[???]Everyone. No One. All connected. All alone. United. Against. Hateful. Peaceful. So many images. So much left out. He's coming to terms with it. He's starting to understand. He knows what he must do. He knows whom he must hurt. He realizes what lies ahead and what lies behind. He understands his mission. Now, he executes.[???]
[???]As the voice fades away, you are left with a feeling of mystery, not knowing what exactly lies ahead or behind you. You feel abandoned and confused. You feel as if no one can understand you or what you are trying to accomplish. As if they are ignoring you, laughing at you, mocking your every move. And so you try to find your way around, feeling, touching, and smelling. You smell a foul odor in the air, a sea air. You assume that the smell is low tide and your are somewhere by the shore. Suddenly, a light shines upon you, as if it is choosing you. You realize that the moon has come out from behind a cloud, illuminating the sky. You look around and below you. You feel sand in your feet and see weeds behind you. In front you lies a massive ocean, slowly crashing against the shore at low tide. Then you look up. You see a mound of sand with a chair, standing out in the black sky. It is orange and you begin to walk towards, not knowing what to expect.[???]
[???]As you walk towards it, you can feel the sand rubbing between your toes and you notice that you have your shoes in your hand and you are walking barefoot on the cool beach. The cool ocean breezes blows by you and you stop to enjoy it. You are in no hurry to reach the chair, until, that is, you see something moving by it. A figure, his arms wavering and as you concentrate, you can hear another breathing pattern and so you quicken your pace. You are now trying to run in the sand, but you find that your speed has yet to increase much. You give it up, realizing that you are merely tiring yourself out. And so you continue to the hill, now a few steps away at a slow pace. You reach the hill of sane and you walk to the front on the hill, but you cannot see the figure. And so you put your head down and begin to climb the hill on all fours. As you reach the top, you can see the figure's legs and feet. The figure wears beige boots and blue jeans, too big for his legs. As you move your glance upwards, you see that it's not just a figure, but him. His face is fixated on the ocean and he almost seems to be ignoring you.[???]
[???]He takes a deep breath and continues to stare out at the ocean. His head is bandaged from the other night's attack. He glances down at you and then back at the ocean. He speaks.[???]
Sane: You son of a bitch. You can't let me be happy. You can't leave me alone and let me fight. You have to get involved. You have to meddle in my life, but not on your own, oh no. You need to find someone else to interfere with me. You couldn't do your own dirty work, oh no, because you realize that MAYBE...just MAYBE, I might get my hands on you. You realize I might hurt you. You realize that I might kill you. And why not? Three months of agony and wonder...not knowing who it was when it was you, the whole time. And so you realize that inside me are three months worth of feelings for you. Feelings that want me to ask you why. Feelings that want me to forget everything. And Feelings that want me to take your hand and force it against the cement until it cracks and I see your blood pour out. So you see, there are a lot of mixed feelings right now. But, after Monday, some of those feelings seem to be FADING, while some of them are becoming more prominant and forceful. So I ask you, what feelings do you want to see? What side of me do you want to see? Do you want to see the sad side? Do you want to see the happy side?! OR DO YOU WANT TO SEE THE MOTHERFUCKING ANGRY SIDE?! DO YOU WANT ME TO HURT YOU?! DO YOU WANT ME TO MAKE YOU BLEED?! HUH?! C'MON! WHY ARE YOU SO SCARED?! WHY DON'T YOU STAND UP FOR YOURSELF AND DO YOUR OWN WORK?! C'MON GARY! ANSWER ME! I'M NOT GOING TO WAIT UNTIL THE PPV THIS TIME! THIS TIME I'M COMING FOR YOU BEFORE! I'M COMING PREPARED ON SATURDAY AND I'M GOING TO SHOW YOU EVERY SIDE OF THE FUCKING FLOOR THAT I POSSIBLY CAN!
[???]His face stays straight, despite the anger. The moon briefly shines on his face as he continues, still staring at the calm ocean.[???]
