Post by ~The Angel In Hell~Jason James on Dec 24, 2008 7:51:22 GMT -6
Season’s Beatings, Rookies Vs. Vets, the first PPV of the New Year. And as the New Year begins so does the war between the members of the AWS, the veterans that have been there since day one of the company, making claims that the rookies, who have been stepping into the hallow halls of the company as of late, have no respect for them and what they have done. The rookies are claiming that they deserve the same respect that the vets have….One such veteran is the monster of the company Jason James. As the time draws near for the first shots to be fired in this brewing war, the battle lines have been drawn. Jason teams with two other vets within the company Mistress Pain and Ash Dubois, I a six person tag against three rookies, Storm, Takeji “The Baku” Kimura, and Alexander McQueen.
”LET IT BEGIN!!!!”
//The scene opens up in total darkness, the stillness filling the air, not sound but the echoing of a steady drip that can be heard, like water, but that is soon drowned out by a deep animalistic, demonic voice, singing its own twisted version of Christmas carols.//
~The Angel In Hell~
Jason James
Violent Night….Bloody Night….
Deck the halls with entrails…
Flesh for devouring…Blood for toasting….the killing fields out in the snow….these are a few of my favorite things….Ahhh the holidays….the most wonderful time of the year….
//Suddenly peering through the darkness, are a pair of piercing blood red eyes.//
~The Angel In The Hell~
Jason James
While others were brought happiness with brightly wrapped packages and warm and fuzzy family moments, I was only happy when causing pain, tearing flesh from bone, then crushing said bones into pieces and then to dust, before devouring the flesh, and washing it down with the sweet living giving nectar, blood.
//A slow twisted chuckle slides through the darkness, before the sound of a match striking against the wall is heard, followed by the usual sparking, the tiny flame igniting and providing some illumination. As the flame flickers and dances with each inhale and exhale of his breath, along with his knotted hair moving along with each exhale, it causes the shadows along Jason’s black and red masked face.//
~The Angel In Hell~
Jason James
I have been that way since I came remember. But that wasn’t always the case. I was once, what society calls “normal”. I wasn’t the monster I am today. No I was just a misunderstood young boy, living with a “normal” family that consists of a loving mother and sister, and an alcoholic abusive bastard of a father. But as I soon came to find out that those called my mother and sister, who showed me kindness, and that alcoholic bastard that I called my father weren’t really my family. That the identity of my real mother and father and my destiny was so much more, was dark, twisted, and violent in areas by most standards.
//Licking his lips hungrily, the ultimate predator sizing up his prey, his next meal, Jason then lets a sickening and morbidly cruel smirk slide along his lips.//
~The Angel In Hell~
Jason James
But as I grew after that fateful night, where I murdered that abusive bastard “father” of mine, I realized through betrayal, manipulation, treachery, and my own experiences that I am a monster, and that my father was Lucifer himself, and mother was a heavenly angel. And with that realization, I also discovered my hunger, that hunger for human flesh, the thirst for human blood, an appetite for destruction…..That there is a darkness with my soul, where the beast lies, in chains struggling for that one lapse in control, to break free, take control and wreak havoc.
//Blowing out the match, everything once more is plunged back into darkness.//
~The Angel In Hell~
Jason James
And that darkness that I have struggled against for many years with every waking moment has caused me to do some very not so nice, nasty things. At first I was obsessed with being “normal, human, trying to fit in, but time and time again I failed. I failed at everything from friendships and tag team partnerships, to relationships….
//Suddenly with a burst of brimstone flames ignite, revealing Jason standing within a room, in between bloody, rotting carcasses, the dripping sound revealed to be the blood smacking against the cold concrete floor. As the fires of hell themselves pop and crackle, licking high up into the air, Jason maneuvers him between the carcasses, like some unholy sick and twisted dance. Slowly running a finger fingers along the bloody rotted flesh of one of the carcasses, Jason smears blood along his lips before licking it off.//
~The Angel In Hell~
But after years and years of self abuse and torture, I finally found the one, the one that I have been searching for. The one who has helped filled the void within my darkness….., the one who has help me realize the power within me, the power that can bring Armageddon to the mortal world. And that same person happens to be one of my partners Mistress Pain.
[/i][/color]”LET IT BEGIN!!!!”
//The scene opens up in total darkness, the stillness filling the air, not sound but the echoing of a steady drip that can be heard, like water, but that is soon drowned out by a deep animalistic, demonic voice, singing its own twisted version of Christmas carols.//
~The Angel In Hell~
Jason James
Violent Night….Bloody Night….
Deck the halls with entrails…
Flesh for devouring…Blood for toasting….the killing fields out in the snow….these are a few of my favorite things….Ahhh the holidays….the most wonderful time of the year….
//Suddenly peering through the darkness, are a pair of piercing blood red eyes.//
~The Angel In The Hell~
Jason James
While others were brought happiness with brightly wrapped packages and warm and fuzzy family moments, I was only happy when causing pain, tearing flesh from bone, then crushing said bones into pieces and then to dust, before devouring the flesh, and washing it down with the sweet living giving nectar, blood.
