Post by Tha CBT on Jan 11, 2006 19:56:11 GMT -5
The scene is that of a abandoned street, but in all actuality, its a regular ghost town. While in truth, the area was not vacated, something has caused those who inhabited it to disappear. Traces remain of a society, and one is led to think reason for its current state, is that of greed, a manifest destiny if you will; of lust, apathy, and rapacity. The damage is clear, but the reason remains unseen. But that ain't even the half of it.
We take a short walk into the neighborhood, within walking distance of the town's Elementary School, the neighborhood has seen better days, and looks to have once been considered, a good area to live. We see a car parked in the driveway of a 2 story-house, but what sets it apart is the fact the rear-view mirrors have been cracked, the car has key scratches all over it, and the back window has been decimated, completely smashed in. But the first thing you'd think.. Why would someone do something like that?
How foolish, and naive you are.. had you looked at the damage done to the window, you'd see no glass on the inside of the car.. Had you glanced at the mirrors, just a little bit longer, you'd see no evidence of glass at all on the pavement of the driveway.. While you could give that person the benefit of the doubt, truth is.. Everyone who walks this planet, goes down a road of there own, they think about thereself, and how to avoid the struggle, while finding a shortcut, and cheating the system. But one man, has struggled all while flaunting what he has, or what he's done. Some would say a ego is his one flaw, others would say his pride is a weakness, but he stands true to his believes, not denying or hiding them. With that said, the door opens to that house, and after a moment of silence, we see a face.. Valor's newest addition, Tha CBT. He kicks open the screen door infront of him, with a guileful smile, proceeds to walk out with a bat in hand, but indistinctly places the bat back inside, and walks over to the car..
Tha CBT- My, what a shame. Who'd think in a neighborhood like this, such a heinous crime could occure, and like nothing.. The culprit.. I mean culprits.. Would get away with it, without even the slightest attempt made by a neighbor, to prevent the event from occurring all together.
Tha CBT walks over to the drivers-side door, and attempts to open the door, but it doesn't budge.. He tries the passengers-side, and nothing.. All the doors are locked, and that may be the reason why the car still sits here in the drive-way of its owner. But as CBT expects the damage, he abruptly walks back toward the house, but goes and sits on a folding chair, conveniently placed on the front porch.
CBT- You know.. I went and knocked on the door, but no one answered. So I rang the doorbell, and no one answered. After that, common sense told me to open the screen door, and much to my surprise.. The door was unlocked. Now, nobody was home, but this just shows.. the neighborhood had a degree of trust within it, so how can they leave a door open, but lock the car doors.. Yet the car gets totaled, and the house is unscathed?
Easy.. See, its all about how you look at it. Take my opponent, Seth Xavier, as a prime example of that.
He lives a by a somewhat complex, relatively dubious, code of honor.
See. He looks at me, and sees a ego, he sees pride, he sees nothing but clouded achievement, that I have rested on, and made a name off of.
But see, much like this car, Seth Xavier tells a story, that can only be believed with a alternative contentious, see..
While Xavier can confound his accomplishments as unforeseen goals, and justify his pride, as earned respect.. Fact of the matter is, I'm not the one who will have to swallow his pride..
CBT stops talking for a minute, and goes inside, and grabs the baseball bat, we spotted earlier.. And without another word, starts whaling at the car, bashing the hood in, the wind-shield, and doors, even managing to knock one of the doors, off the hinges, exposing the leather interior inside
CBT- See, one thing that can be said about me is. I'm still new to the game, I'm hungry, and I'm always on top of whats going on.. And Xavier, whether or not you choose to admit, you have a confidence that surpasses your skill, I will expose it, I will not for the benefit of you, but just 'cause your not a threat to me..
....I mean, come on. You say your a humble child, then call me a egofuck.. Either your really good at head games, or your stupid enough to expose your weaknesses to the best person to pin-point them.. I say the latter.
I mean, f-ck. I really don't have time to play games with a sick f-ck like you. Its not that I don't enjoy them, I just don't think your at a level worth considering, and commenting on.
CBT still standing infront of the damage he has done, pulls out a 12' switchblade, and begins slashing the leather interior, like a a butcher chopping up a cow
CBT- Honestly, you can't feel so secure in this match, cause you know this leather could easily be your defense, or just the sensitive skin that layers atop that skull of yours.
While I could just as easily hit you with one of my many finishers, like you seem to humor yourself on, I'd much rather hurt you, not for pride-enhancing, but for the adrenaline rush I'd get out of it, and the delight of watching you bleed, as if I popped your cherry, your a virgin to the violence I can bring to you. I can f-cking hurt you, and the reason I make it sound so easy, is cause it truly is.
See, you live in this world where, Seth Xavier is immortal, immune to pain, and oblivious to the temptation of self-gratification. But I exceed when those factors come into play, unlike you, when I get a itch, the first thing I do is irritate it.
But whats to truly say, when you get that itch, you won't scratch? How am I suppose to know, if you'll swallow your pride, or choke like the rest?
