Post by Victor Hades on Oct 14, 2009 20:59:53 GMT -4
[ ooc: much better work in segments i promise, very long day and very tired so i chopped it up a little so to speak. ]
Hades Journal:
Wednesday-October 14, 2009
"It's difficult in times like these: ideals, dreams and cherished hopes rise within us, only to be crushed by grim reality. It's no wonder I haven't abandoned all my ideals, they seem so absurd and impractical to so many. Yet I cling to them because I still believe, in spite of everything, you can watch the world burn. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, the glowing hot embers floating into the midnight air as the smoke settles and everything around you has been destroyed by chaos. I could care less for this world anymore much less anything in it for that matter, it never did me good and it never gave me a reason to think otherwise. I'm tired of so many hopefuls clinging to chance, to dreams, and to any small belief in the meaning on change. Hope is simply for the hopeless while dreams are made to be shattered, and change is impracticable when facing a force such as this.
I told the world I would set out and bring fourth the fucking Salvation they were seeking, but I never said I would save them. I wouldn't piss on fire to put them out to save their lives, I wouldn't lift a finger to catch those that fall, but simply laugh and walk away. Now I've lived up to my word and followed through with my actions, it's time I take what I've come to collect. No man, force of nature, and no act of god will deny me. MY very own fucking destiny, my opportunity, and the commencement to my reign of annihilation on this company and anyone standing in my way. Fasten your fucking seatbelts..."
[ Bump! ]
The jolting sensation snapped his head up as if bombs were being dropped all around, adjusting his weary eyes to the sunlight piercing through the tint of the window beside him. Glancing around in a total state of confusion to where he was and why for that matter, as several tourists and passengers surround him on what appeared to be a charter bus. Finally grasping his surroundings as he leans away from the window, Victor's attention is drawn to the man next to him. A short, long-brown haired, full bearded man of hispanic descent in a white bathrobe...
The man turns his head to Victor.
Man-"Oh, good morning sir...pleased to see you slept well."
The man mutters in a strong accent with a smile, while Victor remains still with a puzzled look upon his face.
Victor Hades-"Uh, do we know each other or something?"
Victor grumbles a bit still slightly disoriented as he begins to clear his vision, adjusting the tight-fit black t-shirt stretching down his upper frame.
The man extends his hand for a friendly handshake.
Jesus'-"My name is Jesus, and you are...very famous man...I seen your face before."
The man smiles, as Victor slightly nods in response looking back to the man strangely dressed in a white bath robe. Appearing to be some lunatic-crazed latino dressed like a hippie.
Victor Hades-"Yeah, I'm Victor Hades...I wrestle for the APW on tv, the professional wrestling corporation in magazines and stuff?"
The man nods again and soon appears to have recognized his face.
Jesus-"Ah', yes I remember now! You were on the cover of a wrestling magazine I seen at gas-station. Very impressive."
Victor nods slowly and turns back to the window, minutes later looking back to the man beside him who continues to look at Victor.
Victor Hades-"So you're name is literally Jesus then?"
Victor perks a brow.
Jesus-"No, no, no, it's not "Jesus", it's Jesus (Hay-Suess)..."
The man replies with a friendly grin, gesturing his hand on pronounciation of his name carefully to Victor. Meanwhile Victor slides out his cell phone in attempt to check messages, hoping he can figure out how he somehow ended up on a charter bus.
[ "No Signal." ]
Victor Hades-"No signal-GREAT."
Victor grumbles slamming his phone shut.
Jesus-"Is there a problem with your cellular device?"
Speaking in his thick hispanic accent the man asks, while closely paying attention to Victor's phone.
Victor Hades-"No, just can't get a signal on my phone to call out to someone important."
Victor mutters a sharp response, keeping it short.
Jesus-"Trust in your heart in the eyes of faith amigo, things will start to change and you will see. Not all negative energy can take one man down so easily, just channel your thoughts and anger outward."
The man appears to nearly begin preaching, keeping a soft yet accented tone to his voice as Victor glances back.
Victor Hades-"Yeah I do that on a weekly basis it's called kicking ass and taking names you should see me do it more often."
The man lowers his head and nods, before looking back to Victor still holding the same smile with his hands folded in his lap.
Jesus-"So they say amigo, but not all evil deeds go unpunished either, it is better to go with faith than to live a life in darkness."
