Post by mouland on Aug 26, 2012 21:54:51 GMT -5
(I had spent 5 long days in the psychiatric ward......5 days of being in here were about to be over. I took a psychotic break I took before the bell even sounded at high stakes.Something went off and I just wanted a true taste of sonja.....guess things would have went over alot better if i tried to lick her.....pity those guard had to taze me.....I was gonna work my way from the arm up to the juggler of her throat, to me that would have been better than sex anyday, the ultimate high To hear her beg and squeel as i sank my in and chewed my way to the bone of her neck aa she convulsed and her lifeforce withdrew from her body......wow, i was harder than a piece of christmas candy as i felt my manhood nearly break threw my pantleg at the thought of such ecstacy .The past 5 days I had been heavily sedated with injections of liquid ativan, a strong sedative......they had given me enough in each injection to put a stable of horses to sleep for a week the bastards.I would sleep tonight, for tomorrow I would be out once again into the world to continue my onslaught once again.)
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(The camera pans in too Jeff Mouland seated in a chair in what looks to be a psychiatrists room.He is accompanied by two security guards as he sits in his chair twiddling his thumbs smiling sickly up at one of them as the older greyed black security guard looks down with pure hatred and distain at "The Ice Wolf".)
Security guard:Your a sick mothafucka ain't you?I can see it in your eyes theres something terribly wrong with you boy.....I'm praying the Doctor doesn't let your ass out........you belong somewhere.....not in here but burning in the its pits of hell....I ain't never crossed someone as fucked up as you before....you pure evil.....you something of the devil
(The security guard breaks his stare as Moulands eyes take a psychotic glance that almost peer into his soul, something almost not quite of this world.....something very sinister.Mouland laughs it off and begins to speak.)
Mouland:I guess that joke about nailing your son to a tree didn't go over too well Rick?what if i said i was gonna nail him to your puppy when i get out of here instead?would that make it any better?
(Rick lunges at Mouland as "The Ice Wolf" laughs maniacally the other security guard holds Rick back as he swears his head off red in the face ready to kill Mouland.The door suddenly opens as a tall bald headed man dressed in a tuxedo with a chart enters and tells the two security guards too leave the room.Mouland looks up at the psychiatrisc with the name tag "Dr.Lawal".He shakes hands with him as he sits at his desk.)
Mouland:Did you get it?
Lawal:Yes I got the money Mr.Mouland.I will have your discharge papers done within the next 5 minutes, make sure not to let anyone know of this transacation, you were ordered to stay a month and me getting you out now looks bad enough with the things you've been saying and doing in here.Just make sure not to go off again like that, things of that nature aren't ordained in MPW or anywhere else for that matter, understood?
Mouland:Yes I understand, from here on out i shall be less "excessive" and just use my hands and feet to get the job done unless directed otherwise.
Lawal:alright Mr.Mouland.The papers are ready, you are free too go.
Mr.Mouland:Thank you good doctor, I shall be on my way than.
(Mouland shakes the doctors hands as the camera fades to black.)
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(We open to a crimson red summer evening sky as the blood moon hangs ominously waiting for the son to descend within the coming hour.The scene of traffic and pedestrians scattered threwout the downtown city of Halifax, Nova Scotia hangs over as Mouland stands atop a high building looking down in disgust for humanity as he cufsf his hand on the ledge and sways back and forth.Nova Scotia, the provvince in which he had grown up to a cruel and intolerable reality which pieced him together to be the deranged sociopathic man he is today.He could not forgive them all, none of them, he looked at the world as his enemy, for it had treated him just as that for his whole existance.Cold, malice, infused with hatred he was burning with contempt and shrouding in the darkness for so long he was far beyond any sense of compassion now.He did not know how too feel such a feeling anymore, he did not know how to feel anything but the darkest of all emotions.......hate.The path he walked was chosen by whatever power had fated him to this existance, and he would not stop until his last heartbeat.....he would not stop but only grow and accept his sickness and drive farther and farther towards the darkness as it was close to completely engulfing him and his core.He was ready to explode, and he knew it.He was a man on fire, and refused to let anyone put out the the flames until he was ready to face his death at his own good time.This week he would be faced off against Freddie Styles, a man who would Mouland considered to be his first true test in singles action, one he would not take lightly and was enraged by after hearing Freddys promo towards him.The camera pans in close, as "The Ice Wolf" begins to speak.)
Mouland-The greatest enemy of of knowledge is not ignorance, its the illusion of knowledge.You seem too think you know alot about me Freddy Styles, you walk forward into a firefight with your eyes closed and expect not too get burned.You speak of me as if i was an old, ricketty, rocking chair about to collapse at a very touch of hand, as if i were delicate and and feeble.You talk of me as if I'm some old man who has seen too many battles and should hang up the gloves and call it quits when I haven't even started.I'm 27 years old Freddy, I'm not "Mickey Rourke" from "The Wrestler" your dealing with here, I am a living breathing entity of destruction that will have you pulsing with anxiety and fear when you find out your delusions are far from reality when i completely aviscerate you piece by piece this Monday night.This week you have drawn the hangman card Freddy Styles, this week you will find out the difference between what is real and what isn't, this week you will know those little fantasies you have conjured up in your fairy tale of winning against me have been nothing but a broken dream, turned into a horrible nightmare.
