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Post by Wade Mason on Mar 10, 2010 4:25:56 GMT -5
[Singles Match] James Dean Vs. Nikko TaDa
Limit: 2 Each Maximum First Deadline: Sunday March 14th at 11:59pm EST Final Deadline: Monday March 15th at 11:59pm EST
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Post by onitamago on Mar 13, 2010 14:56:28 GMT -5
Section one;Part Seven: The Power of Courage and Love The spawn will break free I'll prove myself to the world Strange light shines within *~*~*~*~* I woke up in my 2009 Mustang at Mission Valley mall. I glanced at my watch and it said 10:00 AM. It seemed so late and I was still having no luck on finding an apartment. I was exhausted since I barely got any sleep in my car. It was cluttered with all of my shit and my cell phone was getting ready to die on me. At least I was a free bird now and I don't have to play by the rules. My headache finally went away and the wound on my head was starting to heal. I felt dead at the moment. I was a walking zombie who was getting shot at until I realized how hungry I was. I can hear my stomach growling loud as if a lion were roaring. I haven't had a decent meal in days, just nothing but garbage food. I'm sick of eating garbage food from the food court as well as other places like that because that shit is nothing but a heart attack on a bun. Other days, I would just go hungry. I hate to admit it, I miss Shikagami's cooking. That's the only thing I miss about her. "Man... what a night..." I whispered to myself as I scratched the back of my head and stretched my limbs a little bit. As I stepped out of the car and locked it, I decided to get something to eat before checking out some stores. Many thoughts were roaming around in my head as well as I headed towards the food court. The same situation happened to me a while back when I was still with that skank, Keisha Winslow. Like Shikagami, she too was a curse. I was heading to her house, but as I headed over there, I was getting a bad vibe. Keisha and I were having relationship problems as the years went by and ever since I stayed with her. I was getting the fact that she was keeping secrets from me. What the hell? Does Keisha trust me? She knew if she told me a secret then I would go blabbing it to anyone. I was unsure whether to keep my trust towards her. I got my text back from her saying "STFU and stay out my business. You're just fucking meddling in my life so stick it." Anger grew in me when she sent me that nasty text message. Throughout the whole time we were texting, we were arguing. I began typing a text message back to her on my phone. I responded "I don't care what you say to me, douchehag. I wasn't meddling in your damn life. All I know is that you're keeping something from me and I will find out." After typing that, I sent it to her phone. That's when it all began... The last text she sent to me was a break up text message and she revealed the secret that she has been cheating on me for another guy. My heart was shattered after she kicked me out that same day. I really did love her, but she never loved me back. She just used me. I trusted her and this is how I was treated? That bitch. I came back into reality as I arrived into the food court. I really needed to get food in my stomach, but at the same time, I was starting to tense up when my thoughts were running wild. As I looked for a table, something caught my attention. It was a very attractive looking brunette who was wearing a pink halter top along with a jean skirt with lace hanging from it. She looked somewhat muscular in a way and she had hot pink knee socks with hearts on it along with some purple sketcher's shoes. She was eating a Subway sandwich and hanging with her friends at the same time. She was a fine looking lady and I just wanted to eat her up. I couldn't help but stare at her all googly eyed. The woman however did look familiar. "What are you looking at?" The black-haired woman said as she threw a pickle at me and continued eating her Burger King burger but glanced back over at me. "Stop looking at us you troll!" "Stella, that's not nice." The brunette said as she got up from her seat and then turned to face me with a smile. "Sorry about my friend. She can get a bit aggressive when people mess with her or any of us." I scoffed a little bit but at the same time, I smirked. She was smokin' hot, and I couldn't help but check out her body at the same time while she was talking to me. "Heh, no worries, baby doll. I'm not afraid of her. You know... I seem to be very attracted to you at the same time. How about we go check out some stores?" I arched one of my eyebrows as I began to mess with her. Stella stood up from her seat with fury in her eyes. From the look in her eyes, she wanted to beat the shit out of me. Her other friend who was also a brunette in the mean time, didn't want to get involved, but she was staring at me as if I were some sort of rabid dog. When Stella was going to blow up like a stick of dynamite, the long-haired brunette turned to her friend with a frown on her face. "Stella, I know you're mad but please don't get involved. I'll handle this." The brunette said. "I'm a big girl." Stella