Post by mouland on Aug 17, 2012 20:02:34 GMT -5
(The attic....how many treasured memories of the complete feeling at solace, the inward peace in knowing i was alone, so very, very alone............Everytime Father would whip me to my utter joy, as the lashes broke my skin and the rubbing alcohol seeped down my back afterwards, i would bite my tongue so hard and the taste of my own blood filled me with pure satisfaction.I loved it when Father got into the brandy on the weekends, I never felt so close to him after my beatings and the follow up sessions of sleeping in the attic, he was a beautiful man, i miss those days as a child dearly.Some would call it barbaric, i called it therapy.Up alone in that darkness, laying in a pool of my own blood barely able to move, the sounds of rats crawling in the walls and the smell of must filling the air......he thought he was showing me hell.....little did he know he was showing me my very own heaven .)
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(It was a little past midnight as Jeff Mouland made his way threw the doors of the Northside general hospital located in his hometown of North Sydney, Nova Scotia.Fully disguised as a doctor he anxiously made his way to the elevator.This was the night, the one where he would make the first step of his fantasy a reality.Deep down he had so much more planned out but he finally built the nerve up to take his desires to the next level.A name tag displaying "Dr.Oswald" clipped on his white doctors coat as the bright blue contacts and the 1000 dollar blond wig he paid for would surely kept his identity a secret.He hoped on the elevator and hit the basement button as a sick distorted smile came upon his face as the elevator door shut.)
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(As I entered the morgue a feeling of pure tranquilty came over me as if god had filled me with the holy spirit i became light headed and my heart filled will delight.As i looked at the new arrivals of the recently departed i was choosy on which one i wanted.One was a feeble old man who looked to be a cancer patient, by the way his face was sucked in and he looked as if he had received chemotherapy due to the non existant hair,,,,, a shame indeed, i would let him rest easy.)
(I past the old mans curtain and came to a obese man.He looked in his early forties and looked like he had eaten his last big mac meal which by my assumption he probaley died of a heart attack.....pfftttt, disgusting)
(I began too lose hope until i passed the the hamburgler and came across pure beauty.I tried to catch my breathe as i felt an overwhelming sense of butterflies in my stomach.There she laid before me, long black perfectly groomed hair,like silk as i ran my fingers threw it. Her high prominent cheekbones and pouty lips one could compare to angelina jolie.Her ample breast and legs and clean cut vagina laid before me as if she was inviting me almost......but not quite.I opened her closed eyes and stared into the dead blue.Souless, at rest, her skin was grey and i could not determine how she met her fate, but I knew what i wanted.....it was in my head....this was the perfect one.This was a step in the right direction.....this would be the beginning of something I was finding harder and harder to resist over the years.)
(Jeff closes the curtain as a sharp object appears in his hand and the camera fades out.)
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(We open to the scene of Jeff Mouland sitting in a darkened room with the moonlight radiating off his face threw the window. He sits calmly in the corner sipping on a rum and coke with classical piano music playing in the background from an old record player.He takes a sip of his drink and runs his hand threw his shaved black hair and lets out a heavy sign of relief as the smeared blood from his earlier actions is left on his shirt.He dips his left index finger into the blood and licks it off and stares ominously into the camera with an evil sneer as he begins to speak.)
Mouland:Chris, Roxi, Sonja, Bliss, Freddie.....it seems come high stakes I have quite the challenge ahead of me, as I must compete with the 5 of you too get a shot at the North American Championship.....pffffffft, you mock me Bill Adams by even indulging in the thought that a title would mean anything to me.I'm not here for titles, I'm here only for one thing, thats all, and thats the crimson red matter which will seep from each and everyone of you fools who have made mistake number one by opening your mouths and dear uttering threats toward someone you know nothing of and labeling me a dark horse.Especially you Chris Michaels and Roxi Johnson or Johnston, whatever your fucking name is it matters not for underestimating me and looking past me will only guarantee your impending doom.
(Mouland eyes almost look demonic as he stares into a the camera with a fierce and enraged expression)
Mouland:Chris Michaels, you like to ask alot of questions, your like a nosey neighbor who sits by the window watching everyone carefully , seeing who mowed their lawn this week, who took out their garbage this morning, sticking your nose in everyones business asking quetions that don't concern you at all. You Spew forth your ignorance questioning why each of us deserves to be in this match, for someone who lives in someone elses shadow you sure do think quite highly of yourself.You see, what i do with my spare time is my business Chris , you can poke around and ask why i wasn't on the card last week and accuse me of being unreliable and undeserving of being in the same ring with you and all this other irrelevant bullshit or you can just shut up and simply prove i don't belong in the same ring with you and stop holding yourself on an imaginary pedestal that you really are just that good.