Victor appears slightly confused and looks back to the man sitting beside him once again, then around to nearby passengers who appear to not even acknowledge the fact they're sitting there.
Victor Hades-"So what, you're like some kind of holy man or something...you can tell me my future, and what I need to do with my life, is that it?"
Victor begins to chuckle uncomfortably not entirely buying into the man's words as he continues to smile. Victor meanwhile finally managing to stop his laughter, looks back to the man once more.
Jesus-"Something like that, yes..."
Victor's facial expression immediately turns blank as he looks to the man once more.
Victor Hades-"You're serious?"
The man nods. Victor appearing to have a very odd, yet uncomforting gut feeling bearing down in his stomache slowly turns to face forward...
Victor Hades-"This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder..."
"I'm going to finish what I fucking started."
"As if saying that wasn't enough, now this week I'm stuck dealing with all four thorns in my ass from recent weeks. Least of all four people I've not only the slightest drop of respect for, but four men I've come to hate in the most detailed and passionate, cold-hearted way. On one side of the spectrum you have the single-most dominating force walking through this company, and on the other...you have the anchor, the ball and chain, and a set of weights that'll continue to weigh this company down. Realistically the only group of men who've seemed to disgust and disgrace the very presence of every poor soul forced to watch their, long-winded, very pointless, very nauseating, and very non-logical promos they seem to have spat over the recent week."
"To start I'd immediately love to turn my attention to the group of men I've managed to piss off the most this week. The very fanclun ran by the only fans they have-themselves...the Ass-Kissers Anonymous. You see you disrespectful little shits can run your mouths on a video camera all you like, it won't change a thing come match time. Meanwhile I "understand your pain", being too pissed off because I pushed your little boyfriend Shadow around? I’m sorry; I guess I forgot to hand him a fresh diaper to shit in the next time he stands in my way.
You say you’re older than me in my career like you’ve got leverage over me, motherfucker I’m pleased to have ended four careers. I’ve held championships in what was once a glorious reigning company, made a fucking path of chaos along the way, and to have done it all by my fucking self. Unlike you two Ass-Kissing, pig-humping, tractor riding, dumb-fuck rednecks in your time, you’ve had to hold each other’s hands just to accomplish something. What a sight, a blonde-haired “pretty boy” who’s too afraid to step up his game without bruising up his mug, and a fat-ass dipshit who jerks off in his sleep to comic books. Re-evaluate your research next time and brush up on your history before you start opening that shit foaming mouth of yours, I built my career on snapping, breaking, and crumbling insignifi-cunts like you.
Though I appreciate you trespassing in my dressing room which I was no longer using, and trying to return your trailer-park porta-potty you call an excuse for a bedroom, I could’ve gone without your shit stinking up my presence. You see Shadow, I don’t find it offensive, and I don’t even find it even the slightest bit insulting and I just found it incredibly amusing how fucking displeased you become over such a small encounter. I never knew it could be so easy to get under a talentless piece of trailer trash’s skin without even trying."
Next is my main course-Nunez. Jesse Nunez, well he’s guaranteed to include at least one shit pop-culture reference in his pre-match promo, because the corporate sponsorships are raping him for all his worth, or lack of. APW? They make money of Jesse Nunez’s half-ass-response as he sat back cradling his fucking thumbs in an attempt to twist my own words against me. Of course this all isn’t before mentioning he has a new CD out in stores or a new T-shirt on APW.com in the merchandise section of our home website! You Jesse Nunez are the blue print for everything wrong with the industry; you stand for everything I hate about the business. You shoot movies, you act like a superstar; you make rap music—it’s all the same bullshit. You’re here as some publicity stunt; you’re here to wear a sponsorship clothing for an extra cut of cash, with their logos stuck on each one of your pale white ass cheeks, you branded bitch.
Pence-you aren't worth my time-you know I've got your number.
It's showtime."
Life is Cruel:
"Burn it down."
"Burn it down."
