You think I really care?
... Ask me again, if you dare ...
Lost all control, every bit. Sold my soul.
Can't fill the void, can't fill the hole.
No sanity ... All I see is your vanity.
So, can it be? All the bullshit you handed me?
Feel the defeat, that makes you WEAK.
Feel my heartbeat, that pounds so fucking deep.
Ha! Amuse myself! Abuse myself. Look in the mirror, then lose myself.
In these thoughts of bloody homicide, that I really can't hide. ... All because you lied.
Hahahahahahah ... Hehehehehe ... Ha, ha, he, he.. Pft!
The Poetic Justice of 'cause and effect'. HAHAHAHAHAHAHHEHEHEHEE. How can anyone take me serious? I have no values. My mind is warped. My sense of humor is like no other. What you cry about; I laugh about. What you laugh about; I smug about. I come from a broken home, like many others. My father wasn't around; my mother was caught up in her own bullshit. I had no guidance. I was dealt a shitty hand. But I didn't cry about it. And I'm not crying about it now. I took that shitty hand, and made a shitty life.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHHEHEHEHEE.
I am a product of my environment. And I find the humor in everything. Don't you see this smile on my face? I don't hurt. And I barely feel, and when I do, it's evil, it's wrong, it's something I can't explain with words. But I do enjoy it. Life is short, I refuse to not enjoy every second. Every second. It could be my last breath, and I'm still going to enjoy it. Not matter how lonely it is. I refuse to fall victim to you, or anything you do. I have complete control. Because I'm completely out of control.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHHEHEHEHEE ... ha, ha, he, he..
I shit on man-made rules. Shit on 'em! And the day I follow them, is the day my heart doesn't beat. I have one rule, and one rule only; there are no goddamned rules. ... He gets up, she gets up, I get up, we all get up ... it's ANARCHY. It's fair. And it's JUST. Poetic Justice. Yes?
If you could just spend five minutes inside of my head ... just five. ... Well, you just might not make it back with your sanity. But who needs that anyone? Huh? You only live once. And your time could end tomorrow, or in an hour. Who's to say? So, I strongly believe in living every moment like your last. Because you just don't know. You don't. And if you say you do, you're a fucking liar. But hey, what's new? You lie now, why not lie again? And again? Fuck it. Just build a foundation of lies. Do it. And watch it CRUMBLE down around you, like the Twin Towers.
Fakes!
'Wrestlefest' ... it's only DAYS away. Six man ladder match. Money in the Bank. Dark Tiger, Marquis Laveaux, Sonny Smith, JD Xtreme, RC Aries, and yours truely. Five out of the six? Want the rights to the Money in the Bank. The sixth? Just wants the rights to your dignity, your well-being. I'll let you take one guess as to whom wants the ladder of the two. It isn't rocket science. Do the math.
Dark Tiger? ... Already has faced the man named sWerve. He hasn't been seen since. So, again, do the math.
Marquis Laveaux? ... A guy that thinks he can out swerve, sWerve. Hahahahahah. Let us know when you wake up, junior! Living in some fantasy world - YOU ARE NOT A VAMPIRE. You're just a little boy trapped inside a grown man's body. And hey, I'm not the most sane guy around. But I DON'T live in a fantasy world, and I DON'T think I'm so immortal being. I'm a madman. Yes! But I'm perfectly in touch with REALITY. Unlike you, Marquis. It's time you wake up and smell the CONCRETE. You are a joke. And you look like a Jonas brother on crack. Make your jokes, laugh at me, slander me ... but in the end ... I'll be the one still LAUGHING.
HAHAHHAHAHAHEHEHEHHEHEEEHE. ... Joke.
Sonny Smith? ... Uh-oh. It's the gangsta. You gonna' pull your gat out? Huh? You gonna' go rat-a-tat-tat-tat on everyone? ... Whack. You roll with SIW Queens. And that just says everything. Weak. A follower. They literally handed you a title, when there is plenty of other so-called wrestlers in SIW that work harder. And have been working harder. How do you sleep at night? Hmm? I bet it gets old lying to yourself everynight. Huh? No wonder you haven't dropped a promo. I wouldn't either.
JD Xtreme? ... Psh. Can't get any more cliché than that. But he has a list of accomplishments ... that I could give a shit about. Whoopty-do. What you did, then? Means NOTHING, now. Son. Your list of propaganda doesn't threaten me. Doesn't phase me. Not one bit. But you still wear it on your sleeve, everywhere you go. It's like, 'look at me, look what I did.' Ha! I don't give a shit about ME. What makes you think I give a shit about you? Really? You, or your boyfriend, RC Aries.
