Post by "Mr. HOMICIDE" REDRUM on Jun 15, 2020 0:26:01 GMT -5
(Transmission begins . . . )
"We are living in a very pinnacle time in humanity. A time when anything is possible... but nothing is visible. A time when distractions are a part of our everyday life. A time when money means more than flesh and blood. A time when we have Presidents, high-ranking officials, Senate members, and even police officers as well as everyday citizens are so consumed with fear that they will no longer think before they speak. They use that reptilian part of their brain that hasn't served humanity for centuries... and they let it guide their everyday lives. You know.. they say negativity breeds negativity. And never have we had such a hard copy version of this simple phrase, staring us so blatantly in our mugs... as we do now. While a good 99% of humanity eats up these distractions with a spoon like it were Grandma's grapefruit breakfast .. with a good douse of sugar, because... "Do what YOU ARE TOLD TO DO." or "DO WHAT OTHERS DO." Do not go against the grain. Do not be a free thinker. Because that means you are an outcast. And if you are an outcast than no one understands you. Well... GUESS WHAT.....
The system was broken before it even started. This is nothing new to anyone. Sheep were meant to be tend to. And there always has to be a Shepard to lead, correct?"
{A sudden flash of light as a cigarette is lit. As the smoke screen (no pun intended) blocks the sheepish grin of a very calmly sitting REDRUM.}
"I've been receiving an influx emails, letters, queries .. from fans all over the globe. They are elated that my particular flavor of insanity has crept it's way back into the squared circle. But one question keeps popping up. Everyone wants to know one single thing.... Why Jayson Violence? No. In fact, I've heard little feedback about him at all. Besides the praise for taking that barbed wire crowbar to his skull and dawning a crimson mask of his life plasma. So JUST what IS IT that the fans of OPW and of "Mr. F*CKING HOMICIDE" want to know?"
(REDRUM's hair is a mess as usually. It is wet and draped against his face which gives us a very poor view of his devilish stare. With a whip of his neck he flings his hair back...unleashes his vampire-esque fangs and stares deeply into the camera. He then proceeds to stick out his tongue and ash, this once enjoyable cig, onto his tongue. Without even a flinch of his facial features, he aimlessly flicks the butt and regains his calm composure.)
"Why now?"
"After a decade in retirement , besides a few … "inside jobs?" - REDRUM exclaims in almost self inquisitive manner.
"No... I don't like that. So , currently, for a lack of a better term... lets call them business ventures." REDRUM then releases a short but very menacing laugh to break the ice as he gets back on track.
"Anyway, … besides making a few appearances. WHY NOW?! I have done all I needed to do in this sport?, right? I am a multiple time World Champion...a multiple time Grand Slammer and Hall of Famer. So what do I have left to prove, other than putting my body through more pain."
Well.. It all goes back to the same thing I've said since day one.
"There is nothing to fear, but fear itself."
"There is nothing to fear, but fear itself."
. . .
"We are living in a time when fear is no longer an emotion... it has become an actual human trait. And one that only monks, gurus, or people of different realms, such as myself, can fight through."
"So the question that begs answering. Why now? Because the fear has run so rampant that it could be cut with a knife. And that's what I intend to do. Despite your very confident demeanor. I smell the fear coming out of your every pour Jayson. Last week... when those fans boo's suddenly transformed into pops of elated joy. That was the beginning of the transformation. While everyone else runs in fear. I stand firm... grounded, with my backbone very much in tact and my mind as sharp as ever. For all of those who think I have lost a step. Just await the carnage that comes next. It starts with you.... Jayson, Jayson, Jayson... My Dear Jayson. What am I to do with you?"
(REDRUM reaches to his side, while sitting in his metal chair. He picks up the blood stained, barbed-wire wrapped crowbar and smiles.)
"THERE IS NOTHING TO FEAR BUT FEAR ITSELF"
"I AM YOUR FUCKING FEAR"