(Mouland pauses)
Mouland:But the fact is you have only been handed 3rd tier to 2nd tier opponents so far, when i believe truly you do have what it takes to compete with the best of the best, but for some reason it seems your brother is the one who is being set up for the big push towards the world title while you have kind of chosen to let him assert himself as the alpha male between the two of you, which all in all, simply deems you a follower , a foot soldier, a man who is content with living in someone else's shadow, the true definition of the word coward.I may be alot of things...a freak......sociopath.......misfit.....but i can look in the mirror and know 'who i am.Threw your eyes you want the glory,to hold something of value, which i care not for as i spoke earlier.You aim to represent a nation by winning the North american title, which in all terms, is the ""second" best which you are adamant on becoming.You can proclaim to be whatever you want, and you may be able to beat a fair number of people on the roster, but one on one i'd dare say you would find yourself in for a very rude awakening overlooking me, up for the challenge?I'm sending it your way for next week, thats if your capable of moving your limbs if i don't get the chance of making you my primary focus this week.
(Mouland becomes restless and begins to pace back and forth before focusing on the camera again.)
Mouland:Roxi and bliss, you both seem to be taking my name "The Ice Wolf" as if its self-proclaimed and making a joke of me, really ladies?is that the best we have here?your that limited of mind your attacking a name that was placed on me by a commentator 6 years back.
(Jeff laughs at the immaturity of the two grown women)
Mouland:Heres one girl who thinks she's a superhero fighting justice living out a comic book fantasy and some whore who shakes her tits around and stinks of both mediocrity and desperation.You should really watch what you say too strangers bliss, the last thing you want is too piss me off and have me sneak into your bedroom at night and whack you in the head with a log and cut those pretty little tits off with a pair of garden scissors.You are right, I am one sick depraved fuck, the kind that lacks a conscious for whores and the ones that hold themselves high above humanity given by their appearance.I could care less if your a skilled ju jitsu practioner or not, you never know when the wolf will come into your neighborhood and show up in the middle of the night to turn your world into a torturistic nightmare of something you see off a horror movie.Keep your words soft and sweet with me dollface, for now I'll destroy you with just my hands at high stakes, if not you never know when i could come up lurking behind you and smack you in the head, have a little fun, and throw you over a bridge with both your feet cemented and let you take the ocean blue into your lungs as you fade off too the other world, and thats not a threat, thats a guarantee.Don't fuck with me you blond headed little bimbo or you will be swimming with the fishes showing up on the shore of some beach with crabs chewing out your eyes and maggots hollowing out your skull, never to be heard of again.
(Jeff is shaking vibrantly as he clutches his hand the the glass and crushes it into his skin as he starts swearing loudly filled with the vialest of intentions.The blood pours profusely from his hand as he storms out of the room and heads too the bath and tears the medicine cabinets mirror off with his his ealthy left hand and smashing it off the floor violently and grabs bandages and wraps them around the wound vigorously as his face is blood red with rage.He goes back into the room and grabs the remaining rum and downs it straight.He falls to his knees and swears loudly releasing his anger and than takes some heavy breathes and begins to calm down.The perspiration on his forehead runs down his face as he wipes it off with the sleeve of his shirt and than begins to speak again.)
Mouland:Freddy boy, you won't be finding any redemption at high stakes, you will be as far from god as you have ever been in your sad meaningless life.I will take you to the deepest roads of pain and misery and anything you feel now will be a mere afterthought for what i have in store for you.You can pray, you can ask for sympathy, but come this Sunday you will be steering straight into hell when you look into my eyes and know the end is nigh and redemption is nowhere to be found.I promise you pain, sorrow, despair, and but most importantly i promise you blood, the liquid beautiful that i will withdraw from your body by any means necessary.Pray to your god boy, he can't save you from what awaits you come High Stakes.
(Mouland more relaxed now arises from his knees and looks straight into the camera.)
