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... Cry, baby, cry ...
You think that I take you lightly.
But I'm only here to sWerve you, slightly.
I know your strength, I know your weakness.
But peep this, vampire, you're about to weep this..
Take it in slow, watch your face glow..
By now, you already know ... Here I ... GO.
Wrestlefest is upon us. It is in the air. The thousands and thousands are making their way to the Garden. They know tonight is something special. Everyone is spilling their blood, sweat and literally tears. Isn't that right, Mr. Aries? Luckily the doc cleared you, it just wouldn't be the same. Miguel. Jace and Marquis are dropping the word nigga, left and right. Labeling everyone that isn't white, black. They even put me in the mix. Because they can't see my face, but they can see this purple suit. That's funny. I got a laugh from it. But that isn't a surprise. Who am I to put down a good joke? I just don't have it in me..
So carry on. Like the rest of us..
It's only hours away. Everyone's destiny, that is. Some are ready. Some aren't. And some are just in a frantic. But, me? I'm just me. I'm just here. Watching and waiting. I can hear everyone. But can you hear me? I'm not in it to win. I promise you. I don't know what else to do to prove it. I don't care about myself. I swear. So, how could I possibly care about MY match? Or my future? I live for the moment and all it's pleasures and pain. And from this, I have everything to gain ...
And nothing ... to lose.
The dawn has passed. The dusk is settling. My mind is free through the night. Unstoppable. I feel. Uncontrollable. I kill. You can't trust me. Because I don't trust you. Never will. So, watch me leave my blood, sweat and tears in the ring tonight, no matter what..
It's the year of sWerve ... that psychopath ahead of the curve ...
... Free my mind through the night ...
- Central Park, New York City, New York. Hours away from Wrestlefest 2009. The sun has fallen, I can be seen sitting on a nearby bench, wearing my typical purple suit, with my face covered in war paint. The camera gets closer, and closer. I slip with a slight chuckle before I speak. -
sWerve - "... New York City. Hmm. The stench is just slightly different from the rest of the world, huh? But I can't say that it bothers me. Frankly, I like it. I love it.."
"Madison Square Garden, blocks away from where I sit, is hosting this thing called 'Wrestlefest'. I've never been there. But I don't feel that way. I feel at home. Can't you tell?"
"Money in the Bank, ladder match, times six. Five poor souls, and one lunatic. Who's ready? You ready? What about you? Or you? Or even you? I know your not. I'm ready. Not to win, that is. But to inflict my warped ways. It's a silly game we play, huh? I'm not that fast. I'm not that strong. I'm not that smart. But I'm careless. Deranged. And twisted.."
- I look up at the camera, showing no emotion. -
sWerve - "Say what you want. Act as you please. But rest a sure, that it's you on your knees. Begging. Slipping away. Free your mind. Let it go. I do play for keeps in this silly game, we play. So, hold the phone. I will get mine.."
"Dark Tiger ... the invisible man. Boy. Joke. Rott away.."
"Sonny Smith ... the token black guy in the ladder match. Ha. Is that racist? Or just the cold truth? Hmm. ..."
"JD Xtreme ... Mr. Extreeeemmmee. What a boney fuck. Are those glasses you wear? Haha. Would I ever hit a man with glasses on? ... Not me. Never. Ever. Would I."
"RC ARIES ... JD's sidekick. Mr. I-just-want-everyone-to-like-me. Blah! Pathetic. Heading toward the walk of shame. You want pity. You are pity. I piss on pity. I piss on you. RC Fairy."
"You can spill your guts to some doctor all you like. But in the end, you are just somebody reaching out for attention. Speaking about your 'split personality'? Ha! You have no idea what it's like to have two different characters inside you. You can claim it all day, son. But you have no idea what it's really like. Until you step inside my head. You control yourself. You control your thoughts. Mixed or not. You control them. So, how can you claim 'split personality'? Huh? It sounds like one made-up fecade to me. A little boy crying out for someone to like him.."
"Telling your little stories and making metaphors of them. Blah, blah, blah. You speak of respect for other wrestlers. And how we all don't want to 'really' kill one another inside the ring. Obviously, you've never delt with sWerve. The thought of homicide on another just gets my dick hard. Unless you bring something to the table that would benefit me. I wouldn't want to rid myself of any pleasures. But, Mr. Aries, you bring nothing to the table. Nothing. All I can hear is your whining and mixed emotions. I want to puke. I do. I thought you had more in you, than that. Your hours away from stepping inside the ring with me and four others. And your laying back on some couch, crying about your career. Ha."