RC Aries? ... So, what? You're the first sign in the Zodiac? Is that some sort of message you're trying to send? That's great. What's the RC stand for? Huh? Should I assume what it stands for? And make cheap jokes of it? Like, Retching Cunt? Or Raping Cock? ... I've seen you work inside the ring. Not bad. Not bad at all. If anyone is going to make me sweat at Wrestlefest, I'd have to say it's you, huh? I hope so. All this mediocre is boring the shit out of me. So hit me with your best shot, Mr. Aries. I am waiting.
Waiting patiently. With a message to the boys, from sWerve. ...
... Pain is near. I smell your fear. I shed no tear. And I'll take whatever you hold DEAR. ...
... Wasting Time ...
- There I was, backstage of last week's Monday Night Brawl in the United Center. Brawl has already ended, SIW employess are seen cleaning and packing up for Wrestlefest. You can hear their chatter, softly. As I walk through, my destination is unclear at the moment. And as I walk, I look around, watching my back, amusingly paranoid. I keep my head low, but up. I can feel the SIW employess staring at me, as I traipse. I pull the leather gloves on my hands tighter to me, and ignore them. I can hear a few chuckles, and I really want to approach them and perhaps freak them out for fun. For my own purpose. But I don't have the time. I carry on, and speak out loud to myself in a low deep voice. -
sWerve - "Hm. Hm. Hm. Hm. Hmmmm. The chuckles, I can hear them. I can feel them. *deep breath* The push that makes me move. Yes. Isn't it grand? ... Now, where is that little Vixen? I can smell her. But I can't see her. Hmmm. Follow the scent. And I shall make ends meet. Or should I say, MEAT? Ha. Mmmm. What is it about that Foxx that just drives me further insane? Like a dog to a bone. I just want it. Need it. Will have it.."
"Vixie, Vixie ... where arrrre youuu? I want to taste your pixie, pixie. ..."
"Hahahahahah"
"This obsession is controlling me. Is it her sweet smell? Her beautiful appearence? Her cat-like eyes? Her vixen ways? Whatever it is, it does something to me. Beyond my control. Her mannerism makes me bite my bottom lip in LUST. There is no grip. There is NO turning back. The door is open and my foot is in. Who's to stop me, now? I am in your head. I control your next move. *deep breath* Can you feel it? ... I can. In so many ways.."
"The outfit she had in her second to last promo was very amusing. I heard her say that she didn't want to disappoint me, AGAIN. Yes, again. Well, I'm glad she's paying attention. Close attention. It's nothing short of gratifying. And yes, Vixie, I did get a little thrill out of your fantasy roleplaying. Mmmm. Running your hands slowly down your goddess body and breaking a smile? Hm. Gratifying, to say the least.
- Overwhelmed with emotion, I shook my entire body, as I still walked slowly through backstage. -
sWerve - "You're right, Vix. I wasn't fully paying attention to you. Because you distract me. But I must apologize for my male instincts. Animal instincts. But have no fear, I am paying attention. Were you paying attention when I kissed you for the second time, earlier tonight? You must have. Because it lasted longer than the first. I'm sorry I had to put your manly Kevin down, before our match. I wanted it to be special. Just you and me. And not to mention, Kevin asked for it. Huh? Because Mr. Clownshoes put one on the back of his head. I wasn't afraid to do it then, and I won't be afraid to do it again. Come next Monday night, or at Wrestlefest. Kevin will fear the psychopath named sWerve.."
"Because I said so. And he's your significant other. That makes me jealous. And I'm not a very nice man, when jealous. And so, I was wrong. Kevin doesn't have you on a leash. But he did! And I fixed that problem.."
- I patted myself on the back with a smirk. -
sWerve - "So, maybe you did let me kiss you, to show him, whatever you wanted to show him. Just maybe. And just because you show me sexy mannerism, doesn't mean you can call me Clownboy. Ha. Who am I kidding? You can call me whatever you like. As long as you lick those pretty lips beforehand. ... Lost in lust."
"Touching you ... is a must."
"Hmm. And trust me, you can't possibly make me crave you anymore. Or can you? Playing 'cat & mouse'. And teasing me back. I'm hook'd. And you're sWerve'd. Haha. Whether you want to accept that or not. That's up to you. And only you. ... Do you know what happens when you dangle food in front of a hungry animal? Then take it away? It strikes with no remorse, no warning. Taking what IT wants. I am an animal, Vix. And if you tease me, and then take away my 'fantasy'? I will NOT be held accountable for my actions. Hehe."
"Call it a threat, a warning, a promise, whatever makes you feel right. But I know it's the TRUTH. And don't doubt me. That isn't a very smart thing to do. But I doubt, that you'll doubt me, again. Beautiful. And how did you say it? Put me on my back? Mount Me? And wrap your tender thighs around my cheeks? Good gawd. I hope you don't call that an attack. Because I'm so aroused by just speaking of it. But maybe that's your little plan, huh? You want to sWerve me? Is that what it is? Do you want to fool, the fool? ... Well, I've put you in the perfect place to do so. Can't you see? And just maybe, I actually want you to sWerve me. Did you think of that? Hmm? ... You're dealing with me, and I'm OUT ... there. So if I was you, I'd think 'outside the box'."
