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Post by .::Beauty::. on Aug 18, 2010 10:23:38 GMT -5
[Volitionary Championship Hell in a Cell Match] Kaji Fireson Vs. 'Jester' Chad Allen
Limit: 2 Each Maximum First Deadline: Monday August 23rd 11:59pm EST Final Deadline: Tuesday August 24th at 11:59pm EST Kirsten Shelley: It's time to crown a new Volitionary Champion. Each man has battled for a spot in this match, now who will come out on top?
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Post by Andy on Aug 22, 2010 22:44:37 GMT -5
The Past
Captivity…it’s a weird thing. You are locked up, not free to go where you choose to. Yet you have the freedom to roam this small room. You are free to do pushups, punch the wall, talk, etc yet you are still stuck here. You don’t get to choose when you eat, but can choose when you sleep. At first you think wouldn’t this cause people to go more insane being locked here for 2 years. I now find this room soothing, I have noticed different details about each wall. Like this one on the right has small bumps of where the paint brush applied to much paint. Or on this wall scuff marks where my head has connected one too many times. There is sanity in this system of locking me up. It brings me peace, this place is comfortable now. I have a visitor a day or so, and that’s about it. I lost track of time of course, one day I hope to find out what time it is, maybe I can start keeping track of what hour it is. Has anyone ever thought to sit down in the same room with no words from anyone? What do others think about when they are locked up? Do they notice the details like me or are they set in their ways demanding to be let free. Freedom still exist in here, Freedom to do what I wish as long its confined to this square space. Freedom is a privilege, one you keep even though they say your locked up.
The Present
Today we see a sad clown, a man who expected to much out of his life. He was told a title match, and then ended up with Viloitionary title shot how disappointing for this poor jester. Knowing that some nobody from nobodysville received the TGW title shot hurts the poor man. Does Ali Taylor really think, Jester Chad Allen can’t beat Natalie Burrows? Shit happens when you have half brained nitwits like Russell running wild. Doesn’t matter, instead Jester Chad Allen now has to wrestle a man named Kaji Fireson. Both these men are fierce competitors, both only suffering one loss in TGW to the same woman. Both Fireson and Allen have to step in that hell in the cell at No Limits. One of the two most anticipated matches of TGW history. A match that only TGW fan’s could dream of, Jester Chad Allen Vs Kaji Fireson.
We now turn our attention to our Hero or villain your preference, the Jestery one. We find him outside chilling out on a Today’s weather a little gloomy, a little nasty, but livable. Mr. Allen is sitting on some steps, chilling out, smoking cigarette, he finishes his last drag on it, and puts it out against the ground. He looks up and notices the camera crew.
Jester Chad Allen You found me huh? Sad, it’s another week all ready…Words are coming harder every week guys. I mean is it really worth my time and effort to talk about how I am going to destroy someone. Having that week off really has thrown me that’s for sure. I mean just going to Animosity for a quick little attack on Franchise making sure I ruin any title dreams he had I guess it’s worth it. It just didn’t seem right last week. I know, I know, I shouldn’t worry about it. Ms. Taylor gave me the night off so I could focus on my Lou Thesz Tournament. It just seems odd that this guy wasn’t anywhere on the card. Then they hold this ladder match, and that ends up being the TGW title contenders match instead of mine. Half of those fools couldn’t beat me, and they shouldn’t even try. Now I end up in the ring with Kaji for the Viloitionary title, a title for the likes of Franchise, and Aj Adams. It’s okay though, I still finally get to step into the ring with my rules. I step into that ring with the only rule is beat Kaji by any means necessary. Now, everyone has seen me wrestling these lame ass singles matches. No one has yet to see me fight my fight. Where I am allowed to be myself, be in my territory, and well bring on the violence!
Now, let’s talk down the last few weeks huh? I know everyone wants to hear what I have to say for myself about Russell, Ms. Burrows, Chris Maddox, AJ Adams, some new folks, and well of course my No Limits Dance partner Kaji Fireson.
