Outtakes Board

Here's a fun board where you can rewrite and add the "Bloopers" of a scene/post. However, the rules still apply, no humiliation, mutiliation, foul language etc if you're not tight with the person so rule of thumb, don't do something that you wouldnt want done to you. If you involve another person's char, please get their okay before you do something that may be out of char for their char.

Gideon's new entrance and theme

The lights began to flicker then dim as Comatose played on the pa. Fans knew who was this person when the tron came to life. what looked like two glowing pale ice blue eyes appeared followed by the words think of me as your guardian angel. Soon other images began to show upon the tron. Imags of the crucifiction as well as some scripture and images of crosses and angels. The lights went back on and a figure could be seen in the rafters.

He was dressed in blue with a white sleeveless trench coat and brown hair. Soon the lights began to flicker and then dim again till it was pitch black. As the lights came back on the ring was now surounded by a light blue mist. The mist took the form of a cross. but not just any cross, the cross that Gideon used as his symbol. Stormclouds began to form above the arena as lightning went and struck the myst spliting the cross in half.

Soon the lights went out again. this time when it came on that same figure that was in the rafters was now standing where the lightning had struck. When the camera got a close up of his face it was indeed the Dark Savior himself. Gideon then drops to his knees to say a prayer s lightning strikes the four turnbckles sending four arcs of lightnig towards Gideon striking him.

Finally a lightnig bolt strikes down on him from the storm clouds as well and he begins to levitate as he absorbs the lightning bolts into his body. His eyes begin to glow wildly as he lets out an explosion of light energy that emanates from his body as he then drops back to his knees in the prayer position and then rises to his feet. The fans began to cheer loudly as they held up signs saying the Savior has returned and will you be my guardian angel.

Posted on Aug 17, 2009, 2:32 AM

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Gideon's new entrance

The lights began to flicker then dim as comtose played on the pa. Fans knew who was this person when the tron came to life. what looked like two glowing pale ice blue eyes appeared followed by the words think of me as your guardian angel. The lights went back on and a figure could be seen in the rafters. He was dressed in blue with a white sleeveless trench coat and brown hair.

Soon the lights began to flicker and then dim again till it was pitch black. As the lights came back on the ring was now surounded by a light blue mist. The mist took the form of a cross. but not just any cross, the cross that Gideon used as his symbol. Stormclouds began to form above the arena as lightning went and struck the myst spliting the cross in half.

Soon the lights went out again. this time when it came on that same figure that was in the rafters was now standing where the lightning had struck. when the camera got a close up of his face it was indeed the Dark Savior himself. Gideon then drops to his knees to say a prayer as lightning strikes the four turnbckles sending four arcs of lightnig towards Gideon striking him.

Finally a lightnig bolt strikes down on him from the storm clouds as well and he begins to levitate as he absorbs the lightning bolts into his body. His eyes begin to glow wildly as he lets out an explosion of light energy that emanates from his body as he then drops back to his knees in the prayer position and then rises to his feet. The fans began to cheer loudly as they held up signs saying the Savior has returned and will you be my guardian angel.

Posted on Aug 16, 2009, 6:25 PM

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The crowd stood in attention as they waited patiently to see who would come out first. Suddenly a gong rang out through the arena and the fans erupted into cheers. The fans all turned at once to the entrance ramp as smoke begun filling the ramp and ring area with a logo appearing on the tron. Once the ground could no longer be seen another gong rang out as a huge wall of fire shot up from the stage and disappeared just as quick while the lights went down and Voices by Rev Theory started playing. As a red light begins to overtake the arena a single spotlight waited at the top of the ramp. Fire begins shooting up from all around the stage at a steady pace. "Ladies and Gentlemen Hell has opened!" JR yelled.

With the fog still covering the floor in the spot light a figure began rising from what seems like the depths of hell. All the crowd could make out was a cowboy hat and a long coat, but they all knew that the demon in black was on the loose again.

"Weighing in at 275 pounds and standing at 69, The Intimidator, KADE!" The crowd roared as his name echoed through the arena. A third gong rang as Kade began walking to the ring. It was a slow pace as he made his way down the ramp, seemingly in no hurry as if time would wait for him. Stopping at the end, he stared into the ring expressionless; making the crowd feel like time was indeed waiting on Kade by standing still. Turning his head he stared at the ring steps, before moving finally.

Getting to the first step he stopped just for a slight second as he began his ascent up them. Stopping on the final one Kade bowed his head as the fans waited with anticipation. Slowly he raised his head with the same expressionless face. Without warning Kade threw his arms high into the air as a huge explosion occurred, and the ring seemingly moving from its base and the lights returned to normal. "GEEZE! JR I HATE WHEN HE DOES THAT!" Todd yelled. If it wasn't eerie enough even more strange was the flames and fog stopped and everything was in clear sight.

Lowering his arms, Kade made his move and stepped onto the ring apron and in between the ropes. Before turning he grabbed the sides of his coat and as he turned swung it, before it swung back into place. Reaching he unzipped the sides of the arms and then removed the coat showing off his clothing. Wearing a black singlet that had the straps pulled down, and black bottoms made of the same material as his singlet a elbow pad on his left elbow.

His hands were covered with MMA half fingered fighting gloves as well. Slowly he reached up and took off his hat before handing it to the ring attendant who also caught his coat. The only quick movement he did was pulling his singlet into place, displaying the logo from the tron. Walking around the ring, he stopped, standing in the middle, as he watched the entrance ramp, waiting for his foe.

Posted on Jun 21, 2009, 7:55 PM

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Test 2

The crowd stood in attention as they waited patiently to see who would come out first. Suddenly a gong rang out through the arena and the fans erupted into cheers. The fans all turned at once to the entrance ramp as smoke begun filling the ramp and ring area with a logo appearing on the tron. Once the ground could no longer be seen another gong rang out as a huge wall of fire shot up from the stage and disappeared just as quick while the lights went down and Voices by Rev Theory started playing. As a red light begins to overtake the arena a single spotlight waited at the top of the ramp. Fire begins shooting up from all around the stage at a steady pace. "Ladies and Gentlemen Hell has opened!" JR yelled.

