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Date Posted: 20:38:24 11/13/02 Wed
Author: Cypher
Subject: Injection

[ A view from God. Above all else is one man, one who will never die, but will always be questioned. How we came into existence is one of the many wonders of the human mind, and this man is an opinion. Could the reason of our existence, our bringing into life, be all from the hands of this God? One will never know, especially since the world will cease to exist in a couple thousand years. But, this God has always been looked upon as some sort of icon. The father of everybody, the one who everybody asks the tough questions to. They pray to him. This man is not who you think it is, boys and girls, no. They call this man by a different name, a different man with no values. This man is called the Cyphallic One. ]

[ Cypher walks around through the sharp blades of grass. It is nearly Winter and the eddies of air swirling around The Cyphallic One are much cooler than usual. There are no other people about. Children are home, safe and warm, playing Yahtzee or Boggle. The parents are out for dinner. Just one man; just Cypher, is outdoors. ]

" The place is dead. "

[ Cypher keeps moving. It is an open field and the Cyphallic One goes in no particular direction. ]

" Very dead, indeed. Remains of the man I have to take out on Saturday. Some wiseass named Deadcell. What the hell kind of name is 'Deadcell' anyhow? "

[ Cypher's bleach blonde hair seems to be ordinary in this business nowadays. Mike Johnson, James Jones, so many others. It is very short, nearly bald, and the others can spike it up. Cypher's green-tinted shades glow in the wind. ]

" I'm a Lost Boy, why in the hell am I concerning myself with some idiot named Deadcell? He has to have 9 or so others to back his ass up. Can he not compete by himself? I don't need the Lost Boys by my side to kick some ass. No, all I need is a little injection of Cyphallica. "

[ Cypher pulls out a vile that reads " Morphine ". That is crossed out and replaced by " Cyphallica ". ]

" Not now. I'll take some on Saturday. I'm full of Cyphallica anyhow. But Deadcell has none in him. The idiot can fork over a few bucks for some of this shit? If you want to actually have talent, Deadcell, and actually win a one on one match with a Lost Boy, then you may as well take some of this. I can supply a needle for no charge. "

[ The vile is put away. ]

" Before you all call me a god damned drug addict, I'll put this away. You see, Deadcell, you can not beat me. Even if I had no supply of Cyphallica, I could still beat you. Not because of my Lost Boys, because of talent and experience. I know what to do in the ring, what will hurt and what will not. I know what the weaknesses of others are, and I know my own strengths. Plus, I have the most devastating finishing move anyhow. "Injection of Cyphallica" is what it is called now. Top-Rope Moonsault into a DDT. It's quite the move, though you haven't the joy of being taken out by it. I won't let you go on Saturday without a feel of it though, without a little taste of Cyphallica. "

" Deadcell, you know that whatever you do you will not be able to defeat me. It is your best interest to stay away from me, and hell, just for your bones' sake, I think you should take the night off. Yeah, why fight me considering you know you'll end up laid out. I'd rather fight the fucknut Cross before I fight a mid-card asshat like you. Even Thurman Skydive would be a more formidble opponent. You may have beaten me and Thurman in a triple threat, but people mess up. Not me of course; Thurman screwed me up. Did you expect him to show up, I didn't, and I lost my focus. "

" Thurman, I don't give a damn how much you are pissed off at me, and how much you want to kill me. A lot of people do, you know, so why should I worry about you? Will you end up like the Wonderkid, a man who interfered in my match and never showed up again? Thurman, you mean absolutely dick-all to me. Don't concern yourself with tthe likes of me, Thurman. You can't handle what would come to you. You wouldn't be able to take an injection of Cyphallica without having some sort of seisure. That I can not respect. You p*ssy. But if you wan tto be pissed off at me for losing the match, fine, call me your scapegoat. I could care less what you think. In fact, this interview is over. Get the f*ck out of here! "

[ The screen goes black while your hardcore God walks through the open field. In the background, "Original Superman" by Pillar (God is referred to as the original Superman), plays. ]


OOC: Sorry it's so short.

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