Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2018 18:46:21 GMT -5
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"So many choices"
The word escape the lips of Jason Hunter as a whisper. He sits in the middle of the training ring inside the gym of his mentor Matt Shields, staring down at a plethora of weapons. There's a kendo stick, a steel chair. a staple gun, his hanging rope, a cowbell, a large leather strap, a piece of sheet metal painted like the Texas flag, a stop sign, a metal trash can and lid, a small bag which presumably holds tacks inside it, a specialized Texas guitar strap, a pair of brass knuckles, and in the two corners behind him, a ladder and a table. He looks up at the camera with no expression at all, eyes focused straight ahead as he reaches out and takes hold of the hangman's rope.
"So many wonderful choices in front of me that I could use on Saturday night. This one is my favorite though. The versatility of it is the real selling point for me. I can use it whip someone, or hang someone. I can wrap it around my hand and add a little extra to every single punch. Or, I could not use it at all. hell, I could use nothing that's sitting here and just try to beat you with good old fashioned wrestling. It would certainly prove that I am the superior wrestler, and isn't that what this is all about?"
Hunter looks at the camera and just kind of shrugs, his expression still not changing in any noticeable way.
"No, that's not what this is about Melina. This is about me beating the hell out of you. That is why I am sitting here with these weapons. That is why I was so excited when this match was announced as a Texas death match. It's become a bit of a specialty for me, and it's why I am sitting here with all these wonderful tools of destruction. Melina, I want you to listen to me very closely, because every thing that I am about to say, it is for you. It's not for anyone else, but you."
Hunter takes a deep breath, as he runs his hand across the weapons in front of him and gives a slight smile before the cold emotionless gaze returns.
"Every single thing sitting here, can be used against you Melina. Every single weapon inside of this ring, can be used to help me beat you. Every one of these instruments can be used to cause you pain and suffering. Trust me when I tell you this Melina, that is exactly what is coming you way on Saturday night. I'm not sure if you're really prepared for this match. Have you ever even been in a Texas death match? Me, I made the match my own as I was bouncing around the small local companies, looking for that big break. I would find the toughest son of a bitch I could, antagonize him, attack him, make him hate me, and then I would lay out the challenge. Do you know what would happen then Melina? I would make every single one of those mean, tough, bastards, regret that they had ever even thought of stepping foot inside of a wrestling ring. Five times I have been in a Texas death match, five times I have won a Texas death match, and five times, my opponent didn't return to the ring afterwards. Now, I will admit that they weren't easy wins. I have my share of scars from those matches. I left buckets of blood inside the ring, and it no doubt took some time off of my career, but it ended theirs. That's what I do in this kind of match Melina. I do whatever it takes to get the win, even if it almost kills me."
Hunter still looks straight ahead as he slings the noose section of the rope over his shoulder.
"Can you do that Melina? What I have seen of you lately, I don't think so. You are going to have to dig deep to even have a chance in this match. I don't want the Melina Garrison that is busy doing photo shoots. I don't want the Melina Garrison that is worried about her son wearing some other wrestlers shirt. I don't want the Melina Garrison that is waiting for other people to beat Juliana DiMaria. I want the Melina Garrison that beat Juliana DiMaria. I want the tough as nails Melina Garrison. I want the bitch who isn't afraid to get her hands dirty. I don't want you at your best Melina. I want you at your very worst. I want to see just how far you are willing to go to get a win. I want to see a Melina Garrison that will scratch and claw and bite and take what she wants. If you can't give me that Melina Garrison, you better not even show the hell up. If you are not prepared to spill as much of your own blood as your are mine, there is no damn point in you even getting in to this ring. If you are not willing to take this kendo stick and shatter it to splinters across my back, don't even show up to the damn arena. if you are not willing to take these takes, spread them all out over the ring and drive my skull down in to them, don't even bother getting in your car to come to the show. If you are not willing to drive me through that table, don't even bother getting out of bed. If you are not willing to put your entire career on the line to win this match, don't even waste my damn time."
Hunter steps up, and slams the noose down on the mat, showing some real emotion now as he stares straight ahead.
"This match is my moment Melina. This match is where I prove that I am the most dangerous, sadistic son of a bitch that this company will ever see, and I will not have you ruin that. I want you to come in there and throw every damn thing you have at me, because I will damn sure throw everything I have at you. Then, when it is me standing tall over your bloody broken body, there will be zero doubt that I am the best in this entire damn company."
Hunter raises his arm high, bringing the hangman's rope up as he stars straight ahead at the camera, a sadistic smirk now plastered across his face.
