Post by fasho on Jul 9, 2005 20:51:32 GMT -5
Sho pulls back the curtain of the motel room, looking out through the watered beaded window. Neon lights give a redish glow to the view, and lights up the rain as it falls outside in the night air. Sho looks down at a street corner, noticing the presence of two street walkers who are waiting for their nightly business. He turns his attention back to the open breifcase that lies before him, pulling out pieces of what seems to be a gun handle, scope, barrel and other gun accessories.
Two nights ago I was walking in my home after a long plane flight, tired as hell. Two days later, sitting up in some cheap motel in Vegas. Leave it to me to find a job with travel benefits. But then there's this... I hate guns. They just make things too easy. It's just not the same as looking a man straight in the eyes... and then destroying his very being with your very own strength and hands. Good thing I've always got the weekend job to depend on.
Sho continues to put the pieces of the gun together, shaping a very streamlined looking sniper rifle.
And while I'm thinking about it, let's talk a little bit about this weekend. I mean it is a big night. This thing is going down. You've got the usual filler battles filling the cards. And then you've got that one very special moment for two special people known as Immune and Saku. Oh yes, Sho gets his big chance to fight with you both. Well guys, if my cabin fever gets any worst being stuck in these small and run down motel rooms, you're going to be in a world of pain. I'll be in some need of release, and you'll be the wall that I pound my fist through.
So you want to tell us all stories of your past, taking us back in the time machine. How quaint. I am not ready, huh? Well guess what Marty McFly... I choose to fight. Just like how I chose to delay the results of every match when I step into that ring. Just how I chose to place my opponents into a downward spiral of pure destruction... within their bodies... their souls... and their minds.
But I've got to take a second to be honest with you, my reflection time with you wasn't my favorite part of my day. Oh no. Nothing could compare to the moment when I got that little challenge my way. Well, I've thought it over and... sure, why the hell not? After all, that is what the contractual binding agreement states that was placed over two weeks ago, right? Listen kids, the last thing you need to worry about is fighting me. Obviousily, you need to be challenging that little hussie you run around with who's keeping you in the dark about your own fighting agenda. But when you think about it, it's not going to matter if you realize you have a darkened fate early, or even right when you hear that lock behind you, the results will all be the same. It will be your head becoming one with the side of a squared circle.
Don't get things twisted dudes, I'm not trying to run with the big dogs... I am one. Have been wrestling for almost as long as you have been roping up women just so that they'll sit in the same room as you. And although I may be ready for the administration to give me a bit more of a challenge, I am all the more ready to step into that ring coming soon and do what I love to do best. So sit back and enjoy your flashbacks and misleading thoughts while you can,so everyone in this match had better watch it, because I'll be on a plane by the morning, on my way to destroy you.
Sho finishes his project and clicks back the clip, placing a single bullet in the gun. The big man then looks out the window again. Down below in the street, a balding man is walking down the sidewalk, and approaches the ladies at the corner. He is pulling out money from his pocket to show the women, along with a silver flask in which he tilts up to take a sip of gin. Suddenly, one of the women starts to scream as she notices a pefectly centered hole that goes through the flask, and into the head of the man. He falls to the ground, and blood pours from his head. The women flee in fear.
Two nights ago I was walking in my home after a long plane flight, tired as hell. Two days later, sitting up in some cheap motel in Vegas. Leave it to me to find a job with travel benefits. But then there's this... I hate guns. They just make things too easy. It's just not the same as looking a man straight in the eyes... and then destroying his very being with your very own strength and hands. Good thing I've always got the weekend job to depend on.
Sho continues to put the pieces of the gun together, shaping a very streamlined looking sniper rifle.
And while I'm thinking about it, let's talk a little bit about this weekend. I mean it is a big night. This thing is going down. You've got the usual filler battles filling the cards. And then you've got that one very special moment for two special people known as Immune and Saku. Oh yes, Sho gets his big chance to fight with you both. Well guys, if my cabin fever gets any worst being stuck in these small and run down motel rooms, you're going to be in a world of pain. I'll be in some need of release, and you'll be the wall that I pound my fist through.
So you want to tell us all stories of your past, taking us back in the time machine. How quaint. I am not ready, huh? Well guess what Marty McFly... I choose to fight. Just like how I chose to delay the results of every match when I step into that ring. Just how I chose to place my opponents into a downward spiral of pure destruction... within their bodies... their souls... and their minds.
But I've got to take a second to be honest with you, my reflection time with you wasn't my favorite part of my day. Oh no. Nothing could compare to the moment when I got that little challenge my way. Well, I've thought it over and... sure, why the hell not? After all, that is what the contractual binding agreement states that was placed over two weeks ago, right? Listen kids, the last thing you need to worry about is fighting me. Obviousily, you need to be challenging that little hussie you run around with who's keeping you in the dark about your own fighting agenda. But when you think about it, it's not going to matter if you realize you have a darkened fate early, or even right when you hear that lock behind you, the results will all be the same. It will be your head becoming one with the side of a squared circle.
Don't get things twisted dudes, I'm not trying to run with the big dogs... I am one. Have been wrestling for almost as long as you have been roping up women just so that they'll sit in the same room as you. And although I may be ready for the administration to give me a bit more of a challenge, I am all the more ready to step into that ring coming soon and do what I love to do best. So sit back and enjoy your flashbacks and misleading thoughts while you can,so everyone in this match had better watch it, because I'll be on a plane by the morning, on my way to destroy you.
Sho finishes his project and clicks back the clip, placing a single bullet in the gun. The big man then looks out the window again. Down below in the street, a balding man is walking down the sidewalk, and approaches the ladies at the corner. He is pulling out money from his pocket to show the women, along with a silver flask in which he tilts up to take a sip of gin. Suddenly, one of the women starts to scream as she notices a pefectly centered hole that goes through the flask, and into the head of the man. He falls to the ground, and blood pours from his head. The women flee in fear.
Ummm...Can I volunteer not to wrestle Fa' Sho'? 
