Post by SLAM II on Oct 22, 2009 14:18:29 GMT -4
((this song inspired me. hope you dicks enjoy, if you dont fuck you))
The scene opens up with Slam 2 walking down a long dirt road in the night, he has the AWA title draped over his left shoulder, he is wearing an all black suit, a red tie, and of course his rough looking white cowboy hat. Slam senior comes out of nowhere as if floating behind his son, grinning.[/color]
-David Slam- "This is a road every man in our family has taken. Son I must part you here...Don't let anything stop you along the way"
Slam senior faded away. Slam 2 looked back over his shoulder once again nothing the road behind him was to dark too see back down. He adjusted the title and continued to walk. Lighting struck in the distance, a slow steady rain began to fall, and Slam 2 continued walking.[/color]
-'The Ego' Micheal Windsor- "Give up Slam junior, you don't have the talent or will to hold that title. Why are you making this journey? Your a waste of life"
-'The Role-Model' Anthony Jordan- "Ripper is going to tear you apart Sunday, I believe you should just give up Slam"
-Timothy Draven- "Your father and you have alot in common, failures"
Slam 2 stopped walking, ahead of him was the silhouette of three men. The lighting struck again revealing Windsor, Jordan, and Draven. Slam 2 continued to walk towards them fists clenched tight.[/color]
-'The Ego' Micheal Windsor- "Your a druggie, and a mock champion! The match you are going to have will be a shambles, the match will be a wash out and the match will be irrelivant within moments of it coming to a thankful end because after that match, your hero, your mentor and your future AWA World Champion will be in the ring, in the MAIN EVENT and i will save the damn show from going down the toilet!"
Slam 2 approached Windsor first, face to face with a demon. Slam 2 swung hitting Windsor, but the pain was only inflicted on himself, he swung again hitting Windsor harder, but the pain only hit him cutting him under his left eye. Windsor laughed.[/color]
-'The Ego' Micheal Windsor- "Sad junior, I'm going to be happy sending you back to the gutter"
Windsor laughed and faded away. Slam 2 with the blood running down his eye came face to face with Jordan.[/color]
-'The Role-Model' Anthonu Jordan- "No, I did not run from the original, broken down David Slam. It is just that I am not used to being around him and when body odor like that closes in on you, the natural reaction is to flee. However, once I got my barrings back, I settled the matter.""
Images of Jordan beating Slam senior flooded Slam 2's head, but it wasn't his father he was seeing instead it was himself being kicked around, thrown around, and choked. Slam 2 fell to his knees feeling each blow of pain, Jordan laughed.[/color]
-'The Role-Model' Anthony Jordan- "You gave up the one advantage you had. That is why the Slams never went anywhere. You are idiots controlled by your emotions. Rips is going to heal, and he will be in tip-top shape when he comes to take your title."
-David Slam- "Get up boy, finish this. Don't let them get you"
Slam 2 took the title off his shoulder and removed his jacket, then he loosened his tie, and put the title back over his shoulder and stood up.[/color]
-'The Role-Model' Anthony Jordan- "But I have to get ready to have a real wrestling match this Sunday. I have sixty minutes of pain and suffering to inflict on Chris Holtz to prove my superiority, which means more to me than your fool's gold. The winner of Ripper/Slam II might be the champion, but after I win, I will be the very best."
Slam 2 walked past Jordan, but Jordan laughed.[/color]
-'The Role-Model' Anthony Jordan- "There is no retribution at the end of this road junior, no glory for you, no hope of saving the name, and it will only end in punishment and pain for you"
Jordan faded away. Slam kept walking the rain began to fall harder, thunder sounded off like the sound of a gun, and when the lightening hit the earth it shook it to the core. Slam 2 fell, Draven tripped him laughing.[/color]
-Timothy Draven- "Your nothing junior, your family name is piss poor. Money, power, and talent of knowledge is what gets you things junior"
Slam 2 goes to get up, but Draven pushes him back down by brining his foot down across his back, and Draven kicks him hard in the ribs. Slam 2 yells in pain.[/color]
-Timothy Draven- "That my friend is what seperates us from you"
Draven flips him over and kicks him.[/color]
-Timothy Draven- "Money!"
