Post by zombiesx on Mar 22, 2008 18:07:33 GMT -5
recorded on: March 22nd,2008
[Outside the wind is blowing, while a man sits shirtless on the steeps of his front porch, with nothing more than his black shorts and shoes on. His hair is spiked up all over his head, and his hands are folded together with each hand taped up, and with blood stains on them. Each one has the faded word “DEATH” on it, and the blood seems to have been what turned the black into this faded shade.]
“Wez this is your chance to take down what is already dyeing, and I would like to aid you in it. I can not look in the mirror with out seeing this sick image of a man that claims to be Jake Slash. I can not take this pain anymore, I just want you to set me free, a favor for a friend if you will, just make it fast. I am literally wanting you to kill my ass, and I am doubting you have the power to do it. So that is the question, do you have the power to do it? If you say you do I think you are wrong, even though I am the beat man here. I think that you can not take me down, as you do not have enough in your heart, or mind to do it.”
[The man speaking seems to be restless, as his voice shows not only all the nights without sleep, but the pain that is starting to get to him. It is the pain that is making him this way, the thing you can see on the outside of his body is nothing. From the outside you can see all the scrapes on his back, and the bruises from every bump he has took. But the true pain is on the inside, the area where you can barely see threw his wounds. Seeing is one thing, but feeling is another, it truly is simple, you see the pain, and he feels it. Only for him it is the worst of the two.]
“I am going to let you have the chance to do this Wez, the thing in my mind is the thought of giving you the chance. The fact is if you do win it is not going to be about you being the better man for sending me out of action, as I am going on a small “vacation”. One to where I can heal up, and not be in the pain that I am feeling in every match I steep into. But don’t use the word retire my friend, as retire to me is the death of ones career, that is the point to where I can not return. But the fact is I will be back in the ring one day, one day soon, and that day I hope that I can be at one hundred percent. As what you will be fighting is only a man who can give fifty percent. As the other fifty has been unfairly taken from him in his last few matches, and when I say that I mean it. I could probably have my ass kicked by a autistic 3 year old right now, but you forget one thing.”
[His face that was so calm, just became twisted into a sickening smile, as if to be a psychopath, who just wants to murder everything in his way.]
“What you forgot is, that this is not a normal match, this is where I get the chance to ing kill you!!! I am the ing king of the ring when it comes to hardcore, and you will see that as I paint a beautiful picture with your crimson. Oh I love that color, I just love it, the beautiful thing that runs out of the small cuts. But what makes me even more pleased, is when the cut is bigger, and the fluid pours out in a massive amount. That is when it is going to be my favorite time of the whole event, call me sick or not, but you don’t look like a man who can fight hardcore. You look like a ing sissy, and I am going to make you know you are one, as I beat you down with that whole fifty percent. Because my fifty percent can ing kill your one hundred percent. That is what you get my friend, blood and guts, along with tons of open cuts.”
[He got up from sitting on the top step of this small amount of stairs, which consist of three small steeps. He then walked forward, as he still had the smile, which seems to be becoming even more gruesome on this monster.]
“You can’t hurt me anymore than what I have been hurt already, it is truly impossible to do that, but you are welcome to try. But the monster you are against can not be killed by the fake ass silver bullets that can take down a ware wolf, this monster is like that one serial killer. He can not die, he will just keep coming back at you, no matter how much damage you have done to him. This is how I want to go out Mr. Wez, just how I want to be took away, in the place that I started. If this is aired on TV, I will not give a ****, as this is what started me in the WFWF, and that was the House Shows. I will be damned if you take what is mine away there, and I truly will kill you if it means for me to win.”
[He walked along the grass that was being blown by the wind, which is moving his hair when it blows. His hair however moves back to where it was after it blows, seeing that it has been covered with gel.]
“With all being said, I want you to bring it all, and hope that it kills me. As if it does not, it seems like I will not be the only one who will need some “vacation time”. It is really going to be a bitch when you are laying in your bed, and not being able to feel anything but pain. And you will have to rely on a person, and a object to help you threw it all. The person being that whore who you call a girlfriend, and the object being a bottle of pain killers.”
