Post by fasho on Jul 8, 2005 20:48:15 GMT -5
Armageddon
The end of the world
Or, could it really be the beginning?
For you - Armageddon
When you step into the ring with me,
It will be your Armageddon,
The simple fact that you're slotted against me
Is a very bad thing, why?
Because you have no clue who I am.
No fricking clue
Ouch
Joy to the world
It ain't over
Armageddon nothing baby
Try and be biblical homeboy
But in the end, all you really are
Is a pathetic idiot that spends more time
masturbating than doing anything constructive.
Life honey, is what you make of it
So, make it anything you want
Because I plan to make your life
Unbearable
PRELUDE
We are at FaSho's home in St. Louis, Missouri
The house is fairly nice looking, white, with red lattice work, the few interesting things, is the Black Plymouth Hemi-Cuda 426 in the drive way, and the fact that there is music pumping inside. The door opens, and we enter the house. Inside, the house is full of smoke. Further in, we find the living room, where Rollout by Ludacris is drowning out any conversation. Sitting on the couch is a couple dudes who look like they're half asleep. Two chairs line the other wall, FaSho is sitting in one, and his girlfriend, Simone is in the other. FaSho is wearing sweat pants, and his favorite St. Louis Cardinal Shirt. Simone, his girlfriend - as usual, is wearing tight low cut jeans, a tank top, and her favorite lugz. Nothing much changes around here.
FaSho hops up, and begins to walk towards the kitchen. He puts his right hand down the front of his pants and fondles himself. He then stretches and yawns.
Hey, would you get me a Mountain Dew?
Yeah, (Motions towards the guys on the couch) Do you guys want anything?
Sho doesn't get a response, so he goes into the kitchen. He opens the fridge, and hovers there for a moment. He then makes up his mind, and grabs a Mountain Dew, and a Diet Vanilla Coke. Dare you to Move by Switchfoot begins to play. He smirks and sits down. He hands the Dew to Simone.
Thanks hun.
Yeah, no problem. So, are we going out tonight?
I'm feeling pretty good.
Yeah, I am too - but we could feel better.
Ok, but not too many drinks.
No problem.
Meanwhile~
~Outside~
This is unit fourteen. We have a disturbance call at the old FaSho's place. Music's too loud.
What kind of acts?
FaSho was outside, in a robe - and nothing else, he was flashing the neighbors. Realize, the neighbors are all about 20 years old
What a sicko.
I know, and there's a chance that they're out drinking too.
Really - well, let's break this little party up.
Yeah!!!
Ok! Let's do this!
By this time, Figure .09 (Sho's theme) By Linkin Park is playing. Deafening it is to boot. The cops walk up the steps and knock on the door.
This is the Police! Open up!
FaSho hops up, as Simone runs into her room. FaSho looks around for the remote to the stereo but can't find it. He then dusts himself off a little bit, and turns the music down manually. He then walks up to the door and opens it.
Can I help you officers?
Yes, you can keep that music down for one. You're going to have to come with us. Thats the fourth time this week...
That's not my thing guys. Maybe you should talk to my neighbors. They freaked out at me when I was getting the paper this morning. I was in my favorite robe, and I thought the lil b!tch could do with seeing a real man's body, so I showed her, and she freaked.
But you know something guys, I'll keep that my little secret if you guys will take care of my asshole neighbors. They're always banging pots and pans, and watching Price Is Right real loud because they're so d**n deaf. That's why I turn my music up, because I can't hardly hear myself think. So please - set them straight, alright?
(Smiles) We sure will do that Sho, sorry for bothering you. Good luck in the TWA by the way.
Yeah, good luck pal, win that World title for us - we'll take care of those nagging neighbors.
Thanks, and you keep on servin' and protectin' and whatever else it is that you guys do - oh yeah, that whole meter maid thing. Peace.
Before the cops can say anything else, FaSho's head is back inside and the door's been slammed shut. FaSho turns around and smirks. He opens the door, and she's sitting on the bed, shaking a little bit. Sho stands watching her for a moment before she notices him.