So you know how I work, let’s start with some of new chumps. Alex Cage, Camisado this week No limits, I hope for you guys you push it to your breaking points to impress me to get your title shot, for when I beat Kaji, Ms. Taylor will be looking for new talent to compete with me. It’s all right gentleman, No Limits could be a great point in your careers, and I can only hope you two ended up being the best talent I can compete with. I am tired of wrestling wash ups and losers, so please do me a favor impress some people and get ready to wrestle me.
Aj Adams gets another give me match against Chase Turner. I don’t understand what Ali Taylor is thinking. She should know that the only guy who can destroy AJ Adams mentally and physically is me. I showed it my first week here; I can do it again and again. I can break that former world champion no problem. Instead she bring in lame ass dudes like Chase Turner. Is he the son of Ted Turner or something? Wanted to be a big time wrestle because his daddy used to own a company? Chase just do us all a favor and retire Aj all ready? I am tired with dealing these people who are more like lifeless meat bags when they step into the ring. So Chase, beat Aj, then beat yourself so no one has to look at you.
Alistair Ambrosia you have Russell Franchise this week. Should be cake after what I did to him last week, and his ladder match failure. O wait you failed in that ladder match as well didn’t you. Well you should be able to beat Russell pretty easily; dude was a push over for me, he should be push over for you as well.
Russell Franchise oo man look at you. Still on that losing streak, going for win against a new guy huh? Wa wa wee wa! Russell, look at what you have done for yourself. Somehow got yourself match at no limits…guess the gods are taking pity on you. How has that short bus rides into the arena been lately? Do they have you wearing your special A game Constant protection helmet? Wouldn’t want to hurt those 4 brain cells you have left right? Hey keep going strong, one day Make-A-Wish foundation will visit and you will get that title shot.
Now let’s talk about the other guy, Chris Maddox…oi that guy is even worse than Russell. When I got here, all he did was claim that he was the next champion. That he was the best, now look at him. Has yet to get his footing here and he expected a title shot. He ended up getting destroyed by me and then got his assed kicked my Kaji Fireson. Dude, Chris you got left off the No Limits Card, Mr. Main Event is now Mr. off the card. Well shit happens huh? Hopefully you just found it easier to retire.
Aaron Rupp…The Ruppster, DJ Master Rupp Rupp, congrats on your ladder match. Congrats on having my title shot….Congrats on getting your hands on Natalie. Obviously as the new man, you won’t be taking her lightly. You have seen what she can do. Now, you win the title, she wins the title either way I will claim it for myself soon enough. I hope the two of you survive that hell in the cell, so I can look forward to finishing you both off and strip that title from your lifeless bodies.
Natalie Burrows, look at you Ms. Win streak! No one can stop Natalie no way! She’s the best! Aaah! She can’t be stop She’s the southern Belle! She can beat any guy! She can beat the evils of the world, and the hero’s of the old. She is world title material for sure. Well, my dear Natalie, that’s what everyone has been saying. I keep thinking through my brain how you beat me. The fact that I am not on a re-match with you for the title is still pissing me off. Ali Taylor rewarded you?! After you turned her offer down, and you kept saying you will just beat us sad villains. Have you fun Natalie, bring the golden moral light to TGW to guide us. Just remember now how much you bring that light down, the darkness will cover sooner or later. Keep everyone’s hope up as long as you can, because soon the Era of Jester Chad Allen will come, its TGW’s Destiny.
All right Kaji, it is your turn. Now, I know you and Natalie are all fuzzy inside about each other. Good friends, that’s awesome. Way to have some, it’s amazing right? All my old wrestling friends left me. No more friends for poor ol JCA. Now, you are thinking why does this matter? Your right sorry for bringing up such frivolous information. I just can’t wait to be in the same ring as a friend of Natalie’s, I need to hurt you to prove a point. That no matter what she does, I am going to find her and break her southern spirit. Now, we do have a title in our grasp. It’s the two of us in a battle in a cell. Now to prepare for this match; I have thought of a way to get myself mentally prepared for living in that cell. I can’t believe that they are finally putting me into a match that suits my style.
