Post by sampsoncyprus on Apr 18, 2013 23:26:31 GMT -4
Video uploaded to sampsoncyprus.com 4/18/13 11:59pm
The shot is shaky and a bit on the pixelated side as though taken from the front camera on a smartphone. We can make out the long white hair and broad shoulders of Sampson Cyprus dominating the foreground. His hair is pulled back away from his face and he wears a dingy muscle shirt. The room is lit in the ugly yellow common to cheap light bulbs. We can see small patches of paint peeling on the walls behind Sampson. The man is looking at the camera, or more accurately the phone's display, with a quizzical expression; eyebrows furrowed in concentration. After a moment, as though assured he is being recorded Sampson's expression becomes firm. His mouth draws down into a line and Sampson begins to speak in an aggressive, if somewhat slurred, tone.
Sampson: Alright, I am talking to you tonight in response to a 'challenge' from Jace Savage. This man called a press conference to announce that he wanted to fight one Sampson Cyprus. The news media reacted with one question overwhelmingly: Who is he? Allow me to reintroduce myself.
He lights a cigarette.
Sampson: My name is Sampson Cyprus and I am mean as a junkyard dog. I am an honest to God, seven fisted humdinger of a sonofabitch and I have never declined a challenge in my life. I haven't thought twice about a fight since my twelfth birthday when my old man asked me if I thought I was man enough to take him on. I thought about it for all of a second and then and I knocked his dick in the motherfuggin dirt.
Sampson takes a swig from a nearby bottle before continuing.
Sampson: Jace Savage, last Monday I stomped you like the roach you are. I did it without thinking twice or without feeling bad for a second. In response, you have done exactly two things. Talk and talk some more. You want to fight me? Kid, you don't need to ask for my say so. Just show up and knuckle up and we'll be in a fight. Here's some free advice, because i know you can afford it: When a man puts his hands on you it means talking time is over. You don't respond to an attack with a press conference. You respond with an attack. I'll be waiting.
The scene ends abruptly as the recording is stopped.
The shot is shaky and a bit on the pixelated side as though taken from the front camera on a smartphone. We can make out the long white hair and broad shoulders of Sampson Cyprus dominating the foreground. His hair is pulled back away from his face and he wears a dingy muscle shirt. The room is lit in the ugly yellow common to cheap light bulbs. We can see small patches of paint peeling on the walls behind Sampson. The man is looking at the camera, or more accurately the phone's display, with a quizzical expression; eyebrows furrowed in concentration. After a moment, as though assured he is being recorded Sampson's expression becomes firm. His mouth draws down into a line and Sampson begins to speak in an aggressive, if somewhat slurred, tone.
Sampson: Alright, I am talking to you tonight in response to a 'challenge' from Jace Savage. This man called a press conference to announce that he wanted to fight one Sampson Cyprus. The news media reacted with one question overwhelmingly: Who is he? Allow me to reintroduce myself.
He lights a cigarette.
Sampson: My name is Sampson Cyprus and I am mean as a junkyard dog. I am an honest to God, seven fisted humdinger of a sonofabitch and I have never declined a challenge in my life. I haven't thought twice about a fight since my twelfth birthday when my old man asked me if I thought I was man enough to take him on. I thought about it for all of a second and then and I knocked his dick in the motherfuggin dirt.
Sampson takes a swig from a nearby bottle before continuing.
Sampson: Jace Savage, last Monday I stomped you like the roach you are. I did it without thinking twice or without feeling bad for a second. In response, you have done exactly two things. Talk and talk some more. You want to fight me? Kid, you don't need to ask for my say so. Just show up and knuckle up and we'll be in a fight. Here's some free advice, because i know you can afford it: When a man puts his hands on you it means talking time is over. You don't respond to an attack with a press conference. You respond with an attack. I'll be waiting.
The scene ends abruptly as the recording is stopped.
