The Clash - Death or Glory

[Yukio Blaze]

Conceived
Born
Live
Die.

Think about these four words for a moment or two or twenty-six year and some change or even when your eighty years old.

What do they mean to you?
WHAT DO THEY MEAN TO YOU?

What do they mean to me?
WHAT DO THEY MEAN TO ME?

Fear
Anger
Hate
Suffering

Death
Taxes

Win Some
Lose Some

I think.......
I dream.........
I remember........

All the little things.
All the things that one should forget.

Not me.

I'm cursed.
I'm broken.


They're dead.

Not my fault.

I've tried to forget.

My memories.
My remorse.

I wanna wake up with no regrets.
I wanna wake up to a world where everything is perfect.

I wanna be the hero.
I wanna be the guy who stands tall.

NO HAPPY LIFE.
NOTHING IS HAPPY.
NOTHING IS FREE.

I'll be free soon.......






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FEAR: He had fear flowing through is veins I'm not talking about the kind that the Skywalker's had but the kind that you have right before you pass on to another place. The kind that you have to accept or else it will eat you and come after you. The kind that death senses as she lurks over your shoulder.

Its do or die time for young Jeff Soencer. He has called the shots up until this point and now it rest in the hands of another. Let it be the guys and gals up in corporate or the popcorn guy in the arena.

We all know who it really rest on. The man they call Dean.

JD vs JS.

Good versus Good.

The Past vs The Present.

I would say master versus apprentice but that's not the case.

Its about those two men.
Its about who is the bigger man.

Who is the bigger man?

You decide.

Phone lines are now open.

Who fears who?

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The one thing I've wanted was finality. Not fatality.

Or at least not yet.

I've come to accept that one day I'll die. My family will cry, followers will mourn me, and the others will ask who was that?

Flash in a pan.

That's what life really it.

This world is the frying pan.
You are the bacon cooking in it.

Waiting for something to devour you.

Eat your world
Eat your soul

ONLY IF YOU LET THEM
ONLY IF I LET THEM
ONLY IF I LET HIM

He cannot stop what is speeding down the tracks.
He cannot hunt what he cannot kill.

He doesnt know.
He doesnt care.

He never will.
I NEVER WILL.

This needs to end....





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Anger: Saint Anger around my neck. Around his neck. Around the both of their necks. Let it be in some back alley or a bowling alley or even in the alley where Daredevil got splashed with the acid that got in his eyes and made him a superhero.

A random superhero.

Like Blaze.

Ever wonder why they called him that?

He stepped up when no one did. He never got scarred or anyone. He would go out there and leave it all in the ring while wrasslin for bling while not caring about his well being.

ENOUGH
ENOUGH he said.

He was always secretly angry. No one knew it. No one cared to ask him. He has always secretly been like the hulk. He was secretly always like a loose cannon but with the heart of gold.

There's not a single guy in the back that can talk bad about him or his matches.

Whoops, broke kayfabe. Dont care, He will never care.

They dont care.

They dont care what he looks like or how he smells or what he does.

They have always been behind him.

He is the cult of personality.

He is not the best in the world.

He is not what's best for business.

HE IS THE BEST IN THE COMPANY at what he does.

Dispute it.

That's the anger. That's the rage.

Everyone knows he should have been on top.

He is angry for never being the top guy.

He is letting his anger out now.

He's going out on his terms.

Dean is just a pawn in this game.

Dean knows this.

He is angry like everyone else.

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I want the death.

I want him to have the glory.

I gave the glory to Bishop.
I gave the glory to Thunder.

International Championship
Retirement

Funny.

Retirement didnt stick.
International Championship didnt either.

Sucks.
Sucks.
Sucks.

Woulda
Coulda
Shoulda


I just cannot wait.

This is gonna be the best fun I've had in a long time.

No jobs are needed because either way, we are both gonna lose.

Neither one of us will win.

We are both born losers.
We will both die as losers.


This is the life we have lived.
This is the path we have chosen.

Not chosen ones.

Just chosen duds.

Glory my dear boy.

Glory........





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Hate: He lived with so much hatred, it was like a Hamlet play or a Dirty Harry movie or kinda like learning there is no such thing as santa claus. Yes, I went there because I can and because that bitch still owes me a Power Ranger command center from when I was six. Maybe after twenty years I should get over it but I'm not. F*ck that jolly old fat guy and his godforsaken hell spawn that are the elves.

Milk and cookies my ass.

Okay, that was enough.

Enough for you to get to reading this or to laugh or to critique this as something you have no clue what to thing of.

Confused yet?

I'm confused.

The kinda confused as to why Dean willingly agreed to this.

Or how general office agreed to these demands.

Apparently there is someone who loves Yukio up north.

Yukio hates it.

Dean hates it.