Windsor appears kicking Slam 2 aswell.[/color]
-'The Ego' Micheal Windsor- "Power!"
Jordan then appears and kicks Slam as he is trying to get up again, and the kick catches Slam 2 in the mouth.[/color]
-'The Role-Model' Anthony Jordan- "Talent!"
The three men began to kick Slam 2 at the same time.[/color]
-All Three Men- "Your nothing..."
Then it stopped as the lightening hit the ground, blinding white light. Slam was on his knees clothes torn off, he was bleeding, and the title lay in front of him, as was Ripper with his cow-prod. He pokes Slam 2 with it, then again, again, again, again, and again followed by a knee to his face.[/color]
-'Hardcore Madman' Ripper- "Sorry Slam I don’t have the time, patience nor the actual ability to care about what you think. You see you’ve been running your mouth for a month now about how you’re the best and how you want MJW. About how you want to beat him but that isn’t important at the moment. You see this Sunday you are walking into the ring with me. The hardcore madman. I’m willing to admit that last month you beat me and that is why you are the one walking around with that title and not me. “
He stomps on Slam again.[/color]
-'The Hardcore Manman' Ripper- "But the fact of the matter and you know this. This match on Sunday is a completely different match from the one we had last month. This one is just you and me. One and one and Slam you know you can’t beat me. Sure you can talk the talk but when it comes to walking the walk you don’t have what it takes.”
He stomps Slam 2 again.[/color]
-'The Hardcore Manman' Ripper- "As long as I'm breathing, I'm going to take that title from you"
Ripper poked Slam 2 again with the cow-prod, then he kicked him, and he then a man in all black stood over Slam 2 holding a long peice of paper. Slam 2 laid there breathing hard, his body was bruised, and the blood from his nose and face puddled under his head, and around the title.[/color]
-David Slam- "Now son you passed your tribulations..."
-Slam 2- "This means nothing...I'm broken...I feel all pain now..."
-Man- "No Slam, I can help you there"
Slam senior held out his handto his son, Slam 2 looked at through the blood in his eyes, and he smacked it away. He rolled over to his knees grunting holding his side.[/color]
-Man- "I can give you everything Mister Slam, I can do anything"
Slam 2 grabbed the AWA undisputed championship and he pushed himself up, yelling in pain, and through his gritted teeth.[/color]
-Man- "I can take away your pain, I can take that pain, and I can inflict it on Ripper"
Slam 2 whipped the blood off his face and looked around.[/color]
-Slam 2- "Where are we?"
-David Slam- "The crossroads..."
-Man- "And at the crossroads..."
-Slam 2- "You can meet the Devil"
The man laughed at Slam 2.[/color]
-Man- "That is right, but only if you passed the test keeping to the road"
-David Slam- "You meet the ghosts of the things that are trying to keep you down son"
-Man- "Ghosts of real men who are trying to keep you down with their material things"
-Slam 2- "Yeah and what do you offer?"
The man laughed again, only this time his laughter was dry, and it angered the sky sending a loud deafening thunder.[/color]
-Man- "I can offer everything. For a price of course"
-Slam 2- "My soul?"
-Man- "Sign here and you will be keeping that title, you will make the foundation of the Connection crumble, and you will make history"
Slam senior took a pen from his pocket and handed it to Slam 2. The man held the parchment up a smile on his face, it was untrustworthy. Slam 2's eyes flashed red and he grinned back aswell. He then took the pen and stabbed it into the eye of the man who screeched in pain! He then erupted into flames.[/color]
-Slam 2- "I don't need this...I've done sold my soul once. I don't need your help good sir! I've got a devil already on my shoulder...."
