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"Nightmare" Sean Dahmer
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Date Posted: 07:33:07 03/05/02 Tue
Disclaimor: This Roleplay has been brought to you by Nightmare Co. a sub-division of Bad Dreams Inc.
 This roleplay has been brought to you by the sick and twisted mind of Sean Dahmer... any material you find tasteless... you can go fuck yourself, because I ain't changin' it!
***The scene opens outside the cave-like area we last saw Dahmer and Blaze in. They are walking through the cold, fast rain. Dahmer looks over at blze and they two slap and shake hands before heading off in different dirrections. Dahmer sees the camera follow him.***
 Dahmer: Crome, Lance... no matter what you say or do... Blaze and this nightmare infront of you... will be coming out on top. You think that you have anything on us... you don't... believe me you don't.
***Dahmer hops on his Lime Green Kawasaki Ninja and speeds off into the puring rain. About 25 minutes later we re-join Dahmer in his newly furnished house. He avioded this place for years and years, but we saw not to long ago the outburst he hd here... allowing him to shake fear into Will Casey's heart. He won there, and now that he has a faced the fear in coming back to the place where his world became the nightmare he now lives. He sits down on his couch and takes a sip of a drink he just mixed together. He scoffs, and picks up a bottle of Vodka, he turens it up and dumps some in the cup, he tastes it and smiles. he sits back and flips on his T.V... he flips through the channels for what seems to be an eternity before finnally settling on the CWA developmental show. He watches aand laughs and young people make mistakes. He watches and soon a commercial comes up. When it comes back. Crome is shown training. He cuts a nice promo before the show returns to Jobberdown! He glares into the T.V. for a few moments. He looks over to see a CWA camera...***
Dahmer: I see that fuck Mark likes to see me at my pissed off state, so he sends some skinny, twerp of a cameraman to find me, instead of his "boys" Crome or Lance... "I'm not my daddy" Ryden! I see that instead of being a man about it he sends a pipsqueak with a camera. Well, thats fine... I'd bet, you boys think I'm pissed to the point where I would... ataack this guy, have hime take your place... make him look like a fool... Well, guess what... your right... but i'm not gonne beat his ass, hit him, kick him, hell, i won't even touch the man. He's already the jackass who's doing your dirty work. So jackass are you having fun?!
***the camera shakes back and forth***
Dahmer: no fun huh?
***the camera shakes back and forth, again.***
Dahmer: just like those two watered down, assholes are gonna find out, and just like they will apear at Strikezone! They will be the two biggest jackasses in CWA history... and that all there is to it! Crome, you tell me that touching that whore of yours is going to make me pay... not it won;t because i wouldn't pay for that if i were buying it for suicide's bachelor party... i wouldn't pay for that if i were a man with a have a dick... that is disgusting you sick fuck! Thas like the fucking grand canyon... i mean hell... I'm suprised you've survived! It realy doesn't matter though, because getting lost in that twat is the lightest that can happen to you, beause this saturday... 6 days from today you will experience, pain and suffering at it's most extreme... and that is the fucking truth... because i don;t care who you are are... the nightmare cannot be stopped... the only two losses i have here, were flukes... R'Ken got lucky, because i was weak, well that weakness is gone... Van... Suicide... whoever the hell he claims to be this week blidsided me with a sledgehammer... tha fact is... the no one here has beaten me... especially you Crome... I beat you lance... when you were Drake... when you were "daddy"! Lance go fuck yourself because that the only way you can get laid in the first place... you canl;t all what yu do with vixen getting laid... getting lost but not getting laid.
***Dahmer smiles as he flicks the T.V. off.***
Dahmer:Dahmer: you know... Lance... you have been quiet as of late... that only makes me think... about you... and your lack of charecter... i mean... you didn't say a word all last week, and now we go into a match with you and a partner... this time, no blindsiding with Sledgehammers... and you expect to win?! Crome whats up with your boy? Since he too much of a pussey to do or say a damn thing... i just have to focus on you crome... because bitch boy probly won't even show up! Crome, you and your little whore can Pick on Zachariah all you wany... but the fact is, that boy will be the end of you if you don't shut your little bitchy mouth... you thought mabye you could get a blind side on me... you though that you could get a beat down after i was hit with a sledge hammer... well your wrong. End of the World, that what I told you and thats what you got... Zachariah has only begun... and when he is ready for in ring action, he's gonna rip the house down... from oine end of the arena to the other, just like Bad Dreams does best! crome if you actually think, you can beat a Suicidal nightmare... a sick, sadistic, horrible bastard like myslef... hehe... my hands.... I can see then now... the saop running down the creases of my hands as i wash away the tainted blood of Crome, the tainted blood of lance Ryden, and if she gets in my way, the tainted blood of Vixen... I can see the scrub brush that goes over my hands as i watch the red water flow into the sink, and I smile as i realize what i have done... how badly i have destroyed this man... I can hear it now... the ambulene wailing... as they take your three broken bodys... to the E.R. of some twisted hospital... and i can hear the screams as they perfomr unnessacary operations... oh i love it... the day is almost upon us... the day when your worst fantasy, and my most affetive fantasy come true... Sweet Dreams boys... Sweet Dreams!
***Dahmer grabs the razor from his floor... the very same razor he used as a child to blade, and juice all over his back yard... he picks it up and puts it to his skin, cutting a gash into his forehead... the blood gushes, and he licks the blood from the razor cutting his tongue in the process... he smiles as the blood pours from his forehead***
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