Post by Jason Scorpio on Sept 19, 2011 7:27:25 GMT -5
:: Soft breeze fills the air as the scene opens to reveal a beautiful view of a beach from a balcony. Then we hear the click of ices being thrown into an empty glass, right after it can be heard the sound of liquid pouring into, it’s assumed, the same glass. Then, silence. For a moment everything remains silent as the only thing that can be vaguely heard are some footsteps going towards the balcony. Time later a tall man wearing a black t-shirt, blue jeans and a pair of black sneakers gets into the scene, glass on hand and looking to the horizon as he begins to speak ::
The soft breeze of Miami Beach, it seems like a long, long time since I last did this kind of thing from here. It seems like forever since I last got a glass of Cuba Libre on my hand, set foot on this same balcony and talked to a camera, like I’m doing now. It seems like many people could easily forget about me. Who can blame them; it was really a long time ago.
:: The man slowly turns around with a big smile on his face, sunglasses covering his eyes, gets a sip of his Cuba Libre glass, and still with the wide smile he speaks ::
It seems awkward for me to be doing this once again, after all that happened in the past. Yes, many of you could have felt bad with the implosion of the company I was before I took a hiatus from this business. That company, well, let’s say don’t longer exists, so I had to look for other options. I had to train night in and night out, because I didn’t knew when someone will require my services. As so, I entered the MMA world… but it wasn’t the same. So I went back to my computer and began searching for wrestling companies that could fill that void in me… that could fill the void of smelling fear in others. The void of inflicting pain in other people’s body… and mind. As so, I found this one… and it all began to make sense to me. They seem like a place I could get to like.
Many people feared me in the past; many of them didn’t want to face me when they saw my name next to theirs. I loved that feeling. I loved the feeling of being feared, I loved the feeling of sensing fear in others. I loved the fact that I knew I could hang up with the big guys in any company as soon as I set foot in one. I loved to be feared…
:: The man, takes another sip of his glass and looks straight to the camera to resume speaking ::
Faith had plans with me, plans that I didn’t liked but still delivered them as they came. I became more than a mere brick, I became something many would like to hate, others will love… but everyone should fear. I’m not a man that can easily be disembodied; I’m not a man that can be easily manipulated. I don’t believe in churches… I don’t believe in darkness…. I don’t believe there’s anything else than you and I in a ring.
In the past, just three persons were able to defeat me… all three of them are Hall of Famers. In the present, I’m a weapon of mass destruction… a one man army. The man they feared could become something great… has become something great. I don’t care what your name is. I don’t care what history says you are… I don’t even care about your affiliations. Once on that ring, it all becomes a war… a war I don’t plan to lose, a war of who inflicts more psychological damage… believe me when I say. I’m capable of many things; many of you don’t believe I can.
:: The man takes the final sip of the glass, a long sip actually, puts the glass on the barrier, he looks to the horizon and takes his sunglasses off to reveal a determined look and a face that really inflicts fear, and a cocky smile that doesn’t seem to be erased from his face for anything. Soon after that he speaks ::
ACW, you have many guys capable of doing many things. You’ve had your own Hall of Famers… but ultimately all of you will remember me as the single greatest acquisition you could have ever make. It should be a matter of time before I begin my path… the ink is still running and I’m planning on doing what many say they will… but never achieve. Soon, the predator will be lose in the jungle they call ACW. Soon the games will begin. And my name… will be a name you will never forget…..
:: The man outlines a smile as he ends his message ::
Welcome… to Jason Scorpio’s… Playground… Kids.
:: The scene abruptly goes off leaving it all black ::
The soft breeze of Miami Beach, it seems like a long, long time since I last did this kind of thing from here. It seems like forever since I last got a glass of Cuba Libre on my hand, set foot on this same balcony and talked to a camera, like I’m doing now. It seems like many people could easily forget about me. Who can blame them; it was really a long time ago.
:: The man slowly turns around with a big smile on his face, sunglasses covering his eyes, gets a sip of his Cuba Libre glass, and still with the wide smile he speaks ::
It seems awkward for me to be doing this once again, after all that happened in the past. Yes, many of you could have felt bad with the implosion of the company I was before I took a hiatus from this business. That company, well, let’s say don’t longer exists, so I had to look for other options. I had to train night in and night out, because I didn’t knew when someone will require my services. As so, I entered the MMA world… but it wasn’t the same. So I went back to my computer and began searching for wrestling companies that could fill that void in me… that could fill the void of smelling fear in others. The void of inflicting pain in other people’s body… and mind. As so, I found this one… and it all began to make sense to me. They seem like a place I could get to like.
Many people feared me in the past; many of them didn’t want to face me when they saw my name next to theirs. I loved that feeling. I loved the feeling of being feared, I loved the feeling of sensing fear in others. I loved the fact that I knew I could hang up with the big guys in any company as soon as I set foot in one. I loved to be feared…
:: The man, takes another sip of his glass and looks straight to the camera to resume speaking ::
Faith had plans with me, plans that I didn’t liked but still delivered them as they came. I became more than a mere brick, I became something many would like to hate, others will love… but everyone should fear. I’m not a man that can easily be disembodied; I’m not a man that can be easily manipulated. I don’t believe in churches… I don’t believe in darkness…. I don’t believe there’s anything else than you and I in a ring.
In the past, just three persons were able to defeat me… all three of them are Hall of Famers. In the present, I’m a weapon of mass destruction… a one man army. The man they feared could become something great… has become something great. I don’t care what your name is. I don’t care what history says you are… I don’t even care about your affiliations. Once on that ring, it all becomes a war… a war I don’t plan to lose, a war of who inflicts more psychological damage… believe me when I say. I’m capable of many things; many of you don’t believe I can.
:: The man takes the final sip of the glass, a long sip actually, puts the glass on the barrier, he looks to the horizon and takes his sunglasses off to reveal a determined look and a face that really inflicts fear, and a cocky smile that doesn’t seem to be erased from his face for anything. Soon after that he speaks ::
ACW, you have many guys capable of doing many things. You’ve had your own Hall of Famers… but ultimately all of you will remember me as the single greatest acquisition you could have ever make. It should be a matter of time before I begin my path… the ink is still running and I’m planning on doing what many say they will… but never achieve. Soon, the predator will be lose in the jungle they call ACW. Soon the games will begin. And my name… will be a name you will never forget…..
:: The man outlines a smile as he ends his message ::
Welcome… to Jason Scorpio’s… Playground… Kids.
:: The scene abruptly goes off leaving it all black ::