Then Slam 2 laughed as the scene flashed white. Slam 2 was sitting in a chair, feet resting on another chair, and he was grinning.[/color]
-Slam 2- "I can inflict the pain myself, Ripper I'll see you Sunday"
The scene opens up with Slam 2 walking down a long dirt road in the night, he has the AWA title draped over his left shoulder, he is wearing an all black suit, a red tie, and of course his rough looking white cowboy hat. Slam senior comes out of nowhere as if floating behind his son, grinning.[/color]
-David Slam- "This is a road every man in our family has taken. Son I must part you here...Don't let anything stop you along the way"
Slam senior faded away. Slam 2 looked back over his shoulder once again nothing the road behind him was to dark too see back down. He adjusted the title and continued to walk. Lighting struck in the distance, a slow steady rain began to fall, and Slam 2 continued walking.[/color]
-'The Ego' Micheal Windsor- "Give up Slam junior, you don't have the talent or will to hold that title. Why are you making this journey? Your a waste of life"
-'The Role-Model' Anthony Jordan- "Ripper is going to tear you apart Sunday, I believe you should just give up Slam"
-Timothy Draven- "Your father and you have alot in common, failures"
Slam 2 stopped walking, ahead of him was the silhouette of three men. The lighting struck again revealing Windsor, Jordan, and Draven. Slam 2 continued to walk towards them fists clenched tight.[/color]
-'The Ego' Micheal Windsor- "Your a druggie, and a mock champion! The match you are going to have will be a shambles, the match will be a wash out and the match will be irrelivant within moments of it coming to a thankful end because after that match, your hero, your mentor and your future AWA World Champion will be in the ring, in the MAIN EVENT and i will save the damn show from going down the toilet!"
Slam 2 approached Windsor first, face to face with a demon. Slam 2 swung hitting Windsor, but the pain was only inflicted on himself, he swung again hitting Windsor harder, but the pain only hit him cutting him under his left eye. Windsor laughed.[/color]
-'The Ego' Micheal Windsor- "Sad junior, I'm going to be happy sending you back to the gutter"
Windsor laughed and faded away. Slam 2 with the blood running down his eye came face to face with Jordan.[/color]
-'The Role-Model' Anthonu Jordan- "No, I did not run from the original, broken down David Slam. It is just that I am not used to being around him and when body odor like that closes in on you, the natural reaction is to flee. However, once I got my barrings back, I settled the matter.""
Images of Jordan beating Slam senior flooded Slam 2's head, but it wasn't his father he was seeing instead it was himself being kicked around, thrown around, and choked. Slam 2 fell to his knees feeling each blow of pain, Jordan laughed.[/color]
-'The Role-Model' Anthony Jordan- "You gave up the one advantage you had. That is why the Slams never went anywhere. You are idiots controlled by your emotions. Rips is going to heal, and he will be in tip-top shape when he comes to take your title."
-David Slam- "Get up boy, finish this. Don't let them get you"
Slam 2 took the title off his shoulder and removed his jacket, then he loosened his tie, and put the title back over his shoulder and stood up.[/color]
-'The Role-Model' Anthony Jordan- "But I have to get ready to have a real wrestling match this Sunday. I have sixty minutes of pain and suffering to inflict on Chris Holtz to prove my superiority, which means more to me than your fool's gold. The winner of Ripper/Slam II might be the champion, but after I win, I will be the very best."
Slam 2 walked past Jordan, but Jordan laughed.[/color]
-'The Role-Model' Anthony Jordan- "There is no retribution at the end of this road junior, no glory for you, no hope of saving the name, and it will only end in punishment and pain for you"
Jordan faded away. Slam kept walking the rain began to fall harder, thunder sounded off like the sound of a gun, and when the lightening hit the earth it shook it to the core. Slam 2 fell, Draven tripped him laughing.[/color]
-Timothy Draven- "Your nothing junior, your family name is piss poor. Money, power, and talent of knowledge is what gets you things junior"
Slam 2 goes to get up, but Draven pushes him back down by brining his foot down across his back, and Draven kicks him hard in the ribs. Slam 2 yells in pain.[/color]
-Timothy Draven- "That my friend is what seperates us from you"
Draven flips him over and kicks him.[/color]
-Timothy Draven- "Money!"