With the fog still covering the floor in the spot light a figure began rising from what seems like the depths of hell. All the crowd could make out was a cowboy hat and a long coat, but they all knew that the demon in black was on the loose again.

"Weighing in at 275 pounds and standing at 69, The Intimidator, KADE!" The crowd roared as his name echoed through the arena. A third gong rang as Kade began walking to the ring. It was a slow pace as he made his way down the ramp, seemingly in no hurry as if time would wait for him. Stopping at the end, he stared into the ring expressionless; making the crowd feel like time was indeed waiting on Kade by standing still. Turning his head he stared at the ring steps, before moving finally.

Getting to the first step he stopped just for a slight second as he began his ascent up them. Stopping on the final one Kade bowed his head as the fans waited with anticipation. Slowly he raised his head with the same expressionless face. Without warning Kade threw his arms high into the air as a huge explosion occurred, and the ring seemingly moving from its base and the lights returned to normal. "GEEZE! JR I HATE WHEN HE DOES THAT!" Todd yelled. If it wasn't eerie enough even more strange was the flames and fog stopped and everything was in clear sight.

Lowering his arms, Kade made his move and stepped onto the ring apron and in between the ropes. Before turning he grabbed the sides of his coat and as he turned swung it, before it swung back into place. Reaching he unzipped the sides of the arms and then removed the coat showing off his clothing. Wearing a black singlet that had the straps pulled down, and black bottoms made of the same material as his singlet a elbow pad on his left elbow.

His hands were covered with MMA half fingered fighting gloves as well. Slowly he reached up and took off his hat before handing it to the ring attendant who also caught his coat. The only quick movement he did was pulling his singlet into place, displaying the logo from the tron. Walking around the ring, he stopped, standing in the middle, as he watched the entrance ramp, waiting for his foe.

Posted on Jun 21, 2009, 7:57 PM

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A gift to Jack

by Rage & Nobody

Haha enjoy it mate!

Posted on Mar 29, 2009, 1:46 PM

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by Kade

"You test drive a car before buying it! You have sex with a person before you marry them! You can't expect me to hire an entire team by a ten minute interview! What happens if I wanna have sex with them?!" Kade said standing in front of Candice's desk with Devilz Child.

"We need a good tag time to challenge for the titles. And you are one of the best tag team competitors we have!" Candice replied. And besides rumor going around is. You are already having sex with Devilz Child. Form a team with her." Candice said sitting down in her chair.

"I don't wish to complicate business and pleasure. If she were to cost us a match I'd have to literally fuck her brains out.....Maybe that isn't such a bad idea." Kade said turning his head with a interested expression.

"Works for me. I mess up, I get a giant O. You mess up, you get to sleep on the sofa." Devilz Child spoke smirking.

"Well, then we'll really have a problem!" Kade glared.

"Fine fine fine! Form a team with Damien screwing over Viper and causing her and a tag partner to chase you two!" Candice said throwing her hands up.

"We can't. There is....some rough going there." Kade spoke looking down.

"Rough going?" DC asked.

"He caught me with The dog from Taco Bell in a KFC while the Wendy's chick watched. Then I caught him with the Dairy Queen behind McDonald's after we made up from my cheat." Kade explained.

Candice and Devilz Child both stared until finally Devilz Child spoke "What the fuck were you doing when you were gone?!"

Finally Kade spoke "Ya remember that little trick where I threw your leg behind my head while I did the splits while hanging from the sink and kitchen island upside down?" Devilz Child smiled remembering this. "Damien taught me that." Kade replied causing her smile to vanish.

Suddenly Candice spoke "Is there any possible way you could demonstrate that?"

"No. No free demonstrations." And then turning to Kade, "You and Damien are no longer allowed to have 'guys nights'." Devilz Child glared.

"But I never learned how to quit him!" Kade pleaded.

"You had better learn damn fast. I refuse to play second fiddle to the Doc of all freaky males." Devilz Child glared.

"How'd you know his stripper name?" Kade asked.

"You forget to clean your computer's history." She replied shaking head.

Kade stared for a minute before finally he spoke. "Shit."

"Mmhmm. Dare I ask what exactly led you to search for 'dung beetle cunt'?" She raised an eyebrow inquiring.

"You were gone. I was bored. Hey I found some amazing things on Wikipedia!" Kade spoke raising his hands.

"I know. I found an entire page dedicated to your time as a red light special." Devilz Child replied crossing her arms.

Kade smiled cheekily at Candice. "I was the highest paid hooker in all 50 states and I hold the all time record for Mail order Groom to a pygmy in New Guinea."

"Then why aren't you married in New Guinea?" Candice asked.

"We don't talk about my time in New Guinea." Kade spoke quickly and harshly staring off in the distance. DC and Candice turned looking where he was then looked back at him.

DC turned to Candice. "Look, I am chalking him up to insane curiosity, so do not judge me based on him."

Kade raised an eyebrow. Reaching over he lifted his shirt and pressed his thumb to her lower back rubbing it in a small circle as his eyes rolled back. Removing his hand, the touched remained causing DC to react.

"Oh. Right. Now I remember.." Devilz Child replied, her breathing heavy. Suddenly she grabbed Kade's hand and hightailed it to the closet bathroom. Candice shook her head falling back in her chair smirking.

Posted on Mar 5, 2009, 10:51 PM

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I'm going to fucking love this board...

by Jack E Breaker

The transmission from the filmed area to the television begins in front of millions of sloth styled viewers, giving them the image of a room shrouded in darkness, all aside from single flickering flames that burns on three white, wax candles, which are each placed in a decorated glass and bronze candelabrum. This item sits just on the left hand side of a solid mahogany desk, in the space between the middle and the edge, for in the middle is a black book and a pen and, behind the desk, sits none other than the Off Duty Commissioner of the Darkside Wrestling Federation, a DWF and GTWF Hall of Famer, the once DWF Intercontinental and Undisputed Champion, as well as a three time GTWF Undisputed Champion and five time Intercontinental Champion. Yet despite his accomplishments and his victories over seemingly unstoppable legends of this sport, he is the man who is recognised as one of the most despised individuals to ever grace this sport, a man who has isolated himself from the rest due to his self held views of being no lower than royalty within not only this sport, but also the very planet of which we stand on. He is none other than the self proclaimed Worlds Superior, Jack E Breaker, and tonight, after just under two weeks of inactivity, he shall be addressing the entire DWF roster, and the people who are watching.