CBT drops the knife, and crawls out of the dismantled car.. He walks over to the house, and comes to a mailbox, he begins to pull at what appears to be electrical tape, that was placed on the box.. as the tape begins to come off, the mailbox reads, "Rena Xavier"
We take a short walk into the neighborhood, within walking distance of the town's Elementary School, the neighborhood has seen better days, and looks to have once been considered, a good area to live. We see a car parked in the driveway of a 2 story-house, but what sets it apart is the fact the rear-view mirrors have been cracked, the car has key scratches all over it, and the back window has been decimated, completely smashed in. But the first thing you'd think.. Why would someone do something like that?
How foolish, and naive you are.. had you looked at the damage done to the window, you'd see no glass on the inside of the car.. Had you glanced at the mirrors, just a little bit longer, you'd see no evidence of glass at all on the pavement of the driveway.. While you could give that person the benefit of the doubt, truth is.. Everyone who walks this planet, goes down a road of there own, they think about thereself, and how to avoid the struggle, while finding a shortcut, and cheating the system. But one man, has struggled all while flaunting what he has, or what he's done. Some would say a ego is his one flaw, others would say his pride is a weakness, but he stands true to his believes, not denying or hiding them. With that said, the door opens to that house, and after a moment of silence, we see a face.. Valor's newest addition, Tha CBT. He kicks open the screen door infront of him, with a guileful smile, proceeds to walk out with a bat in hand, but indistinctly places the bat back inside, and walks over to the car..
Tha CBT- My, what a shame. Who'd think in a neighborhood like this, such a heinous crime could occure, and like nothing.. The culprit.. I mean culprits.. Would get away with it, without even the slightest attempt made by a neighbor, to prevent the event from occurring all together.
Tha CBT walks over to the drivers-side door, and attempts to open the door, but it doesn't budge.. He tries the passengers-side, and nothing.. All the doors are locked, and that may be the reason why the car still sits here in the drive-way of its owner. But as CBT expects the damage, he abruptly walks back toward the house, but goes and sits on a folding chair, conveniently placed on the front porch.
CBT- You know.. I went and knocked on the door, but no one answered. So I rang the doorbell, and no one answered. After that, common sense told me to open the screen door, and much to my surprise.. The door was unlocked. Now, nobody was home, but this just shows.. the neighborhood had a degree of trust within it, so how can they leave a door open, but lock the car doors.. Yet the car gets totaled, and the house is unscathed?
Easy.. See, its all about how you look at it. Take my opponent, Seth Xavier, as a prime example of that.
He lives a by a somewhat complex, relatively dubious, code of honor.
See. He looks at me, and sees a ego, he sees pride, he sees nothing but clouded achievement, that I have rested on, and made a name off of.
But see, much like this car, Seth Xavier tells a story, that can only be believed with a alternative contentious, see..
While Xavier can confound his accomplishments as unforeseen goals, and justify his pride, as earned respect.. Fact of the matter is, I'm not the one who will have to swallow his pride..
CBT stops talking for a minute, and goes inside, and grabs the baseball bat, we spotted earlier.. And without another word, starts whaling at the car, bashing the hood in, the wind-shield, and doors, even managing to knock one of the doors, off the hinges, exposing the leather interior inside
CBT- See, one thing that can be said about me is. I'm still new to the game, I'm hungry, and I'm always on top of whats going on.. And Xavier, whether or not you choose to admit, you have a confidence that surpasses your skill, I will expose it, I will not for the benefit of you, but just 'cause your not a threat to me..
....I mean, come on. You say your a humble child, then call me a egofuck.. Either your really good at head games, or your stupid enough to expose your weaknesses to the best person to pin-point them.. I say the latter.
I mean, f-ck. I really don't have time to play games with a sick f-ck like you. Its not that I don't enjoy them, I just don't think your at a level worth considering, and commenting on.
CBT still standing infront of the damage he has done, pulls out a 12' switchblade, and begins slashing the leather interior, like a a butcher chopping up a cow
CBT- Honestly, you can't feel so secure in this match, cause you know this leather could easily be your defense, or just the sensitive skin that layers atop that skull of yours.
While I could just as easily hit you with one of my many finishers, like you seem to humor yourself on, I'd much rather hurt you, not for pride-enhancing, but for the adrenaline rush I'd get out of it, and the delight of watching you bleed, as if I popped your cherry, your a virgin to the violence I can bring to you. I can f-cking hurt you, and the reason I make it sound so easy, is cause it truly is.
See, you live in this world where, Seth Xavier is immortal, immune to pain, and oblivious to the temptation of self-gratification. But I exceed when those factors come into play, unlike you, when I get a itch, the first thing I do is irritate it.
But whats to truly say, when you get that itch, you won't scratch? How am I suppose to know, if you'll swallow your pride, or choke like the rest?
CBT drops the knife, and crawls out of the dismantled car.. He walks over to the house, and comes to a mailbox, he begins to pull at what appears to be electrical tape, that was placed on the box.. as the tape begins to come off, the mailbox reads, "Rena Xavier"
