Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2014 21:59:11 GMT -5
005 - February 15, 2014 - International Championship versus Dex, Joe Bishop, Yukio Blaze |
Solomon sat there frozen with the joint in his hand burning up. The stench of the cannabis enriching the room as Mary kept hanging off the ceiling. Non-attached to the world, Solomon's heart sinks down into his stomach as the ash builds up on the stick. The ash dropping onto the ring mat, burning small holes into the blood stained fabric. His eyes dilate as he is left with a expressionless stare on the female that is floating above him. Her long dark raven hair twirling in the air as her mouth slowly forms into a smile as she realizes the inner turmoil running through Solomon's head at the moment. Her long black nails scratching against the wooden panels of the ceiling, creating a ringing in our Crow's head. Solomon has hated his father since that one dark day where Solomon was left to fend for himself. Solomon's father was a murderer, a son of a bitch, a sinner, the devil himself. Hell, Solomon's father could be called many things and they would all fit the mold. Solomon's father was dead to him, as was his family life. It took a few minutes but Solomon snapped back into his presence as the joint had burnt up in his hand and crumbled onto Solomon's faded jeans. A few holes burning through the fabric, eventually tearing into his legs while fizzling out. His eyes shot up in shock as he saw Mary's face transforming into the one of his father, or at least of what he remembers of his father's face. "Dad?", Solomon shot out with a question. A look of concern forming on his face. His worst nightmare was now above him once again. The now male figure of Mary kept looking down at the Solomon in the ring, leaning on the ropes in fear. Solomon wasn't scared of much, but his father was one of those deep and dark secretive worries. A huge gust of wind develops in the Crow's nest as the door opens itself. Standing at the doorway was one man which of whom Solomon used to his fullest potential.. That man was Dave Demento. But Demento wasn't in just any form, he was covered in green with a missing arm, an eyeball hanging out of the socket and his tongue replaced with one of a cow. His tattoos were crossed off with an X on each as the X's were formed with snakes. Wild and venomous snakes that connected themselves with each other. They looked fierce as Demento looked souless in the doorway. A complete mute. Solomon didn't know where to put his utmost attention. To the figure floating above him with evil intentions or to the zombie standing in his doorway. As smart of a man he is, Solomon put his attention on his father up on the ceiling. "Get the f*ck out of here!", Solomon shouted with full emotion towards his father. Not fazing him, Solomon's daddy simply shrugged off the yelling with an evil grin and extending his neck all the way towards Crow. Their heads now coming face to face as Father smiles in his son's mug. Demento now started walking towards the ring in the middle of the room, his eye staring directly towards Crow. He stopped mid way in his walk as his head turned itself around in a complete 180, another huge gust of wind develops inside the room as two other men stood there in the doorway, both of them followers in The Nest. Those men were Matthew and Lukas. Their long beards grew even longer as they swept the floor with every movement. Their eyes bulging out of their skulls, their arms covered in those emotional cuts and their skin had turned into a deep green. Much like Demento, they stood there blankly staring at our twisted hero in Solomon. His eyes never leaving his father's in the ring. "Can't you see son? I have groomed you into what you need to be. I have groomed you into being a hero for all of those who never fit in. I have groomed you into the best... I have groomed you into me." Solomon's ghostly father leaned in with his dark lips and tried to give his son a fatherly kiss on the forehead. But having none of it, Solomon swiftly grabbed his International Championship and exiting the ring as fast as he could. Backing himself into the kitchen, the three souless zombies followed him slowly as his father zipped above them through the walls. Solomon's natural instinct was to back up and back up into the kitchen, looking for a weapon of self-defense. Nothing around him as he gets backed up into the wall, creating a loud thump against the old wooden walls. His eyes now gazed in concern as he faced certain death. A certain death placed on him by his father. Who swiftly stood there in his ghostly fashion with a huge evil grin underneath of his long black hair with his bloody hand pointing towards his only son. What catches the attention of 'Sweet' Solomon was the favorite necklace of his extinct mother wrapped around the veiny neck of that monster of a man who spermed him. "Solomon, my son. I hope you realized that I hurt you to form you into this great man that you are today. You are who I wanted you to be Solomon. Your mother was holding you back, I'm a monster and I knew that. And when I looked into your eyes as a child, what I saw scared me for your future. Your eyes were soft, you were soft. I wanted to hurt you so bad that you'd get tough and follow through with my plans.", the ghosts got closer and closer to Solomon, slowing the zombies as the ghostly monster came closer. With his natural instincts, Solomon pulled out the pocketknife from his back pocket and swung at the ghosts, coming in contact with the gold necklace wrapped around his neck. The golden beads cut