Jack doesn't look like a king or a god right now, as he sits in a black leather chair, dressed in jeans, a long sleeved dress shirt with the cuffs and the top two buttons left undone, leather gloves and boots that are hidden under the desk and out of shot, all coloured black and looking like they have been worn none stop for at least three or four days. His long, chestnut coloured hair hangs down his back and on his shoulders and the short, unkempt beard that has built up on his face can only compliment the look of psychological instability that comes with those deep blue eyes, as well as the dark circles beneath them, which have been caused by tiredness and fatigue. Jack also looks to have lost weight, yet despite the fact that he looks like he has physically and mentally degraded, he still wears that thin, silver chain around his neck with the sapphire gem that dangles against his covered pectorals, a symbol of better times and something that holds great sentimental value to him. Although he looks to be his usual calm and collected self, it is clear that Jack has hit rough times to say the least, his usual demeanour not being able to hide the hint of insanity that hides behind his eyes. Yet he leans forward a bit, clasps his hands together on the desk and he begins to speak as he usually would, his voice still being deep and raspy, delivering his words calmly as he begins to address the DWF world.

"I know, that there are people out there, who cannot appreciate the wisdom of my words. There are those who are unable to hear the message behind the words, to see through the lines and instead of digging deep, they instead go with their thoughtless, knee jerk reactions and just accuse me of being a mere critic, with nothing to offer but bitter words, words with intent to demean, belittle and crush the spirit of those who they are meant for. They do not understand my true intentions, to be the father, to be the drill sergeant, to be the harsh motivator who shows his teeth, yet only wants those on the receiving end to learn from them and become better at what they do., and become better people themselves.

I have always worked that way, from when I was champion, right up until my little discussion with WyldChylde. I have used my words not only to anger, but also to inspire, to encourage them to make their own careers special, by clearing out their division and avenging their losses, so that by the time they finally get to fight the evil villain with overbearing pride, they do so with a long list of impressive victories behind them, so that they step into the ring, knowing that they have defeated the very best and knowing, knowing that they can defeat me too. I only wanted to fight the greatest competitors within the Darkside Wrestling Federation and beyond, yet I wanted to fight them whilst they were at the top of their game, and their confidence was at an all time high, instead of fighting somebody with merely hollow words and an unearned ego. Although it might have appeared otherwise, to those who cannot recognise reason unless it is held squarely in front of you, I have always wanted to fuel the fire, just beneath the spirit of the warrior who aspires to reach for the heavens, not stamp it out.

I do try, yet there are times when I lose confidence in the impact of my words. After all, whilst there may be one or two who take them to heart from time to time and attempt to better themselves, there are also those who seem to be immune, whether it be because of skulls being too thick or souls being too stubborn. There are those out there, who are so content with what they do, that they instead react with hollow words, and pathetic excuses to justify their actions. Those who make their living by simply being there, smiling, mocking and taunting instead of fighting for their keep. They rely on the worship and adoration of the people in order to push themselves forward, and yet they despise people like myself, who never had the option to seduce and instead, had to climb to the top of the ladder without a single push, often having to use other combatant's heads as step ups in order to get there. I earned my way to the top with blood on my hands and a body that had been ravaged by war, whilst those, those who have done unspeakable acts of evil, are instead carried up and down to wherever they wish by the watching world, who can only love their charismatic heroes, and instead follow their lead by scorning the ever working, noble villain.

Yet, it doesn't matter what the people think, or what the idols say, the Darkside Wrestling Federation needs a villain. It is the heroes who need fuel their own egos and their fan's love of them, by taking on the one who is reviled by all. The people need someone to hate, with the sensationalistic media thriving on this, making public enemies out of those who have done little to deserve it. Yet the people, the people read the trash in the paper and they feel good about themselves, for at least they are on the side of good, at least they are against the enemy. It is no different here. You people love to hate individuals like myself. You people love to see the combatants you love, idolise and adore to crush the villains so that you can all feel good about your fucked up perception of justice being served, and it gives you all reason to worship your gods and goddesses even more. Yet this is why I am hated the most, for the DWF has sent a number of these champions to take me down, yet I have thwarted you all time and time again, by defeating them all single handedly. The villain conquered the Darkside Wrestling Federation because management and the fan's put the villain into hell with intention to destroy him, but instead, when he came out of the other end, he had turned into something damn near untouchable. Your champions have never been able to serve justice to this villain, and that is the source of your hatred.

I have fed on it. I used it to my advantage as I clawed my way to the top, yet truthfully, I regret playing that game and I do not know how long I can continue playing it, for that game consumed me, stripped away everything that I loved, and instead left me with something that I have no respect for, yet cannot pull myself away, for my roots have dug too deeply within it. There are times when I wish that I had refused to sign that CWF contract, and instead retired from the business altogether, because whilst I may not know the things that I do now, or taken on the opposition that I have done so over the last four or five years, but I was young, happier, recently married and very much in love. I wish that I had pulled myself away from this violent and cruel sport, and instead travelled the world with my beautiful soul mate, writing stories, creating art, making music, making love. Now though, it is too late, for I have lost my love, I no longer have passion or light within my bitter , damaged soul, instead, I am left with nothing but anger, knowledge, a career that means nothing and with absolutely nothing else to live for. So to anybody who is watching right now, who may be looking to get into the wrestling business, I only have one piece of advice for you.

Don't. Fill your heart with love and peace, not conflict and hatred, for if you take that path, it is hatred that will eventually consume you, and not even the millions that you earn, will bring you happiness or peace. I sit before you as a living example of this, do not make the same mistake that I had made all those years ago.

