Post by Hawkeye on Mar 16, 2014 23:02:35 GMT -4
Disclaimer:This is completely story line driven and in no shape or form is my actual true feelings
The halls of the EVPW building are completely empty, remnants of the past litter the floor, all the doors are closed and the lights flicker off and on. A Janitor comes walking in, his cart filled with cleaning materials, several mops, industrial strength bleach, rags and garbage bags. The wheels of the cart creek and the front left wheel wobbles. The Janitor begins the auspicious task of cleaning the place up, first he takes the push broom and walks down to the doorway, he then turns facing the end of the hallway, before then walking down the hallway, push broom in hand as dust, papers, maybe some hair, cobwebs, and push pins gather together into a little pile. Once at the end the Janitor reaches over and grabs the dust pan, and the small broom, hunching over he sweeps the remains on the floor into the dust pan before then dumping them into the trash. Once done he begins cleaning up what office spaces there are, tidying up here, and there, trying to get the place it would seem back into shape, in case the owners of the building decide to come back and start up the business again.
Once the offices are clean, the janitor walks down the hallway towards the double set of wooden doors that lead to the old arena, the doors make a squeaking sound as they are pushed open, revealing the EVPW ring, and several thousand chairs still set up, surrounding the ring. The Janitor takes his push broom and begins to clean up the floor starting at the back and slowly working his way around, stopping every so often and picking up his dirt piles. While pushing the broom, the janitor's foot happens to catch one of the wires that are now exposed and almost trips. This causes to the Janitor's surprise a cracking and hissing sound to reverberate out of the speakers, as the old Butcher tron kicks to life one last time. The scene appears to be black as the janitor turns his attention to the screen. The sound of cheering fans, and announcing voices are heard coming out of the speakers. The screen flickers to life, and before you is a semi big flat screen, the image appears to be from several years ago, but Jimmy Pate is seen, as is Ray White, only the ring isn't EVPW it is GHW. A man with a mask is seen standing in the center of the ring, his arm being raised in victory, as his opponent is laying on the mat, a bloody heap. A Voice is heard off camera.
Damn! Those were some fun days, back then I was on top of the world, the king of the sport, the ruler of my Domain, and the people loved me. No, not loved, they adored me. To those people I was there God, I was there reason that they were happy, yet in the end it all came crashing down. Greed, arrogance, my thought of being Immortal and never dieing. Hell, wish I had known what a FUCKING LIE THAT WAS! Things might have been different, but I digress, lets move on shall we.
The man known as Hawkeye is seen coming onto the screen, his red mask covers his face with the face paint, his chest is bare, revealing all the scars and markings that he has acquired. The man looks and watches as another video is shown, this time it is of King Bear, the big beast of a man is shown man handling his opponent before hitting the good night Susie and having his hand raised in Victory. Hawkeye shakes his head as the video is paused before he speaks again
Kingbear, my fellow brother in arms, we did a lot of shit together, had probably way more fun then we should have back in the day. Here I thought you were someone I could count on, someone who would have a brothers back when in need, even when I had your back during those dark bleak times. But no, once again it was me being ignorant, me thinking that all the success and glory that we had would somehow translate into a lasting friendship, but no...it turned into a matter of convenience as years later, when I was at my worst and in need of a friend, your ass was no where to be found. Your ass had gone and disappeared, never to be heard from again. But don't worry my old friend, you were not the only one guilty of turning your back on a friend, and then in the end, STABBED HIM IN THE BACK!
Hawkeye turns back around and picking up the remote he hits play, the video roars to life and this time it shows Devin Bozz and Vladimir T. Strife standing together, discussing business and other going's on. Wrestlers are seen entering to try and talk with Devin, but as they enter, they are told to go away as an important meeting is taking place. This proceeds to transition into a cut scene of the GHW arena, before Devin Bozz walks out and enters the ring announcing he was taking over the reigns. The Image fades out and back to a packed EVPW arena, where Vladimir T. Strife is seen having his hand raised in victory as chants of Strife are heard in the background.
Devin Bozz and Vladimir T. Strife, the mere mention of your names make me sick to my stomach. Once again in my grand delusion, I thought that we were all good friends, people that would help each other when in need, but again I was proven wrong, by both of you sorry FUCKS! All the good times we shared, all the memories we had, the times I had to bail both of you guys out. Again it was all for nothing, again it was one of those arrangements where I was there for the both of you, but in the end neither of you two could help me out when I was down and out after the horrible suffering that I went through.
