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| Topic Started: Oct 22 2008, 02:03 PM (114 Views) | |
| "Psycho" Sam Attic | Oct 22 2008, 02:03 PM Post #1 |
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Life is often a jumbled mixture of what if’s, what could have beens and so many twists and turns that at the end of it all no one is quite sure what just happened. Those things are a given. What isn’t a given is those that make those niggling little turns and twists happen deliberately. The brothers stood watching, always watching. So what if their supposed worthy opponents had stepped off into a cemetery. What does it matter? After all, death is for the dead. Pain is indeed for the living so that the death is worth something. Isn’t that what the old theory is? Watching patiently, they listened to what was being filmed for no ones amusement other than this team called Beautiful Agony. It wasn’t anything that hadn’t been said or intimated before and no doubt will not be done to death again. Jakob had a sneer on his face. He was still boiling with rage and so very close to snapping. He had somehow forgotten to take his meds which only made things worse. Ezra on the other hand wasn’t on any meds, he was just plain crazy. That made for a duo that was worthy of being very cautious around. Having watched their futile attempt at making a point, the brothers merely shrugged and stepped back into the small tree line that ringed the cemetery. With a few hours time it was dark and now it was time to gather the thoughts that had been racing around their minds and speak them aloud, at least the ones that would be able to be broadcast. Jakob: It is said that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Yet what you have attempted to do is not flattering. It is lame and weak. It was a last grasp of someone that is at a loss for a reply to what we can say and do. That isn’t the slightest bit flattering. It is pathetic. That makes you pathetic. Ezra let a small sound that was sure to seem like a laugh, instead it came out as a grunt of someone that was not amused in any way. He tossed a small bag on the ground and watches as his brother nodded as he continued speaking. Jakob: I have this urge to merely hunt you down, beat you to a bloody mass and say that it never happened. If I did that then there would be no point to the match. So for the moment you two are safe. But what I intend to do is expose your failings at telling a story when that story is not something you have really experienced. Lost at my words? Then sit back and make yourself comfortable because this will take a while. Ezra: Especially since we don’t speak retard. A sneer showed quickly and faded as quickly on Jakobs face. Jakob: Now for your brief bit of illumination. You see Havok and you as well Monroe, your tail is close to the truth, in what ways I will not say. But you are weak at the telling of a story. It had no real passion. If anything it was put together as a futile attempt at matching ours. Sadly, you have to have a real intelligence in order to make it come across as more than what I have already said about it. With that in mind, perhaps a few visual aids would assist you in getting the point. Ezra opened the bag and grinned in that way that said something was just not right in his head. Ezra: (pulling a dark shape from the bag) It is a real simple thing in life to want to point out the things you have done in the past. That’s called bragging or in most cases reminiscing. We don’t want to do that so we won’t go into the years of past encounters we have had with others in fights or supposed matches. After all, those things are in the past and cannot help now. At least in a physicality. As for experience, well, that always comes in handy. So tell us oh great BA, do you have the experience we do? Of course not. Do you have the skills we do? Of course not. So instead you try to intimidate someone with a little pu**y and a couple of rodents? Please, try again and next time, make it worth listening to. Jakob held the black mass in his hand and looked up into the night sky as he slowly unwrapped it. Jakob: You two have no real clue what it is to be dark. I am not talking about talking about it or walking through life thinking you are. I am talking about being it. I am talking about being so dark that you feel dead inside. That there is no joy, no spark of light or the slightest shred of decency left. For you, well there is hope, all you have to do is get off that little menstrual cycle you ride and get a set. But then again, it may be too late for you. After all one tends to associate with those things that help define you. So while you hang around with bitch and a pu**y, well that says what you are. Amazing fact that is. Sarcasm oozing from his words, he held up his hand showing what he had uncovered. Jakob: This is a head, does it shock you? It shouldn’t. Death comes to us all in the end, it is how you meet it that matters. This head belonged to a father something or other. In his world his body will come back at the end of times and be given his reward. Holding the head, he smashed his hands together and the skull splintered and the blackened brain inside splattered on him and into the air and onto the ground. Jakob: Hard to come back and see what your reward is when you have no head. Ezra let out a yelp of sound that bordered on the glee an insane person would when given a victim to torture. Ezra: (holding his own piece of something spoke) Many describe everything with words like intestinal fortitude, strength and heart. But no one really knows what it takes down deep inside to rise to the occasions of torment and pain. But say it’s a heart like the one I have. What if you don’t have it? Will you still struggle to prevail in a battle? What if the old saying was true? The one that goes something like ‘you have a piece of my heart’. What if? Taking the heart, he grins and literally licks his lips as he bites into it. The blackened muscle makes a soft squishing sound as he sinks his teeth into it. The fluids running off his chin and made his face look missing with the darkness of it. Jakob: And finally, we come to one point that no one seems willing to dispel. What is it about testicles or balls or nuts or whatever you want to call them that makes someone think they have what it takes to withstand an onslaught of battle? Do you take them out and slap someone with them? Do they pull the trigger on a weapon? Do they wield a sword? Do they do anything other than suck up inside your body when you’re afraid? The simple and plain answer is no. But instead of talking about that, perhaps, since you are known to associate with those that speak about who you are, then we should talk about these. Holding up a lump of flesh, it is an ovary. Jakob: You two want to be men, really it is obvious, right down to the crotchless panties you wear. So here is an ovary. I thought that you would identify with it more than testicles. After all you would have to have some to know anything about them. So now I ask, which of you is the Dyke and which is the bitch. I think you are both bitches and the dike is Tatum. Of course that is just what I think and of course I am the only one to say where you can hear it. I don’t play this politically correct crap. I say what is obvious. And more than anything else, what is obvious is that you are clueless. Totally clueless. We are not coming to that ring to compare holds, moves or weapons skills. We are coming to take you apart and leave you lying in a pool of blood. We don’t care whether we are in pain or causing it. WE just don’t care. Can you say that? Can you say it will make your day if you walk out? What if you don’t? What if it isn’t a battle to see who wins but is instead a battle to see who survives? Can you deal with that? I don’t think you can. I know you can’t to say it plainly for you. So now what more can be said other than get ready for a war that you cannot win. Tossing the ovary away, he turns to Ezra and watches as he has started making the heart dance in his hand. His fingers making it through the heart and looked like legs. He was making it walk along his arm. Ezra: Hey Beautiful Asswipes, have a heart and show up ready to fight. Laughing as he shook the heart off his hand, he turned and followed his brother into the trees and deeper into the darkness. |
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