Moving on to a quick announcement. I will be at the next StrikeZone event, and will officially resume my duties as Commissioner of the Darkside Wrestling Federation. So to those who are watching this transmission, should I bump into you in the hallways of the arena, in the parking lot or should we even meet in the ring, I shall see you soon.�

Jack had remained utterly calm and composed as he had talked to the people about certain issues, some being surprisingly personal and others which may have opened him up further for ridicule and hatred, possibly even another tongue lashing or the complete loss of respect, although Jack believed and still believes that nobody had respected him ever since he had started the latter part of his career at the DWF. Yet Jack had felt the urge to tell them, to respond to his own critics and let them know just who and what they may be dealing with in the future, even if it causes the image that portrays Jack to be even more negative than it was before. Nevertheless, with the final message sent, the Worlds Superior, Jack E Breaker picks up the pen in his right hand, flips the book open and begins to continue on from the last paragraph as he resumes writing whatever he was writing just before the transmission went on air. What it says cannot be seen, it is impossible whether to tell if it is official business or a personal project, yet he seems to be quite far into it, whatever he is doing, and it is the visual of Jack continuing his work under candle light as the screen turns to black.

OOC: I get bored as hell writing these things after a while, so there might be errors and it may be far from a masterpiece, but I just can't be arsed with it.

Posted on Aug 25, 2008, 7:22 AM

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I'm REALLY going to fucking love this board...

by Jack E Breaker

After travelling across America for days on his Ducati 1098s, Jack Nathanson finally arrived at his destination, a wood structured, thatched roofed bungalow situated on a beach renowned by the few for having the most golden sands and the most beautiful ocean waters of any other place on earth. Behind the beach, the house and it's gardens are nothing but thick forests and a concrete driveway that stretches for miles before coming into contact with any other roads or anything else that civilisation has ever touched, aside from a few other properties similar to Jack's new home, but they are so far down the coast line that they cannot be seen nor heard. It is Jack's ideal vision for his perfect property, a place that has been beautifully made, with a porch facing some truly stunning scenery and no other humans to feel disgust for and, where he can retire whilst knowing that he shall never be found. He made the decision to buy this place a few weeks ago, decided to finally settle in the night after meeting with Viper and after doing so, hasn't strayed away from the property since, merely living off the fruit in his front garden and using the items needed for hygiene that he carried with him as he travelled behind the Darkside Wrestling Federation as their Commissioner and most hated man to ever sign one of their contracts.

Jack doesn't know whether he will return to the DWF. He has seen the company, the business, the sport for what he feels it truly is, wondering why he had devoted his entire life to something so crass, so crude, something utterly devoid of honour or respect. Too many times had he stepped out to that ring and played the game, being the villain in the programme that morbidly merged the soap opera with real life, Noish's public speech at StrikeZone had shown him that. How easy it would have been for Noish to head straight into the Commissioner's Office, to say those things to Jack's face and either request a match or even attempt to batter him on the spot. Instead, The Promised One went straight out to the ring and unleashed his slanderous tongue on the world, gaining the adulation of the thousands of fans in the arena and the millions watching at home, for they all hated Jack and thus, so they automatically loved anyone who shared their hatred of him. No, Jack did not feed them and doesn't plan on doing so any time soon despite the masses and the media branding him a �coward� for �ducking� the four time GTWF Undisputed Champion. It doesn't matter to Jack. He has fought and defeated pretty much everybody he wanted to defeat during his time at the DWF (with the exception of Viper, which he was dissatisfied with his somewhat tainted victory over and Kade, who he had fought to a draw in a bloodbath that was also incredibly close, but he could live without them) and thus, just didn't feel any need to continue on with that charade.

He had initially returned to take on the role of Commissioner of the Darkside Wrestling Federation and eventually back to the ring because although he had a run that most others would only dream of (if they actually cared about fighting the best instead of bullying the weak and getting their cheers), the way he had to relinquish the Undisputed Championship due to injury didn't sit well with him, even though he had come off one of the biggest victories of his career. He wasn't satisfied with the idea that there were those out there who believed that they had one upped him, that they were responsible for retiring him, so he had returned a few months later to seek revenge and to have the last laugh. Things didn't go as well as he had hoped, for he just sat in his office, doing paper work, pushing people away, being reminded of his own biological inferiority as a mere human being and becoming more and more bitter towards the company he worked for and towards the world itself, something which was picked up by that world and thus, had tainted his career further, as they had not cared about nor respected his past achievements and instead focused on the impression that he had given them, being an arrogant, embittered asshole who had fallen from grace. It took him a while to come to grips with the fact that the idea of retiring to the admiration and respect of the fans and the wrestling world would never happen, but by coming to terms with that, he had also come to terms with the fact that his career no longer meant as much to him at it used to be and at this present time, he no longer cares about the past, or the fact that the world hates him, or the fact that the people think he is a �coward� or a �pussy�, or the fact that his career is being ridiculed instead of respected. Jack had worked his ass off for the Darkside Wrestling Federation when he fought and even later on when he pushed papers, but now that is all behind him, that is all worthless history and frankly, that is fine with Jack, for he can now easily move on should he choose to, move on to the more serious things, the darker things that demand attention.

Posted on Oct 27, 2008, 4:40 PM

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by Jack E Breaker

After spending several hours riding through several states upon his black Ducati 1098s, Jack Nathanson left his motorcycle at the hotel of which he had booked for the night and after a short walk along the beach, sat down at the place where he and the love of his life would make love under the stars and just sat there, looking out at the calm ocean in front of him as all was basked in the warm glow of the brilliant sunset that was taking place. The burning ball of hot gas was slowly lowering behind the horizon, colouring the sky an awe inspiring mix of bright yellows, oranges and reds as what looked to be a trail of light led from it and through the waters below. It was a pleasant evening, not too hot, not too cold, a gentle breeze coming from the east that caused the leaves on the palm trees to occasionally rustle, but not much. In the distance, Jack could see people, small clusters of people, families probably, making the most of what they bought as they enjoyed the peaceful setting and paddled around in the sea, but he knew that they could not see him and that is what made the place where he was situated so appealing. Nobody came here, nobody thought about exploring beyond the golden sands of which they saw as soon as they exited the hotel and that was just fine by Mr Nathanson.