took a moment to take a deep breath and then smiled back at her. "Ok, Lina. I'll meet you at Victoria's Secret." She responded as she turned to leave along with her other friend. The brunette who went by Lina turned back to me with a frown on her face. Now why does that name sound so familiar? Shikagami did mention a Lina Perego in her diary and how annoying she was. Could this be the same Lina Perego that I'm talking to right now? She took two fingers and thumped me in the middle of the forehead. "Ow! What was that for?!" I questioned her in a straightforward matter as I rubbed my forehead "As for you, Mr. Dirtymouth. I'd be a fool to go out with you." She responded with anger. "Knowing your kind, you're a bad boy and I'm a good girl. You're just messing with me, so I know you have no interest in me. You're just practically doing this to every girl you see." She shook her head in disgust as she folded her arms. I wasn't sure how to respond to this. It's like she can see right through to me. She can sense it in my eyes. Does she know who I am? Who is she? "First off, I don't even know you and my name's not Mr. Dirtymouth, It's Nikko... Nikko TaDa. I didn't mean to offend you like that. I just wanted to have some fun." I responded as I took a step closer to her but she backed away from me with an unsure look on her face. It's like she didn't want any part of me. "Look miss... If you want me to back off, I'll back off. I... apologize for trying to pick up on you like that." Lina thought for a moment. She was still unsure about whether to believe me or not then again, I don't blame her if she doesn't believe me. I did come up to her pretty strong. She seemed pretty hard to get, but for once, I have to respect a woman's decisions. It was rare for me to show it but I want to change for the better. I have to change for the better because I want to be a better person than what Shikagami was. Lina turned back to me and sighed. "Honestly, I accept your apology, but I can't go out with you yet." Lina said in a calm voice. " I don't even know you. Maybe once we get to know each other more, then it's a maybe, but I would like to start out as friends if you're up for it. Oh by the way, if you were wondering about my name... It's Lina. Lina Perego." I thought for a moment about the whole friendship thing. I would like to be friends with her and get to know her more, but I can't trust her. Not yet. She might end up pulling out a knife to pierce my heart just like what Keisha did to me. I have to keep my defenses up. "Sure... why not...?" I responded with an unsure matter as well. She seemed like a nice girl, but how long will that last? " Now if you'll excuse me, I'm really hungry and I'm craving a Subway sandwich. After this, I have to continue hunting for an apartment since I'm currently living on the streets in my car." Lina had a confused look on her face as I started heading to Subway to order a meatball sub. As she hurried to catch up to me, I turned back with a puzzled look coming across my face. "You don't have a place to live?" She asked "It's... a long story." I responded as I turned to face her, giving her eye contact. "I'm working on finding an apartment around here but no luck so far..." "Well... we have plenty of room at our house up north in Murietta." Lina responded with a small smile. " Especially in the guest house. That place is practically empty. You are more than welcome to stay there. There's six of us staying at that house, but it doesn't hurt to have one more. Our house has a lot of room. The only downside to it is that it's out of the county and it's about an hour and fifteen minute drive from Murietta to San Diego." I thought for a moment about her offer. It would be nice to finally rest in a nice bed, take a hot shower and eat a nice homemade meal. The only problem was that it'll be burning up most of the gas in my Mustang. I finally came to a decision and turned back to her. "I would like that. I can even help with the expenses too." I answered back and then I started ordering my Subway sandwich. I will soon find that true light deep inside myself and seek the road to redemption. I sense no evil The power of love might come Light shines upon me *~*~*~*~* In a certain point of life, I believe that there is destiny. After my loss against Jessica Blake, it struck me in the head hard. The girl has more talent in the wrestling world than I thought. She had caught me off-guard in the very last second and is now moving on in the Volitionary title tournament. I may have lost my edge, but there will be a moment of time where I will bounce back. I know I will because I am a warrior. Once a warrior always a warrior. Even though the match cost me the chances of being one step closer to the Volitionary title, I will not give in. Blake, you may have won, but there's no way in hell I am not giving in to your little persuading personality, and I wouldn't have too much fun with the boss if I were you. In my eyes, it makes you as well as Mr. Mason look unprofessional. Also, I'm not one of those idiots who clings on to the past. I have moved on. Neptune's whores can go bash me as much as they like because not only I'm bouncing back but