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"The Malice of Mind" Tristan Slade; Mind bottling, isn't it?
Topic Started: Oct 10 2011, 11:28 PM (316 Views)
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One went down the rabbit hole....
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Wrestler's Name: Tristiano Slater
Wrestler's Nickname: Tristan Slade, The Malice of Mind, The Mention of Your Attention, The Creative Conductor, The Most Known Unknown.
How did you find us: I was a member, original member. BOITCH!
Height: 5'10
Weight: 220
Hometown: Fresno, California
Billed From: Maui, Hawaii

Appearance:
- Hair color/length: Short, bangs in front of face, naturally a dirty blonde but recently dyed it black.
- Eye color: Blue
- Facial Hair: small beard and soul patch.
- Ring Attire: Outside of the ring and during his entrance he wears a black leather jacket with studs on top of the hood and no shirt underneath. He wears tight black jeans with a chain in the back pocket and red and black converse limited edition wolverine shoes, he designed the shoe design himself and made converse make him a pair.

In the ring he usually wears dark colored tights, a mix of red and black Japanese and urban designs. No shirt, a black arm band on his upper right arm with a red colored "M" on it which basically looks like the monster energy drink symbol, but red. Two wrist bands, left wrist one is black, right one is red, the red one has the face of venom on it, black outlined, the black wrist band has the face of hulk on it, red outlined.

He wears black and red padded ring boots, Velcro straps on em, large, and designed differently each time he competes. He also has black knee pads with red blood designs dripping down on them and the patterns glow in the dark. Lastly he wears ONE elbow pad on his right elbow, which is a two toned color of red and black, like a gradient.
- Backstage Attire: Same as entrance attire, except wears a black v-neck underneath.
- Physical Features: Pretty well built for his height, slight six pack.
- Tattoos: None that need mentioning.
- Other features: N/A

Gimmick: Creative and rebellious genius outside society's veil.
Strength/Weakness: Strengths are he is very intelligent and good with art, weaknesses are he is impatient and believes nobody is ever quite successful at anything, driving him to insanity at the thought sometimes, he can lose control of his emotions and instincts take over.
Alignment: Heel
Trained By: Various underground wrestlers, mostly the dirty tactical bunch.
Character Rep: Chris Sabin

Sample Pic of Wrestler:

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Brief History: A former tattoo and independent paint artist, Tristan lived a secluded lifestyle trying to sell his pieces to various individuals and small businesses, even museums, but due to his works often times...graphic...nature and very real depictions of today's society, his work is denied almost every time. He was adopted and never met his birth parents and refuses to, he spent most of his entire lifetime living in a foster home after being handed off like bread from family to family, each one teaching him different lessons, giving him different experiences, but none of them actually KEPT him.

After reaching the legal age of 18 Tristan stole money from the foster care's account without consent and used it to buy a small shack on the outskirts of Maui, using most of what he could take to travel to Hawaii to try and sell his art there. Still failing at selling his work and being looked for by authorities for stealing money, Tristan completely lost it and attempted to leave the country entirely, but was stopped by a very collected and composed man at the airport nearby who also happened to be a talent agent for local underground wrestling circuits.

The agent named Jackson Gabes, or Jackie Black as natives called him in Hawaii, offered Tristan a job as a superstar in his circuits after liking his "style" and realizing the "potential" he had, especially with his creative wit. Having no other choice in the matter with very little money, Tristan accepts the offer and ends up one of JB's greatest successes. After a long term contract with various underground companies throughout Hawaii, Jackie decided Tristan needed to go bigger. He got Tristan a contract with the newly reopened MWE for bigger revenue and exposure and ultimately lead Tristan to a dream come true that he didn't even know he had.

Deciding to pass off the underground wrestling business to his cousin, JB made the decision to leave Hawaii with Tristan and follow him to the MWE as his manager and close friend, but moreso like a father than anything else to Tristan, Slade always comes to him for any sort of final say or confirmation of heavy decisions. Now the two of them plan to devastate the locker room and show MWE what a little creative rebellion can do to a big name brand completely prepared to root out the weak from the strong.

