Post by 'The Franchise' SM Raye on Jun 6, 2013 20:44:35 GMT -4
Disclaimer: If you are easily offended or are extremely religious do NOT read any further in this post... You have been warned
The camera fades inside a cornfield, looking around it is obvious that a circle has been made in the rows. In the center of the circle is a cross and some logs sit around it's base. The set up looks much like a painting from the days of the Salem Witch Trails. The camera rotates upward and a dummy slowly shows it's form, positioned much like an image of Jesus on the cross. The doll, for lack of a better word, lays limply on it's wooden support almost looking as a real person who has been up on their perch for days. The camera moves closer and the face of the lifeless, pseudo-person it looks exactly like a certain EVPW superstar. The detailing down to the exact hair is exactly like that of Chris Pyro.
A voice on the breeze makes the camera search for it's point of origin as it almost seems to come from everywhere at once. As the voice seems to come closer the words become clearer.
"Stupid ass, mother fucking, GAH!"
A man comes out wearing a hooded jacket, black, white, and grey camo shorts, and pair of black etnies. The hood covers his face, but by the way the person is talking it is clear who the person in question is.
"OH I swear when I get my hands on that fucking crack addict of a Canadian..."
The hooded person paces for a moment before looking up at the dummy's blank expression.
"You think you're funny don't you? You think you are so mother fucking funny..."
The man talking throws a leg forward and kicks the dummy in the face. It's head snaps back and falls limply back into position.
"I will give you some credit bitch... You are the first person to have the balls to treat me like this... YOU are the first to have the balls to try and mock me... So I will give the devil his due... You are decent... You are by FAR the most worthy opponent I have EVER had...I have to admit it is almost like looking in a mirror with you... AS I said ALMOST... You still got years to catch up with me son... YOU STILL GOT A LOT TO FUCKING LEARN!"
He looks at the pyramid he has made out of the wood beneath the crucified manikin.
"Are you willing to walk through the fire Chris? I see you are more than capable of attempting to act like me and be as driven as I am... But are you really willing to put your body and life on the line like I am?"
The hooded figure lifts his hand to the hood and slowly pulls it away. Those baby blues lock onto the camera as a driven expression covers his face.
"You see Chris... I've walked that lonely, thin, line between Hell and madness more times than I can count... I been up, I been down, been to the bottom of several bottles in my time... I have seen people like us come and go without anything to show for it... At least nothing more than scars and broken limbs... I've seen people that were unable to walk for the rest of their lives after attempting things that I have done..."
Raye runs his fingers through his highlighted locks.
"Yeah this business will chew you up and spit you out... People WILL break you down to nothing if you let them..."
A smirk grows on his face as he thinks about what has happened up to this point.
"You see Chris... Up to this point it has been a one-up game... You do something and I try and top it or vice versa... Well... I think the time for games is over... No more games Chris..."
SM lights a match and looks into the flame for a moment.
"Fire... The savior of life or the destroyer of it... Flames lick at skin so uniquely don't you think?"
He tosses the match onto the wood which evidently has been previously prepared as it ignites all at once, the flames kicking up high into the sky. SM runs his fingers through the flame.
"I touch the fire and it freezes me... I look into and it's black... And I will walk through the fire..."
The Courier of Controversy continues to watch the flames dance and jump on the mid-night breeze.
"And let it burn..."
He watches as the manikin begins to melt, it's face collapsing in on itself.
"You see Chris you can sit there and talk about the demon I am awakening in you... Well you are awakening the devil in me... The difference between the devil and demons is very clear... The demon is nothing more than a pack mule... A pawn.. A tool to a trade... The Devil on the other hand... Is just beneath God on the totem pole... It was God that cast Lucifer into the flames... And it was God that created sin with the help of the devil... So Chris... You can sit there and be God... The beacon of light and purity all you want... But I am more than happy to be the devil... The beacon of darkness... The beacon of sin... The one that turns the world on it's ass and against you..."
A sadistic, chessire cat like smile grows onto SM's face.
"You see Chris... One name I never refer to myself as and simply because I know I am above it, but many have referred to me as it... The Anti-Christ of professional wrestling... I am the most charismatic person you will ever see... I got the looks, brains, and voice that makes everyone stop what they are doing and pay attention... You however have a small following because of those stupid ass nerds who will NEVER get LAID... You know the ones who can look at Naruto and get an erection... Those idiots who watch Sailor Moon and pray for a pussy shot under those cotton panties of her's... The ones that masterbate to Ninja Warrior while watching men and women get beaten up by foam noodles and wooden planks..."
He shakes his head and looks at the burning doll.
