Post by flame on Aug 16, 2006 3:08:37 GMT -5
There Flame was, in the woods in the middle of the night crawling through like the freak he was, the night was warm and the sky was dimmed with the dark clouds above.
“Tonight I am going to show you a little demonstration. One that you should think about, because the pain is going to be way to much for you to handle little Bomberman…” Flame had seemed different and more concentrated then before as he continued on through the woods.
“You know when I left my home, it wasn’t on good terms I got my revenge though on the man that killed my mother so long ago before I left, my father was a real sadistic fuck.”
The camera then turned and faced Flame as he began to explain.
“I was in his old home town, Jacksonville Florida, looking for the man that had killed my mother the night that I had ran from my home. I knew that he was my father but I didn’t care. He got away with murder and he never knew I was still alive because he thought I was still in the house when he set it ablaze. As I grew older and I grew stronger by the side of my teacher Parodox I began to grow hatred In my heart and I began to become the enforcer of three fold. I never forgot or forgave my father for what he had done and I wanted to make him pay. So I did exactly what my mind told me to do. I pulled up in a taxi to my father home and I walked up to the front door. I would never forget the look on his face when he opened the door to see me. I punched him in the face and knocked him down hard onto the ground. The woman that was apparently was his new wife did nothing but scream and yell trying to pull me off of him as I was relentlessly in punching him in the face. His blood was flowing out of his nose and his mouth as I stood up to look at him. I then look up into his wife’s eyes. Her tears were gushing from her eyes. As I looked at her stomach I could see that she was pregnant. It angered me to see what was before me. Out of rage I grabbed the hair on the top of my fathers head and dragged him to the kitchen the woman tried pulling me off once again so I pushed her back, causing her to fall into the chair behind her.
“I am fucking sorry! Stay there and you and your damn child will live!. This man deserves every bit of what the fuck he is getting you fucking cunt! ” I said lashing out in anger.
My emotions were taking over my mind and I couldn’t help myself any longer. As I got him into the kitchen I could hear the cries from the woman in the other room. I turned the oven on high while looking down into the eyes of my father.
“I am going to fucking cook your ass you mother fucker!” I said to him as my face was two inches to his.
“ I am sorry son. I wasn’t in the right state of mind. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about what I had done.” He said to me with tears in his eyes.
“ Yeah, I will make you fucking sorry! Now shut the fuck up! “ I replied as I punched him in the face a few more times.
I picked him up by his neck and looked into his eyes with a look that could kill. I turned on the stove top while the oven was heating up. I took his hand as he began to fight back . I grabbed his arm before he could connect with the right blow he had thrown and through his hand down onto the burner. He began to yell in pain. A smile began to creep over my face as his pain was becoming my delight.
“Doesn’t fucking feel good does it you piece of shit!” I lashed out.
The oven was ready and I was getting eager. I grabbed my father by the back of his neck and began banging his face onto the hot burners. He was in to much pain to fight back now. I wanted to make him suffer and I knew that his whole body wouldn’t just fit into the oven. So I reached into the covered where there was a machete hanging on the wall. I grabbed it and felt the tip with my fingers as I looked down at my father, but everything began to come back to reality as I saw myself swing the machete down at his legs.” Flame continued to walk through the woods as he got off that topic.
“Yeah, I know that it has nothing to do with the match and no I didn’t kill him, but I did tell his wife what he had done and from there she left him, my brother I will never know and neither will my father. The moral of this story is Jake, that you can feel all kinds of pain in this world and use it to your advantage, but the pain you will feel on Thursday night will be more then you will ever be able to handle. The barbwire will be hanging from the cage and ripping your flesh. The sting from the salt will make you not think of anything else. You see to survive this type of match you have to be able to have t
tolerance to pain like myself. That I do not see inside you.” Flame eventually came out of the woods and came to a beach front were the water was at high tide. A man in a cloak then approached Flame and nodded his head down.
“Are you ready for the ritual of pain disciple?” The disciple then bowed as Flame turned and looked back into the camera.
