Post by Mav. on Jan 4, 2018 21:32:12 GMT -5
MOSCOW, RUSSIA
5TH JANUARY 2018
7:24:13 AM
AS THE DAWN BREAKS IN MOSCOW, WE SEE JAMES RAYMOND RIDING A MOTORCYCLE AND WEARING THE CLOTHES OF WHAT ARNOLD SCHWARTZENEGGER WORE IN TERMINATOR 2: JUDGEMENT DAY. RAYMOND STOPS AT A GAS STATION NOT TOO FAR FROM BUTYRKA PRISON AND HEADS INTO THE STORE.
Shop Assistant: Что тебе нравится?
Raymond: Mate, I don't speak your fucking language so don't bother trying. If you can understand me, 4 bottles of water and a packet of chewing gums. Mint flavor.
Shop Assistant: я понимаю
Raymond: Whatever man. (Mutters to himself) Asshole...
Shop Assistant: ублюдок
THE SHOP ASSISTANT GIVES RAYMOND WHAT HE ASKS FOR AND RAYMOND PAYS FOR IT. RAYMOND HOPS BACK ON THE MOTORCYCLE AND DRIVES TO THE PRISON. HE PARKS UP OUTSIDE THE PRISON AND WAITS OUTSIDE IT.
Raymond: Dackle, you seem to underestimate me and my advice... You shouldn't. You look at me like I'm America's Sweetheart but honestly I am a fucking maniac like you and Dylan proclaim to be. LOOK AT ME! I ENTERED TOURNAMENT OF DEATH 3 TIMES! I had my first at 18 years of age. I risked life at 18 years old. You know how twisted that is? An Asylum Match is nothing compared to what I went through.
RAYMOND STOPS TO TAKE A BREATH FROM ALL THE TALKING HE'S DONE.
Raymond: Dylan Black, I feel like I haven't spoken much about you yet. You want to think that Darkness will envelop, consume and destroy me? How does The Darkness envelop, consume and destroy someone who is Darkness within? I don't pray and if I do... I pray for hell for my victims. My opponents. I need to know who Dylan Black really is. But guess what? I know a lot about you... Dylan Black. The Crimson Punisher. Boston, Massachusetts. 6ft 2in. 23 years old. 201 lbs. Not even 205 Live would even be the slightest interested in your ass. Dackle, don't you go and think I know nothing about you... Steven D. Dackle. Scorpion, Loose Cannon, The Demented. 30 years old. Saint Louis, Missouri. 6ft 4in. 265 lbs. You are one fat fuck, Stevie!
You see that prison there behind me? That is where the Cold Wars are taking place. Seems fitting for an Asylum Match. Because a prison that continues to have overcrowding issues is fitting for an Asylum Match. In a prison that makes any Russian shiver in fear. In a prison where they will throw you in there for torture just to break you down one by one, piece by piece. I would love this place! Would you? Would you be willing to endure the suffering? The torture? Would you? Huh? Would you? I didn't think so. The Darkness will be no more and a light will shine brightly as those shiny belts you have will be around the waist of what a true fucking psychopath is. Don't go around thinking you are the most demented, insane, fucked up, psychopaths in the world. You haven't met me yet and on January 9th, I suggest you prepare for war. There's an Anti-God in town, and you best be ready when he kills.
You want me to prove I have no conscious, no heart, no soul, no feelings for any anyone or anything that lives? Okay. At the Cold Wars, I will leave everything behind me before I walk into the Asylum. And show no pity for you two, show no remorse for the blood I will pour from your bodies, show no mercy when I rip the skin off of you two and show everyone watching who the most insane fucker is in FWA... His name? James Raymond.
RAYMOND STARTS THE BIKE UP AND DRIVES ON DOWN THE ROAD. LEAVING THE CAMERAMAN STANDING AT BUTYRKA PRISON WITH NOWHERE TO GO.
5TH JANUARY 2018
7:24:13 AM
AS THE DAWN BREAKS IN MOSCOW, WE SEE JAMES RAYMOND RIDING A MOTORCYCLE AND WEARING THE CLOTHES OF WHAT ARNOLD SCHWARTZENEGGER WORE IN TERMINATOR 2: JUDGEMENT DAY. RAYMOND STOPS AT A GAS STATION NOT TOO FAR FROM BUTYRKA PRISON AND HEADS INTO THE STORE.
Shop Assistant: Что тебе нравится?
Raymond: Mate, I don't speak your fucking language so don't bother trying. If you can understand me, 4 bottles of water and a packet of chewing gums. Mint flavor.
Shop Assistant: я понимаю
Raymond: Whatever man. (Mutters to himself) Asshole...
Shop Assistant: ублюдок
THE SHOP ASSISTANT GIVES RAYMOND WHAT HE ASKS FOR AND RAYMOND PAYS FOR IT. RAYMOND HOPS BACK ON THE MOTORCYCLE AND DRIVES TO THE PRISON. HE PARKS UP OUTSIDE THE PRISON AND WAITS OUTSIDE IT.
Raymond: Dackle, you seem to underestimate me and my advice... You shouldn't. You look at me like I'm America's Sweetheart but honestly I am a fucking maniac like you and Dylan proclaim to be. LOOK AT ME! I ENTERED TOURNAMENT OF DEATH 3 TIMES! I had my first at 18 years of age. I risked life at 18 years old. You know how twisted that is? An Asylum Match is nothing compared to what I went through.
RAYMOND STOPS TO TAKE A BREATH FROM ALL THE TALKING HE'S DONE.
Raymond: Dylan Black, I feel like I haven't spoken much about you yet. You want to think that Darkness will envelop, consume and destroy me? How does The Darkness envelop, consume and destroy someone who is Darkness within? I don't pray and if I do... I pray for hell for my victims. My opponents. I need to know who Dylan Black really is. But guess what? I know a lot about you... Dylan Black. The Crimson Punisher. Boston, Massachusetts. 6ft 2in. 23 years old. 201 lbs. Not even 205 Live would even be the slightest interested in your ass. Dackle, don't you go and think I know nothing about you... Steven D. Dackle. Scorpion, Loose Cannon, The Demented. 30 years old. Saint Louis, Missouri. 6ft 4in. 265 lbs. You are one fat fuck, Stevie!
You see that prison there behind me? That is where the Cold Wars are taking place. Seems fitting for an Asylum Match. Because a prison that continues to have overcrowding issues is fitting for an Asylum Match. In a prison that makes any Russian shiver in fear. In a prison where they will throw you in there for torture just to break you down one by one, piece by piece. I would love this place! Would you? Would you be willing to endure the suffering? The torture? Would you? Huh? Would you? I didn't think so. The Darkness will be no more and a light will shine brightly as those shiny belts you have will be around the waist of what a true fucking psychopath is. Don't go around thinking you are the most demented, insane, fucked up, psychopaths in the world. You haven't met me yet and on January 9th, I suggest you prepare for war. There's an Anti-God in town, and you best be ready when he kills.
You want me to prove I have no conscious, no heart, no soul, no feelings for any anyone or anything that lives? Okay. At the Cold Wars, I will leave everything behind me before I walk into the Asylum. And show no pity for you two, show no remorse for the blood I will pour from your bodies, show no mercy when I rip the skin off of you two and show everyone watching who the most insane fucker is in FWA... His name? James Raymond.
RAYMOND STARTS THE BIKE UP AND DRIVES ON DOWN THE ROAD. LEAVING THE CAMERAMAN STANDING AT BUTYRKA PRISON WITH NOWHERE TO GO.
