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| xShanex | Aug 3 2010, 04:19 AM Post #1 |
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"Cause some things just don't change It's better when they stay the same Although the whole world knows your name So on the biggest days they came to see you spit your game Ooooohhhhhhh It shouldn't be difficult to explain Just why you came back again, you hate the fame Love the game, cold as ice you remain Fuck em' all, tell 'em all eat shit, here we go again" - Marshall Mathers aka "Eminem" ("Cold Wind Blows" off of the "Recovery" album) Pulsating darkness filled our eyes, burned the glimpses of light in our very souls, screaming out for the viewing public to cave in and become a member of the walking dead we call modern day civilized society. It remains empty, silent, void of all life, love, happiness, sorrow, sickness, and death, but in quick time, it becomes the canvas for a painting of mental chaos to be illustrated on. The camera began to shift slightly, the darkness still remaining. Voice 1: "Look in my eeeeeeeeeeyes.................." A flash in the pan, and a hazy glimpse of white and black appears to the far Right. It zooms out, catching it as a single playing card, an Ace of Spades to be exact, inside the center spade resting the vile and horrifying image of an agered skull, it's hatred of something unknown being felt in the hearts of all who observe it, then disappearing in a pitch black mist, plunging our sense back into darkness. Voice 2: "OH MY GOD! A new Internet Champion! Shane wins again!........................." A flash to the left like a lightning bolt through the pitch storm clouds reveals another hazy image, this time a man standing in the center of a wrestling ring, his boyd obviously hurting as he slumpe ddown a bit. His left hand, held by a man in a referee shirt, raised into the air in victory, in his right hand, a beautiful gold championship, blue letters reading "Supreme Wrestling Internet Champion: Gage Padula", but the name did not match the new champion. Surrounded by the screaming fans, at their feet, giving their love to their hero, and the hate to the man he turned too, giving him a middle finger salute as blood rolled down the back of his head onto his white tights reading "The Pinnacle of Perfection". Perfection, yeah right, then how did you get your ass whipped by this relative nobody. The camera focused on the new champion, catching the shock of a lifetime. The face was of Ryan Shane, that was surprisingly enough, smiling, and not of malicious intent, but of geniune happiness. He bowed to the fans, thanking them for their support, before looking at his championship one more time, smirking, then heading to the back. The image then faded once again to black. Voice 3: "THE NEEEEEEEEEEEW CZW X-DIVISION CHAMPIOOOOONNNNN......................." The left side illuminated again, catching the body of Ryan Shane smashing in the ground from his fall from the Ultimate X in the chamber, the CZW X-Division championship in his grasp. The reaction from the fans was a giant leap from before. Snarls of hatred and ill-nature towards him filled his ears, piercing his soul. His smile was gone, his glimmering eyes shaded by thick mascara, his body shrouded in black and steel studs and chains. What was once, now was gone, as he claimed his first check point in Combat Zone Wrestling. Voice 3 again: " "Psycho" SAM AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTIC.................." In an instant the scene of victory was gone, as Ryan appeared now on the right side, the left side darkening, as Ryan was sent for his last "Terror Ride" crashing into the knee of his opponent, and watching with glazed eyes as his glory was taken almost as soon as it began. The scene began fading again, either on it's effect, on the losing of Ryan's consciousness. Voice 4: "I'm every person, you need to be!...................." Images shot like rapid fire from an automatic machine gun. Views into the past of this man's life, what was, and what was gone. Cheering fans morphed into raging enemies, laugh-filled fun and games becomming the crucifixion of Kimo Newton and the Railroad spike on the foreheads of oh so many a victim. The pumping, excitment boosting melodies of past music morphing into the somber march of "I Never Wanted" by As I Lay Dying. Kicks to the head, kendo stick shots, devil horns being thrown into the hair, and a fleurry of more actions ran at the screen, ending with a shot of Ryan, a leather jacket covering his upper body, a psychotic clown with it's arms in and X appearing on the back and the right chest locations in purple, a hand of four aces in each hand, the words "Drug Free" being spelled out by the letters in their corners, the name "Ace Shane" curving underneath it. Steel gray eyes looked out from behind custom sunglasses, a smirk crossing his face. Voice 1: "I'm the Cult of Personaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaality!!!!!" Ryan: "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" A jerk, and it all ended. Ryan Shane shot up inside of his bed like a jack-in-the-box at a nervous child. He breathed in, letting out a loud exhale, and continued the process multiple times, his body out of breath. He wiped his forehead, sweat, it was cold to the touch, his skin almost lifeless and pale as the very sheets that rested upon his half-naked body. His breathing calmed, his last exhale coming out through "O" shaped lips, his eyes closing. Where was he? What the hell was going on? He opened his eyes again, looking through the shadows that accompanied him in his room. A red flash from the corner of the desk that sat across from his bed caught his eye. It was a clock. 