Post by James Jackson on May 16, 2010 12:15:37 GMT -6
There's thumbtacks scattered across the floor of an empty building. Pieces of broken lighttubes are also shown along the ground. The sea of thumbtacks cover the floor as in the center of the buiilding a chair along with a ladder stand across from each other. A man can be shown sitting in the chair, as you see few cuts across his arm, with some glass piercing his skin. He slowly begins to pull the glass out of his arm, as he looks up and its shown to be James Jackson. He doesn't say a word, as a voice can be heard around the building.
Voice
"Good God almighty, thumbtacks, there has to be thousands of thumbtacks scattered across the mat."
The voice of legendary wrestling announcer Jim Ross can be heard as it fades away into another voice.
"Even though barbwire leaves scars, the sight of having thumbtacks sticking out of your arm and all across your back it never leaves the mind. You seem haunted by them so when you do the daily things with a thumbtack your mind always trails back. It always goes back to when you got thrown into them they haunt. These silver little pins haunt you for life."
The voice of the hardcore legend himself, Mick Foley can be heard as the voices come to an end. James himself begins to speak.
"As you see around me, this is the environment, I could be casted into. I very well could be feeling the same pain that the hardcore icon himself hated to suffer. Thousands of thumtacks pushing their way into your skin. When I was a young boy and I had dreams of standing in the middle of a wrestling ring. I never thought of thumbtacks as something I had to endure. I never had the idea that hey I am going to become a wrestler, so I can feel the pain and suffering of thumbtacks being plicked out of my skin. The thought of having to explain to the doctor why I have severe pain is because I landed on a bunch of thumbtacks. Yet I don't see myself wondering why or complaing about it.
I know full well, I very could have the fate of me being slammed into these tacks as my calling come May 22nd. I very well could have the end of my night be me staring up while laying down on these little pins keep searching for ways to dig deeper into my skin. I know full well that this match is fifteen against one man. I know that because every other person is willing, that is the word. Willingly going to be enjoying the fact that they get to swing whatever weapon of choice and have pleasure in doing so.
I am not one who needs these weapons. I am not one who cherishes these weapons. I am not one who defines my career and my life by these weapons. All I need is my barehands. I will fight with my own body, that is my message. I stand alone and above, I don't need to join in and become a follower. I don't need to follow any kind of group to get my name cheered by the faithful. I don't need some kind of pleasure or self motivation by joining the masses.
I don't need to walk that path like everyone else. I can prove to the world and to everyone else that I am the best wrestler in the world. I'd prove that point by defeating fifteen other individuals in a environment that isn't my own. I am willing to do so in order to prove that point. I believe I'm the best, and therefore I need to prove that. Yet I could sit here and just shrug it off. As we turn the clock to last year's 4 Up, and who stood out? Who refused to join the masses then and walked away winner?
Obviously the one man standing before you. I won last year with the same belief. The same concept in my mind, that I refuse to give in and join everyone else. I don't need to be like everyone else in this competition to win. I don't need to join the temptation fight the urge and become an addict like everyone else. I don't nor will I do so. I don't and I won't therefore what stands out better. What makes for a better journey. Being one of the fifteen, being like everyone else and joining the masses and winning. Then their is my quest, being the Anti-Hardcore Icon, my story sells it self, my quest stands alone. I will not fail in doing so."
James stands up from the chair, and starts to climb up towards the ladder across from him. He climbs the ladder, and glares down at the thumbtacks scattered all across the ground.
"That sea below me could be my destination on May 22nd. I'm all for it, whether I do is up to the others around me. If the other folks in this match, want to force me into this thumbtacks, ladders and chairs match then go ahead. I'm waiting on it if it has to occur. I don't care if I have to fall on thumbtacks or climbing ladders. Chairshots, keep them coming, as I will still stand and walk away. It can be lighttubes like I said earlier or the beast before me. It doesn't matter as at the end of the night I will be standing on top of the proverbial mountain. I'm waiting and I'm ready, who's with me? I'll be their come May 22nd and I want someone to stop me."
James stands on the top ladder rung, holding his arms up as the scene comes to an end.[/b][/color]
Voice
"Good God almighty, thumbtacks, there has to be thousands of thumbtacks scattered across the mat."
The voice of legendary wrestling announcer Jim Ross can be heard as it fades away into another voice.
"Even though barbwire leaves scars, the sight of having thumbtacks sticking out of your arm and all across your back it never leaves the mind. You seem haunted by them so when you do the daily things with a thumbtack your mind always trails back. It always goes back to when you got thrown into them they haunt. These silver little pins haunt you for life."
The voice of the hardcore legend himself, Mick Foley can be heard as the voices come to an end. James himself begins to speak.
"As you see around me, this is the environment, I could be casted into. I very well could be feeling the same pain that the hardcore icon himself hated to suffer. Thousands of thumtacks pushing their way into your skin. When I was a young boy and I had dreams of standing in the middle of a wrestling ring. I never thought of thumbtacks as something I had to endure. I never had the idea that hey I am going to become a wrestler, so I can feel the pain and suffering of thumbtacks being plicked out of my skin. The thought of having to explain to the doctor why I have severe pain is because I landed on a bunch of thumbtacks. Yet I don't see myself wondering why or complaing about it.
I know full well, I very could have the fate of me being slammed into these tacks as my calling come May 22nd. I very well could have the end of my night be me staring up while laying down on these little pins keep searching for ways to dig deeper into my skin. I know full well that this match is fifteen against one man. I know that because every other person is willing, that is the word. Willingly going to be enjoying the fact that they get to swing whatever weapon of choice and have pleasure in doing so.
I am not one who needs these weapons. I am not one who cherishes these weapons. I am not one who defines my career and my life by these weapons. All I need is my barehands. I will fight with my own body, that is my message. I stand alone and above, I don't need to join in and become a follower. I don't need to follow any kind of group to get my name cheered by the faithful. I don't need some kind of pleasure or self motivation by joining the masses.
I don't need to walk that path like everyone else. I can prove to the world and to everyone else that I am the best wrestler in the world. I'd prove that point by defeating fifteen other individuals in a environment that isn't my own. I am willing to do so in order to prove that point. I believe I'm the best, and therefore I need to prove that. Yet I could sit here and just shrug it off. As we turn the clock to last year's 4 Up, and who stood out? Who refused to join the masses then and walked away winner?
Obviously the one man standing before you. I won last year with the same belief. The same concept in my mind, that I refuse to give in and join everyone else. I don't need to be like everyone else in this competition to win. I don't need to join the temptation fight the urge and become an addict like everyone else. I don't nor will I do so. I don't and I won't therefore what stands out better. What makes for a better journey. Being one of the fifteen, being like everyone else and joining the masses and winning. Then their is my quest, being the Anti-Hardcore Icon, my story sells it self, my quest stands alone. I will not fail in doing so."
James stands up from the chair, and starts to climb up towards the ladder across from him. He climbs the ladder, and glares down at the thumbtacks scattered all across the ground.
"That sea below me could be my destination on May 22nd. I'm all for it, whether I do is up to the others around me. If the other folks in this match, want to force me into this thumbtacks, ladders and chairs match then go ahead. I'm waiting on it if it has to occur. I don't care if I have to fall on thumbtacks or climbing ladders. Chairshots, keep them coming, as I will still stand and walk away. It can be lighttubes like I said earlier or the beast before me. It doesn't matter as at the end of the night I will be standing on top of the proverbial mountain. I'm waiting and I'm ready, who's with me? I'll be their come May 22nd and I want someone to stop me."
James stands on the top ladder rung, holding his arms up as the scene comes to an end.[/b][/color]