Title History: N/A



Entrance Music: Celldweller Ft. Fort Minor Scardonia(Remember The Name Mix)

Entrance description: The cameras first get clouded with a picture of a crooked Mona Lisa for a few moments, soon it breaks, then when the words "Ten Percent Luck" start during the song "Scardonia" red laser lights shoot up from the ground cutting through a puff of smoke as Tristan strides slowly up the ramp letting his arms dangle at his sides. He takes his sweet time looking around him carelessly at the audience. He receives heavy boo's but still he continues to slowly and loosely go down that ramp.

As the boo's continue, he stops almost reaching the ring, takes a few steps backwards, turns around, eyes his titantron, and frames himself in the tron admiring his image. He then breaks his fingers apart as if signifying he's breaking the frame, then reels back forwards, and rolls into the ring. He makes his way to the center of the canvas, makes that picture frame with his fingers once more, locks in on a random member of the crowd with it, motions the camera person to film his fingers around the crowd member with an extreme close up, and then breaks his fingers away signaling that crowd member is broken to him. Useless.

After that, he chucks off his jacket to the outside ring and goes to a corner in a kneeling position awaiting his match with a shit eating grin.

Finishers: (Two Finishers max)

Have Palm Will Travel(HPWT) ((Spinning Heart Punch))

Miserable Misdemeanor(Half Nelson Exploder)

15 Most used moves:

Cobraclutch Backbreaker

Senton Splash

Michinoku Driver

Reverse STF

720 DDT

Uranage Slam

Muta Lock

Snap Suplex

Dropkick to knees

Kneeling Piledriver

Jumping Neckbreaker

Standing Sea Fire

Tackling Spear

Side Shuffle Kick(can be variations of high kicks to face)

Sunset Flip

Sample RP:

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Clickety Clack…..Clickety Clack.

The boy holds out his tongue, but the snow is too fast.

Clickety Clack…..Clickety Clack.

The snowman stands up but is melting at the mass.

Clickety Clack…..Clickety Clack.

The pine trees cry as the white powder falls.

Clickety Clack…..Clickety Clack.

Winter is ending and the sun heat attacks.

Clickety Clack…..Clickety Clack.

In a dome of his own youth summer shall not come back.

Clickety Clack…..Clickety Clack.

It’s time to come home now, his fun is over.

Clickety Clack…..Clickety Clack.

No room for coco, no space for tea.

Clickety Clack…..Clickety Clack.

Come straight in, leave the coats in the back.

Clickety Clack…..Clickety Clack.

Catch the fire as the logs burn bright.


Clickety Clack…..Clickety Clack.

Watch chestnuts roast, hear the flames smack.

Clickety Clack…..Clickety Clack.

The sorrow is immense, it’s time to sleep, time to hit the sack.

Clickety Clack…..Clickety Clack.

Dreams go wild, minds galore, wishing to be on a stage, pumping up a crowd, finish it off, play the act loud.

Clickety Clack…..Clickety Clack.

But the nightmares start, there are no more tricks in your hat.

Clickety Clack…..Clickety Clack.

The boy wakes up to a bullet in his face.

Clickety Clack…..Clickety Clack.

Look at his body….look at it crash!

Clickety Clack…..Clickety Clack.

Smell his blood, hear your laugh!

Clickety Clack…..Clickety Clack.

See his eyes, see how they clash.

Clickety Clack…..Clickety Clack.

Prowl his corpse, notice the facts.

Clickety Clack…..Clickety Clack.

Stalk his death, hungry like the pussy cat.

Clickety Clack…..Clickety Clack.

It’s a spark, it’s a flash!

Clickety Clack…..Clickety Clack.

Look at what you’ve done, won’t you react!?!

Clickety Clack…..Clickety Clack.

But this scenario is only a snow globe, a toy kid and snowman in tact.

Clickety Clack…..Clickety Clack.

KxN is holding the globe, inspecting it like a map.

Clickety Clack…..Clickety Clack.

This sadistic fantasy is over now, this thought it snaps!