through the string attaching them as every single bead falls to the ground and into the cracks of the old floor of the farmhouse. The ghost had seen this and inched closer to Solomon's pretty little head. "See Solomon. You just killed her. Her last object in existence! You just killed off the memory of your mother! YES! I'm so proud!", the ghost started blushing with evil intentions as he brings his hand to Solomon's now crying head. Rubbing his hair, the ghost smiles at his son for the first time in ages. Solomon wasn't having any of it as he smacked his father's hand away from him and parkouring over the island counter and situating himself next to the utensils tray. Dozens of glistening knives just sit there blankly staring at Solomon's hand. The coldness of the knives quickly stinging Crow's hands, but in that good twisted and evil way. Solomon swung the knife in front of his eyes, channeling his inner Heath Ledger. His eyes filled themselves with hatred as that moment of his childhood repeated itself in his mind. The car, the flames, the burnt wheat and the lonely night just replay itself. The screeching of the car rings in his ears as the ghostly figure and his mindless zombies follow behind him. All of them slowly creeping their way towards Solomon like a predator and a computer screen. "Solomon. You did this, you never accepted yourself as the man who will become like his father and manipulate others. You are scared for becoming like me. You need to be like me to survive.", the ghostly figure approached Solomon once again while circling him and breathing that nasty creepy breath into his son's face, "Let me just kill you." Solomon took this to offence and quickly backed away from his father, bringing himself to throw himself up the stairs of his Crow's Nest. Each rigid step on the wooden steps meant that he was followed by the three mindless men following him. He had once wanted them to follow them, but not in this way. He had mad these men into mindless zombies, and with the look of concern on his face, he knew that it was his fault that this is happening. Solomon ran fast up the stairs, with their quick turns and sharp wooden pieces sticking out. The light in the house eventually left as Solomon reached the top of the Crow's Nest. The railing was the only thing separating the wooden aisle way and a long, deadly drop to the ring mat below them. The large zombies eventually made their way up, followed by the ghost of Hell. Fear quickly ran through Solomon and every single strand of hair on his muscular body stood themselves up. They walked slowly as Solomon looked for an escape plan, and there was only one way. Solomon opened the door with the golden star and led his way in, shutting it with a loud lock and turning around to rest on the door. His quick breaths soon soothed out as he took an old chair from the desk and lodging it underneath of the door handle, ensuring it to be shut. He didn't have much in that room, except for one window with a small crack in it, letting in a small beam of light. Realizing he was only able to survive in that room, Solomon pulled out a spare joint he had received from Penny's house. He lit that stick up and puffed a long drag, trying to stabilize his emotions that were running high. Noticing the smoke filling up from a few drags, Solomon walks over to the window and punches the crack of the window, opening it. The small pieces flew down the twenty stories quickly and smashed on the ground as Solomon stood there puffing away. He knew he didn't have much time left until they made their way into the bedroom, but what he did have was a clear mind thanks to the Shannon Special. Solomon quickly made a plan, he will jump out of the window and face whatever fate awaited him. If he was going out, he would do it on his terms. But as any person would do before their death, their life flashes before their eyes. That day in the cold autumn night of western Canada, the snap of the wind chill came back to him as the screeching of the car replayed itself and replayed itself. He couldn't get it out of his head, the flames, the explosion, and the stench that made it's way n the air. That night where he fended for himself against the chilly night, the day where he became a man. But his life went pretty quick through his memories as he immediately snapped back into reality as the door swung open! The mindless followers made their way in, slowly but surely as Solomon's father once again reappeared... in human flesh. His long dark eighty's haircut bobbed on his shoulders as his five o'clock shadow glistened in the sun beam. His eyes were back to normal as his hand was still cut, just like how Solomon remembered it. "I don't get what the problem is here, son. In life, some of us get a happy ending. Most of us are left in the gutter. You either make your opportunities or you get fed to the wolves. I never did want to hurt you, never wanted to hurt her either, but now that I've seen what you've become; I need to rid you of this place." Solomon's father spoke with a bit of charm, but his eyes were still focusing on Solomon's scared eyes. "I've seen that you made yourself a troupe, I did that too at the bar, but the difference is you won't die for them. That's why I need to rid you." Solomon looked down to the zombies behind his father, who were now back to human-like form. Their bodily features returning to their normal state as their beards have grown out and their pigment returned to normal. They looked their with sorrow in their eyes as they kept looking at 'Sweet' Solomon, their leader. "Look. I don't need you