Post by jaysonray on Jun 12, 2008 16:20:47 GMT -5
The scene opens up to the dark, empty parrking lot outside of the REW arena. Scattered lights shined down upon random spots upon the tar blacktop, casting shadows across the desolate grounds. It was in the center of this meeting of shadows he stood, he bowed in solemn rumination.
["The Canadian Destroyer" Jayson Ray]: RING! RING!
Do you hear that gentleman? It's the sound of the bells tolling the end of your title runs.
The camera circled about him, zooming in and out upon his dark form. Even though his face was concealed in darkness, the remnants of his form were bathed in the dim light. A long leather coat ran down the length of his body, shrouding his dark colored denim jeans and hoodie beneath the jacket.
["The Canadian Destroyer" Jayson Ray]: It's funny, y'know. I have been out of action for close to two months from a match I didn't want to be in. I was injured in a match where not only did I face my best friend, but I lost the REW World Heavyweight Championship.
These months of *turns right arm in a circle* rehabing this seperated shoulder from spearing T Money over the barricades have brought me a form of mental catharsis. I no longer habor ill will towards the management for the crap I have endured. However, I am delighted at the path that has been set before me, for today *points to the sky* is a new day.
On this new day, I ring the bell of armageddon's call, tolling the end for the men who stand before me. T Money, my long time friend, Dreamkiller, the man who is officially the King of Kings, and Freakula, the loyal surbordanate of the Lord of Darkness. These men each wield a weapon that rivals my own, and each hold a bountiful harvest around their waists.
But...for how long will their luck last?
T Money, I love you like a brother, but soon a I will cash in my rematch clause and take back what is mine. Believe me, T, blood is thicker than water, and I now hold no qualms about spilling your blood in order to retrieve my belt.
Satanic Mantra, the rulers of the tag team division, never rest. Never sleep. For the big bad wolf is coming after you. For long have I been rightfully deprived of the belts that began a legacy unlike any other in tag team history. Dyce may not be here in REW with us, but come next weeks card, I will have a partner to reap the titles from your delapidated corpses, and assure that neither of you will ever...sleep...again...
It's plain and simple gentleman. You have something I want, and I will go through any means to get them. Watch you backs my friends, for as the bell tolls...
Slowly, Jayson lifted his head, let the camera zoom in upon his left eye. Quickly, the palid emerald green pool grew elongated like a cats, and turning a beautiful and turbulent lialic. He chuckled as he finished.
["The Canadian Destroyer" Jayson Ray]: ...the demon rises again.
[Cut to Black]
[OOC: I know this post is crap, but I couldn't come up with anything better. I honestly had the worst case of writer's block ever. Hopefully, someone will start a storyline with me (someone new hopefully) and we can start it anew.]
["The Canadian Destroyer" Jayson Ray]: RING! RING!
Do you hear that gentleman? It's the sound of the bells tolling the end of your title runs.
The camera circled about him, zooming in and out upon his dark form. Even though his face was concealed in darkness, the remnants of his form were bathed in the dim light. A long leather coat ran down the length of his body, shrouding his dark colored denim jeans and hoodie beneath the jacket.
["The Canadian Destroyer" Jayson Ray]: It's funny, y'know. I have been out of action for close to two months from a match I didn't want to be in. I was injured in a match where not only did I face my best friend, but I lost the REW World Heavyweight Championship.
These months of *turns right arm in a circle* rehabing this seperated shoulder from spearing T Money over the barricades have brought me a form of mental catharsis. I no longer habor ill will towards the management for the crap I have endured. However, I am delighted at the path that has been set before me, for today *points to the sky* is a new day.
On this new day, I ring the bell of armageddon's call, tolling the end for the men who stand before me. T Money, my long time friend, Dreamkiller, the man who is officially the King of Kings, and Freakula, the loyal surbordanate of the Lord of Darkness. These men each wield a weapon that rivals my own, and each hold a bountiful harvest around their waists.
But...for how long will their luck last?
T Money, I love you like a brother, but soon a I will cash in my rematch clause and take back what is mine. Believe me, T, blood is thicker than water, and I now hold no qualms about spilling your blood in order to retrieve my belt.
Satanic Mantra, the rulers of the tag team division, never rest. Never sleep. For the big bad wolf is coming after you. For long have I been rightfully deprived of the belts that began a legacy unlike any other in tag team history. Dyce may not be here in REW with us, but come next weeks card, I will have a partner to reap the titles from your delapidated corpses, and assure that neither of you will ever...sleep...again...
It's plain and simple gentleman. You have something I want, and I will go through any means to get them. Watch you backs my friends, for as the bell tolls...
Slowly, Jayson lifted his head, let the camera zoom in upon his left eye. Quickly, the palid emerald green pool grew elongated like a cats, and turning a beautiful and turbulent lialic. He chuckled as he finished.
["The Canadian Destroyer" Jayson Ray]: ...the demon rises again.
[Cut to Black]
[OOC: I know this post is crap, but I couldn't come up with anything better. I honestly had the worst case of writer's block ever. Hopefully, someone will start a storyline with me (someone new hopefully) and we can start it anew.]