You can take the money, you can take the ride
you can take it all but never get inside
you can't take my honor, you can't take my soul
you can't take the fact
you'll never have control
You won't break me
no matter how hard you try
you can't shake me down
I'm fucking bulletproof
All I've learned, its like poison
all I've done, inside my veins
all I've seen, its like venom
all I know, it's all that remains
you can take it all but never get inside
you can't take my honor, you can't take my soul
you can't take the fact
you'll never have control
You won't break me
no matter how hard you try
you can't shake me down
I'm fucking bulletproof
All I've learned, its like poison
all I've done, inside my veins
all I've seen, its like venom
all I know, it's all that remains
Hades Journal:
Wednesday-October 14, 2009
"It's difficult in times like these: ideals, dreams and cherished hopes rise within us, only to be crushed by grim reality. It's no wonder I haven't abandoned all my ideals, they seem so absurd and impractical to so many. Yet I cling to them because I still believe, in spite of everything, you can watch the world burn. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, the glowing hot embers floating into the midnight air as the smoke settles and everything around you has been destroyed by chaos. I could care less for this world anymore much less anything in it for that matter, it never did me good and it never gave me a reason to think otherwise. I'm tired of so many hopefuls clinging to chance, to dreams, and to any small belief in the meaning on change. Hope is simply for the hopeless while dreams are made to be shattered, and change is impracticable when facing a force such as this.
I told the world I would set out and bring fourth the fucking Salvation they were seeking, but I never said I would save them. I wouldn't piss on fire to put them out to save their lives, I wouldn't lift a finger to catch those that fall, but simply laugh and walk away. Now I've lived up to my word and followed through with my actions, it's time I take what I've come to collect. No man, force of nature, and no act of god will deny me. MY very own fucking destiny, my opportunity, and the commencement to my reign of annihilation on this company and anyone standing in my way. Fasten your fucking seatbelts..."
[ Bump! ]
The jolting sensation snapped his head up as if bombs were being dropped all around, adjusting his weary eyes to the sunlight piercing through the tint of the window beside him. Glancing around in a total state of confusion to where he was and why for that matter, as several tourists and passengers surround him on what appeared to be a charter bus. Finally grasping his surroundings as he leans away from the window, Victor's attention is drawn to the man next to him. A short, long-brown haired, full bearded man of hispanic descent in a white bathrobe...
The man turns his head to Victor.
Man-"Oh, good morning sir...pleased to see you slept well."
The man mutters in a strong accent with a smile, while Victor remains still with a puzzled look upon his face.
Victor Hades-"Uh, do we know each other or something?"
Victor grumbles a bit still slightly disoriented as he begins to clear his vision, adjusting the tight-fit black t-shirt stretching down his upper frame.
The man extends his hand for a friendly handshake.
Jesus'-"My name is Jesus, and you are...very famous man...I seen your face before."
The man smiles, as Victor slightly nods in response looking back to the man strangely dressed in a white bath robe. Appearing to be some lunatic-crazed latino dressed like a hippie.
Victor Hades-"Yeah, I'm Victor Hades...I wrestle for the APW on tv, the professional wrestling corporation in magazines and stuff?"
The man nods again and soon appears to have recognized his face.
Jesus-"Ah', yes I remember now! You were on the cover of a wrestling magazine I seen at gas-station. Very impressive."
Victor nods slowly and turns back to the window, minutes later looking back to the man beside him who continues to look at Victor.
Victor Hades-"So you're name is literally Jesus then?"
Victor perks a brow.
Jesus-"No, no, no, it's not "Jesus", it's Jesus (Hay-Suess)..."
The man replies with a friendly grin, gesturing his hand on pronounciation of his name carefully to Victor. Meanwhile Victor slides out his cell phone in attempt to check messages, hoping he can figure out how he somehow ended up on a charter bus.
[ "No Signal." ]
Victor Hades-"No signal-GREAT."
Victor grumbles slamming his phone shut.
Jesus-"Is there a problem with your cellular device?"
Speaking in his thick hispanic accent the man asks, while closely paying attention to Victor's phone.
Victor Hades-"No, just can't get a signal on my phone to call out to someone important."
Victor mutters a sharp response, keeping it short.
Jesus-"Trust in your heart in the eyes of faith amigo, things will start to change and you will see. Not all negative energy can take one man down so easily, just channel your thoughts and anger outward."
The man appears to nearly begin preaching, keeping a soft yet accented tone to his voice as Victor glances back.
Victor Hades-"Yeah I do that on a weekly basis it's called kicking ass and taking names you should see me do it more often."
The man lowers his head and nods, before looking back to Victor still holding the same smile with his hands folded in his lap.
Jesus-"So they say amigo, but not all evil deeds go unpunished either, it is better to go with faith than to live a life in darkness."
