Post by zombiesx on Feb 3, 2008 19:11:11 GMT -5
A shattered pane of glass shows his life is broken. He denies it, as he plans to piece it all back together, but there is always something to shatter it again. The door that sits across from him has been shut. The sound of water can be heard. The sounds that surround him do not disturb him in the slightest, they are a mere backdrop for the main show. He wonders how it all fits together. Where she fits in his life has always been an unknown variable but seemed not to carry much weight.
He tried the normal jobs, working at a Mc Donald’s, but his people skills caused him to quit the minimum wage job, but not without leaving his marks on the customers. So next time think twice about
ing with a fast food worker, as this one truly does not give a ****. He left room for the special woman in his life, he has since he was in his teenager years, but waiting with patience on low, he dated the high school slut’s. Blinded by their looks, he did not even see they were screwing his best friend, who turned out to not even be a friend.
Now that he looks at it, he has his eyes on cheerleader who is taking a shower, not a true cheerleader but sure as hell is hotter than them. He has now learned not to take her for granted, as no matter how tight he holds her every night, she could slowly slip away from him. They hardly fight now, as when he gets mad and is about to snap, he slaps that part of him back inside, as he believes that every fight, will cut the relationship short. Which when you think of it, he may be a monster in the ring, but he actually knows how to treat a woman.
But one thing for sure, the friends he had in high school could have their ass kicked now. Due to his wrestling career, which has granted him the madness needed to fight when needed, he has been thrown off the ladder of live, and then kicked in the rib cage. When he went in, he had the backyard hardcore down pat, and then he realized that he had not even touched what was set to come, he did not touch the world of wrestling’s hardcore. Oh no, he had just began to crack the code, when it reset and put him in matches with stipulations and things he never thought he would be in.
He went into the king of death match, and faced off with a monster, in the brutal Itallian Dinner Death Match, he did not know that would happen, and he was beat like the young punk he was. He was taught that he had just began, and don’t think he can forget that match, the horrible cut with the fork stabbed in his ribs, that is a scar. That is something he see’s everyday, it is a lesson taught to him, that he can look back on by the scar. With the match with Jay Mayhem, a match he remember’s still, one of the most things that he remembers everyday, left his whole back in scars.
So every match he steeps foot into, he is in a learning experience, even if it is him just throwing down a guy, who thinks he is the best in the world. He will know that he has left his mark, and his mark is not one that someone wants to have on them, he is a person who will beat you in the face with a ball bat, capped in barbed wire. Why is that you question, back to the backyard, and back to hardcore match’s it was what he was taught. He was trained as if to be a shark, to sense the blood, and then attack for the kill, only to leave as the victor.
His mind is a rubix cube, being turned and when finished it will all fall into place; his life, his career, and really everything in the world. Twisting it all the time, until he can fin the move set to end the challenger’s, and make everyone in the federation bow down before him, as they will see that he is the true king, the true champion, and the true winner. He faces off with these “men”, in the motor city mayhem match, but his own skill can win this. He will pack all his anger up, and put the faces of the people who have screwed him over onto the body’s of these men, who he plans to rise above.
Leaving all of the body’s, all of them laid out on the floor bloody and beaten, so he can grab the belt that was tore away from him in the past, and then he could hold it with pride draped over his shoulder. The gold to be polished, as a prized trophy to never be dusty, and to be shown every week by his own glory. He does not care about the blood he sheds, he does not care bout the screams they will be letting out, as he takes them down one by one with what ever item he can find. He will at least know he earned it, from busting his ass in every match he has been in, and training his life up into a final match, for that win.
(---------;;---------)
A turning and rattling noise came in, as the door came open, standing at the door was the most beautiful girl in Jake’s life, it was Amber. Making her way out she looked at him on the bed, wondering to her self what he has been doing. Gracefully she steeped forward close to the bed, locking her beautiful eyes on him, his back turned to her. Sucking in the atmosphere outside with his eyes, making him love drunk with beautiful shadows, and brilliant high lights.
“Jake, what are you doing?”
Still looking out the window, not turning to see he tells her.
“Just thinking....”
“About what?”
“Everything.”
She climbed on top of the bed, crawling across very sexually to his side, on all fours. She then set up on her two knees, and wrapped her beautiful arms around his back, looking out the window at the same breath taking spot he is. Quite without a word or a noise, they are focused on the beautiful lawn with two trees set at each side of the window, and they can see the road. One of the most beautiful images they have shared together, as she spoke out to him.
“Beautiful...”
“Yeah.”
“So peaceful.”