guys anymore. Never needed you in the first place, but what I saw was men who needed a leader. And I proved myself worthy of that bill. I actually liked being with you guys, but now I've seen myself for what I've become." said Solomon with regret, that is until he turned to his father with hatred, "But you! You've ruined my life! I've turned into you. And it makes me sick. You always were a grumpy son of a bitch that didn't know what he had until he lost it. And turning into you has made me realized that you didn't deserve mom... So now's there is only one thing to do." Solomon grabbed his father by the collar and delivered a huge right handed fist to his face, bloodying his mouth into a tsunami of blood. Solomon wasn't finished as he laid the boots into the Ghost of Hell, kicking him while yelling his mother's name out with each one. Finishing off, Solomon flipped off every single member of the Nest standing in front of him, before picking his dad up onto his shoulders and rushing towards the open window. And with one leap, both men flew out of the house and went crashing to the ground. A heap of blood splattering everywhere and their bodies fly apart. A loud bang finished their rivalry off, as it finished 'Sweet' Solomon's years of agony against his father. <***> "Dude! Are you okay?", Penny said with ease as she touched the arm of her new friend, waking him up from his dream. "Yeah yeah.. Just had a wicked dream." Solomon replied as he realizes that he isn't actually dead. "I remember my first high like it was yesterday", Penny shot out into a laugh before turning her attention to the television screen, "Race or Deathmatch?" Well here we go, my first International Championship defense. Against three very touch competitors I will add. In one corner you'll have Yukio Blaze. In the next corner you'll have the 'Fallen Madman' who claims to be from Heaven in Dex. And then we have my very close friend in Joe Bishop. A very good match, good job Lila. That's sarcasm by the way Ms. Slaeter, I'm guessing you don't like any of us that can succeed on our own and don't need to be pushing themselves to Main Event status. But I take your challenge and I accept it. I'm not going to go out and say that I want to say that I'm going to change the whole world of professional wrestling, I will do that with my actions. Look, I know it's been being show for a while now, but I can't take it anymore. My Nest has been driving me up the wall, I just can't handle it anymore. They remind me of who I'm not. I am not that guy who goes out and spends his money on booze and then would rather not spend time with his family and surround himself with fake friends. I am not that guy. Want a guy like that? Go look at Shawn Malakai and his failed Revelation. Go look at Reverend Shadow with his failed Holocaust. Go look at Phillip Schneider and his failed Decaying Society. That's three stables that have went on to fail on themselves. Where are they now? Exactly. I came into this company and put a huge threat on my back. A huge one. I came in and won the International Championship and co-win the Scars and Stripes Battle Royal in my first night with this company. I came in and showed myself as something I am not. I came in and displayed myself as a God. Penny Shannon had showed me that I am still human, and I'm still the fanboy from years ago. I'm still that guy who has feelings, who cares about certain people and actually cares about what goes on with him. I'm tired of pretending that I am not who I truly am. I AM NOT MY FATHER! Anyways, I want to look into this week. Yukio Blaze, my love for professional wrestling grew as I watched him compete. Having wars with everybody in sight and proving that he's the best. But now look at you Yukio. When was the last time you actually won a competitive match? Not withstanding Landon, when have you shown that you still got it? Why don't you just take that walker of yours and head back to the retirement home? You're washed up and you know it. You can't keep up with us newer guys. Yukes, leave while you still have your pride. And then Dex. I have to give credit where credit is due. Kid, you have a huge set for calling out ZMaster. You know how to pick your spots, and I respect that as you head into your SuperBrawl match against a washed up. Look, Dex you remind me of myself. We both came into the WFWF looking very differently from others. But I can tell you aren't who you truly display yourself as. I will end you this week and hopefully that shows you to not fall into the trap of every single guy that finish prematurely. And then we have Joseph Bishop. A man who came to me looking for help. Joseph, I know you better than anyone else right now. Where your mind is, what you're looking to do. But I see you still want this piece of gold that I have wrapped around my waistline right now. Every single time you see me, jealousy emerges in your eyes. How does it feel knowing I achieved in one night what you've spent your entire career working on? Joseph, I hope you know that the white flag has been brought upon my Crow's Nest and that I am killing off all the fat that surrounds me. And as we walk into this match, I will hurt you. You are no longer my brother in arms, no longer a part of family. And when the dust is all settled and the rumble is finished, there will be only one man standing in the middle of the ring with his hand raised in victory. That man is Solomon Crow. I will prove why I'm the future of this business and I will prove to break the International Championship curse. I am the future. Respect it. |
I dont know good luck 
