Post by AlphaBeta on Apr 18, 2014 14:44:14 GMT -5
The scene opens with Ryan Blaze walking at a brisk pace through the ghost town-esque hallway. His face was painted in the typical fashion, his devilish smile looked caked with grit and grime. Between his teeth, a cigarette was being chomped down on, burning up the poisonous tobacco and spreading out in a silky wave of smoke.
He stops when he recognizes the camera following him, looking over to the man holding the piece of equipment. He cackles his vicious, maniacal and egotistical laugh and paces his way quickly over. He reaches out, grabs the camera, and pulls it close.
Welcome to the arena, Ryan! Hope it's pleasant! Hope you have a wonderful time!
You wouldn't believe the lack of a proper greeting for the God of War. Go figure.
He shoves the camera back, and motions for it to follow as he scampers off, chuckling with each step he takes. He continues his walk throughout the hallways while talking to the camera following after him.
I tell ya, ya won't find good violence these days. Everyone is scared of a little bump here, a tiny bruise there. Maybe we as a society should regress into a more animistic state, I'm thinking.. Get blood sports back, open up a gladiators arena, raise the youth to wield swords instead of pens, because power ain't books when the apocalypse comes, ya know, it's muscle and will to kill.. Everything has developed into a fuckin' bass-ackwards situation, where nothing makes sense. War has always been around before colleges, and it'll surpass the education system and political views... "I'm Democratic! I'm a Liberal!" Fuck that I'm a warrior...yadda yadda, life right?
Every one is scared of the monsters, we're so hell bent and determined to rid the world of monsters....
He shakes his head in disbelief ending his random, off the cuff rant. He realized he was rambling about topics that the general audience would either not understand, or not agree with, so Ryan decided to just cut it off there and then.
He had led the camera into a darker area of the arena, the whereabouts unknown. The worker was so focused on keeping up that half of his shot was random walls, the flooring... All dubbed over by Ryan's voice.
But let me tell ya, mama always told me when I was a baby that monsters weren't real, so realistically, why's everyone so scared? Monsters are imaginary, right?
He laughs, almost giggles hysterically in excitement. He flicks on a light, and what's revealed is the room he was previously seen inhabiting in his previous promo. Packs of smokes, empty bottles of booze, and weapons for days littered the grungy area. It looked as if he had been squatting here for months.
I always thought that, anyways. Monsters are fictional. They're fake. They can't harm us....
Then, I tore my sisters face to pieces while we were both under contract at TNB, and I realized two important things...
I'm a monster myself, thus making monsters... very real..
and that my mother is a lying bitch.
He leans over, gripping a baseball bat wrapped in piercing barbed wire. He tosses it into a pile which contained a kendo stick with nails in it, a couple frying pans, a barbecue lighter, a hair straightener, and an old DJ deck. He had got creative with his weapons of mass destruction.
And let it be known that this monster, in the flesh, is coming.... home. Brace your shit holes, sluts. Wouldn't want ya to crap yourself just yet.
He stops when he recognizes the camera following him, looking over to the man holding the piece of equipment. He cackles his vicious, maniacal and egotistical laugh and paces his way quickly over. He reaches out, grabs the camera, and pulls it close.
Welcome to the arena, Ryan! Hope it's pleasant! Hope you have a wonderful time!
You wouldn't believe the lack of a proper greeting for the God of War. Go figure.
He shoves the camera back, and motions for it to follow as he scampers off, chuckling with each step he takes. He continues his walk throughout the hallways while talking to the camera following after him.
I tell ya, ya won't find good violence these days. Everyone is scared of a little bump here, a tiny bruise there. Maybe we as a society should regress into a more animistic state, I'm thinking.. Get blood sports back, open up a gladiators arena, raise the youth to wield swords instead of pens, because power ain't books when the apocalypse comes, ya know, it's muscle and will to kill.. Everything has developed into a fuckin' bass-ackwards situation, where nothing makes sense. War has always been around before colleges, and it'll surpass the education system and political views... "I'm Democratic! I'm a Liberal!" Fuck that I'm a warrior...yadda yadda, life right?
Every one is scared of the monsters, we're so hell bent and determined to rid the world of monsters....
He shakes his head in disbelief ending his random, off the cuff rant. He realized he was rambling about topics that the general audience would either not understand, or not agree with, so Ryan decided to just cut it off there and then.
He had led the camera into a darker area of the arena, the whereabouts unknown. The worker was so focused on keeping up that half of his shot was random walls, the flooring... All dubbed over by Ryan's voice.
But let me tell ya, mama always told me when I was a baby that monsters weren't real, so realistically, why's everyone so scared? Monsters are imaginary, right?
He laughs, almost giggles hysterically in excitement. He flicks on a light, and what's revealed is the room he was previously seen inhabiting in his previous promo. Packs of smokes, empty bottles of booze, and weapons for days littered the grungy area. It looked as if he had been squatting here for months.
I always thought that, anyways. Monsters are fictional. They're fake. They can't harm us....
Then, I tore my sisters face to pieces while we were both under contract at TNB, and I realized two important things...
I'm a monster myself, thus making monsters... very real..
and that my mother is a lying bitch.
He leans over, gripping a baseball bat wrapped in piercing barbed wire. He tosses it into a pile which contained a kendo stick with nails in it, a couple frying pans, a barbecue lighter, a hair straightener, and an old DJ deck. He had got creative with his weapons of mass destruction.
And let it be known that this monster, in the flesh, is coming.... home. Brace your shit holes, sluts. Wouldn't want ya to crap yourself just yet.