Clickety Clack…..Clickety Cl-

|_Onix Song_|

So….what’s the fascination with the object you have there? Did a fan give it to you?


KxN and Onix are laying in bed together, naked.

Their warmth between them like a pillow mint in the afternoon.

Their skin is touching, and their extravagant physical display, secure.

A day after sex is a lot like a hangover after drinking non alcoholic wine.

You have a headache, but only because you feel like you need it.

Only because your mind tricks you into thinking that drink was the real thing.

Pull the rabbit out, tap the wand, watch the fireworks dazzle you all.

KxN will sit back, and pretend what he see’s is reality.

You can’t fool a judge.

You can’t juke the law.

Wear a wig and some face paint.

Maybe you’ll get a giggle.

But this day, there is no laughter.

This day is focus, concentration, sentiment.

This day is his.


+=+KxN+=+

It’s nothing. A gift my father gave me after my tenth birthday. He claimed he got it from Peru, it never snows in Peru.


|_Onix Song_|

Peru? What was he, broke?


+=+KxN+=+

No.


The relationship between KxN and his father is far and in between.

He’s told stories to K as a child about traveling the world and seeing strange and exotic things.

He’d bring home all sorts of trinkets and foreign objects.

But KxN wasn’t eccentric. He knew what was going on.

He’d buy tour items from the flea market around the corner for cheap prices.

He’d come home a week later, and hand his only son a handful of preferably expensive merchandise from across the country.

He was a pack of lies. Spending the rest of his cash on drugs and lap dances two blocks away.

One day KxN watched through the window hoping his dad would get in his two bit mini van and drive to the airport.

Instead he drove a mile and aimed for second rate.

This is what his son meant to him.

A lie.

And his mother? Could care less.


+=+KxN+=+

He was just daft. That’s all.


|_Onix Song_|

I’m sorry babe. If it’s any consolation, the sex was amazing last night.

+=+KxN+=+

Just the sex? Well, you certainly made me a tool.


|_Onix Song_|

No, I didn’t mean it that way.

+=+KxN+=+

I understand that, I’m just not in the mood to play happy boyfriend right now.


|_Onix Song_|

Awww….baby cakes….


She turns her body over his and begins groping him with an affectionate hug.

She lathers her lower body against his rear and pets his cheek with her soft hand.

He climbs out of the bed unclothed and uncovered and rests on the side of it in agitation.

Surprisingly, sex is the last thing on his mind.

It’s as if he wants to be alone more than anything.

Onix looks worried.

KxN isn’t giving in.

He’s a brick not to be cracked.

+=+KxN+=+

Not right now.


|_Onix Song_|

God fucking damn you K. Your gonna go bang a college SLUT again aren’t you? It’s not fair!

+=+KxN+=+

I assure you, I’m not. Just shut your fucking mouth before I shut it for you.


|_Onix Song_|

Do you even care anymore?


+=+KxN+=+

What did I say?


|_Onix Song_|

Fuck what you said, listen to ME.


Rule number one in being a girlfriend to such a sinister man like K, do what he tells you.

Not lying or bluffing, KxN does exactly what he says he will if an issue continues.

Example: Stephen Travis.

He swipes his hand across Onix’s face with a back slap leaving a harsh red mark.

She tends to her cheek in tears while the sound of pouting like a wounded puppy dog begins.

This puppy has claws.

But KxN always trims them.

And her kennel is always his playground.

+=+KxN+=+

I’m sorry….but you know it grinds me, yet you insist like a leech to do so anyway. You must learn, or you’ll never be admired in the eyes of our forefathers. We built this relationship for comfort, we built it as a promise to each other. We have to keep our promises. Come here….


Onix leans into KxN as he embraces her in a tightly wound hug.

But this hug was not affection or pity.

It was a warning, a warning that next time she crosses him, it won’t be a hug anymore.

It won’t be light rebuttal.

It’ll be pay attention, or get devoured.

He pecks her on the forehead and lays her carefully back down inside the covering of the bed.