2:17, damn, that early? This wasn't like him, nothing like this had happened before now. He looked next to the clock, a small triangle made of cardboard read out directions to ordering movies on-demand in this Holiday Inn. That answered question number one, but his reaction was still a mystery. He looked down to the left of him in his bed. Another body made this their resting place. Though dark as night demanded in the room, Ryan immediately indentified her as Selena Abercrombie. Why wouldn't it be, this was his mate, his girlfriend as some would say. Nerves began catching up with him, his body shaking lightly. What could cure this? He needed air, he needed water. Ryan slowly rose formt he bed, trying with great care not to stir the beautiful women who trusted him enough to share this night with him. He brushed off the black shorts that he wore, walking to the designated bathroom area of the room. "Click" and the lightbulbs lining the mirror bursted into life, causing Ryan's eyes to narrow. Too damn bright, but he couldn't change that. His eyes began to widen, his orbital organs getting stronger as he faced the light. He turned the cold water in the faucet on, scooping a handful up, and rubbing it into his face, a few drops hitting the fake marble counter top. Let's see the results, his tired eyes faced the glass, his mind downloading his own image as it had many times before, but this time something did not compute. He got closer to his own form, looking into his own eyes. He heard his own voice, was he crazy, or was this just his soul finally talking out to the world? "Somebody once told me to not be anyone else but me, nothing else than what I am, and I lived my life like that everyday, loving every second. It was like a gift from some unseen force, and everyday was something new. I had a job I loved, people that loved me, and a view on life that made everything evil just seem like bugs against my windshield as I blazed down that highway called life, just trying to catch the sunset, but just like everyday, that sun has to set eventually." Ryan's head tilted slightly to the left, watching as his doppleganger in the next dimension across from him did the same to the right in this weird dance with himself. The eyes were the portal to the soul, and only now could he peer into his own, and see something was wrong. The more he looked, the deeper he dug, the easier the answer to the question became. "I drove on in the darkness, the headlights on my mental motorcycle burning into the night as I kept going, hoping to one day catch that light that I had lost, but no piece of machinery lasts forever, and my bike broke down, leaving me stranded in the middle of the desert known as the sands of time, lost, scared, unable to find my way home, and even the proudest man can't honestly say they would stay strong in the face of death. How did I survive, I began to see in the dark, because I soon became the dark. What I feared I called home, and what I hated became my friend, my family. I ate what I killed, and ran with wolves. The pack mentality became my life, but even the lowest Omega wolf seeks to lead the pack, especially when the alpha male is less than able to lead. You seek bigger prey, and you fight the other beasts, and I became respected, an Alpha in my own right, but pride is the downfall of empires, and lucky for me I realized this before it was too late. I learned this lesson once, and Sam Attic nailed that last piece into the coffin, and now I can live. That guy, something Starr, can't remember, but his losing of that Internet title, that first taste of gold I ever had, it made him a monster! He was unstoppable, and placed that World title around his waist. It's a lesson I'm about to imply. He kept calling himself the "Bad Guy", he kept drilling these thoughts into my skull like screws, but I'm starting the like the pain, it's a wake up call. Good bye "Straight Edge Curse", good bye "Survivor of a Failing Breed", you're not needed anymore. That sun's rising again, and I'm about to roar that engine, and ride out into the sunrise, starting with the speed bump named Matt Covey. If he's a good guy, then I'm glad I got this call when I did. Two something in the morning, but the sun's coming up on CZW, ready to burn this hero to the ground. Wow, you're the good guy? Then in that case, Matthew........" The lips of Ryan Shane began to curl up, but not into the smirk of malicious intent associated with Ryan since his debut in CZW, but a portal of pride, arrogance even, and confidence, as well as joy. The shackles were broken, and the Ryan that sat in the shadows before now walked into the light. The water ran again, his hands cupping into the pool in the sinkn once again, then scooping his hair back, slicking it to his head and darkening his already near-black hair. He looked down to the counter, seeing his own personal items, and grabbing something. Bringing them to his face and unfolding them, he placed his pair of sunglasses on his face, admiring himself in the mirror with pride, for once. "Say Hello to the Bad Guy." Edited by xShanex, Aug 4 2010, 02:27 PM.