Kaji as an old man, coming into this are you sure you can handle a sadistic crazy son of a bitch like me in a cell. I am the full reason why it’s going to be hell in that cell for you. Not because how dangerous a bunch of chain link is, but because there is no escape from my violent imagination. You See Kaji, you will be the first to experience that in TGW. The feeling of no hope, no escape, and all you will get out of is suffering. I don’t want you think that I am not thinking about you my friend, I am. I don’t want to hurt you to bad, but sometimes I lose control of my mind and well there won’t be any stopping me. Just sometimes I see blood Kaji, I see it and I keep going! I keep attacking, and attacking, and attacking and nothing not even the hand of god can’t stop me. It’s cool, I’ll do my best to control myself.
Now Kaji, a word of advice for No Limits; don’t let your wife and child buy the paper per view. I would hate to make them cry. They deserve better than watching their favorite person become ground beef. I think it would break them when the police brought the yellow tape out for the blood bath we are about to start up. I just don’t think it’s right to torture them by letting them watch. I mean, that would be pretty sick of me to hurt you so badly and start laughing. Your child would have nightmares for a long, long time about clowns. Now clowns aren’t scary, just this jester that’s all. I want to her to be able to enjoy a clown’s humor. Hell if you want, I will dust off the makeup kit, and call up bubbles and we will come over throw some pies at your next birthday party. This Tuesday though it’s a different story. I am a man to be feared. Not laughed at Kaji…So with that, I would appreciate it if you’re sick child doesn’t watch what happens to papa.
Now, see I am a very very caring individual. I don’t want anything bad to happen to the overall happiness of the family just you Kaji. So don’t worry I won’t climb in your window, and snatch your people up. So no need to hide your kids, and hide your wife, and hide your husband because I WON’T be rapin everybody out here. Yeah that’s a little Antoine Dawdson for you. ANYWAYS back to the point. No Limits, that means no limit on anything. Bring all you have Mr. Fireson, bring your heart, your passion, hell bring your soul if you believe in that junk. I will bring the pain, corruption, and insanity. Let’s see which one out last the others.
I can’t believe this fucking place sometimes you know? I really did think I had that TGW champion shot, but nope instead they throw us together. It happens, I should just get over it right. I mean come on they couldn’t ever think Ms. Burrows just got a lucky fluke or something. Oi all right, here is the deal Kaji I am looking at this like stepping stone. Maybe I will complete AJ Adams lifetime goal in my few short months here, that he has tried to do most of his adult life. That seems like a reasonable quest right. Might as well start small baby steps you could say. Beat you, defend the title a little bit, act like I’m a big deal. Maybe Ali Taylor will see that I am more kick ass and well give me that TGW title shot, and then I can have both belts. Domination is the game plan now, just completely rule this place out of nowhere. No more jokes about the court jester, I will have people coming up says King Jester! What do we do now our Grace? I will say! You squirt him with your flower! Hahahaha brilliant. You put his fire out! So then he is just Kaji Son…The best of Japanese wrestling. Hahahaha.
Some people tell me to lay off the kool-aid as of late. Did you know that was invented in Nebraska, yeah bit of history for you. I don’t drink Kool-Aid, it’s not a part of my diet. I mean neither is Twinkies, but come on how you can resist at least one of these a week is beyond me. Now my diet is something like this, cigarettes, protein bars, Twinkies, Mountain Dew, and a dose of insanity. I know with all that you could make a stew huh?
Kaji, I am sure by now you are sick and tired of my ramblings. I know it’s like gambling when you open up videos of me, never knows what I’ll spit out and for how long. It’s like improvisation techniques you know? You just keep talking till the other person speaks up. I think wrestling is a lot like that to, you just keep beating them in till they fight back. Maybe that’s why I am a good wrestler; I know the rules of improv. Except for I modify them for violence. Violence Improvised, such a cool way to look at things. No real game plan, except for go out there and entertain the fans with violence. That’s what I am, an entertainer. It’s been in my family history for years, of entertainment. I believe I am the first Allen to compete in the ring, not that it’s a bad thing. Here is an idea, I will pull violent acts like videos of kittens getting murdered in brutal ways and watch picture in picture with who’s line is it anyways. Doesn’t that seem like an awesome concept to learn improvised violence? Tell you what Kaji, I’ll give you the first lesson for free dude. This Tuesday, No Limits, You and I dance in that ring, we improvise our dance and bring out violent sides out. All right so earlier I mentioned I was going to do something to help me deal with the captivity of being in a cell, so with that it’s time to talk about the
JESTER Prank of the Week
So…I chose this spot knowing that public indecency is not a crime people enjoy. So I am going to dial the police and let them know a man is pissing on the capitol steps.
