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| Tsalmavet | May 9 2008, 02:38 PM Post #1 |
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Dark Shadows
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Travis sits outside of his hotel, on the balcony, smoking a cigarette. The night time sky is lit up with stars, and the wind breeze sends chills down his body. Travis Williams - Do you want me to stay quiet? You speak, and expect me not to reply. You are eager to disrespect, but scared of the reaction it may cause. I'm not the nice guy everyone hoped for. I did not walk into a field of daisies and proclaim to be Prince Charming of the wrestling world. I told you I would not bullshit you, and I would not beat around the bush. My points are straight, and the knife goes in deep. Don't be sad when you hear what I have to say. I'm not expecting you to sugarcoat shit, so I sure in the hell hope you do not expect me too. I'm far from the neighborhood friendly bastard who sings songs. DO I LOOK LIKE MISTER ROGERS TO YOU? I don't like any man, and I don't like green eggs and ham, oh no Gunna I do not! Seuss was close to the nail I needed, but his hammer was not strong enough to drive it in. When you flip the pages of this book, there is not some big fucking cat wearing a hat, and there is no pretty colors, and catchy sentences per page. It's a black and white scene, with the pictures to graphic to not be marked for mature audiences only! The words are foul and offensive, and often strike close to home. I'm no God, but I'm the closest things to the real deal that there ever will be! I'm not here to shake your hand, and ask for autograph for son. Hell, even he knows you are nothing more than some low life shit bag. You want to censor me, you find me to be to graphical for your taste? Tough titty little man, this is not the Germany anymore, and no one cares what you think or have to say. This is where you take off your wife's panties, and be a man, or tuck your shit between your legs, and be just another bitch on the corner. I did not ask to face you, so do not act as if you are doing me any favors, by defending your belt against me. Someone decided you're a waste of space, and I guess wanted your reign to come to an end. Don't worry superstar, I'm not going out there to end your career, just to take your spot. In order to rise to the top, and to sit on my throne over this dreaded wasteland, I've got to start by taking out the court jester. Oh, if you are to slow to follow along, you are the jester, and you are far from funny. Don't worry about the gold, I'm sure you'll polish it up for me every week. After seeing it shine on your shoulder, I know you can at least do that right. You are okay with being at this level, I'm not. So for me to get above this area, I've to start going up, and just by chance...You'll be one of those stepping stones that I make for myself. Wait, did I hear something about being hungry and young? Starving is a feeling I have felt since I was a small child, but young...That is something of the past. And besides, you're nothing for than a two piece snack, something to hold me over until the main course comes my way. While I am tossing your bones to the strays here, I'll be setting my sights on becoming more than just a Las Vegas Champion. International title would look good with the Las Vegas strap, maybe I'll even grab myself a partner, and remove those tag straps off yourself and Banks. You never know, it might even be Gilmour I use to do that. How low is rock bottom for Gunner Lang? When Gilmour and Williams takes what he holds dear...Yeah, that would be the perfect ending to your sad story of a career. Do me a favor at Showdown chump...Keep old man Viagra in the back, I don't want to shatter his hip or dislocate his fake knee. At Showdown, I want to see your face, when you lie on your back, dazed and confused, me standing over top of you, holding up the belt you've basically made famous here. Don't worry, you always have Banks' to piggyback on! He looks off into the night sky, eyes locked on the bright moon. Rain drops start to hit his arms and bald head, and the scene fades to drizzly dismay. OOC - No fucking clue, and if I had one, it would have probably been read by everyone LOL. Good luck Gunna, seeing how you called me Lang mark and all, yeah like I would mark out to NANANANANA GUNNER LOL. |
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