Post by jaysonray on Aug 6, 2005 11:56:21 GMT -5
Scene:Some dark park
The moons luminescent beams shined down upon the image of what looked like a crystal clear like. The white beams of light rippled within the water as the camera zoomed in on a hand slicing through the water like a hot knife through butter. Zooming in a bit closer, the man suddenly came more into view, now being able to make out his features. He was of average height, about 6'0, to be exact but in truth it was shown to be exactly that as he removed his hand from the water, allowing the beads of liquid to steadily drip down onto the wet grass.
A black tall tee t-shirt adorned his chest, the logo on the front reading "We're not Asian, We're Canadian!" being able to be read in full view as it hung over his baggy blue denim jeans and polo boots. His dread-locked hair was tied back into a ponytail, showing off what seemed to be almost greek god statue-esqe facial features. What can I say, the man was a knock out.
The pale moonlight changed its target, now showing his brown skin in a dazzling array of divine intervention. The stage was set. It seemed that the lord above had set this up to the liking of the young man, whose brown brown lips were pursed to speak.
Man: So long ago, a man could simply move around, wandering until he found the place he could truly call home. That way of thinking no longer exist within the hustle and bustle of everyday living.
The camera sirled around his body, zooming in close on his chiseled jaw, as he turned his head to where the crowd would only be able to see the near side of his face as he looked up into the air, voice echoing.
Man: Valor Wrestling Alliance. The place that wishes for me to call it home. Yet, I cannot.
Suddenly, his face went cold and emotionless as he turned his head and looked directly into the camera, the mute sylliables of a thousand way-ward nations echoing from his being.
Man: All across the country, we as human beings have become witness to such heinous acts such as bigitry*sorry, I suck at spelling*, racial profiling, rapes, murders, and many more things that our dear country was founded upon. I myself am a child of a race that got the proverbial short end of the stick when it came to racial profiling.
Its been rampant all over america, and those that promote such attrocities deserve nothing short of punishment. How can america's youth hope to live a bigger and brighter future, if we are teaching them to drink, smoke, and do drugs at an age that it becomes imprinted into the heads. Those things are what fuel the evil that is the human soul. And the heart of all evil, is pulsating within the confinds of Valor.
We have those that justify cheating such as The Second City Saint, and then we have those that try tp teach our children that the pretty people always get what they want, mostly speaking of Eric Hardway. This cannot go on. Everyone needs someone to look up to, and I am that man. I am "Your New Rolemodel" Jayson Ray.
There some out there who agree with me, such as my partner who you all will become aquainted with very soon, and then there are those who disagree with me and try to shut down all that I stand for.
For those that wish to try, there is one thing I can say to you....YOU DON'T EVER WIN AGAINST ME!
His lips slowly went back to a closed state, as the camera slowly began to zoom out as Jayson raised his left fist into the air as the screen faded to black.
The moons luminescent beams shined down upon the image of what looked like a crystal clear like. The white beams of light rippled within the water as the camera zoomed in on a hand slicing through the water like a hot knife through butter. Zooming in a bit closer, the man suddenly came more into view, now being able to make out his features. He was of average height, about 6'0, to be exact but in truth it was shown to be exactly that as he removed his hand from the water, allowing the beads of liquid to steadily drip down onto the wet grass.
A black tall tee t-shirt adorned his chest, the logo on the front reading "We're not Asian, We're Canadian!" being able to be read in full view as it hung over his baggy blue denim jeans and polo boots. His dread-locked hair was tied back into a ponytail, showing off what seemed to be almost greek god statue-esqe facial features. What can I say, the man was a knock out.
The pale moonlight changed its target, now showing his brown skin in a dazzling array of divine intervention. The stage was set. It seemed that the lord above had set this up to the liking of the young man, whose brown brown lips were pursed to speak.
Man: So long ago, a man could simply move around, wandering until he found the place he could truly call home. That way of thinking no longer exist within the hustle and bustle of everyday living.
The camera sirled around his body, zooming in close on his chiseled jaw, as he turned his head to where the crowd would only be able to see the near side of his face as he looked up into the air, voice echoing.
Man: Valor Wrestling Alliance. The place that wishes for me to call it home. Yet, I cannot.
Suddenly, his face went cold and emotionless as he turned his head and looked directly into the camera, the mute sylliables of a thousand way-ward nations echoing from his being.
Man: All across the country, we as human beings have become witness to such heinous acts such as bigitry*sorry, I suck at spelling*, racial profiling, rapes, murders, and many more things that our dear country was founded upon. I myself am a child of a race that got the proverbial short end of the stick when it came to racial profiling.
Its been rampant all over america, and those that promote such attrocities deserve nothing short of punishment. How can america's youth hope to live a bigger and brighter future, if we are teaching them to drink, smoke, and do drugs at an age that it becomes imprinted into the heads. Those things are what fuel the evil that is the human soul. And the heart of all evil, is pulsating within the confinds of Valor.
We have those that justify cheating such as The Second City Saint, and then we have those that try tp teach our children that the pretty people always get what they want, mostly speaking of Eric Hardway. This cannot go on. Everyone needs someone to look up to, and I am that man. I am "Your New Rolemodel" Jayson Ray.
There some out there who agree with me, such as my partner who you all will become aquainted with very soon, and then there are those who disagree with me and try to shut down all that I stand for.
For those that wish to try, there is one thing I can say to you....YOU DON'T EVER WIN AGAINST ME!
His lips slowly went back to a closed state, as the camera slowly began to zoom out as Jayson raised his left fist into the air as the screen faded to black.
