Post by Dangerous Dan on Jun 29, 2012 22:57:13 GMT -6
I'll stop my medicine but psychosis is waiting just around the corner…
I feel my soul unsticking
From what is me and what is reality.
As the lines get blurred, my hips sink in
the tremor in my hands has long eased...thank god
I threw my medicine down the sink
so tired of its torture.
Let me be free, the ability to simply think
Of course it is highly confusing
to have thoughts cross over one another.
Then run in and drown out each other.
And have them yell at you from the back
of your mind, then break your concentration
from their echoes on the outside
where they were whispering…
now they are screaming…
the voices in my head
rebounding in the air…
dumb fuck, stupid queer
don't make me repeat that evil cheer
I don't want to be chemically restrained any more,
you understand?
I miss reading Plath and not spilling
every coffee in my shaking hands,
because I have sat back as a spectator of life
watching nothing but the evaporation of time.
And to be free of the chemicals in your bloodstream.
I feel that familiar euphoria once more.
To follow the white rabbit down
his teasing illusion door.
Oh darlings…come sit by me,
and please do not be sad.
But I have no doubt in my mind
I am going mad.
And everything we see and seem
is all but within a dream of a dream.
My inner moonlight calls and I
cannot deny my following.
For the price of escaping exhaustion,
I will lose my functioning
My playmates are back, looking profoundly
at me through the window.
And I'll break open the security
so I don't miss the show.
And it's all evaporating
the contents of my personality…
My soul…my constraints…everything in me.
Madness is natural;
and the real world to me
I’d still choose delusion
over the anxieties of reality.
And the words are not forming,
the lines between realities are falling.
I’m tired of trying
to live in this world of yours,
when the one inside my head
makes sense to me more.
~Unknown~
{As our scene opens, we hear the sound of a familiar voice echoing in the background. The voice is somewhat recognizable, but is vague in the beginning. The voice is quickly eliminated as being that of Dangerous Dan, but of a familiar foe. Seconds pass as the scene become increasingly visible. We are in a dark room with red shining all throughout the background. At first it appears that we are inside a Darkroom for developing pictures, but that is debunked due to no pictures or machinery lying around. We slowly pan through the room, as the ‘voice’ becomes increasingly louder as if it were right around the corner. Surprisingly, the ‘voice’ IS coming from around the corner, as we now see Dangerous Dan seated in a leather chair…color unrecognized due to the redness of the room…where he watches an image on his laptop. We zoom in to see the image of Curt Canon delivering his current promo. We catch the glimpse in Dan’s eyes, as he seems to be amused at what he is watching. The video suddenly ends with that familiar phrase…“the end is near.” Dan turns the video off and stares at the black blank screen. We see his reflection off the screen. Dan is sitting there smiling seemingly calm at what he has just watched. He slowly turns his chair around, places his feet on the table, and places his hands firmly behind his neck. He leans back in his chair and releases his ole so familiar demonic laugh. He begins to speak.}
“At first I thought you were just some weird punk kid trying to impress someone. Now, I release that you are just a delusional little shit who thinks he came up with everything. Seriously Curt you honestly fucking believe that I have “Curt Canon envy?” What in the blue fucking hell is Curt Canon envy? The only thing anyone would envy about you is the fact that you somehow managed to pull off a win against three losers last week. For that Curt I do envy you. I do envy you that you got an EASY win last week. But let’s just be completely honest here…Curt. If anyone is envy of someone…it is obvious that you are envious of me. That little ‘catch phrase’ you so call ‘claim’ to have created…you are envious of the fact that I use it way better than you. I honestly have no fucking clue who in the hell you fucking are. To me you are just some punk who came crawling to the only place he could get a contract at. I have never heard of you nor would I have ever wanted to know you. I don’t want to know you nor do I want to know you. You are beneath me you fucking peasant. I am on a level that you can never achieve. Boo fucking hoo…so I did not ‘earn’ my way into the battle royal like your sorry ass did. However, I did earn my way into the battle royal just like Trevor wanted me too. I got into that battle royal just like I wan…”
{Dan suddenly stops and places the palms of his hands on both temples. He squeezes his eyes, as he lowers to the ground. He begins rocking back and forth and screaming.}
“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD!”
