| Subject: REVENGE!!!!!!!! |
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Mystic
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Date Posted: 18:54:04 01/09/02 Wed
The scene opens up inside a locker room thats been completely torn to shreds. The furniture all has been turned upside down, with some of them shattered into pieces. In the middle of the mess we see Mystic, standing there winded from the fit of rage he just released to the room. After a couple of seconds he seems to gain control over himself and exits the room, leaving the door wide open for everyone to see. He walks down the halls of the arena all the way to the outside where he comes across an unknown parked car. Without a word, he pulls out his bat and starts bashing the car, busting out all the windows and completely denting up the car until the bat shatters from the extreme abuse. Still stuck on that fit, he reaches in his pocket and pulls out a switchblade and lets the air out of the tires before finally calming down enough to leave yet again. He begins walking down the street with the camera following picking up him mumbling all the way.
Mystic: Son of a "BEEP" thinks that he can just run out there and attack me in the middle of a title match, COSTING ME the title. Just because I attacked him doesn't mean that he can cost me the title. I didn't cost him a match, just a little bit of embarassment. But he, oh he cost me the title and some embarassment. I did say that it was payback for standing in my way, now it's just plain revenge for you costing me the title. I won't stop until I'm sure you can't walk anymore. Your days are numbered. I'm gonna find you John Taylor and I'm gonna really make you pay. Even if it's the last thing I do.
Suddenly Mystic's cell phone rings. He's continues walking at a very fast pace, but takes his time answering the phone.
Mystic: Yeah this is Mystic. Oh hey boss. No I'm actually thinking about making a friendly visit to an old foe. Yeah his name is John Taylor. What do you mean I won't have to make the trip tonight. Oh really, I do. Well then I guess then I can make an aquaintance with his friends. After all, they won't be liking me at all when I'm done on Fear. Yeah I know that they won't like me anyway, but none of that matters anyway. No he trains at some dojo with some guy named Sean Huntin. Yeah I know, watch my back cause they are serious fighters, but you know what, so am I when you piss me off. Aight, aight, I'm going home now. I'll call you later.*click*
Mystic stops walking as he puts the cell phone back in his coat pocket. He looks around trying to find a cab, but to no avail. In frustration he punches the closest thing to him, which happens to be a brick wall. No damage occurs to the wall, but the left hand of Mystic's gets pretty messed up. Mystic walks down the street still angered as we here him yell out as the scene fades.
Mystic: Can't anything go right.
scene fades
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