Post by deshaun on Jun 3, 2006 18:21:38 GMT -5
A long staircase leading up. It’s very dark and very quiet. Not even the slightest of noises can be heard through this narrow flight. Deshaun slowly walks up the long and seemingly endless flight of stairs. With each step Deshaun grows a bit more tired. Two battles have already been completed and with each one Deshaun walks away with less. This is growing tiresome. All for happiness and yet he must endure extreme pain to achieve it. He hates this group with a passion and more than anything he wants to destroy it. He wants to bring the very foundation of this organization crashing to its knees. This is now his true main goal. To end all the suffering and pain it has put millions through. He will stop at nothing to complete this. Until he is buried six feet under the ground Deshaun will continue fighting. He must. The foundation the OTB has been soiled. He plans on cleansing the OTB starting with Deamon Cohn.
Deshaun: Damn these stairs take forever. Why would he ask me to come here? Couldnt we just meet in a regular spot? These damn stairs are just too much.
Deshaun Continues climbing the stairs as he begins to breath heavily.
A light is seen not too far away.
Deshaun: Finally the damn door. Wow, I am extremely out of shape!
Deshaun reaches the door and enters.
Deshaun: Damnit Jon, why would you ask me to come all the way up here?
J: Well the cops have been roaming the streets lately. I cant get a good deal done anywhere.
Deshaun: Well give me that shit.
Jon hands Deshaun a pouch full of white powder.
Jon: This is the finest shit in all the land. Use it well.
Deshaun: Oh Im not gonna use it. Im gonna sell it for twice the price. More money, more power.
Jon: Arent you already makin enough being a wreslter.
Deshaun: No. Not yet at least. Once I begin my streak in the OTB, I will be making more than enough. See, Im lookin to set up somethin big in Compton for myself and Tyreese.
Jon: Wont you just get your shit stolen?
Deshaun: See, I got enough ties back there, that they will watch my shit for me. Ive got so many freinds living there, its not even funny. These guys will take a 50 cal for me. Of course, they will get to live there also, so it wont be empty all the time. Its gonna be one big ass mansion.
Jon: I see.
Deshaun: Yeah. This match shouldn’t be too much however. All I have to do is get past Deamon. He aint much. Just cuz he can attack me while IM in the middle of my match doesn’t mean he is a tough guy.
Jon: Good Luck.
Deshaun: Fuck, Ive got to walk all the way back down those stairs. Well I better get started now, so I can make it before 12. Aight bro peace.
Jon: See ya later.
Deshaun leaves the room and sighs heavily as he has to walk back down the stairs.
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Deshaun is at the bottom of the stairs He walks out the door and is planted on the street in front of the light house he was in, a desolate steet. The poverty on this street is ridiculous. There are many hobos lieing around. Too many in fact. In the distance Deshaun can be seen walking through this said street. Suddenly a random hobo walks up to him.
Hobo: Can you please spare some change.
Deshaun: NO, now leave me alone.
Deshaun then continues walking along. The Hobo disregards Deshaun's request, and contiues his quest to mooch money off of him. The hobo then suddenly taps him on his shoulder.
Hobo: PLease sir, I need money for food. I dont want to die.
Deshaun: The Hell do i care if you die. I hope you all, yes every last one of you hobos burn in Hell.
Deshaun begins walking again, but the hobo is persistant and taps his shoulder again.
Deshaun: What the fuck do you want. If you dont leave right now, Somebody is gonna get hurt.
Hobo: Who is gonna get hurt, can you tell me?? Wait I got off topic, I need money, please.
Deshaun turns around and faces the hobo with a menacing look.
Deshaun: Alright, thats it, you crossed the line. I am tired of you begging. And by the way, that someone is you.
Deshaun then grabs the hobo by the neck and lifts him over his head, like a military press manuever. Then Deshaun Throws the hobo into a pile of metal trash cans. The hobo is bleeding intensley and is laying unconscious.
All the other hobos get up and begin to circle Deshaun.
Deshaun: Who the hell wants some of this. I will murder you all.
Suddenlly a hobo runs towards him. Deshaun lifts his foot and hits the hobo with a big boot. Then he picks up the hobo and powerbombs him on the concrete. This hobo is also bleeding on the ground, and it looks as if he has stopped breathing.
Deshaun then looks around him and notices all the other hobos have backed off.
Deshaun: You guys are lucky.
One of the hobos interupt him
Hobo2: What the hell are you talking about lucky??
