Running in circles (A love letter to the Network)
Feb 9, 2020 19:33:37 GMT -5
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Mongo the Destroyer, Rage (aka NoMercyMaster2001), and 6 more like this
Post by RattyMcDaddy on Feb 9, 2020 19:33:37 GMT -5
We open on a record player, its old, keather bound front, a thin layer of desk around and across it.
A someone walks near the record player, casts a shadow, and a hand places a vyinal disk upon the spindal, then fidgets with a knob or two. Finally the arm begins to engage and a soft song begins to play. As the song begins, the slight mumble of the lyrics sound. flashes of Mongo the Destroyer take the place of the record player.....
🎶 Well
This is what it looks like right before you fall
Stumblin' around, you been guessing your direction
Next step, you can't see at all 🎶
Photos of Mongo throughout the years flash rapidly across the screen, from young to old and old to young.
🎶 And I don't have a name, I don't have name, no
Who am I to blame? Who am I to blame though?
And I cannot be changed, I cannot be changed, no
Trust me I've tried 🎶
Videos of fires at the "Nobel" wrestling federation offices and then the Without Remorse Wrestling Federation offices.
🎶 I just end up right at the start of the line
Drawing circles 🎶
A soundness video of an angry Mongo yelling into a microphone is shown.
🎶 Mm
Well, I drink my whiskey, and you sip your wine
We're doing well, sitting, watching the world falling down, its decline 🎶
A video of the XHF Corperate headquarters in Minnesota is shown.
🎶 And I keep you safe, I can keep you safe, mm
Do not be afraid, do not be afraid 🎶
Videos of Mongo being punched from various matches are played.
🎶 You're feeling sorry, I'm feeling fine
Don't you put any more stress on yourself, it's one day at a time 🎶
Various still images of bloody Mongo from matches are played.
🎶 It's gettin' pretty late, gettin' pretty late
Yeah, and I find
It goes around like the hands that keep counting the time
Drawing circles 🎶
We slowly fade back into the record player. The arm lifts from the vyinal and move back to its resting position.
The sounds for someone taking a drag from a cigarette can be heard. An exhale. Then a small cloud of smoke, the dust moves about, and particles slowly float about from the record player.
Then a voice.......
"What comes around, always comes back around."
Another inhale and exhale, as more dust flies through the air with the lingering smoke more visible now.
"You always destroy what you can no longer control. You always have, and you always will. How much longer until your network is not in your control anymore?"
A noticeable larger inhale this time, smoke and dust fly as the exhale matches the inhale.
"I am what you could never control, and I am here to complete the circle. You've always wanted a Revolution. You've burnt your way to a couple, bought your way to a few, and Lord knows what other perverted acts you commited to feed that need. But you see, the suttle diffrence is, while you have always wanted a Revolution....."
The dust and smoke settle and a quite falls upon the room.
Then an arm smashes the record player and pieces go flying about the room with a loud a defning crash.
"I have always been, and still am The Revolution that you don't want, and fear. Time to complete the circle"
Foot steps can be heard as the scene slowly fades to black.
A someone walks near the record player, casts a shadow, and a hand places a vyinal disk upon the spindal, then fidgets with a knob or two. Finally the arm begins to engage and a soft song begins to play. As the song begins, the slight mumble of the lyrics sound. flashes of Mongo the Destroyer take the place of the record player.....
🎶 Well
This is what it looks like right before you fall
Stumblin' around, you been guessing your direction
Next step, you can't see at all 🎶
Photos of Mongo throughout the years flash rapidly across the screen, from young to old and old to young.
🎶 And I don't have a name, I don't have name, no
Who am I to blame? Who am I to blame though?
And I cannot be changed, I cannot be changed, no
Trust me I've tried 🎶
Videos of fires at the "Nobel" wrestling federation offices and then the Without Remorse Wrestling Federation offices.
🎶 I just end up right at the start of the line
Drawing circles 🎶
A soundness video of an angry Mongo yelling into a microphone is shown.
🎶 Mm
Well, I drink my whiskey, and you sip your wine
We're doing well, sitting, watching the world falling down, its decline 🎶
A video of the XHF Corperate headquarters in Minnesota is shown.
🎶 And I keep you safe, I can keep you safe, mm
Do not be afraid, do not be afraid 🎶
Videos of Mongo being punched from various matches are played.
🎶 You're feeling sorry, I'm feeling fine
Don't you put any more stress on yourself, it's one day at a time 🎶
Various still images of bloody Mongo from matches are played.
🎶 It's gettin' pretty late, gettin' pretty late
Yeah, and I find
It goes around like the hands that keep counting the time
Drawing circles 🎶
We slowly fade back into the record player. The arm lifts from the vyinal and move back to its resting position.
The sounds for someone taking a drag from a cigarette can be heard. An exhale. Then a small cloud of smoke, the dust moves about, and particles slowly float about from the record player.
Then a voice.......
"What comes around, always comes back around."
Another inhale and exhale, as more dust flies through the air with the lingering smoke more visible now.
"You always destroy what you can no longer control. You always have, and you always will. How much longer until your network is not in your control anymore?"
A noticeable larger inhale this time, smoke and dust fly as the exhale matches the inhale.
"I am what you could never control, and I am here to complete the circle. You've always wanted a Revolution. You've burnt your way to a couple, bought your way to a few, and Lord knows what other perverted acts you commited to feed that need. But you see, the suttle diffrence is, while you have always wanted a Revolution....."
The dust and smoke settle and a quite falls upon the room.
Then an arm smashes the record player and pieces go flying about the room with a loud a defning crash.
"I have always been, and still am The Revolution that you don't want, and fear. Time to complete the circle"
Foot steps can be heard as the scene slowly fades to black.