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| xShanex | Aug 3 2010, 04:20 AM Post #2 |
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Static took the screen as it always has, and always will, waiting with anxious nature to show the CZW Nation the man behind the mask, the brand new character inside of the old shell that they've seen for months now. The sparks danced on-screen for a few seconds, before completely disappearing, bringing us to the scene of the event that would flip the table on CZW FOREVER!!!!!!!!! Ok that may be an over-exaggeration, it's just an interview, but believe the hype! Grand Rapids, Michigan. The Van Andel Arena, and within days, CZW Overdrive, the biggest Professional Wrestling showcase around today! So much happening at one time, and with war around the corner, and a Hatewave ready to crash onto the beaches of common life, the nation and the world was on fire! That energy was not lacking in the back halls of the Arena, where CZW's presence was already being felt. Streamers and confetti littered the floors from the previous "CZW Interaction" fan meet and greet kinnda BS that all of these companies are trying to pull off, but let's face it, compared to CZW those guys are like Tinkerbell compared to our Brock Lesnar in a fight. Anyway, the halls were littered by not only the trash, but sad-faced Janitors realizing their lives meant nothing more than sweeping up the remnants of anothers happiness like a guy with a sponge on the set of a porn. As they cleaned away, the camera scoped the scene, picking out the members of this lonely workforce, panning from left to right. As it reached the furthest right it could go, we captured a face none through out CZW, but for different reasons. It was the face of the newly Straight Edge CZW personality, Jenny Jacobs. She stood with pride, a Youthful Aggression YA T-shirt in plain view,her microphone ready in hand. As she brought it up to her lips, the fans could see the black X drawn on the back of it in marker, a sign of the sXe lifestyle. "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to another edition of CZW Backstage! I, of course, am Jenny Jacobs and......" Jenny lost her composure, looking off-screen to her right with a combined glance of utter disbelief and complete shock, dashed with a pinch of confusion and loss of words. It was like she saw a ghost in a darkened hallway, haunting her dreams. He shook it off, trying to be a professional. "I, uh, I thought I was going to be doing an interview with a man who would be extremely angered right now but, damn i don't even know what to say to this. This man was a member of the match of the week last week, but was on the losing end. He is the former CZW X-Division Champion and my fellow Youthful Aggression member, "The stra-" "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa..........." A familiar voice called out, interrupting Jacobs and stopping her in her verbal tracks. Out from the right of the screen entered a sight for unbelieving eyes. The man appeared to be Ryan Shane, but his entire being had been rearranged and redone, an entire physical overhaul. Where his black or white hoody would rest, a designer suit now rested. It was a gray overcoat, a black silk handkerchief placed into the heart pocket, a matching button up shirt placed under the jacket. A matching pair of pants to the jacket were worn on Ryan's bottom-half, and black shoes to match the shirt. Ryan's hair seemed very well cleaned for once, combed back and down to give it more life, the shades from the previous segment placed over his eyes, and three silver necklaces placed around his neck. his hands, which would normally be covered in tattoos, were surprisingly BARE! How the hell was that possible, that was the thought going through everyone's head, including Jenny's as her eyes widened at this shockingly new looking Ryan Shane. "Listen Darlin', don't just go around naming people like you know everything. You assumed, and when you assume, you make an ass out of u and me. The whole "curse" deal is over, and to be honest your introduction skills suck, let me show you how it's done!" Ryan turned to the camera, adjusting his jacket and clearing his throat before flashing a smirk to the camera. He began to speak, but his voice morphed to fit the situation, becomming much more dramatic. "LLLLLLLLLLLLLLADIES AND GENTLEMEN, what you see before you is the chosen one of the combat Zone, the one man army of awesomeness. Now residing in the b-e-a-UTIFUL city of Las Vegas, Nevada, by way of Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada! He weighs in at two-hundred forty-five pounds, stands at Six feet four inches tall! He is the most dangerous man in Youthful Aggression, "The