Promo - Hate to Say I Told You So

[Guest Pa|adin]

"Ugh..."

 

"I know what you mean."

 

"Bunch of..."

 

"Say it."

 

"Bunch of..."

 

"Say it."

 

"Bunch of ignorant assholes."

 

"Thank you."

 

Christian Blackwell sits in the hallway of the arena, legs sprawled out as he leans against the wall, a mother quickly escorting her children away as Blackwell takes a swig from his bottle of whisky. The figure standing acros the hall from him is hidden from sight, collar pushed up and hat covering his face. Blackwell plonks the bottle down next to him and looks up at the man across from him.

 

"I hate it."

 

"And so you should."

 

"I thought it would be about competition..."

 

"It's not."

 

"I thought it woud be about fair play, and sportsmanship..."

 

"How wrong you were."

 

"Oh shutup..."

 

"Sorry."

 

"I blame you for this."

 

"I take full responsibility."

 

"But..."

 

"But you can't leave now."

 

"I thirst for competition now."

 

"Or is it vodka?"

 

"What happened to me?"

 

"What happened to me?"

 

"There's just no place in the world..."

 

"For guys like us."

 

"But I don't want to give in..."

 

"Give in to the dark side."

 

"But..."

 

"The people."

 

"Do they care?"

 

"They're in it for the fame and fortune."

 

"There's no..."

 

"Honour in this sport."

 

"Could you stop doing that?"

 

"Sorry."

 

Blackwell slowly climbs to his feet, leaving the bottle where it sits and clumsily making his way down the corridor, the second man right behind him, in a black trenchcoat, under the shadows he is smiling, but he does not know that.

 

The lights of the arena blind Blackwell for a second, as he swings open the door to the main auditorium, no one is around anymore, except for these two. Blackwell walks to the ring, his partner staying up on the entranceway, taking the scene in for a moment.

 

"I am a good person."

 

"I know that. so was I."

 

"But they are so cruel."

 

"I know what your problem is."

 

"What?"

 

"The same problem I had..."

 

"Tell me."

 

"You trust people too much."

 

"It's how I am."

 

"It's how I was."

 

"I'm not you."

 

"I know that."

 

"I don't hunger for attention like you."

 

"You'll slowly turn."

 

"No..."

 

"There's no place in the world for us."

 

"You can't be..."

 

"Nice."

 

"You can't be..."

 

"Trusting."

 

Blackwell kicks the ropes, putting his hands on the ropes and leaning over, closing his eyes.

 

"I wanted it to be different...."

 

"Brother."

 

"What?"

 

"Don't do it for them."

 

"What about...?"

 

"Not them either."

 

"Then who?"

 

"For yourself."

 

"For myself."

 

"For your gain."

 

"My gain."

 

"Don't turn out like me."

 

"I'm not you."

 

"But we are alike."

 

"I know..."

 

"I know you will make the right decision."

 

"Before I..."

 

"Become corrupted."

 

"I won't be like them."

 

"Dark, depressed, ego driven, pussy footing..."

 

"Assholes."

 

"That's the spirit..."

[Guest vitriol]

Wow. I take a step back, and I'm blown away by Christian Blackwell. Well done, my friend.

[Guest Crowe]

...

 

*falls on the floor and blows a load*

[Guest Death by Numbers]

that caught my attention. Wow.

 

That's all I have to say, wow.

 

DBN

[Guest Freakish_Twist_Of_Fate]

Double damn, Blackwell!

 

(Grins)

 

Did I have something to do with this, or what? I like what you're doing here, no matter the motivation...

 

Wow, like everyone else's said so far...

[Guest Pa|adin]

Sorry it it was a little confusing, I'll refine the style more for next tme.