You’d think they would make love again but that was hardly the result.

Instead, he tucks her in snuggly and then leaves the room.

His destination was one room over, his own room.

He scours the closet for a few things to throw on and he clothes himself accordingly.

So many clothes from old days spent shopping mindlessly to heal a wide open cut.

From ten pairs of sneakers to twenty pairs of hoodies.

He didn’t eat comfort food, he shopped when he was miserable.

Works just as well.

Yes, he often thought of shooting up some of the stores he’s paid good money at.

The prices were ridiculously high. He had a hatred for the current economic state.

The inflation of the government has gone to shit.

But he keeps his law driven intent on one area of his life.

And that is the figment of atrocity known as UUW.

It is his master plan and divine lucidity all in one.

With some blue levy’s and a white tank top rummaged together K leaves outside to the front porch of his home.


You would guess he’d bring a beer or some alcoholic beverage with him, but no, instead he had a glass of soda pop.

Pepsi was his drug of choice.

He sips it on the rocks as it cools his tongue.

It’s early in the morning, and such a sight living in the wilderness coast of Reno is a fresh reminder of how your financial income and stability has treated you.

He didn’t buy the house of course, he built it with his cousins when they lived around here.

Since then they’ve drifted apart. They wanted to stay in the house with K to lighten the load on paying money and utilities living somewhere else.

But instead KxN declined, and lived in an apartment for a while.

His cousins used this house as a meth lab and beer bash for summer getaways.

After KxN found out, he threatened to turn them in.

They gave him the house in exchange and moved eons away.

Victory was achieved, and a beautiful landscape was KxN’s for the taking.

Though he dreamt of seeing his own family behind bars, K wasn’t all about insolence.

He gambled with risk as the blackjack table crumbled before him.

He takes every last chip, plus interest.

It’s not enough, ever.

Zack Crash may repel K’s words and dissemble his indefinite prospects and goals, but he will not succeed.

Watch as his reflections change, Crash is facing a man of a thousand faces.

We all know what it means standing in the midst of an emperor within his own empire, it’s earth shaking.

It’s intimidation.

Crash will run along like the child he is whilst being crowned the court jester dancing with stumbling feet.

He is a squire to a reigning lord.

Bow little squire, BOW.

KxN takes another sip of his drink. The dew of the morning both inspiring and serene.


+=+KxN+=+

You know what I enjoy about waking up so back achingly early Crash? It’s the fact that I get to see the evolving earth around me where people are actually normal and not compressed or held back by a night life club or some run down two dollar bar on the side of the road. I get to see people like you wake up, buy some coffee, go to work, and live like we are all meant to. This is the brightest and best part of every single day Zack. Sure, you have your hangovers around this time for most people, but it’s a good thing, because their cleansing their bodies of that poison they shot down the night before. As the vomit trickles off their lips for a split second Crash, a solidified moment, they see god, and they see an imagery of perfect harmony in the horizon of their mistakes. But then, they go back the next night, and do it all…over…again! They have no self control, which is much like who you are my friend. Though not in the same physical manner, it’s similar in a few ways.

There’s a mirage, a desolate hole covering the man Crash is.

Beneath the outer layering of a thrill junkie and cranked up suicidal child, lies a stone hard chiseled spirit capable of destruction.

If KxN has to bring that out in their match, he’s going to seize every opportunity.

He isn’t going to call him a stunt man, or some dummy for insane and adrenaline fueled antics.

He’s going to tell it through the mouth of a man who cannot lie.

Himself.

Crash is more than what he shows and addresses, so much more.

He is going to be picked apart until everything is revealed.

No matter what it must take.

