Post by zombiesx on Oct 4, 2007 16:43:45 GMT -5
Walking through grass is a man with spiked hair. His flashy green pants are on him. Almost cargo like and there is some white paint on the backs that you can see. We now go forward and see his face, revealing that the man is the self proclaimed "Hardcore Messiah" Jake Slash. His wrists taped up, his body shirtless. His cuts are healing, however they are still very visible.
“ Loaded, loaded, loaded. What to say about it. Loaded is my time to shine, and to go above all, hold the gold that was taken from me. All will see what they forgot, which is that I am still here. I am here very much so. And I will be in Madison Square Garden at the first episode of Loaded. I will be in there, doing what I do best. Winning. But not just simply "winning" but winning when no one else can continue. Winning when I am the only one who is left standing."
Jake then, unknowingly lets out a painfull sigh and holds his arm.
“ Obo, I know you feel good about my pain, and hell our match did not even take place. And on that subject I wonder why you would not face me. I think you fear me. Scratch that I know you fear me. I am the one who is searching only to destroy, But I will prove that in the loaded match, Not to one but to all.”
His bottle now empty, as he had been stopping to take some drinks, and he throws it in a trash can. Now walking down the sidewalk keeping same speed, keeping same energy, keeping same everything. He pops his knuckles and continues down the walk way, not showing real emotion on his face.
“There is only a certain amount of pain one can take before giving up. My pain has the opposite. Pain is fuel to me. My pain, and yours. I have beat many senseless, many bloody, many bruised. All quit. But I continue. I have fought matches these people here in WFWF wish they could. Hell I am great. I should not have to be with these low card pieces of ****, I am Jake f****** Slash the 'King of Extreme'. And I will never let anyone take my crown, always rise never fall.”
He scratches his arm and then stops at a tree, that is full of brown dead leaves. He steeped on some hearing the noise of dead leaves under him, he fail down sitting against the tree.
“Everything dies, everyone dies, and when I am die, I wanna stand out. I want to not be another guy that was forgotten, not another leaf under your feet decaying away. I am not that way, I am one to take no ****, one to bleed, one to feed, one to breed. One to fight back, one to brake backs, one to never and I mean never fall away. When I am about to fall, my hand will hang off the ledge, off the ledge tight, pouring out body fluid’s. Making people know I will not go down without a fight. I will not go down with out cuts, scrapes, and barbed wire lace. I am all to live, all to die.”
He reaches in his hoodie pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarets and lighting one up. Moving it to his mouth and inhailing the smoke.
“I don’t see the purpose of posers. Posers who have not gone thru glass, nor f****** cut there ass. That’s what I am against, they have never been thrown from a house, hit with light tubes, bashed with base ball bats. That’s right, they are nothing at hardcore, hell if they drape that belt over there shoulder, they will brag there ass’s off about that belt and how hardcore they are, when they are not. But I will not allow that, hell I will not allow them to even touch me. I will rise above, and come out of there with the belt, the hardcore belt, I have earned it, had it and got it took from me. News flash bitch that was then this is now, a new man is here to fight you off, A new man here to make you bleed. I am the hand that will feed, the hand that may bleed, the new breed, king of extreme.”
He flicks a cigaret bud off onto the ground, as a leaf catches fire, quickly wetting and slamming his hand down and putting it out. He rises up his hand, he is burnt and he stares out, at the moving traffic.
“The pain is just so real, so much pain you are going to feel. So much skin your going to peel, so much hate I have built. You as people may understand wrestling, but pain is nothing near you, I am nothing like you losers. Hell you guys belong on the street, begging for food and collecting coins, Living in a box as you talent does not belong with the WFWF. So I want you to know, want you to know, how the blood goes, how the pain feels, how the skin peels.”
*fades to black*
“ Loaded, loaded, loaded. What to say about it. Loaded is my time to shine, and to go above all, hold the gold that was taken from me. All will see what they forgot, which is that I am still here. I am here very much so. And I will be in Madison Square Garden at the first episode of Loaded. I will be in there, doing what I do best. Winning. But not just simply "winning" but winning when no one else can continue. Winning when I am the only one who is left standing."
Jake then, unknowingly lets out a painfull sigh and holds his arm.
“ Obo, I know you feel good about my pain, and hell our match did not even take place. And on that subject I wonder why you would not face me. I think you fear me. Scratch that I know you fear me. I am the one who is searching only to destroy, But I will prove that in the loaded match, Not to one but to all.”
His bottle now empty, as he had been stopping to take some drinks, and he throws it in a trash can. Now walking down the sidewalk keeping same speed, keeping same energy, keeping same everything. He pops his knuckles and continues down the walk way, not showing real emotion on his face.
“There is only a certain amount of pain one can take before giving up. My pain has the opposite. Pain is fuel to me. My pain, and yours. I have beat many senseless, many bloody, many bruised. All quit. But I continue. I have fought matches these people here in WFWF wish they could. Hell I am great. I should not have to be with these low card pieces of ****, I am Jake f****** Slash the 'King of Extreme'. And I will never let anyone take my crown, always rise never fall.”
He scratches his arm and then stops at a tree, that is full of brown dead leaves. He steeped on some hearing the noise of dead leaves under him, he fail down sitting against the tree.
“Everything dies, everyone dies, and when I am die, I wanna stand out. I want to not be another guy that was forgotten, not another leaf under your feet decaying away. I am not that way, I am one to take no ****, one to bleed, one to feed, one to breed. One to fight back, one to brake backs, one to never and I mean never fall away. When I am about to fall, my hand will hang off the ledge, off the ledge tight, pouring out body fluid’s. Making people know I will not go down without a fight. I will not go down with out cuts, scrapes, and barbed wire lace. I am all to live, all to die.”
He reaches in his hoodie pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarets and lighting one up. Moving it to his mouth and inhailing the smoke.
“I don’t see the purpose of posers. Posers who have not gone thru glass, nor f****** cut there ass. That’s what I am against, they have never been thrown from a house, hit with light tubes, bashed with base ball bats. That’s right, they are nothing at hardcore, hell if they drape that belt over there shoulder, they will brag there ass’s off about that belt and how hardcore they are, when they are not. But I will not allow that, hell I will not allow them to even touch me. I will rise above, and come out of there with the belt, the hardcore belt, I have earned it, had it and got it took from me. News flash bitch that was then this is now, a new man is here to fight you off, A new man here to make you bleed. I am the hand that will feed, the hand that may bleed, the new breed, king of extreme.”
He flicks a cigaret bud off onto the ground, as a leaf catches fire, quickly wetting and slamming his hand down and putting it out. He rises up his hand, he is burnt and he stares out, at the moving traffic.
“The pain is just so real, so much pain you are going to feel. So much skin your going to peel, so much hate I have built. You as people may understand wrestling, but pain is nothing near you, I am nothing like you losers. Hell you guys belong on the street, begging for food and collecting coins, Living in a box as you talent does not belong with the WFWF. So I want you to know, want you to know, how the blood goes, how the pain feels, how the skin peels.”
*fades to black*