Are we busted?
Nope, those idiot cops are rousting the neighbors again. That's the third time this week. So, what're you doing?
Well I was about to pee my pants I was so freaked out.
Well, don't worry about it - big bad me! saved the day again.
Yes you did, and what does the big bad you! get for all his work? (Smiles)
Do I get a kiss?
More than that.
FaSho closes the door, and sits down on the bed with his girlfriend. He then lays her back, and looks into her eyes.
Yeah baby, it will be. Don't worry either, I have some plans for that federation. I'll rule them all, believe you me. But right now - let's relax. Shall we? (winks)
Vanity. The quality or condition of being vain, or in other words, self-pride and worth. Value is what it’s about. Taking pride in your work and accomplishments, among other things. It’s the right to be cruel and unusual. The right to be conceited and self centered. The right to care about nothing but yourself.
In all of my life, one word couldn’t describe so much. It couldn’t mean so much that it actually makes me stop and think. For one second, the word Vanity just sends a chill down my spine. For one moment, I taste a sweet breath of air. For one simple heartbeat, I realize what it’s all about, and then I wake up.
Vanity. It’s not for the weak hearted. You’ve got to be a real man to live that kind of a life. In no way, does the act of being vain, constitute the rights to be a complete moron, but more importantly, a complete jackarse. That’s who I am, and what I am all about.
I am a vain person. A cold hearted selfish son of a bi#@h who wants nothing but to be the best. That’s who I am, and that’s who I want to be. It’s always been that way. Even since I was a lonely little boy. I’ve always pondered that thought.
But, along with being the best, comes the reward. The most thought of and most respected items of them all. A title. Much like the word Vanity, it sends shivers down my spine. A Title is everything that a wrestler could hope for and dream of. A Title is the one special accomplishment that dubs you to be the best. It’s every wrestler’s one true goal.
I guess being the best doesn’t always guarantee you everything in life. Why? Who knows why? The only the question that remains, which is the only question that matters, is the question of when. When will I win the big one? Today? Tomorrow? Next day? You’ll never know.
I’m not going to prove anything to anyone but myself, this Monday. I know what I’ve got to do really. Saku and Immune. Sooner or later, after it’s all said and done, I’ll be standing in victory. Shall it be this week? We’ll see.
They say that good things come to those who want it most. Well in that case, I guess I deserve to be a champion. I think it’s a plausible case. I live for this business. Everyday, I work, sweat and bleed for this business. I stop at nothing to become better and better, because I feel the need to do so. Nothing completes me better then to step in that ring face to face with an opponent, and battle it out for sweet victory.
Few men get the kind of opportunities that I get, but few men take advantage of that fact. I’ve been given the opportunity more than once to deliver my sense of superiority, wisdom and greatness to this very business, and I have failed before. Well, I’m not going to fail this time. This time, I will make my presence in that ring known. I will deliver my best work, to the best of my ability. Balls out to the very end.
Should I walk out of Vainity, my hopes and dreams will finally come to reality. If not, then I will never rest until my deed is done. Fear me, for I am “The Legend”
It all started in this very place. Back to the dungeon where I trained to become a superstar, just five years ago. Back where it all began. I took my first bump in that very ring. I received my worst bruises in that very ring. I fought some of the best matches in that very ring. Not only that, but I succeeded from that very ring.
I stood there alone in the dark and very cold room. It was obviously late in the night, as you could see the glimpse of moonlight seep through the windows all around the room. I was looking all around at the pictures of my peers who grappled with me just two years ago. I seemed to be pondering the thoughts of what had gone down in this very facility.
After sometime, I started jacking back and forth on my toes. Then, I ran and leaned back on the ropes, testing their durability. After screwing around for a few minutes, I walked over to the corner of the ring, reached through the ropes, and grabbed a stool, which rested outside the ring. I brought it inside the ring, and held it in my hands. Still looking around, I sat it down in the middle of the ring, just like I remember it now.