Deshaun looks over at him and smirks.
Deshaun: Dont you fucking interupt me again or i will let you suffer the same faith as the other laying on the ground. Yes the ones profusely bleeding. Now let me finish. You guys are all lucky, because you arent who I wrestle every week. Cuz on the night my match starts, I am gonna beat the living shit out of Deamon. Yes He will be another sacrifice in my conquest for eternal strenghth. And the only way im getting the eternal strenght is by dominating the ring and being the best wreslter there is.
Deshaun then continues walking down the street as the Hobos slowly back away from him. As he is half-way down the street, he pulls out the white bag he got from Jon.
Deshaun: Do I dare, take this bag and use it for myself. Its been so long. I have stayed cleaned. Ah why the hell not? But wait, will OTB be having drug tests any time soon? Oh wait they only detect weed. They would have to give me a blood test to find this crack!
Deshaun takes out his crack and smokes it all. After smokin it he just sits down with a glazed look on his face. He smiles as he quickly jumps back up. He runs down the rest of the street and stops in front of a lamp post. He stars at the Lamp-post strangely
Deshaun: Woah, a giant ice cream cone
Ice: deu she adie adfo;adf dofijdf
Deshaun: What the fuck, I dont speak deusche.
Ice: damnit its FRENCH!!!!
Deshaun: Oh shit. Can I eat you?
ICe: No. No you cant....
Deshaun: Well then what can I do.
Ice: Talk to me. tell me anything.
Deshaun: Well, I have a big match this week. Its gonna be the bestest thing in the whole wide world. First Ill be taking on Deamon. Personally, I think that guy is a queaf. Ya know, that thing where girls fart out their vaginas. Yeah, he truly is a deusche. Honestly I think he still lives with his mother. HAHAH what bastard. I think I hate him. I love you Mr. Ice Cream
Deshuan hugs the lamp post and starts licking it.
Deshaun: Hmmm, your still cold after standing out here for so long, but you dont taste like ice cream.
Ice: I told you not to taste me damnit. Now Deshaun, I must leave. You will win for me.
Deshuan: Only if I get to eat you
Ice: Fine damnit, no go and win!!
Deshaun starts licking the ice cream, or the lamp post however you look at it.
Deshaun: Hmmmm tastes like chocolate! Im gonna win at Vendetta. I sure am. Deamon has nothing on me. He is so pathetic that he wouldn’t be able to meat me if I was high on crack…..Like right now! Oooh, Im gonna throw him through like 8 tables. Yeah 8…But wait, its only 2 tables I have to put him through. Hahah, either way it will still be loads of fun. Oh man, Im so high.
The scene fades to Deshaun still licking the lamp post!
Deshaun: Damn these stairs take forever. Why would he ask me to come here? Couldnt we just meet in a regular spot? These damn stairs are just too much.
Deshaun Continues climbing the stairs as he begins to breath heavily.
A light is seen not too far away.
Deshaun: Finally the damn door. Wow, I am extremely out of shape!
Deshaun reaches the door and enters.
Deshaun: Damnit Jon, why would you ask me to come all the way up here?
J: Well the cops have been roaming the streets lately. I cant get a good deal done anywhere.
Deshaun: Well give me that shit.
Jon hands Deshaun a pouch full of white powder.
Jon: This is the finest shit in all the land. Use it well.
Deshaun: Oh Im not gonna use it. Im gonna sell it for twice the price. More money, more power.
Jon: Arent you already makin enough being a wreslter.
Deshaun: No. Not yet at least. Once I begin my streak in the OTB, I will be making more than enough. See, Im lookin to set up somethin big in Compton for myself and Tyreese.
Jon: Wont you just get your shit stolen?
Deshaun: See, I got enough ties back there, that they will watch my shit for me. Ive got so many freinds living there, its not even funny. These guys will take a 50 cal for me. Of course, they will get to live there also, so it wont be empty all the time. Its gonna be one big ass mansion.
Jon: I see.
Deshaun: Yeah. This match shouldn’t be too much however. All I have to do is get past Deamon. He aint much. Just cuz he can attack me while IM in the middle of my match doesn’t mean he is a tough guy.
Jon: Good Luck.
Deshaun: Fuck, Ive got to walk all the way back down those stairs. Well I better get started now, so I can make it before 12. Aight bro peace.
Jon: See ya later.
Deshaun leaves the room and sighs heavily as he has to walk back down the stairs.