+=+KxN+=+

It’s similar because like the typical hangover victim, you too have zero self control or restraint. Your like an animal in heat who wants to jump on anything that moves and screw it until it’s dry and witless. But you tend to forget the consequential aftermath having just fucked a sea lion. You forget how idiotic and uncouth you just were for doing that because you couldn’t get laid due to your lack of attraction and cliff jumping satisfactions. I wouldn’t chuck my girlfriend down a flight of stairs to measure the exact velocity and intensity of her landing, I’m sure you would. This persona of a man you are, is a safeguard to what you restrict yourself from. And Crash, restriction is a danger all it’s own. It only makes you more irritable and uncanny. It won’t be long now until our own pride and glory, the oversized piss ant Virus gets the best of you, and then you’ll do things you have prayed not to for decades. There will be no one to hold you back either Zack, not a single person. It’ll feel good, but if you hold it in, you’ll do more harm than you’ve ever imagined, and you’ll whisper to your imaginary friend to help you out. But Zack….


KxN had an imagination once, but it left him years ago.

He no longer needed it after the conflict within his personal walls dissipated before him.

He found a handy little method called will through force.

Every time he fathoms a forgotten memory or piece of history he wants gone and destroyed.

He’ll burn his head with a hot coal and eviscerate it from ever being a thought.

Every minute he spends on wishing to end a man’s ability to walk or speak of treason and disgust he pierces his own tongue with a sharp thumbtack or unleashes bitter emotion upon a single object of distaste.

He has all these different tactics to stop his intentions from going beyond unforgivable. But for some people he needs to make exceptions.

Crash may very well be one of those exceptions, just as Warner was.

But that all depends how deep he wants to go down that rabbit’s hole. That tunnel of submissive pleasure.

Not every moment of every day will be a system, or planned, or organized in any calendar or pocket pilot.

There’s never a question of what’s to come, what becomes of the next hour is up to the clocks and the powers that be.

KxN doesn’t keep track of time, he twists and molds it to his own liking.

His mortality won’t be defined by hands on a circle.


+=+KxN+=+

I had such an imagination, when I knew imagination still existed, that it couldn’t be erased. But a miracle happened, something called….puberty I believe it was? And I grew up. In a snap my imagination floated away like a will-o-wisp and that four leaf clover lost all its leaves. All the wishes I made on a bouquet of dandelions never came to be. I was following a winding road to a childhood full of rainbows and one trick ponies. But after my entire family turned their heads as I refused their dark styles of crime and midnight insanities while they pricked their needles and inhaled their toxins I took a U-Turn and became what I am today. I FINALLY became something. It was the best decision I have ever made. How’s the side job of traveling across the world and shoving on snow ski’s while rushing down a snow hill working out for you? I bet it must be rewarding, living under a belief that having fun and being ten years old every week gets you fame. If I could be like you, I’d have it made. But in the ring, I can’t really say it’s the same luxury.


Runaway, run to the hills before the water of bills and paper work drowns you.

Your daydreaming and silly speculations will no longer be your haven for protection and shelter.

That ring is merciless.

Those ropes are a scorpion’s tail tipped with venom.

And everything around it, is a desert of despicable infidels rooting for the good guy because their “supposed” to.

Call the bomb squad, the ring is rigged.

Call KxN, he made the bomb.

Crash will not enjoy the hard impact insecure decimation coming his direction.

It’s a hurricane in the summer splitting his insides little by little until he twirls and writhes in acceptance of this abomination of a gimmick he bears.

A showdown will commence, who draws first?

One square, two vertical figures.

It’s fifty-fifty.

KxN will take those odds.

+=+KxN+=+

I’m not one to tell you about the dangers of that fixture. We’ve both seen numerous stars come and go, gain injuries, REGAIN injures, break weapons, break tables, talk all kinds of illiterate nonsense, each and every element of all that I just explained, happens in that ring. You can’t think up a world title shot and suddenly the belt just falls from the sky, doesn’t work that way Zack. Your trapped. Trapped in your own small room embezzled by toy soldiers and miniature wooden muskets. Your playing Lincoln logs instead of doing homework as your parents watch a flick in their living space. The soft buzzing of your computer intrigues you as you surf the web and look at the pretty pictures of all the destinations you wish to visit. Google is your savior, wireless internet is your conqueror, the toy chest at the end of your bed is your freezer filled with all the popsicles and chocolate bars your bumbling stomach can handle. But when your in the ring there are no toys, no private stashes, no internet to keep you company and entertained, there is one grand task, and that’s to be the last one standing after a powerful and ravishing victory. There are a few things I want to bring to your attention though Crash, a few things you’ve said to me that are very…hurtful.