I won't let my pride and arrogance eat away at me. I can't only prove it with words, but also with action to back it up. And Taylor, you fucking strumpet. You're trying to sabotage the company. I don't blame Mr. Mason for despising you because you're nothing but a walking, talking nightmare who is corrupting everyone and everything. Get the fuck over Shelley and let him be happy for once. Go find some flesh-light to fuck if you're so desperate. Then again, I doubt you can fuck a flesh-light with a dildo. Hell, I think you make my blood boil a lot more than Mr. Mason. This week, my opponent in Animosity is James Dean. I have read stories about him that Shikagami has written as well as hearing them from her herself at the dojo. Dean, after hearing those stories, I believe that you are talented, but the only way to prove that talent is to show it this week in Animosity. I understand that you are legendary and were once acquainted with Shikagami back in eWo. From what Shikagami also told me that you and her were both bashing Shelley before a tag team match until a man named Jack Darling came to stop you both. It seems like this Darling guy is a creep, but I digress. I have also heard stories and that you and her were both fighting for Linette's love. I hate to break it to you, Dean, but Linette is with Shelley now. You're probably the type that understands unlike Emo Queen who is blind to the world. It makes me question on why you were acquainted with her back then when over the years, she only grew worse. But then again, the past is no more. What we're looking in is the future of TGW. Yes, this is your debut match and I see that you want to seek redemption as well as me. Looks we do share one thing in common, but once we get into that ring at Animosity, prove your skills to me. Give it all you've got because I won't be going soft on you. It's time to shake things up. You're not just facing any ordinary demon, you're facing a spawn of all demons. The demon spawn will arise from the eternal slumber in hell. It has slept for so long as if he were dead. Not only will that great demon will awaken from it's slumber but it will find true light within itself. As the demon seeks light, it will rise to the top and be well-known. It will reveal it's true form. That form will show what a demon really is. Unlike an angel who are well-known for beauty and grace, a demon has a ugly side in it's true form. A spawn is not like pure demons. This spawn can have a side of beauty and become pure. Once he gains his edge back then he will be on to go to find his light inside himself. There is such thing as light in our hearts and I will find mine. I'm sorry to say this, Dean but this week at Animosity, I will finally get my edge back. I will finally be spreading my wings and soar in the air, so let's rock.
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Post by kingjames on Mar 14, 2010 18:47:35 GMT -5
;I.Help, I’m Alive!I tremble, they’re gonna eat me alive If I stumble they’re gonna eat me alive Can you hear my heart beating like a hammer? Beating like a hammer
The night has fallen, an eery feeling has overcome this old ratty house. The rain smashing against the old, broken shutters. The wind blowing the screen door back and forth, slamming continuously against the door. The once bright blue paint is now dirt covered and pealing. Only candles light the inside and a shadow is pacing back and forth across the window. The torn screen has gone so long without replacement that it makes it almost impossible to see inside completely. Suddenly the shadow stops in it’s tracks and loud bangs can be heard through the storm outside. The window is smashed by a chair which was flung at it from the inside. The legs catching the frame forcing it to hang halfway in and halfway out of the old house. The rain begins to fall inside of the house, which is now visible through the shattered window. The man inside is now on his knee’s, his head against the floor banging against it ever so often. His fists are clenched, a photo crunched up in once of the hands, bangs on the floor. It almost sounds as if he is laughing. The hardwood floors are unkept, the furniture old and torn, the television is on but there is no reception and it has a huge crack in the screen. It appears to be have put there from someone’s foot. He stands up and pulls out a lighter from his pocket, igniting a flame and staring into it. The light from the flame exposes his face from the darkness, it’s James Dean, he brings the picture up to the flame and begins to burn the photo. It’s a picture of Xaria and himself from all the way back in LWA. He looks so happy in the picture, he has his arm around her, she had just won the LWA Undisputed Title and he was congratulating her. It is well documented that this was one of the last times they were really close. eWo brought the death of not only a growing friendship but a blossoming love. The flame engulfs the entire photo almost reaching his hand so he lets it slowly drift to the floor landing in a puddle from the rain and slowly burning out. Help, I’m alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer Hard to be soft, tough to be tender Come take my pulse, the pace is on a runaway train
