Isaiah 57:21 Destruction of the Wicked
Aug 27, 2018 21:23:18 GMT -5
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Post by Holden Ross on Aug 27, 2018 21:23:18 GMT -5
*Coming out of the last show, Holden has clearly aligned himself with Gabriel and Seromine, joining up with them, Destiny, and Tyler Scott in a move that shadows his father. His father initially joined the “4:20 Flock” as their muscle and, after landing and roosting in the N.L.C.W., he used his momentum from the Flock to move on to bigger, and better, opportunities. Now it is Holden's time to make a name for himself.
His father made the phone call to Gabriel and the wheels were put into motion. Now, he is in the driver's seat of his career and now he must blaze his own trail…. Perhaps following some of the same paths his father took, sure, but in the end, a whole different outcome. Currently, the P.C.W. upstart is sitting on the open tailgate of his pick-up with a blunt burning between his lips. He appears to be inside a parking garage and the roar of a hard rain is the soundtrack. Sitting behind him, on the wheel swell in the bed, is Kinsey, her blonde hair in double French braids hanging just past her bare shoulders. The “AC/DC” tank top clings to her breasts and is cut off just above her belly button. She has a joint of her own…..*
After completely humiliating Steve the Pirate I am now in a match with my newfound Comrade, Gabriel. My Father knew him long ago, a different Gabe, the same one Angelo knew. My Father says Gabriel is someone new, a side he has never seen… and one of the greatest in ring talents he has ever had the pleasure to share the ring with. Tyler is also his old acquaintance and, as fate would have it, my Father was married, and managed by, a woman named Destiny.
We are facing the King of the Mountain here in Pure Class, Kyle Shane, who's credentials don’t need discussed. He is the man. And as a great man once said, “To be the man you gotta beat the man.” A truer statement couldn’t be made….
*He takes a long pull from his blunt before flicking the roach off camera. The plume he exhales is snatched up by the wind and carried away. He looks back at Kinsey and blows her a kiss before continuing.*
I make no illusions, no assumptions that we are going to breeze through this match. Kyle is no slouch. His partner I know jack and shit about. Other than his name is reminiscent of a shitty nineties comic hero. Mister Pure… pfft….
*He waves his hand in a dismissive gesture at the end of that sentence.*
One thing both my Father and my other trainer, Mister Ethan Andrews taught me never to underestimate my opponents. Truth be told, that is hard to do when you are better than roughly everyone else walking the face of this planet. If everyone wrestled the way they were supposed to, I’d win…every time…
*Both he and his companion burst into laughter. His ends after a moment but she continues to giggle, clearly baked like a brownie at grammas.*
I am here in P.C.W. to hone my skills, learn from everyone I face before moving on to bigger and greener pastures. Kyle Shane and Mister Pure are nothing more than future footnotes in the history of one of the greatest wrestlers ever to step foot in the ring. Make no mistake; I will be known as one of the greatest. Not just here in P.C.W. But all over the World!
*His voice echoes back at him. Kinsey slips over the side of the bed of the truck and walks around to kiss him on the cheek. He grins and slaps her on the ass as she rounds the back of the truck and proceeds to walk to the driver’s side door, before opening it, and climbing behind the wheel. His eyes were on her the entire time before turning his attention back to the camera.*
You throw everything you got at us. He's got his Divine protection while I choose the more immediate Path; the Path of Destruction. “There is no peace," says my God, "for the wicked.” And there is noone more Wicked than I. I will not rest until I prove to Him and the rest of the World I am the Greatest big man to set foot in a ring. Anywhere…..
*The trucks engine rumbles to life and after a moment of only the sound of the rumbling engine, Eazy E's “Sorry Louie” thumps from within. Holden slips off the tailgate and shuts it before turning once more to face the camera.*
I gotta bounce but don’t worry, I'll be there at Trauma alongside Gabe, and we're gonna show the World just how overrated Kyle truly is. And how much of a joke this douchebag Pure is. He's got “talent enhancement written all over him. See ya soon, chumps. This is your World in whish we have grown…. And we have grown to hate you….