"I will walk into the fire Chris? Will you?"
Raye walks into the jumping flames and all fades to black.
EOT
The camera fades inside a cornfield, looking around it is obvious that a circle has been made in the rows. In the center of the circle is a cross and some logs sit around it's base. The set up looks much like a painting from the days of the Salem Witch Trails. The camera rotates upward and a dummy slowly shows it's form, positioned much like an image of Jesus on the cross. The doll, for lack of a better word, lays limply on it's wooden support almost looking as a real person who has been up on their perch for days. The camera moves closer and the face of the lifeless, pseudo-person it looks exactly like a certain EVPW superstar. The detailing down to the exact hair is exactly like that of Chris Pyro.
A voice on the breeze makes the camera search for it's point of origin as it almost seems to come from everywhere at once. As the voice seems to come closer the words become clearer.
"Stupid ass, mother fucking, GAH!"
A man comes out wearing a hooded jacket, black, white, and grey camo shorts, and pair of black etnies. The hood covers his face, but by the way the person is talking it is clear who the person in question is.
"OH I swear when I get my hands on that fucking crack addict of a Canadian..."
The hooded person paces for a moment before looking up at the dummy's blank expression.
"You think you're funny don't you? You think you are so mother fucking funny..."
The man talking throws a leg forward and kicks the dummy in the face. It's head snaps back and falls limply back into position.
"I will give you some credit bitch... You are the first person to have the balls to treat me like this... YOU are the first to have the balls to try and mock me... So I will give the devil his due... You are decent... You are by FAR the most worthy opponent I have EVER had...I have to admit it is almost like looking in a mirror with you... AS I said ALMOST... You still got years to catch up with me son... YOU STILL GOT A LOT TO FUCKING LEARN!"
He looks at the pyramid he has made out of the wood beneath the crucified manikin.
"Are you willing to walk through the fire Chris? I see you are more than capable of attempting to act like me and be as driven as I am... But are you really willing to put your body and life on the line like I am?"
The hooded figure lifts his hand to the hood and slowly pulls it away. Those baby blues lock onto the camera as a driven expression covers his face.
"You see Chris... I've walked that lonely, thin, line between Hell and madness more times than I can count... I been up, I been down, been to the bottom of several bottles in my time... I have seen people like us come and go without anything to show for it... At least nothing more than scars and broken limbs... I've seen people that were unable to walk for the rest of their lives after attempting things that I have done..."
Raye runs his fingers through his highlighted locks.
"Yeah this business will chew you up and spit you out... People WILL break you down to nothing if you let them..."
A smirk grows on his face as he thinks about what has happened up to this point.
"You see Chris... Up to this point it has been a one-up game... You do something and I try and top it or vice versa... Well... I think the time for games is over... No more games Chris..."
SM lights a match and looks into the flame for a moment.
"Fire... The savior of life or the destroyer of it... Flames lick at skin so uniquely don't you think?"
He tosses the match onto the wood which evidently has been previously prepared as it ignites all at once, the flames kicking up high into the sky. SM runs his fingers through the flame.
"I touch the fire and it freezes me... I look into and it's black... And I will walk through the fire..."
The Courier of Controversy continues to watch the flames dance and jump on the mid-night breeze.
"And let it burn..."
He watches as the manikin begins to melt, it's face collapsing in on itself.
"You see Chris you can sit there and talk about the demon I am awakening in you... Well you are awakening the devil in me... The difference between the devil and demons is very clear... The demon is nothing more than a pack mule... A pawn.. A tool to a trade... The Devil on the other hand... Is just beneath God on the totem pole... It was God that cast Lucifer into the flames... And it was God that created sin with the help of the devil... So Chris... You can sit there and be God... The beacon of light and purity all you want... But I am more than happy to be the devil... The beacon of darkness... The beacon of sin... The one that turns the world on it's ass and against you..."
A sadistic, chessire cat like smile grows onto SM's face.
"You see Chris... One name I never refer to myself as and simply because I know I am above it, but many have referred to me as it... The Anti-Christ of professional wrestling... I am the most charismatic person you will ever see... I got the looks, brains, and voice that makes everyone stop what they are doing and pay attention... You however have a small following because of those stupid ass nerds who will NEVER get LAID... You know the ones who can look at Naruto and get an erection... Those idiots who watch Sailor Moon and pray for a pussy shot under those cotton panties of her's... The ones that masterbate to Ninja Warrior while watching men and women get beaten up by foam noodles and wooden planks..."
He shakes his head and looks at the burning doll.
"I will walk into the fire Chris? Will you?"
Raye walks into the jumping flames and all fades to black.
EOT
