Post by AdamYoung on Feb 5, 2018 6:30:58 GMT -5
Adam is reading the sports page of the Abilene Reporter News in his den in baggy black shorts, ash grey Funk U t-shirt.
Adam- First round of the tourny and I draw Roy Speed. Roy boy don't know if you look over the other matches but which ever one of us wins this one is a sure lock for the championship match. Nice booking guys.
Adam throws the paper at the camera.
Adam- For those of you damn rookies here in Action Wrestling let me introduce myself to you, I am Adam Young, the Ultra heel. Some of you think your the biggest heel in wrestling, nah brah that is me and will always be me. I'm so fucking heel the fans love me for it. Chants of "You Sick Bastard"
as I stroll towards the ring and little kids just sticking their hands out to just touch me. You'll see g-strings thrown at me and old ladies kissing me on the cheek. I'm the most known and most traveled wrestler on the roster. I straight up speak my mind and don't give two fucks if you like it bitch. I'll quote poems and lyrics just to piss you off and get you off your game. When you step into my office all clowning is over and its time to punch the clock. I am a shooter plain and simple. If I want to hurt you in the ring I will, there is only one man on the roster who can almost match me move for move. I am my own worst enemy.
Adam stands up and walks over to the bar to open up a "Snake Venom" beer.
Adam- In going from room to room in the dark,
I reached out blindly to save my face,
But neglected, however lightly, to lace
My fingers and close my arms in an arc.
A slim door got in past my guard,
And hit me a blow in the head so hard
I had my native simile jarred.
So people and things don't pair any more
With what they used to pair with before.
Adam chugs the beer.
Adam- Roy back in the day we didn't see too much ring time together as I was busy with Corey and Doc while you where busy collecting championships. You covet objects while I covet scars. You call yourself the silver lining but in horror flicks there is nothing but blood and death. Your future here is bleak at best. A first round lose to the man who doesn't need to try and blind the people. Get the popcorn ready cause its going to be one hell of a show.
Adam- First round of the tourny and I draw Roy Speed. Roy boy don't know if you look over the other matches but which ever one of us wins this one is a sure lock for the championship match. Nice booking guys.
Adam throws the paper at the camera.
Adam- For those of you damn rookies here in Action Wrestling let me introduce myself to you, I am Adam Young, the Ultra heel. Some of you think your the biggest heel in wrestling, nah brah that is me and will always be me. I'm so fucking heel the fans love me for it. Chants of "You Sick Bastard"
as I stroll towards the ring and little kids just sticking their hands out to just touch me. You'll see g-strings thrown at me and old ladies kissing me on the cheek. I'm the most known and most traveled wrestler on the roster. I straight up speak my mind and don't give two fucks if you like it bitch. I'll quote poems and lyrics just to piss you off and get you off your game. When you step into my office all clowning is over and its time to punch the clock. I am a shooter plain and simple. If I want to hurt you in the ring I will, there is only one man on the roster who can almost match me move for move. I am my own worst enemy.
Adam stands up and walks over to the bar to open up a "Snake Venom" beer.
Adam- In going from room to room in the dark,
I reached out blindly to save my face,
But neglected, however lightly, to lace
My fingers and close my arms in an arc.
A slim door got in past my guard,
And hit me a blow in the head so hard
I had my native simile jarred.
So people and things don't pair any more
With what they used to pair with before.
Adam chugs the beer.
Adam- Roy back in the day we didn't see too much ring time together as I was busy with Corey and Doc while you where busy collecting championships. You covet objects while I covet scars. You call yourself the silver lining but in horror flicks there is nothing but blood and death. Your future here is bleak at best. A first round lose to the man who doesn't need to try and blind the people. Get the popcorn ready cause its going to be one hell of a show.
The Playground of Life XIX by Khalil Gibran
One hour devoted to the pursuit of Beauty
And Love is worth a full century of glory
Given by the frightened weak to the strong.
From that hour comes man's Truth; and
During that century Truth sleeps between
The restless arms of disturbing dreams.
In that hour the soul sees for herself
The Natural Law, and for that century she
Imprisons herself behind the law of man;
And she is shackled with irons of oppression.
That hour was the inspiration of the Songs
Of Solomon, an that century was the blind
Power which destroyed the temple of Baalbek.
That hour was the birth of the Sermon on the
Mount, and that century wrecked the castles of
Palmyra and the Tower of Babylon.
That hour was the Hegira of Mohammed and that
Century forgot Allah, Golgotha, and Sinai.
One hour devoted to mourning and lamenting the
Stolen equality of the weak is nobler than a
Century filled with greed and usurpation.
It is at that hour when the heart is
Purified by flaming sorrow and
Illuminated by the torch of Love.
And in that century, desires for Truth
Are buried in the bosom of the earth.
That hour is the root which must flourish.
That hour of meditation, the hour of
Prayer, and the hour of a new era of good.
And that century is a life of Nero spent
On self-investment taken solely from
Earthly substance.
This is life.
Portrayed on the stage for ages;
Recorded earthly for centuries;
Lived in strangeness for years;
Sung as a hymn for days;
Exalted but for an hour, but the
Hour is treasured by Eternity as a jewel.
One hour devoted to the pursuit of Beauty
And Love is worth a full century of glory
Given by the frightened weak to the strong.
From that hour comes man's Truth; and
During that century Truth sleeps between
The restless arms of disturbing dreams.
In that hour the soul sees for herself
The Natural Law, and for that century she
Imprisons herself behind the law of man;
And she is shackled with irons of oppression.
That hour was the inspiration of the Songs
Of Solomon, an that century was the blind
Power which destroyed the temple of Baalbek.
That hour was the birth of the Sermon on the
Mount, and that century wrecked the castles of
Palmyra and the Tower of Babylon.
That hour was the Hegira of Mohammed and that
Century forgot Allah, Golgotha, and Sinai.
One hour devoted to mourning and lamenting the
Stolen equality of the weak is nobler than a
Century filled with greed and usurpation.
It is at that hour when the heart is
Purified by flaming sorrow and
Illuminated by the torch of Love.
And in that century, desires for Truth
Are buried in the bosom of the earth.
That hour is the root which must flourish.
That hour of meditation, the hour of
Prayer, and the hour of a new era of good.
And that century is a life of Nero spent
On self-investment taken solely from
Earthly substance.
This is life.
Portrayed on the stage for ages;
Recorded earthly for centuries;
Lived in strangeness for years;
Sung as a hymn for days;
Exalted but for an hour, but the
Hour is treasured by Eternity as a jewel.