“My people are loyal to me and they will go through what ever pain it takes to reach the new status. This man is about to go through a suspension of meditation. If he can go through this then he will no longer be just a disciple but my new apprentice.” Flame then turned his attention back to the cloaked figure and nodded. Flame turned around and faced the east heading to what looked like a steel pentacle. Other men began to join them as they were cloaked as well.
“This man is going to demonstrate the effects of barbed wire and salt.” The man took off his cloak. All he wore was shorts as he got up onto the pentacle, the other cloaked men began to tie him down in barbwire each time they pulled harder you could hear the agonizing pain as he lashed out.
“He is strong, I don’t even think you could stand this much Jake.” Then men then pick pentacle up and bring him to the water. Holding him up above water you could see the blood dripping all over the men below. The man was covered in blood as they began to lay him down into the ocean, the man screamed out in agonizing pain.
“This is what your end is going to look like Jake, except that when you go through this you won’t be able to get up, because I am going to put you through absolute hell!” Flame said loudly as he looked into the camera.
“I am not fucking with you Jake! This shit is real and when it comes down to it, this will be your end! You are fucking done and I am going to make sure of it!” Flame then begins to walk away as the men left him out of the water and back to the beach in front of Flame.
Flame then begins to untie him from the barbwire as the man hits his knees, Flame helps him up.
“Thank you, for this you will now be taught what I know and your new wiccan name will now be pain…” The other cloaked men take the body of Pain and escort him back to the woods. Flame then faces the camera as he begins to walk back his own way.
The clouds then begin to rumble as the gods seem angered by what Flame had just done, Flame looked back up to the moon.
“I know that this isn’t what you wanted for me Hecate but I can’t help myself….” He said as he then turned his back and walked through the woods to what seemed to be a pile of ashes.
Flame then placed a log in the center and struck a match, dazing into the flame he throws it to the log. It catches fire immediately as he seems to be dazed into the dancing fire.
“Are you ready for this Jake, because I know I am, I am ready to be the best and I am ready to end you. With out a doubt I will take on anyone that steps in my way. You better hold that title and cherish it why you still have it, because after Thursday night it will be in my hands and I will stand over you broken bloody body looking down at you with the title in my hand. When you step into that cage with me you better be set, because it is going to be one match that you will never forget." Flame says as he stays dazed into the fire.
Scene fades to black
“Tonight I am going to show you a little demonstration. One that you should think about, because the pain is going to be way to much for you to handle little Bomberman…” Flame had seemed different and more concentrated then before as he continued on through the woods.
“You know when I left my home, it wasn’t on good terms I got my revenge though on the man that killed my mother so long ago before I left, my father was a real sadistic fuck.”
The camera then turned and faced Flame as he began to explain.
“I was in his old home town, Jacksonville Florida, looking for the man that had killed my mother the night that I had ran from my home. I knew that he was my father but I didn’t care. He got away with murder and he never knew I was still alive because he thought I was still in the house when he set it ablaze. As I grew older and I grew stronger by the side of my teacher Parodox I began to grow hatred In my heart and I began to become the enforcer of three fold. I never forgot or forgave my father for what he had done and I wanted to make him pay. So I did exactly what my mind told me to do. I pulled up in a taxi to my father home and I walked up to the front door. I would never forget the look on his face when he opened the door to see me. I punched him in the face and knocked him down hard onto the ground. The woman that was apparently was his new wife did nothing but scream and yell trying to pull me off of him as I was relentlessly in punching him in the face. His blood was flowing out of his nose and his mouth as I stood up to look at him. I then look up into his wife’s eyes. Her tears were gushing from her eyes. As I looked at her stomach I could see that she was pregnant. It angered me to see what was before me. Out of rage I grabbed the hair on the top of my fathers head and dragged him to the kitchen the woman tried pulling me off once again so I pushed her back, causing her to fall into the chair behind her.
“I am fucking sorry! Stay there and you and your damn child will live!. This man deserves every bit of what the fuck he is getting you fucking cunt! ” I said lashing out in anger.
My emotions were taking over my mind and I couldn’t help myself any longer. As I got him into the kitchen I could hear the cries from the woman in the other room. I turned the oven on high while looking down into the eyes of my father.
“I am going to fucking cook your ass you mother fucker!” I said to him as my face was two inches to his.