Jester dials on his phone,
SIR THERE IS A STRANG MAN PISSING ON THE CAPITOL’S STEPS! AAH! Please stop him, my children think of my children! O thank you sir, thank you!
Jester hangs up his phone and turns away from the camera and begins to piss. He turns his head over his shoulder and winks. He zips up his pant as police yell Freeze! They start getting up close to JCA. Who whips around and punches one across the jaw. The other one quickly shoots JCA with a tazer dropping him down. They cuff him, pick him up, and begin pushing him into the car.
Well Jail will only be about 2 days so no worries. See you all soon.
*scene fades*
The Future:
Greetings from jail! No worries, I will be released just in time for No Limits. I can’t wait to move to a much bigger sized cell. Oo and I’m sure Kaji will make much better company than Mike over here. So TGW prepare for my transfer papers, I am ready for freedom, I am ready for Violence, I am ready of NO LIMITS.
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Post by dustyroad on Aug 23, 2010 22:58:38 GMT -5
August 18th, 2010
It's the day after the last Animosity, and Kaji Fireson is feeling pretty good about himself. He finally got to kick the shit out of Chris Maddox and prove why you don't try to make wrestling your bitch. He got some measure of catharsis from his victory with Maddox, and now he's to a brand new day, one with a TGW Volitionary Championship match in his future. He's making good headway in reminding himself why he got into this business, and no, it's not because he wants to win championships, though they help. No, he got into wrestling because he enjoys wrestling, and at present, TGW seems just the place where he can wrestle just for wrestling's sake. In other organizations, he would have had politics, bad blood, history, or buy rates to worry about, but in TGW, the environment is much more laid back than what he's used to, and he can focus on the wrestling. All in all, it's a good day to be Kaji Fireson as he gets up out of bed (which is now empty), passes his daughter's crib (Evelyn is sleeping peacefully), and enters the kitchen.
About halfway between his morning cup of joe and navigating his internet browser of choice (Firefox, of course) to TGW.com, Kaji comes to a realization (well, more like a recollection) that makes him go stiff in the chair, nearly dropping a euphemism for sex onto his lap. He carefully places the coffee back on the desktop (which is decidedly not his flame-print boxers) as his emerald irises darken with resignation. On Tuesday, August 24th, it will no longer be about the wrestling, it will be about violence. It will be about No Limits. Most importantly of all, it will be in a match type in which he has historically god awful luck in.
Don't tell me you're mind-fucking yourself already.
Kaji looks up from his internal duress and sees Allison leaning against the door frame. Unlike a certain groggy pyro, Allison is fully dressed, in her traditional garb of black tank top and spandex shorts, and seems to have been awake for quite a while. Judging from a thin layer of sweat and the way her wet hair is back in a ponytail, she probably just got back from an early morning run. (You know, at a time of day when she wouldn't suffer a heat stroke just from walking outside.) Kaji chuckles a bit to himself, shaking his head as he looks back down to his monitor.
I know full well that I'm a better wrestler than Chad Allen, if that's what you're asking.
Well that's not what I'm asking, so answer the question I actually asked.
Kaji looks up at her for a moment before sighing; around his wife, there's no use in façades.
While it's true that I know I'm a better wrestler than the Jester, it's not the man I'm worried about. I have never won a match where I am confined to a cell, and I tend to get spectacularly injured in the process of failing.
There's a first time for everything, hon. Besides, if you need any pointers on cell matches, you've got easy access to an expert.
Kaji blinks for a moment, then chuckles a bit, rolling his eyes. He still hasn't forgotten how...proud Allison was when she emerged from her first cage match with a championship. However, before he can formulate a witty response to her, the two of them hear Evelyn stirring in the baby monitor on Kaji's desk. Allison rolls her eyes in mock frustration.
