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Date Posted: 14:39:53 11/26/02 Tue
Author: James "Da Maniac" Jones
Subject: Right Angles

Basic knowledge of life is all that is required of one to figure out the inhuman, animalistic type sounds that emerge from deep underground. Maybe twenty feet down in the sewer; perhaps twenty-five feet down - It's difficult to tell. Those whines and howls come from a deranged individual, one who, according to many, is not human and does not possess outright characteristics that humans should. His name - James "Da Maniac" Jones. Today was not about trash-talking the hell out of Ric Righteous - he had done enough of that already. And plus, Jones was not in the most stable and logical of moods. Not very characteristic of a human, huh? To him, it was as normal as normal could possibly be. A camera spins, doing a 180 before managing to get itself filming down into the sewer, mostly enveloped by darkness. The free flow of dirty water drowns out the howls every now and then, but only for short periods. Jones was on his knees, breathing slowly and meaningfully. The FedWars.Com Title was firmly strapped around his neck. Most of his body from the knees down was either covered in dirt or soaked through. All of a sudden James Jones stopped crawling and looked around him. Where the hell was he? He shook his head slowly, his memory not coming back to him as he wanted it to. Slowly it did, with snippets of images from earlier. The rain was too heavy for him to walk in, so he had escaped out of the rain into a sewer. And now he had no clue where to go.

"Fuck," was all he could say. Who would have said otherwise, if they were in his situation, with his current mind-set and the such? No an awful lot.

He stopped crawling and sat down on his backside, which hurriedly absorbed the dirty, filthy water from the side of the sewer that he was on. Jones let out a low whistle, looking down at the drop below to where most of the water was. Another 15 feet down. Not a good place to think about jumping, right? The thought quickly left his brain. After all, it was not that long until Communication Breakdown.

"...I'm stupid, weak, indecisive and seemin'ly worthless accordin' to my friend Ric Righteous. I had the nigglin' feelin' prior to him comin' on camera that he'd come out with somethin' of the sort. Why expect any better, right? He's from the BACW after all, and scum from there fail to look past their own success to give even a shadow of respect or admiration of others, despite the fact that it would be just to do so." Jones muttered it gravely, without real emotion other than the obvious anger, always on the tip of his tongue.

"We've got quite a problem here, Ric, don't we? Here I am now, in a drain, with no idea of how I got here, why I decided to come here, and how the hell to get out. It's quite a similar problem to the one that awaits you at Communication Breakdown. I apologise, that might be an awful lot to take in when you're so damn blind by your own egotistic antics that the world could go to hell as far as you care. You see Ric, how this is similar is that despite those words you say, and may well and truly believe, you're the WeWA World Champion, without an idea HOW. Was it not you who did the attackin' on an already injured Obsidian and mentally destroyed Carlos Ortiz? Not as tough as takin' on four men, like you seem to think you do on a weekly basis. WHY Ric did you decide to return the BACW two weeks ago? To force those "rookies" as you labelled them to get on their knees and worship you, the Messiah? Surely if you were a Messiah, those "rookies" would not think twice of gettin' on their knees for you? WHY then must you force and beat them down until they actually show you this respect and worship you falsely believe they all have for you? Finally, HOW do you escape from the upcomin' fight that awaits you? No, please don't use your words as weapons; it does not work at such a huge stage. Communication Breakdown will show up those who hid behind their words, for whatever reason. Gettin' worried, Ric? More than likely you are, but why would you admit it? That would just damage your "perfect" and "untouchable" reputation that you so dearly long to hang on to. Oh Ric, please look at it logically. You don't even have the damned answers to the questions I've just put to you...so how in the hell do you expect to be able to answer to THIS?"

With these words Jones spins around as quickly but carefully as he can, his face coming completely up-front to the camera. "Da Maniac" widens his face as much as possible so that camera can pick up the life-long scars that shall remain until the day he dies. Which, he truly believes, is a long way off. Ric Righteous was wrong there too, Jones believed.