The years have not been good for James and the Brockville Institute clearly did not help him. He walks over to the ripped up couch and picks up his jacket, throwing it on and walking out the door into the rain. He reaches the bottom of the steps and looks both ways before heading west. It was about three in the morning yet he was walking like he was a man on a mission, like he knew where he was going. The truth? The truth is that James didn’t know much about anything lately. With the prescription drugs, a stint in the mental institute and just recently being diagnosed with Bipolar disorder there was too much on his mind. He was released prior too finding out where on the bipolar spectrum he fell so doctors didn’t even know if they were filling out the right prescription. That’s how it went though. Once a celebrity with LWA and eWo James was now a mere criminal in their minds, a goon with a disease they didn’t care about fixing. The rain begins to ease up a bit as James makes his way up and down the streets of San Diego. He comes to a complete stop and glares down the street at a figure. The figure is a man in a trench coat, long black hair and a skinny build. James has been drinking all night even though he was taking his medication so the figure was all blurry to him yet he began to walk towards it. With every step however the figure would take one of its own. James grew frustrated and began running towards it but it also began to run down the street. The street was coming up to a dead end but the figure sharply turns and dashes into an alleyway. James tries to take the same sharp turn but ends up losing balance and slamming into a couple of garbage cans and bags at the corner of the alleyway, sending him directly into the pile. He desperately tries to get out of the pile of garbage and after a while is successful, rolling out and springing back to his feet James continues to run. The alleyway is dark and rats scatter the moment James enters. There’s no one there. James walks all the way to the end of the alley and comes up to a tall brick wall. There’s no way anyone could have jumped over that. He starts back down to the street with caution, stopping every once in a while to check behind the odd dumpster or bin. He’s almost out of the alley when he hears a noise behind him so he spins around. There in the middle of the walkway stands the figure, head hanging with hair blocking his face, a big trench coat covering everything else. James takes a step towards it but it steps back. He stops and just stares at the figure. Butterflies begins to fill his stomach, the hair on his body stands on their ends despite the rain and he turns pale as the figure raises his head. A noose is wrapped around it’s neck, the skin pale blue and the eyes black with heavy bags. James falls to his knees in tears, “Anthony...” he lets out in a whisper staring up at the figure. He begins to crawl towards the man but the moment James looks back up the figure was gone. It vanished into thin air. James‘ body tenses up and he begins to scramble through his pocket trying to find his medicine. He finds it and quickly pops a couple pills dropping just as many on the wet concrete floor below him. He closes the container and beings to bolt back to his house. There was no way in his mind that he could have been hallucinating, one of the symptoms of Bipolar disease. With his whole world falling around him how will he be able to handle being back in the game? How will he be able to handle having Xaria this close? Help, I’m alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer Beating like a hammer, beating like a hammer Beating like a hammer They should have never let me out. That’s exactly what this bitch is going to be screaming after I’m done with her at Animosity. What’s wrong, nikki? You don’t mind if I call you nikki, do you? Did you seriously think that coming out here and telling me ‘to bring my a game’ and other cliche sayings would save you any punishment? The moment you came out and said the word ‘destiny’ you were fucked. You see, I once went around town talking about destiny and that my time was now and all that bullshit. I was wrong. As are you.
Destiny is a strong word and has no place in this world, sorry to break it to you. Destiny won’t stop my foot from coming slamming down onto your head when you lay on the mat motionless and helpless. Destiny won’t stop me from coming down to the ring. Destiny won’t save you from what’s coming. Got it? So do yourself a favor and get rid of that fucking word from your vocabulary.
The truth.
That’s a word that you can replace destiny with. Why? Because as the old saying goes nikki - the truth will set you free. It will set you free from this fucked up ‘reality’ that you’re living in. Thinking you know someone because you’ve heard stories. Tisk, tisk, tisk... You don’t know me. Kaori didn’t know me. Xaria doesn’t even fucking know the King. You can go back and listen and read all the stories you want but the fact - the truth - is that you really don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. TGW as a fucking whole doesn’t know what they’re getting themselves into.