"Because obviously, I'm not in it."
"You fed into my game. You bit the bait. But that doesn't have to be a bad thing. I'm all for it. I like it. But I'm nothing. Nothing. Nothing but trouble. You'll be wasting time with me. Fighting with me. Teasing with me. A waste. Waste? My equal. My 'kryptonite'. My past. My present. My future. No good. Good for nothing. 70's vintage purple suit wearing. ... Painted face, freak. ... At your ... SERVICE."
"Ha."
"I said there was no use. I was twisted then ... I'm twisted now. I can't be saved. I was done for, years ago. So, do they still think I care for Money in the Bank matches, or those shiny little belts? That big 'W'? Psh. I wish. Wish upon a star, that I could be like you. See like you. Breathe like you. ... Hahahe ... he. Talk like you. Walk like you. But I'm just not like you. I do, what I do. Unorthodox, but metholic. A clown. A simple joke. Trash. Nothing more than random childish fits of violence, and manipulation. Don't let me get next to you. I'm a walking curse. ... Save me! Save me! I need a nurse."
"I spoke with a chuckle. When I noticed Jace Parker Davidson conversing with a female, off to my far right. I looked over at him, but his back was still to me. The female noticed me walking by, and starring over at them. Jace looked over his shoulder to see what the female was watching. I made eye contact with him, as he did. I showed no emotion, he showed no emotion, and I walked away. -
sWerve - "Was he wearing make-up? ... Hahahahehe. Rockstars. Everyone wants to live it atleast once.."
- I went around a corner, and seen none other than Jack Kent, still wearing a bandage over his nose, he was talking to an SIW employee. His back was to me, so he had no idea that I was walking toward him. I made no sound, as I reached him and tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention. He turned around confidently, until he noticed who it was tapping him on the shoulder. He jumped back, right into the SIW employee. -
SIW employee - "Whoa, man."
Jack Kent - "Ugh."
- Jack threw the SIW employee in front of him, and between us. The SIW employee was no slouch. He was tall in stature. To say the least, I didn't strike fear in him. He stood his ground. -
sWerve - "What's this, Jack? Your boyfriend? Your bodyguard? Hmm? This is how you're gonna treat me? Hide behind another human being? And act as if I would actually hurt you? ... Ugh. I'm very disappointed in you."
Jack Kent - "W-what do you want? I'm busy."
sWerve - "Too busy for me, Jack? ... That hurts, Jack."
Jack Kent - "Yeah? So does an unprevoked headbutt to my nose, causing bone structure damage and a pint of blood spilled."
sWerve - "Come on. You're still stressing over that accident?"
Jack Kent - "Accident?! ... Are you mad?"
sWerve - "Jack! I think you know the answer to that question. Don't you?"
SIW employee - "Hey, freak. Do you mind? We are in the middle of something. So why don't you scurry along, and raid your mother's make-up bag, one more time."
- I took one small step back, and looked him directly in the eyes with confusion. I began to chuckle with no control, he even started to chuckle with me, then I swiftly kicked him in the balls with all my strength. He fell instantly, moaning in pain. -
sWerve - "Shut the fuck up. Please."
- I kicked him again. This time in his face, leaving him unconscious. Jack started to run away, I tripped him with a laugh, he fell to the ground. I picked him up and put him against the wall. I kept my hands gripped on his jacket, I was inches from his face. -
sWerve - "Where are you going, Jack?! I ... I wasn't done."
Jack Kent - "W-w-w-w-hat do you want from me?"
sWerve - "W-w-w-w-hat do I want? ... You really need to see somebody about that stutter, Jack. Your job is to interview people. How can you interview, when you're stuttering all the time?"
Jack Kent - "I-I-I ..."
sWerve - "Just shut up, Jack. Your stuttering makes me want to punch you in the fucking throat with a judo chop."
Jack Kent - "Marquis is going to put a stop to you and your nonsense at Wrestlefest. You just wait."
sWerve - "... WHAT!? What did you just say?!
Jack Kent - "I think you heard me. You will get, what you got coming."
sWerve - "... Yeah? You think so, JACK?"
- I didn't want to hear him speak again, I knee'd him in his gut, taking his breath away. He fell to his knees, grabbing his stomach area. I took a step back, aimed the side of his face, and punt kicked him into a state of unconscious. He went down along side his friend the SIW employee. I looked upon the carnage I caused, and laughed an evil laugh. -
sWerve - "... Whoops."
