Post by zombiesx on Dec 14, 2007 8:18:18 GMT -5
This man can brag all he wants about his career, but when it comes down to it he has done nothing. He has not yet been a belt holder, a king of the ring, or a winner. Outside he brags about wrestling, but inside it tears him apart, knowing that 10 wins is all that he has had. With in them he won one belt, sadly he did not deserve it.
Everyone must know that it was something that was never meant to be, something that he should not have won. But then one day he fought for the belt, and out of no where he got the three count. This was not a bad thing to him, but the length of time he held it told it all, he lost it at first defense. Which is what made him doubt about this so called title hold, he chooses to think on the inside he is the best, but that shows that he has done nothing.
He fought Obo once, and what did it get him? He had his ass kicked, and then tossed away in the first match, and the second he was just destroyed. Recently he has found that he is not much, is he dried up he asks him self. He lost to a person, who had never steeped in the ring once.
Yohan had not just done that but really hit him outside the wrestling business, counting more doubts than what he had before. He really thinks he can’t go on like this, and then he was slapped in the face by reality. Showing him that this is all his fault, he can be in control of what ever he wants. Turns out he was not man enough to stand up and take it, he could do anything, but he did not.
He has trust in love again, but even wonders about it everyday, and every night. He has been truly getting more extreme lately, and really unbearable in every day life, smoking more each day. He has trusted in this to calm his nerves, and also he has a close eye on his new girlfriend Amber. He wants to make sure it is not like his last relation ship, and make sure he can continue one.
Jake sits down pondering this all, sucking it all in alone with a bottle of beer in his hand. He sits in a recliner, and just thinks about what he has done in wrestling. With nothing really to think of that has been good, hell even in his on life these shadows walk. His body he abuses everyday with the cigarettes, and now drinking.
He wishes life was a song about ice cream, and happiness. But he knows life bitch slaps you every single ing time that you are happy, and then kicks you in the balls. He is building life and rising farther up after his loses. Though this man can never say he has been a nice man his whole life.
He has done all the drugs, and popped every pill out there. But the fact remains, life is a bitch and then you die. He busts his ass in and out of work, and says to himself still ,over and over again, that he will make it bigger. He will make it to the top no matter what, and he will make the others know.
He will make the others know, that these scars all will cut them open, and smash them like the bug on the wall. Jake had it all planed out, the beautiful wife, and the kids, living in paradise and being a perfect dad. That was along time ago, before he made it to the real world and found that his wife would be a whore sleeping around with other men, and his kids would be dropped out of school junkies. Also the nice guy he pictured himself to be in life, is this drunken man who relies on smoking and drinking to get him threw life.
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Awakening, with light shining from the ceiling, and brushing the deep sleep away. Jake lays in his bed, looking up at the light on the ceiling, which is on. The light does not actually hurt, but it still bothers the eyes, from which he was in the dark so long, he had really not remembered light. Sleeping his body, in the darkness of his life, something he has been in for the longest time.
He never questioned this place, he felt he could adapt to it and have no problems, though he knew it was impossible. He has saw so much gruesome martial, herd so many things that followed evil, and really the light blinds him. Like a vampire, not able to be in the light, as it will burn his flesh. He sees the blue dots taunting him and moving around, as he moves his head, and rolls out of this bed, of which his body has been in all night.
He made his way into the bathroom, looking in the mirror at his own reflection, but seeing he what he has saw so many times before. The normal person could see a man, a man who is different, and people fear different, people fear what they don’t understand. He does not fully understand the image, it is the most complex thing he has seen in this life , scars and scrapes, bruises and cuts. He has took enough abuse for his life some would say, but he does not think so, he thinks that this is only the start of what is to come.
People everywhere ask is wrestling real, these cuts... these scars, all of them each and everyone spites in the liars face that says wrestling is fake. Every time he has been beat in the ring, and left for death with blood pouring from his body, he has knew that it was real. Every time he has been hit in the face, and slammed on a death bed, or thrown into the turnbuckle. He knows it’s all real, all though drugs can ease the pain, it cant make him know wrestling is fake.
The people need a reality check, saying what they do not understand, throw them in and let reality bitch slap them. Signed for another house show, which in other words is called lowest place in the wrestling world, showing few people know you, and the ones who do really don’t care. He has to face this man, known as Trace Demon a man who has never embraced the sickness inside, and will have to release it in this match, which is a hardcore standard. This match, tears open the rule book, and lights it on fire.