With the exception of StrikeZone, Jack had deliberately stayed away from the walls of where the activities of the Darkside Wrestling Federation partook. He wanted to distance himself from those he hated and what had disgusted him, as well as wanting to wean himself off of his addiction to his profession, He no longer wanted to be Jack E Breaker, the arrogant player of the game who scoffed at the citizens of the world and let his heart be consumed with the bitterness and disgust that came with the combative nature of the soap opera. He no longer wanted to be the man who was so dedicated to his craft that he pushed away everybody who he loved and had loved him, to the point where they could no longer find the will within themselves to push back into his heart. It was his dedication to his craft that had maimed his personal life. Realising that he would not succeed again without the fuel that came with his dark side, he allowed it to overwhelm his soul as he succeeded, but it had came with the dire consequences aforementioned. It had left him without family, without a single friend in the world, left him with a desire to just spend the rest of his life drinking at some times and just to pull the trigger and end it all at others. Jack had found his fortune, he had found his renewed success and had fought and defeated anybody he had wished to fight, with exception of two, even though he didn't like to admit it at that time and it didn't really matter at the moment of which this scene was set.

�Time to move on� Jack summarised in his head, knowing that he had to let his hatreds, his disgusts and most of all, his career behind him, although he intended to have his final match at Straight To The Grave, as it was the first DWF that he had fought in, three years ago, where he was defeated by Red Spyder, the point in his life where he realised that in order to succeed, he had to strip away the baggage and become the bastard which would eventually go on to have a tremendous, if controversial run within that organisation. Sentimental value really, nothing more, against Kade ideally but probably against Noish the way things have been going, even though it would mean that he would never be able to fight at a Last Rites event, the biggest show of the year, but that didn't matter to him. Jack had taken a lot of damage during his time and knew that he couldn't put permanent retirement off for so long, he couldn't allow the part of his life where he had suffered the aching bones and muscles, the damaged eye and the twisted soul to remain in his life for much longer. All he wanted to do now, was to go to that event and get that last high profile victory in front of the fans who will most definitely jeer, then walk out with his head held high, not looking back and not letting the people know that he wasn't coming back, until they figured it out for themselves. He had to keep his head down until then though, as he didn't want to go into that fight feeling anger towards his opponent, just wanting it to be a fight for the sake of sport, nothing more.

In truth, Jack's real goal in life was to defeat his demons, reunite with Rachael, build bonds with his son and become the good, loving husband and father that he should have been in the past, to live the idealistic life without fear of attack from the supernatural entities of this world. It was a selfish, shameful desire, one possible to achieve though, due to her last relationship with a man gone sour, a man Jack himself had to deal with for her. It wouldn't be easy to find his way back into her heart, nor would it be ethical, as deep inside, he knew it was the right thing to allow her and Sidney to leave his life without fear of protest and as she had gone on to become a success in her own right in the field of literature (children's books to be precise), it didn't seem fair to him to return to her and potentially fuck things up for her again, whether it be attempting the role of husband and father again and psychologically crashing like he had done for the last few years, or merely causing her distress as she opened the door to him. Yet whatever happens in the future, Jack knew from the time in his life where he had picked himself off the floor, that he had to defeat the demons in his life before doing so, he had to leave battling behind him and the hateful thoughts that came with it. He had to better himself as a man, he had to find out the reasons behind his nightmares and he had to find a way to make the bouts of feverish symptoms that came with them stop. Jack didn't know if he would be successful in being forgiven by Rachael and allowed back into her life, but if he was to at least try, then he had to do so without weight on his shoulders. Finish up at the DWF and bring the symptoms and the nightmares to an end, that was what needed to be done.

With Straight to the Grave over a month away though, Jack only focused on the nightmares which had plagued him, so sitting on the beach, dressed in black boots, navy jeans, a black shirt and that silver necklace with the sapphire pendant hanging from it, he simply waits to see Viper again, so that she will tell him of whatever she thought of the documents that he had written. He had visited the church where he had met up with her a few times, yet she was never there and even though he had remained in his office for the duration of StrikeZone, she hadn't come to see him, so he figured that Jack would not be able to find her, but she would come to see him whenever she saw fit to do so. So as the sun continues to set and the land gradually becomes darker, Jack remains seated, not worrying about the prospect of finding his way back to the hotel in the dark, as he had done so many times before, but just sitting there, watching the sun go down, contemplating life and waiting for the time when Viper will return to him.

Posted on Oct 27, 2008, 4:42 PM

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one more.

by Jack E Breaker

Although it had initially been confused by the belief that Rachael had been guided back into his life and then back out again after the revelation, after days of doing nothing but splitting his time between contemplating everything on the beach and sleeping cosily inside of the bungalow, he has finally figured out that reason.

Dressed in a black suit, black shirt and black tie, Jack Nathanson sits at the table in the far corner of a bar somewhere within Salem, Massachusetts, one of his black leather gloved hands, his right, cupped against a small glass that contains whiskey, as his deep blue eyes gaze past the black tinted lenses of his round shades and into the container that holds his drink, whilst wondering what is holding him back from driving the proverbial dagger into his heart. His long, treated, chestnut colour hair is held back in a pony tail by a black band and the silver necklace with the sapphire gem attached, a piece of jewellery he treasures with great sentimentality, is worn around his neck. He looks good, very good, better than he has in a long time and due to the fact that he has slept well and nightmare free since his time at the plane of the oak tree, the dark patches around his eyes have faded well in such a short space of time. Jack had forgotten how wonderful a good nights sleep can truly feel and had cleared up his punished mind somewhat, being able to make sense of some things again, to think rationally too, but with that came a question that needed to be answered.

With everybody he loves out of harms way and no further commitments or desires to spiritually bind him to life, why is Jack still so hesitant to leave everything behind him? Has he missed something? Is it just cowardice?

