Post by jaysonray on Apr 14, 2012 22:02:41 GMT -5
Trash looks down upon the charred remains of what once was the Star Maker arena, smiling his usual insane smile. For the last stretch of time in Real Extreme Wrestling's existence, Trash, the Insanity Assassin, held the REW World Heavyweight Title in a fashion most befitting of a champion. However, like most do, power went to his head. He sought to destroy what many looked to build.
He wanted to tear down the structure of what was the "real extreme" school of wrestling. Many opposed him, few could do anything to stop him. However, there were none there like the man who called himself The Living Saw Trap.
Turning to leave, Trash, just like Sung Ho, was met with a cheap shot. Collapsing to the ground, his dazed eyes tried to focus. Lining up, they came together in an image they hadn't seen in some time. Dressed in jeans, nike sneakers and a REW t-shirt, "The Living Saw Trap" Jayson Anton Ray stood above him, his knee raised.
Jayson Ray: Nice to see you again, Trash.
Trash: Holy fuck...*staggers to a knee* The ghost of the locker room returns.
Jayson smirked at the Insanity Assassin, lowering his leg and eyes to the body of Sung Ho.
Jayson Ray: Nice cheap shot.
Trash: You're one to talk.
Again, the former three time REW World Heavyweight Champion smirked. His eyes narrowed into small slits as the focused on Trash.
Jayson Ray: Correction, that wasn't a cheap shot. I was just hitting you back for that fat piece of shit over that. I hate bullies but I hate bitches even more than that.
Now...
Jayson cracked his knuckles.
Jayson Ray: I'm still a little pissed about JMW and his gang of cockless overseerers burning down my gotdamn building AND I still owe you for that shit you pulled a couple of months ago before I had to take off for Japan again.
So, get up Trash. If this place is going to be reborn, let's give it a fucking spark.
He wanted to tear down the structure of what was the "real extreme" school of wrestling. Many opposed him, few could do anything to stop him. However, there were none there like the man who called himself The Living Saw Trap.
Turning to leave, Trash, just like Sung Ho, was met with a cheap shot. Collapsing to the ground, his dazed eyes tried to focus. Lining up, they came together in an image they hadn't seen in some time. Dressed in jeans, nike sneakers and a REW t-shirt, "The Living Saw Trap" Jayson Anton Ray stood above him, his knee raised.
Jayson Ray: Nice to see you again, Trash.
Trash: Holy fuck...*staggers to a knee* The ghost of the locker room returns.
Jayson smirked at the Insanity Assassin, lowering his leg and eyes to the body of Sung Ho.
Jayson Ray: Nice cheap shot.
Trash: You're one to talk.
Again, the former three time REW World Heavyweight Champion smirked. His eyes narrowed into small slits as the focused on Trash.
Jayson Ray: Correction, that wasn't a cheap shot. I was just hitting you back for that fat piece of shit over that. I hate bullies but I hate bitches even more than that.
Now...
Jayson cracked his knuckles.
Jayson Ray: I'm still a little pissed about JMW and his gang of cockless overseerers burning down my gotdamn building AND I still owe you for that shit you pulled a couple of months ago before I had to take off for Japan again.
So, get up Trash. If this place is going to be reborn, let's give it a fucking spark.
TBC? (Probably not)
