|The Bad Guy|
Posts : 11
Join date : 2011-10-14
|Subject: The Usurper. Wed Nov 30, 2011 6:36 am|| |
For a few seconds, nothing, just a black screen.
Eventually, a voice can be heard.
The Bad Guys' voice.
"Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing;"
A spotlight blares on him.
All you can see is his face,
that arrogant smile.
"Conferderate season, else no creature seeing;
Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected,
With Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected,
Thy natural magic and dire property,
On wholesome life usurp..."
The Bad Guy pauses.
Tension fills the air.
The Bad Guy stares into the camera.
"Tonight, ladies and gentlemen,
You shall address me as the usurper,
For I will take the title from CM Punk's dying hands,
I will stand over him as he takes his last breath,
I will end the reign of Punk, and begin my own."
The Bad Guy smiles, the spotlight goes off.
Posts : 67
Join date : 2011-10-20
|Subject: Re: The Usurper. Thu Dec 01, 2011 10:17 pm|| |