Cowardice? No, never. Jack is not afraid of death, but he knows that something doesn't feel quite right despite the next step feeling like a natural one to take. It is these questions that he is currently thinking about as the couple of drunks at the bar continue to spout incoherent bullshit at each other much to the landlady's chagrin. It isn't a successful bar by any means but she hopes that the recent renovations will still do wonders down the line, painting the walls a variety of creams, greys and whites with framed certificates hanging all over them, with black wooden stools sat at the bar, a beautifully polished brown oak counter being the bar and a shitload of bottles behind it, serving as a makeshift menu of sorts one can assume, although Jack only drinks when he is at home and when his mood is at it's absolute lowest. Regardless, Jack does feel a small, easily contained desire to remove the two burly, bald, bearded men in matching black toe cap boots, faded, dirty blue jeans and grey tank tops, the only real differences between them being the one on the left having all of his hair on his chin and the other having none at all, the one on the right having green eyes and a protruding chin whilst the other has brown eyes and an over bite. The voluptuous, green eyed woman behind the bar, a rather attractive woman in her late thirties it is presumed, dressedin a purple and yellow floral patterned white dress and black pants, just stays silent and downtrodden, waiting for the two animalistic drunkards to stumble out of the door, as well as the unnervingly cold feeling chap in the corner, so she can close up, go to bed and dream about her perfect world, one that she can reach towards, but just cannot grasp no matter how hard she tries.

�Hmm, perhaps I should batter them� Jack thinks to himself as his lips form an unpretentious smile, contemplating the thought and regarding the potential act as a good deed, but his general lack of motivation at this present time plus the somewhat negative reaction that would probably be aimed at him by a pissed off redhead serves to turn him off the idea. Besides, after having such a meaningful time with the love of his life before and two days after his last nightmare, Jack just doesn't feel like partaking in any violence, her love having triggered not only his own ability to love, but also prompt him to look at himself as somebody whose good side can be as rewarding as his dark side. Rachael wouldn't like it if she was here with him right now and he jumped up and assaulted the burly trolls and since Jack doesn't want to let himself down again or lose the feeling of internal warmth that she had given him, it leads to more weight being placed on the left side of the scale than the right. God damn though, that landlady wants her night to end so badly, being something that she keeps hidden deep within herself but Jack can see it, looking into her eyes and observing the slight movements that she doesn't realise she is making. It must be a thankless job when working in an environment where the people holding the money are divided by scruffy fuckers and jobless yobs. Do this, do that, shut the fuck up, serve drinks, put yourself in a position to grab your tits when you're unprepared, then jolt away and stare daggers at the culprit whilst their friends laugh and praise. Yes, thankless.

�Ahhagh! Fuk Yaaaa!�

It isn't something as big as Jack had expected, like a final match at Straight to the Grave or anything but he finally gets it, realising what he has to do next. To this, he picks up the glass and empties the whiskey in his mouth before taking the glass away and being distracted by the two drunks swinging their fists wildly at each other. It horrifies the landlady but Jack wonders if she is genuinely frightened or just playing up to habit as the one with the beard lands a clobbering left hook into the face of the clean shaven, dropping him like his spirit had just been sucked out of his body. Beard has only a second to celebrate though before suffering the a similar fate as a battle hardened fist slams into the back of his head, causing him to fall forward against the shattered glass and beer coated bar surface and finally down on top of his brother in a heap. Guess Jack got involved after all, but at least it was clean enough, at least for him anyway. The auburn's eyes suddenly increases in intensity as her mouth explodes into a loud tirade of verbal profanity, expressing her hatred for the two to the point where even Jack was a little nervous, but at least she aims it at two and not three, Jack thinks as he grabs both by the hand and drags them outside.

�Good fucking riddance!!! You goddamn piece of shit pigs!!!�

Jack leans back against the door, pushing past it as he drags the two heavy limp fuckers with all of his weight, until finally letting them go so that they're laying on the side walk. He looks up for a second, his eyes staring at the moon and stars that shine brightly in the clear night sky, his body feeling the cold chill and the gusts of wind that pass through the street, wondering just how he had lost so much of his stamina in such a short space of time, or if it was just that dragging two big, fat men was harder work than he thought. Either way, time to face the music, go back inside and help the woman clean up and after taking a deep breath, Jack turns around, pushes through the door and walks back into the bar, letting the door shut behind him.

Posted on Oct 27, 2008, 4:43 PM

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FUCKING TEMP!

by Jack E Breaker

I keep naming my disposable files as Temp and I post some and not others...

The last one I scrapped and the second one I didn't. I may or may not have scrapped the third.

Fuck I'm tired.

Posted on Oct 27, 2008, 4:47 PM

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This post makes me look like a gigantic dick so no looking!

by Jack E Breaker

The weather had been particularly harsh over the mountains over the past few days, yet the clear blue skies on this afternoon served to add to the tranquillity of the land, it's colour reflecting in the clear waters of the lake below and providing a contrast to the snow that covered the ground and the many pines that had grew straight upwards from it. It was a bitterly cold day but not particularly punishing, as any winds that blew were so weak that they could barely be felt on the most sensitive skin of the weakest souls and should any human be taking a stroll around this area at this time, then they might have felt the need for a fleece, a pair of jeans, boots and little else. Yet it was also a lonely place, completely isolated from the modern world and with the only road leading to the only building within miles only being a rough trail that been made with a machete and little else.

Despite being incredibly difficult to reach or even find, the building itself was a rather large and well made log cabin that was filled with large shelves that stacked many books, comforts such as a fireplace and two single, black leather armchairs and a bedroom in the back, although that merely served as a study filled with weapons, clothing and more books due to the lack of a need for anything to sleep on. Outside, the building itself was surrounded by thick pines in order to conceal it from satellites but follow a trail to the back and one would find a large, dome shaped building covered in vines and further covered by surrounding trees that had grown higher and thicker than the others. It was here where the owner, Mr Jack Nathanson was situated at the time of documentation, figured that he would settle in a place like this, somewhere hidden from view and cut off from civilisation.

