Post by jimbobdudley on Mar 5, 2007 16:21:13 GMT -5
The lower suburbs of the city always seem to fail and shine in the hot afternoon sun. The dark, closed ally's to all life are mere shadows in the suns rays. The streets are crowded with tattered market stalls with ripped cloth roofs owned by desperate owners trying to make something sort of a profit. Shops with weak planks of wood covering the smashed panes of glass remain shut to public. The shops seem to represent most of the people on the streets, closed off to the world. Expressionless, dull looking and not expecting to make any contact with another ordinary human being. Enter the Possessed Child. Our Child simply walks amongst the souless people, passing the occasional glance at a person walking past him. He is in his usual gear, black shirt, long leather jacket and the well known sleak black walking stick, which is in his right hand being spun gentely. He turns at stares a door with numerous stratches and graffiti on it. He looks up and down at the damage before opening it, complete with it squeaking, and walking gracefully. Above the door it says 'Uncle Jim's Gym'
Inside the building the Child has found the lockers and changing and smashed open his way into one. At the other end of the rooms is a gang of five teenagers. They seem to be hiding from the dull streets outside. They see the Possessed Child and instantly see a easy chance for some fun.
Boy 1: Yo' mate, you a druggie or something?
The Possessed Child just ignores and carries on to place his stuff in the locker.
Boy 1: Yeah, I'll have your crack if yer' sellin'.
The Child glances a look at the boy before shaking his head and walking into the work-out area. He does some stretches and attempts to clear his head.
New Breed Tourmanent...Dane Christian...Okish Guy...You know you have a chance...Still got to prove yourself though...
He makes his way over to the weight lifting equipment, lays on the machine and begins lift. His eyes close tight shut as he begins to lift.
First win in the bag...Two Main Events...Now in the Tourmanent...Yet to get back at Horror for that Draw...No, forget him...Focus on the...
The Child reopens his eyes to see three of the teenagers leaning on the weights, smiling over him.
Boy 2: Hard work for you, is it?
Possessed Child pushes up on the weights, throwing off the three lads. Suprised by the sudden force, they continue in their quest.
Boy 3: Think your tough then, do yer? Workin' out. Man, if you think your tough, hit me then.
Possessed Child considers wether to work out on another machine but decides its best to leave, heading back to the cloakroom.
Boy 2: Oh mate, you want none of us. Look, he's pussining out!
Boy 1: Who's tough boy now?
The Possessed Child stands still at the door, he glances at the other two members who still remain at the bench where he first saw them. He continues to walk to the locker, the three boys still behind him. He smashes up the locker with brute force and swiftly brings out his leather coat. He reaches into his coat and feels around for something. He then slowely brings out his second choice to the walking stick. Concealing in a self made pocket inside his coat, next to the stick, a plack of wood with barbed wire wrapped around it. He brings it into view and points it dangerously at the three boys, who back off with uncertainty.
I do not like trying to make myself look hard and tough beating up those I know I can beat. You three are mere pests to me. I can bring bigger men than you smashing to the mat and can make them lay motionless for at least three seconds for my pin fall. Remember these three words, The Possessed Child in the WFWF. It may not be anything now, but in the future I did not unleash my anger on you.
He continues to point the barbed wire at the boys, before slipping it back into his coat. He reaches into his locker and retrives the rest of his stuff before leaving the street, the door slamming shut behind.
Now, Dane Christian. The New Breed Tormanent is possibly the biggest event me, you or anybody else in the same boat as us will ever be in. For some, it will the closest to get to the main show. You recognise this story to the one you debuted with. I do not need to beat up those up who cross my path. Of course, Bikers mean more when they look for a fight than a bunch of bored teenagers. Then again, The Possessed Child is more focused onto this match than anything else. Anybody who crosses my path will be pushed aside with the slightest of ease. The Child expects a fight, Dane. I know you won't just be a simple pushother. I can expect a good fight, but Dane. Your first match in the WFWF. You lose and you could be attempting to get as near to sucess for another good year. Its a lot to live up to, but thats live. It's never simple, it's never easy.
Inside the building the Child has found the lockers and changing and smashed open his way into one. At the other end of the rooms is a gang of five teenagers. They seem to be hiding from the dull streets outside. They see the Possessed Child and instantly see a easy chance for some fun.
Boy 1: Yo' mate, you a druggie or something?
The Possessed Child just ignores and carries on to place his stuff in the locker.
Boy 1: Yeah, I'll have your crack if yer' sellin'.
The Child glances a look at the boy before shaking his head and walking into the work-out area. He does some stretches and attempts to clear his head.
New Breed Tourmanent...Dane Christian...Okish Guy...You know you have a chance...Still got to prove yourself though...
He makes his way over to the weight lifting equipment, lays on the machine and begins lift. His eyes close tight shut as he begins to lift.
First win in the bag...Two Main Events...Now in the Tourmanent...Yet to get back at Horror for that Draw...No, forget him...Focus on the...
The Child reopens his eyes to see three of the teenagers leaning on the weights, smiling over him.
Boy 2: Hard work for you, is it?
Possessed Child pushes up on the weights, throwing off the three lads. Suprised by the sudden force, they continue in their quest.
Boy 3: Think your tough then, do yer? Workin' out. Man, if you think your tough, hit me then.
Possessed Child considers wether to work out on another machine but decides its best to leave, heading back to the cloakroom.
Boy 2: Oh mate, you want none of us. Look, he's pussining out!
Boy 1: Who's tough boy now?
The Possessed Child stands still at the door, he glances at the other two members who still remain at the bench where he first saw them. He continues to walk to the locker, the three boys still behind him. He smashes up the locker with brute force and swiftly brings out his leather coat. He reaches into his coat and feels around for something. He then slowely brings out his second choice to the walking stick. Concealing in a self made pocket inside his coat, next to the stick, a plack of wood with barbed wire wrapped around it. He brings it into view and points it dangerously at the three boys, who back off with uncertainty.
I do not like trying to make myself look hard and tough beating up those I know I can beat. You three are mere pests to me. I can bring bigger men than you smashing to the mat and can make them lay motionless for at least three seconds for my pin fall. Remember these three words, The Possessed Child in the WFWF. It may not be anything now, but in the future I did not unleash my anger on you.
He continues to point the barbed wire at the boys, before slipping it back into his coat. He reaches into his locker and retrives the rest of his stuff before leaving the street, the door slamming shut behind.
-------/~~\-------
Now, Dane Christian. The New Breed Tormanent is possibly the biggest event me, you or anybody else in the same boat as us will ever be in. For some, it will the closest to get to the main show. You recognise this story to the one you debuted with. I do not need to beat up those up who cross my path. Of course, Bikers mean more when they look for a fight than a bunch of bored teenagers. Then again, The Possessed Child is more focused onto this match than anything else. Anybody who crosses my path will be pushed aside with the slightest of ease. The Child expects a fight, Dane. I know you won't just be a simple pushother. I can expect a good fight, but Dane. Your first match in the WFWF. You lose and you could be attempting to get as near to sucess for another good year. Its a lot to live up to, but thats live. It's never simple, it's never easy.
