"Spiral" - Godsmack
[::].........?[::]
(..HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE....)
[::]..........[::]
(..heheheheheHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!)
[::]..........[::]
(HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!)
[::]Umm... what's so funny?[::]
(...JD Brady.)
[::]How so?[::]
(He thinks that he actually has a CHANCE in beating us!)
[::]Oh. Heh... well, that IS kinda funny.[::]
(Can you believe that??)
[::]Actually I can. Remember, Brady's an idiot.[::]
(Oh yeah...hehehe...)
[::]Besides, the way Brady's going.. he'll be lucky if he can beat the second board of Super Mario Brothers. Let alone Rage.[::]
(Damn right man. Brady, just who in the FUCK do you think you are?! You actually, have the GALL, the AUDACITY, to try and tell us what to DO?? What the fuck are you smoking, bitch!?)
[::]Hehehehe...[::]
(*immitating Brady's lame ass voice* Don't go talking about Chris Styles, Rage. You need to loosen up, Rage. Please don't murder me like you did to Styles, Rage. I'm afraid to die, Rage. I'm a fuckin' pussy, Rage. Wah wah wah wah wah fuckin' WAH! *normal voice* Now you get this straight you little fuckin' sorry excuse for a peice of SHIT.... we'll do whatever the FUCK we want, and you can't do or say SHIT about it to change that in any way! Got it? Good.
But it's too late for appologies. Congradulations, Brady. You've just earned yourself an even WORSE fate than what was planned before. I hope you hated living for your sake, cause you won't be after tomorrow. Skeptical? Just wait, you'll see. Or then again..... maybe you won't. Dead people can't see, after all.
You say that you're not worried about this match? Bad move. You say that you can be a little cocky with us? REALLY bad move. Look bitch, if you're cocky with us at ALL tomorrow night, you'll die. Hell, if you're not cocky with us tomorrow night you'll die. So what I'm tryin' to say is, your ass is gonna die. Comprende? Brady, you have no idea what you've gotten into. Neither did Styles, now look at him. You're goin' around talkin' about this is our first indy federation. So fuckin' WHAT?! Sayin' we're not used to the pressure like we can't handle this shit and that we're not used to bein' in front of this many people. Stop treatin' us like a fuckin' CHILD! Who the fuck are YOU to say what you know about us and what you think we've done?!
Fuck you and what you THINK you know about us, Brady. Ooh, I'm gonna LOVE fuckin' you up on Saturday. Just less than twenty-four hours away, fucker. You think that just because you have the HWF Hardcore King of Violence Title now, that you're king shit. That ain't the fuckin' case, jack. No no.. that ain't the case at all. If anythin', you're a DUMB shit. You let the winning of that strap go to your head, boy.
You think you're all that.
The shit.
The man.
Invincible.
Unbeatable.
Untouchable.
But you're FAR from the truth, Brady. So very far indeed. Ever since you were fated to face Rage in the ring, you've been one thing and one thing only. Nothing else that you think you are is true. But you are now, and will forever remain to be one single solitary thing:
[::]JD Brady. You're known to others in the Hardcore Wrestling Federation as "The Original Prankster". How appropriate. You see, pranksters cause trouble. They go around, doing dirty tricks and making jokes. That name suits you VERY well, Brady. Do you know why? Hmm? It's because YOU are the joke. Everything you do, everything you say, everything you even THINK, is laughable. No one takes you serious, because you are an idiot. A twit. A moron. And you don't have to take MY word for it. Hell, I once looked at your HWF attributes, and the experts rated your intelligence a TWO on a scale from one to ten. A god damn two, Brady. Now what's that say about you? I'll tell you, if you're too slow to comprehend it. That says, that you're not the SHARPEST knife in the drawer, Brady, to say the least. In other words... you're a dumbass. That would explain why you're stupid enough to stand against Rage... but it's not your fault. It's not. You just didn't know any better. You're not intellectually advanced enough to determine the difference between right... wrong... and MIND-NUMBINGLY IDIOTIC. Too bad we fail to give a good god damn about what you comprehend or not. So this Saturday... JD Brady... The Original Prankster... your utter ignorance will BE your ultimate downfall. Your lack of intelligence will lead to your demise. I would tell you to prepare yourself, but you probably don't even know what that means. It's sad, really.[::]
(No no, I'll TELL you what the fuck is sad. What's sad is how that little fuckhead can walk into the HWF with an intelligence of TWO and manage to win a mothafuckin' championship title. THAT's what the fuck is sad. And he's got the nerve to be goin' around talkin' about he think's we're FAKE! What the FUCK is this shit?! Look, JD FAGGOT, the only thing fake around here is YOU and your punk ass wrestling skills. Your life's soon gonna be fake, too. 'Cause fake shit ain't true, of course. And after tomorrow, if someone says "The Original Prankster" JD Brady's alive and well, that shit sho'nuff WON'T be anywhere NEAR the truth!)