Mouland:You already know what I'm capable of Sonja, not that a win over you is anything to brag about, but the fact that your stepping back into the ring with me i respect, but this time i will make sure to get the job done and take you out permantly.Let it be known to all of you i care not for victory this week, i care not for contedership.The only reason I'm here is to bring the wrath of hell on this federation and inflict as much damage as possible as I have done in the past.I leave you now, for I am tired, its been a long fun night, you will hear from me again before the pay per view tho, that is promised.
(Mouland enter the bathroom and unwraps the gauze and begins to stitch his wound as the camera fades to black.)
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(It was a little past midnight as Jeff Mouland made his way threw the doors of the Northside general hospital located in his hometown of North Sydney, Nova Scotia.Fully disguised as a doctor he anxiously made his way to the elevator.This was the night, the one where he would make the first step of his fantasy a reality.Deep down he had so much more planned out but he finally built the nerve up to take his desires to the next level.A name tag displaying "Dr.Oswald" clipped on his white doctors coat as the bright blue contacts and the 1000 dollar blond wig he paid for would surely kept his identity a secret.He hoped on the elevator and hit the basement button as a sick distorted smile came upon his face as the elevator door shut.)
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(As I entered the morgue a feeling of pure tranquilty came over me as if god had filled me with the holy spirit i became light headed and my heart filled will delight.As i looked at the new arrivals of the recently departed i was choosy on which one i wanted.One was a feeble old man who looked to be a cancer patient, by the way his face was sucked in and he looked as if he had received chemotherapy due to the non existant hair,,,,, a shame indeed, i would let him rest easy.)
(I past the old mans curtain and came to a obese man.He looked in his early forties and looked like he had eaten his last big mac meal which by my assumption he probaley died of a heart attack.....pfftttt, disgusting)
(I began too lose hope until i passed the the hamburgler and came across pure beauty.I tried to catch my breathe as i felt an overwhelming sense of butterflies in my stomach.There she laid before me, long black perfectly groomed hair,like silk as i ran my fingers threw it. Her high prominent cheekbones and pouty lips one could compare to angelina jolie.Her ample breast and legs and clean cut vagina laid before me as if she was inviting me almost......but not quite.I opened her closed eyes and stared into the dead blue.Souless, at rest, her skin was grey and i could not determine how she met her fate, but I knew what i wanted.....it was in my head....this was the perfect one.This was a step in the right direction.....this would be the beginning of something I was finding harder and harder to resist over the years.)
(Jeff closes the curtain as a sharp object appears in his hand and the camera fades out.)
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(We open to the scene of Jeff Mouland sitting in a darkened room with the moonlight radiating off his face threw the window. He sits calmly in the corner sipping on a rum and coke with classical piano music playing in the background from an old record player.He takes a sip of his drink and runs his hand threw his shaved black hair and lets out a heavy sign of relief as the smeared blood from his earlier actions is left on his shirt.He dips his left index finger into the blood and licks it off and stares ominously into the camera with an evil sneer as he begins to speak.)
Mouland:Chris, Roxi, Sonja, Bliss, Freddie.....it seems come high stakes I have quite the challenge ahead of me, as I must compete with the 5 of you too get a shot at the North American Championship.....pffffffft, you mock me Bill Adams by even indulging in the thought that a title would mean anything to me.I'm not here for titles, I'm here only for one thing, thats all, and thats the crimson red matter which will seep from each and everyone of you fools who have made mistake number one by opening your mouths and dear uttering threats toward someone you know nothing of and labeling me a dark horse.Especially you Chris Michaels and Roxi Johnson or Johnston, whatever your fucking name is it matters not for underestimating me and looking past me will only guarantee your impending doom.
(Mouland eyes almost look demonic as he stares into a the camera with a fierce and enraged expression)
Mouland:Chris Michaels, you like to ask alot of questions, your like a nosey neighbor who sits by the window watching everyone carefully , seeing who mowed their lawn this week, who took out their garbage this morning, sticking your nose in everyones business asking quetions that don't concern you at all. You Spew forth your ignorance questioning why each of us deserves to be in this match, for someone who lives in someone elses shadow you sure do think quite highly of yourself.You see, what i do with my spare time is my business Chris , you can poke around and ask why i wasn't on the card last week and accuse me of being unreliable and undeserving of being in the same ring with you and all this other irrelevant bullshit or you can just shut up and simply prove i don't belong in the same ring with you and stop holding yourself on an imaginary pedestal that you really are just that good.
