Post by Cyanide on Dec 13, 2008 14:44:30 GMT
The camera fuzzes up for a few seconds and then cuts backstage where Cyanide is sat half way up a narrow steep rickety wooden staircase. It leads up high to a small dark wooden door which is shut. The lighting in this room is very bright. The walls are a pastel shade of yellow but there are cracks and graffiti over it. The camera view shows Cyanide from his waist up and he is wearing long black robes, his face in shadow.
>>Cyanide<<
I can’t wait to take my hand and slap you Jeff Hardy, right across the face, you know why? Because you don’t have the balls to do anything back. And I love hearing the sound it makes against skin and the little squeal that comes from mouths like a schoolgirl with a grazed knee. You’re weak, both mentally and physically.
I want to batter you unmercifully and see you Jeff Hardy, begging for mercy, pleading for me to spare you. I like having that power, I like having that control. Do you know how much of a strange neighbourhood it is up in my mind? Well you’re all about to find out. You are all about to enter a very dangerous game with no rules and no boundaries. It’s a game you can’t win, even if you get the pinfall you pay the price of severe pain. And Jeff Hardy is first in line.
Unfortunately, one of you has to pay for my transgressions, one of you has to be my sacrificial lamb, one of you will be dragged to the slaughterhouse kicking and screaming and be ripped into pieces by the dream eater. I’m coming to maim all of you and prove a point to McMahon, I want him to witness this phenomenon. I have a destiny to fulfil. May your God have mercy on you all because I certainly won’t. The age of apocalypse is here.
Cyanide smiles sadistically, his eyes gleaming. The camera then fuzzes up again.
End RP
>>Cyanide<<
I can’t wait to take my hand and slap you Jeff Hardy, right across the face, you know why? Because you don’t have the balls to do anything back. And I love hearing the sound it makes against skin and the little squeal that comes from mouths like a schoolgirl with a grazed knee. You’re weak, both mentally and physically.
I want to batter you unmercifully and see you Jeff Hardy, begging for mercy, pleading for me to spare you. I like having that power, I like having that control. Do you know how much of a strange neighbourhood it is up in my mind? Well you’re all about to find out. You are all about to enter a very dangerous game with no rules and no boundaries. It’s a game you can’t win, even if you get the pinfall you pay the price of severe pain. And Jeff Hardy is first in line.
Unfortunately, one of you has to pay for my transgressions, one of you has to be my sacrificial lamb, one of you will be dragged to the slaughterhouse kicking and screaming and be ripped into pieces by the dream eater. I’m coming to maim all of you and prove a point to McMahon, I want him to witness this phenomenon. I have a destiny to fulfil. May your God have mercy on you all because I certainly won’t. The age of apocalypse is here.
Cyanide smiles sadistically, his eyes gleaming. The camera then fuzzes up again.
End RP