Post by James Lightening on Feb 24, 2024 0:02:23 GMT -5
(a black screen appears)
“In the darkness of a man's soul the smallest spark can reignite the flame of their passions, a time of rebirth, like a Phoenix from the ashes of their past mistakes, loves and decisions that can never be undone .”
The scene fades in to James looking deep i thought his elbows resting on the onyx surface of a kitchen counter his chin resting in the palm of his right hand currently we can only see the top half of his torso clad in a faded gray AC/DC Hells Bells t-shirt with a bottle of JD and a shot glass in front of him.
James: Well, Well EHWF Please allow me to introduce myself. I'm a man of wealth and taste well. A few dollars and a damn good collection of Names and Accolades…Who is this devilishly Handsome son of bitch I hear you all say well that's simple. I’m the man that's more kick ass than Jackie Chan, will smoke you quicker than that other VanDam that can soar higher than Peter Pan and is prettier than Brad Pitt and if you don't believe that I really don’t give a shit. I am the one, the only god damn True Star of professional wrestling.
James smirk a fire is lit behind his eyes that was once thought extinguished.
James: Damn that shit feels good to say once more, I know your thinking I’m a cocky ass hole your absolutely goddamn right I am and I’m here to show every Buttmonkey in the back that I can live up to it and more.I know what your thinking we’ve heard this shit before and you're probably right as that's the mission statement for every wet behind the ears just out of nappy wannabe superstar has in mind. There are two major differences are I’ve been there done that been that little piss ant and I survived I grew stronger smarter.
The sleeve on James left arm lifts slightly and he glances down at his tattoo.
James: I evolved, I chased three things back then the three G’s Gold Girls and Glory and a few shots of Whisky…I got them all but it was never enough. The need for the next challenge, the next blast of adrenaline was the thing that drove me. You know its always the same. Be you man, woman, beast, demon, weird clown your driven until you find something or some one …
James falls quiet for a moment, the twinkle in his eye lost to a deep unending sadness.
James: Hope its a mother fucker worst drug in the world because every thing it gives you can be taken away in shit storm of epic proportions that you never see coming but when that happens you have two choices stay down or get back up and ask the fates if that;s every thing they’ve got, I ain't ever been one for laying on my back while other do the work fuck that…so the three G’s ain't the focus any longer no its 3 R’s Resolve , Rebirth and Restore.
James takes his bottle, pouring himself a shot.
James: Get ready EHWF because I’m coming and if you come at me with cardboard cut out cookie cutter bull shit well I’ll set your world on fire till you learn to evolve past your limitations,
James raises his glass
James:So here's to getting wild in and out of the ring and to leaving some of you Butt Monkeys Seeing Stars.
Suddenly there's a large bang followed by a crash coming from the next room James rolls his eyes the next part comes through gritted teeth.
James: STEVE…..what the hell have I told you about bringing those oranged faced Dwarves here…
Steve wanders in wearing a Ghostbusters Ice hockey jersey, baseball cap on backwards and a guilty look on his face that screams I know but….
Steve: I didn't bring any Oompa Loompas or mini Terry. I swear we’re playing Cards at T’s next weekend.
A high pitched voice comes from the other room
Voice: UTINNI.
James gives Steve a look that if it could kill would at this moment nuke is ass.
James: What the hell is that then?
Steve: a Jawa I borrowed him from George down at the ranch, when I say borrowed I mean liberated , when I say Liberated I snuck him out under my coat.
James: God damn it Steve the more things change the more they stay the same.
Steve: Could have been worse I could have fetch Bernie hes a Sandperson,
James puts his hands over his face in despair as we fade to black
“In the darkness of a man's soul the smallest spark can reignite the flame of their passions, a time of rebirth, like a Phoenix from the ashes of their past mistakes, loves and decisions that can never be undone .”
The scene fades in to James looking deep i thought his elbows resting on the onyx surface of a kitchen counter his chin resting in the palm of his right hand currently we can only see the top half of his torso clad in a faded gray AC/DC Hells Bells t-shirt with a bottle of JD and a shot glass in front of him.
James: Well, Well EHWF Please allow me to introduce myself. I'm a man of wealth and taste well. A few dollars and a damn good collection of Names and Accolades…Who is this devilishly Handsome son of bitch I hear you all say well that's simple. I’m the man that's more kick ass than Jackie Chan, will smoke you quicker than that other VanDam that can soar higher than Peter Pan and is prettier than Brad Pitt and if you don't believe that I really don’t give a shit. I am the one, the only god damn True Star of professional wrestling.
James smirk a fire is lit behind his eyes that was once thought extinguished.
James: Damn that shit feels good to say once more, I know your thinking I’m a cocky ass hole your absolutely goddamn right I am and I’m here to show every Buttmonkey in the back that I can live up to it and more.I know what your thinking we’ve heard this shit before and you're probably right as that's the mission statement for every wet behind the ears just out of nappy wannabe superstar has in mind. There are two major differences are I’ve been there done that been that little piss ant and I survived I grew stronger smarter.
The sleeve on James left arm lifts slightly and he glances down at his tattoo.
James: I evolved, I chased three things back then the three G’s Gold Girls and Glory and a few shots of Whisky…I got them all but it was never enough. The need for the next challenge, the next blast of adrenaline was the thing that drove me. You know its always the same. Be you man, woman, beast, demon, weird clown your driven until you find something or some one …
James falls quiet for a moment, the twinkle in his eye lost to a deep unending sadness.
James: Hope its a mother fucker worst drug in the world because every thing it gives you can be taken away in shit storm of epic proportions that you never see coming but when that happens you have two choices stay down or get back up and ask the fates if that;s every thing they’ve got, I ain't ever been one for laying on my back while other do the work fuck that…so the three G’s ain't the focus any longer no its 3 R’s Resolve , Rebirth and Restore.
James takes his bottle, pouring himself a shot.
James: Get ready EHWF because I’m coming and if you come at me with cardboard cut out cookie cutter bull shit well I’ll set your world on fire till you learn to evolve past your limitations,
James raises his glass
James:So here's to getting wild in and out of the ring and to leaving some of you Butt Monkeys Seeing Stars.
Suddenly there's a large bang followed by a crash coming from the next room James rolls his eyes the next part comes through gritted teeth.
James: STEVE…..what the hell have I told you about bringing those oranged faced Dwarves here…
Steve wanders in wearing a Ghostbusters Ice hockey jersey, baseball cap on backwards and a guilty look on his face that screams I know but….
Steve: I didn't bring any Oompa Loompas or mini Terry. I swear we’re playing Cards at T’s next weekend.
A high pitched voice comes from the other room
Voice: UTINNI.
James gives Steve a look that if it could kill would at this moment nuke is ass.
James: What the hell is that then?
Steve: a Jawa I borrowed him from George down at the ranch, when I say borrowed I mean liberated , when I say Liberated I snuck him out under my coat.
James: God damn it Steve the more things change the more they stay the same.
Steve: Could have been worse I could have fetch Bernie hes a Sandperson,
James puts his hands over his face in despair as we fade to black