Post by Hunter Storms on Feb 2, 2017 0:12:40 GMT -5
A loud crash rings out in the dark screen, before dim lighting shines over the scene. Glass lays scattered across the floor in what seems like a lot more glass objects were smashed against the ground before recording. The crunching of glass is audibly heard as a pair of black boots enter the shot before the camera pans up to the figure in them, revealing Storms, his eyes still bloodshot but the dirt and grime from earlier is now gone and his face now washed clean.
"They say anyone and everything can be broken, shattered in fact. Whether it's a person's bones, focus, mentality, sanity, hell you could even broke a damn person's soul and spirit if you tried. Breaking stuff is something I'm known for. Whether it's a limb, an undefeated streak, or a long title reign, I break shit. I don't get it, why don't you people understand yet that this is my nature? This what I'm destined to do, and to be. The Destroyer in this industry in order to eradicate those who flap their gums more than they should. Dom Lawson.....motherfucker I'm looking at you."
He kicks at some of the glass under his boots.
"All you do is start that motor you call a mouth and keep it running until you decide to shut it down. Do you know how many minds you're polluting with the crap that spews out of that hole? I swear my ear drums bleed the moment you even utter a single letter. Then you keeping saying that "the Law" will win this Sunday. Well how about this Law gets broken? I don't follow, what "the Law" says, nor do I care. I do what I want, even if it means having to stomp someone down."
He digs the heel of his boot in the glass, twisting it around a bit before putting it back on the ground, flat.
"Now everyone's probably wondering, what's with all this goddamn glass on the floor? Like I said before, I like to break shit. However, in order to get my point across, I figured that this would be best thing to do so. You see, everyone isn't a stone. We aren't hard headed, we always say that things don't get to us, and we always that we fear nothing when it's presented to us. In reality, we're all walking creations of glass. We're fragile, we're weak, and we always try to hide the pain that affects us the most. These, flaws as one would call them, then appear as cracks in the glass. Every day that goes by, these cracks keep getting bigger and bigger and parts of us eventually start to fall off and us as people start to collapse. Don't you get it Dom? You're made of glass, yet you talk as if you are adamantine. I'll admit, you're very adamant in what you say about hating my work, what I do, and the shit I say on social media, but you can't expect to keep this talc like facade up for long. Eventually, that facade is going be to washed off and expose all those cracks in your glass mind set, and then what happens?"
Storms leans down, picking up a shard of glass and he briefly holds it in his palm for the camera to see, before dropping it down and shattering it with a swift quick.
"They shatter, Dom. People like you will shatter when your glass supports can no longer hold up whatever weight falls on you. The supports give way, and the entire structure collapses in a single swoop.......and then there's nothing left except the shattered remains, and when you're shattered, what do you do? Pick up the pieces and try to start over, or do you just lay there and realize how much of a failure you really are? Ask yourself that Dom, what would you do if I shattered you. If I shattered your fighting spirit, your mentality, your sanity.......what would you do in an effort to try and gain revenge?"
He gives the camera a half hearted shrug.
"Allow me to put it this way: either sit and stay where you are, or try your best to join up with the other monkeys and start flinging more of your shit across the room. Decision made? Don't care what it is anyway. I know you well enough that you would pick the latter option and just be the little shitter you are Dom. You can't fool a man who already knows your weaknesses. What makes you tick, what scares you, and what breaks you. You don't scare me Dom, but I scare you. You look me dead in the eye and exclaim that you're not afraid but yet you say I'm the one who's afraid. If you aren't afraid, why haven't you done anything to frighten me? Are you just that scared that if you did try something that I would simply retaliate and shatter that fragile, glass body of yours? Of course I'd do that, it's my job."
He leans down again, picking up another shard of glass and showing it off to the camera with the shard carefully held between his index and thumb.
"Everyone getting a good look? I want you all to remember what I've said in the last few minutes and imagine this worthless glass shard as Dominic Lawson. Now when you get that image, what do you feel? Anger? Rage? Annoyance? Hostility? Any word the opposite of describing him as a 'nice guy' fits perfectly in this. Hehehe.......oh Dom, you're so cute when you act tough, but what else is funny is that after Sunday, when I shatter that glass mind set of yours....."