Windsor appears kicking Slam 2 aswell.[/color]
-'The Ego' Micheal Windsor- "Power!"
Jordan then appears and kicks Slam as he is trying to get up again, and the kick catches Slam 2 in the mouth.[/color]
-'The Role-Model' Anthony Jordan- "Talent!"
The three men began to kick Slam 2 at the same time.[/color]
-All Three Men- "Your nothing..."
Then it stopped as the lightening hit the ground, blinding white light. Slam was on his knees clothes torn off, he was bleeding, and the title lay in front of him, as was Ripper with his cow-prod. He pokes Slam 2 with it, then again, again, again, again, and again followed by a knee to his face.[/color]
-'Hardcore Madman' Ripper- "Sorry Slam I don’t have the time, patience nor the actual ability to care about what you think. You see you’ve been running your mouth for a month now about how you’re the best and how you want MJW. About how you want to beat him but that isn’t important at the moment. You see this Sunday you are walking into the ring with me. The hardcore madman. I’m willing to admit that last month you beat me and that is why you are the one walking around with that title and not me. “
He stomps on Slam again.[/color]
-'The Hardcore Manman' Ripper- "But the fact of the matter and you know this. This match on Sunday is a completely different match from the one we had last month. This one is just you and me. One and one and Slam you know you can’t beat me. Sure you can talk the talk but when it comes to walking the walk you don’t have what it takes.”
He stomps Slam 2 again.[/color]
-'The Hardcore Manman' Ripper- "As long as I'm breathing, I'm going to take that title from you"
Ripper poked Slam 2 again with the cow-prod, then he kicked him, and he then a man in all black stood over Slam 2 holding a long peice of paper. Slam 2 laid there breathing hard, his body was bruised, and the blood from his nose and face puddled under his head, and around the title.[/color]
-David Slam- "Now son you passed your tribulations..."
-Slam 2- "This means nothing...I'm broken...I feel all pain now..."
-Man- "No Slam, I can help you there"
Slam senior held out his handto his son, Slam 2 looked at through the blood in his eyes, and he smacked it away. He rolled over to his knees grunting holding his side.[/color]
-Man- "I can give you everything Mister Slam, I can do anything"
Slam 2 grabbed the AWA undisputed championship and he pushed himself up, yelling in pain, and through his gritted teeth.[/color]
-Man- "I can take away your pain, I can take that pain, and I can inflict it on Ripper"
Slam 2 whipped the blood off his face and looked around.[/color]
-Slam 2- "Where are we?"
-David Slam- "The crossroads..."
-Man- "And at the crossroads..."
-Slam 2- "You can meet the Devil"
The man laughed at Slam 2.[/color]
-Man- "That is right, but only if you passed the test keeping to the road"
-David Slam- "You meet the ghosts of the things that are trying to keep you down son"
-Man- "Ghosts of real men who are trying to keep you down with their material things"
-Slam 2- "Yeah and what do you offer?"
The man laughed again, only this time his laughter was dry, and it angered the sky sending a loud deafening thunder.[/color]
-Man- "I can offer everything. For a price of course"
-Slam 2- "My soul?"
-Man- "Sign here and you will be keeping that title, you will make the foundation of the Connection crumble, and you will make history"
Slam senior took a pen from his pocket and handed it to Slam 2. The man held the parchment up a smile on his face, it was untrustworthy. Slam 2's eyes flashed red and he grinned back aswell. He then took the pen and stabbed it into the eye of the man who screeched in pain! He then erupted into flames.[/color]
-Slam 2- "I don't need this...I've done sold my soul once. I don't need your help good sir! I've got a devil already on my shoulder...."
Then Slam 2 laughed as the scene flashed white. Slam 2 was sitting in a chair, feet resting on another chair, and he was grinning.[/color]
-Slam 2- "I can inflict the pain myself, Ripper I'll see you Sunday"
