In my hands
* Michael Montgomery RP for C05.
MONTGOMERY: “Here we go again.”
(Michael Montgomery stands in his usual spot – in front of a Cyberstrike banner – and looks blankly at the camera.)
MONTGOMERY: “Chaos! You lump of crap. What happened, buddy? You came into this new New ERA thinking you were going places. Now look at you! The good old PCX champion over his head.”
(Montgomery drops his arms in disgust.)
MONTGOMERY: “You went off the deep end. You not only went off it, you dove head first. Now while people like Cameron Cruise and that lucky son of a bitch, Mr. Entertainment, have Championship shots, you’re fighting for your career. What does that feel like?”
(He smiles.)
MONTGOMERY: “LaRoque sent you to jail and now he’s putting you up against the same man, the same MAGNIFICENT specimen, that started you on this path towards self-destruction. It feels good. It feels great in fact. I hold your future in my own hands, Chaos.”
(Montgomery raises his arms to the ceiling.)
MONTGOMERY: “There is a God!”
(He drops them back to his side.)
MONTGOMERY: “The real question isn’t whether or not I can beat you. I know I can. No, no. The question is whether or not you will beat yourself. Can you control your rage? Can you pull your head out of your ass one final time to save it? I think we know the answer to that question.”
(He shrugs his shoulders.)
MONTGOMERY: “I don’t care if Jonathan Marx wipes the mat with you. You’re mine. I will be the one who puts New ERA out of its misery when I excise the cancer known as Chaos from its skin. I will be a HERO! A motherfucking SAINT.”
(Montgomery points at the camera.)
MONTGOMERY: “All because of you.”
-- Time got away from me this week. Sorry.