{Dan rocks back and forth for several moments, until he finally stops. He stands to his feet and nonchalantly cracks his neck. He takes a seat yet again in the chair. He continues where he left off.}
“As you can see, the voices in my head are trying to come out. That evil inside of me is lurking on the edge, waiting for that right moment to come out. Curt, you need to understand that I fucking copy no one. Just like you do NOT like me…I do NOT like you. I find you an irritating annoying, arrogant little tyrant who does not know when to shut his fucking mouth. You really want to eliminate me next week Curt? Then you are going to have to find that inner evil inside of you in order to do so. You believe I am nowhere near the caliber of a champion you are? You’re damn straight I’m nowhere near the champion you are. I am a World Champion Curt. I am a Hall of Famer. I am a God among Gods. You, my ‘friend’ are nowhere near my caliber. Think before you talk Curt. Do you even hear half the shit that comes out of your mouth? I would hate to see exactly what comes out of your ass. You definitely are full of it that is for sure. However, I am greater than you Curt, and I am going to prove it this Sunday when I eliminate you from the battle royal. I stick to my story about you having no talent. Take a look at who you beat to get into this battle royal. Lance Stevens a wanna be loser…Major Kendu: some phony who can’t wrestle. And last but certainly not least…Billy Anderson, a guy who has the worst CWF losing record in its history. This kid cares more about selling country albums than being a wrestler. Hell…Stella Beckart could beat these guys. Face it Curt your win was merely a fluke. That is a fact you can bank on. So zip your pie hole you stupid maggot, and go get me a cup of coffee peasant.”
{Dan stands to his feet and begins pacing back and forth. The ‘voices’ in his head begin to surface one again. Dan tries with every being in himself to keep them from entering into his thoughts. He begins pulling his hair…tugging strand by strand. We watch as pieces of hair fall onto the ground. Dan begins laughing holding a ball of hair in his hands.}
“The evil inside me is trying to lurk out. they are taking over my thoughts and soon will be taking over my body. The hair I hold in my hand is the turning point of the evil that awaits inside. I’m the woman-beating maniac that is about to stand across from each of you in that ring. You all want to talk about me being a woman-beater, when you each are going to do the same thing to Alexis Prodigy in that ring. My how you people contradict yourselves. You all bash me because of my actions against that bitch Angel. Yet, you people are about to lay hands on Alexis Prodigy and try to rip her limb from limb. The only difference between you and me is that I am not afraid to fucking do it. If you want Alexis to simply ‘eliminate’ herself because your God teaches you not to lay a hand on a woman, then by all means let the evil inside of me take over and do the fucking job for you sorry pricks. I’m not afraid to be the one to take Alexis out in the battle royal. Alexis, honey, you think you are the fucking shit that no one can touch don’t you? Tsk…tsk…Alexis. I've seen transvestites who look more feminine than you. You need a lesson in what knowing your role is all about. I don’t fucking care if its twenty-twelve and the world frowns upon man-woman violence. I will take out any bitch that gets in my way of what I fucking want. At this point I will fucking take out my own goddamn mother to get the SCW World Championship. Alexis, I really hope you caught a glimpse at the destruction I caused against Angel. I’m sure that bitch will keep her nose out of my fucking business, just like you are going to do after this Sunday. Fuck off Alexis…let the big boys handle this. I’m sure you will get more enjoyment out of watching from the back.”
