The Way of the Fist - Element I: Ashes
You don't understand me,
and you probably never will
I got a tendency to self destruct,
and a soft spot for the filth
A hair trigger temperament,
a switchblade for a tongue
I'm a walking one-man genocide
with a black belt in corrupt
The demons in my head are a motherfucker to deal with. Especially when they keep fighting back and forth every single fucking day. But I guess that's what keeps me alive. Although my shrink tells me otherwise. But what the fuck does she know?
She can't stop staring at my cock long enough to even give me an assessment.
But I'm not going to stop her from staring, hell, when it keeps coming for you...you have to give in eventually. So that's what I did, I'm just a man after all. And she was good...real good. But that's another story. I guess the meds she attempted to prescribe were only for me to have a better sexual experience with her when the appointments came around.
But go figure, eh?
Now things are starting to develop in the saga that is my life. I'm starting to realize that I need to get back into what I've been doing for the past five years. Wrestling. And then maybe I won't have to worry about everything I touch turning to ashes.
Everything I touch turns to ashes
Falls away, it falls away
Everything I touch turns to ashes
It slips right through my hands
A circle of people standing around what appears to be a fight. Two men are throwing down and money is being thrown into the middle. People are gambling on the blood being spilled in this parking lot. Like the Gladiator games of the Roman Empire. These people are just a relentless to see blood. But unlike the Romans, these idiots tend to get involved every once in a blue moon.
For me, this is what I do. I love this shit.
I step into the circle after the last match is over and all the money is collected. I don't have to say a word before a challenger who is about four inches shorter than I am and two times smaller than I am. But I'm always prepared to show why I'm one of the best at this ever growing sport. But in my state, bare knuckle brawling isn't illegal but gambling on it...is.
The guy who is running this thing steps into the middle of both of us and then signals for us to fight. I take a deep breath and step towards my adversary. He comes at me with some vicious body punches. Each one feels like a twenty pound weight hitting me in the gut. I feel my air leave me every time he lands one. I land a few leg kicks to the man's thighs. This goes on for about ten minutes and I'm already out of breath. I thought I could take this shit. But this guy is showing me up.
Not in my house, he won't.
He rushes in looking for the body shots but this time I use a clinch and start driving my knees into his abdomen. The air is coming out of him as I deliver these shots. I let go of the clinch and he starts to stagger. I deliver a few left jabs to his face. The blood is starting to flow from underneath the man's eye. He then starts to rush in again just in a burst of adrenaline. I side step him sending him into the crowd of people who then push him back towards me. He rushes again...this time I catch him in the clinch and land a knee to this chin. This drops him to one knee.
I decide that it's time to finish this dude off. And in one fluid motion, I drive my right instep into the dude's jaw sending him into a temporary sleep induction. The crowd cheers loudly as police lights illuminate the night sky and sirens pierce through the crowd noise. Everybody but me scatters like roaches do when light is shined on them. I walk over and pick up my opponent. I stand up as the cops exit their cars.
“Stay where you are?”I stay there because I have no beef with cops.
“What happened to him?”“He got drunk and fell, I was picking him up.”Apparently he didn't believe me and well we all know what happened from there. I was arrested but I did get released. The charges were dropped eventually then from there...I came to San Diego. And the time is now.
Love me, hate me
Isolate me everyday that I'm alive
Straight up mentally unstable
You don't have to like my life
I'm a jinx, a curse, some say, "the worst"
I'm a savage, rabid beast
I've been called so many fucking things,
it doesn't affect me in the least
I've stolen, lied, been crucified but I don't regret a thing
I'm an egocentric masochist with a sadist's point of bleak
TGW, the place where I start my career.
And that start will take place this week. I take on a man named Jayzon Williams. A man who I know nothing about. But that will be the case for a few of my matches here. Oh well, I will use this as a learning experience.
Williams, I will show you why I'm the new force to be reckoned with. Why I'm the one who's name is on the tip over everyone's tongue. Who am I, you ask?
My name is “The Phoenix” Jordan Taylor and I'm TGW's next superstar.Everything I touch turns to ashes
Falls away, it falls away
Everything I touch turns to ashes
It slips right through my hands