Letting him go she fail backward, laying there to the side of him on the left, as he fail back with her. Both bodies looking up at the ceiling, as they hold hands, her on the left, him on the right. They have the focus on the ceiling, as Jake turned his head, looking at her. She held her head there in the position where she started, as she then rolled her head to look him in the eyes.
“Jake, never leave me.....”
“Baby I wont.”
He tried the normal jobs, working at a Mc Donald’s, but his people skills caused him to quit the minimum wage job, but not without leaving his marks on the customers. So next time think twice about
ing with a fast food worker, as this one truly does not give a ****. He left room for the special woman in his life, he has since he was in his teenager years, but waiting with patience on low, he dated the high school slut’s. Blinded by their looks, he did not even see they were screwing his best friend, who turned out to not even be a friend.Now that he looks at it, he has his eyes on cheerleader who is taking a shower, not a true cheerleader but sure as hell is hotter than them. He has now learned not to take her for granted, as no matter how tight he holds her every night, she could slowly slip away from him. They hardly fight now, as when he gets mad and is about to snap, he slaps that part of him back inside, as he believes that every fight, will cut the relationship short. Which when you think of it, he may be a monster in the ring, but he actually knows how to treat a woman.
But one thing for sure, the friends he had in high school could have their ass kicked now. Due to his wrestling career, which has granted him the madness needed to fight when needed, he has been thrown off the ladder of live, and then kicked in the rib cage. When he went in, he had the backyard hardcore down pat, and then he realized that he had not even touched what was set to come, he did not touch the world of wrestling’s hardcore. Oh no, he had just began to crack the code, when it reset and put him in matches with stipulations and things he never thought he would be in.
He went into the king of death match, and faced off with a monster, in the brutal Itallian Dinner Death Match, he did not know that would happen, and he was beat like the young punk he was. He was taught that he had just began, and don’t think he can forget that match, the horrible cut with the fork stabbed in his ribs, that is a scar. That is something he see’s everyday, it is a lesson taught to him, that he can look back on by the scar. With the match with Jay Mayhem, a match he remember’s still, one of the most things that he remembers everyday, left his whole back in scars.
So every match he steeps foot into, he is in a learning experience, even if it is him just throwing down a guy, who thinks he is the best in the world. He will know that he has left his mark, and his mark is not one that someone wants to have on them, he is a person who will beat you in the face with a ball bat, capped in barbed wire. Why is that you question, back to the backyard, and back to hardcore match’s it was what he was taught. He was trained as if to be a shark, to sense the blood, and then attack for the kill, only to leave as the victor.
His mind is a rubix cube, being turned and when finished it will all fall into place; his life, his career, and really everything in the world. Twisting it all the time, until he can fin the move set to end the challenger’s, and make everyone in the federation bow down before him, as they will see that he is the true king, the true champion, and the true winner. He faces off with these “men”, in the motor city mayhem match, but his own skill can win this. He will pack all his anger up, and put the faces of the people who have screwed him over onto the body’s of these men, who he plans to rise above.
Leaving all of the body’s, all of them laid out on the floor bloody and beaten, so he can grab the belt that was tore away from him in the past, and then he could hold it with pride draped over his shoulder. The gold to be polished, as a prized trophy to never be dusty, and to be shown every week by his own glory. He does not care about the blood he sheds, he does not care bout the screams they will be letting out, as he takes them down one by one with what ever item he can find. He will at least know he earned it, from busting his ass in every match he has been in, and training his life up into a final match, for that win.
(---------;;---------)
A turning and rattling noise came in, as the door came open, standing at the door was the most beautiful girl in Jake’s life, it was Amber. Making her way out she looked at him on the bed, wondering to her self what he has been doing. Gracefully she steeped forward close to the bed, locking her beautiful eyes on him, his back turned to her. Sucking in the atmosphere outside with his eyes, making him love drunk with beautiful shadows, and brilliant high lights.
“Jake, what are you doing?”
Still looking out the window, not turning to see he tells her.
“Just thinking....”
“About what?”
“Everything.”
She climbed on top of the bed, crawling across very sexually to his side, on all fours. She then set up on her two knees, and wrapped her beautiful arms around his back, looking out the window at the same breath taking spot he is. Quite without a word or a noise, they are focused on the beautiful lawn with two trees set at each side of the window, and they can see the road. One of the most beautiful images they have shared together, as she spoke out to him.
“Beautiful...”
“Yeah.”
“So peaceful.”
Letting him go she fail backward, laying there to the side of him on the left, as he fail back with her. Both bodies looking up at the ceiling, as they hold hands, her on the left, him on the right. They have the focus on the ceiling, as Jake turned his head, looking at her. She held her head there in the position where she started, as she then rolled her head to look him in the eyes.
“Jake, never leave me.....”
“Baby I wont.”