Jake has been in many types of hardcore matches, but seems to really not suck the blood from them as he would in a death match. Hardcore matches, tell him that he needs to beat the hell out of the challenger with what ever he can find, being a chair or a barbed wire bat. But when you enter the realm where he loves, the realm where he has grown into known as the death match that is when it is time for business. Standard’s are set, standards are set low in these matches, ranging from barbed wire ropes, to exploding cages.
These matches, they all place one thing or another that one guy in the match deals with, in his match with Jay Mayhem he was placed under razor blade boards. Razors where the object that Jake thrived on, slitting his wrist over everyday life, and all the time alone with nothing to look forward to. Emotionally unstable, and uncaring about his very on well being he went into this war, and slammed the man down with a hard hit, followed by a pin. Trying not to fress up again, he will be in the match with Trace, trying to hold out this fight and grab a win for his well being.
Looking still in the mirror he lets out a sick smile and then looks down at what is a magazine, on top of it is a ton of razors that are placed resting it seems, and untouched as he stares at them with these eyes of insane searching for his peace, hie life, and his reality. All seem new, not at all rusted as they grace this cover of a Dish Network magazine, which has tin man on the front. Not wanting to watch a man who has his zipper undone all the time, and having to zip it up is not what he wants to see, one of the most stupid shows ever put out with a man having a zipper in his head. And what the are the finals about, a god damn woman looking for a ing Homo.
Looking in disgust he pulls up this trash, and throws it to the side sending razors falling on the ground, off of the cover and all over the bath room floor. The book landed inside the bath tub, that Jake looks on at as he pulls on a shirt, and turns walking out of the room. He re enters the bed room, that he then left as soon as walking into and went into the living room, and looking across the room he sees this girl, his on personal whore. She looks so innocent, and well Jake is with her for that, looking he sees a girl using him but he likes it that way with her, he wants to be used here.
He really loves her though, he does not express it a lot he would take on the world for her, and feels that she does not realize it. His mind, is what stands in the way snapping a lot which he is starting to try to control, to try not to mess up his on life, or those who are around him he wants to live! He wants to not just do that, he wants to live with her and have a nice long life, her body so beautiful, with the face gracing having blue eyes, that drowned him in the deep sea of them. Her blonde hair, he wants to wrap around his on neck and let it chock him to death, hanging from this strand of deep love.
He has took everything in himself, to love her and take care of her, not wanting another bad relationship to come his way. With his heart open, and flowing out love into her he continues to live this life, that seems to be a crazed chance of his life being cut short by the death matches, and hell even the hardcore matches can make this life shorter. But he knows outside the ring he will be with her, and the two together can hold on to this wild spinning tilt a whirl of life, and keep each other close in the heart, no matter how far they are apart. She comes with him to every show, as his ex did until the tragic brake up, which really was not that tragic.
Amber-“ Hey, Jake.”
Jake-“ Hey....”
Amber-“ Glad to see you awake.”
Jake-“ Yeah, glad to see you here.”
Amber-“ Ahhhhhh.”
Jake-“ I love you.”
Jake let that out of his system with the truth, and hopes for the same as if it will give him comfort, as he feels it gives her comfort in her life, but the fact is he needs it more. He does not want to admit it but he is the one on the line each week in a hard fighting war, that grows all the time. New people come into the federation, it seems that a new face is in every week, and Jake has fought some, but now fighting in a hardcore match with someone he has seen in the past, someone who he has studied Jake is just thinking on that.
Amber-“ I love you to.”
Feeling relief at the words, as she then steeped up, and kissed Jake on the lips. Moving back from this peck.
Amber-“ I am going out, to get some food......So I will be back soon.”
Jake-“ Well be careful, I am going out as well.”
Amber-“ Ok Jake.”
Amber walked out the door, as she is going to her car and becoming ready to leave this place, Jake is still standing in the house watching through the glass, at her beauty driving off. He loved the kiss, and loves the way she gave it, he did not have anywhere to go, so why did he say he did? Truth is he did not know what to say, as he knew he was staying at home, he then walked away to the kitchen and is looking out the back window of his trailer, at a big back porch which is green and scrapped. He enjoys the scene as he just stares out at this place, and thinks about every choice in his life.
