Post by The Predator on Mar 17, 2011 19:40:46 GMT
The camera moves into a small, dull, secluded corner of the arena where Marcus Brody can be seen facing the corner and squatting down with his hands pressed on the cold walls. Grunts of rage could be heard.
Marcus Brody: My son... my own son... how could he? Junior... working witb Sandy Strachon!
He punched the wall with rage and began to shake.
Marcus Brody: Where did I go wrong? After I helped him through all the shit he went through at school...
He punched the wall yet again. His knuckles turneda dark shade of scarlet.
Marcus Brody: ...and THIS is how he repays me?
He started to slap the wall with even more rage than before.
Marcus Brody: Sandy! That snake! That bushy browed beast from below! If he ruins my son...
The wall tasted a few kicks. Brody turns, and his eyes appeared puffy. He turned his attention to a sandbag on the floor and lifted it. He wrapped his arms around it.
Marcus Brody: AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!
He dropped the sandbag with a German Suplex and it burst, sending sand everywhere.
Marcus Brody: Right! That's it! Junior's getting too big for his boots!
His voice slowed down to a fairly normal calmness. He found a crate and dropped onto it.
Marcus Brody: That wasn't my little boy back there. That wasn't Marcus Brody Jr. That MTB creature's taken over his mind, and I really need to snap him out of it.
He took a moment to inhale, and sighed deeply as he exhaled.
Marcus Brody: Do I want to win this? Of course I do. Do I want to be World Champion again? Of course I do. Do I care if I win? Not anymore. It doesn't matter if I win or lose anymore, just as long as I throw MTB out of there! And if I ever see him again, I'm gonna kick that son of a bitch Sandy Strachon's arse so hard, the next Sandy Strachon wannabee's gonna feel it!
He looked up and caught the camera.
Marcus Brody: Hey! Get out of here.
The cameraman turned to leave but an angry yell can be heard as the camera suddenly moves to the ceiling and then to the floor as a loud crash is heard. Marcus Brody moved his face into the camera and looked sternly into it.
Marcus Brody: MTB! I hope you're watching this! You'd better watch out! I'm getting my son back!
He moved his face away from the camera and walked away.
Marcus Brody: My son... my own son... how could he? Junior... working witb Sandy Strachon!
He punched the wall with rage and began to shake.
Marcus Brody: Where did I go wrong? After I helped him through all the shit he went through at school...
He punched the wall yet again. His knuckles turneda dark shade of scarlet.
Marcus Brody: ...and THIS is how he repays me?
He started to slap the wall with even more rage than before.
Marcus Brody: Sandy! That snake! That bushy browed beast from below! If he ruins my son...
The wall tasted a few kicks. Brody turns, and his eyes appeared puffy. He turned his attention to a sandbag on the floor and lifted it. He wrapped his arms around it.
Marcus Brody: AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!
He dropped the sandbag with a German Suplex and it burst, sending sand everywhere.
Marcus Brody: Right! That's it! Junior's getting too big for his boots!
His voice slowed down to a fairly normal calmness. He found a crate and dropped onto it.
Marcus Brody: That wasn't my little boy back there. That wasn't Marcus Brody Jr. That MTB creature's taken over his mind, and I really need to snap him out of it.
He took a moment to inhale, and sighed deeply as he exhaled.
Marcus Brody: Do I want to win this? Of course I do. Do I want to be World Champion again? Of course I do. Do I care if I win? Not anymore. It doesn't matter if I win or lose anymore, just as long as I throw MTB out of there! And if I ever see him again, I'm gonna kick that son of a bitch Sandy Strachon's arse so hard, the next Sandy Strachon wannabee's gonna feel it!
He looked up and caught the camera.
Marcus Brody: Hey! Get out of here.
The cameraman turned to leave but an angry yell can be heard as the camera suddenly moves to the ceiling and then to the floor as a loud crash is heard. Marcus Brody moved his face into the camera and looked sternly into it.
Marcus Brody: MTB! I hope you're watching this! You'd better watch out! I'm getting my son back!
He moved his face away from the camera and walked away.