You see, after things went the way they did, I didn't know, what to do, or where to go...yes the bottle may have became my best friend, the pills that they give you for pain...they were like candy. Hell even Death wanted to pay me a visit several times, but where were my supposed FUCKING! friends...Off doing what the fuck ever they were doing and not there to help me. ME GAHD DAMN IT! It's ok though you FUCKING FUCKS! You ass munches enjoy screwing people and stabbing everyone who comes in contact with you in the back. As for me, I have had it with all this bullshit and drama. I have had enough of thinking that my life is worth a damn, that any and all shit that I accomplished, not only for me, but for my supposed fucking friends, was all just one big lie. Nothing but a bad fucking dream, this whole life I lead was one BAD FUCKING dream after another. It is ok though, for you see, I have a plan to get out of this shit. I have a plan to wake the FUCK UP and get out of this dream, it is rather simple and it makes me wonder why I didn't think of this sooner. Folks there is only one thing left to do and then I end this fucking nightmare and wake up. I will say, it was a hell of a nightmare, it felt almost surreal, hell it felt like life. Ahhh fuck it, who am I kidding, this life sucked total ass.
Hawkeye gets up from the chair he was sitting in and walks off camera, a small click sound is heard as a door is opened, laughter is heard off camera before a muffled Hawkeye speaks.
Whell fholks, it whas fhun while iht lhasted...Whe had ohne hell ohf ah rhide. Heh hard to talk with a barrel in your mouth. In the end though, the fucks who are still around, will live in there own nightmares, because they were too stupid to realize that all that they had was fake, all that they thought they accomplished was nothing more then a fabricated belief that they were worth a shit. With that folks I bid you adu and I shall see you on the flip side of what is not fucked up. One more thing before I forget. SM RAYE you sucked and it is ashame that I didn't get to kick your punk ass and send you back to the bush league.
The scene is quiet for what seems like hours, the Janitor's eyes are fixated to the screen, his mouth open in shock and awe, the next sound heard over the speakers is a boom as a gun is heard going off and what appear as spray and chunks fly across the screen, some landing on the TV. The video ends and the Butcher tron fades to black. The Janitor's Jaw about has dropped to the floor, he stands there unable to move, finally his senses come back to him and he drops his broom, turning towards the double set of doors, he walks towards them and out of the arena, slowly he walks towards the doors that lead outside, his face is pale and drained of any color that they may have had...His hands shaking, he tries to reach into his overalls and pull out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter as he pushes open the door that leads outside, as the door closes behind him he slumps against the door, fumbling to open the pack of cigarettes to get one out, placing it to his lips, he then proceeds to flick the lighter lighting the cigarette taking a long draw from it as his mind wanders, and races, the color still drained from his face. Slowly pushing himself to his feet, the janitor stumbles towards his car, getting inside of it before driving home.
EOT
I know that this site has slowed down and the activity is next to none, so not sure how many will read this and comment.
The halls of the EVPW building are completely empty, remnants of the past litter the floor, all the doors are closed and the lights flicker off and on. A Janitor comes walking in, his cart filled with cleaning materials, several mops, industrial strength bleach, rags and garbage bags. The wheels of the cart creek and the front left wheel wobbles. The Janitor begins the auspicious task of cleaning the place up, first he takes the push broom and walks down to the doorway, he then turns facing the end of the hallway, before then walking down the hallway, push broom in hand as dust, papers, maybe some hair, cobwebs, and push pins gather together into a little pile. Once at the end the Janitor reaches over and grabs the dust pan, and the small broom, hunching over he sweeps the remains on the floor into the dust pan before then dumping them into the trash. Once done he begins cleaning up what office spaces there are, tidying up here, and there, trying to get the place it would seem back into shape, in case the owners of the building decide to come back and start up the business again.
Once the offices are clean, the janitor walks down the hallway towards the double set of wooden doors that lead to the old arena, the doors make a squeaking sound as they are pushed open, revealing the EVPW ring, and several thousand chairs still set up, surrounding the ring. The Janitor takes his push broom and begins to clean up the floor starting at the back and slowly working his way around, stopping every so often and picking up his dirt piles. While pushing the broom, the janitor's foot happens to catch one of the wires that are now exposed and almost trips. This causes to the Janitor's surprise a cracking and hissing sound to reverberate out of the speakers, as the old Butcher tron kicks to life one last time. The scene appears to be black as the janitor turns his attention to the screen. The sound of cheering fans, and announcing voices are heard coming out of the speakers. The screen flickers to life, and before you is a semi big flat screen, the image appears to be from several years ago, but Jimmy Pate is seen, as is Ray White, only the ring isn't EVPW it is GHW. A man with a mask is seen standing in the center of the ring, his arm being raised in victory, as his opponent is laying on the mat, a bloody heap. A Voice is heard off camera.
Damn! Those were some fun days, back then I was on top of the world, the king of the sport, the ruler of my Domain, and the people loved me. No, not loved, they adored me. To those people I was there God, I was there reason that they were happy, yet in the end it all came crashing down. Greed, arrogance, my thought of being Immortal and never dieing. Hell, wish I had known what a FUCKING LIE THAT WAS! Things might have been different, but I digress, lets move on shall we.
