Post by SwitchBack on Oct 15, 2009 8:09:25 GMT -5
Justin Case: And how does that make you feel?
The words are accompanied by a smile Warren wants to believe is insincere so he can offer to show Justin exactly how it feels with the aid of a baseball bat.
Warren Peace: Damn.
He clenches and unclenches his hands where they rest on the arms of his chair and focuses resolutely on the tag team belt on the wall behind him, fighting back the wave of anger threatening to crash over him.
Threatening to wash him away.
The question about the new number one contenders remains. Finally Warren snaps and directs his response into the camera lens.
Warren Peace: It isn't my fault. I will not be responsible for the new addition to the nightmares or the fresh scars on your back. I will not be to blame for the newly healed skin and still mending bones. I will not be to blame for repeatedly lashing you with leather whips that tear through your skin as you bite your tongue so hard it bleeds just to keep back the screams. I will not be to blame when I beat you black and blue and break your arm just because I feel like it, grinning at you in satisfaction at the loud crunch of snapped bones.
He pauses.
Warren Peace: No, Trish, I am not to blame.
(TAG / FADE)
The words are accompanied by a smile Warren wants to believe is insincere so he can offer to show Justin exactly how it feels with the aid of a baseball bat.
Warren Peace: Damn.
He clenches and unclenches his hands where they rest on the arms of his chair and focuses resolutely on the tag team belt on the wall behind him, fighting back the wave of anger threatening to crash over him.
Threatening to wash him away.
The question about the new number one contenders remains. Finally Warren snaps and directs his response into the camera lens.
Warren Peace: It isn't my fault. I will not be responsible for the new addition to the nightmares or the fresh scars on your back. I will not be to blame for the newly healed skin and still mending bones. I will not be to blame for repeatedly lashing you with leather whips that tear through your skin as you bite your tongue so hard it bleeds just to keep back the screams. I will not be to blame when I beat you black and blue and break your arm just because I feel like it, grinning at you in satisfaction at the loud crunch of snapped bones.
He pauses.
Warren Peace: No, Trish, I am not to blame.
(TAG / FADE)