Highlight of the Night", "The Whole Fuckin' Picture", "The Notorious S-X-E", "The ONE MAN CULT OF PERSONAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALITY! RYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN SHAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!" Almost lost by the enthusiasm and pure happiness eminatting from Ryan, Jenny had no reaction as Ryan placed the mic back into her hands, waiting like an impatient child for this interview, tapping his feet on the concrete floor. Jenny tried to begin the interview, but was caught off gaurd as Ryan began pushing his hair in place, looking from behind his shades into the space just above Jenny's eyes. "Ryan.......what the hell are you doing?" "Styling my hair, duh! I'm on T.V. I gotta look sharp. Every girl's crazy 'bout a Sharp Dressed man" Ryan sung as he continued his actions. "Then why are you looking at me?" Ryan stopped, annoyed, as if he was asked the dumbest possible question ever. "'Cause your shiney dome piece is the closest thing to a mirror and I gotta do my thing right now so I guess I have to do this Rambo style and use what I got!" Jenny snapped back, anger filling her eyes. Her questions she had set-up to comfort her YA co-member on his championship lose had been tossed out the proverbial window. She glared holes into the face of Shane, who simply smiled back at her. She lost it. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!?! I thought we were friends, a family?!?! Remember?" Jenny flashed the X on her hands, Ryan simply pushing them off as if they were nothing. "What happened to yours? I thought they were inked on?" "I drew them, notice the changes in the line structure every week. My arm tattoos are real, the hands weren't. Who cares? I don't." "But, I, what about us?!?! What about YA?!?!" Ryan simply laughed, removing the hands he spoke of from the silk-lined pockets of his pants. "Jenny, dear, look around at the real world! Would you rather waste your life following some dude who looks like Josh Newsome's Mini-Me, or live your own life? Last week I had the wake up call I needed. Sam Attic gave me a hell of a fight, and he's a pill-popping maniac, but he's a hell of an athlete, and I mean he beat me, that's a big fucking deal! Now, while I was laying on my back looking into the rafters I heard the voice of Eddie Rowan echo in my head, and it hit me, and I wanna pass this knowledge down to you. Jenny, Straight Edge is a self-revolution, not a global revolution. only by bettering yourself can you help the world. Lead by examble, ya know?" Jenny covered her ears as if she was a Quaker shielding her virgin ears from the mumblings of the devil. She shook her head, forcing these words of truth away from her, trying to keep the teachings of Kirkland in her heart. "No,no,no,no! Brian knows what's right! he's the guide! the sheppard!" "Ok that's how you know he's a poser. Dude goes to one concert and he calls himself edge. Bet it was even an Edge band it was like Maroon 5 or something? Jenny, there is no savior of Straight Edge. No leader, just members. Brothers and Sisters, but I don't think lessons of sXe can save you. I think I need to take you a step further and recite a verse from Book One: Chapter 7 of the teachings of "The Cult of Personality". Life's a Joke, so laugh at it. See you're so down now adays, smile for once. Being Straight Edge is awesome, I should know, but it doesn't have to define you." A spark came to her eyes, a bit of innocence returning to her form as she looked up at Ryan, a smile very slowly creeping to her face. Ryan smiled back, then lost it as he ripped the mic from her hand! "Now give me the mic...." Ryan then gave Jenny a light push, shoving her off-screen as he took up the entire scene, making the camera his own. "And get the hell out of my spotlight! Dude did you see her face, man she is a whore hahahaha!" Ryan shook his head, reaching up with his left hand and removing the shades from his face, closing them on his chest and placing them on the collar of his button up shirt. His arrogant smirk emerged again as he looked into the camera with a feeling of superiority and higher-being. He shook his head, ready to get to the point. "So who's up on the list this week, it's Matthew Covey. Man I hit the freakin' jackpot on this one! You have no idea how many times I've faced this guy already! Covey, wasn't your name The Custodian last time we fought? No? That's funny because I remember him having the SAME......DAMN.....GIMMICK as you! No,no,no, wait, there was a difference, Custodian was funny. You're just kind of a douchebag with a broken nozzle, and that makes you useless. So why do I have to face you this week? Is it a punishment for my loss