Seeing as I'm the one dressed and coherent, I guess I'll go...let you figure out how cages work.
I know how the match works--
But it's no use responding; Allison has already left the office and headed into the bedroom. Kaji shakes his head again as he turns back to TGW...and becoming coherent for the day.
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August 23rd, 2010
The audio fades into white noise as Kaji (he's fully dressed this time, with a bright red t-shirt, denim shorts, and spectacularly loud flame-print sneakers) clicks off the video. Allison is dressed in tank top and denim shorts next to him. The couple each look utterly gobsmacked as they try to comprehend what they just saw.
So what is it that they just watched, you might ask?
Really?
Really.
Kaji is expressionless. Allison looks like she's trying not to explode. With laughter, that is.
I think Jester and I need to be introduced.
But why? He's the Jester, and if he never meets you, he can continue being unintentionally entertaining by making such ridiculous claims and suggestions.
Allison can no longer hold her composure and bursts into a fit of laughter that sees her nearly fall out of her seat on the sofa. Kaji seems sheepish as Allison tries (and fails) to recompose herself. He tries to speak to the camera over Allison's giggles.
Well, I guess you succeeded in that regard, Chad...you've certainly proven to be entertaining to my wife. Since you didn't mean to be, strictly speaking, I thought I'd better explain something about my family. You see, my child is decidedly healthy, if a bit young to be watching wrestling.
Allison suffers another powerful laughing fit, presumably from the excessive understatement. Kaji looks even more sheepish as he raises his voice a bit higher.
Hon, I'm trying to educate the poor, uninformed soul.
Allison shakes her head hard enough to whip her long, jet black hair around into her face.
Sorry, sorry...it's just so...
I know, hon, I know...but he's never going to learn if you can't stop laughing. That only encourages him.
Allison takes a few moments to regain her breath, teeth grit and face screwed up in determination. Soon enough, however, her typically cold, collected demeanor has returned, her cold sapphire eyes boring into the camera next to Kaji's warmer emerald hues.
So now that we've settled down, I can go ahead and explain our situation to you, Chad. You see, my wife is not your typical, delicate little porcelain doll or pretty little flower. Though she's currently tackling a much smaller workload than she used to, she has experienced her fair share of trials, tribulations, and title match successes. In fact, her first ever championship came from the guts of a high stakes, high violence encounter that shares one very important trait with our coming match; it was housed by a ton of solid steel. She's had other exploits inside of cages and cells, far more than I can brag of, but she's not the one wrestling you, is she?
The point is that I'm no stranger to violence, you little prick. Besides, trust me when I say that I have seen Kaji suffer far worse than anything your pitiful little brain is capable of coming up with, so you've got no reason to worry about little old me.
I could brag about all the suffering I've experienced in my life, but that seems rather counter-intuitive to me, so let's talk about just a sliver of that suffering: the long, drawn out message you just sent me. Props on admitting it was long and rambling, though; at least you know when you've fucked up.
You managed to amuse me a few times, though, when you finally got around to talking to me. I don't know why you couldn't just wait for No Limits to take your frustrations out on all the new guys that got a shot that you didn't, but no, instead you take No Limits to mean that there's no limit to how long you should keep speaking, and so you address pretty much everybody on the TGW roster before finally getting around to me. I kind of wish you hadn't finally gotten around to me, though, because some of the things you ended up spouting off were so gut-bustingly and hilariously wrong that I wonder if your heart's really in it.
Well...I guess that's not fair. You don't know me or Allison, so there's no way you could have known how futile an attempt to snatch up Evelyn would have been. There's also no way you could have known that Allison is a former world champion in her own right, or that she's been in just as many extreme matches as I have, if not more. I suppose I have to forgive you for that ignorance, but now that it's been remedied, you need to change your tune. At No Limits, an event that I'm confident that Allison will watch with all the interest of a fellow wrestler and none of the squeamishness of a naïve virgin flower girl, you will learn that I, too, am no stranger to violence. I've done some things in my day that would turn Alli Taylor's stomach, and some that actually turn mine when I'm in a decent frame of mind, but that doesn't change the fact that when I'm in a match with no limits, against a man that has openly declared that he will attack until he is physically unable to, there is no telling what this kind old gentleman is capable of.