- I said with sarcasm, when I heard somebody shuffling around the corner. I fled the scene with arrogance, leaving no trace. Went around another corner and seen a pallet of luggage. I jumped on it to take a seat. I needed to rest a moment. I rested my arms upon my mid-thighs, to lean over. Pulling my hair back, I glared into the camera. -
sWerve - "Hm. Hm. Hm. Hm. Marquis Laveaux. You think the joke is over? Just because YOU AREN'T laughing? ..."
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHHEHEHEHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHEHEHEHEHE. Ugh."
"Puh-lease. Marquis. The games have only begun. And you think, you can stop me? ... STOP ME?! You're lying to yourself, Marquis. You're lying to me. You're lying to everyone around you. Meet! Meet the unstoppable force. The force that runs you over at Wrestlefest. Three-Twenty-Nine-Zero-Nine. You can build your facade, and hide behind it. I don't care. It won't stop me. You won't stop me.."
"I'm the very first person you mention in your promo. Because you know the threat that I am to you and your fantasy propaganda. I will exploit every bit of it, of you, with a smile on my face. And by now, you KNOW this. It's sinking in. It haunts you, Marquis. I can see it in your eyes. You have no chance against me. For fuck's sake, you think that you're a vampire. Tsk. Tsk. Come back to reality, son. You're just as mortal as the next poor soul that thinks they can swerve, sWerve. Ugh. Sadly mistaken, you are.."
Yes, I'm a lot of things. A lot. This is NO secret. But not in touch with reality? Isn't one. Like yourself, Marquis. And I thought Dark Tiger was bad? Ha. You put the icing on the cake, princess. You and your meaningless 'rituals'. Ha. You're gonna need any and everything to put me down. Hell, you might as well drop to your knees and pray I don't take your life when I leave Wrestlefest. Claiming to be something you're not. That makes my stomach turn. You fake. You bigot. You wanna-be. My skin crawls. I want to murder you, right where you stand. Pft!"
"The joke is far from over. Look at you. LOOK ... at ... YOU. You Jonas Brother, leather wearing, let-me-slit-my-wrist emo FUCK. How dare you come at me with your slander and threats. Ahhh, but I do entertain you, huh? ... Of course ... I do."
"I am SIW's entertainment! I hope you haven't forgotten that. I'm not exclusive to just you. But I am very elusive. Yes? Deep down, you want to be like me, Marquis. I know you do. You know you do.."
"And as for the rest of these so-called wrestlers in the Money in the Bank ladder match, RC, JD, Tiger, and Sonny? HA! Past thier prime. And for some, never will see their prime.."
"Sadly."
"This is it. sWerve has arrived. I am here. I am here to stay. I am here to make your life harder than it already is. Dark Tiger is done. Finished. RC Aries has his feelings hurt. He can't mustard anything up. JD is lost. There is no fight inside him. He has no desire. Sonny Smith thinks he's a gangsta. I murder gangsters for fucking breakfast. Marquis is in la-la vampire land, doing obsurd and useless rituals. WTF? ... Where is sWerve's challenge? This is Wrestlefest. Where's my challenge? ... It lies within myself. The challenge to actually give these douchebags a chance to take me down. Ha."
- I brush my hair back with my hand, smirking. Then jump up from sitting on the pallet, to stand on it. I look down at the camera, as my hair slowly falls down around my painted face. -
sWerve - "You see this view, boys. Get used to it. Especially you, Marquis. Thinking I want to 'destroy' you with mind games? Psh. No. I want to punish you with mind games. And destroy you with my simple violence. I watched your promo. And for someone who claims to be a 'master of mind games'? You aren't. You can't play my game, Marquis. I created it. I make the rules, as I go. I own it. And you actually believe you can defeat me with it? A joke. A joke calling me a fool? Funny. I've admitted to being a fool, already. So, why are you telling me? Fool."
"Princess of Darkness?"
"I will rape your mother, and skull fuck Tristian into a coma. Your dark, next to my dark, looks like the dawn. Ha. I have no remorse. And you want to win this match, while I just want to traumatize you in this match. Will I?"
"Hmm. I haven't faced anyone of your level, yet? Psh. Seriously? Marquis? Wake the fuck up. I've delt with girls that put up more of a fight than you. Your idle threats are simple child's play to me. Can you see my smug? You silly boy.."
"I control you. I control your actions. These are the strings that are attached to you; I control them. Now, beg. Beg me to not rid of the SIW. Beg me to not scare your scareless face. You know nothing of pain. My pain. My pain of laughter. I have nothing. And you have sWerve breathing down your neck. What are you going to do? Another ritual? Another book store? Hmm? ... Kiss your pale ass goodbye."
"What did I tell you? Marquis? What did I tell you? ... I told you, it was coming. So, here it comes, PRINCESS.."
... 03.29.09 ...