The end of the world
Or, could it really be the beginning?
For you - Armageddon
When you step into the ring with me,
It will be your Armageddon,
The simple fact that you're slotted against me
Is a very bad thing, why?
Because you have no clue who I am.
No fricking clue
Ouch
Joy to the world
It ain't over
Armageddon nothing baby
Try and be biblical homeboy
But in the end, all you really are
Is a pathetic idiot that spends more time
masturbating than doing anything constructive.
Life honey, is what you make of it
So, make it anything you want
Because I plan to make your life
Unbearable
PRELUDE
We are at FaSho's home in St. Louis, Missouri
The house is fairly nice looking, white, with red lattice work, the few interesting things, is the Black Plymouth Hemi-Cuda 426 in the drive way, and the fact that there is music pumping inside. The door opens, and we enter the house. Inside, the house is full of smoke. Further in, we find the living room, where Rollout by Ludacris is drowning out any conversation. Sitting on the couch is a couple dudes who look like they're half asleep. Two chairs line the other wall, FaSho is sitting in one, and his girlfriend, Simone is in the other. FaSho is wearing sweat pants, and his favorite St. Louis Cardinal Shirt. Simone, his girlfriend - as usual, is wearing tight low cut jeans, a tank top, and her favorite lugz. Nothing much changes around here.
FaSho hops up, and begins to walk towards the kitchen. He puts his right hand down the front of his pants and fondles himself. He then stretches and yawns.
Hey, would you get me a Mountain Dew?
Yeah, (Motions towards the guys on the couch) Do you guys want anything?
Sho doesn't get a response, so he goes into the kitchen. He opens the fridge, and hovers there for a moment. He then makes up his mind, and grabs a Mountain Dew, and a Diet Vanilla Coke. Dare you to Move by Switchfoot begins to play. He smirks and sits down. He hands the Dew to Simone.
Thanks hun.
Yeah, no problem. So, are we going out tonight?
I'm feeling pretty good.
Yeah, I am too - but we could feel better.
Ok, but not too many drinks.
No problem.
Meanwhile~
~Outside~
This is unit fourteen. We have a disturbance call at the old FaSho's place. Music's too loud.
What kind of acts?
FaSho was outside, in a robe - and nothing else, he was flashing the neighbors. Realize, the neighbors are all about 20 years old
What a sicko.
I know, and there's a chance that they're out drinking too.
Really - well, let's break this little party up.
Yeah!!!
Ok! Let's do this!
By this time, Figure .09 (Sho's theme) By Linkin Park is playing. Deafening it is to boot. The cops walk up the steps and knock on the door.
This is the Police! Open up!
FaSho hops up, as Simone runs into her room. FaSho looks around for the remote to the stereo but can't find it. He then dusts himself off a little bit, and turns the music down manually. He then walks up to the door and opens it.
Can I help you officers?
Yes, you can keep that music down for one. You're going to have to come with us. Thats the fourth time this week...
That's not my thing guys. Maybe you should talk to my neighbors. They freaked out at me when I was getting the paper this morning. I was in my favorite robe, and I thought the lil b!tch could do with seeing a real man's body, so I showed her, and she freaked.
But you know something guys, I'll keep that my little secret if you guys will take care of my asshole neighbors. They're always banging pots and pans, and watching Price Is Right real loud because they're so d**n deaf. That's why I turn my music up, because I can't hardly hear myself think. So please - set them straight, alright?
(Smiles) We sure will do that Sho, sorry for bothering you. Good luck in the TWA by the way.
Yeah, good luck pal, win that World title for us - we'll take care of those nagging neighbors.
Thanks, and you keep on servin' and protectin' and whatever else it is that you guys do - oh yeah, that whole meter maid thing. Peace.
Before the cops can say anything else, FaSho's head is back inside and the door's been slammed shut. FaSho turns around and smirks. He opens the door, and she's sitting on the bed, shaking a little bit. Sho stands watching her for a moment before she notices him.