Is this life laid out for him? If not that is how it seems, but one thing is sure, he will continue the show’s and trying to please the fans.
Everyone must know that it was something that was never meant to be, something that he should not have won. But then one day he fought for the belt, and out of no where he got the three count. This was not a bad thing to him, but the length of time he held it told it all, he lost it at first defense. Which is what made him doubt about this so called title hold, he chooses to think on the inside he is the best, but that shows that he has done nothing.
He fought Obo once, and what did it get him? He had his ass kicked, and then tossed away in the first match, and the second he was just destroyed. Recently he has found that he is not much, is he dried up he asks him self. He lost to a person, who had never steeped in the ring once.
Yohan had not just done that but really hit him outside the wrestling business, counting more doubts than what he had before. He really thinks he can’t go on like this, and then he was slapped in the face by reality. Showing him that this is all his fault, he can be in control of what ever he wants. Turns out he was not man enough to stand up and take it, he could do anything, but he did not.
He has trust in love again, but even wonders about it everyday, and every night. He has been truly getting more extreme lately, and really unbearable in every day life, smoking more each day. He has trusted in this to calm his nerves, and also he has a close eye on his new girlfriend Amber. He wants to make sure it is not like his last relation ship, and make sure he can continue one.
Jake sits down pondering this all, sucking it all in alone with a bottle of beer in his hand. He sits in a recliner, and just thinks about what he has done in wrestling. With nothing really to think of that has been good, hell even in his on life these shadows walk. His body he abuses everyday with the cigarettes, and now drinking.
He wishes life was a song about ice cream, and happiness. But he knows life bitch slaps you every single ing time that you are happy, and then kicks you in the balls. He is building life and rising farther up after his loses. Though this man can never say he has been a nice man his whole life.
He has done all the drugs, and popped every pill out there. But the fact remains, life is a bitch and then you die. He busts his ass in and out of work, and says to himself still ,over and over again, that he will make it bigger. He will make it to the top no matter what, and he will make the others know.
He will make the others know, that these scars all will cut them open, and smash them like the bug on the wall. Jake had it all planed out, the beautiful wife, and the kids, living in paradise and being a perfect dad. That was along time ago, before he made it to the real world and found that his wife would be a whore sleeping around with other men, and his kids would be dropped out of school junkies. Also the nice guy he pictured himself to be in life, is this drunken man who relies on smoking and drinking to get him threw life.
(-----------------------)
Awakening, with light shining from the ceiling, and brushing the deep sleep away. Jake lays in his bed, looking up at the light on the ceiling, which is on. The light does not actually hurt, but it still bothers the eyes, from which he was in the dark so long, he had really not remembered light. Sleeping his body, in the darkness of his life, something he has been in for the longest time.
He never questioned this place, he felt he could adapt to it and have no problems, though he knew it was impossible. He has saw so much gruesome martial, herd so many things that followed evil, and really the light blinds him. Like a vampire, not able to be in the light, as it will burn his flesh. He sees the blue dots taunting him and moving around, as he moves his head, and rolls out of this bed, of which his body has been in all night.
He made his way into the bathroom, looking in the mirror at his own reflection, but seeing he what he has saw so many times before. The normal person could see a man, a man who is different, and people fear different, people fear what they don’t understand. He does not fully understand the image, it is the most complex thing he has seen in this life , scars and scrapes, bruises and cuts. He has took enough abuse for his life some would say, but he does not think so, he thinks that this is only the start of what is to come.
People everywhere ask is wrestling real, these cuts... these scars, all of them each and everyone spites in the liars face that says wrestling is fake. Every time he has been beat in the ring, and left for death with blood pouring from his body, he has knew that it was real. Every time he has been hit in the face, and slammed on a death bed, or thrown into the turnbuckle. He knows it’s all real, all though drugs can ease the pain, it cant make him know wrestling is fake.
The people need a reality check, saying what they do not understand, throw them in and let reality bitch slap them. Signed for another house show, which in other words is called lowest place in the wrestling world, showing few people know you, and the ones who do really don’t care. He has to face this man, known as Trace Demon a man who has never embraced the sickness inside, and will have to release it in this match, which is a hardcore standard. This match, tears open the rule book, and lights it on fire.