"Another question that has undoubtedly left you stunned; without reply. Go on, stammer it out if you must, Ric. Utter those words while tremblin' in your own boots, afraid to look me in these two eyes, one glass, one real. Say it; "I can't answer to THAT." SCREAM IT RIC. At the top of your lungs -- let the whole world hear you say it," Jones was ecstatic now. His voice in a second had gone from shouting to almost a whisper, "but you can't. It wouldn't do well for the merchandise, or the front-page magazines, would it Ric? It seems to me, that from just a couple of Promos of yours that I have listened and watched intently to, that you're no longer in it for the sheer pleasure of scramblin' someone's brains. And why? 'Cause as far as you can SEE, you've achieved everythin' that's there to be achieved. That's what you thought, prior to you bein' booked at Communication Breakdown. 'Cause now you've a chance to take it all Ric, take the eWrestlin'.Org AND FedWars.Com Titles in one epic encounter. The drawback from where you stand Ric, is that so can I. Now I could say it a thousand ways, in multiple languages of how I WILL, but I'll leave that to the CHILDREN, huh Ric? Callin' me the rookie...just typical as well as hypocritical. 'Cause within a moment, you call me a rookie, then turn around and say that you're goin' to "kick my ass". Quite advanced, from a so-called Messiah, ain't it? Ric, it's time for you to distinguish between the illusion and the reality of this whole situation. Your illusion sees you on top of the world, with all the rest of us peons grovellin' at your very presence, not worthy of lookin' at you. On the other hand, the reality is that you're on the same level as others, and are damn well beatable. Care to prove me wrong? I await Communication Breakdown, Ric...I really do," his voice once more fell abruptly, to a whisper that was very difficult to hear if you had not expected it to suddenly fall like that.

"As far as these comments that I'm a coward, a nobody, a rookie and one who attacks men from behind, I think YOU'VE got the wrong guy. You came out with the same statement Ric, and yeah, I'm repeatin' you. A coward? Do you know what the hell I have done? Of course not; and you don't care either. So because of that, you decide that 'cause you don't know a damn think, why not call me a coward. I see the logic, Einstein. A nobody? A nobody who just by chance is in the main event at Communication Breakdown, one of the biggest events of the year? Gimme a well-earned break, Ric. Surely you could at least drive insults at me that have some truth. A rookie? I'm sorry to burst your bubble pal, but if that's all you see me as, then by God there will be some fun and games at Communication Breakdown. Let's just say rookies don't become double-Champions, while I on the other hand, will. And please Ric, for the sake of well...anybody, please try to get your facts right. I attack men from behind that are already injured? Where did you come up with such a thought? The bloody dictionary? Or better still, the bible? Why not pop one or two of those MCW tapes into your VCR; you'd never know, you may just regret not doin' that. And no sir, I had absolutely zero doubts in my mind about our fight in the past, despite your heroics over at BACW and WWW. The image is still the same Ric as it was a week ago - Communication Breakdown ends with James Jones standin' over a has-been, one who should have died with the WWW, Ric Righteous, holdin' both belts - The FedWars.Com and eWrestlin'.Org Titles. That's only the start of it, Ric. That's only the beginnin' of your true, and most definitely deserved torment. Sleepless nights shall soon follow. Hot, torrid nightmares and sick and twisted images that will never leave your mind. The brutalisation you will come to terms with will have a long-lastin' effect on you Righteous. Those eyes of yours will have to be amputated, if there is such technology, 'cause the images you shall see will lead you to a blackened mind, soul and body. Ric, it's all a bundle of laughs now to you, but it's like the question goes; why do cowards talk the loudest?"

Jones stares blankly at the camera for several seconds, as if waiting for someone to answer the question for him. Seconds pass and nothing happens. James lets a long and slow sigh out, crawling on slightly in the sewer. The horrid smell is only finally hitting the nostrils of James now, who does his best not to be affected by it.

"It's called desperation. They've been badly broken, either mentally, physically or both. Of course, they don't WANT to show their desperation and despair, in which case drives 'em on to talk, and talk, and shout. Ric, you're my prime example. You've talked a lot, depressed a few, and relieved a couple. It feels like a weight off your shoulders, doesn't it Ric? That 'cause you spat out a storybook of bullsh*t, you feel better about yourself, even though that feelin' remains somewhere in the pit of your stomach. That forebodin' feelin', one that tells you that you're undoubtedly doomed for failure. Your downfall is inevitable. Oh it screams up at you, but you try to ignore it, if only for a brief period. You need relief...you need silence in those eardrums for a few sacred seconds to recollect the positive thinkin'..." he stops for a moment, and lets out an 'Ah Ha', as if just discovering a big problem.

