| Jericho - So...; Here are the lines. They may be blurred. | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 12 2008, 01:26 AM (234 Views) | |
| Tazar Yoot | Mar 12 2008, 01:26 AM Post #1 |
|
1337 Member
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
OOC: Busy and with other things to write. I didn't even know I was booked until yesterday. Apparently I'm a tag team champ. w00t. Here's something I shat out in a heartbeat. You'll have to imagine the italic coding. --- “There are so many things in this world to cherish. Words are a particular favorite, simply because so often they go unnoticed...” Once more, Jericho returns to your simple screens away from the ring. He's back in your hearts, ladies and gentleman. Somewhere he can speak to you, and you can listen and admire. The place where he truly belongs. He stands waltzing through the emerald painted earth of a cemetery, carefully avoiding the granite of graves, never letting the bag over his shoulder disturb the rest of others. “You all know about that though, don't you?” Soon, he stood before the depths of an awaiting site. He admired the simple tranquility that had not yet be perturbed by the grief of others. His hand, soft and apprehensive, caressed the cool stone that marked the owner of eternal slumber. Taking it away, he looked towards the cemetery's entrance, noting the somber parade entering fronted by the unmistakable weight of a casket. “So surely, you know why I am here.” Wasting no time, he opened his bag to remove his tag team title belt. Admiring its finish, he smirked. “I never wanted you, dear gold. I have no interest in the domination you pretend to represent. I don't mean to punish you for your worthlessness though, no no. This is much more... cerebral.” With precision, he draped the belt face down in the deep opening, assuring himself that the hatred would be camouflaged and hidden by remorse. Throwing a quick glance back to the procession, he nodded and made his escape to wander through the yard almost aimlessly. “Surely, you may wonder, there are more pressing matters for you to concern yourself with Jericho. And you'd be almost correct in that assumption. Tara Shannon and I have a match. Well la-te-da. Normally such a thing wouldn't be of an interest to me, after-all, Brendan has given her his marching orders and he did it quite considerately. This may come as a shock to some. Didn't I rant on Phenetic for quite some time for attacking me? Didn't I verbally shit on Buzz for weeks on end because I had matches with him? Well yes, I suppose I did. This you see, is different. I found those people interesting. And they were prepared to listen. Tara strikes me as the kind of person who would ignore the things I have to say. She reminds me of the Booker-Men.” Shaking his head, he removed his ever apparent feature; A cigarette. Lighting up, he held it at his side and allowed the thing trails of smoke to envelope his person. “A consistent facade of nobility and stature. Someone who is consistently ground-breaking, entertaining and fresh. Something fun for the whole family, right down to the little kiddies and the wrinkled faces of the elder masses. Now, this may be true for some. Some may find Tara to be all these things and more. Not I, though. Not I. She, ladies and gentleman, is a parody. Her image is her greatest power. Sure, she may be tough. I know she is. She's in the business. She's been successful. She's done shit man. But so has Big Evil, and I still don't give a fuck about him. So has Harmony, and she still bores me to tears. All three have something in common, apart from my apathy directed at them. They're all the same story told again and again and again. And again and again and again and again. Each time with some minor changes. Well, that and none of them will ever address this and will instead continue down their little paths of overbearingly successful mediocrity. And everybody loves them for it. Despite reality, they all still love Tara. All of them. Woo, she's inspiring! Woo, she's great! Woo! She's a moralistic Madam. Selling out other people's innocence for a slice of opportunistic pie. But no no. You wont hear that. Instead you'll hear another rambling tale about how she's stunning the world or whatever. Fuckers.” Taking a deep drag, swayed in his steps. “So really, I'd rather a match with Ms. Shannon's creative department, or something like. Do they exist? Or are we still living in a world that doesn't... We probably are.” Looking at his cigarette, he shrugged and threw a quick look over his surroundings. Landing on tombstone after tombstone, he grimaced. Taking the camera in hand, he jerked it forward, pushing the burning end onto the black plastic. Tucking the extinguished butt into his pocket he smiled briefly and turned away, flaunting a hand in the air. “I'm bored with this shit. Someone book me against Johnny Karisma so I can start caring about what I say. BQWA is on thin ice here, chums. Hope is running in short supply.” |
![]() |
|
| Big Evil | Mar 12 2008, 02:53 AM Post #2 |
![]()
On TBS. Very Funny.
![]()
|
what the hell. i always wonder if your promos are shoot or in character or what. either way, your dialogue is like from a movie and it's awesome to read, I can imagine your character saying it out loud in a not so deep but deep enough voice. great stuff. glad to see you finally around
|
![]() |
|
| Midnite Raven | Mar 12 2008, 06:26 AM Post #3 |
|
Advanced Member
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
If you truly shat this out in a heartbeat....me and Buzz are in serious trouble! Nice dude! |
![]() |
|
| The Unholy Dragon | Mar 12 2008, 01:19 PM Post #4 |
|
Advanced Member
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
I swear, reading your work is like literary sex. Complete with the cig at the end.
YAY DOMINATION~! |
![]() |
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
| « Previous Topic · BQWA Archives · Next Topic » |





![]](http://z4.ifrm.com/static/1/pip_r.png)






7:32 PM Jul 10