]["....The Original Prankster...."][
][".....The joke will soon be on you, boy...."][
]["....Death's a bitch, isn't it?....."][
][".............."][
[The scene opens up to an old abandoned subway station. It seems that it's been deserted for quite a while, now. No one in sight, cobwebs everywhere, broken down turnstyles, flickering lights, frayed wires sparking from the ceiling, etc. The camera slowly pans over to the corner, where in that corner, is a man. That man is Rage. He's standing next to a ladder that's propped up against a wall. It has collected alot of dust, and has cobwebs all over it, too. He's standing there against the wall with his arms folded, and is staring at the camera in such a way that it seems as though he's actually staring directly at YOU.. and not just the camera. The camera moves in closer, and it settles about five or six feet away from him. Rage then continues to stare at the camera for a moment, then starts talking.]
Rage: Whether you go there, or you commit it... everything leads up to Suicide, Brady. You can either commit suicide right NOW, and spare yourself the slaughter... or you can show up in Amarillo, Texas tomorrow.. and die a horrible... HIDEOUS death. It's your choice. But either way, you won't live to see the next day, because your time is up. Your line has ended. You're through. Kiss your ass goodbye, Brady. You think that whatever style you THINK you know, can help you to defeat Rage tomorrow? What foolish nonsense. You know as well as Rage does that you have not a chance in hell of besting Rage at Suicide. Rage will utterly manhandle you, destroy you, and take your precious Hardcore Title. There's no getting around it, no matter how much you think there is. Do you think you're great now because you've defeated Phoenix once? You're not even shit. You're BENEATH shit, Brady. And Rage'll prove it on Saturday. And if Rage does think that you should LIVE, which is highly unlikely.. you would be leaving that arena in Texas with only one title. No, it's not the HWF Hardcore King of Violence Title, as much as you think that. No Brady, the only title you'll be leaving with, is title of superstar with the SHORTEST Hardcore King of Violence Title reign in the history of the HWF.
[Rage tilts his head up, pauses for a moment, then continues.]
Rage: Ladders are an amazing thing, aren't they? They almost have no give whatsoever. Sturdy, durable, and used for elevation to higher points. But above all else, a ladder can be a very deadly weapon. It can cause serious injuries, and even death. Which is what Rage's aiming for tomorrow. Rage's aiming to do everything within Rage's power tomorrow to seriously injure, wound, maim, hurt, decimate, and ultimately MASSACRE you when you come face to face with Rage. And if you're too stupid to know when that is, when your time's ended.... you'll know when you can feel your very life start to slip away, right through your fingers. Brady, you say you're an innovator. Well, Rage hopes for your sake, that you can innovate a way to avoid this body-bashing tomorrow, or you're in serious trouble, my friend. But you know what, it won't matter. No, it doesn't matter WHAT you concoct inside that bite-size brain of yours.. because you cannot stop that which is unstoppable. You cannot prevent the inevitable. And what that is.. is your death, your end. You KNOW it's coming, Brady.. so why run away from it? Just accept it, and embrace it. And if you don't want to.. Rage will MAKE you.
You'll feel the pain.
You'll suffer.
You'll bleed.
You'll fall.
You'll lose.
You'll die.
[Rage gets off from leaning against the wall.]
Rage: And what's all this about saying Rage 'sucks man balls'? Is that ALL your pea brain could come up with? Man balls? Just just the kind of homosexual absent-minded BULLSHIT Rage'd expect from you, Brady. Just for that, Rage's gonna make your end slow.. and oh so VERY painful. For your sake, and everyone else's... Rage hopes there's NEVER another moronic faggot like you that graces the HWF.
[He narrows his eyes at the camera, then walks off-screen. The scene slowly fades out to black.]
(I hope you get it now, Brady.)
[::]A lesson learned way too late.[::]
(Saturday at Suicide, you will breathe your last breath.)
[::]We are pain incarnite.[::]
(Take a good look at everything around you, Brady. Your home, your friends, your boyfriend, your money, your precious HWF Hardcore King of Violence Title, and your life itself. 'Cause it'll ALL be gone after we destroy you.)
[::]We are Rage.[::]
(Get ready to meet your end, Prankster.)
[::]Goodbye.[::]