“ I am sorry son. I wasn’t in the right state of mind. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about what I had done.” He said to me with tears in his eyes.
“ Yeah, I will make you fucking sorry! Now shut the fuck up! “ I replied as I punched him in the face a few more times.
I picked him up by his neck and looked into his eyes with a look that could kill. I turned on the stove top while the oven was heating up. I took his hand as he began to fight back . I grabbed his arm before he could connect with the right blow he had thrown and through his hand down onto the burner. He began to yell in pain. A smile began to creep over my face as his pain was becoming my delight.
“Doesn’t fucking feel good does it you piece of shit!” I lashed out.
The oven was ready and I was getting eager. I grabbed my father by the back of his neck and began banging his face onto the hot burners. He was in to much pain to fight back now. I wanted to make him suffer and I knew that his whole body wouldn’t just fit into the oven. So I reached into the covered where there was a machete hanging on the wall. I grabbed it and felt the tip with my fingers as I looked down at my father, but everything began to come back to reality as I saw myself swing the machete down at his legs.” Flame continued to walk through the woods as he got off that topic.
“Yeah, I know that it has nothing to do with the match and no I didn’t kill him, but I did tell his wife what he had done and from there she left him, my brother I will never know and neither will my father. The moral of this story is Jake, that you can feel all kinds of pain in this world and use it to your advantage, but the pain you will feel on Thursday night will be more then you will ever be able to handle. The barbwire will be hanging from the cage and ripping your flesh. The sting from the salt will make you not think of anything else. You see to survive this type of match you have to be able to have t
tolerance to pain like myself. That I do not see inside you.” Flame eventually came out of the woods and came to a beach front were the water was at high tide. A man in a cloak then approached Flame and nodded his head down.
“Are you ready for the ritual of pain disciple?” The disciple then bowed as Flame turned and looked back into the camera.
“My people are loyal to me and they will go through what ever pain it takes to reach the new status. This man is about to go through a suspension of meditation. If he can go through this then he will no longer be just a disciple but my new apprentice.” Flame then turned his attention back to the cloaked figure and nodded. Flame turned around and faced the east heading to what looked like a steel pentacle. Other men began to join them as they were cloaked as well.
“This man is going to demonstrate the effects of barbed wire and salt.” The man took off his cloak. All he wore was shorts as he got up onto the pentacle, the other cloaked men began to tie him down in barbwire each time they pulled harder you could hear the agonizing pain as he lashed out.
“He is strong, I don’t even think you could stand this much Jake.” Then men then pick pentacle up and bring him to the water. Holding him up above water you could see the blood dripping all over the men below. The man was covered in blood as they began to lay him down into the ocean, the man screamed out in agonizing pain.
“This is what your end is going to look like Jake, except that when you go through this you won’t be able to get up, because I am going to put you through absolute hell!” Flame said loudly as he looked into the camera.
“I am not fucking with you Jake! This shit is real and when it comes down to it, this will be your end! You are fucking done and I am going to make sure of it!” Flame then begins to walk away as the men left him out of the water and back to the beach in front of Flame.
Flame then begins to untie him from the barbwire as the man hits his knees, Flame helps him up.
“Thank you, for this you will now be taught what I know and your new wiccan name will now be pain…” The other cloaked men take the body of Pain and escort him back to the woods. Flame then faces the camera as he begins to walk back his own way.
The clouds then begin to rumble as the gods seem angered by what Flame had just done, Flame looked back up to the moon.
“I know that this isn’t what you wanted for me Hecate but I can’t help myself….” He said as he then turned his back and walked through the woods to what seemed to be a pile of ashes.
Flame then placed a log in the center and struck a match, dazing into the flame he throws it to the log. It catches fire immediately as he seems to be dazed into the dancing fire.
“Are you ready for this Jake, because I know I am, I am ready to be the best and I am ready to end you. With out a doubt I will take on anyone that steps in my way. You better hold that title and cherish it why you still have it, because after Thursday night it will be in my hands and I will stand over you broken bloody body looking down at you with the title in my hand. When you step into that cage with me you better be set, because it is going to be one match that you will never forget." Flame says as he stays dazed into the fire.
Scene fades to black