They do not hate each other though. They actually respect each other.

They hate the fact that one will outshine the other.

One of these two men will shut the other up.

Blaze will bleed.
Dean will cry.

A table will be involved.
A fan will jump the barricade.

A riot might happen.
John Cena will become a heel.


Its all the same. Hate is not a hurtful word.

Hate is a peace of mind.

Hate is where its at. Live with it.

EMBRACE IT.

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So the plan is simple.

KILL THE BAT.


Let history repeat itself.

Be the guy that couldnt get it done.

Be the guy that couldnt get it right.

Be the guy who could write a check that his ass cant cash.


So be it.

Let it be.

I'll tell you one thing.

I'm going all out.


This will be it.

Your hero will live long enough to see him become the villain.


I'm going to deliver you some bad news.

I probably wont be able to get the win.

I wish I could promise that but I cannot.

So instead, I'm going to put on a show like no other.

I wont be in trunks.

I'll be in jeans.

I wont come from behind the curtains.
I'm gonna come from the audience.


This is The Clash correct?

Guy who is paying out of his pocket to get some one night only theme music?

THIS GUY IS.


I'm going all out.
I'm going high fashion bitches.

I'm gonna steal the show and your milk duds too.





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Suffering: I fear for your safety Josh Dean. I fear that you will not come out the same after this match. You are gonna be like an astronaut and not like a cosmonaut. We are 'merica dammit and you are not red. Well now wait a minute, you will bleed red throughout this match unless its green, then you may be some goddamn mutant from Mars or something.

I'm angry because it has took me this long to get some closure. I'm angry because you had to be the guy to draw this card. I wish it were McGurk or Thunder or even Burton. Hell, i would take Calvin Lee if I had too. I took him at an arm wrestling contest once. I think he was on the steroids or something.

I hate the fact that neither one of us will be the same. You will hate it even more when some of your hair will be ripped from your scalp after a well played steel chair shot. Ouch, that is gonna hurt.


So now the time has come to suffer the same fate.

I will win.
You will win.

I will lose.
You will lose.

This is a match where neither one of us will be the victor. This may as well be a non sanctioned match because what we will do to each other will be highly illegal.

I'm talking sony computer emails-hacked type of sh*t.

Forget about Kim Kardashion or however the hell you spell her name.

WE WILL BREAK THE INTERNET.

NOT HER ASS.

US.

JEFF SPENCER AND JOSH DEAN.

Two kids that used to watch wrestling on tv and lived the dream.

Sex
Drugs
Rock
Roll
Tablets
Twinkies



This is your time to shine.

I'm out for the glory.

I'll get it.
You'll get it.


I want you to remember this match for when Clash is done. I want you to remember something I'm gonna leave for you in the ring.

I want you to remember from now until your gone.....

My hands.......Your throat.......Knowing I'm the man that told you Blaze will never die.



Death or Glory.

Becomes, just another story...........

[Drakz]

Mate. I don't know whether it's just been a long time since I've read your stuff and I forgot but this was straight garbage from start to finish.

The strange formatting makes it seem longer than it is, but you managed to miss a large number of typos and sentences that grammatically made no sense from a very short RP indeed. It makes me wonder if you even read this once after writing it.

The whole thing seems like a single train of thought with no filter on it at all. It was a garbled mess of random words, trying to be poetic and failing, talking about things that don't exist in the "WFWF World" (John Cena, CM Punk etc) and just generally making little to no sense, so much so that you even referenced it:

Dec 20, 2014 0:06:50 GMT -5 @spam said:

Enough for you to get to reading this or to laugh or to critique this as something you have no clue what to thing of.

All of these segments, all of this mystery and build to the first of Yukio's 3 wishes and this is what you put out? It's kind of insulting to Joshua Dean if I'm honest.

[bad guy™]

I completely disagree with Drakz on almost every aspect. You've been writing stream of consciousness for...well, since I brought you back a while ago. I'm used to the style. I like it. I understand it. I understand your inspiration.

I DO agree with Drakz that one, the mention of WWE guys is something you of all people should not do. That's a mistake someone who's been writing for us for seven days would do. Not seven years. That was careless on your part. You know better brother. Come on.

And the typos were killer but, you know I won't harp on that because even the best miss stuff. Only thing I disliked was the WWE references. Everything else I was cool with.

[Rated R]

Not sure what to make of this one really. I've gotten used to this style from your last time out and it was as interesting now as it was then but this piece seemed to lack any real heart to it. It felt rushed, something that the mistakes add credence to, and it didn't really do anything particularly more than any of the stuff you put out before you left. I mean honestly I have to say I'm disappointed simply because I expected something big for these three wishes and you haven't really delivered here. Since you've got two to go and all hopefully you can up the ante and give us something great.