Post by nakedgirls on Jun 7, 2010 23:00:24 GMT -5
The scene opens up in the locker room. Looking at the wall, there is bloody handprints dragging down the walls, and wholes in the walls, the size of fist. The camera slowly drags away and catches a glimpse of Judas sting in a fold up chair. He is not facing the cameraman, and is lunches over, holding his hands in his head. He seemingly is aware of the man’s presences and begins to talk, his voice low, and not so evil sounding as it would usually be.
“I don‘t know why I act the way I do! I blame it on my dad, on my past, but it‘s not his fault. He raised me the best way he knew how to! I‘m just fucked up! No matter what he did to me as a kid, I will always love him and know he didn‘t mean any of it! It‘s not his fault I‘m a sick, twisted individual, just he him! He didn‘t know any better, I didn‘t have to take after him! But I did, that was MY choice!”
His voice breaks off, it almost sounds as if the man is the verge of crying! But he sniffles and it all seems to go away when he speaks again. His voice is back as it was before, filled with hate an anger!
“There is noone to blame, but MYSELF! It‘s me! ALL ME! My fault, that I was in and out of Mental Institutions, my fault that I‘ve had so much blood on my hands! MINE! ALL MINE! It‘s also going to be my fault, that after tonight all three of my opponent‘s will be lifeless! MY FAULT! My fault that the blood will be filled with blood, and I WILL be swimming in it! It’s all my fault, and I love it!”
After giving a devilish little chuckle, Judas leaps from his seat and comes lunging at the camera! His large, bloodies hands come forward, gripping the camera by the front. All that is seen is a quick view of everything in the room as the camera falls to the ground with a thud. Now that it rests on the floor, you can see Judas’s feet, which soon walk away. The slamming of the door signals the end of the feed, and the camera flickers off.
“I don‘t know why I act the way I do! I blame it on my dad, on my past, but it‘s not his fault. He raised me the best way he knew how to! I‘m just fucked up! No matter what he did to me as a kid, I will always love him and know he didn‘t mean any of it! It‘s not his fault I‘m a sick, twisted individual, just he him! He didn‘t know any better, I didn‘t have to take after him! But I did, that was MY choice!”
His voice breaks off, it almost sounds as if the man is the verge of crying! But he sniffles and it all seems to go away when he speaks again. His voice is back as it was before, filled with hate an anger!
“There is noone to blame, but MYSELF! It‘s me! ALL ME! My fault, that I was in and out of Mental Institutions, my fault that I‘ve had so much blood on my hands! MINE! ALL MINE! It‘s also going to be my fault, that after tonight all three of my opponent‘s will be lifeless! MY FAULT! My fault that the blood will be filled with blood, and I WILL be swimming in it! It’s all my fault, and I love it!”
After giving a devilish little chuckle, Judas leaps from his seat and comes lunging at the camera! His large, bloodies hands come forward, gripping the camera by the front. All that is seen is a quick view of everything in the room as the camera falls to the ground with a thud. Now that it rests on the floor, you can see Judas’s feet, which soon walk away. The slamming of the door signals the end of the feed, and the camera flickers off.