{Dan begins laughing feeling comfortable with his tone.}
“I am not sure the mental state that I’m going to be at on Sunday. Everyone calls me the psychotic and crazy one, but the way I see it…everyone else is psychotic. Just like that fool who calls himself a syren. Scott Syren’s voice echoes louder than the demons in my head. I would much rather deal with the devil inside that deal with hearing Scott Syren shout an entire promo. This piece of shit…literally...honestly believes that he even stands a chance in this battle royal. Dude, do you not get what this battle royal is all about? Do you not realize that the winner goes on to be recognized as the first SCW Top Dog or Star as that bitch Alexis puts it. Oh Alexis, please wake up out of that fantasy you have in your head. You are far from being the top bitch around here. If anything you are my bitch Alexis. I’ll make you my bitch this Sunday…”
{Dan suddenly begins hitting the side of his in a rapid manner.}
“Silly me…I’m getting of topic. Who the fuck was I talking about now? Oh yeah, that pathetic excuse for a wrestler Scott Syren. I really cannot understand half of the shit you talk about Scott. Hell, I've heard more coherent things from a schizophrenic with Tourette's. I just want to take a baseball bat and bash you upside the head just so I can fucking understand you. You really need to update your shit Scott. You are the same old boring shit each week. I know there’s only been like three weeks of this. But still I’ve seen better shit come out of my ass than what comes out of your mouth. I seriously hope that the evil one’s take you out quickly just so I don’t have to deal with you…your face…or that stupid look. I know I have a mean streak in me Scott. But I’m tired of being a gentleman…”
{Dan stops speaking and shrugs his shoulders. He tilts his head back and rolls his eyes, as he cracks his neck again.}
“Gentleman…Jim fucking Douglas. The sorry prick who took me out last week. You did see what happened to Angel for getting in my way didn’t you Jim? You did see what I finally did to Andre Dixon? You should learn by now that I get my revenge when something doesn’t go my way. I eventually get what I fucking want. You took something from me last week Jim, but this week I get my revenge. I told you earlier that you are my next victim. The pain I put Angel through and the humiliation I gave Andre is nothing compared to what I have in store for you Jimmy Boy. You think seeing my image in a mirror is going to help you beat me? You better pray that someone eliminates you before I get my hands on you. There won’t be nothing left of your helpless body after I get fucking done with you. Jim, your winning streak is coming to an abrupt halt thanks to me. I’m the chosen one to take you out, whether you like or not Jim.”
{Dan stands to his feet and begins walking towards the camera. The ‘camera guy’ begins backing up as Dan approaches towards him. Dan begins laughing and smiling feeling joy out of what he’s doing.}
“Listen closely people. My era of domination is just beginning. Twenty-twelve is supposedly the end of the world. We are all going to evaporate and cease to exist. God is calling us all home, but some of us aren’t going to that ‘home’ that is preached among the congregation. Some of us are going to a land full of fire and brimstone. I’m going to rule Hell, while you people sit and play that stupid harp for eternity. Alexis, Scott, Jim, and Curtis…uh-oh Curtis…my famous slogan from you is coming up. Are you listening? You three are going to find out the hard way of why I have been chosen to take this company over. I’m going to be the SCW World Champion in just a few short weeks. Evil is here to take over. The ENDD is Near…can’t you feel it?”
“Malum facere est malum sicut in eadem via incedit mihi. Cum ego gradum, malum accipit gradum cum me malum tenet manu. Malum autem semper cum ceciderit me semper eu est. Non malum ut noceret mihi videntur in lumine est. Ego non sum bonum malum. Malum autem semper in vitae pretium. Malum vix, vix lumine Sed lux questus infirmior in minutis. Salvum me malum qua sola luce relicta terra egestas. Malum igitur in caligine et tenebris est domi nisi amico…”
“Evil walks the same path as I do for evil is within me.
When I take a step, evil takes a step with me for evil holds my hand.
Evil will always be there when I fall, always ready to pick me up again.
For evil doesn't hurt me as the people in the light seem to do.
I am not evil nor am I good.
But evil has always been there on the guidelines of my life.
The evil is scared, scared of the light
But the light is getting weaker by the minute.
Evil has saved me where the light left me on the ground scared and alone.
Evil is in the darkness therefore darkness is my home and my only true friend.”
