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Date Posted: 09:21:18 10/27/99 Wed
Author: Cupid
Subject: Don't let your emotions get carried away, Revolution!
(The scene opens up in the abandoned warehouse that many viewers of the TTSWF have grown familiar with. It is immediately recognized as the "home" of Cupid, the TTSWF's fastest rising young superstar. The shadows cast by the large structural columns are almost ignored as the cameraman cautiously walks through the musty-smelling old building. The holes in the ceiling are dripping slightly with water from a recent rainfall and the sunlight of the day pours through holes in the walls, resembling laser beams that pierce the shadows. Seated in one corner is Cupid, still with heavily-taped ribs. He is rocking back and forth with his knees tucked against his chest. He appears to be mumbling to himself incoherently. When he finally notices the camera, he stops his motion and rises to his feet slowly. He steps back, as if to try and hide in the shadows. He succeeds in hiding his face, though the rest of his badly-beaten body show. He begins to speak from the protection of the shadows that shroud him.)
Cupid: Revolution, I've been waiting for over a week now for this feeling insode me to go away. This feeling of revenge that sounds ever so sweet to my ears. But a week has past and, unfortunately for you, the feeling still persists within me. In fact, the longer I sit and wait, the stronger it gets. The more I want to see you bleed for what you did to me. The more I know it will happen very soon.
'Superkid' Shawn Stevens, you have been running around, threating to beat the hell out of the heads of the TTSWF all because your little cohort, Kinevil, got his...pink slip, if you will. Well, my friend. That should not be the number one concern on your mind. That concren should be me. Your rage has been growing all week long. Come Friday, it will consume you.
Python, you and I have had our little run-ins with one another and this Friday will be no different. You have this extreme dislike of me. I return the feeling. But the difference between us, my friend, is that I have control over my emotions. You, on the other hand, have no control over your hatred for me. And Friday, it will destroy you.
Revolution, you talk about feeling the blast-off. Well, come Friday Night Explosion, you will feel other things ... pain ... frustration ... and defeat. I cross my heart.
(He turns to walk away, trying to make his body disappear into the shadows, but as he moves, the lights expose different parts of his physique. Finally, as he gets far in the distance, he disappears into the blackened abyss that makes up his current residence. The camera fades to black.)
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