Post by Demon on Aug 14, 2011 6:28:48 GMT -4
*The thunderous roar of his modified big block engine roars to life under the hood of a 1968 Corvette Stingray as the car lurches forward, the light barely exposing its emerald glow across the road. Street lights illuminate the sides of the road, cutting through the night time darkness that has temporarily drowned out the light of day one more time. The wind catches the Demons hair pulling it straight back away from his face as the tail of “Demon Speeding” ironically ends on the radio. He continues on the road heading to Nashville, heading towards what he feels is win number one in a long line of wins.*
“It seems to me that Johnny Brown like to run his mouth a mile a minute just for the sake of hearing his own voice. Or maybe he feels that anything he actually says in some way actually has something to do with his wrestling ability. While he sits back and amuses himself by reading names like mine, and figuring out who my dad could have been, and knocking words I use but insisting on using his own slag like ‘Tasty bird’ and ‘scram’ and talking in internet anagrams.”
“But at least at the end of the day its good to see you have done your homework… or at the least looked into all the people I’ve been allied with, and what our backstage antics were. I mean, I’m so sure those things are going to help you win a match. You’re time would have been better off looking into my fighting style, studying a finisher, anything but the practical jokes we use to pull in the days of the OutKasts.”
“Still, you did manage to surprise me and do one useful thing this week, I reached out to Tommy Knoxville, actually bribing him with money every time he hits me. Do you fear me that bad that you have to pay off one of your opponents in order to stand a chance? And do you really think he’s going to accept your offer after you start there and verbally abused him later on? But now at least you recognize, in your own words, that I do in fact deserve the credit every gives me.”
*He extends his left are out the window feeling the breeze blow past as he continues speedily up the road.*
“Next time you’re riding in a car, stick your hand out into the wind. Try grasping it. I’m like the wind, but still when I enter federations like this one, people, like Johnny Brown, tend to underestimate me. But remember, the wind has the power to fuel a fire, or extinguish it. So cup the air in your hand and feel it pushing past you. So tangible and real, you’ve almost got it, you can practically see it in your hand. Try your hardest to grab a hold of the air. It’s right there, damn it, but you just can’t catch it. The fact you try despite knowing you can’t only frustrates you because you know regardless of your efforts it will always slip past your fingers, just out of reach, you caught just enough to know you never really had it at all. Much like later tonight you will, maybe several times, believe you have me right where you want me, but I’ll change direction myself and slip right on by. Or maybe you’ll realize that like wind, sometimes the biggest winds really can be damaging.”
“You on the other hand, you’re like smoke. You dance around obstacles aimlessly. You try to cover as much ground as possible. You don’t know which way to go but find yourself always heading upwards completely effortlessly, forever joining the proverbial ladder to the upper ranks of the fed. Yeah, I said it, one day you ay work your way to the top few, I don’t underestimate you like that. You’ll reach as high as you can, but eventually lose cohesion with altitude. At last eventually you reach an altitude where the smoke disappears forever. Soon nobody will know you existed, and you’ll have a false sense of self-value because you got where you are by yourself but as with smoke, the scent remains lingering for a while, as people will talk about you for some time long after you’ve moved along. But even that eventually dies out. But you may want to keep one thing in mind… what causes the smoke to change direction? The wind.”
“You’re whole game is about disrespecting everyone you come across it seems, but this time you better show a little goddamn respect because facing me, in a match with apparently no rules, a match where I can do anything to you that I feel necessary to do before leaving you lay unconscious for a 10 count, I just may end your career before you have a chance to get a good footing on the ladder in the first place. Now while I’d love to chat as long as I can, and like you try to just fill every piece of available film I have, I do have things to tend to, things far more important than ranting and raving to you. Things more important than show the whole world that I eat breakfast. I have some serious road to cover tonight, so for now, this is where the film stops. Your darkness has begun.”
*He reaches over grabbing the camera propped up in the passenger seat lobbing it backwards through the night sky shattering on impact with the black asphalt.*
*Static*
“It seems to me that Johnny Brown like to run his mouth a mile a minute just for the sake of hearing his own voice. Or maybe he feels that anything he actually says in some way actually has something to do with his wrestling ability. While he sits back and amuses himself by reading names like mine, and figuring out who my dad could have been, and knocking words I use but insisting on using his own slag like ‘Tasty bird’ and ‘scram’ and talking in internet anagrams.”
“But at least at the end of the day its good to see you have done your homework… or at the least looked into all the people I’ve been allied with, and what our backstage antics were. I mean, I’m so sure those things are going to help you win a match. You’re time would have been better off looking into my fighting style, studying a finisher, anything but the practical jokes we use to pull in the days of the OutKasts.”
“Still, you did manage to surprise me and do one useful thing this week, I reached out to Tommy Knoxville, actually bribing him with money every time he hits me. Do you fear me that bad that you have to pay off one of your opponents in order to stand a chance? And do you really think he’s going to accept your offer after you start there and verbally abused him later on? But now at least you recognize, in your own words, that I do in fact deserve the credit every gives me.”
*He extends his left are out the window feeling the breeze blow past as he continues speedily up the road.*
“Next time you’re riding in a car, stick your hand out into the wind. Try grasping it. I’m like the wind, but still when I enter federations like this one, people, like Johnny Brown, tend to underestimate me. But remember, the wind has the power to fuel a fire, or extinguish it. So cup the air in your hand and feel it pushing past you. So tangible and real, you’ve almost got it, you can practically see it in your hand. Try your hardest to grab a hold of the air. It’s right there, damn it, but you just can’t catch it. The fact you try despite knowing you can’t only frustrates you because you know regardless of your efforts it will always slip past your fingers, just out of reach, you caught just enough to know you never really had it at all. Much like later tonight you will, maybe several times, believe you have me right where you want me, but I’ll change direction myself and slip right on by. Or maybe you’ll realize that like wind, sometimes the biggest winds really can be damaging.”
“You on the other hand, you’re like smoke. You dance around obstacles aimlessly. You try to cover as much ground as possible. You don’t know which way to go but find yourself always heading upwards completely effortlessly, forever joining the proverbial ladder to the upper ranks of the fed. Yeah, I said it, one day you ay work your way to the top few, I don’t underestimate you like that. You’ll reach as high as you can, but eventually lose cohesion with altitude. At last eventually you reach an altitude where the smoke disappears forever. Soon nobody will know you existed, and you’ll have a false sense of self-value because you got where you are by yourself but as with smoke, the scent remains lingering for a while, as people will talk about you for some time long after you’ve moved along. But even that eventually dies out. But you may want to keep one thing in mind… what causes the smoke to change direction? The wind.”
“You’re whole game is about disrespecting everyone you come across it seems, but this time you better show a little goddamn respect because facing me, in a match with apparently no rules, a match where I can do anything to you that I feel necessary to do before leaving you lay unconscious for a 10 count, I just may end your career before you have a chance to get a good footing on the ladder in the first place. Now while I’d love to chat as long as I can, and like you try to just fill every piece of available film I have, I do have things to tend to, things far more important than ranting and raving to you. Things more important than show the whole world that I eat breakfast. I have some serious road to cover tonight, so for now, this is where the film stops. Your darkness has begun.”
*He reaches over grabbing the camera propped up in the passenger seat lobbing it backwards through the night sky shattering on impact with the black asphalt.*
*Static*