{Dan laughs hysterically as he quickly disappears into the shades of red. The last image we see is of him giving the famous middle finger. The scene fades to black.}
Smithville, Tennessee has not always been known to be a town known for reaching temperatures well over ninety degrees. However, this summer breaks that mold. June is typically the second hottest month in Tennessee normally ranging in the upper eighties-lower nineties. However, this June has broken records and succeeded on being the hottest month of the year. With the weather so hot outside, advisories have been set. signs posted across the town read: “Air Quality Control: Only Be Out if You Have to” flashes across a billboard sign. The local Dairy Queen has a line backed up due to people not wanting to exit their cars, but enjoy a nice cold ice cream. The sun shines down brightly onto the townspeople while the rays reflect off many hot surfaces. A young boy wearing a white tank top and a pair of army shorts rides his skateboard down the sidewalk. Traffic appears backed up at a local gas station due to people trying to beat the afternoon heat of hundred and ten. On this very hot day, we come across a familiar face walking down a local street. The man wears a blue tank-top, gray shorts, and a cap to support the heat from reaching his head. The man now recognized as Dangerous Dan begins walking down a back street. The sign at the end of the road reads: Dead End. Dan pulls a bottled water out of his pocket and takes a long sip. After his sip Dan seals the cap back on the bottle and places it into his pocket. He continues walking until he reaches the end of the street. He stops and looks both directions making sure the coast is clear for whatever reason may be. He then begins running until he reaches a barn located in the middle of a field. As he approaches the barn door he checks his surroundings one more time. He opens the door and enters inside. Inside the barn is not what any normal barn would look like. This barn has been turned into some kind of get-a-way hideout. There is a living room area to one side, a ‘bedroom’ to the other side, a kitchen area and a ‘pool’ area. Dan, now inside the barn, takes a seat on a couch placed firmly into the ground. He kicks off his shoes and relaxes on the couch. A mysterious man soon approaches from the other side of the barn.
“Yo Dan! What the fuck you doing lying on my couch like that?
{Dan sits up and leans against the armrest. He crosses his legs as he responds to the stranger.}
“Dude, I fucking forgot. Take a chill pill or something. It’s not like I came in here and made myself at home. I’ve fucking been walking for over an hour. I’m tired and just wanted to fucking relax. Is that a problem?”
{The man stares at Dan with anger in his eyes. Smoke can ‘almost’ be seen shooting out from the stranger’s ears.}
“I don’t fucking care what you were doing. You could have wobbled here for all I care. I still don’t like it when people come into my crib and make themselves at home. That’s not what I fucking pay you for.”
“You damn right that’s not what you fucking pay me for. You don’t really pay me shit for the crap I been doing for you over the past week.”
{The man moves slowly towards Dan, revealing a baseball bat. The man begins swinging the bat firmly in his hands in a threatening manner. The man cracks his neck and steps forward.}
“Who do you think you are talking to me in that tone? Listen here you little shit…you work for me and what I say goes around here. I don’t know what you did out there in the real world. But here you do as I say. This is my fucking kingdom. If you don’t obey the rules then you can join the others who didn’t like my…rules.”
{Dan signals his hands up in the air in a ‘surrender’ motion.}
“Dude, I don’t want to fucking fight with you. I’ve got more shit on my plate right now than dealing with you. Just fucking give me something to do so I can get the fuck out of here.”
“I have been giving you something to do. You are supposed to be finding out what the hell is going on with that fucked up sister of yours. She’s got something that I want and you best be finding out what that is.”
{Dan stand to his feet and gets into the mystery person’s face.}
“Look if you want me to spy on my sister…fine. I have no problem with that. but whatever she fucking has of yours, I’m sure she has a fucking good reason to have it. I may have a new attitude, but my family is still my family.”
“Awesome speech there Danny Boy. Find out what that bitch…”
{Dan extends his hand attempting to punch the mystery man in the face. He grabs Dan’s hand before he is able to do so.}
“Is hiding from me. Or next time we meet…”
{The man pulls out a knife and places it in the palm of Dan’s hand. He slowly cuts half an inch down Dan’s palm.}
“I’ll cut your fucking hand off.”
{The mystery man releases Dan’s hand and turns back around. Dan grabs his hand and turns to exit from the barn. He reaches the door and takes one more glance back at the mystery man.}
“Not if I cut yours off first asshole.”
