Post by Jericho Salazar on Jul 31, 2016 14:04:12 GMT -6
You are standing in front of the behemoth of a building. What is inside of it Jericho? The monster stretches high into the orange sky, piercing the black clouds that are leaked into existence from the skies black sun. The winds howl ash all around you, close your eyes and don’t look at the shadow figures that contort to the violent winds. You enter the spire Jericho.
Jericho enters the building and looks around at the massive arched ceilings made of what appears to be smoothed marble. The table in front of him has a red bell resting in the corner with a plaque on it that reads “ring for assistance.” Jericho looks around more in the palace like room he is in. As he looks around he sees a sign that says “PRE 1HE WAV3.” Curious, Jericho follows the sign and begins to walk down the hallway, looking at the wax figures that surround him.
These figures all look like a well-built man with a military hair cut in a wrestling ring. One shows the man in stained work Jeans being hit over his head with a belt, the man with the belt is just a well-built silhouette. Jericho keeps walking down the hallway and looks at another wax statue this time of the man with stained jeans hitting a big boot on a man with face paint, the man with the paint seems to be clutching at a barbwire covered baseball bat. As he continues he finds another space for a wax statue with a sign that reads “coming soon!”
Finally reaching the end of the hall ways he finds and arch with a red rope draped across it, above the arch, a plaque reads ‘PRE 1HE WAV3’. There is a sign carelessly tossed on the rope, on the sign it reads “out of order”. You look inside it and only find blackness. Jericho stared into the ink like black void that stood before him. You stare and you stare but there is nothing, nothing at all in this void but blackness. You stare for what seems like hours but it’s all for nothing, the abyss does not stare back.
: Come back to me.
Jericho: JESUS CUNT WHAT THE FUCK!
Jericho springs from his bed dripping with beads of sweat trying to figure out what he just went through. He looks to his bed where a massive sweat stain looks back at him.
Jericho: Fuckin… fuck ok, cigarette, need a cigarette. Gonna smoke this, figure out who I’m fighting and I’m gonna deal with whatever the fuck that was later. Fuck is my pack?
Jericho looks around his apartment until he finds his pants with his pack of Turkish Royals stashed inside a pocket. He pulls his lucky cigarette out, places it to his lips and lights it. He takes a long drag and breaths deep, exhaling through his nose.
Jericho: ok time to look who I’m bodying.
Jericho grabs his phone and begins to look up his opponent Chase Scott.
Jericho: HOLY FUCKING DOG SHIT WOULD YOU LOOK AT THIS WIGGER FRESH OUT THE SUBURBS! He looks like some fucking lesbian from a California prison! I can’t wait to get this little faggot in the ring I’m gonna fucking hold this little French faggot down till he starts crying “PLEASE WON’T SOME ONE FROM AMERICA COME HELP ME BECAUSE ALL I DO IS START SHIT WITH OTHER PEOPLE AND CRY TILL SOMEONE SAVES MY TIGHT ASSHOLE FROM BEING MOLSETED BY THE GUY I STARTED SHIT WITH!” That fucking neck tattoo might as well say SHOOT CUM HERE. I’d consider breaking a nut off in his ass if I wasn’t so sure he would enjoy it, so I’ll need to settle for breaking his fucking skull open.
OH MY GOD LOOK AT THAT HAIR! This dude must have like no friends what so ever or just the worst friends for letting you leave the house like that. I mean for fuck sake he looks li- HOLY FUCK NUTS THIS LOOKS LIKE JARED LETO JOKER BEFORE THE CHEMICAL BATH! All this faggot is missing is the damaged tattoo on the forehead and the ultimate faggot will have been made! He looks like he would braid hair in prison before his cellie would fuck him in his ass!
Jericho takes a drag from his cigarette and inhales the smoke through his nose then exhales it from his mouth.
Jericho: That’s the best thing you fucks have ever done for the world. Guess what you little lesbian looking French faggot, I’m not Algeria, I’m not some piss poor country in west Africa, and America is not coming to save you AGAIN. You are going to go into this match and I am going to beat you worse than Germany did. I am going to go into this ring and I am going to do what your mom should have done when she was pregnant with you and kill you.