The man known as Hawkeye is seen coming onto the screen, his red mask covers his face with the face paint, his chest is bare, revealing all the scars and markings that he has acquired. The man looks and watches as another video is shown, this time it is of King Bear, the big beast of a man is shown man handling his opponent before hitting the good night Susie and having his hand raised in Victory. Hawkeye shakes his head as the video is paused before he speaks again
Kingbear, my fellow brother in arms, we did a lot of shit together, had probably way more fun then we should have back in the day. Here I thought you were someone I could count on, someone who would have a brothers back when in need, even when I had your back during those dark bleak times. But no, once again it was me being ignorant, me thinking that all the success and glory that we had would somehow translate into a lasting friendship, but no...it turned into a matter of convenience as years later, when I was at my worst and in need of a friend, your ass was no where to be found. Your ass had gone and disappeared, never to be heard from again. But don't worry my old friend, you were not the only one guilty of turning your back on a friend, and then in the end, STABBED HIM IN THE BACK!
Hawkeye turns back around and picking up the remote he hits play, the video roars to life and this time it shows Devin Bozz and Vladimir T. Strife standing together, discussing business and other going's on. Wrestlers are seen entering to try and talk with Devin, but as they enter, they are told to go away as an important meeting is taking place. This proceeds to transition into a cut scene of the GHW arena, before Devin Bozz walks out and enters the ring announcing he was taking over the reigns. The Image fades out and back to a packed EVPW arena, where Vladimir T. Strife is seen having his hand raised in victory as chants of Strife are heard in the background.
Devin Bozz and Vladimir T. Strife, the mere mention of your names make me sick to my stomach. Once again in my grand delusion, I thought that we were all good friends, people that would help each other when in need, but again I was proven wrong, by both of you sorry FUCKS! All the good times we shared, all the memories we had, the times I had to bail both of you guys out. Again it was all for nothing, again it was one of those arrangements where I was there for the both of you, but in the end neither of you two could help me out when I was down and out after the horrible suffering that I went through.
You see, after things went the way they did, I didn't know, what to do, or where to go...yes the bottle may have became my best friend, the pills that they give you for pain...they were like candy. Hell even Death wanted to pay me a visit several times, but where were my supposed FUCKING! friends...Off doing what the fuck ever they were doing and not there to help me. ME GAHD DAMN IT! It's ok though you FUCKING FUCKS! You ass munches enjoy screwing people and stabbing everyone who comes in contact with you in the back. As for me, I have had it with all this bullshit and drama. I have had enough of thinking that my life is worth a damn, that any and all shit that I accomplished, not only for me, but for my supposed fucking friends, was all just one big lie. Nothing but a bad fucking dream, this whole life I lead was one BAD FUCKING dream after another. It is ok though, for you see, I have a plan to get out of this shit. I have a plan to wake the FUCK UP and get out of this dream, it is rather simple and it makes me wonder why I didn't think of this sooner. Folks there is only one thing left to do and then I end this fucking nightmare and wake up. I will say, it was a hell of a nightmare, it felt almost surreal, hell it felt like life. Ahhh fuck it, who am I kidding, this life sucked total ass.
Hawkeye gets up from the chair he was sitting in and walks off camera, a small click sound is heard as a door is opened, laughter is heard off camera before a muffled Hawkeye speaks.
Whell fholks, it whas fhun while iht lhasted...Whe had ohne hell ohf ah rhide. Heh hard to talk with a barrel in your mouth. In the end though, the fucks who are still around, will live in there own nightmares, because they were too stupid to realize that all that they had was fake, all that they thought they accomplished was nothing more then a fabricated belief that they were worth a shit. With that folks I bid you adu and I shall see you on the flip side of what is not fucked up. One more thing before I forget. SM RAYE you sucked and it is ashame that I didn't get to kick your punk ass and send you back to the bush league.
The scene is quiet for what seems like hours, the Janitor's eyes are fixated to the screen, his mouth open in shock and awe, the next sound heard over the speakers is a boom as a gun is heard going off and what appear as spray and chunks fly across the screen, some landing on the TV. The video ends and the Butcher tron fades to black. The Janitor's Jaw about has dropped to the floor, he stands there unable to move, finally his senses come back to him and he drops his broom, turning towards the double set of doors, he walks towards them and out of the arena, slowly he walks towards the doors that lead outside, his face is pale and drained of any color that they may have had...His hands shaking, he tries to reach into his overalls and pull out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter as he pushes open the door that leads outside, as the door closes behind him he slumps against the door, fumbling to open the pack of cigarettes to get one out, placing it to his lips, he then proceeds to flick the lighter lighting the cigarette taking a long draw from it as his mind wanders, and races, the color still drained from his face. Slowly pushing himself to his feet, the janitor stumbles towards his car, getting inside of it before driving home.
EOT
I know that this site has slowed down and the activity is next to none, so not sure how many will read this and comment.