{Dan exits the barn shutting the door behind him. The scene fades to black.}
I feel my soul unsticking
From what is me and what is reality.
As the lines get blurred, my hips sink in
the tremor in my hands has long eased...thank god
I threw my medicine down the sink
so tired of its torture.
Let me be free, the ability to simply think
Of course it is highly confusing
to have thoughts cross over one another.
Then run in and drown out each other.
And have them yell at you from the back
of your mind, then break your concentration
from their echoes on the outside
where they were whispering…
now they are screaming…
the voices in my head
rebounding in the air…
dumb fuck, stupid queer
don't make me repeat that evil cheer
I don't want to be chemically restrained any more,
you understand?
I miss reading Plath and not spilling
every coffee in my shaking hands,
because I have sat back as a spectator of life
watching nothing but the evaporation of time.
And to be free of the chemicals in your bloodstream.
I feel that familiar euphoria once more.
To follow the white rabbit down
his teasing illusion door.
Oh darlings…come sit by me,
and please do not be sad.
But I have no doubt in my mind
I am going mad.
And everything we see and seem
is all but within a dream of a dream.
My inner moonlight calls and I
cannot deny my following.
For the price of escaping exhaustion,
I will lose my functioning
My playmates are back, looking profoundly
at me through the window.
And I'll break open the security
so I don't miss the show.
And it's all evaporating
the contents of my personality…
My soul…my constraints…everything in me.
Madness is natural;
and the real world to me
I’d still choose delusion
over the anxieties of reality.
And the words are not forming,
the lines between realities are falling.
I’m tired of trying
to live in this world of yours,
when the one inside my head
makes sense to me more.
~Unknown~
{As our scene opens, we hear the sound of a familiar voice echoing in the background. The voice is somewhat recognizable, but is vague in the beginning. The voice is quickly eliminated as being that of Dangerous Dan, but of a familiar foe. Seconds pass as the scene become increasingly visible. We are in a dark room with red shining all throughout the background. At first it appears that we are inside a Darkroom for developing pictures, but that is debunked due to no pictures or machinery lying around. We slowly pan through the room, as the ‘voice’ becomes increasingly louder as if it were right around the corner. Surprisingly, the ‘voice’ IS coming from around the corner, as we now see Dangerous Dan seated in a leather chair…color unrecognized due to the redness of the room…where he watches an image on his laptop. We zoom in to see the image of Curt Canon delivering his current promo. We catch the glimpse in Dan’s eyes, as he seems to be amused at what he is watching. The video suddenly ends with that familiar phrase…“the end is near.” Dan turns the video off and stares at the black blank screen. We see his reflection off the screen. Dan is sitting there smiling seemingly calm at what he has just watched. He slowly turns his chair around, places his feet on the table, and places his hands firmly behind his neck. He leans back in his chair and releases his ole so familiar demonic laugh. He begins to speak.}
“At first I thought you were just some weird punk kid trying to impress someone. Now, I release that you are just a delusional little shit who thinks he came up with everything. Seriously Curt you honestly fucking believe that I have “Curt Canon envy?” What in the blue fucking hell is Curt Canon envy? The only thing anyone would envy about you is the fact that you somehow managed to pull off a win against three losers last week. For that Curt I do envy you. I do envy you that you got an EASY win last week. But let’s just be completely honest here…Curt. If anyone is envy of someone…it is obvious that you are envious of me. That little ‘catch phrase’ you so call ‘claim’ to have created…you are envious of the fact that I use it way better than you. I honestly have no fucking clue who in the hell you fucking are. To me you are just some punk who came crawling to the only place he could get a contract at. I have never heard of you nor would I have ever wanted to know you. I don’t want to know you nor do I want to know you. You are beneath me you fucking peasant. I am on a level that you can never achieve. Boo fucking hoo…so I did not ‘earn’ my way into the battle royal like your sorry ass did. However, I did earn my way into the battle royal just like Trevor wanted me too. I got into that battle royal just like I wan…”
{Dan suddenly stops and places the palms of his hands on both temples. He squeezes his eyes, as he lowers to the ground. He begins rocking back and forth and screaming.}
“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD!”
