Post by theheartbreaker on May 7, 2021 8:32:25 GMT -5
Anti Christ#1
Opening Match Promo #1
Why don’t we begin?
-My doctor spoke to not just me but the entire class. My eyes studied the patience one by one, trying to just their motivation for coming. Obviously I seen myself as the true leader even more of the room dictator than the women with doctor robe.-
-How could I not? Who was going to stop me? The dude to my left with his finger up his left nostril, the sides of his head marked with grey patches of stained hair with the top being a bad canvas only. His clothes smelled of pure filth he clearly got picked from the nearest homeless shelter.-
-To my right I spotted a teen, couldn’t put my finger on her exact age. But her hair matched her aura out of place, not combed, the exact opposite of myself. Who dare I say a well dressed male. Her eyes were even wild they couldn’t focus on one object she found, her hands kept reaching out from crayons to pens, and paper.-
Hmm… Interesting…
-Someone caught my eye which caused the mumble under my breath, a hidden gem not much to start but a gem at least. Someone to keep his head on straight not to lose it but keep it at straight he supposed. Although this was a waste for the HeartBreaker he understood his eyes should be on his match with the opportunity to face little Miss Vex with her shining armor.-
Who would like to go first? Jazzy?
-The doctor pointed to my left but I didn’t fully notice or care, my mind got lost in the thought of my match. Not from fear or nerves, I’ve been in this spot before I thought but here was different. No one here knows me, no validation. Which is what I needed, a place to…-
Nah, we always allow you to sneak or past, why don’t you give it a go Logan Burgess.
-The doctor smiled right at me, I got snatched back to reality away from imagination. Which made my blood boil, my eyes no longer walked themselves around the room, now focus on the women with the clipboard and pair of brown glasses.-
-The doctor smiled right at me, I got snatched back to reality away from imagination. Which made my blood boil, my eyes no longer walked themselves around the room, now focus on the women with the clipboard and pair of brown glasses.-
-I took my right hand rubbing my noise, now it felt like I was the erupting volcano. I stood up not moving my eyes from that of the hazel eyeballs that returned a glance only hiding fear behind that glance is the doctor.-
What do we gain from any of this? Might as well give us diaries and tells us to write down how we feel about our day. Why not allow me to get my hands dirty with Kevin Hunter, a man who seem to share my thirst for blood and violence. Who spoke of the rise of the devil but he doesn’t understand that not even Satan or Jesus himself can stop the ending Heart Break. That sad ending is if there’s a Jesus, a man with such light he won’t be beaten, this world will not be alter by no mortal. Certain not the wasted potential of Kevin Hunter who feels he is entitled everything but is only entitled to waste his own blood of my boots.
-I didn’t spoke from only the heart, but from anger. Anger from looking at this stupid doctor, anger from being placed with people who couldn’t tell me their last name. A superstar like myself didn’t need anger management, what I need is a outlet. And winning the Ascension championship will help fuel me with opponents to stomp.-
That’s why we are here, Logan to ease that feeling to prove that god is key.
-I raise my hand, for her to stop with the bullshit of a lord and savior, I've heard it my entire life. She paused once my hand went up, she was confused and nervously laughing. At that moment, all I wanted to do was aim a chair right at her skull. Maybe it save me the pain of looking this ugly women in the face.-
Don’t give me that crap. Why didn’t your lord take me away from my abuse father? Why didn’t your savior save me from becoming a laughing stock!?
-My voice took a power of it own, before I could calm myself I was screaming and pointing my left index finger right at her. This wasn’t me. The normal calm posture I kept left me and got replaced with aggression. -
Why didn’t god bless his godless from the south with a better chance of a clear victory? He allowed his so-called godless Heathen Jones to have the misfortune of staring right at me across the ring, he allowed his bad luck to continue he put something on the line and boy, I hate losing. That’s why I beat my opponents so bad they feel it when they take a shit, when they walk or breath.
-For some reason, I smirk, after that little smirk followed a chuckle. In that moment, I looked around myself, the others laughed, the bastards joined in on me laughing at the doctor.-
I have no reason to address each man, but look around you. We are all laughing not at us but you. Laughing at the fact you think we are crazy, that we are the problems that keep you all from living a normal life. From being Christians. Mark my word, until the day I kick the bucket whenever that may be. I’m taking the Ascension Championship to my grave. Not a damn thing you, Kasey, Kagome or any man in this match can do to stop me. God forgives right? Then our father will forgive me for the bodies I leave laying, their blood is on his hands while mine remain clean. Let’s play, normally it be ladies first, but the boys are in luck to dance with the Black Sheep, to walk with the Anti Christ.
-I end it there, with a smirk on my face, a bow with my right hand on my chest with the left behind my back to end the scene.-