Victor appears slightly confused and looks back to the man sitting beside him once again, then around to nearby passengers who appear to not even acknowledge the fact they're sitting there.
Victor Hades-"So what, you're like some kind of holy man or something...you can tell me my future, and what I need to do with my life, is that it?"
Victor begins to chuckle uncomfortably not entirely buying into the man's words as he continues to smile. Victor meanwhile finally managing to stop his laughter, looks back to the man once more.
Jesus-"Something like that, yes..."
Victor's facial expression immediately turns blank as he looks to the man once more.
Victor Hades-"You're serious?"
The man nods. Victor appearing to have a very odd, yet uncomforting gut feeling bearing down in his stomache slowly turns to face forward...
Victor Hades-"This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder..."
[ To be continued. ]
"I'm going to finish what I fucking started."
"As if saying that wasn't enough, now this week I'm stuck dealing with all four thorns in my ass from recent weeks. Least of all four people I've not only the slightest drop of respect for, but four men I've come to hate in the most detailed and passionate, cold-hearted way. On one side of the spectrum you have the single-most dominating force walking through this company, and on the other...you have the anchor, the ball and chain, and a set of weights that'll continue to weigh this company down. Realistically the only group of men who've seemed to disgust and disgrace the very presence of every poor soul forced to watch their, long-winded, very pointless, very nauseating, and very non-logical promos they seem to have spat over the recent week."
"To start I'd immediately love to turn my attention to the group of men I've managed to piss off the most this week. The very fanclun ran by the only fans they have-themselves...the Ass-Kissers Anonymous. You see you disrespectful little shits can run your mouths on a video camera all you like, it won't change a thing come match time. Meanwhile I "understand your pain", being too pissed off because I pushed your little boyfriend Shadow around? I’m sorry; I guess I forgot to hand him a fresh diaper to shit in the next time he stands in my way.
You say you’re older than me in my career like you’ve got leverage over me, motherfucker I’m pleased to have ended four careers. I’ve held championships in what was once a glorious reigning company, made a fucking path of chaos along the way, and to have done it all by my fucking self. Unlike you two Ass-Kissing, pig-humping, tractor riding, dumb-fuck rednecks in your time, you’ve had to hold each other’s hands just to accomplish something. What a sight, a blonde-haired “pretty boy” who’s too afraid to step up his game without bruising up his mug, and a fat-ass dipshit who jerks off in his sleep to comic books. Re-evaluate your research next time and brush up on your history before you start opening that shit foaming mouth of yours, I built my career on snapping, breaking, and crumbling insignifi-cunts like you.
Though I appreciate you trespassing in my dressing room which I was no longer using, and trying to return your trailer-park porta-potty you call an excuse for a bedroom, I could’ve gone without your shit stinking up my presence. You see Shadow, I don’t find it offensive, and I don’t even find it even the slightest bit insulting and I just found it incredibly amusing how fucking displeased you become over such a small encounter. I never knew it could be so easy to get under a talentless piece of trailer trash’s skin without even trying."
Next is my main course-Nunez. Jesse Nunez, well he’s guaranteed to include at least one shit pop-culture reference in his pre-match promo, because the corporate sponsorships are raping him for all his worth, or lack of. APW? They make money of Jesse Nunez’s half-ass-response as he sat back cradling his fucking thumbs in an attempt to twist my own words against me. Of course this all isn’t before mentioning he has a new CD out in stores or a new T-shirt on APW.com in the merchandise section of our home website! You Jesse Nunez are the blue print for everything wrong with the industry; you stand for everything I hate about the business. You shoot movies, you act like a superstar; you make rap music—it’s all the same bullshit. You’re here as some publicity stunt; you’re here to wear a sponsorship clothing for an extra cut of cash, with their logos stuck on each one of your pale white ass cheeks, you branded bitch.
Pence-you aren't worth my time-you know I've got your number.
It's showtime."
You can keep the fortune, and
you can have the fame
you can have the shit you never will obtain
you can't take my virute, no
you can't take my pride
you can't take the anger building up inside
You won't break me
no matter how hard you try
you can't shake me down
I'm fucking bulletproof!
you can have the fame
you can have the shit you never will obtain
you can't take my virute, no
you can't take my pride
you can't take the anger building up inside
You won't break me
no matter how hard you try
you can't shake me down
I'm fucking bulletproof!
