Post by Fear on Sept 11, 2011 22:28:13 GMT -5
"I am not crazy, I'm just too sane."
The Dark Room
Session One
Part One
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"Can you feel that? I know you can. Your palms are slightly sweaty, you have a head ache, your heart is racing. And what makes this all happen? The anarchy, the chaos...
The Fear.
I am what you can not handle, what you can not control and what you can not defeat. There is no way you can conquer your deepest darkest fear. When i am in the ring, i beat your body. When i am not in the ring, i beat your mind. Face it, there is no way to run and no where to hide. You are trapped. Yet, you do not worry. I give a false sense of security. You see me as no threat, but if you look closer you will realize that i am in fact your only threat. Jakob, the UWA Intercontinental Champion. And i thought that my jokes were bad. Listen here, you communist son of a cunt. I own you. You can not and will not overcome your fear this week. I will beat and batter you you an ugly, juicy, discussing, pulp; More than you already are. If you as much as try to climb that ladder, not only will i stop you, but i will make sure you do not every climb or even walk again. NEWS FLASH! You will be stricken by Nyctophobia. As a fact, let's talk a little about nyctophobia... Do you know what the meaning of nyctophobia is? No...? Well please, let me explain. Nyctophobia is a mental disorder where a person or being has an awful fear of the dark. I can see you idiots now, 'what does that have to do with anything?' Well when you become one of the many victims of the move you will understand, when you are hit with it you will witness a bit of nyctophobia. Everything will go dark for a while. It will feel like multiple ages in the deepest, darkest part of Hell. And when you wake, you think that everything is better now, but you are far beyond wrong. For at that point, I will be at the top of the ladder, with the Intercontinental Championship in my hands.
Where it belongs.
I am you king, I am your saint.
You are my jester, my servant.
I am your Fear.
You are my victim.
But wait! There's more! Order now and you'll receive a second ass kicking for the price of one! Yes, I am aware that there are two mortals in my match this week. The second is the biggest moron, boy toy, piece of shit, inexperienced, unintelligent, sour, pour, sloppy, son of a bitch i have seen in my entire career! Classy Jay. Who the fuck do you think you are? You dare call yourself Classy? Don't make me laugh. You are absolutely no threat to me. I hope you realize that. If you dare come anywhere near my championship, i will murder you in front of thousands in person, and millions around the world. Don't fuck with the best, or the blessed. You will get hurt, stay out of my way and things will be easy.
I'm done here.
I just thought I'd warn the two of you...
You can't run from Fear.