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| Bound by Blood | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 9 2009, 08:07 AM (31 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Jul 9 2009, 08:07 AM Post #1 |
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’If Idolized, Total Mayhem, or The Next Generation—are the measuring sticks. Than The Cut Throat Thrillers are the wood, soil, and landscape’’- CTT A page from Razor’s Journal What the CZW Global Tag Team Title means to me… It defines where you’re at within the federation in which you wrestle. The highest status a team of men or women, could possibly reach. Every team wants them. If your aiming for anything less, your simply not aiming high enough. This is where it’s all at, this is what we fight for, and this is why we all wrestle. A Journey. One is needed to walk the path of a tag team champions. There are always short cuts onto getting to the end of the road faster; but one thing always remains. You have to work for it. To reach the end of the road, you need to walk that path. The pace? You choose it. It’s been a few months now for me and Blade and it seems like we are at the end of that road. The titles is up for grabs. Perhaps it’s just luck, or maybe it’s something more. Maybe it’s something like destiny. And although, I’m nearing the end of the road—it doesn’t mean there’s no more ground to cover. Winning the championships is just half the story; defending them, and keeping it, in your possession is just as hard. Winning the championship; it opens up a whole new world of opportunities. Path’s open up, and trails expand—and when your champs, the world is your play ground. If I respect one team for their accomplishments; it would be Idolized. I hate them, but I can respect the men for their title rein. Filled with corruption, filled with lies, and back stabbing; but who say’s that isn’t in the rules? I don’t have to like it; but that’s the road they chose. … Like every Great Champs, eventually they must step down. I know, that if we win on the 12th, another day will come, where we will not be so lucky. When I’m broken, crippled, or dead—I will be champion no more. I won’t be caught slipping off the juggle gym bars, in my OWN play ground. There going to need much more to take ME out. Because a real champion steps down when he’s beat, not because he’s hurt. But I guess that’s what makes me better than the Idolized boys…Better than my opponents… I actually want this. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- They say she has the belly of a beast Blunts for fingers tips and hollow tips for teeth Wire taps for ears, Nike Airs for feet Blasphemy for prayers, a system for a heart Rap music for beats, heroin for a son and its married to the streets Crack pipes for lungs, and she never sleeps Just spies, with dice in her eyes Loves life cause she likes when it dies Vision 2: Assassination The president. Voted in by the general public, as a figure to lead there country. In hopes of improving, or advancing the place in which they live in. The president is a power-full man. Many tough decisions need to be made, by him and his government; and the people’s well being depend on those decisions. They f**k up, we get f**ked up. The people pay the price. Gun loaded; and I’m ready to kill. I’m close to my target. I can see the people, I can hear the chants. Like a pack of greedy wolves, they surround him. Passing on well wishes, and good prayers to there president. It’s a shame. Maybe if the paid more attention to me, they would have noticed me with this rife. I looked up at a nearby sign which read ‘’Elm Street’’. As the chants got louder, I knew the president was nearing closer. With all the people around him; I prayed I could get a good shot on him. I don’t believe anyone is truly stupid enough to step in the way of a bullet; but I wouldn’t put it past them. Or maybe I would literally—A bullet through a skull, would make ‘’her’’ day. Turning back? I thought about it. Killing the president or a man so power-full could very well start a war; if they found out I wasn’t from here. But it’s too late. I can’t back out; she simply wouldn’t allow me too. She’s power-full. And I can’t fight against what ‘’she’’ wants. It’s time; she tells me. The only thing saving the president from my gun, is the people around them—and I’m afraid that too wouldn’t help him out, she’d guide my shot. I know it. The second chance of him escaping with his life would be is if my gun jammed, but shouldn’t wouldn’t allow that to happen either. She wants him dead, and Mr. President is running low on luck today. The president was in my sights. I could see him and a few other political figures in a black Presidential Motorcade. It was time; now or nothing. I aimed at the vehicle, and immediately fired a few shots into the Presidents path. After the first shot; I heard the screams of horror. A few people scattered out of the way, to escape the gun fire. ‘’Oh, My god! He’s going to kills us all!’’ No, I simply didn’t have enough rounds in my gun. I aimed the gun once more, firing another shot—this one hit its target. I don’t know if it was my aim; or if she was leading the bullet through the air—but it penetrated his head, leaving his brain and other bodily fluids on the concrete below. ‘’Nice shot’’ She laughed… …I killed JFK. Blade opened his eyes. The window to his hotel was open causing the wind to blow the curtain heavily. The moon light slipped through those same curtains, casting a soft shadow on the end of his bed. He looked out the window, before shaking his head back and forth. ‘’What the f**k is up with these visions…’’ Blade looks around his hotel room. There are tons of beer bottles laying on the floor, some pills on the nightstand and two half naked ladys in his bed. Blade see all this stuff, rubs his eyes and turns back to the window. ‘’ They say life on the road you find her. That demon inside you that normal people don't give into. I guess if I was a steel worker my life would be dull but these demons wouldn't be taking over me’’ ----------------------------------------------------------- He walks down the hall of a small apparent complex, before stopping at the door. He takes a deep breath, before knocking on the door. After a few moments of waiting in awkward silence, the door is opened. ‘’Blade?’’ Razor immediately asks, Razor responds with nodding his head. ‘’Man, it’s about time you stopped by! Get your ass in here’’ His older brother said, ushering him into his apartment. ‘’Nice place…You get a raise?’’ Blade said, eyeing the run down apartment. ‘’ You don’t need to bullshit me little brother, this place is a dump but it is little then the last place’’ He laughed, before walking into his kitchen. ‘’Would you like something to drink?’’ Razor asked, before pulling open the refrigerator door open. ‘’No thanks…’’ Blade calmly stated. ‘’I don’t plan on staying here too long, I just thought I’d drop by and say no hard feeling about our match at the last PPV’’ Blade said, before fiddling with a metal on a nearby table. ‘’Yeah I know, It was great match’’ Razor stated. ‘’ To bad either one of us won the title. It wasn't in our cards but I have a great feeling about the Tag Title match this time.’’ Razor stated, before pulling out a bottle of orange juice from the refrigerator. ‘’Did that week off help you heal?’’ Blade asked, finally looking up to Razor. ‘’No’’ Razor said softly. ‘’ You?’’ Razor quickly asked really wanting to know the answer. ‘’No’’ Blade replied. ‘’So if I am not a 100% and you are not 100% and both know Idolized is well rested. What gives you this great feeling?’’ Razor cracked the lid to the orange juice container before pouring it into the glass. ‘’Blade…’’ Razor shot back. ‘’ Pain is the name of the game we are in. This way we can we did it our best, we didn't back down or try to bail out with story of being banged up from that insane four way cage match we had at the PPV. You never quit when time get tough.’’ Razor flatly stated. ‘’ Yeah I under‘’ Blade says he stares at the floor. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ‘’If brothers have the same blood; can they feel it trickle through their veins the same way?’’ Bound By Blood Blade sat down at the end of his bed, in the empty hotel room, with a small book in his hand. He flipped it open, and placed the book against the top of his leg. He sighed deeply before hunching over, writing into his book. His visit with his brother didn’t go to well. He thought about what his brother said, and deep down it bothered him. He knew something was wrong, but couldn’t pin-point what exactly it was. When he looked into the mirror, he simply couldn’t see what was wrong with him; why could everyone else? His brother was the only family member he had left. He simply never expected to hear the words out of his brother’s mouth. He was still in shock. It was almost as if the man who brought you up, simply turned around, and walked the other way. And now he was stuck; on weather or not should he follow him too. In a way, Blade changed. Not in a flip flop, or a 360 degree angle, like fake people make. He was never a good guy, but he was never a bad guy either. A man who floated in between. The hate he had for people been always there; but it only grew much stronger. In his heart; he also held love, and still does. But that love is falling weaker, and the hate is growing stronger. Two elements that have always been apart of him; there just growing into something more. Something he cannot seem to stop. And ‘’She’’ only makes it worse for him. Maybe it was ‘’She’’ who his brother saw, when he looked into his eyes? Maybe he heard her voice that often rang off in his head? But he shoved that thought off; although he was going crazy, he wasn’t that crazy. To believe his brother could some how feel what he was feeling? It simply wasn’t possible. Trying to shake the though, he flipped open a page. In it a little piece of paper fell out, falling to the floor. Blade reached down towards the floor, grasping the paper in his hands. It was crumpled, and in bad shape. He did his best to flat out the paper; but it’s too old, and too fragile. He held up the paper in the light. The drawing. Of him and his brother. Nothing fancy, just two stick people, in-front of a house. He smiled for a second, remembering the good times. The time where his family was once that; a family. It warmed his heart for a bit; but it wouldn’t be long enough. Too much damage, more in need of repair. On the paper however, something caught his eyes. ‘’Bound By Blood’’ -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It never ends (The scene opens up to a big theater. A large poster of Razor hangs above the stage. If a picture said a thousand words? Razor stands on a podium, while people take photos nearly blinding Level-One in the process) Man #1: Razor…Razor, over here. I’m over here! (Razor looks around in the crowd while squinting his eyes. A man stands up on a chair before calling out his name again, Razor looks and sees a midget before mouthing the words ‘’Oh there you are’’) Midget Man: Razor. Idolized is one of the biggest entertainers alive in wrestling today. How do you believe you stack up to Their legacy? Razor: Your right, Idolized is arguably the BIGGEST entertainers right now in the CZW. Maybe you should ride on his shoulders or something, short stuff! Their legacy? Sure it’s great. Their win column alone could have anyone they faces choke up before they even step foot in the ring. The thing is though, I’m sure before they won the titles—they didn’t have a legacy as great as the champions they beat…but they beat them anyways. That’s what makes this business so great. The champions maybe the champions, but the contenders is the contenders—there both on the same level and either man could win. Midget Man: Well if you’re on the same level as Idolized, why are you so sure you and Blade beat them at overdrive? Razor: You see this is what people fail to understand. When you’re in my position, you can feel things like this. I’ve watched Idolized bounce back and forth with words—it’s easy to see they are in a panic and cannot think straight. That alone can put Blade and I over the edge towards victory. We are in their head—and they knows it, it’s driving them crazy at this point. We are the voice in their head telling them, that their title rein is over. We the empty fuel in Idolized air plane while it’s thousands of feet up in the air—telling them that he’s going to crash and burn, and it’s all going to end. That’s killing them, and we can all see it. The thing is though— Blade and I sure I can beat them for the simple fact, it’s OUR time. I mean yeah we been beaten by them be before, we wasn't ready. Now we have beat them, did we get the pin the champs? No we did we pin Total Mayhem and this time around we won't them we pin the champ so won't hear (Oh Cut Throat Thrillers did us, the champ they pinned Total Mayhem. And so on and on.) Idolized could be the BEST they’s ever been, and it simply won’t be enough because I’m going to put my BETTER into that match. It’s not me underestimating their talents—because Idolized is the cream of the crop of the tag teams of CZW, no doubt. It’s Cut Throat Thrillers however, seeing our own talent as what it is- champions material. You know they can provide the seating for you—but it doesn’t make it comfortable. In other words, Idolized is a great Tag Team champion—but CTT can AND will make a much better one. ( Razor flips over the podium as a bottle of water flips off of it and into the camera lens. The crowd cheers in excitement as Razor head’s off the stage by walking through a large red curtain. As the scene fades away.) |
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