{Dan rocks back and forth for several moments, until he finally stops. He stands to his feet and nonchalantly cracks his neck. He takes a seat yet again in the chair. He continues where he left off.}
“As you can see, the voices in my head are trying to come out. That evil inside of me is lurking on the edge, waiting for that right moment to come out. Curt, you need to understand that I fucking copy no one. Just like you do NOT like me…I do NOT like you. I find you an irritating annoying, arrogant little tyrant who does not know when to shut his fucking mouth. You really want to eliminate me next week Curt? Then you are going to have to find that inner evil inside of you in order to do so. You believe I am nowhere near the caliber of a champion you are? You’re damn straight I’m nowhere near the champion you are. I am a World Champion Curt. I am a Hall of Famer. I am a God among Gods. You, my ‘friend’ are nowhere near my caliber. Think before you talk Curt. Do you even hear half the shit that comes out of your mouth? I would hate to see exactly what comes out of your ass. You definitely are full of it that is for sure. However, I am greater than you Curt, and I am going to prove it this Sunday when I eliminate you from the battle royal. I stick to my story about you having no talent. Take a look at who you beat to get into this battle royal. Lance Stevens a wanna be loser…Major Kendu: some phony who can’t wrestle. And last but certainly not least…Billy Anderson, a guy who has the worst CWF losing record in its history. This kid cares more about selling country albums than being a wrestler. Hell…Stella Beckart could beat these guys. Face it Curt your win was merely a fluke. That is a fact you can bank on. So zip your pie hole you stupid maggot, and go get me a cup of coffee peasant.”
{Dan stands to his feet and begins pacing back and forth. The ‘voices’ in his head begin to surface one again. Dan tries with every being in himself to keep them from entering into his thoughts. He begins pulling his hair…tugging strand by strand. We watch as pieces of hair fall onto the ground. Dan begins laughing holding a ball of hair in his hands.}
“The evil inside me is trying to lurk out. they are taking over my thoughts and soon will be taking over my body. The hair I hold in my hand is the turning point of the evil that awaits inside. I’m the woman-beating maniac that is about to stand across from each of you in that ring. You all want to talk about me being a woman-beater, when you each are going to do the same thing to Alexis Prodigy in that ring. My how you people contradict yourselves. You all bash me because of my actions against that bitch Angel. Yet, you people are about to lay hands on Alexis Prodigy and try to rip her limb from limb. The only difference between you and me is that I am not afraid to fucking do it. If you want Alexis to simply ‘eliminate’ herself because your God teaches you not to lay a hand on a woman, then by all means let the evil inside of me take over and do the fucking job for you sorry pricks. I’m not afraid to be the one to take Alexis out in the battle royal. Alexis, honey, you think you are the fucking shit that no one can touch don’t you? Tsk…tsk…Alexis. I've seen transvestites who look more feminine than you. You need a lesson in what knowing your role is all about. I don’t fucking care if its twenty-twelve and the world frowns upon man-woman violence. I will take out any bitch that gets in my way of what I fucking want. At this point I will fucking take out my own goddamn mother to get the SCW World Championship. Alexis, I really hope you caught a glimpse at the destruction I caused against Angel. I’m sure that bitch will keep her nose out of my fucking business, just like you are going to do after this Sunday. Fuck off Alexis…let the big boys handle this. I’m sure you will get more enjoyment out of watching from the back.”
