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Post by king on Aug 11, 2009 13:54:23 GMT -5
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Post by king on Aug 11, 2009 15:21:09 GMT -5
OOC: For those that can't get into livejournal for some odd reason. I posted it here, but there is no color seeing how I hate using the proboards new color system been very difficult for me to use. But here it is hope all enjoy it. ---------------------
A new atmosphere… A new ring… A new crowd of people chanting for who ever they may have despised or loved. One thing was for sure I was in a different a atmosphere not too far away from my home in Phoenix, Arizona, but I did know one thing my career was about to begin once again not in the same promotion I was last seen in oh no sir…
It’s been almost three weeks since I had been seen by anyone in the public eye, not even friends or family knew where I was, as far as they knew I was still wrestling in Millennium Wrestling Alliance. The chants of Holocaust sucks still echoed through my ears as I made my way down the highway in my old 1969 smoky black Dodge Charger which most if not all would consider a gas guzzler, a hog on gas in which it was but I didn’t give a **ck as it was my baby. The way she road down the highway was like a dream, a dream you wouldn’t want to wake up from.
I knew one thing that was the last time I’d ever tell someone about my problems what ever they were. That stupid physician had it coming to her and I should have given it too her but instead I did what was right, and that was leaving, leaving her behind…
I knew one thing I wasn’t the same person, the same person who hid himself behind a mask, a mask a demonic court jester mask for the worst part of it all. I did know one thing though and that was I had come to my senses, no longer would I hide under a mask or another name, it was time that the world seen who I really was, it was time for them too see the man behind the mask, the man known as SEBASTIAN KING!!!
I told myself as I pulled over on the side of the road, and turned the key in the ignition off, the vehicle eventually killed after a few minutes passed I knew I wasn’t going to get the best sleep, but I would get some and some too most is better then none as I lay motionless inside of it until I fell asleep.
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The California skyline was a clear cold specter of nothing nice, as the wind could be seen blowing the tops of the trees. A cold breeze could be felt upon my skin as the tinted windows of my 1969 smoky black Dodge Charger lowered.
As the 1969 smoky black Dodge Charger of Sebastian King barreled down the highway, the music of "Voodoo" By Godsmack echoed its way through King’s ears. His hazel eyes narrowed in on the road ahead of him like vicious cold moving onto its next sick victim. Sebastian only wished he was already in True Glory wrestling stadium after a harsh night of drinking and partying with the locals at a local bar on the Arizona boarder line, and then hitting the road to San Diego, California where he’d begin his career of professional wrestling once again.
As the sound of King’s cell phone could be heard going off, he could be seen reaching into his pocket as he drove down the highway looking for the road he had to get off of. As he flipped opened his cell phone, Goldstein’s number could be seen. “Goldstein…?” Sebastian said with little excitement in his voice if any at all. “That would be correct, the man you love too hear from, the man who planted you into the Millennium Wrestling Alliance, the man who took you in as his last and final client, the man of the hour RICHARD GOLDSTEIN!” Goldstein said as if he was the man introducing himself to a crowd of wrestling fans.
“Goldstein, what is it, that you’re calling me for?” Sebastian said as he continued to drive down the highway in his 1969 smoky black Dodge Charger. “Well King, since the last time we’ve talked to one another, you were walking out of the Millennium Wrestling Alliance, the promotion you made your wrestling debut in, the same promotion that tried to get you help, as you claimed to not acknowledge you’re real name which for some odd reasoning your doing so now!” Goldstein could be heard saying, as Sebastian continued to listen as he continued to drive down the highway.
“Help… Richard…, Help… all that promotion did was take my problems and turn them into a world wide television show in which the fans of that piece of shit got a inside look at what my problems really were, on top of that the promotion tried to make money off of my problems, problems in which I decided to deal with on my very own, problems that will always be present some where’s in the back of my head waiting for that one opportunity to reveal themselves to who ever comes my way!” Sebastian said as he replied back to Goldstein, a bit of anger could be seen arising out of King as he continued to speak to his former manager Richard Goldstein.
“You see Goldstein, since my last stint in which was the last time I would be seen, which was about two week ago, I emerged back onto the scene, the very same scene I had once new in the Millennium Wrestling Alliance, but only this time, as a man who’ll see fit to take no prisoners and to do what he does best and that’s causing agonizing pain among his opponents who he’ll come into contact with very shortly!” Said Sebastian, as he began to turn off to his exit. After about a couple of hours he had arrived at what looked to be the True Glory Wrestling Arena. “See Rich the only thing that’s really changed, is that I don’t have you holding me back from anything, as you’ve might have heard I’ve signed with another promotion, and that promotion happens to be TRUE GLORY WRESTLING!” Sebastian said as he pulled into a parking space inside the arena’s parking garage, he then could be seen ending his conversation with his former manager as he begin to walk into the True Glory Wrestling arena.
As He opened the arena’s doors, the scene could be seen fading behind him as he slowly disappeared as the doors closed behind him, the words “THE VIRUS” SEBASTIAN KING HAS ARRIVED!!!” As the words begin to dissolve a few more words begin to flash across the screen stating “TRUE GLORY WRESTLING HAS JUST BEEN INFECTED…” Before finally dissolving as the camera feed begin to come to an end.
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