Mister Dread
League Member
::FADEIN on a 50's style railroad car diner. THE WOLF lounges in a booth, the diner's sole occupant. He's dressed in cuffed bluejeans and a black t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up. A snarling wolf's head is depicted on the front with the words 'The Thrill of the Hunt' emblazoned underneath::
THE WOLF: I know what you're thinking. 'The Wolf' Chris McMillan, 'Mister Dread' Chris McMillan .. what's the difference? You want the answer? Well, GO F(BEEP)K YOURSELVES!. I'm not going to waste my time explaining myself to you bunch of brain dead cretins. It isn't worth the effort I'd have to exert in order to force it into your thick skulls. Suffice to say that I'm not a pleasant person. All that s(beep)t that went down at Impact was just a teaser, a HINT of the atrocities that I'm capable of commiting. I have no remorse. No pity. All there is is the hunt. The kill ...
::THE WOLF stares into a cup of rapidly cooling coffee, collecting his thoughts::
THE WOLF: Don't waste your time trying to analyze me. I'm sure you're thinking to yourself that The Wolf is just a repackaging ... a new gimmick to freshen up a lagging career, a boring persona ... Well, you keep on thinking that. I don't expect you to understand. Hell, I don't think I even want you to understand. Because for those of you that step into the ring with me there will come a moment, one horrifying instant when you will fully understand what I am. The first one to experience it will be Jason Payne.
THE WOLF: Payne, I don't care what's between you and Dread in the past. All I know is that my job, my goal, my ENTIRE REASON FOR BEING IS TO HURT YOU! Oh, I know you're mean. I know you're tough. But are you an animal? Will you tear into me with the same rabid delight that I'll be feeling as I stomp on your throat? I don't think so.
THE WOLF: I'm getting eager, Jason Payne. I'm looking forward to witnessing the pain ... the horror you're going to feel once you realize what you've inflicted upon yourself. There's no rest for the wicked, Jason Payne, and no hope for the damned. Welcome to Purgatory.
::FADE TO BLACK::
THE WOLF: I know what you're thinking. 'The Wolf' Chris McMillan, 'Mister Dread' Chris McMillan .. what's the difference? You want the answer? Well, GO F(BEEP)K YOURSELVES!. I'm not going to waste my time explaining myself to you bunch of brain dead cretins. It isn't worth the effort I'd have to exert in order to force it into your thick skulls. Suffice to say that I'm not a pleasant person. All that s(beep)t that went down at Impact was just a teaser, a HINT of the atrocities that I'm capable of commiting. I have no remorse. No pity. All there is is the hunt. The kill ...
::THE WOLF stares into a cup of rapidly cooling coffee, collecting his thoughts::
THE WOLF: Don't waste your time trying to analyze me. I'm sure you're thinking to yourself that The Wolf is just a repackaging ... a new gimmick to freshen up a lagging career, a boring persona ... Well, you keep on thinking that. I don't expect you to understand. Hell, I don't think I even want you to understand. Because for those of you that step into the ring with me there will come a moment, one horrifying instant when you will fully understand what I am. The first one to experience it will be Jason Payne.
THE WOLF: Payne, I don't care what's between you and Dread in the past. All I know is that my job, my goal, my ENTIRE REASON FOR BEING IS TO HURT YOU! Oh, I know you're mean. I know you're tough. But are you an animal? Will you tear into me with the same rabid delight that I'll be feeling as I stomp on your throat? I don't think so.
THE WOLF: I'm getting eager, Jason Payne. I'm looking forward to witnessing the pain ... the horror you're going to feel once you realize what you've inflicted upon yourself. There's no rest for the wicked, Jason Payne, and no hope for the damned. Welcome to Purgatory.
::FADE TO BLACK::