Are we busted?
Nope, those idiot cops are rousting the neighbors again. That's the third time this week. So, what're you doing?
Well I was about to pee my pants I was so freaked out.
Well, don't worry about it - big bad me! saved the day again.
Yes you did, and what does the big bad you! get for all his work? (Smiles)
Do I get a kiss?
More than that.
FaSho closes the door, and sits down on the bed with his girlfriend. He then lays her back, and looks into her eyes.
Yeah baby, it will be. Don't worry either, I have some plans for that federation. I'll rule them all, believe you me. But right now - let's relax. Shall we? (winks)
Vanity. The quality or condition of being vain, or in other words, self-pride and worth. Value is what it’s about. Taking pride in your work and accomplishments, among other things. It’s the right to be cruel and unusual. The right to be conceited and self centered. The right to care about nothing but yourself.
In all of my life, one word couldn’t describe so much. It couldn’t mean so much that it actually makes me stop and think. For one second, the word Vanity just sends a chill down my spine. For one moment, I taste a sweet breath of air. For one simple heartbeat, I realize what it’s all about, and then I wake up.
Vanity. It’s not for the weak hearted. You’ve got to be a real man to live that kind of a life. In no way, does the act of being vain, constitute the rights to be a complete moron, but more importantly, a complete jackarse. That’s who I am, and what I am all about.
I am a vain person. A cold hearted selfish son of a bi#@h who wants nothing but to be the best. That’s who I am, and that’s who I want to be. It’s always been that way. Even since I was a lonely little boy. I’ve always pondered that thought.
But, along with being the best, comes the reward. The most thought of and most respected items of them all. A title. Much like the word Vanity, it sends shivers down my spine. A Title is everything that a wrestler could hope for and dream of. A Title is the one special accomplishment that dubs you to be the best. It’s every wrestler’s one true goal.
I guess being the best doesn’t always guarantee you everything in life. Why? Who knows why? The only the question that remains, which is the only question that matters, is the question of when. When will I win the big one? Today? Tomorrow? Next day? You’ll never know.
I’m not going to prove anything to anyone but myself, this Monday. I know what I’ve got to do really. Saku and Immune. Sooner or later, after it’s all said and done, I’ll be standing in victory. Shall it be this week? We’ll see.
They say that good things come to those who want it most. Well in that case, I guess I deserve to be a champion. I think it’s a plausible case. I live for this business. Everyday, I work, sweat and bleed for this business. I stop at nothing to become better and better, because I feel the need to do so. Nothing completes me better then to step in that ring face to face with an opponent, and battle it out for sweet victory.
Few men get the kind of opportunities that I get, but few men take advantage of that fact. I’ve been given the opportunity more than once to deliver my sense of superiority, wisdom and greatness to this very business, and I have failed before. Well, I’m not going to fail this time. This time, I will make my presence in that ring known. I will deliver my best work, to the best of my ability. Balls out to the very end.
Should I walk out of Vainity, my hopes and dreams will finally come to reality. If not, then I will never rest until my deed is done. Fear me, for I am “The Legend”
It all started in this very place. Back to the dungeon where I trained to become a superstar, just five years ago. Back where it all began. I took my first bump in that very ring. I received my worst bruises in that very ring. I fought some of the best matches in that very ring. Not only that, but I succeeded from that very ring.
I stood there alone in the dark and very cold room. It was obviously late in the night, as you could see the glimpse of moonlight seep through the windows all around the room. I was looking all around at the pictures of my peers who grappled with me just two years ago. I seemed to be pondering the thoughts of what had gone down in this very facility.
After sometime, I started jacking back and forth on my toes. Then, I ran and leaned back on the ropes, testing their durability. After screwing around for a few minutes, I walked over to the corner of the ring, reached through the ropes, and grabbed a stool, which rested outside the ring. I brought it inside the ring, and held it in my hands. Still looking around, I sat it down in the middle of the ring, just like I remember it now.