When you decide to speak of me? Just remember to shut your mouth when you do it. Mr. Aries.."
And Marquis Laveaux ... The biggest joke of all. And that's too bad. Even with his delusional thoughts he has more strength than the rest. Hmm. A mind is a terrible thing to waste. Look in the mirror, Marquis. You are a joke. But you can fix this. Not all is lost. You have hope. It's slim. But you do.."
- I spoke with a laugh, while brushing the hair away from my face. -
sWerve - "You are alone, Marquis. Your rolemodel, Jace, he won't be there to save you, tonight. He has enough on his plate. Your little career doesn't matter. He has to finish something you couldn't. Okay? Yeah. And that's beat Liana Lewis. Psh. Pathetic."
"Hey, I know how great Liana is, and will be. But at the end of the day? She's still a female. And she beat you. Bottom line. I don't care who was there, and who wasn't. Did you see me lose to Vixen? No. Because of simple math - male verse female. I know that's a complicated equation for you. And you claim to be a blood sucking vampire? Blood sucking, maybe. Vampire? Hardly. I don't believe any 'typical' 'vampire' would ever lose, period, against any 'human'. ... Right? Marquis? I hope you're listening. You've been exploited. You should have been, long ago. Or did Liana do that? Hmmm?"
"Things that make you go ... hmmm?"
"When I'm done with you. You'll be done for, Marquis. Get it? You can call it arrogance. You can call it what you will. That really doesn't matter. But even Jace knows that you're simply a mid-carder that took advantage of a weak SIW, as a whole. Look around, Mar, SIW isn't weak anymore. It has sWerve traipsing around. It's time for you to realize your step down in this business. You can hate me for this. Or you can accept the truth. Your choice. Your will ..."
- I slightly threw my hands up, in question. Then stood up, and began to walk away. The camera followed. -
sWerve - "Me and you, Marquis. It's night and day. Sit back and watch me. You'll learn something. Your rituals are meaningless. Your facade vampire outershell? Laughter for others. Laughter toward you, and NOT with you. We all know the truth. Obviously, you don't. But rest a sure, sWerve is here, and he'll make it perfectly clear.."
"I've been here before. I just know it. And you haven't. I also know that. And what you did to get here isn't as grand as you think. You took out JD Xtreme, who lost desire. Big deal. And you got over on RC a couple times. Another big deal. Other than that, you've been picking on the bottom of the barrel. With your ridiculious vampire delusions. The game's over.."
"You believe that you're something, you're NOT. And you want me to believe that you're actually going to send me to Hell? To the DEVIL, Marquis? Dude. Would you like to come back to reality? Or do I have to kick it in you? Everyone lets you get away with it. I won't. It's embarrassing. An insult. And if taking away your tiny shot at winning this match is all that I do? Then my job will have been done. Over again. I don't need to effect five lives tonight. I can live with just one LIFE. Your life. I don't want to win. I just want to watch you NOT win. Yes?"
"Think it's a game? ... It is. HAHAHAH. And I play it half decent. Just like I told JD, what you've done before this? Means nothing. So, keep wasting our time with your delusional accomplishments. What ever helps you mustard up the COURAGE to speak against me. So be it."
"I don't care. I know that it won't put you over the top. It's just meaningless words spewing from your mouth. You let a woman control your actions, and you let a woman beat you with millions watching. And you think you can show ME something? Wake the fuck up, Marquis."
"You're insulting my intelligence. There isn't a whole lot. But you're insulting what's there. Hm. I paint my face, cover scars, wear an obsurd purple suit, and act like no other. But you still doubt me. And think for some ODD reason that I actually care. About anything. Ha. You're going to have to speed it up. Stay with the group. See something for what it is, and not what it seems. You're looking for the tree."
"But I'm watching the forest."
"I'm tapping in ... you're tapping out."
"I'm here to show you. Psh. I already have shown you. You're just not looking. I'm going to have to slice it in you. Like a razor blade on paper. On flesh. Slice and dice."
"Take your life. Rape your wife. All in strife."
"You fade like piano keys being struck. The clock's ticking. Your time is almost up. Their time has been up."
"You'll be tossing and turning, just like them, knowing that sWerve did all the burning, just on a whim."
"Take what you got coming and get ... sWerve'd ..."
... 03.29.09 ...
