paine

Hello me....meet the real me, and my misfits way of life. A dark black past is my most valued possesion. Hiend site is is always twenty twenty, but looking back is still a bit fuzzy. Speak of mutally assured destruction. Nice Story tell it to Reader's Digest.

Feeling paranoid true enemy or false freinds anxiety is attacking me my air is getting thin. I'm in trouble for the things I haven't got to yet. I'm chomping at the bit and my palms are getting wet. Sweating bullets.

(Out on the streets of New York hiding in an alley way we see a different Demon. Not one of insanity but one of all out angered fury. His friends have turned thier backs. He is alone. He stands leaning against a wall his black hair all over his face. his trench coat tattered and torn like he has been in fights all night. Blood soaked shirt. Then you look down and in his hand a big 'ol bottle of Jack Daniels. He puts the bottle to his lips and takes a drink he squints a bit then takes it down again. He look around at the people who also ocuppy this alley way. He just looks around then looks down.)

Demon: Well...we..well. What do we have here? Are you suprised? Are you in shock to see me like this? Maybe maybe not, but you know what I don't really care. You know I never thought it would be this way. My two friends go off and join this Revolution. This pile of CRAP!! You think I would stand side by side with the same man that has tried to destroy the Lost Souls? Damn right I.....I....wouldn't. You know I n...nn....never thought that LS would be taken down by the same guys who helped make it. Insom how could you??? No....no....HOW DARE YOU!!!?? You go off and side with the same man that has FUCKED with our lives and you hope to put him back in the seat again? You think I would stand by.....th...the same man who out ME in a men...meeeee.....fuck!!! Mental Ward! You think I would want to put my carreer in the hands of a guy who lit me on fire? Why the hell would I? There is no reason to even want to walk with Flashback and Lamont. Then Lanch.....oh dear dear Lanch. Big man.....you run out on us...come back with the guy you think is funny. You come back like nothing has changed. Do you forget what we were about? I guess so.....damn. Then w...who....who else decides to show up.....but the greeeaaaat Archangel....yay...I am so happy that you came back. Now I can kick your ass. Then the dead man walking himself......CRUSADER!! The guy who betrayed LS a long time ago and thought I would forget. I love this fed....bu...but you and the rest of the Revolution are now on a path to permanent Darkness. Lights out for all of you.....even Insom and Lanch is need be. I won't be swayed or talked out of it. I will put an end to Lamont ever getting back in power to screw with my life. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT!!! No damn RIGHT!!! This fed will find a prez more suitable then YOU Lamont. You don't deserve to be in control you screwed things up the last time. You had your chance...get out while you still breath.

Hello me its me again you can subdue but never taime me. It gives me a migrane head ache sinkin down to your level Yea just keep on thinking its my fault and stay an inch or two out of kicking distance. Mankind has got to know its limitations.

Feeling claustraphobic like the walls are closing in blood stains on my hands and I don't know where I've been. I'm in trouble for the things I haven't got to yet I am sharpening the axe and my palms are getting wet.

Sweating bullets.

( Demon gets off the wall and begins to walk out of the alley way and onto the streets. He takes another big drink of his Jack, nearly stumbling into some one the start staring at him and pointing. Demon turns around almost falling to the ground.)

Demon: WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?? HUH??? WHAT? YOU NEVER SEEN A DRUNK BEFORE?? You better keep walking be....fore I knock you out. Now then leeeeets look on the other side of this little battle. We got Lee Todd the current Prez of FHW....you know Lee your just as bad as Lamont your know different then him. You and him are like brothers atorn. You see Lee I don't want you running this place either....thats right. You got two canidates and I want to vote for neither of them. I mean you are the same guy who SCREWED ME out of the IC title. You think I would trust my job to you? Hahahahahaha. Thats funny.....heheheh funny. I rather trust my job to Bob the janitor then you. Tumbler as the commish now that is a joke in itself. Tumbler has about as much brains for that job as do some of the rats that walk these streets. Here you guy combine your troop with a group of people you can't even hope to control. The MTP. These are my kind of people.....I mean there a bit weak. I have done far worse then they have. Burning people on upside down crosses.....Demon driving a man through a rail road spike was fun to....but what do these guys do...they use fire ants. Fire ants? Sure those are mean and they bite in tandem but it would have been more fun to lace his underwear with leeches. Or some that likes to crawl and reproduce in your orfaces. Then what did these guys do carve MTP in his fore head. Thats inventive......well ok its not...but hey yuo have to start some where riiiight.

(Demon takes off his torn coat and takes off his bloody shirt. and on his stomach are gashes around and then in the middle is says carved in to his stomach.."what is hell with out a Demon". Blood flows freely and he makes no attempt to clean it up. He takes another drink and realises he is empty. He takes the bottle and smashes it against a car.)

Demon: I mean carving letters into a man's fore head....whoo you big and tough aren't ya. Your little Tea Party is nothing more then a festering anal drip. I mean look at me....I am bleeding to death and is not by some one elses hands it by ME!! ME!!! HAHAHAAHAHAHA!! It takes some one just a little bit off thier rocker to do somthing like this....but admitting I have a problem is the first step to a cure. Watch I will cure my self of my sickeness.

(Demon walks up to a card and puts his head right through the front windshield. Blood now adornign his face as well as his body)

Demon:(Smiles) ALL BETTER!!!! HAHAHA!! Now if my memory serves me right I have a match...with Ed Paine. Mr. Paine. What a befitting name considering thats all you will know at Richochet. Your running with the MTP doesn't impress me. It sure as hell doesn't make you that much more insane then me. You just along for the ride on the crazy train. You see Ed when it comes time your name will be victim from the time I get to the ring til the time I leave you will be that and nothing more you will just be somthign for me to beat the hell out of and toss you out after I am done. Like a cat playing with a dead mouse. I will bat you around for fun then eat you. Hehehehee. Do you not see the problems your going to have? This is just the begining. MTP I have no beef with you yet....but if you get in my way of getting Lee Todd or Stu Price....I will kill you. I have no problem releasing your blood out into the world and watch you die slowly and fade. So do not mess with me. I am on a mission....a mission of "Paine". If you want to see your next promo you will not mess with the Demon. I will put you in a Dark Daze that you will not be able to free your self from, and Revolution....watch out cause you are not out of the clear yet I don't care who is on your side they are all now a target. It....i...its seems that either all the alchohol in body is making me pass out or the loss of blood which ever seems to be working first....but I will (THUD!!!)

(Demon falls to the ground and just lays there bleeding and smelling like bews.)

Hello me its nice talking to myself a credit to dementia. Some day you to will know my pain and smile its black toothed grin. If the war inside my head, doesn't take a day off I'll be dead. My icey fingers claw you back here I come again.

Feeling paranoid true enemy or false friend. Anxiety is attacking me my air is getting thin. I'm in trouble for the things I haven't got to yet I chomping at the bit my palms are getting wet.

Sweating Bullets-MegaDeath.