*Holden approaches the passenger side door and as he reaches for the handle the engine revs briefly and the idle drops. He is barely inside the cab, the door still open, when she drops it into gear and lays rubber on the cement flooring. The engine roar is deafening and the blueish-gray smoke from the spinning rear wheels envelops the camera as it fades to black.*
His father made the phone call to Gabriel and the wheels were put into motion. Now, he is in the driver's seat of his career and now he must blaze his own trail…. Perhaps following some of the same paths his father took, sure, but in the end, a whole different outcome. Currently, the P.C.W. upstart is sitting on the open tailgate of his pick-up with a blunt burning between his lips. He appears to be inside a parking garage and the roar of a hard rain is the soundtrack. Sitting behind him, on the wheel swell in the bed, is Kinsey, her blonde hair in double French braids hanging just past her bare shoulders. The “AC/DC” tank top clings to her breasts and is cut off just above her belly button. She has a joint of her own…..*
After completely humiliating Steve the Pirate I am now in a match with my newfound Comrade, Gabriel. My Father knew him long ago, a different Gabe, the same one Angelo knew. My Father says Gabriel is someone new, a side he has never seen… and one of the greatest in ring talents he has ever had the pleasure to share the ring with. Tyler is also his old acquaintance and, as fate would have it, my Father was married, and managed by, a woman named Destiny.
We are facing the King of the Mountain here in Pure Class, Kyle Shane, who's credentials don’t need discussed. He is the man. And as a great man once said, “To be the man you gotta beat the man.” A truer statement couldn’t be made….
*He takes a long pull from his blunt before flicking the roach off camera. The plume he exhales is snatched up by the wind and carried away. He looks back at Kinsey and blows her a kiss before continuing.*
I make no illusions, no assumptions that we are going to breeze through this match. Kyle is no slouch. His partner I know jack and shit about. Other than his name is reminiscent of a shitty nineties comic hero. Mister Pure… pfft….
*He waves his hand in a dismissive gesture at the end of that sentence.*
One thing both my Father and my other trainer, Mister Ethan Andrews taught me never to underestimate my opponents. Truth be told, that is hard to do when you are better than roughly everyone else walking the face of this planet. If everyone wrestled the way they were supposed to, I’d win…every time…
*Both he and his companion burst into laughter. His ends after a moment but she continues to giggle, clearly baked like a brownie at grammas.*
I am here in P.C.W. to hone my skills, learn from everyone I face before moving on to bigger and greener pastures. Kyle Shane and Mister Pure are nothing more than future footnotes in the history of one of the greatest wrestlers ever to step foot in the ring. Make no mistake; I will be known as one of the greatest. Not just here in P.C.W. But all over the World!
*His voice echoes back at him. Kinsey slips over the side of the bed of the truck and walks around to kiss him on the cheek. He grins and slaps her on the ass as she rounds the back of the truck and proceeds to walk to the driver’s side door, before opening it, and climbing behind the wheel. His eyes were on her the entire time before turning his attention back to the camera.*
You throw everything you got at us. He's got his Divine protection while I choose the more immediate Path; the Path of Destruction. “There is no peace," says my God, "for the wicked.” And there is noone more Wicked than I. I will not rest until I prove to Him and the rest of the World I am the Greatest big man to set foot in a ring. Anywhere…..
*The trucks engine rumbles to life and after a moment of only the sound of the rumbling engine, Eazy E's “Sorry Louie” thumps from within. Holden slips off the tailgate and shuts it before turning once more to face the camera.*
I gotta bounce but don’t worry, I'll be there at Trauma alongside Gabe, and we're gonna show the World just how overrated Kyle truly is. And how much of a joke this douchebag Pure is. He's got “talent enhancement written all over him. See ya soon, chumps. This is your World in whish we have grown…. And we have grown to hate you….
*Holden approaches the passenger side door and as he reaches for the handle the engine revs briefly and the idle drops. He is barely inside the cab, the door still open, when she drops it into gear and lays rubber on the cement flooring. The engine roar is deafening and the blueish-gray smoke from the spinning rear wheels envelops the camera as it fades to black.*