Post by Matt Scythe on Oct 30, 2009 7:27:08 GMT -5
We are in a bleak, empty void; in the middle of a man’s tortured mind. Strange noises emanate from the black abyss beyond our scope, adding to the overall creepiness of this setting.
The only other things that can be seen are a chaotic slew of abstract and bizarre designs criss-crossing the dull beige surface. The “ground” looks too soft to be anything like concrete or any other known solid textures. It’s almost like sponge.
Walking on the surreal artwork that passes for a surface in these parts, HCW’s handsomest recruit Matt F’N Scythe glances at the camera nonchalantly.
And now… he will speak…
MATT SCYTHE:[/u] One is not measured in how many victories he racks up, but how many times he continues to lash out at adversity. I lost to a guy who named himself after a Knight of the Round Table. How original. Ranks right up there with Sir Oasis of the Liver and Sir Loin of Pork. Underneath all that armour, all I saw was fear, and all Scarface saw was… well, probably your wallet. But I’ll tell you something… I saw victory within my grasp. I saw myself going on to great things here in HCW. It might not have been last time, but at the big major show… when I slice up Apollo Kaytor & whoever this Kidd X douche is.
Boys, don’t think this is going to be a walk in the pumpkin patch. Don’t think a title is the only force driving me. Years of contempt and hatred for the system, the need for revenge, that’s what drives me. Every time I step into a ring, I feel so much closer to controlling my own destiny. I decide who lives and dies by my hand, nobody else. So it will be with the both of you.
So, in conclusion… drop dead, both of you. You suck.
The only other things that can be seen are a chaotic slew of abstract and bizarre designs criss-crossing the dull beige surface. The “ground” looks too soft to be anything like concrete or any other known solid textures. It’s almost like sponge.
Walking on the surreal artwork that passes for a surface in these parts, HCW’s handsomest recruit Matt F’N Scythe glances at the camera nonchalantly.
And now… he will speak…
MATT SCYTHE:[/u] One is not measured in how many victories he racks up, but how many times he continues to lash out at adversity. I lost to a guy who named himself after a Knight of the Round Table. How original. Ranks right up there with Sir Oasis of the Liver and Sir Loin of Pork. Underneath all that armour, all I saw was fear, and all Scarface saw was… well, probably your wallet. But I’ll tell you something… I saw victory within my grasp. I saw myself going on to great things here in HCW. It might not have been last time, but at the big major show… when I slice up Apollo Kaytor & whoever this Kidd X douche is.
Boys, don’t think this is going to be a walk in the pumpkin patch. Don’t think a title is the only force driving me. Years of contempt and hatred for the system, the need for revenge, that’s what drives me. Every time I step into a ring, I feel so much closer to controlling my own destiny. I decide who lives and dies by my hand, nobody else. So it will be with the both of you.
So, in conclusion… drop dead, both of you. You suck.
