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"Nightmare" Sean Dahmer
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Date Posted: 21:08:12 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 up at the house of Sean Dahmer. He is seated on a steelchair facing into the camera. His head has a thick bandage on it. He is looking into the "eye" of the camera. A hand comes from underneath the camera. and moves the rook on a chessboard taking one of Dahmer's bishops.***
 Dahmer: Fuck me! That leaves me with no bishops... your such a cock monger!
***A sadistic-like laugh comes from the person. Dahmer looks at the board. He looks around for a second... before taking his queen and placing his mystery freind in a state of Check. The guy smirks and moves his rook over taking his King our of check. Dahmer smiles and puts his freind in checkmate. The mans fist hits the table knocking the pieces all over. Dahmer smiles as they set the bopard back up.***
Dahmer: I told you I'd win... just like me and Blaze this Saturday. Lance thinks he's untouchable... and he thinks that he's witty with his explination on why I call others gay... i call other gay, because i see homosexuality as a weakness... do i care?! Shit now... if a guy wants to puff another dudes rope, then go ride ahead... but from what i have seen it's a weakness... a weakness that i sense in you two... a weakness that is like a cancer, it must be cut away. Do I think you homosexual... mabye... I don't know and i don't care. You guys wanna have peter puffing parties... go right the fuck ahead... none of my bizness, are you gay... yeah, because your weak, and your nothing to boot. You guys think that your beyond the System... BEYOND WHAT SYSTEM?! He sees my little promo earlier, I did what most fucking wrestlers do every day... i bladed, i cut myself... but theres a difference on why I did it and why they do it... I did it... to feel alive... when i see my own blood... it makes me feel alive... it makes me feel like i am here for a reason... otherwise, why the fuck do i do what i do... i love to spill others blood... but it's just no fun if my blood isn't spilt in the process... those guys think by calling them names it does me any good... shit... what people say and what people do... are two seprate and totally different things... but you see with me... there are no differences between what i do and say... because my words are like credit... buy now... pay later... you see i talk alot of shit, and say what i got to say because i back up every single motherfucking word of it!!! Every god damned word i say in my promos are always that of the truth... ALWAYS... Lance this guy thinks he's any good... I rolld over his ass in the tounament... but then again who didn't i roll over in that tournament... come to think of it... no one. Thats the past and the past matters not... what mattrs now is the present... the here and now... every second of every day from now till Saturday... two men will be on my mind... Crome, and Lance Ryden.
***Dahmer makes his first move***
Dahmer: You know what I'm like in the ring, and these two women think they cn beat me... no one can beat me in that ring... Ash knows that... Tiffany cross knows that Xavier Newborne knows... R'Ken Ballz knows... they all know... because they have been in the ring with me... they have gone toe to toe with me... they know what I can and cannot do! Crome and Lance are gonna find this out the hard way... shit after Saturday Crome won;t have the balls to take that Extreme Title from me! because he will see the pain, and the suffering that I showed those other I mentioned before.
***Mystery Man makes his move, as a knock is heard at Dahmer's door. Dahmer gets up and walks over. He opens his door and the soken wet body of Blaze walks in, he is smoking a ciggarette and is a bit drunk from all the beer. Dahmer shakes his hand...***
Dahmer: Just in time... i was just explaining to our freind here what we are gonna do on Saturday.
***Blaze look at the guy and is startled.***
 Blaze: Fuck... what the hell is he doing here?! Why in the hell is he in your house?!
Dahmer: Just trust me... OK?! I've got it covered. Have a seat on the couch here.
***Dahmer helps Blaze onto the couch and goes back over to the game. He look at the board and makes a quick move. The hand from behind the camera makes a quick move and automaticly puts him in checkmate. Dahmer eyes get big. He gets noticably pissed.***
Dahmer: FUCKER!!! It's like another jab in the back... nah just fuckin around. Fuck... I gotta get my mind on one thing... it's this fuckin' match on saturday... these beyond the system fucks are getting to me! Crome and his slut, fucking Ryden and his daddy... FUCK!!! These guys have to pay... these guys have to fucking pay... bit time... these fucks are mine... and Blazes of course... it's like i told them before... Nightmare, are not real... but this one is... this one is TOO fucking real! You know there is a thin line between fantasy... dreams... and reality... that why we are Bad Dreams... because they don;t wanna wake up from our beating, from the destruction we cause... they don't wanna wake up from it... we distort that barrier... that line between fantasy... dreams, and reality. these fuckers will find that out come staurday... because no one corners bad Dreams... no one fucks with the Nightmare... the Suicidal Nightmare... sorry... no one fuck with me... or my boys... and Crome talk about leader ship... we ain;t got no leader... i don't tell them to do shit... they do what they want when they want... Mercy... Blaze are free to do what they wish... Crome talks about powere... shit this guy wants so much poower it's sickening... he actually wants to be all powerful... fuck power... the only power i want is the power over a mans soul, his existence... and whether or not to let him live, die, or go unconcious... Crome... Lance... these two fucks are putting themselves into a position... that they just don't wanna be in... they just don't want to be in this situation... but they put themselves in it and the consiquesnses are great... those two fucks will not have Sweet Dreams....
***Dahmer kicks his seat from under him and knocks the table over, he looks dead into the camera.***
Dahmer: Thats right assholes... you two asses... won;t be sleeping well... SWEET DREAMS!!!
***The guys who was behind the camera chuckles as only his back is seen, and nothing can be made out in the dim lighting.***
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