The truth is that yeah I did try to get Xaria. I did know Kaori. Did I like either one of them? No. That’s the truth. One of them is the reason for my pain and the other was her little ugly sidekick that just tagged along for the fucking ride. An insignificant blimp on the huge eWo radar, but you’re right, the past is that past nikki. So why bring it up? Did you think that bringing up old stories that it would distract me? That it would give you some kind of advantage? Once again, you’d be wrong. Not only did making that rookie mistake not give you an edge but it guaranteed your burial. If there’s one thing that I hate the most about coming to a new place it’s people like you coming up to me and calling me legendary because they’ve heard stories. You’ll learn that the hard way at Animosity.
It’ll be biblical.
That’s how it goes though, that’s why living this life is dangerous. You never know what you’re getting. On any giving night you can walk into that ring and be face with a challenge like this. You’ll come into work one day, walk up to the list of matches and be taken back.
They threw you to the wolves.
That’s when you have to walk back to your locker room take a deep breathe and go face to face with the truth, that you’ve lived your whole career chasing a bullshit destiny and now not only is that coming to an instant halt but you’re going to be hit head on by the train that stopped it.
I digress. Enough about you and your poor choice of words. Let’s get onto the fun part, shall we? Let’s talk about what I bring to the table. What you’re going to be coming up against at the show. In eWo, nikki, my mind was clouded. I was blinded by other things in life and couldn’t concentrate on the important things like my career. Did I enjoy some success there? Sure but I could have reaches heights that even God himself would have had to be impressed with. If it weren’t for family problems and personal issues I would have conquered that fucking organization.
I would have taken over.
Some of the matches that I took part in were epic. I put up some of the biggest matches of my career in eWo and have some gold to show for it. Why? How? Even after I say that I was clouded how did I accomplish this you ask? Simple. I’m raw. It doesn’t matter who the opponent is - from Legend to a Brad Goodman - I am a demon in that ring. The moment my music hits and I emerge from backstage I’m a new man. A meaner man. So full of rage that no one can stop me. Even if I’m beat you’re going home wishing - praying - that you never have to step into a ring with me again.
I’m a fucking lion.
This is my kingdom.
You’re just the dumb helpless zebra that just walked up to the wrong fucking water hole. Nikki, and everyone else in TGW, this match will be a showing. I will show you all just a taste of how sharp my teeth are. At Animosity everything comes into focus. You will all see who and what the King is. It’s now time to finally shake the shit off and sit in my throne. There’s no more distractions.
There’s just me.
All of you.
And my rightful place at the top.end.
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Post by onitamago on Mar 15, 2010 0:12:55 GMT -5
Section One;Chapter Eight: A New Living There is destiny Destiny and Justice rule I will be the one *~*~*~*~* I finally arrived at Lina's place up north in Murietta. When I finally drove up the mountain to the house, I was shocked. The guest house was almost as big as the house itself, and the house was huge. She wasn't joking about having a lot of room. Compared to Shikagami's dinky apartment, this was fifty times better. She had a huge driveway where a few cars were parked there and there was a beautiful fountain in front of the house along with beautiful flowers decorated all around. She and her friends were living in one of those million dollar homes that was out in the country area of Murietta with a beautiful view. It was a lot colder here than it was back in San Diego since we were up in the mountains. I was amazed by everything because it was like living in a mansion. When we finally got out of our cars, I couldn't help but look around. Everything looked so flawless. I don't know how she and her friends can afford a house like this, but I was in heaven. "Well... this is the place." Lina smiled as she started heading to the door. "The door's open so you can go in." She turned to enter the house. I was slightly nervous on how her friends will react towards me, but then I decided to enter and then closed the door. As soon as I entered, a man with dark blonde hair and brown eyes and he was holding a deck of cards in his hand as he gave Lina a hug. Who the hell was this guy? Her boyfriend? I couldn't believe that because from what Lina told me, she was single. I also noticed that two other friends weren't here, but from what Lina told me, she said they were working late tonight. "I'm so happy to see you too, Santiago." Lina smiled as she gave the strange guy a hug back and then turned to me. "Nikko, this is Santiago, my step-brother and Santiago, this is Mr. TaDa" Once she said that, I was relieved. He was only her step-brother. Santiago examined me for a