Though that is something I wanted to touch on. Not extensively, because it's not important, but just to throw it out there. I'm only 29. You do know that, right? I'm hardly an old man yet, though I suppose I could be considered so compared to some of the younger talent that's always cropping up in feds like these. But don't worry too much about me, Chad. I can still go with the best of them when I have to, and I've wrestled far better than you.
Allison chooses this moment to make herself seen once more, waving to the camera with a cheeky grin on her face. Kaji turns to face her, eyebrow raised. Allison looks at him and plays innocent.
What? Are you denying that you've wrestled me?
Never one-on-one, hon, and you know full well that Elijah cost us that match, not me.
Allison just smirks at him, eyes gleaming with mischief.
Oh, you know I've pinned you for far longer than a three-count...there just weren't any cameras around.
Kaji looks at Allison, face void of emotion. Then he turns to the camera, still holding the deadpan.
I apologize to those in the viewing audience that think that's too much information.
He then looks back at Allison, face still blank. He then allows his face to light up in an equally mischievous smirk for a couple of frames before returning back to the matter at hand.
Be that as it may, Chad, the fact remains that wrestling runs in the family. My parents both wrestled, I wrestle, my wife wrestles, and if Evelyn grows up into anything other than a professional wrestler, I will be thoroughly stunned. Proud of her, no doubt, but stunned. I suppose that's a trait of yours I can identify with; the fact that entertainment runs in the blood. Perhaps your blood and my blood contain different brands of entertainment, but it is entertainment nonetheless, and it is this common goal that will unite us at No Limits. We will be seeking to spill this blood all over the canvas of TGW's ring, soak the Cell's chain link in our very being. I have no doubt that, in this goal, the two of us will succeed.
But there is another goal, Chad, another goal that only one of us can achieve. Only one of us can win, and only one of us can walk out of No Limits with the TGW Volitionary Championship. Perhaps you think this title is beneath you, or perhaps you see me as a mere stepping stone, as so many others have seen me in the past. I would advise you not to look past this title match and on to your future endeavors, Chad, because if you're not careful, your well-laid plan will crumble before it ever has the chance to take flight. After all, your little plot involves you winning the Volitionary Championship, a future that is hardly set in stone. Take care not to underestimate me, as we each did Natalie, or you might be looking at a future where two good ol' Southerners hold all the gold in True Glory Wrestling. I imagine it'll be hard to break her Southern spirit when you can't even break mine.
So try to go through me to get to her. Try your damnedest to use me as a suitable Natalie substitute. Prove your point with my old, broken down body, and win the title that's beneath you. It should be simple for you, right? After all, you spent a night in jail. There's no way I could possibly top that.
Allison snorts, displaying Kaji's and her shared disdain at Jester's...unorthodox style of preparing for his match at No Limits. Kaji glances sidelong at Allison, eyes lit up with his own amusement as the scene fades to black.
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Post by Andy on Aug 24, 2010 18:08:22 GMT -5
The Past
So I’m finally out, here are my papers. Here is my life re-shaped to be a true member of society. Fresh air, open places, it’s weird. Years of being confined, years of seeing nothing, but white walls…now I see blue sky…birds chirping, couples kissing, and tree’s recycling my breath. It’s so nice to be alive, in this world. Yet, something about me misses my familiar four walls, the comfort of knowing no one can come in and no one can get out with my knowledge. Now I am free…truly free…Maybe I am better of confined in the walls of comfort. Where my blood has stained it plenty of times from my lack of self caring. Now though, starts a new life, a new freedom, a new degree of things I can do, and a new goal…a goal, only crazy people take on…happiness through suffering.
