[???]Ends signify beginnings, don't they? They show where one thing finishes and another picks up. But maybe that isn't the case here. Maybe that this really is the end. maybe he really will lay it all on the line tonight. Maybe tonight, if he gets screwed again, will be the final straw. Who knows.[???]
[???]As the voice fades out, the scene fades in. You can see that you are in the same room as before. The walls are lined with books and the floor is a browned wood. You look in front of you and see that the chair from yesterday is unoccupied and the table next to the chair is gone. You turn around to see the same man from yesterday. He tells you to follow him and you begin to walk behind him, glancing to your left and right as you move onwards. He takes you to the main room you were in yesterday when you entered. You look around to see that nothing has changed and he begins to lead you up a large set of stairs in the middle of the room. You begin to walk up the stairs, you heels clacking against every step and as you begin to near the top, you can see a pair of legs, sitting in some type of large chair, like yesterday. You reach the top and the man leads you into the room. For the first time, you notice the man is carrying a package in his hand. You follow him into the depths of the room and you see him sitting there in a chair like yesterday, alone, in almost perfect darkness if it weren't for the light shining through the window shades.[???]
Sane: What..do you want...now?!
Man: Sir, this came for you...it's from Nathaniel Rezno Glore.
Sane: Well what the FUCK are you doing just standing there?! OPEN IT!
[???]The man begins to unwrap the package in his hands, slowly remvoing the wrapping. He removes it an it is a small box with holes poked into it. You watch as he opens the flaps and pulls out a dead beaver.[???]
Man: It's a...
Sane: I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IT IS! LEAVE IT HERE!
[???]The man places the dead beaver in front of him and you stand there, confused. The stench makes you flinch but he just stands there, staring at it on the floor, laughing?[???]
Sane: Now it seems to me that you think this...(Holds up Beaver)...is funny. You think that this is a great practical joke. Ha FUCKING Ha! You want to laugh?! HUH?! Well then do me a fucking favor. Walk your ass over the the fucking mirror and look at yourself. You're a mess. You're spending more fucking time drinking and looking for these fucking shits then preparing. And you know what? I bet it's always been that way. I bet that you've always been the one that was still in the bars, hanging over the counter at 4 AM. And it will be the same on Saturday. Except this time, you'll be hanging over the bars in a fucking hospital bed....Now if you want to laugh at me and my life then that's your perogative. You can do whatever you want in your private time, but come Saturday, you had better have those fucking belts around your waist, because I'm not leaving without them. I don't care if I have to put you through a fucking table and beat you over the head with a chair. I don't care if he cmes down and tries to get in my way. I don't care if he tries to get my DQed or Counted Out. Because this Saturday, everything is on the line. EVERYTHING. I'm going to lay everything on the table. My heart, my pride, my career. It's all out there for the taking. And so, come tonight, there's only two options. Either you rip them from me and send me falling farther down the pit or, I can get it back when I walk away champion. Bottom line is, I'm either coming out of there champion, or I'm not coming out of there at all....So you're going to be just like everyone else. You're going to laugh and joke and make fun of me. You're going to make the same mistake that EVERY FUCKING PERSON before you made. Well I'm going to let you. I'm going to allow you to be an idiot. I'm going to allow you to underestimate me because I'm not the one who's losing out in the deal. I'll still be the one on top after tomorrow. I'll be the one wearing the FUCKING gold. And most importantly, I won't be the one in the fucking EMERGENCY ROOM! You see, while you're wondering why your former partner deserted you, I'm wondering while you're still standing. I'm wondering why you haven't passed out, why you haven't had your own last call and drank your last beer. And while you're repeating mindless phrases, reminiscient of your old partner, I'm repeating three words in my mind, over and over. One, Revenge, for all the people who've betrayed me and left me alone and shattered. Two, Glory, for all the times I've been screwed over because someone didn't like me. Three, Pain, so that I can show you exactly how it feels to be me. So think about that while you relax in your hotel rooms. Think about that while you go on your idiotic searches for two prestigious titles which you have lost like the idiot you are. Think about why you're the one who's laughed at and mocked. Think about why you're the one stealing from children with cancer. But most importanatly, think about why I'm the one who seems so focused and intense going into Saturday. And remember that to me, you're not an opponent, you're not an enemy...you're a MOTHERFUCKING TARGET!
[???]He drops the beaver to the floor, leaving it to rot. You stand back as the smell appalls you. You're eyes begin to adjust to the light and you see the fire in his eyes. It's the same fire that you have seen for so long in times like this. His desire and heart are strong tonight, you know this. He continues.[???]
Sane: Now, I see that you finally decided to answer me. But, like all the others, you responded with the SAME old dribble. It's like you're blind to the whole fucking world. And I even bet that you're going to tell me that you came up with all of that on your own. But you don't know that I've been listening to it for months, a year even. Everyone telling that I was boring or that I think more of myself than I really am. I've been listening to everyone tell me that I'm nothing but a fucking joke. Well I've proven EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM WRONG! And you won't be any different! You're not special, you never have been. Twice before we've run into each other. But never once did we fight each other. Not once did I get to plant my boot on your head. But tonight will make up for it. Tonight, I'll get to plant your fucking head against the cement as the blood pours from your mouth. And do you know what I'm going to do then?! I'M GOING TO LAUGH! I'm going to laugh at you because you made the same mistake as your partner. You underestimated me. You figured that I would be easily handled. And that's going to be your downfall. That's going to be your mistake and my triumph. You see, I'm going to be the one standing over fallen prey holding titles this week, while you're the one on your back, gasping for air, pulling the shards of wood out of your fucking skin....Now you think I WANT him as a partner?! You think that I want his ass in my corner?! I would rather fight alone. I would rather fight this match by myself, but the fuckling rules prohibit it. So I have to fight alongside him. So yes, it seems like you an advantage. A small one, a short one, but an advantage none the less. But, all of this with him does leave me at a disadvantage. I can never concentrate on you and the alchoholic because I have to make sure he doesn't try to screw me over. I have to sit back and watch and make sure that no one tries to run down and get involved in my match. And most importantly, I have to watch to make sure the drunk doesn't fall on top of me. So yes, you have an advantage. And yes, you are more skilled as a team. And yes, my partner couldn't tell the difference between a rock and water. But that doesn't mean you're going to come out on top. Because, as you failed to state, I am NOT the weak link. I am the one with the experience. I am the one with the titles. I am the one with the skill. I am the one who's going to pull this fucking match out. I'm going to salvage it because I can. I'm going to make sure that it doesn't turn into a fucking one-sided slaughter. And most importantly, I'm going to make sure that, beyond anything else, you realize that underestimating me will be your own fucking undoing!
[???]You begin to walk backwards, knowing that he's said too much already. You walk turn and walk away as the scene fades past his face and towards the dark corner. The camera fades.....[???]
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