Post by xtreme on Sept 25, 2019 8:44:12 GMT -6
"I feel the fear take hold
Reside in darkness, thrive where most won't go
Adrift, I curse this gift
And hope you never know
Feel like a psychotic break comin' on
Snapping two by fours
Punching holes in dry wall
Feel like a psychotic break comin' on
Chalking up my dead friends
And loved ones long gone"
- Jerry Cantrell
Xtreme is seen walking up to a merchandise stand. He calmly looks over the t-shirts and other wrestling memorabilia sitting on the outside table. You can see shirts for Ed Houston, The Big Bifford, and The Danger Boiz, stuffed wrestling figures of Dylan Thomas and Duce Jones, and signed items from Lurrr and Derek Mobley. There doesn't seem to be anything for men like R.M. Strong or Xtreme. The salesman comes over.
Salesman - Hi there! Do you see anything here you like?
Xtreme keeps looking for a few more moments, and then turns to the salesman.
Xtreme - Do you know who I am?
Salesman - No, I'm sorry. Should I?
Xtreme - No, you should not. Because I am not the type to put his face on merchandise. I do not care about monetary gains. I only care about the pain.
Salesman - The pain? What do you...
Xtreme turns and picks up the salesman, lifting and slamming him down onto the table, breaking it. The salesman is writhing in agony on top of the merchandise, some of which has landed on top of him.
Xtreme - Consider that my autograph.
Xtreme walks away leaving the carnage behind. The camera follows him, as they've been paid by the GCWA to do.
Xtreme - I am not in this business for wins and losses. I am in it to inflict the greatest damage I can do, both to my opponent and myself. My next task? A man named R.M. Strong who lives out of garbage cans. Weak. A man who had to cheat the system to get himself a contract. Weak. A man who doesn't seem to have anyone who believes in him, including himself. Weak. I look forward to testing your strength in real life, inside and outside of the ring. You fight to show that you're worth a damn. I fight to show that you're worthless. One of us will be proven right.
Xtreme continues around the corner. Sirens can be heard, as someone called for help for the salesman. The sirens don't bother Xtreme, as he laughs, moving out of sight. Fade out.
- Jerry Cantrell
Xtreme is seen walking up to a merchandise stand. He calmly looks over the t-shirts and other wrestling memorabilia sitting on the outside table. You can see shirts for Ed Houston, The Big Bifford, and The Danger Boiz, stuffed wrestling figures of Dylan Thomas and Duce Jones, and signed items from Lurrr and Derek Mobley. There doesn't seem to be anything for men like R.M. Strong or Xtreme. The salesman comes over.
Salesman - Hi there! Do you see anything here you like?
Xtreme keeps looking for a few more moments, and then turns to the salesman.
Xtreme - Do you know who I am?
Salesman - No, I'm sorry. Should I?
Xtreme - No, you should not. Because I am not the type to put his face on merchandise. I do not care about monetary gains. I only care about the pain.
Salesman - The pain? What do you...
Xtreme turns and picks up the salesman, lifting and slamming him down onto the table, breaking it. The salesman is writhing in agony on top of the merchandise, some of which has landed on top of him.
Xtreme - Consider that my autograph.
Xtreme walks away leaving the carnage behind. The camera follows him, as they've been paid by the GCWA to do.
Xtreme - I am not in this business for wins and losses. I am in it to inflict the greatest damage I can do, both to my opponent and myself. My next task? A man named R.M. Strong who lives out of garbage cans. Weak. A man who had to cheat the system to get himself a contract. Weak. A man who doesn't seem to have anyone who believes in him, including himself. Weak. I look forward to testing your strength in real life, inside and outside of the ring. You fight to show that you're worth a damn. I fight to show that you're worthless. One of us will be proven right.
Xtreme continues around the corner. Sirens can be heard, as someone called for help for the salesman. The sirens don't bother Xtreme, as he laughs, moving out of sight. Fade out.