The dome served as nothing but a ceiling over the ground as Jack stood there in black boots that were covered in mud and some of the snow that he had brought in with him, as well as black jeans, a black long sleeved dress shirt, black leather gloves and an open white trench coat. After just twenty one days, Jack's hair had grown to shoulder length and had turned a light grey, but it glistened and was smooth and looked well kept. Also his skin had become pale but looked to belong to a man identical to him, who was few years younger and hadn't spent most of his life being punched in the face. Yet it was the eyes, those deep blue eyes, with a colour stronger, more intense than before, especially in contrast to his complexion, which gave him a look so unusual, so different from what he used to be. Yet it was what he gripped in his hands, a black handled katana and what he would do with it which would reveal a glimpse into some of his bigger changes, as he stood there with his feet wide apart and the blade held out straight in front of him, waiting to practice and test his skills out further. Jack had mastered a few weapons and many other skills since he had angrily walked from the ARCO Arena and dedicated his life to growth and evolution, and although he preferred the swordstick, he would soon be satisfied with his skill with handling the weapon that he held.

Shadows began to form all around the walls of the dome, each one taking humanoid form and holding a different kind of weapon that made it unique. They varied in size, from five foot three to six foot ten but the first to drop from the walls had attributes that roughly mirrored Jack's, standing six foot five and holding what looked like a katana of its own, although it was black, just like the figure itself and the ones that were still existing on the walls. The sword wielding figure charged at Jack and Jack didn't even blink as he swatted the blade away with his own from the right, then span around and drove his katana behind him, into the body of the shadow that immediately faded into nothingness. From then on, the shadows detached themselves from the wall as new ones replaced them, each one charging and quickly being dispatched as the blade went through them from the right, the left, from below, from above and diagonally. Wave after wave of shadows attacked and Jack was in constant motion, swinging the katana through each shadow then immediately removing the next from existence, taking two or three out with a single swipe at times. The waves then turned to a constant barrage of offence from an army with unlimited personnel, yet they were all dealt with, one by one, or two or three at a time.

Seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned to hours as Jack swung, stabbed, ducked and dodged, paying no attention to the coming darkness as the sun outside began to set. He didn't sweat, slow, nor did he blink or even breathe as the sun disappeared beyond the horizon and left him in complete darkness against the shadows, yet Jack did not stop, nor did he slow or take any damage as he continued to work, to practice, to train and to test his skills and himself. He was physically evolving, just like he had believed that he would do although he never expected it to be a gradual process, yet he was growing regardless, vast amounts of information about the world and beyond had unlocked within his mind, yet that mind had also grew in order to adapt to it. It had it's drawbacks but he had gotten used to them and had either forgotten or was in the process of forgetting the simple human pleasures such as taste, pain, love and hate. He had lost most of his humanity, yet he still felt a sense of comradery with the woman who had helped him through such nightmarish times in the past and helped battle the being who had allowed all of this to happen to him in the first place. Yet that would soon fade too, Jack had predicted not so long ago, when he first became aware of the fact that he no longer loved who he used to call his soul mate. Yet it was for the greater good, Jack believed, before he stopped believing and just knew, the greater good.

Finally satisfied with his skill with the Katana, Jack swung his weapon around and feeds it into the black mounting that he wore on his hip then turned around and walked straight out of the door as the shadows on the walls faded. It was dark and the only source of light came from that which was reflected off of the moon, which was little help due to the trees and bushes that served as means to keep the buildings concealed from view from above. It didn't matter to Jack though, who could see what was ahead with his minds eye and his senses were so sharp that there would be no chance of anything taking him by surprise. Jack was evolving from his human beginnings into a weapon of war, a hunter of the wayward deities that threatened the Earth, but there was still much to learn, many things that could help him become more effective as a warrior and on the day after, he would continue to utilise the gift that he had been given, to the best of his boundless abilities.

Posted on Feb 21, 2009, 10:22 AM

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Original War post.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Was all the poor soul got out as Kade walked away with his tongue. The gates couldnt have been more than twenty feet away. Four large demons stood before him. One even so cocky opened the gate.

"If you dare." He smirked. Kade spun his sword in his hand.

"Lets rock bitches!" Kade smirked. Slowly all four surrounded him as he looked over his shoulder and in front of him. His head constantly moving. "I dont suppose we can do this like the movies where I kick ones ass then another comes in a nice orderly fashion until I have you all beaten can we?" Suddenly all four demons rushed him swinging their swords.

"Guess not." Kade smirked and leapt into the air and in a Dragon Ball Z like moment turned in a circle as his eyes rolled back. Landing on his feet his sword had sliced through the middle of every warrior and as he stopped lightning bolts struck them in the middle of their foreheads igniting them in flames.

Kade surveyed his word as the bodies laid on the ground. "Bitchin!" Kade smirked as Kade stepped over the body. Hey watch out hot stuff here! Kade yelled over his shoulder and walked through the gates. Back out in the battle field out of hearing range of Kade Devilz Child had a strange feeling overcome her.

"Why in the middle of all this do I have the sudden urge to smack Kade?" She asked shaking her head. Shrugging she slammed her dagger into someones skull. Back up with Kade though he stepped through the gate looking around. Looking around he didnt see anyone. Moving forward he suddenly heard laughter.

So you are infamous Kade. The bringer of death. The destroyer of demons. Asmodeus spoke walking from the shadows carrying a sword as both men were still outside the castle.

You forgot the master of disaster. The tower of power. The king of sting. The headliner the show stopper. The main event. The Icon! Mr. Wrestlemania, the heart break kid! Shawn Michaels! Kade spoke. Asmodeus looked around as did Kade.

I feel a copy right lawsuit coming from a mile away. Asmodeus spoke.

Yeah me. Until then. On guard bitch! Kade smirked swing his sword. The swords made contact as sparks flew until they tangled and both men came together face to face.

Then if you are Shawn Michaels I shall be your Bret Hart. Asmodeus smirked.

Thats fine as long as you remembered you screwed you. Not me or Vince McMahon whom Im completely sure is actually Lucifer in drag. Kade responded shoving him as they pulled apart.