(Mouland looks up as the sky has turned to black and the stars are scatted threwout as the blood moon has taken of and the sun has fallen.The sounds of the night can be heard threwout the city now, the sound of gunshots, screaming, all the eil of the world.The drug dealers and rapists and murderers all take there place place and put their goals in mind for the night, one step into the wrong car, one step into the wrong alleyway, one bad batch of drugs can all kill in the blink of an eye.This is the time Mouland is most comfortable, this is where he dwells and works best.....at night.)
Mouland:You have sounded off the trumpet for battle Freddy, and I have heard it all too well.I am far from loved by these piss poor mortals. You would recieve nothing but praise for my destruction, but i will not let you recieve such, and it isn't an ego trip, its a reality, its the simple fact that I know you will not be the one to defeat me.There will come a time when i will be defeated, I'd be ignorant if I thought anything less, but it will not be by you, it won't be, not a chance in this lifetime or any other.You speak of your finisher as if it would lead to my death, you speak as if the crowd would be throwing out roses and the hearst would be waiting outside as they all cried with grief and sorrow.....you truly are a dreamer Freddy Styles, and only that, a dreamer......but theres a flipside to every coin Freddy, theres a noose for every neck, and like i said you drew the hangman this week, that noose is my arm, which can grab around your neck and drive your face into the canvas and turn the lights out at anytime.I can slap "The Mouland effect" on from any movement or angle and put your candle out at anytime.The thing is I don't stop when I'm done.I'll get the 3 count Freddy......but thats just where it begins.
(mouland sneers evily sneers)
Mouland:What does a wolf do when he stumbles by someone when their rendered defenseless Freddy?When the scent of blood is overwhelming and all eyes are upon us I will make sure to get the job done before security interrupts me this time.I will leave no stone unturned like you.I will not let ignorance rule in my heart and fairy tales of a the impossible rule my mind as you do.Come Monday Freddy, be ready, for you are in for a different kind of pain, one in which you have never experienced before.You can play good guy all you want, but in this little movie you have created in your mind the bad guy will win.This Monday Freddy, I'm gonna derail your train and reallign the tracks to send you crashing into the graveyard.This Monday Freddy, all in all, your just plain, simply, all around......FUCKED.See you soon kid.
(The scene begins to fade as Mouland exits threw the door located on his left and descend the stairs to the bottom.What lies ahead Monday for the world to see, what does "The Ice Wolf" have planned for the young prospect Freddy Styles.Only time will tell.)
Fade to black.....
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(The camera pans in too Jeff Mouland seated in a chair in what looks to be a psychiatrists room.He is accompanied by two security guards as he sits in his chair twiddling his thumbs smiling sickly up at one of them as the older greyed black security guard looks down with pure hatred and distain at "The Ice Wolf".)
Security guard:Your a sick mothafucka ain't you?I can see it in your eyes theres something terribly wrong with you boy.....I'm praying the Doctor doesn't let your ass out........you belong somewhere.....not in here but burning in the its pits of hell....I ain't never crossed someone as fucked up as you before....you pure evil.....you something of the devil
(The security guard breaks his stare as Moulands eyes take a psychotic glance that almost peer into his soul, something almost not quite of this world.....something very sinister.Mouland laughs it off and begins to speak.)
Mouland:I guess that joke about nailing your son to a tree didn't go over too well Rick?what if i said i was gonna nail him to your puppy when i get out of here instead?would that make it any better?
(Rick lunges at Mouland as "The Ice Wolf" laughs maniacally the other security guard holds Rick back as he swears his head off red in the face ready to kill Mouland.The door suddenly opens as a tall bald headed man dressed in a tuxedo with a chart enters and tells the two security guards too leave the room.Mouland looks up at the psychiatrisc with the name tag "Dr.Lawal".He shakes hands with him as he sits at his desk.)
Mouland:Did you get it?
Lawal:Yes I got the money Mr.Mouland.I will have your discharge papers done within the next 5 minutes, make sure not to let anyone know of this transacation, you were ordered to stay a month and me getting you out now looks bad enough with the things you've been saying and doing in here.Just make sure not to go off again like that, things of that nature aren't ordained in MPW or anywhere else for that matter, understood?
Mouland:Yes I understand, from here on out i shall be less "excessive" and just use my hands and feet to get the job done unless directed otherwise.
Lawal:alright Mr.Mouland.The papers are ready, you are free too go.
Mr.Mouland:Thank you good doctor, I shall be on my way than.
