who created this sitting with a sick, shit eating grin to the camera. His hand taped from the broken bottle he punched into a wall and his wrestling gear on Gavin looks almost happy to be here.
“Do you feel that ball of white hate boiling in your stomach, that feeling in your throat where you just want to scream at the sky and curse the name of your creator for making me?”
Gavin chuckles to himself as he stands up from the bench he was sitting on and walks over to one of the many bottles of water sitting on a table near the wall.
“You’re easy to break down you know that beautiful? Your really easy to entice and really sucker into becoming a creation of anger and doubt. you see I heard what you said of me, and I heard the reaction you gave and I have to say I was pleasantly surprised that I was able to get into your head with a few simple words.”
Gavin chuckles again as he open the bottle of water and takes a nice, deep sip from it before he places it on the table.
“But your anger is going to get the best of you Purity; your whole idea that fighting me; not wrestling but actually trying to fight me is going to make me take back everything I said. But I can’t take them back, even with shattered teeth and a broken jaw these words will always burn into the back of your skull. And your anger, your drive to fight me and crush my throat and make me suffer like I want you to suffer is going to become the cause of your demise.”
“You see Purity unlike James Stall and Romeo Stylez I am a force that makes people become things they can never revert from. I am beyond good and evil and have become something that only the most clinically insane find in there darkest dreams. And your dreams, your hopes and goals of staying who you are after our match as fictitious as a Trevor Hyatt title run. I’d be a full to say that you and your title victory doesn’t bother me because well it does; but not because you won the belt. It’s because you didn’t defeat me for it.”
Gavin places his hands together and makes them into a ball before resting them up on his head and closing his eyes.
“And you know maybe your right, maybe I do want some attention. Maybe I do want people to notice me but its not for the fame and fortune that everyone wants and wishes to achieve. I do things Purity because I look at people like you, people like the Romeo’s and the Stall’s and I see people who never had to truly struggle to get where they are. I see you walk down the halls with a chip on your shoulder like you spent a lifetime to fight for where you are.”
“Purity I look at you and I see no scars from where barbwire ripped into your skin, I see no burns that never fully healed or cuts and scars that will last as long as you are living. People like you make me sick because at the end of the day you go home, you lay your heads down and you think that your world is perfect. But I make people think twice, I make your sweet dreams become bitter terrors because you and I both know that you didn’t deserve a thing. Your self-doubts and concerns that this is becoming too much are what you should be thinking my beautiful flower and soon before you know it you will be so far deep that not even a life boat could save you.”
Gavin releases his hands as he takes the bottle and takes another deep sip before he goes back to the bench near his locker.
“So Purity I give you one final chance to give up surrender your title to me and go onto Vindication 3 with the knowing that you will lose once more and become what you were destined to become.”
Gavin takes a swig from the bottle before tilting his head and pouring the rest of its contents over his head, the water beading and dripping from his jet black hair. Lifting ever so slowly we catch Gavin giving yet another sick, sadistic grin.
“A failure.”
Letting out a sick, deathly sounding chuckle we watch as Gavin stands up and looks straight into the camera, his cold dark eyes staring like death does at someone. His face not moving an inch before we hear a thud and with a crash the cameraman fall back and the camera crashing to the floor, the lens splintering and the feed quickly coming to an end.
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