The Death of a Tyrant
Oct 30, 2017 17:29:37 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Rage (aka NoMercyMaster2001), and 6 more like this
Post by nudedragon24 on Oct 30, 2017 17:29:37 GMT -5
Deep breath.
'Daydreaming' by Radiohead.
Sigh.
As rain patters the metal and glass of an older car, inside is bluish dark from the cloud blocking the setting sun. Condensation fogs the windows so the location is anonymous, just as is the man sitting behind the steering wheel. Dressed in a black buttoned-up dress shirt, black tie, and dark blue jeans, the man taps his fingers on the steering wheel.
Outside of the car is a large dark and wet parking lot as another dozen or so cars sit waiting for their owners. In the very back row, sitting underneath a tree, and facing a large building the lot is attached to, sits the dark car with the mystery person.
Back inside the car, a match is struck and a cigarette is lit. The man inhales the poison and exhales less harmful, but still, poison.
I've given it a lot of thought. I mean, I've given it a LOT of thought. Decisions like this are not to be taken lightly. Decisions like this will impact, not only myself, but those I love, those I don't know, and those I hate. My decision will shake the very foundation of our business and will lead to even harder decisions that have yet to be made, yet to be known.
He takes a short drag.
And yet... I'm comfortable with my answer. I'm going to go through with it.
His hand, holding a lit cigarette between two fingers, moves to the middle of the bench-style car seat and it rests on a wooden-stock sawed-off shotgun. He pats it.
My decision will be finalized, with a big... fat... exclamation point.
He brings the cigarette back to his mouth and takes another drag.
And right in the middle... of the ring... In front of his fans... In front of his loved ones... All over the world...
Lights beam into the foggy windshield as a vehicle pulls into a parking spot just a few rows away. In the rain, the door swings open to that vehicle, and out steps Mongo the Destroyer. He grabs a bag out of the backseat, holds it over his head in an attempt to keep dry, and makes his way towards the nearby arena.
They will see my Rage.
The man opens the driver door to step out and casually puts on a black hooded jacket. He puts the cigarette in his mouth and grabs the sawed-off. He takes another drag as he watches Mongo talk to security briefly before making his way inside the arena. The man tosses his cigarette and shuts the car door behind him. He begins his walk to the arena...
They will see him fall.
more soon.
'Daydreaming' by Radiohead.
Sigh.
As rain patters the metal and glass of an older car, inside is bluish dark from the cloud blocking the setting sun. Condensation fogs the windows so the location is anonymous, just as is the man sitting behind the steering wheel. Dressed in a black buttoned-up dress shirt, black tie, and dark blue jeans, the man taps his fingers on the steering wheel.
Outside of the car is a large dark and wet parking lot as another dozen or so cars sit waiting for their owners. In the very back row, sitting underneath a tree, and facing a large building the lot is attached to, sits the dark car with the mystery person.
Back inside the car, a match is struck and a cigarette is lit. The man inhales the poison and exhales less harmful, but still, poison.
I've given it a lot of thought. I mean, I've given it a LOT of thought. Decisions like this are not to be taken lightly. Decisions like this will impact, not only myself, but those I love, those I don't know, and those I hate. My decision will shake the very foundation of our business and will lead to even harder decisions that have yet to be made, yet to be known.
He takes a short drag.
And yet... I'm comfortable with my answer. I'm going to go through with it.
His hand, holding a lit cigarette between two fingers, moves to the middle of the bench-style car seat and it rests on a wooden-stock sawed-off shotgun. He pats it.
My decision will be finalized, with a big... fat... exclamation point.
He brings the cigarette back to his mouth and takes another drag.
And right in the middle... of the ring... In front of his fans... In front of his loved ones... All over the world...
Lights beam into the foggy windshield as a vehicle pulls into a parking spot just a few rows away. In the rain, the door swings open to that vehicle, and out steps Mongo the Destroyer. He grabs a bag out of the backseat, holds it over his head in an attempt to keep dry, and makes his way towards the nearby arena.
They will see my Rage.
The man opens the driver door to step out and casually puts on a black hooded jacket. He puts the cigarette in his mouth and grabs the sawed-off. He takes another drag as he watches Mongo talk to security briefly before making his way inside the arena. The man tosses his cigarette and shuts the car door behind him. He begins his walk to the arena...
They will see him fall.
more soon.