Sane: I guess you don't learn common sense in school anymore. Obviously, you don't know when to obey authority and when to tell it to fuck off. And I guess you can't seem to pull you head out of your ass long enough to realize that you don't want to FUCK with me, not now and not with him. You could have just walked away. You could have spat in his face and laughed. But no, you fell under his illogical ultimatum. You listened to him. You came out and started shit that you couldn't finish....I bet you thought that after Monday, you would never have to see me again, that you would get to walk away, never having to pay for anything that you had done. You thought that when I left Manhattan, my anger with you would go and I would forget all about what had happened. Then you saw the lineup, you saw all the signs. And you knew, you'd been had. He set you up to take the fall for him, so that I couldn't get a hand on him. And you obliged, not knowing the sadistic plan that he had devised to destroy me, and you. But why? Why would you do hurt me like that? What have I EVER done to you? Have I even mentioned your name, EVER? NO! I've left you alone, and so I expected you do leave me alone, but you had to have it. He threatened to take away the one thing that means everything to you, gold, and you crumbled. You folded and everything fell into place for him. Now, you think that you're on his good side and you've got the opportunity to shine and defeat a name that everyone knows. Unfortunately for you, you've got nothing of the sort. Instead, he will still ignore you and you've got to face the man who's night you ruined on Saturday. Doesn't life suck?! GET USED TO IT!
[???]He pauses and glances down at you, wondering what you are thinking. You wonder what he is thinking. He tells you.[???]
Sane: If only someone could have warned you. Maybe, if someone had gotten to you before you walked through those curtains, you wouldn't have done it. Maybe you could've just gone home like any other night and laughed at your own jokes and played your asanine games. But that's not the way it happened. Not only have you lost your dignity, respect from others, and your old school title, but you've become a pawn in a Queen's game. That's right. A pawn. No longer do you control your actions, you have become a piece in a game that has spanned over three months. He controls your moods, your actions, your words. When you're at his will, you can't do anything. It's like you're helpless, like a puppet. And he'll pull your strings until he sees no use for you, like he did with me. You had your one chance to avoid this, but you chose not to. You decided that you would rather wear leather and gold around your waist then to your self-control. And for this, you are a fool. A bigger fool than all of them, especially him. So foolish, that I'm betting that you think that you can win on Saturday. So foolish, that I'm betting that you genuinely believe that you can do whatever you want here, and that you stand on your own two feet, when that is truly impossible. No matter how hard you try, no matter what you say, things will never be the same for you. You'll always have that corporate cloud over you and he'll always look upon you as a peeon, like he did to me. He'll walk all over you and you'll let him because you want to be liked. You want to befriend the corporate entity. You would rather get special treatment from the entity than fight alongside honorable men, like me, against them. And for that, you will be punished.
[???]He shifts his vie down to the sand below and kicks a bit of sand to the side. He sends a shell rolling down the side of the hill and then moves his view back to the ocean once more. The moon begins to fade away but illuminates his face enough for you to see. He speaks.[???]
Sane: Lucky. That's all you were. Because after all the talk. After all the babble and nonsense...you didn't beat me. You didn't even come close. I was screwed. Robbed. Cheated. Again. And it seems like it's getting to be a habit around here. Everyone trying to fuck me over because they don't like me. And you know what? I'm getting sick of it. I'm getting sick of talking about the same things every week because the same things happen to me every week. I'm sick of saying that it's going to end and then I get screwed anyway. It seems like nothing I say matters because either way, he's going to get to me one way or the other. Whether he gets someone else to do the job or attacks me from behind, or throws me through a pane of glass, it's always the same story. No matter what I do. No matter how much I prepae. I lose. I've been sent to the FUCKING hospital so many FUCKING times, I can't even count. But I'm going to put an end to this, one way or the other. It may not come on Saturday. It may not come the night after, or the night after, or a month after. But I'm going to get you back. I'm going to get both of you and then I'm going to make you pay. I'm going to slam both of your heads through the wall so you can watch JIM FUCKING HARPER SHOWER! And it won't end there. No, not by far. That's only the beginning. I'm going to punish you like you punished me. For months upon months, I will haunt your every thought, your every move, your every word. I'll make sure that neither of you can go anywhere without having to worry about where I'll be. I'm going to make sure that you are forced to run and hide, scared for your FUCKING life! AND THAT'S A FUCKING GUARANTEE!
[???]The moon begins to fade into the clouds as he stands up. He dusts the sand off of himself and then stares at you one more time before the moon disappears behind the clouds. The camera fades....[???]
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