moment and then a smile came across his face. I was a bit unsure about this guy but in the end, I just shrugged. He held out his hand for a shaking. "Nice to meet you, Mr. TaDa." He said as we shook hands until his deck of cards dropped on the floor. "Oh shit, my poker cards." "You can just call me Nikko..." I responded as I helped him pick up the deck of cards. "I take it you play poker, huh?" Santiago looked up at me and smiled. It seems we have another poker player in the household. I remember playing poker or blackjack during my teen years and winning for the most part. The key to playing poker was having a poker face first and foremost. For the most part, I would play against rookie to intermediate players. As Santiago finished picking up the cards, he began shuffling the deck. "Of course I play poker because I'm the poker king." Santiago laughed while Lina just shook her head with a "Hoo Boy" look on her face and sighed. "Santiago, every time you play poker, you end up losing all of your money." Lina responded. Once she said that, I couldn't help but chuckle about that. Lina folded her arms over. "I would quit gambling if I were you." Stella rose up from her chair in the living room and then walked over towards the door. She shook her head as she took the deck of cards from Santiago. In her eyes, she just wanted to smack him upside the head. "No more gambling." She said as she placed the deck of cards in her pants pocket. "It's poisoning your mind." "Yeah, brother." Lina added in with a frown on her face. Santiago grumbled and then he and Stella headed towards the kitchen where one of her other friends was starting to prep. Lina turned back to me and smiled. "Don't be shy, make yourself a home." She said as she gently took my hand to show me around the house. I couldn't help but turn red a little bit once she took my hand. Her hand was warm, but then I shook it off when she showed me everyone's room. I was trying to keep a straightforward face. Everyone's room was so big as I looked inside, and it was all nicely decorated. I couldn't help but stare in awe. This was definitely a nice house. She even showed me the big garage where two cars can fit in there. It was a double door garage. One car was parked in there while there was still room for another car. The car Lina was driving was parked in there. She was driving a 2010 white Corolla. Lina looked at me with a puzzled look coming across her face. "Are you ok?" She asked as she let go of my hand. "Yeah... Sorry, I'm just loving this house. It's so big. I don't know how you guys can afford a house like this, but I like it." I said with a weak smile coming across my face which was a rare thing for me. Lina couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. "Well... It's a long story." She responded as she walked back inside the house, signaling me to follow her. Once I entered, I began to smell food cooking. I enjoy smelling homemade cooking. Hell, it smelled a lot better than Shikagami's cooking, and I enjoyed her cooking when I was still living with her. When I entered the kitchen, I saw Lina's other friend, who went by Mikki, cooking over a strange looking stove. I also saw Stella and Santiago chatting over various things. As I examined the stove, it didn't have any flames or gas of some sort. It looked like an electric stove which was very odd. I've never seen an electric stove in my life. Mikki looked at me with a small smile coming across her face. She was adding another ingredient into the frying pan and mixing it in. "Dinner won't be ready for awhile." She said as she continued to mix the ingredients together in the frying pan. I began to wonder what she was cooking because it smelled divine. "What are you cooking right now?" I asked her and then looked back at Lina with wonderment. "For now, I'm cooking risotto." Mikki answered as she tossed the ingredients of the risotto around. "These are just the appetizers I'm cooking up and then I'm moving on to cooking the main course. Dinner will take awhile because I'm not used to cooking on a stove like this." She began to chuckle a little bit as she went back to focusing on her risotto. I can tell someone has been watching too much Hell's Kitchen. Lina started to chuckle as she turned back to me with a smile and then took a seat at a small table near the cooking area in the kitchen. My blood began pumping as I sat across from her, but I also couldn't help but stay focused on the smell of Mikki's cooking. I couldn't help it since the fact I haven't had a decent homemade meal in about a week or so. My mind was also clouded with thoughts as if a rain cloud was blocking the sun in my head. I was getting a fuzzy feeling but why? I couldn't trust Lina yet. Unless she was really the right one, then it's a definite maybe. For now, I tried to shake it off and get over it. All I know is, she might be another Keisha or another Shikagami. As I was lost in thought, Lina seemed puzzled as she looked at me. "Nikko?" She questioned me as she looked into my dark brown eyes. I turned back to her with more of a straightforward look. "I'm fine, really." I answered as I got up from my