last week? I mean I fucked up but do they have to throw me down to the low-card so quickly? Is it the whole Straight Edge vs Drunkard thing? I doubt it, that whole angle is overplayed in this organization. I mean we USED to have five members of our roster with Straight Edge in their nicnames, now we have three, and that's two too many, so I'm going to scratch that theory. So I guess it's more as a punishment for you! Yay sweet revenge! From what I hear Ms. Baines don't like ya too much, so she's throwing you to the damn wolf!" Ryan laughed a bit, looking away for a few second sbefore returning his gaze to the camera. "So at Overdrive it's the newly reborn "Cult of Personality" vs CZW's "Bad Ass". Ya know, I kinda wanted to ask about that name. What exactly makes you a quote, unquote "Bad Ass"? I don't really see anything? Is it the leather jacket? Shit I own like five of those! that must make me like the baddest ass or something, right? Is it the drinking, or the smoking? Congrats on that, by the way. Here's a Covey Promo in a nutshell...." Ryan prepared himself, his face morphing to a rediculous shape to mock the face of Matt Covey, his voice deepening to an extreme. "RAAAAAAWWWWR! Me Matt Covey! Me get drunk, talk to imaginary friend, then have sex with pre-paid actress! Me think me extreme but me is really as threatening as the Darth Vader at Comic-Con!" Ryan laughed at his horrible impersonation, the sheer lameness of his attempt getting to him. "Listen man, getting drunk and high and flopping around don't make you a bad ass, it makes you my uncle Pierre. You remind me of that bully in High School. You all remember that guy, right? He wore the leather, the skulls, threatening you to give up your lunch money or he'll kick your ass, and for awhile it worked. Then one day a kid he tried to pick on got sick of it and he punched him right in his fucking nose, and you know what happened? He cried like a bitch! That's exactly what I'm promising at Overdrive. Tune in and the assault I give Covey will be the hardest you've ever seen a Pussy get pounded on live T.V.!" Another cheap pop and the time passed by, RyShane's ever-growing ego almost bursting out of the pores in his skin, his head almost too big for his shoulders. "And that's exactly what you are, Covey, a pussy! I was more "Bad Ass" than you when I wore Mascara and read poetry! You wanna know why? It's because I'm real! I may crack a joke now and then, and maybe I'm a bit too care-free on this deal, but when life throws challenges at me, I face them head on! You drown your pain in beer, burn it up with that chronic! I stare life in the face and smack it like it was my bitch 'cause it is, and so are you! I'm the next generation of Combat, and you're just some toothless old drunk with a chair. You're like Balls Mahoney without the balls...........or the Mahoney! You think you're a big deal? You think you're the "Bee's Knees"? Good, think that, because I'm the god damn wings and stinger and without me CZW's just an ant in a gay-ass stripped sweater!" Ryan's happiness vanished, his smile shattered into a visage of sheer adrenaline and hatred. the thought of this insult, facing this guy who probably lives in his mom's basement just added insult to his injury, and he wouldn't take it anymore! "The line up is going to be capped off by this match, and I'm leaving the arena shocked and awed. Call me Michael Bay, because at Overdrive, I'm going to blow the roof of the Van Andel Arena, and burn Matt Covey to the ground in the process! You wanna call yourself a "Bad Ass", fine, but you're facing the biggest dick in CZW with a pair of brass balls and at Overdrive, you're going to get raped!" Ryan tossed the mic off-screen, pulling his shades off of his collar and placing them back onto the bridge of his nose before pushing them up over his eyes. He stopped, winking into the camera and making a clicking noise with his tongue before walk off-screen. As eh did, Jenny Jacobs returned, the camera in her hand. Her jaw was dropped, never seeing this side of Ryan before. With nothing else to say, she looked into the camera. "Just....wow! All I can say is make sure to tune into Thursday Night Overdrive to see "Bad Ass" Matt covey ta-" Ryan then shot back on-screen in a flash, his face facing Jenny as he screamed at her. "ANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNN-NA-NA-NA-NA-NAAAAAAAAAA Be the ball......" Ryan then immediately exited the screen, leaving jenny completely speechless as the camera simply watched on. When nothing else was thought to happen, the camera began to fade until coming to a completely black, as the video started. Edited by xShanex, Aug 3 2010, 05:25 AM.
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