"...But then it strikes you; there are no positive thoughts left. As far as you can see, with the current situation unravellin' itself, as if it is completely conspirin' against you, you are doomed. Your walls cave in around you, fall asunder, and all you can do is watch in helplessness. What else can you do, Ric? Not a helluva lot. Words only salvage those who have the skill to escape when those words are challenged. But Righteous, it would do your "image" no favours if you turned and walked out of the WeWA whilst you still have time. No, instead, you'll be at Communication Breakdown, yeah, I know you think you're too big to do otherwise. You'll talk your way into bein' the favourite, the one more likely to win the fight I'm sure. But when it comes to it, despite the fact that you may have millions fooled around the world, the truth WILL come out. Harsh as it may be Ric, it shall turn on you and bring out the truth of the situation. The truth bein' that your words make you look like some sort of legend or indeed god. When in actuality, there's no characteristic you possess that puts you into a league of your own. Why do I know this? 'Cause I've been told. Not by your biased foes who say anythin' to blacken your name, but from those who sit on the fence, those who are on no side, except their own. They've told me, Ric, that you're not as fearsome as some suggest. Go on, get back on that camera, work on some new one-liners to inspire the air-heads and idiots, label me a liar, dub me a coward, call me a fake. The truth WILL prevail. And by God when it does, as it always does, there will be some questions raised about you Ric. Like how the hell you were even ALLOWED to claim to be a Messiah of any sorts. The day you rued and convinced yourself would never come 'round is about to fall, two weeks away. Just a little reminder, Ric." James Jones brushed off the side of the sewer and laughed, his demented and crazed laughter echoing throughout the sewer.

Once more Jones looks down at the water below. I wonder how Ric will feel to fall even further down than THAT, he thought to himself with a grin. It was typical of Jones to let his mind race forward, ahead of the job at hand. It was a major flaw of his, though he never paid much attention to it. "Da Maniac" slapped the gold of the FedWars.Com Title that was on his neck, and nodded his head briefly.

"Because it's just 'round the corner. Not a month or two off where you can breathe our for the moment, knowin' all is well, safe and intact. Less than TWO weeks away, Ric. My how you shall be in for a shock all right. My how the WORLD shall be in for a shock. The Messiah beaten at his own game? Surely that wasn't predicted or given much of an odd in the bettin' offices. All to my advantage, Ric, you just keep that in mind. Underestimation is a grave mistake the best of us make at the worst of times. When you feel you're within stridin' distance of the finish line and others are way back, someone comes just up behind you. And then...LOOK OUT; all that hard work gone to hell over one huge and stupid mix-up. You reckon you're in a league of your own, well kudos to you Ric, we'll see the league you end up in after Communication Breakdown. Do you hear me? Do you even understand what I'm gettin' at, Mr. Messiah, sir? Or are you completely baffled, without a clue? Oh don't be shy Ric, share your problems, I'll take keen acumen in them and shall evaluate them at Communication Breakdown. The BACW? Bah. Forget about 'em Ric, and worry about the task on hand. Kodiak will still be there, Dee Jay Madrid will still be there, but one man who won't be followin' the WeWA PPV, will be ME. I'll have propelled myself forward, ahead of YOU, ahead of ALL. And yeah, once that shall happen it'll all be tears and what ifs from you, Ric. You'll never be in such a good position again...EVER. Batee wouldn't want you as his World Champion anymore. Hell, Law probably wouldn't either. And do you know why? 'Cause after all the work the BACW has done, all the sh*t it's dealt with and managed to go forward still...the person who was their ABSOLUTE BEST lost to someone even BETTER. Nope, not from the BACW, or from the IHW...but from the MCW...the federation Law, Batee and Cavanaugh all tried to shadow. By God Ric, when it comes to pass, and me, the "little MCW guy" is the main man, maybe then will you, like the rest of the world, be sorry..." his voice trailed off for a few moments.

Jones sat down completely, tried from all the crawling on his hands and knees. He lets out a satisfied sigh and winks mockingly at the camera, a wide, sick grin spreading over his whole face.

"...Sorry for ever underestimatin' those you don't have a f*ckin' clue about."

"Da Maniac" lets out a long fit of laughter, loud enough to wake the dead. He keeps pointing his index finger at the camera, still laughing dementedly. James rubs the FedWars.Com Title and cradles it in his arms, rocking back and forth ever so slightly. He sniffs back and disgustingly spits out a mouthful of blood and phlegm in one. You're next, Ric, he thought to himself, most definitely next...

STATIC.

When you're ripe you'll
Bleed out of control.
You'll bleed out of control.
You like attention
It's proof to you you're alive.
Stop parading your angles.

Confused?

You'll know when you're ripe.

When you're ripe you'll
Bleed out of control.
You'll bleed out of control.
You're pregnant with all this
Space thick with honey
But I lost my taste.
You're into depression 'cause
It matches your eyes.
Stop this faux to be famous..

Confused?

You'll know when you're ripe.

"elite"

- Deftones

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