seat and then walked over towards the living room. I was fine and I won't go down that same road Shikagami was on. Hell no. Shikagami was just as stupid as my parents were. I shook my head as I made some room on the floor and began doing some push-ups, but I was feeling right at home already. Seek the destiny Seek it deep within yourself Don't let the light fade *~*~*~*~*~* Dean... your words amuse me. You say that this this is your kingdom? It's more like a kingdom that's poorly built and will fall into ruins. You see Dean, I may be the new kid on the block and I may not know as much shit, but you just threw yourself in the fiery pits of hell where your people turn against you and overthrow you from your precious thrown. King? Yeah, here's your crown. He gave the middle finger to the camera and smirked. You just fucked yourself over, Dean. Realize this, once we get into that ring and the bell goes off, I will show no remorse towards you. I will show you who has the real skills here. Boo hoo that you lost Linette out to Shelley go cry me a river all you like because the past has been put to a damn rest. I tried to be nice, but you just got fucked over, Mr. King of the flesh-lights. As for calling me Nikki? Yeah, try pronouncing my name right next time, King of Bakas. Once I am through with you in Animosity, we'll see who will be running home and crying like the bitch king he is already. Destiny and justice will rule that ring. I will be the new destiny. This spawn will spread his wings and fly. He was once known as 'Kira'. He had once seeked fresh blood of the innocent. It's time that he arises from the depths of hell and seek the purest of hearts. The purest of hearts will also seek to bring back justice. He feels that warm beating in his heart, but he doesn't know what this warm light is. He will climb out of that hole that he buried himself into. The spawn will rise from eternal rest. Destiny lies within us. I will be that spawn who finally rises from his eternal slumber. It's time to bring the future up another level. You say you're a king but you act more like a crack head who doesn't know who just got himself into. Yeah, you were once at a high point in life but that's no more. You never liked Shikagami or Linette but from what I see, you still have feelings for Linette. You say that your thoughts were clouded back in eWo? Well listen here, this is not eWo. Your legacy of being legendary is dead. Once it's dead, it will always be dead. If I were you, I would go back to the mental institute where you came from and stay there. Obviously, you're not fully recovered yet and is still fucked up in the head. You just can't admit that you're clinging on to Linette and is still head over heels in love with her. You can't even face the truth itself. At Animosity, I will show you that I am no ordinary rookie. I am an advanced rookie. When I pin you and the 1-2-3 counts, you will be the one known as helpless and be the one put to an eternal rest. Welcome to the depths of hell, king bitch. What you are facing is the one and only Oni Tamago.
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Post by kingjames on Mar 16, 2010 19:20:42 GMT -5
;II.Help, I’m Alive!“Hello?” James is standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom just staring into it like it’s a window. He’s not looking at himself, but past himself. He’s wearing a dirty white wife-beater, he’s un shaven and clearly un-bathed. There’s a huge crack in the mirror where James punched once before. He reaches up and touches his reflection snapping out of his trance and looking at himself now. He looks completely out of it, mindless even, with his head cranking to either side in confusion. It’s so silent. He brings his hand down and turns the tap water on, a cockroach falls out of the facet and scampers away before actual water begins to fall. He makes a bowl with his hands allowing water to fill up in them and overflow down the sides just staring at it. After a few moments he picks the water up and throws it against his face. The liquid splashes everywhere, his chest, arms and mostly the floor. He smiles. It’s almost as if this has awakened something inside him. He turns to walk away then it happens. Panic. “Hello?” He spins around, both hands clutch the sink and he begins searching within the mirror for whoever said that. Sweat begins to pile up on his forehead. His eyes are darting back and forth in his head, his bones shaking to their very core and he’s mumbling something under his breath. That’s when his skin started to turn pale. His eyes turning from blue to brown, his pale skin slowly turning blue… James brings his hands up and begins to rub his eyes frantically, splashing more water on his face. With his eyes squeezed shut he begins to mumble even louder. He opens his eyes and raises his head to face the mirror but it’s not his reflection he see’s. It’s Anthony Booth’s. James takes a few steps back in fear. He doesn’t know what to make of it. Should he talk to him? Should he run? “Anthony…” He says in a low voice. He takes a step forward and examines the reflection. The noose is still around Booth’s neck, his