//A slow twisted chuckle slides through the darkness, before the sound of a match striking against the wall is heard, followed by the usual sparking, the tiny flame igniting and providing some illumination. As the flame flickers and dances with each inhale and exhale of his breath, along with his knotted hair moving along with each exhale, it causes the shadows along Jason’s black and red masked face.//
~The Angel In Hell~
Jason James
I have been that way since I came remember. But that wasn’t always the case. I was once, what society calls “normal”. I wasn’t the monster I am today. No I was just a misunderstood young boy, living with a “normal” family that consists of a loving mother and sister, and an alcoholic abusive bastard of a father. But as I soon came to find out that those called my mother and sister, who showed me kindness, and that alcoholic bastard that I called my father weren’t really my family. That the identity of my real mother and father and my destiny was so much more, was dark, twisted, and violent in areas by most standards.
//Licking his lips hungrily, the ultimate predator sizing up his prey, his next meal, Jason then lets a sickening and morbidly cruel smirk slide along his lips.//
~The Angel In Hell~
Jason James
But as I grew after that fateful night, where I murdered that abusive bastard “father” of mine, I realized through betrayal, manipulation, treachery, and my own experiences that I am a monster, and that my father was Lucifer himself, and mother was a heavenly angel. And with that realization, I also discovered my hunger, that hunger for human flesh, the thirst for human blood, an appetite for destruction…..That there is a darkness with my soul, where the beast lies, in chains struggling for that one lapse in control, to break free, take control and wreak havoc.
//Blowing out the match, everything once more is plunged back into darkness.//
~The Angel In Hell~
Jason James
And that darkness that I have struggled against for many years with every waking moment has caused me to do some very not so nice, nasty things. At first I was obsessed with being “normal, human, trying to fit in, but time and time again I failed. I failed at everything from friendships and tag team partnerships, to relationships….
//Suddenly with a burst of brimstone flames ignite, revealing Jason standing within a room, in between bloody, rotting carcasses, the dripping sound revealed to be the blood smacking against the cold concrete floor. As the fires of hell themselves pop and crackle, licking high up into the air, Jason maneuvers him between the carcasses, like some unholy sick and twisted dance. Slowly running a finger fingers along the bloody rotted flesh of one of the carcasses, Jason smears blood along his lips before licking it off.//
~The Angel In Hell~
But after years and years of self abuse and torture, I finally found the one, the one that I have been searching for. The one who has helped filled the void within my darkness….., the one who has help me realize the power within me, the power that can bring Armageddon to the mortal world. And that same person happens to be one of my partners Mistress Pain.
//His eyes glow with a sadistic love for the woman whose name he just spoke. Glancing down at his gloved hand, he flexes it into a claw.//
~The Angel In Hell~
Jason James
She has shown me…made me realize that’s it ok to be myself, that it’s ok to be a monster….That’s it ok to be a what society would label a freak, that my appetite for human flesh….blood….destruction was normal. Made me see that the hellfire that runs through my veins, that fuels my very soul, and my shall we say eccentric taste. And that very same hellfire can be used to create the Utopia that only one can dream about, that of broken brunt and broken bones and souls.
//Suddenly a fireball ignites in his hand, reflecting in his eyes, showing that sadistic gleam, flipping his hair back he lifts his head up, his face a demonic mask.//
~The Angel In Hell~
Jason James
And just as I have crushed….extinguished….and devour those that have stood before more before….
//Closing his massive hand, the fire ball goes out with a hiss.//
~The Angel In Hell~
Jason James
And I will do it again, at Season’s Beating. Once again I will revel in the shattered remains of my victims; once again I will howl in delight as the taste of flesh and blood touch my pallet once more. But unlike the victims I have crushed before, or the flesh and blood I have feasted on in the past, but the taste this time around will be sweeter, more succulent, more tantalizing. For you see, at Season’s Beatings, it won’t be the usual suspects, who I have crushed and destroyed leaving them broken and beaten, oh no…..this war has brought in new tasty and appetizing meals.
//Letting his lips curl into a snarl like smirk, Jason slowly darts his tongue out, rolling it along them, wetting them, as if he were the alpha wolf, having his pick of the tasty morsels of sheep that have been unknowing led to their own slaughter.//
~The Angel In Hell~
Jason James
Storm….Takeji…..and Alexander…..the three of you are sheep that have been led to your own slaughter. You see…you have stepped into a company and have stepped and walked all over those who have came before you, showing no regard or respect for those who have been here since day one. So in doing so, you have sealed your own fate, and Sophie has put together the beginning of a civil war within the company, and the very first shots of this war, are going to be fired at the PPV. The blood, violence that will ensue for what could be months or even years, will be no doubt troublesome for those to even speak about, who have witnessed or who have experienced it first hand. And I am prepared to show you, that you should fear those you are attempting to replace….Cause at PPV, your first stand will be your last…
//Laughing psychotically, Jason licks his lips as he uses a sing songs voice as the scene fades to black ending it.//
~The Angel In Hell~
Jason James
Sheep’s to the slaughter…..sheep’s to the slaughter…sheep’s to the slaughter.[/center]
