Post by Wez on Apr 5, 2008 16:21:26 GMT -5
Wez has decided to shoot a reply to Jake Slash’s video promo in anticipation for their hardcore match on House Show 50, and has found an ideal setting to strike fear into his opponent; an old abandoned slaughterhouse located just north of Scranton, Pennsylvania. That instantly identifiable stench of death filled the air his nostrils as he walked slowly across the desolate wasteland up the abattoir. This was by no means a nice place to visit but it wasn’t meant to be; its only purpose was to massacre defenceless animals to use as food. He is carrying a black gym bag and is dressed in baggy ripped jeans and a black work shirt and is alone for a change. He pauses for a second before forcing open the rusty steel door.
“This place is perfect.”
He steps inside. The smell is even more sickening inside the building. Taking a handheld camera from the gym bag, he mounts it on one of the many decommissioned machines stained through years of bloodshed. He walks into the camera’s line of vision.
“Jake Slash should be glad he’s facing me tonight. I mean, I could teach Jake Slash a thing or two on hardcore fighting. The word “hardcore” can be defined as “the highest degree” which is exactly where I will take our match. I don’t think he could quite comprehend what I have planned for him; it’s gonna be hell on Earth. I haven’t fought a hardcore match for a long time and I’m really looking forward to tearing him apart, limb from limb. Jake Slash, on the other hand, competes regularly in these brutal matches; it’s obvious that it’s taking its toll on his health; he’s planning a “vacation”. I hope he hasn’t planned anything special because he may well be spending most of it in a hospital bed fighting for his pathetic life.”
He hesitates for a moment to collect his thoughts.
“I can relate to Jake Slash in a way. I mean we do have some similarities. I too have many a sleepless night and there are times recently when I could have given up on the world, much like he is doing at present. The main difference between us however, is that he is running from his problems, taking the easy way out. I’m more of a fighter and bottle up everything to unleash on my opponents in the ring. He thinks that beating a few rookies with weapons to win the Hardcore Title gives him the right to call himself hardcore. I’ll show him the true meaning of the word. I won't finish until he's screaming helplessly like a lamb to the slaughter.”
He takes a handful of weapons from the bag and places them on the filthy floor. He then holds each one up in turn.
“And these are the tools I will destroy him with. Let’s see what we have here....Ahh a personal favourite of mine, razor blades. These are always a quick, reliable of way of spilling a victim’s life force all over the place, very messy. These are also easy to conceal between your fingers to create some truly killer punches. Next we have a sledgehammer, speaks for its self really. A career ender."
He then describes several other weapons including thumb tacks, barbed wire and pepper spray before grabbing the camera, stopping it and exiting the long forgotten building.
“This place is perfect.”
He steps inside. The smell is even more sickening inside the building. Taking a handheld camera from the gym bag, he mounts it on one of the many decommissioned machines stained through years of bloodshed. He walks into the camera’s line of vision.
“Jake Slash should be glad he’s facing me tonight. I mean, I could teach Jake Slash a thing or two on hardcore fighting. The word “hardcore” can be defined as “the highest degree” which is exactly where I will take our match. I don’t think he could quite comprehend what I have planned for him; it’s gonna be hell on Earth. I haven’t fought a hardcore match for a long time and I’m really looking forward to tearing him apart, limb from limb. Jake Slash, on the other hand, competes regularly in these brutal matches; it’s obvious that it’s taking its toll on his health; he’s planning a “vacation”. I hope he hasn’t planned anything special because he may well be spending most of it in a hospital bed fighting for his pathetic life.”
He hesitates for a moment to collect his thoughts.
“I can relate to Jake Slash in a way. I mean we do have some similarities. I too have many a sleepless night and there are times recently when I could have given up on the world, much like he is doing at present. The main difference between us however, is that he is running from his problems, taking the easy way out. I’m more of a fighter and bottle up everything to unleash on my opponents in the ring. He thinks that beating a few rookies with weapons to win the Hardcore Title gives him the right to call himself hardcore. I’ll show him the true meaning of the word. I won't finish until he's screaming helplessly like a lamb to the slaughter.”
He takes a handful of weapons from the bag and places them on the filthy floor. He then holds each one up in turn.
“And these are the tools I will destroy him with. Let’s see what we have here....Ahh a personal favourite of mine, razor blades. These are always a quick, reliable of way of spilling a victim’s life force all over the place, very messy. These are also easy to conceal between your fingers to create some truly killer punches. Next we have a sledgehammer, speaks for its self really. A career ender."
He then describes several other weapons including thumb tacks, barbed wire and pepper spray before grabbing the camera, stopping it and exiting the long forgotten building.