"So many choices"
The word escape the lips of Jason Hunter as a whisper. He sits in the middle of the training ring inside the gym of his mentor Matt Shields, staring down at a plethora of weapons. There's a kendo stick, a steel chair. a staple gun, his hanging rope, a cowbell, a large leather strap, a piece of sheet metal painted like the Texas flag, a stop sign, a metal trash can and lid, a small bag which presumably holds tacks inside it, a specialized Texas guitar strap, a pair of brass knuckles, and in the two corners behind him, a ladder and a table. He looks up at the camera with no expression at all, eyes focused straight ahead as he reaches out and takes hold of the hangman's rope.
"So many wonderful choices in front of me that I could use on Saturday night. This one is my favorite though. The versatility of it is the real selling point for me. I can use it whip someone, or hang someone. I can wrap it around my hand and add a little extra to every single punch. Or, I could not use it at all. hell, I could use nothing that's sitting here and just try to beat you with good old fashioned wrestling. It would certainly prove that I am the superior wrestler, and isn't that what this is all about?"
Hunter looks at the camera and just kind of shrugs, his expression still not changing in any noticeable way.
"No, that's not what this is about Melina. This is about me beating the hell out of you. That is why I am sitting here with these weapons. That is why I was so excited when this match was announced as a Texas death match. It's become a bit of a specialty for me, and it's why I am sitting here with all these wonderful tools of destruction. Melina, I want you to listen to me very closely, because every thing that I am about to say, it is for you. It's not for anyone else, but you."
Hunter takes a deep breath, as he runs his hand across the weapons in front of him and gives a slight smile before the cold emotionless gaze returns.
"Every single thing sitting here, can be used against you Melina. Every single weapon inside of this ring, can be used to help me beat you. Every one of these instruments can be used to cause you pain and suffering. Trust me when I tell you this Melina, that is exactly what is coming you way on Saturday night. I'm not sure if you're really prepared for this match. Have you ever even been in a Texas death match? Me, I made the match my own as I was bouncing around the small local companies, looking for that big break. I would find the toughest son of a bitch I could, antagonize him, attack him, make him hate me, and then I would lay out the challenge. Do you know what would happen then Melina? I would make every single one of those mean, tough, bastards, regret that they had ever even thought of stepping foot inside of a wrestling ring. Five times I have been in a Texas death match, five times I have won a Texas death match, and five times, my opponent didn't return to the ring afterwards. Now, I will admit that they weren't easy wins. I have my share of scars from those matches. I left buckets of blood inside the ring, and it no doubt took some time off of my career, but it ended theirs. That's what I do in this kind of match Melina. I do whatever it takes to get the win, even if it almost kills me."
Hunter still looks straight ahead as he slings the noose section of the rope over his shoulder.
"Can you do that Melina? What I have seen of you lately, I don't think so. You are going to have to dig deep to even have a chance in this match. I don't want the Melina Garrison that is busy doing photo shoots. I don't want the Melina Garrison that is worried about her son wearing some other wrestlers shirt. I don't want the Melina Garrison that is waiting for other people to beat Juliana DiMaria. I want the Melina Garrison that beat Juliana DiMaria. I want the tough as nails Melina Garrison. I want the bitch who isn't afraid to get her hands dirty. I don't want you at your best Melina. I want you at your very worst. I want to see just how far you are willing to go to get a win. I want to see a Melina Garrison that will scratch and claw and bite and take what she wants. If you can't give me that Melina Garrison, you better not even show the hell up. If you are not prepared to spill as much of your own blood as your are mine, there is no damn point in you even getting in to this ring. If you are not willing to take this kendo stick and shatter it to splinters across my back, don't even show up to the damn arena. if you are not willing to take these takes, spread them all out over the ring and drive my skull down in to them, don't even bother getting in your car to come to the show. If you are not willing to drive me through that table, don't even bother getting out of bed. If you are not willing to put your entire career on the line to win this match, don't even waste my damn time."
Hunter steps up, and slams the noose down on the mat, showing some real emotion now as he stares straight ahead.
"This match is my moment Melina. This match is where I prove that I am the most dangerous, sadistic son of a bitch that this company will ever see, and I will not have you ruin that. I want you to come in there and throw every damn thing you have at me, because I will damn sure throw everything I have at you. Then, when it is me standing tall over your bloody broken body, there will be zero doubt that I am the best in this entire damn company."
Hunter raises his arm high, bringing the hangman's rope up as he stars straight ahead at the camera, a sadistic smirk now plastered across his face.