[Outside the wind is blowing, while a man sits shirtless on the steeps of his front porch, with nothing more than his black shorts and shoes on. His hair is spiked up all over his head, and his hands are folded together with each hand taped up, and with blood stains on them. Each one has the faded word “DEATH” on it, and the blood seems to have been what turned the black into this faded shade.]
“Wez this is your chance to take down what is already dyeing, and I would like to aid you in it. I can not look in the mirror with out seeing this sick image of a man that claims to be Jake Slash. I can not take this pain anymore, I just want you to set me free, a favor for a friend if you will, just make it fast. I am literally wanting you to kill my ass, and I am doubting you have the power to do it. So that is the question, do you have the power to do it? If you say you do I think you are wrong, even though I am the beat man here. I think that you can not take me down, as you do not have enough in your heart, or mind to do it.”
[The man speaking seems to be restless, as his voice shows not only all the nights without sleep, but the pain that is starting to get to him. It is the pain that is making him this way, the thing you can see on the outside of his body is nothing. From the outside you can see all the scrapes on his back, and the bruises from every bump he has took. But the true pain is on the inside, the area where you can barely see threw his wounds. Seeing is one thing, but feeling is another, it truly is simple, you see the pain, and he feels it. Only for him it is the worst of the two.]
“I am going to let you have the chance to do this Wez, the thing in my mind is the thought of giving you the chance. The fact is if you do win it is not going to be about you being the better man for sending me out of action, as I am going on a small “vacation”. One to where I can heal up, and not be in the pain that I am feeling in every match I steep into. But don’t use the word retire my friend, as retire to me is the death of ones career, that is the point to where I can not return. But the fact is I will be back in the ring one day, one day soon, and that day I hope that I can be at one hundred percent. As what you will be fighting is only a man who can give fifty percent. As the other fifty has been unfairly taken from him in his last few matches, and when I say that I mean it. I could probably have my ass kicked by a autistic 3 year old right now, but you forget one thing.”
[His face that was so calm, just became twisted into a sickening smile, as if to be a psychopath, who just wants to murder everything in his way.]
“What you forgot is, that this is not a normal match, this is where I get the chance to ing kill you!!! I am the ing king of the ring when it comes to hardcore, and you will see that as I paint a beautiful picture with your crimson. Oh I love that color, I just love it, the beautiful thing that runs out of the small cuts. But what makes me even more pleased, is when the cut is bigger, and the fluid pours out in a massive amount. That is when it is going to be my favorite time of the whole event, call me sick or not, but you don’t look like a man who can fight hardcore. You look like a ing sissy, and I am going to make you know you are one, as I beat you down with that whole fifty percent. Because my fifty percent can ing kill your one hundred percent. That is what you get my friend, blood and guts, along with tons of open cuts.”
[He got up from sitting on the top step of this small amount of stairs, which consist of three small steeps. He then walked forward, as he still had the smile, which seems to be becoming even more gruesome on this monster.]
“You can’t hurt me anymore than what I have been hurt already, it is truly impossible to do that, but you are welcome to try. But the monster you are against can not be killed by the fake ass silver bullets that can take down a ware wolf, this monster is like that one serial killer. He can not die, he will just keep coming back at you, no matter how much damage you have done to him. This is how I want to go out Mr. Wez, just how I want to be took away, in the place that I started. If this is aired on TV, I will not give a ****, as this is what started me in the WFWF, and that was the House Shows. I will be damned if you take what is mine away there, and I truly will kill you if it means for me to win.”
[He walked along the grass that was being blown by the wind, which is moving his hair when it blows. His hair however moves back to where it was after it blows, seeing that it has been covered with gel.]
“With all being said, I want you to bring it all, and hope that it kills me. As if it does not, it seems like I will not be the only one who will need some “vacation time”. It is really going to be a bitch when you are laying in your bed, and not being able to feel anything but pain. And you will have to rely on a person, and a object to help you threw it all. The person being that whore who you call a girlfriend, and the object being a bottle of pain killers.”