{Dan begins laughing feeling comfortable with his tone.}
“I am not sure the mental state that I’m going to be at on Sunday. Everyone calls me the psychotic and crazy one, but the way I see it…everyone else is psychotic. Just like that fool who calls himself a syren. Scott Syren’s voice echoes louder than the demons in my head. I would much rather deal with the devil inside that deal with hearing Scott Syren shout an entire promo. This piece of shit…literally...honestly believes that he even stands a chance in this battle royal. Dude, do you not get what this battle royal is all about? Do you not realize that the winner goes on to be recognized as the first SCW Top Dog or Star as that bitch Alexis puts it. Oh Alexis, please wake up out of that fantasy you have in your head. You are far from being the top bitch around here. If anything you are my bitch Alexis. I’ll make you my bitch this Sunday…”
{Dan suddenly begins hitting the side of his in a rapid manner.}
“Silly me…I’m getting of topic. Who the fuck was I talking about now? Oh yeah, that pathetic excuse for a wrestler Scott Syren. I really cannot understand half of the shit you talk about Scott. Hell, I've heard more coherent things from a schizophrenic with Tourette's. I just want to take a baseball bat and bash you upside the head just so I can fucking understand you. You really need to update your shit Scott. You are the same old boring shit each week. I know there’s only been like three weeks of this. But still I’ve seen better shit come out of my ass than what comes out of your mouth. I seriously hope that the evil one’s take you out quickly just so I don’t have to deal with you…your face…or that stupid look. I know I have a mean streak in me Scott. But I’m tired of being a gentleman…”
{Dan stops speaking and shrugs his shoulders. He tilts his head back and rolls his eyes, as he cracks his neck again.}
“Gentleman…Jim fucking Douglas. The sorry prick who took me out last week. You did see what happened to Angel for getting in my way didn’t you Jim? You did see what I finally did to Andre Dixon? You should learn by now that I get my revenge when something doesn’t go my way. I eventually get what I fucking want. You took something from me last week Jim, but this week I get my revenge. I told you earlier that you are my next victim. The pain I put Angel through and the humiliation I gave Andre is nothing compared to what I have in store for you Jimmy Boy. You think seeing my image in a mirror is going to help you beat me? You better pray that someone eliminates you before I get my hands on you. There won’t be nothing left of your helpless body after I get fucking done with you. Jim, your winning streak is coming to an abrupt halt thanks to me. I’m the chosen one to take you out, whether you like or not Jim.”
{Dan stands to his feet and begins walking towards the camera. The ‘camera guy’ begins backing up as Dan approaches towards him. Dan begins laughing and smiling feeling joy out of what he’s doing.}
“Listen closely people. My era of domination is just beginning. Twenty-twelve is supposedly the end of the world. We are all going to evaporate and cease to exist. God is calling us all home, but some of us aren’t going to that ‘home’ that is preached among the congregation. Some of us are going to a land full of fire and brimstone. I’m going to rule Hell, while you people sit and play that stupid harp for eternity. Alexis, Scott, Jim, and Curtis…uh-oh Curtis…my famous slogan from you is coming up. Are you listening? You three are going to find out the hard way of why I have been chosen to take this company over. I’m going to be the SCW World Champion in just a few short weeks. Evil is here to take over. The ENDD is Near…can’t you feel it?”
“Malum facere est malum sicut in eadem via incedit mihi. Cum ego gradum, malum accipit gradum cum me malum tenet manu. Malum autem semper cum ceciderit me semper eu est. Non malum ut noceret mihi videntur in lumine est. Ego non sum bonum malum. Malum autem semper in vitae pretium. Malum vix, vix lumine Sed lux questus infirmior in minutis. Salvum me malum qua sola luce relicta terra egestas. Malum igitur in caligine et tenebris est domi nisi amico…”
“Evil walks the same path as I do for evil is within me.
When I take a step, evil takes a step with me for evil holds my hand.
Evil will always be there when I fall, always ready to pick me up again.
For evil doesn't hurt me as the people in the light seem to do.
I am not evil nor am I good.
But evil has always been there on the guidelines of my life.
The evil is scared, scared of the light
But the light is getting weaker by the minute.
Evil has saved me where the light left me on the ground scared and alone.
Evil is in the darkness therefore darkness is my home and my only true friend.”