A lost bird fidgets it’s way to the railing of K’s porch.

It chirps and bobs its head for some kind of food.

KxN examines the specimen as Zack’s comments about him crowd his brain of oxygen.

The small creature is only trying to keep itself alive and probably feed its family of hatchlings somewhere high above the trees.

The colors of it are a forest green with a hint of hazel brown. The feathers blend right in with the setting, making it the perfect camouflage.

Right about now Zack could only hope he can make himself invisible the moment he faces a mastermind.

Sprouting wings and flying away, Crash can only dream.

KxN lost his wings and plummeted beneath the surface when he opened the gates holding the secrets of our society.

You couldn’t write on paper how much he’s found out and calculated in that noggin of his.

Crash cannot even play a role in either of them.

He’s too young and naïve to become a deciding factor in any sort of important puzzle.

While KxN, he is always the missing piece.

The bird scurries into a tree branch after finding nothing of interest.

It moves on just as KxN would in such situations. It’s not sad if there’s no proposal or compromise to keep the little winged enthusiast full of health and sanity.

+=+KxN+=+

Now you may label me as arrogant and a fickle infant playing a sheriff in diapers and a cute little bib, but there’s so much more to it than that Zack. I mean, look around you, can’t you see all the noxious gas and embodiment of cover ups and whack jobs surrounding our daily chasms? People claiming health care is a fix, scientists lying and over exaggerating global warming, emails being leaked of terrorism suspicions and information. It’s all a chain of warning and damnation threatening our livelihood. We won’t have anywhere to go or places to admire if we ignore every bit of evidence given to us on a silver platter. Our ignorance, is THEIR power. There are franchises in this belittled nation that kill us off from the loans and the banking and all the necessities we need to keep afloat and pay our costs. There are laws not being followed. I am going to make it public, and show everyone I am not crazy, that I have meaning to my madness. Until all the waste basket filth in this company open their minds, I continue to rectify them all with my streak of retribution. AND THEN, you tell me I am false in my message of a drug and alcohol free community, that alone should have cause for your demise. Don’t enter my jurisdiction unless your ready to play ball with a monster such as myself Zack, because I’ll fucking eat you alive.


KxN does not take lightly to those who challenge his words and his strengths.

He has the upper hand on people like Zack, because he has the knowledge of an entire court-lined encyclopedia to keep him on the right track of true sanctum.

To challenge his dexterity is to die a slow and painful death.

Never question a man who’s intelligence surpasses a rag doll like Zack who would be thrown in traffic for a laugh.

No really, I’m sure if you ask him to play in traffic, he’d get right on it.

KxN will be driving a semi truck at full speed to ensure it is the last mistake our high flying calf would ever make.

In a debate, KxN would win hands down.

In a match, KxN would most likely outsmart our youthful thrill seeker as he fails to deliver a proper attack.

You must have eyes at the back of your head to get the one up with fancy flips and tricks on The Universal Mastermind.

This isn’t show and tell.

Method and planned intellect wins every match.

And lastly, in overall sensibility, KxN completely knocks Crash out of the water.

+=+KxN+=+

There will be no parachutes to lighten your fall, there will be no hooks to keep you from landing with a busted lip and split open skull! You may have first aid after your destruction on Wednesday, but only because they get paid by the hour. You’ll have no spotters to keep you unharmed, and you’ll have nothing to find your way around once your vision is blackened by my own hand. No compass, no map, just us against the odds. What I know is that everything I’ve told you and all the masochist fans out there, isn’t anything less than real talk. If you want to call me out on bullshit and basement chatter be my guest, but you’ll be very sorry when the day is done. Everything has come to light, in a place that has none. I’m opening the doors to severed ties and new beginnings Crash, there’s not a chance to feel left out if you just…succumb…to me. It may benefit you to be the nice guy Zack, but think about what it really accomplishes, a fan base and some autographs? Please kid, I have that now, and look at me, I’m a freak to them yet I still get stable followings. What does that tell you Zack? It’s tells you that I AM better than you will ever be, because I can get what I want, and I can get the accommodation from an arena full of rejects without even trying. All I have to do, is raise my arm, follow my own personal code of conduct, and keep living against a fantasy realm you so profusely love straying in. I walk on real grounds, you skip and hop on clouds of made up rationality.