(Mouland shakes the doctors hands as the camera fades to black.)
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(We open to a crimson red summer evening sky as the blood moon hangs ominously waiting for the son to descend within the coming hour.The scene of traffic and pedestrians scattered threwout the downtown city of Halifax, Nova Scotia hangs over as Mouland stands atop a high building looking down in disgust for humanity as he cufsf his hand on the ledge and sways back and forth.Nova Scotia, the provvince in which he had grown up to a cruel and intolerable reality which pieced him together to be the deranged sociopathic man he is today.He could not forgive them all, none of them, he looked at the world as his enemy, for it had treated him just as that for his whole existance.Cold, malice, infused with hatred he was burning with contempt and shrouding in the darkness for so long he was far beyond any sense of compassion now.He did not know how too feel such a feeling anymore, he did not know how to feel anything but the darkest of all emotions.......hate.The path he walked was chosen by whatever power had fated him to this existance, and he would not stop until his last heartbeat.....he would not stop but only grow and accept his sickness and drive farther and farther towards the darkness as it was close to completely engulfing him and his core.He was ready to explode, and he knew it.He was a man on fire, and refused to let anyone put out the the flames until he was ready to face his death at his own good time.This week he would be faced off against Freddie Styles, a man who would Mouland considered to be his first true test in singles action, one he would not take lightly and was enraged by after hearing Freddys promo towards him.The camera pans in close, as "The Ice Wolf" begins to speak.)
Mouland-The greatest enemy of of knowledge is not ignorance, its the illusion of knowledge.You seem too think you know alot about me Freddy Styles, you walk forward into a firefight with your eyes closed and expect not too get burned.You speak of me as if i was an old, ricketty, rocking chair about to collapse at a very touch of hand, as if i were delicate and and feeble.You talk of me as if I'm some old man who has seen too many battles and should hang up the gloves and call it quits when I haven't even started.I'm 27 years old Freddy, I'm not "Mickey Rourke" from "The Wrestler" your dealing with here, I am a living breathing entity of destruction that will have you pulsing with anxiety and fear when you find out your delusions are far from reality when i completely aviscerate you piece by piece this Monday night.This week you have drawn the hangman card Freddy Styles, this week you will find out the difference between what is real and what isn't, this week you will know those little fantasies you have conjured up in your fairy tale of winning against me have been nothing but a broken dream, turned into a horrible nightmare.
(Mouland looks up as the sky has turned to black and the stars are scatted threwout as the blood moon has taken of and the sun has fallen.The sounds of the night can be heard threwout the city now, the sound of gunshots, screaming, all the eil of the world.The drug dealers and rapists and murderers all take there place place and put their goals in mind for the night, one step into the wrong car, one step into the wrong alleyway, one bad batch of drugs can all kill in the blink of an eye.This is the time Mouland is most comfortable, this is where he dwells and works best.....at night.)
Mouland:You have sounded off the trumpet for battle Freddy, and I have heard it all too well.I am far from loved by these piss poor mortals. You would recieve nothing but praise for my destruction, but i will not let you recieve such, and it isn't an ego trip, its a reality, its the simple fact that I know you will not be the one to defeat me.There will come a time when i will be defeated, I'd be ignorant if I thought anything less, but it will not be by you, it won't be, not a chance in this lifetime or any other.You speak of your finisher as if it would lead to my death, you speak as if the crowd would be throwing out roses and the hearst would be waiting outside as they all cried with grief and sorrow.....you truly are a dreamer Freddy Styles, and only that, a dreamer......but theres a flipside to every coin Freddy, theres a noose for every neck, and like i said you drew the hangman this week, that noose is my arm, which can grab around your neck and drive your face into the canvas and turn the lights out at anytime.I can slap "The Mouland effect" on from any movement or angle and put your candle out at anytime.The thing is I don't stop when I'm done.I'll get the 3 count Freddy......but thats just where it begins.
(mouland sneers evily sneers)
Mouland:What does a wolf do when he stumbles by someone when their rendered defenseless Freddy?When the scent of blood is overwhelming and all eyes are upon us I will make sure to get the job done before security interrupts me this time.I will leave no stone unturned like you.I will not let ignorance rule in my heart and fairy tales of a the impossible rule my mind as you do.Come Monday Freddy, be ready, for you are in for a different kind of pain, one in which you have never experienced before.You can play good guy all you want, but in this little movie you have created in your mind the bad guy will win.This Monday Freddy, I'm gonna derail your train and reallign the tracks to send you crashing into the graveyard.This Monday Freddy, all in all, your just plain, simply, all around......FUCKED.See you soon kid.
(The scene begins to fade as Mouland exits threw the door located on his left and descend the stairs to the bottom.What lies ahead Monday for the world to see, what does "The Ice Wolf" have planned for the young prospect Freddy Styles.Only time will tell.)
Fade to black.....