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Deshaun is at the bottom of the stairs He walks out the door and is planted on the street in front of the light house he was in, a desolate steet. The poverty on this street is ridiculous. There are many hobos lieing around. Too many in fact. In the distance Deshaun can be seen walking through this said street. Suddenly a random hobo walks up to him.
Hobo: Can you please spare some change.
Deshaun: NO, now leave me alone.
Deshaun then continues walking along. The Hobo disregards Deshaun's request, and contiues his quest to mooch money off of him. The hobo then suddenly taps him on his shoulder.
Hobo: PLease sir, I need money for food. I dont want to die.
Deshaun: The Hell do i care if you die. I hope you all, yes every last one of you hobos burn in Hell.
Deshaun begins walking again, but the hobo is persistant and taps his shoulder again.
Deshaun: What the fuck do you want. If you dont leave right now, Somebody is gonna get hurt.
Hobo: Who is gonna get hurt, can you tell me?? Wait I got off topic, I need money, please.
Deshaun turns around and faces the hobo with a menacing look.
Deshaun: Alright, thats it, you crossed the line. I am tired of you begging. And by the way, that someone is you.
Deshaun then grabs the hobo by the neck and lifts him over his head, like a military press manuever. Then Deshaun Throws the hobo into a pile of metal trash cans. The hobo is bleeding intensley and is laying unconscious.
All the other hobos get up and begin to circle Deshaun.
Deshaun: Who the hell wants some of this. I will murder you all.
Suddenlly a hobo runs towards him. Deshaun lifts his foot and hits the hobo with a big boot. Then he picks up the hobo and powerbombs him on the concrete. This hobo is also bleeding on the ground, and it looks as if he has stopped breathing.
Deshaun then looks around him and notices all the other hobos have backed off.
Deshaun: You guys are lucky.
One of the hobos interupt him
Hobo2: What the hell are you talking about lucky??
Deshaun looks over at him and smirks.
Deshaun: Dont you fucking interupt me again or i will let you suffer the same faith as the other laying on the ground. Yes the ones profusely bleeding. Now let me finish. You guys are all lucky, because you arent who I wrestle every week. Cuz on the night my match starts, I am gonna beat the living shit out of Deamon. Yes He will be another sacrifice in my conquest for eternal strenghth. And the only way im getting the eternal strenght is by dominating the ring and being the best wreslter there is.
Deshaun then continues walking down the street as the Hobos slowly back away from him. As he is half-way down the street, he pulls out the white bag he got from Jon.
Deshaun: Do I dare, take this bag and use it for myself. Its been so long. I have stayed cleaned. Ah why the hell not? But wait, will OTB be having drug tests any time soon? Oh wait they only detect weed. They would have to give me a blood test to find this crack!
Deshaun takes out his crack and smokes it all. After smokin it he just sits down with a glazed look on his face. He smiles as he quickly jumps back up. He runs down the rest of the street and stops in front of a lamp post. He stars at the Lamp-post strangely
Deshaun: Woah, a giant ice cream cone
Ice: deu she adie adfo;adf dofijdf
Deshaun: What the fuck, I dont speak deusche.
Ice: damnit its FRENCH!!!!
Deshaun: Oh shit. Can I eat you?
ICe: No. No you cant....
Deshaun: Well then what can I do.
Ice: Talk to me. tell me anything.
Deshaun: Well, I have a big match this week. Its gonna be the bestest thing in the whole wide world. First Ill be taking on Deamon. Personally, I think that guy is a queaf. Ya know, that thing where girls fart out their vaginas. Yeah, he truly is a deusche. Honestly I think he still lives with his mother. HAHAH what bastard. I think I hate him. I love you Mr. Ice Cream
Deshuan hugs the lamp post and starts licking it.
Deshaun: Hmmm, your still cold after standing out here for so long, but you dont taste like ice cream.
Ice: I told you not to taste me damnit. Now Deshaun, I must leave. You will win for me.
Deshuan: Only if I get to eat you
Ice: Fine damnit, no go and win!!
Deshaun starts licking the ice cream, or the lamp post however you look at it.
Deshaun: Hmmmm tastes like chocolate! Im gonna win at Vendetta. I sure am. Deamon has nothing on me. He is so pathetic that he wouldn’t be able to meat me if I was high on crack…..Like right now! Oooh, Im gonna throw him through like 8 tables. Yeah 8…But wait, its only 2 tables I have to put him through. Hahah, either way it will still be loads of fun. Oh man, Im so high.
The scene fades to Deshaun still licking the lamp post!