Post by 'The Monster' Dredd on Aug 30, 2009 5:22:57 GMT -5
I sat and stared.
I stared at the full-length mirror.
It showed off my scars. It showed off all beatings I have taken.
It showed the years of abuse I have willingly submitted my body to.
It showed me.
It showed what I made my to do.
That was to fight.
To win. To lose.
I was born to do it.
And you are in my way.
It’s time to fight…
…Again.
I don’t want to fight any old has been.
Or the young wannabe.
I’m not looking to make anyone famous.
I’m not looking to become someone’s ladder to glory.
I’m looking to fight.
Someone that will stand toe-to-toe.
Someone who won’t back down.
Someone who won’t shy away from the torrent of agony I seek to inflict.
Someone who’ll come back at me… time and time again.
Someone who is willing to do what it takes to beat me.
Who has that fire?
[Dredd is sitting naked from the waist up, his chest and torso littered with scars. And faded tattoos. There are bruises that have probably never gone away from the day were inflicted upon his body. Next to him sits a bottle half-full (or half empty) of an amber liquid. He looks up at mirror, and stares at his beaten, broken body. Dredd lifts the bottle, and swigs, taking in a generous helping.]
Dredd: Well… what’s next?
[Black.]
I stared at the full-length mirror.
It showed off my scars. It showed off all beatings I have taken.
It showed the years of abuse I have willingly submitted my body to.
It showed me.
It showed what I made my to do.
That was to fight.
To win. To lose.
I was born to do it.
And you are in my way.
It’s time to fight…
…Again.
I don’t want to fight any old has been.
Or the young wannabe.
I’m not looking to make anyone famous.
I’m not looking to become someone’s ladder to glory.
I’m looking to fight.
Someone that will stand toe-to-toe.
Someone who won’t back down.
Someone who won’t shy away from the torrent of agony I seek to inflict.
Someone who’ll come back at me… time and time again.
Someone who is willing to do what it takes to beat me.
Who has that fire?
~~~
[Dredd is sitting naked from the waist up, his chest and torso littered with scars. And faded tattoos. There are bruises that have probably never gone away from the day were inflicted upon his body. Next to him sits a bottle half-full (or half empty) of an amber liquid. He looks up at mirror, and stares at his beaten, broken body. Dredd lifts the bottle, and swigs, taking in a generous helping.]
Dredd: Well… what’s next?
[Black.]
