Post by Metal Dragon on Jan 13, 2011 20:12:49 GMT -5
A camera moves around before positioning itself to show a close-up of Metal Dragon's face, the recording device apparently being held by the subject itself given the constant jerky motions.
"Let's take a look in my truck, shall we?"
MD walks toward a black Ford F-150, keeping the camera in front of his face while he mutters various curses. The Tennessean reaches into the bed of the truck and his eyes go wide, grasping the object he sought to show the world.
"I said I'd find something backstage to inspire me... Inspired I am. You see, I was at EVPW to see if there was a side of me that I left there. Indeed there was. I saw that side, then..."
A very irritating noise is heard as something is dragged out of the truck's bed, MD taking the mystery object by one hand so that he doesn't need to put the camera down. Suddenly, the sound of glass shattering is heard and Dragon suddenly switches his view back to the camera. The Man of Golden Words squats down and his free hand touches the ground, sifting through what is revealed by the camera to be the broken remnants of a mirror.
"I found a mirror. I saw myself. Ryan, for inspiration, I saw myself wrestling in EVPW. I saw myself at the peak of my excellence, just before the most devastating loss of my career in a Trifecta. Ryan Hughes, I saw you and me facing off in a match that has stayed dormant since 2008 for the good of all humanity: The Dragon's Dungeon. I don't even want you to bleed, Ryan. I want you to be cauterized and blown apart, decimated until you can't even move. I've been in the NeXuS twice, I've been in an Asylum Cage, I've been in 200 Lighttube Deathmatches... The dungeon, despite being the brainchild of lots of alcohol and schizophrenia, still frightens me. I hope it mortifies you."
MD has begun rooting around in his pocket, and soon enough puts a cigarette into his mouth. A couple of seconds later, a lighter is lifted up to it, igniting the tobacco. Dragon blows smoke out of the side of his mouth, puts the lighter and pack of smokes in his pocket, then takes the cigarette out of his mouth.
"Ryan... Neither of us will be the same after we enter the dungeon, but with me, it'll be relief because I've finally gotten rid of you."
Another drag of the cigarette ends up with smoke blown at the lens as the camera is turned off.
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"Let's take a look in my truck, shall we?"
MD walks toward a black Ford F-150, keeping the camera in front of his face while he mutters various curses. The Tennessean reaches into the bed of the truck and his eyes go wide, grasping the object he sought to show the world.
"I said I'd find something backstage to inspire me... Inspired I am. You see, I was at EVPW to see if there was a side of me that I left there. Indeed there was. I saw that side, then..."
A very irritating noise is heard as something is dragged out of the truck's bed, MD taking the mystery object by one hand so that he doesn't need to put the camera down. Suddenly, the sound of glass shattering is heard and Dragon suddenly switches his view back to the camera. The Man of Golden Words squats down and his free hand touches the ground, sifting through what is revealed by the camera to be the broken remnants of a mirror.
"I found a mirror. I saw myself. Ryan, for inspiration, I saw myself wrestling in EVPW. I saw myself at the peak of my excellence, just before the most devastating loss of my career in a Trifecta. Ryan Hughes, I saw you and me facing off in a match that has stayed dormant since 2008 for the good of all humanity: The Dragon's Dungeon. I don't even want you to bleed, Ryan. I want you to be cauterized and blown apart, decimated until you can't even move. I've been in the NeXuS twice, I've been in an Asylum Cage, I've been in 200 Lighttube Deathmatches... The dungeon, despite being the brainchild of lots of alcohol and schizophrenia, still frightens me. I hope it mortifies you."
MD has begun rooting around in his pocket, and soon enough puts a cigarette into his mouth. A couple of seconds later, a lighter is lifted up to it, igniting the tobacco. Dragon blows smoke out of the side of his mouth, puts the lighter and pack of smokes in his pocket, then takes the cigarette out of his mouth.
"Ryan... Neither of us will be the same after we enter the dungeon, but with me, it'll be relief because I've finally gotten rid of you."
Another drag of the cigarette ends up with smoke blown at the lens as the camera is turned off.
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