Post by SWITCHBLXDE on Sept 10, 2021 0:52:36 GMT -5
The scene opens slowly to the site of a very old building. Age and weather has taken it down to a rotting corpse. The outside wood is covered in moss and roots from growing trees and bush. We hear the sound of an engine in the distance as the camera slowly turns to the street on the outside. We can see a hummer, painted in a red camouflage, approaching the building. It pulls up slowly and parks horizontally in the parking spot. A large Canadian flag hangs from the back flowing softly in the wind. The engine shuts off and the hummer quiets down. There is no movement for a while. The fresh and clean hummer sits silently looking at the old decrepit building.
Finally, the silence is broken when the driver's side door opens up slowly. We see a pair of Timberland boots hit the floor as the camera pans up to see the tattooed body and face of SWITCHBLXDE. He is dressed simple. A pair of black Timberland boots and a pair of black joggers without a shirt. He slams the door shut behind him as he takes a look up at the building, staring at it with a grin on his face. He stands there for a moment, almost as if he is reliving a memory. He then turns towards the camera, flashing his silver smile as he begins to speak.
“I ain’t never really been a team playa’. Most of my life I’ve been roamin’ the streets solo. Yeah, I’ve ran into a few scrubs here and there that became homies, but most of the time it was me, myself, and I. I had a family who shit on me and didn’t respect me. I had people that said they cared, but really didn’t give a rats ass if I lived or died. I had to learn to be a solo act. Watch out for number one.”
SWITCHBLXDE begins to walk, his face still sporting a huge grin. He inspects the side of the building, noticing every crack and rotted piece of wood. He bends down and picks up a chunk of it before laughing and tossing it aside. He continues walking, his hand touching the building at all times.
“I came to Project Honor to expand my reach. Too long have I been attached to the Sharpe name. A name I didn’t want nor did I fuckin’ ask for! I buried that name back in 2020 when I got locked up. The past is the past and the future is fuckin’ now! Project Honor has put a big name on the wrestling bizz. I’m here to put my name on Project Honor. To kick the door off the hinges and prove that I ain’t just some chihuahua playing with pitbulls. I’m the street dog! I’m the tramp! And I’m the one who’s biting at the scruff and walkin’ out with blood coverin’ it’s chops.”
SWITCHBLXDE licks his lips before turning back to the building, his face still sporting that sick smile we have grown to know. He begins to hum to himself as he kicks a stone into the front of the building. It hits one of the glass doors, cracking it down the middle.
“Last show I did just that. I showed my goddamn worth. And now I’m thrown into somebody elses business as a pawn to take a fall. I ain’t no pawn. And I don’t play no fuckin’ games for people who haven’t done shit for me. But I’ll take it like this. The way I see it, this is a way to show that outta’ 10 muthafuckas in the ring, SWITCHBLXDE is the best. That the top dawg in Project Honor is the underdog in this match. That THA GOD has risen from the dead and he is here to bless you with his presence.”
SWITCHBLXDE makes his way back to the hummer and knocks on the side a few times. The back doors swing open before a few men and women step out wearing balaclavas with crosshairs on their foreheads. Each wear a black hoodie and black joggers with black boots. SWITCHBLXDE grins as they all line up in front of him.
“Demarco, Darling, I don’t give a fuck who’s who. I care about walkin’ in and stompin’ skulls on my way to the top. And if the way to get where I want rests on a team victory, so be it. I’ll be the team player. Been there, faked that. If I can stab my own family in the back to get what I want then doin’ it to some unknowns ain’t no thang. Introduce a little anarchy, upset the established order. The saying holds true."
The masked crew return to the hummer and begin pulling out baseball bats, crowbars, and metal pipes. Anarchy quickly begins as the crew begin smashing the windows and the doors of the building. Glass shards and old pieces of wood begin littering the ground as the crew begin destroying the ancient building. SWITCHBLXDE laughs joyfully as he watches them go to work. He picks up a piece of sheet rock and eyes a window. He tosses the rock and it flies through the air before smashing right through the front of the building, creating an enormous hole. SWITCHBLXDE laughs menacingly as the followers continue.
“When the pieces begin to fall the structure becomes weak. Holdin’ up so much weight can only continue if the base stays strong. But if you chip away at the foundation… the whole project comes crashin’ down. And If worse comes to worse and the foundation tends to be strong…”
SWITCHBLXDE whistles as they turn towards him.
“Burn it down.”
SWITCHBLXDE’s crew drop their weapons and return to the hummer. They begin grabbing gas cans, lighter fluid bottles, and homemade molotov cocktails out of the back as most begin pouring gasoline and lighter fluid around the building. A few go into the building and then return after a few moments with empty cans. SWITCHBLXDE admires the work as the men and women toss their empty cans onto the ground.
“All the gasoline and lighter fluid in the world won’t make it burn though. You can dose it in as much as you want and it will only remain wet. But then you find yourself a flame, an anarchist; someone who wants nothin’ more than to start the fire and watch it burn before them. It’s not gasoline that starts the fire. It’s the anarchist with a message who scorches the world.”
And with that SWITCHBLXDE lights up a molotov cocktail and smiles sadistically at the camera before tossing it into the building. The fire begins to grow as the rest of the crew each throw a flaming bottle. The building erupts in flames as one of the crew members hands SWITCHBLXDE a hoodie. He slides it on before he spreads his arms to the sides as he begins laughing hysterically at the top of his lungs. His laughs turn dark as he pulls a balaclava over his head, disappearing into the unknown as he blends with the anarchist crew. The building burns bright, fire and smoke filling the air as the whole crew disperse, watching the building burn as they make their getaway.