{Dan laughs hysterically as he quickly disappears into the shades of red. The last image we see is of him giving the famous middle finger. The scene fades to black.}
Smithville, Tennessee has not always been known to be a town known for reaching temperatures well over ninety degrees. However, this summer breaks that mold. June is typically the second hottest month in Tennessee normally ranging in the upper eighties-lower nineties. However, this June has broken records and succeeded on being the hottest month of the year. With the weather so hot outside, advisories have been set. signs posted across the town read: “Air Quality Control: Only Be Out if You Have to” flashes across a billboard sign. The local Dairy Queen has a line backed up due to people not wanting to exit their cars, but enjoy a nice cold ice cream. The sun shines down brightly onto the townspeople while the rays reflect off many hot surfaces. A young boy wearing a white tank top and a pair of army shorts rides his skateboard down the sidewalk. Traffic appears backed up at a local gas station due to people trying to beat the afternoon heat of hundred and ten. On this very hot day, we come across a familiar face walking down a local street. The man wears a blue tank-top, gray shorts, and a cap to support the heat from reaching his head. The man now recognized as Dangerous Dan begins walking down a back street. The sign at the end of the road reads: Dead End. Dan pulls a bottled water out of his pocket and takes a long sip. After his sip Dan seals the cap back on the bottle and places it into his pocket. He continues walking until he reaches the end of the street. He stops and looks both directions making sure the coast is clear for whatever reason may be. He then begins running until he reaches a barn located in the middle of a field. As he approaches the barn door he checks his surroundings one more time. He opens the door and enters inside. Inside the barn is not what any normal barn would look like. This barn has been turned into some kind of get-a-way hideout. There is a living room area to one side, a ‘bedroom’ to the other side, a kitchen area and a ‘pool’ area. Dan, now inside the barn, takes a seat on a couch placed firmly into the ground. He kicks off his shoes and relaxes on the couch. A mysterious man soon approaches from the other side of the barn.
“Yo Dan! What the fuck you doing lying on my couch like that?
{Dan sits up and leans against the armrest. He crosses his legs as he responds to the stranger.}
“Dude, I fucking forgot. Take a chill pill or something. It’s not like I came in here and made myself at home. I’ve fucking been walking for over an hour. I’m tired and just wanted to fucking relax. Is that a problem?”
{The man stares at Dan with anger in his eyes. Smoke can ‘almost’ be seen shooting out from the stranger’s ears.}
“I don’t fucking care what you were doing. You could have wobbled here for all I care. I still don’t like it when people come into my crib and make themselves at home. That’s not what I fucking pay you for.”
“You damn right that’s not what you fucking pay me for. You don’t really pay me shit for the crap I been doing for you over the past week.”
{The man moves slowly towards Dan, revealing a baseball bat. The man begins swinging the bat firmly in his hands in a threatening manner. The man cracks his neck and steps forward.}
“Who do you think you are talking to me in that tone? Listen here you little shit…you work for me and what I say goes around here. I don’t know what you did out there in the real world. But here you do as I say. This is my fucking kingdom. If you don’t obey the rules then you can join the others who didn’t like my…rules.”
{Dan signals his hands up in the air in a ‘surrender’ motion.}
“Dude, I don’t want to fucking fight with you. I’ve got more shit on my plate right now than dealing with you. Just fucking give me something to do so I can get the fuck out of here.”
“I have been giving you something to do. You are supposed to be finding out what the hell is going on with that fucked up sister of yours. She’s got something that I want and you best be finding out what that is.”
{Dan stand to his feet and gets into the mystery person’s face.}
“Look if you want me to spy on my sister…fine. I have no problem with that. but whatever she fucking has of yours, I’m sure she has a fucking good reason to have it. I may have a new attitude, but my family is still my family.”
“Awesome speech there Danny Boy. Find out what that bitch…”
{Dan extends his hand attempting to punch the mystery man in the face. He grabs Dan’s hand before he is able to do so.}
“Is hiding from me. Or next time we meet…”
{The man pulls out a knife and places it in the palm of Dan’s hand. He slowly cuts half an inch down Dan’s palm.}
“I’ll cut your fucking hand off.”
{The mystery man releases Dan’s hand and turns back around. Dan grabs his hand and turns to exit from the barn. He reaches the door and takes one more glance back at the mystery man.}
“Not if I cut yours off first asshole.”
{Dan exits the barn shutting the door behind him. The scene fades to black.}