(Mouland pauses)
Mouland:But the fact is you have only been handed 3rd tier to 2nd tier opponents so far, when i believe truly you do have what it takes to compete with the best of the best, but for some reason it seems your brother is the one who is being set up for the big push towards the world title while you have kind of chosen to let him assert himself as the alpha male between the two of you, which all in all, simply deems you a follower , a foot soldier, a man who is content with living in someone else's shadow, the true definition of the word coward.I may be alot of things...a freak......sociopath.......misfit.....but i can look in the mirror and know 'who i am.Threw your eyes you want the glory,to hold something of value, which i care not for as i spoke earlier.You aim to represent a nation by winning the North american title, which in all terms, is the ""second" best which you are adamant on becoming.You can proclaim to be whatever you want, and you may be able to beat a fair number of people on the roster, but one on one i'd dare say you would find yourself in for a very rude awakening overlooking me, up for the challenge?I'm sending it your way for next week, thats if your capable of moving your limbs if i don't get the chance of making you my primary focus this week.
(Mouland becomes restless and begins to pace back and forth before focusing on the camera again.)
Mouland:Roxi and bliss, you both seem to be taking my name "The Ice Wolf" as if its self-proclaimed and making a joke of me, really ladies?is that the best we have here?your that limited of mind your attacking a name that was placed on me by a commentator 6 years back.
(Jeff laughs at the immaturity of the two grown women)
Mouland:Heres one girl who thinks she's a superhero fighting justice living out a comic book fantasy and some whore who shakes her tits around and stinks of both mediocrity and desperation.You should really watch what you say too strangers bliss, the last thing you want is too piss me off and have me sneak into your bedroom at night and whack you in the head with a log and cut those pretty little tits off with a pair of garden scissors.You are right, I am one sick depraved fuck, the kind that lacks a conscious for whores and the ones that hold themselves high above humanity given by their appearance.I could care less if your a skilled ju jitsu practioner or not, you never know when the wolf will come into your neighborhood and show up in the middle of the night to turn your world into a torturistic nightmare of something you see off a horror movie.Keep your words soft and sweet with me dollface, for now I'll destroy you with just my hands at high stakes, if not you never know when i could come up lurking behind you and smack you in the head, have a little fun, and throw you over a bridge with both your feet cemented and let you take the ocean blue into your lungs as you fade off too the other world, and thats not a threat, thats a guarantee.Don't fuck with me you blond headed little bimbo or you will be swimming with the fishes showing up on the shore of some beach with crabs chewing out your eyes and maggots hollowing out your skull, never to be heard of again.
(Jeff is shaking vibrantly as he clutches his hand the the glass and crushes it into his skin as he starts swearing loudly filled with the vialest of intentions.The blood pours profusely from his hand as he storms out of the room and heads too the bath and tears the medicine cabinets mirror off with his his ealthy left hand and smashing it off the floor violently and grabs bandages and wraps them around the wound vigorously as his face is blood red with rage.He goes back into the room and grabs the remaining rum and downs it straight.He falls to his knees and swears loudly releasing his anger and than takes some heavy breathes and begins to calm down.The perspiration on his forehead runs down his face as he wipes it off with the sleeve of his shirt and than begins to speak again.)
Mouland:Freddy boy, you won't be finding any redemption at high stakes, you will be as far from god as you have ever been in your sad meaningless life.I will take you to the deepest roads of pain and misery and anything you feel now will be a mere afterthought for what i have in store for you.You can pray, you can ask for sympathy, but come this Sunday you will be steering straight into hell when you look into my eyes and know the end is nigh and redemption is nowhere to be found.I promise you pain, sorrow, despair, and but most importantly i promise you blood, the liquid beautiful that i will withdraw from your body by any means necessary.Pray to your god boy, he can't save you from what awaits you come High Stakes.
(Mouland more relaxed now arises from his knees and looks straight into the camera.)
Mouland:You already know what I'm capable of Sonja, not that a win over you is anything to brag about, but the fact that your stepping back into the ring with me i respect, but this time i will make sure to get the job done and take you out permantly.Let it be known to all of you i care not for victory this week, i care not for contedership.The only reason I'm here is to bring the wrath of hell on this federation and inflict as much damage as possible as I have done in the past.I leave you now, for I am tired, its been a long fun night, you will hear from me again before the pay per view tho, that is promised.
(Mouland enter the bathroom and unwraps the gauze and begins to stitch his wound as the camera fades to black.)