Post by Jack Jones on Jun 28, 2018 13:41:55 GMT -5
There is a man at the bar. He is wearing a black suit black tie, black shirt. But his face is pale white like that of an albino man. He looks at me with his head a bit lowered, he smiles, something I have not seen before. A smile that a rabid dog might make when it spots a wounded animal. He takes a drink of whatever he is drinking.
For a moment I don't know if I am dreaming or in reality. I am not the type to enter bars. I am not the type to drink. I don't know why I came in here. But as I look at the man in white dressed in black I realize, I am out of my depth. I should not be here. I look around and I see maybe 7 or 8 people in here. Thursday night, it seems about right. There is a bartender behind the bar, fat bald, reading a newspaper. He seems to not really care what goes on in the bar and care even less why the man in white and black is smiling.
The man in black stands up and screams, I am the true face of Louis Cypher!
And with that I wake up. I smile. And for a moment I wonder if that was some sort of voodoo that Cypher picked up along the way. Well it doesn't matter. I am awake now. Wide awake. And I don't scare easily not by dreams, not by real life.
But it would seem Cypher is getting on in age. His promo was directed at Emerson. I found that funny. Maybe it was just wishful thinking? Wishing he would face Emerson instead of me? But wishes are for children. Voodoo is for idiots. And evil is just something we say when we don't wish to use real words for aholes like Cypher.
So come on Cypher do your worst. I am waiting. And at Titans there will be no more hiding, no more casting spells, or reading names of demons. It’ll be just you and me in that squared circle. And you will know when the match is over because the ref will be holding up my arm as he gives me the SFT World title once more.
You can pray to whoever you want, cast spells and curses, but all that wont help you. But losing to me at Titans isn't something you should be too worried about. You need to worry about your soul. Because we both know where you are headed. And where you are headed isn't what you think it is. Burning in hell isn't cool, or mysterious. You’re gonna burn Cypher and you don't have to. You don't need to. But I think deep down you want to. I think in your head you think you deserve it, that maybe you’ve earned it. And maybe you have. After all the things you done to your life and family. Maybe hell is where you belong? Or maybe its just where you want to be? Or need to be? Whatever your situation is, I don't really care anymore.
All I care is taking that world title away from you and putting it back in better hands. My hands to be exact. That is all. That is my one and only goal right now.
(Jack gets up and gets ready for his day)
Enough is enough.
Fade to light
For a moment I don't know if I am dreaming or in reality. I am not the type to enter bars. I am not the type to drink. I don't know why I came in here. But as I look at the man in white dressed in black I realize, I am out of my depth. I should not be here. I look around and I see maybe 7 or 8 people in here. Thursday night, it seems about right. There is a bartender behind the bar, fat bald, reading a newspaper. He seems to not really care what goes on in the bar and care even less why the man in white and black is smiling.
The man in black stands up and screams, I am the true face of Louis Cypher!
And with that I wake up. I smile. And for a moment I wonder if that was some sort of voodoo that Cypher picked up along the way. Well it doesn't matter. I am awake now. Wide awake. And I don't scare easily not by dreams, not by real life.
But it would seem Cypher is getting on in age. His promo was directed at Emerson. I found that funny. Maybe it was just wishful thinking? Wishing he would face Emerson instead of me? But wishes are for children. Voodoo is for idiots. And evil is just something we say when we don't wish to use real words for aholes like Cypher.
So come on Cypher do your worst. I am waiting. And at Titans there will be no more hiding, no more casting spells, or reading names of demons. It’ll be just you and me in that squared circle. And you will know when the match is over because the ref will be holding up my arm as he gives me the SFT World title once more.
You can pray to whoever you want, cast spells and curses, but all that wont help you. But losing to me at Titans isn't something you should be too worried about. You need to worry about your soul. Because we both know where you are headed. And where you are headed isn't what you think it is. Burning in hell isn't cool, or mysterious. You’re gonna burn Cypher and you don't have to. You don't need to. But I think deep down you want to. I think in your head you think you deserve it, that maybe you’ve earned it. And maybe you have. After all the things you done to your life and family. Maybe hell is where you belong? Or maybe its just where you want to be? Or need to be? Whatever your situation is, I don't really care anymore.
All I care is taking that world title away from you and putting it back in better hands. My hands to be exact. That is all. That is my one and only goal right now.
(Jack gets up and gets ready for his day)
Enough is enough.
Fade to light