He sends the shard into his palm and tightly grips and squeezes it in his palm. Blood begins to drip as he opens his hand, and a few shards fall out.
"There will hardly be anything left to see of you....."
"They say anyone and everything can be broken, shattered in fact. Whether it's a person's bones, focus, mentality, sanity, hell you could even broke a damn person's soul and spirit if you tried. Breaking stuff is something I'm known for. Whether it's a limb, an undefeated streak, or a long title reign, I break shit. I don't get it, why don't you people understand yet that this is my nature? This what I'm destined to do, and to be. The Destroyer in this industry in order to eradicate those who flap their gums more than they should. Dom Lawson.....motherfucker I'm looking at you."
He kicks at some of the glass under his boots.
"All you do is start that motor you call a mouth and keep it running until you decide to shut it down. Do you know how many minds you're polluting with the crap that spews out of that hole? I swear my ear drums bleed the moment you even utter a single letter. Then you keeping saying that "the Law" will win this Sunday. Well how about this Law gets broken? I don't follow, what "the Law" says, nor do I care. I do what I want, even if it means having to stomp someone down."
He digs the heel of his boot in the glass, twisting it around a bit before putting it back on the ground, flat.
"Now everyone's probably wondering, what's with all this goddamn glass on the floor? Like I said before, I like to break shit. However, in order to get my point across, I figured that this would be best thing to do so. You see, everyone isn't a stone. We aren't hard headed, we always say that things don't get to us, and we always that we fear nothing when it's presented to us. In reality, we're all walking creations of glass. We're fragile, we're weak, and we always try to hide the pain that affects us the most. These, flaws as one would call them, then appear as cracks in the glass. Every day that goes by, these cracks keep getting bigger and bigger and parts of us eventually start to fall off and us as people start to collapse. Don't you get it Dom? You're made of glass, yet you talk as if you are adamantine. I'll admit, you're very adamant in what you say about hating my work, what I do, and the shit I say on social media, but you can't expect to keep this talc like facade up for long. Eventually, that facade is going be to washed off and expose all those cracks in your glass mind set, and then what happens?"
Storms leans down, picking up a shard of glass and he briefly holds it in his palm for the camera to see, before dropping it down and shattering it with a swift quick.
"They shatter, Dom. People like you will shatter when your glass supports can no longer hold up whatever weight falls on you. The supports give way, and the entire structure collapses in a single swoop.......and then there's nothing left except the shattered remains, and when you're shattered, what do you do? Pick up the pieces and try to start over, or do you just lay there and realize how much of a failure you really are? Ask yourself that Dom, what would you do if I shattered you. If I shattered your fighting spirit, your mentality, your sanity.......what would you do in an effort to try and gain revenge?"
He gives the camera a half hearted shrug.
"Allow me to put it this way: either sit and stay where you are, or try your best to join up with the other monkeys and start flinging more of your shit across the room. Decision made? Don't care what it is anyway. I know you well enough that you would pick the latter option and just be the little shitter you are Dom. You can't fool a man who already knows your weaknesses. What makes you tick, what scares you, and what breaks you. You don't scare me Dom, but I scare you. You look me dead in the eye and exclaim that you're not afraid but yet you say I'm the one who's afraid. If you aren't afraid, why haven't you done anything to frighten me? Are you just that scared that if you did try something that I would simply retaliate and shatter that fragile, glass body of yours? Of course I'd do that, it's my job."
He leans down again, picking up another shard of glass and showing it off to the camera with the shard carefully held between his index and thumb.
"Everyone getting a good look? I want you all to remember what I've said in the last few minutes and imagine this worthless glass shard as Dominic Lawson. Now when you get that image, what do you feel? Anger? Rage? Annoyance? Hostility? Any word the opposite of describing him as a 'nice guy' fits perfectly in this. Hehehe.......oh Dom, you're so cute when you act tough, but what else is funny is that after Sunday, when I shatter that glass mind set of yours....."
He sends the shard into his palm and tightly grips and squeezes it in his palm. Blood begins to drip as he opens his hand, and a few shards fall out.
"There will hardly be anything left to see of you....."