Post by jaysonray on Sept 5, 2005 1:54:58 GMT -5
They were an ominous shadow of gray. Many words etched onto their stony, emotion slabs for surfaces. As the camera slowly rolled back, it was revealed that it was in some sort of graveyard. Lord knows why Valor would send a camera crew to a graveyard, but there must have been some ulterior motive. It zoomed in and out until locating a man kneeling before a single tombstone. On further inspection, it was one of the fastest rising stars of Valor. It was Jayson Ray.
The camera slowly went forward, as Jayson whipped his dread-locked hair back, revealing his utterly handsome face, accented by the black sunglasses adorning his face.
Rising from his kneeling position, Jayson slowly ran his hands down the sleeves of his black turtle neck, smoothing out the wrinkles. There was an aura about Jayson, that didn't feel right. Maybe it was the fact that he was the son of a demon, and a fallen angel. Or it could've possible have been the fact he symbolized and was the poster boy for demons. Regardless, there was something strange about Jayson.
Removing the black sunglasses, the camera zoomed in further on Jayson Ray, his cat-eyes becoming more visible.
Placing the shades back upon his face, Jayson slowly walked off as the camera zoomed in on the tombstone.
I lost my mother at the ripe young age of three years old. I really didn't understand what the word "loss" meant at the time. All I ever heard was, "He's to young to lose his mother", or "I'm so sorry or his loss." Nothing ever really clicked within my head.
The camera slowly went forward, as Jayson whipped his dread-locked hair back, revealing his utterly handsome face, accented by the black sunglasses adorning his face.
None of it made any sense to me. I still had my father, even though he was never around and spent the better part of my childhood in prison for murder. I still had my half-brother, even though he treated me like an animal and beat me to the point I tried to commit suicide. Never the less, they were all the family I hadn't "lost". To lose something, only recently clicked in my mind, as I continue my losing streak in the Valor Wrestling Alliance promotion.
Rising from his kneeling position, Jayson slowly ran his hands down the sleeves of his black turtle neck, smoothing out the wrinkles. There was an aura about Jayson, that didn't feel right. Maybe it was the fact that he was the son of a demon, and a fallen angel. Or it could've possible have been the fact he symbolized and was the poster boy for demons. Regardless, there was something strange about Jayson.
Match after match, I suffered through losses. Thats what a loss was...thats what a loss felt like. Its not one of those feelings you like to have. But last Sunday, I intended on ending my losing streak. San and I put our bodies on the line in one of the best exhibitions of light-heavyweight talent in Valor's short history. I had him beat.*Clenches fist*[/bI had him fucking beat! Yet, I cam up short in the confines of the match.
Removing the black sunglasses, the camera zoomed in further on Jayson Ray, his cat-eyes becoming more visible.
But after the match, I proved myself. Some have called me a jobber, some have said I suck. That may be true. But last Sunday at the Slam, I showed the whole world what happens to you when you fuck with Jayson Ray! Sane became the first victim on my path of destruction. So this Sunday, I'll continue what I started by handling any and all who choose to step into the line of fire of my bullets, on my rise to absoluteness in Valor. And that my friends is, and will be, simply...incredible.
Placing the shades back upon his face, Jayson slowly walked off as the camera zoomed in on the tombstone.
Valor Superstar: 
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?Died September 10, 2005
