Post by John Black on Aug 25, 2022 15:57:51 GMT -5
[It opens up to clips of Dionysus highlight reels in AW, and some clips of Ashton Thomas’s stuff as well. Then we see a shot of a junkyard, where the camera pans to see a 12 year old boy in a hoodie with a baseball bat, coming into the scene smashing up a new Rolls Royce, then a voices is heard as we see this kid destroying this new car.]
Thoughts: Look, I never was the type of guy to be on that gucci, lexus or all the higher, finer things in life. Most of the time, I sit back and watch the world obsess over who’s the richest, who’s the finest, and who’s the most over person on the planet with money. I anit gonna lie, I once was a person who was jealous over people having the finer things in life, shit most of my clothes as a kid was thrifting, and my shoes was hand me downs from all my oldest cousins. Once I gotten a bit older, I started to obsess over being this person who LOVED being held in high regard. All the clothes, cars, shoes and anything that was luxury is what I strived for.
Looking back at it, it was a mistake. It bred this contempt of wanting to be this person that I dont want to become, and i’m talkin about those who think they are better then everyone else. Those people who tend to think money and status will get them by, which always seems to be the case, hell take a look at someone like Elon Musk or even Holden Ross, they scream “IM BETTER THAN YOU PLEBS'' everytime the waltz around those elitist looking people. Shit I had this one time fantasy of going to those rich folks and rob them for all they shit, and flip back into the hood for a low price of free .99 at a pawn shop.
[Then the kid then pulls out a spraycan and sprayed “DION IZ POOPY” on the hood of the car. Then he goes to the other side of the smashed car and sprayed “ASHTON IZ POOPY”, then he grabs something in the front seat of the smashed window that had a hole in it, and he pulls out a card that says “The Elite Club” and he rips it off. Then goes to the trunk and opens to see a look like Dionysus and Ashton in the trunk, who are struggling to break out. The kid slams the trunk. Then he looks at the damage he did to the car.]
Thoughts: I guess the kid went too far in destroying this fine car, such a shame that the car owners are stuffed in the trunk. What fate do they have? Only the crusher will inform them of that fate. But will there be divine intervention for the kidnapped rich guys?
Well honestly, it doesn’t even matter because they got enough connections in the world that they don’t need any divine intervention, the got all the money and status that they don’t need to worry about morality. They don’t even have to think about others, but for themselves and let me tell you something about that, that anit the mindset i’d like to be on for as long as I live.
As time grows, we are coming closer to the end of the years. Now, I have this once in a lifetime moment to up head those who have the currency and status above all else. I am talkin about an “uprising” against those who think poverty and inequalities shouldn’t be accounted for. There are two people who are in lane, and i’ll say they are Dionysus and Ashton Thomas, the two more oblivious minded people I have yet to encounter.
[Then the kid had a change of heart, and he releases the look a like guys, but he pulls up the bat and threatens them with it, then they strip to their tighty whites and run out of the junkyard, where the kid picks some money and leaves the junkyard. As he walks down the street, he encounters some muggers, and the kid beats the muggers with the bat. After that, we see the kid simply walking down the street with blood on his bat, somewhere at night.]
Thoughts: I already know that the world would want someone like Dionysus to win all his trial and tribulations to the crowd of some. The same crowd who think that a man of his stature is worth it to buy into. He might as well say “I’m intellectually superior than the rest” on his Damien Sandow tip, while having the sheeple fall into his mind control. Am I accusing him of something that isn’t true?
Only time will tell…
Dionysus is a man who everyone wants to vouch for, since he got a tenure longer then most professors in Harvard Uni in AW. He might even have keys to some city somewhere, he’s that important enough that a public ballot at home… he’s gotten the majority votes that would make a mayor in his hometown shriek in fear due to how influential he is. Sometimes, an influencer has to come down to reality and understand that they are no better than any of us.
Another one of his elite clubs is Ashton Thomas, I guess it’s a playoff Ashton Martin car and whatnot. I know he doesn’t have much of an edge within the firing line of AW’s fans yet, but his own demeanor would make anyone want to question his ideologies with his wealth and brains. He screams the modern day social media influencers, who need constant validation to prove he is cool, hip, and full of life and energy with a high following counts. Brand deals are more suited to him, then him tryin to act like he can wrestle in the heat of the moment.
[Then the kid walks to an alleyway, and it shifts to JB walking down the alleyway with the same bat and hoodie as continues to walk down the path of nowhere and uncertainty.]
JB: Don’t get me wrong, it’s fun to have the support of the people vouching for you. It’s okay to have brand deals due to your high count of follows, oh it’s also alright to think you are next in line to be a millionaire before the age of 60, but what I don’t fuck with is the idea that they are better then the rest of us. We eat, shit, breath, and die all the same way in life even if you don’t got shit in your name or you been fed a sliver spoon your whole life.
I guess when I walk to Uprising, I will walk far along to see where that time to shine is between those two upper class men who AW is preaching about in the ring and backstage. I know I don’t got a chance in hell i’ll beat either of them in their own games, but I know I can show them what hard living is like at that PPV. They can sit in they fancy homes and car, and have the world suckin their dicks as they don’t need to pay attention with the world.
Me, myself, and I will SHOW them both how shit is like in the world, and I don’t need to think about just having some old boring ass match, I am going to take to the streets and will bring the fire to watch their duckets burn as I do my thing. They will know who John Black is, the fans of them will understand who John Black is, and the world in Queens will understand on who the fuck is John Black. I am fighting not for me, but for THEM… for THEM I am fighting for this coming Sunday.
[Then trail of fire flows in front of him, and it lead to an explosive that had money inside of the can, and JB simply watches the money burn in the can as the scene cuts off abruptly.]