Crash may have had some pull before hand in MWE, but now his pull will be narrowed to zilch after K ends his ego-maniacal high.

Zack is not a man to reach legendary status, or zealous serendipity. He is a struggling peon on the slow trek to failed obsessions.

He may get to the top, but he will be upset to find nothing to reach for. He will be shown the way back down through a long and torturous plummet.

Nobody will be there to catch him, because he has no friends, he has no purpose here.

The radical mischief he has left in this company will be seen as a joke.

Crash will be the crashed.

Zack will be the crumpled idea that sounded good on paper, but never seemed logical in motion.

Zack is already finished, he just hasn’t figured it out yet.

+=+KxN+=+

Yes I get that you faced top name athletes like Sinc Mercier and D.C. in the past, and I get that you went toe to toe with them quite well. In fact Crash I get that you were something in that OTHER…company. But another thing I most certainly get, is that in UUW, in this new coil of chaos, your meaning is just about as big as the nail on my pinky. I hate to throw you under the bus, but really, you have gained nothing from being here. This isn’t your scene, this is your dead end. This is where your career is sealed by men and women alike who see what stardom is, and who are all in a line to steal it. Your not even in that line, and this isn’t school my small child, you can’t front cut, you can’t stand next to some teen you sit by in math class to get a burrito while the others continue waiting for their lunch at a busy and jam packed cafeteria. Your hardships, your past hikes to destiny, is my fuel. I’ve inherited your old status, and doubled it. I’m already where I need to be Crash, your back to square one. Next time you open your mouth, think about the unbearable agony someone like me, in my position, and my caliber, would want to do to a refurbished rock like you. Taste my longing for something you can never have, and you’ll wish MWE was still alive. Return to your den Crash, your hay bales await.


He drinks the rest of his soda and slaps the plastic cup on the railing of the porch.

He is satisfied with his points to Zack, and can only wonder if he will understand them.

If he does not, then maybe a shock to his system and inability of his bodily functions will come WNR.

KxN licks his lips savoring the final seconds of his memoirs on Zack, and walks back to the door of his country home.

Onix is in his way, covered only by bed sheets wrapping her arms around KxN.

She is tied to his finger like a shoestring, and KxN knows this.

Oh how sweet it is to be part of the faithful.

To join K’s pack of law abiding wolves must be so comforting.

She swirls her tanned legs on K’s back and clings to him like a savage clamp.

They kiss passionately and disturbingly.

They stop for some closure as K stares at her, and she stares back. They look toward the camera filming them outside and smile.


+=+KxN+=+

You have just….


|_Onix Song_|

Been fucking judged.


They go back to kissing until they collide with the door and enter the house in heated exhilaration.

Just as the sheet is about to fall off of Onix the camera cuts to black.

Sorry kids, not today.

End.


Managers:

Real Name: Jackson Gabes
Wrestlers Name: Jackie Black
Wrestlers Nickname: JB
Height: 6'0
Weight: 215
Hometown: Tuscan, Arizona
Billed From: Fresno, California
Appearance:
-----------Hair color/length: mid trimmed, almost long, dangles to shoulders.
-----------Eye color: Brown.
-----------Ring Attire: White T-shirt, black jeans, black tennishoes, white tanktop underneath shirt, noticeable. Always wears dog tags from his brother's war days.
-----------Backstage Attire: Same as above, sometimes wears a leather jacket.
-----------Physical Features: Very fit for a man of his age.
-----------Tattoos: All kinds.
Gimmick: The realist and honest advisor.
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1x Face Of The Year 2009
1x Spotlight Stealer Of The Year 2009
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