The Present
Jester Chad Allen Violence! It’s what I know…
So Kaji you finally got back to me! AWESOME! OO man, I thought you would never speak up. Figured you were too busy trying to decipher all that coded messages I was talking about. So I fibbed a little about you…doesn’t matter fans don’t care…to me you looked like an old man…29 is the new 42! Right? Well…all right maybe I was wrong…and your kid isn’t terminally ill…but! Does she have…THE FLU! AAAH! Oo and your wife…Oo wrestling wife eh? Didn’t see that one coming at all…well! Yes, please bring her down to No Limits! I would love for her to watch us duke it out, 1 on 1 for the title Why not!? Either she will be entertained by the madness that is I, Jester Chad Allen, Or she will be happy you won! Right?! Maybe even both, but don’t count on that later part.
All right Soo…Maybe I didn’t see your full match history…I have been soo busy lately, Me and Mikey here only got PBS while I was in Jail. Not much wrestling on PBS. So, I got my cell fix…Now out, me and some of the other inmates had a good time hitting each other in the cells no worries.
Kaji, dude…living in jail the last 2 days really took me back, now I am at a prime age of 23, now 6 years younger than your old ass, I now know that you sir have a lot more history of violence then I ever thought. That’s awesome! I am too excited now for our match. I want you to make me bleed friend. Why not? I haven’t had a good bloodletting in a while.
A history of wrestling Kaji, a Heritage of stars! Well, now I am going to be shit out of luck aint I? How can I beat years of experience! Generations of wrestling put into one body. That’s exciting, now I know I was rambling about Natalie and the other talent. I didn’t want people to feel left out. Now though, I am focused a night in jail is exactly what I needed.
Kaji, I was thinking about our match. I thought what can we do to set us apart? I mean now I know who I am dealing with and all. I am sorry Kaji, I underestimated you. I admit I am at some faults. What I do for my ramblings is I take a script, I shove it into a cannon, right and then I fire that cannon out and pick up the words and make thoughts out of it. I know it’s a little un-orthodox, and well not very cost effective price of cannon balls have gone way up! but it does work for me.
Okay, So I went with the cannon technique again…I don’t know why, but I was focused this time FOCUSED! I picked up those words with extreme precision! Precision was a word I tossed in there. It’s a good one, we don’t use it enough. I am going to hurt you with the precision that a bald eagle would use to trap a trout in its grasp. I am going to grab that title like a bald eagle!
Now Kaji, I am so happy…We didn’t come out and talk about how we respect each other, and how we are doing this match out of the sake of sportsmanship, that gets old and boring. Really, it’s out dated, lucky for me you haven’t hit your expiration date yet old man ahahahahaha! OO man! Good one, I would high five myself, but then it’s a clap and not a high five. What I am excited for though Kaji, is you and I didn’t talk about how we are going to tumble around hoping that one of us gets the other one down. You came out and said bring it on JCA! Bring on the Violence. I am excited for that; because it’s about time I met a competitor that shares the same vision. On Tuesday, we aren’t going in there to say lets wrestle, we are going into that Cell to create the biggest blood bath, and to fight in till every muscle is torn, every bone broken, cartilage displaced and our bodies look like deflated balloons from all the blood leaving the body. That’s a kind of match I am looking forward to; a fight till neither one of us can move.
Now, that we are talking on this number I am thinking about how we will make history. The fact is we will re-invent this match. I think hell in the cells are the wrong match to have at an event like No Limits. Why because it does Limit Us to be confined in that cell. It ends up being so small in the long run, it limits us to that space. So thought it was odd, hey what do I know. I am happy with anything that involves me and you kicking each other’s heads in. I am thinking due to our lack of sportsmanship for each other it will be most violent thing we ever do. I think our match will go down in the books not as the most violent night of wrestling but the night violence was invented for the new age. It’s a burden we both will have to share. A burden we have to keep for the rest of our lives, the scars that we will show people for the next 40 years wishing we never stepped into the ring that night. Our burden, our gain, our own destruction all lies in tonight’s matchup.
Now, I am a little tired, a little beaten up. I admit it, the bed in jail not the most comfortable thing. I am going to get my beauty rest for tonight’s bout. I need all the energy, I can get so no excuses of sleepless night in jail, or rough bed, and all that jazz. I am so excited, I am not even sure I will get any sleep, but either way I’ll be ready! So no excuses tonight, you me we make our favorite colors red, and dine with the devil. Let our Sadistic sides roll.
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