Suddenly Kade tripped Asmodeus and threw down his sword and put him in the Sharp Shooter. Without warning Lucifer comes out screaming. "RING THE BELL! I SAID RING THE FUCKING BELL!" Looking around he smirked as Kade let Asmoedus go. "Fuck. I'm on the wrong side this time."

"According to Bret you still are." Kade smirked walking away victorious.

Posted on Jan 18, 2009, 12:13 AM

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ROAD TRIP!!!

by Rick Astin

When we last left the mighty Tinman he was mushing some sled dogs and beginning an epic journey back to the wrestling world!!!!

"Oo...hey...where is he?"

The camera pans to reveal Astin sitting in a little director style chair...drinking some 7up....and fanning himself in the heat that is a Hollywood back lot...

"WE'RE FILMING YOU GIT!!"

Astin: Oo!

Tossing the 7up aside Astin quickly replaces it with a pepsi!!! And suddenly some wenches appear to do the fanning for him..

Astin: There we go...

"IT'S NOT THE REAL YOU WE'RE WORRIED ABOUT SEEING!! IT'S THE SCENE WE HAVE TO FILM!!"

Astin: Oh right...

Walking in front of the green screen...Astin gets on the sled....as they turn on a giant fan to make his hair feather in the wind...

Astin: MUSH!! MUSH YOU WILD DOGS YOU!!

It's then that an assistant asks the director why there aren't actually any dogs there...

"He's afraid of dogs"

Astin: I AM NOT AFRAID OF DOGS!!....maybe big ones....but certainly not the little faggie ones....

It's then that paris hilton walks by....

Astin: EEP!!!

Astin leaps into the fake snow...attempting to hide from the vicious dog in a purse

"I can't really blame him...no telling where that bitch has been"

Assistant: Yeah....least of all her dog...

"Oo?"

Assistant: Anyway....here's your coffee....two milks and only one spit...like you asked...

"Thanks....alright....CUE THE ESKIMOS!!"

It's then that a bunch of Asian's appear on set brandishing spears!!

Assistant: Why Asian's?

"This is showbiz...you can't actually use native american's to play native american's...it'll never work....it's like the cow horse thing"

Assistant: Cow horse thing?

"You paint a horse black and white if you want to film a cow......and you just use a cow if you want to film a horse....it's an old movie trick....all the greats have used it"

Assistant: Amazing..

Astin: HEY!! THIS ONE ACTUALLY STABBED ME WITH THE SPEAR!!

"That's alright mate...it's method acting...use it...go with it...it'll be marvelous...trust me!"

Assistant: Are you serious?

"Hey!! I directed such marvels as Batdream Returns....Quest for the Best....RoadTrip 1 and 2.....the RP with no NAME!......and countless other classic scenes....not to mention that LL Cool J video I did.....I also did a few porn films...you may have seen the Viper-Kizmat sex tape...I filmed that all myself...steady cam and whatnot....great stuff...I really got her to put her emotion into it"

Assistant: Oo!

Posted on Aug 15, 2008, 9:49 PM

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I'm this babys first! I popped da cherry!: "Original Just a little sumpin post"

Kade sat in a dark locker room on the floor. His ring gear on except his gloves and elbow pad, with his singlet pulled down. Next to him was Seth who also only had his ring pants and boots on. There was a simple blue light coming from some where unexplained as the two men sat looking into the camera. Finally Kade spoke. �Four unfortenate souls. The DWF Undisputed Champion WyldChylde. The newly reunited Kalysto and MadDog Strangla, and EVE. What do they all have in common?� Kade asked.

�They�ve all had sex with each other and Guy?� Seth asked. Kade raised an eyebrow and looked at his brother.

�That�s actually a damn good guess. It wasn�t quite where I was going with it but that�s a damn good guess.� Kade said nodding.

�Now allow time for someone to come up with a clever gay joke against us!� Seth said pausing. Kade continuing staring at Seth.

�I would never fuck you. I wouldn�t fuck you with The grate kitteh�s dick!� Kade said as Seth�s mouth was a bit open. �Listen anyhow. Talk is cheap boys and girls. You all can go to the ring, stand in the parking lot hide in the middle of a mirror circle jerk in Guy�s office. Play time is over. Come time for Aggression we are all gonna find out exactly where everyone stands! And that is with Nightmare Inc. on top of the mountain.� Kade glared.

�You wouldn�t fuck me?� Seth asked showing his hurt as Kade�s head suddenly swung back to his direction. Shaking it he turned back to the camera.

"Do you even understand what the hell you just asked me? You are asking if I'd fuck my own brother! You

"You fucked Bitchoff!" Seth yelled glaring.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Lets get one thing straight he sucked my dick!" Kade said. Suddenly both brothers realized the camera was on, and live and turned and looked at it. Seth just let out a fight.

�Still can�t believe you wouldn�t fuck me.� Seth spoke. Kade raised an eyebrow.

�I can not believe you wont let this go.� Kade grumbled.

�Why wouldn�t you fuck me? I�m a handsome man!� Seth said with a tear in his eye.

�You are my brother you fucking moron!� Kade grumbled.

�Fucking whore you are. You fucked Damien, Eric, Wyld, rumor has it you fucked Gideon!� Seth said shaking his head.

�Oh you know what fuck you Seth! I would never fuck him. He tried I denied!� Kade yelled. Turning he looked at the camera man who sat with a open mouth. �Still filming jack ass?� Kade demanded. He nodded slowly.

�Listen bottom line! We are gonna kick the shit out of every single one of you!� Kade yelled. Seth slowly got on his knees and shoved his pants down showing his ass to the camera.

�YOU WOULDN�T TAP THAT ASS! YOU HONESTLY WOULD NOT HIT THIS PIECE OF FINE ASS!� Seth yelled. Kade shook his head as he stared at the camera.

�I�m done.� Kade said standing and just walking away. Turning over his shoulder Seth looked.

�You�d fuck me. Wouldn�t you?� Seth asked. The camera suddenly nodded. �This suddenly has me feelin kinda excited. You want to?� Seth said. Quickly the camera hit the ground looking at the door as you just hear a screaming as if it were a woman as it faded.

Posted on Aug 15, 2008, 9:40 PM

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