Jericho puts his cigarette out on his ash tray that sits on his night stand.
Jericho: Ok time to go to work.
Jericho enters the building and looks around at the massive arched ceilings made of what appears to be smoothed marble. The table in front of him has a red bell resting in the corner with a plaque on it that reads “ring for assistance.” Jericho looks around more in the palace like room he is in. As he looks around he sees a sign that says “PRE 1HE WAV3.” Curious, Jericho follows the sign and begins to walk down the hallway, looking at the wax figures that surround him.
These figures all look like a well-built man with a military hair cut in a wrestling ring. One shows the man in stained work Jeans being hit over his head with a belt, the man with the belt is just a well-built silhouette. Jericho keeps walking down the hallway and looks at another wax statue this time of the man with stained jeans hitting a big boot on a man with face paint, the man with the paint seems to be clutching at a barbwire covered baseball bat. As he continues he finds another space for a wax statue with a sign that reads “coming soon!”
Finally reaching the end of the hall ways he finds and arch with a red rope draped across it, above the arch, a plaque reads ‘PRE 1HE WAV3’. There is a sign carelessly tossed on the rope, on the sign it reads “out of order”. You look inside it and only find blackness. Jericho stared into the ink like black void that stood before him. You stare and you stare but there is nothing, nothing at all in this void but blackness. You stare for what seems like hours but it’s all for nothing, the abyss does not stare back.
: Come back to me.Jericho: JESUS CUNT WHAT THE FUCK!
Jericho springs from his bed dripping with beads of sweat trying to figure out what he just went through. He looks to his bed where a massive sweat stain looks back at him.
Jericho: Fuckin… fuck ok, cigarette, need a cigarette. Gonna smoke this, figure out who I’m fighting and I’m gonna deal with whatever the fuck that was later. Fuck is my pack?
Jericho looks around his apartment until he finds his pants with his pack of Turkish Royals stashed inside a pocket. He pulls his lucky cigarette out, places it to his lips and lights it. He takes a long drag and breaths deep, exhaling through his nose.
Jericho: ok time to look who I’m bodying.
Jericho grabs his phone and begins to look up his opponent Chase Scott.
Jericho: HOLY FUCKING DOG SHIT WOULD YOU LOOK AT THIS WIGGER FRESH OUT THE SUBURBS! He looks like some fucking lesbian from a California prison! I can’t wait to get this little faggot in the ring I’m gonna fucking hold this little French faggot down till he starts crying “PLEASE WON’T SOME ONE FROM AMERICA COME HELP ME BECAUSE ALL I DO IS START SHIT WITH OTHER PEOPLE AND CRY TILL SOMEONE SAVES MY TIGHT ASSHOLE FROM BEING MOLSETED BY THE GUY I STARTED SHIT WITH!” That fucking neck tattoo might as well say SHOOT CUM HERE. I’d consider breaking a nut off in his ass if I wasn’t so sure he would enjoy it, so I’ll need to settle for breaking his fucking skull open.
OH MY GOD LOOK AT THAT HAIR! This dude must have like no friends what so ever or just the worst friends for letting you leave the house like that. I mean for fuck sake he looks li- HOLY FUCK NUTS THIS LOOKS LIKE JARED LETO JOKER BEFORE THE CHEMICAL BATH! All this faggot is missing is the damaged tattoo on the forehead and the ultimate faggot will have been made! He looks like he would braid hair in prison before his cellie would fuck him in his ass!
Jericho takes a drag from his cigarette and inhales the smoke through his nose then exhales it from his mouth.
Jericho: That’s the best thing you fucks have ever done for the world. Guess what you little lesbian looking French faggot, I’m not Algeria, I’m not some piss poor country in west Africa, and America is not coming to save you AGAIN. You are going to go into this match and I am going to beat you worse than Germany did. I am going to go into this ring and I am going to do what your mom should have done when she was pregnant with you and kill you.
Jericho puts his cigarette out on his ash tray that sits on his night stand.
Jericho: Ok time to go to work.