Jake has been in many types of hardcore matches, but seems to really not suck the blood from them as he would in a death match. Hardcore matches, tell him that he needs to beat the hell out of the challenger with what ever he can find, being a chair or a barbed wire bat. But when you enter the realm where he loves, the realm where he has grown into known as the death match that is when it is time for business. Standard’s are set, standards are set low in these matches, ranging from barbed wire ropes, to exploding cages.
These matches, they all place one thing or another that one guy in the match deals with, in his match with Jay Mayhem he was placed under razor blade boards. Razors where the object that Jake thrived on, slitting his wrist over everyday life, and all the time alone with nothing to look forward to. Emotionally unstable, and uncaring about his very on well being he went into this war, and slammed the man down with a hard hit, followed by a pin. Trying not to fress up again, he will be in the match with Trace, trying to hold out this fight and grab a win for his well being.
Looking still in the mirror he lets out a sick smile and then looks down at what is a magazine, on top of it is a ton of razors that are placed resting it seems, and untouched as he stares at them with these eyes of insane searching for his peace, hie life, and his reality. All seem new, not at all rusted as they grace this cover of a Dish Network magazine, which has tin man on the front. Not wanting to watch a man who has his zipper undone all the time, and having to zip it up is not what he wants to see, one of the most stupid shows ever put out with a man having a zipper in his head. And what the are the finals about, a god damn woman looking for a ing Homo.
Looking in disgust he pulls up this trash, and throws it to the side sending razors falling on the ground, off of the cover and all over the bath room floor. The book landed inside the bath tub, that Jake looks on at as he pulls on a shirt, and turns walking out of the room. He re enters the bed room, that he then left as soon as walking into and went into the living room, and looking across the room he sees this girl, his on personal whore. She looks so innocent, and well Jake is with her for that, looking he sees a girl using him but he likes it that way with her, he wants to be used here.
He really loves her though, he does not express it a lot he would take on the world for her, and feels that she does not realize it. His mind, is what stands in the way snapping a lot which he is starting to try to control, to try not to mess up his on life, or those who are around him he wants to live! He wants to not just do that, he wants to live with her and have a nice long life, her body so beautiful, with the face gracing having blue eyes, that drowned him in the deep sea of them. Her blonde hair, he wants to wrap around his on neck and let it chock him to death, hanging from this strand of deep love.
He has took everything in himself, to love her and take care of her, not wanting another bad relationship to come his way. With his heart open, and flowing out love into her he continues to live this life, that seems to be a crazed chance of his life being cut short by the death matches, and hell even the hardcore matches can make this life shorter. But he knows outside the ring he will be with her, and the two together can hold on to this wild spinning tilt a whirl of life, and keep each other close in the heart, no matter how far they are apart. She comes with him to every show, as his ex did until the tragic brake up, which really was not that tragic.
Amber-“ Hey, Jake.”
Jake-“ Hey....”
Amber-“ Glad to see you awake.”
Jake-“ Yeah, glad to see you here.”
Amber-“ Ahhhhhh.”
Jake-“ I love you.”
Jake let that out of his system with the truth, and hopes for the same as if it will give him comfort, as he feels it gives her comfort in her life, but the fact is he needs it more. He does not want to admit it but he is the one on the line each week in a hard fighting war, that grows all the time. New people come into the federation, it seems that a new face is in every week, and Jake has fought some, but now fighting in a hardcore match with someone he has seen in the past, someone who he has studied Jake is just thinking on that.
Amber-“ I love you to.”
Feeling relief at the words, as she then steeped up, and kissed Jake on the lips. Moving back from this peck.
Amber-“ I am going out, to get some food......So I will be back soon.”
Jake-“ Well be careful, I am going out as well.”
Amber-“ Ok Jake.”
Amber walked out the door, as she is going to her car and becoming ready to leave this place, Jake is still standing in the house watching through the glass, at her beauty driving off. He loved the kiss, and loves the way she gave it, he did not have anywhere to go, so why did he say he did? Truth is he did not know what to say, as he knew he was staying at home, he then walked away to the kitchen and is looking out the back window of his trailer, at a big back porch which is green and scrapped. He enjoys the scene as he just stares out at this place, and thinks about every choice in his life.
Is this life laid out for him? If not that is how it seems, but one thing is sure, he will continue the show’s and trying to please the fans.