Post by warzone on May 18, 2010 4:11:26 GMT -4
(the scene opens to a long hallway concaved by numerous cells. the sign at the end of the hallway says "Admistrative segregation" the camera speeds past the cells, the noise in the hallway deafening in its intensity, until we reach C45. We look in there to see Alex Warman, naked except for white boxers, in a drab cell with nothing, not even a cot. He is a bit bruised up from the incident earlier that day, but okay.)
WARZONE: this is where you go for time-out. The ones in here with me either flipped out, needed special protection, or are just plain fucked up.
(a hellacious scream rips through the cell black, causing everyone to take notice.)
Warzone. Hes in here for allegedly killing his mother. Why? who knows. Why did i flip out when i seen that wiccan's segment? Because of the way he underestimated me. My hands and my rifle took the lives of 36 insurgents in the war, just so people like him can be free to practice bowing down to talismans and light candles around a fire. if its wasn't FOR ME, we would still be burning people like him at the stake.
(Warzone gets a sadistic smile on his face.)
Warzone: thats ok, because i got something VERY special planned for you, mr. mahu.
(footsteps to warzones cell catch everyones attention. A Correctional officers turns the lock with a loud CLICK! and opens the door)
Cop: Warman, get out. Your OR'ed.
(warman stands up, walking out in the hallway to be cuffed. Hes then taken back to booking for release and 4 hours later, He walking out the front door, donned in the same skull shirt, black pants, and trench coat.)
Warman: Own recognize bond. guess the jail was getting a bit too full. thats cool though. Not like ill ever be at court.
(warzone raises his hand and hails down a cab, telling the driver "1117 Plainfield Road" the cabby speeds off, not saying a word.)
Warzone: Cowboy Casanova? HAHA! Where the hell did APW dig up this Redneck Romeo? I seen his promo, goin' around in a beat up pick-up truck. Wakins, its time for you to go back to the farm, feed those chickens and milk those cows. Leave the "Rasslin'" to the ones who can handle the pain. Because after im through, you'll be drinking budwieser through a straw at northwest hospital.
(Warzone sits back, looking out the window as the cab heads towards Joilet illinois, right outside chicago.)
Warzone: you see my two victims. Theres something you need to know, if you already didn't. I hate ungratefulness. I hate the fact that you are BOTH UNGRATEFUL for what I've done for this country, just so you can be free from oppression. I took a fragmented gernade to my torso, commited the ultimate sin 37 times. and did i get a standing ovation when i came back home? HELL NO! and was SPIT ON! SHOT AT! INSULTED!... It made me angry. VERY angry. so...i took my fustration out on others for money. and was damn good at it. My record? 9 and 0.
Now, im changing the seasons. Trying something new. But guess what? The old me is here to stay. Im STILL the hero i was on the battlefield of iraq! Im STILL the nasty one who had to be pulled off of my enemies in those sweaty, grimy basements! And come Sunday, i WILL be the only one left standing!
(the cab stops, right in front of a shop called "Wings of wisdom". Pentagrams and portraits of Cerrunnos and Diana are in the window. Warzone throws the money through the hatch, and steps outside. He disappears in the alley for a minute, coming back out with a half full beer bottle)
Warzone: "Wings of wisdom". the biggest wicca and pagan supply shop in the chicago-land area.
(Warzone takes a rag from out of his jacket pocket, stuffing in in the bottle. He pulls out his lighter striking it aflame)
Warzone: Reduced to ashes.
(Warzone chucks the Molotov through the window with a loud crash of shattered glass. The inside of the building swarms with flames. Warzone looks at the carnage, almost in a trance like state, the fire reminding him of the burning oil-fields of Iraq. Distant sirens shake him out of it. and he begins to walk untill he hits the greyhound bus station. He starts to go in, but looks back at the camera for his final ominous words)
WARZONE: ill see you in Seattle.
WARZONE: this is where you go for time-out. The ones in here with me either flipped out, needed special protection, or are just plain fucked up.
(a hellacious scream rips through the cell black, causing everyone to take notice.)
Warzone. Hes in here for allegedly killing his mother. Why? who knows. Why did i flip out when i seen that wiccan's segment? Because of the way he underestimated me. My hands and my rifle took the lives of 36 insurgents in the war, just so people like him can be free to practice bowing down to talismans and light candles around a fire. if its wasn't FOR ME, we would still be burning people like him at the stake.
(Warzone gets a sadistic smile on his face.)
Warzone: thats ok, because i got something VERY special planned for you, mr. mahu.
(footsteps to warzones cell catch everyones attention. A Correctional officers turns the lock with a loud CLICK! and opens the door)
Cop: Warman, get out. Your OR'ed.
(warman stands up, walking out in the hallway to be cuffed. Hes then taken back to booking for release and 4 hours later, He walking out the front door, donned in the same skull shirt, black pants, and trench coat.)
Warman: Own recognize bond. guess the jail was getting a bit too full. thats cool though. Not like ill ever be at court.
(warzone raises his hand and hails down a cab, telling the driver "1117 Plainfield Road" the cabby speeds off, not saying a word.)
Warzone: Cowboy Casanova? HAHA! Where the hell did APW dig up this Redneck Romeo? I seen his promo, goin' around in a beat up pick-up truck. Wakins, its time for you to go back to the farm, feed those chickens and milk those cows. Leave the "Rasslin'" to the ones who can handle the pain. Because after im through, you'll be drinking budwieser through a straw at northwest hospital.
(Warzone sits back, looking out the window as the cab heads towards Joilet illinois, right outside chicago.)
Warzone: you see my two victims. Theres something you need to know, if you already didn't. I hate ungratefulness. I hate the fact that you are BOTH UNGRATEFUL for what I've done for this country, just so you can be free from oppression. I took a fragmented gernade to my torso, commited the ultimate sin 37 times. and did i get a standing ovation when i came back home? HELL NO! and was SPIT ON! SHOT AT! INSULTED!... It made me angry. VERY angry. so...i took my fustration out on others for money. and was damn good at it. My record? 9 and 0.
Now, im changing the seasons. Trying something new. But guess what? The old me is here to stay. Im STILL the hero i was on the battlefield of iraq! Im STILL the nasty one who had to be pulled off of my enemies in those sweaty, grimy basements! And come Sunday, i WILL be the only one left standing!
(the cab stops, right in front of a shop called "Wings of wisdom". Pentagrams and portraits of Cerrunnos and Diana are in the window. Warzone throws the money through the hatch, and steps outside. He disappears in the alley for a minute, coming back out with a half full beer bottle)
Warzone: "Wings of wisdom". the biggest wicca and pagan supply shop in the chicago-land area.
(Warzone takes a rag from out of his jacket pocket, stuffing in in the bottle. He pulls out his lighter striking it aflame)
Warzone: Reduced to ashes.
(Warzone chucks the Molotov through the window with a loud crash of shattered glass. The inside of the building swarms with flames. Warzone looks at the carnage, almost in a trance like state, the fire reminding him of the burning oil-fields of Iraq. Distant sirens shake him out of it. and he begins to walk untill he hits the greyhound bus station. He starts to go in, but looks back at the camera for his final ominous words)
WARZONE: ill see you in Seattle.