skin even more pale then the night before, dry blood surrounds his mouth and nose. James brings his hand up and tries to touch his face to see if it’s real but hits the mirror. He looks down at his hand and pulls out his pills taking a couple out but not putting them in his mouth. It’s as if he realizes that this is too weird to be true but his mind won’t let him see the truth in the situation. “What should I do? You left me when I fucking needed you the most…” he says in a louder tone. There’s no reply. James grabs the sides of the mirror and rips it off the bathroom wall swinging it around and holding it high in the air. “Why won’t you fucking talk!” He shouts at the mirror. He begins shaking almost dropping the mirror a couple of times. He brings the mirror down, almost to his waist and begins nodding in approval. He smiles sadistically. “It’s all Xaria’s fault, you’re right,” he says in laughter, “I won’t let her get away with this… not this time.” James then picks up the mirror over his head and brings is smashing down onto the bathroom floor shattering it. Through the reflection on one of the pieces of the mirror James can be seen looking down sadistically breathing heavily. …. Wow. Seriously, who the fuck do you think you are? Other than destiny, seeing how you mentioned that half a dozen times. I really don’t think you know what you just did to yourself. In fact I don’t think you even knew what you were saying. You just saw my promo, shit bricks because I killed it and came out here spewing anger fueled words. It’s pathetic. I’m not some pushover, I’m the fucking King and you will have to do WAY more than just come out here night in and night out mentioning Linette. YOU are the one that kept mentioning my past shithead. Did you not listen to anything I said or are you just that retarded? I said that the past is the past. I said that this time around I don’t have that shit to worry about. Why did I mention those things? I did because you chose to come out here and scream about them - idiot.
So why would you tell me to stop talking about it after you brought it up?
I’ll let that ponder in that puny mind of yours for a little bit.
I could probably sit here all fucking night and list things off one by one that you fucked up on. Things like the one I just mentioned but I, unlike you, have a life outside of the ring and have shit to do. So I’m just going to cut to the chase. Nikki, I’m going to hurt you. There it is. It’s that plain and simple, that white and black. I should just leave it at that and go home. Anything else I add to it might just make your head explode.
I’d be doing TGW a favor though.
You see, Nikki, you’re a fucking joke. Got it? You came out here and tried your best to make me look like half the man I actually am but you failed. You came out here and tried to defeat me with mere thoughts but you failed. See the trend? It’s you failing. You attempted to reverse my nickname on me in almost every generic way possible. You even called me ‘king bitch’. Ha, I think a fifth grader could come up with a better dis then that. Well… he’d be more threatening then a, clearly gay, poser like you. You couldn’t come up with anything better than that? You could have at least brought up something a little more believable. Hit me where it hurts, ya know? You are a ‘demon’ after all.
You come from hell, don’t you?
Or you’re sending me to hell? One of the two. Either way it’s a little hard to believe. First and foremost because this is a little thing I like to call ‘reality’. And in reality you are not ‘rising from your eternal slumber’… you’re not sending me to hell… and you’re most definitely NOT winning this match. Hell I’m surprised you’ve lasted this long. I’m surprised you haven’t run home with your tail tucked between your legs yet. Then again, running might damage that perfectly done up faggot hair do you have going on. You look like an Asian David Bowe.
How am I supposed to be scared of David Bowe?
I can’t be. I don’t think anyone can be. Sorry bro. What I can do though is beat the life out of him. That’s exactly what this has led to. You’ve dug yourself a grave. Hell, at least you’ll actually get to rise from somewhere, huh? I am now just going to go all out on you. Even if you’re laying on the fucking mat not breathing – I’m still going to stop on your skull. Last time I came out here I told everyone that I was going to give them a little taste of what I’m capable of. That just won’t do now.
You disrespect me.
I destroy you.
That’s how things were done last time I was fighting and clearly that’s how things are going to have to be here in TGW. Fuck the metaphors. Fuck the fancy talk. Fuck trying to impress people with my words. You lost that chance after you spoke again. You need someone to shut you up and I’ll gladly be that person. I’m coming down to that ring not only to win but with the intent to injure. That’s right. The owners of TGW – whoever the fuck it is now – should skip a step and call the cops to be sitting at ringside. Why? This isn’t going to be a fight.
It’s going to be assault.
Attempted murder.end.
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