Post by Jason Sandman on Jul 30, 2017 22:14:34 GMT
Last week I was supposed to have a match against El Grande Malo, but as I was heading to the ring I was informed The Great Evil was out and would be unable to compete. Shame that happened, and a week after his partner lost his face. Not a good time to be a wanna be luchador. But let's move past this unfortunate scene and the hopefully dropped assault charges I am facing and move on to a happier day. The day the so called legends.
I am sure a tear will be shed by the establishment as Spike Kane, Cable Arcane, Mike Laszlo, and Roberto Verona walk their final mile. That's right I included the boss man in the soon to be deceased because fuck a paycheck. Verona wants to try and plot out a sneak attack on my brother Xavier, well fuck a surprise. I'm coming for your little cock loving ass. But maybe I am being too discreet about my intentions so let's lay it all out on the line. Verona decided to make this match a no disqualification match, and that suits me just fine.
People have long wondered why Xavier and Kole chose me as a playmate. My opponents have spoken about how they haven't seen any reason for management to have even agreed to sign me. This is the night when all your questions are answered. Children can play games with chairs and tables. A mother fucker is getting stabbed this week. I got the spikes ready to carve up a new victim, and speaking of things called Spike. Kane I know what you did to Cross. I think a little retribution is in order, but we aren't bringing out some two by fours nailed together. No I got something extra special for you. About ten feet of barbwire with a good foot of it wrapped around your neck. I am going to hang you Spike and every time I feel your soul about to escape your body I am going to allow you to draw a breath in relief before the barbs dig back into your flesh and we find out if a god can bleed his last drop.
But before the world mourns Spike’s loss we do have a match little matter of a match to deal with and that does mean that teaching Cable Arcane and Mike Laszlo what Council is all all about. Just because I have eyes for Spike doesn't mean that I don't have time for two side bitches. I'm a generous lover like that. The question though gentlemen is how did it ever come to this. Yes the both of you were cheated out of your chance at redemption when it came to destroying Spike Kane, but you should have been on your fucking knees thanking us for what was to come. The Council was going to do your dirty work for you, but you got offended and wanted retribution. So be it. I am a man who loves to please and if you want to go down in flames with your sworn enemy then you can burn right along with him. We do have an overflow of hotdogs and marshmallows that would just go to waste.
The only question that needed to be asked was how does The Council ensure that this match is called right down the middle. We do so the only way possible. We fuck up Verona from the start and make his corpse count to three by our own hand. I told you earlier this week Verona that you do whatever it is you need to do and I will do what I do best.
I'm sure by now have all heard the legends of the bodies left in my wake. At Lineage, the Disney stories come to an end, and the monsters come out to play. The villains of the story will overwhelm the heroes and new chapters will be written. Saldly this is where the story ends my children. Playtimes over. Time for daddy to do work.
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Switzerland
Long Dark Road
After being left by Kole Kaos at the Shell station, Jason Sandman and Xavier Cross find themselves being forced to walk. Probably not the best idea considering neither man really knows where they are, but it beats waiting until Kole realizes they are gone. So now they walk, and for the first time since this road trip started they are both actually silent.
For over two miles miles the two men haven't said a peep to the other. They haven't looked at each other. Only the focus of making it to civilization.
As the sun beats down on Jason’s bald head the sweat pours down his face. Cross’s hair helps keep the sweat at bay, but it is still obvious he is hot. Jason can't take it anymore and takes off his shirt and ties it around his head to keep his eyes from burning. Cross notices this, but continues on his walk without a word. Jason doesn't even notice that Xavier looked over at him. He instead is now focused on getting the cigars he had just made free with ready. Getting one rolled up Jason lights it up and motions for Xavier to take it. Cross actually notices the gesture and takes the blunt giving Jason a free hand to roll up another one. Jason lights his up and Cross notices that Sandman’s blunt is loaded. Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth Cross just keeps smoking. As he feels the wonderful feeling flow through him, Xavier decides to inquire about something that's on his mind.
Xavier Cross: So can't help but notice you've been smoking a lot. How much you got?
Jason just gives a cocky smile.
Jason: On me? An O. In the car little less than a pound. So it's in Kole’s best interest to drive the speed limit.
Xavier Cross: GOD DAMN!!!
Xavier Cross knew that Jason was a smoker, but he didn't expect to hear that kind of weight.
Xavier Cross: In the car I couldn't smell anything.
Jason: I am very good at what I do. Been around the world a few times.
Xavier just nods and they both continue smoking. After about another quarter of mile down the road Xavier asks another question. A more personal one.
Xavier Cross: So we, and by we I mean The Council, couldn't help but notice that your daughter hasn't been around in a couple weeks. What happened? Her mom make you send her back?
Jason: Her mom’s dead.
Xavier feels kind of embarrassed, but before he can say anything Sandman continues.
Jason: No need to say sorry. She died when Brandy was a baby. As far as where Brandy is...we are going to try real school this year. She's getting to an age where she needs people her own age around her. At least that's the shit my ex wife says.
So I sent her back to Virginia so she can get ready for her new life. That will probably last about a month. She hates little cunts and I can almost guarantee she will fuck one of them up and get expelled. You got any kids?
Xavier Cross: I got three.
Jason: Need to work on your pull out game.
Xavier Cross: Yea probably. Isabella and Landon are thirteen and James is nine.
Jason: Gets hard being away from them, but such is the life we chose. Better get a long range rifle for when Isabella starts dating.
They both finish off their blunts and continue on the walk hoping a phone of some form will magically appear.
Jason: God I fucking hate Kole. We may have to do a handicap match because I am going to fuck him up.
Xavier Cross: I'd almost agree with you, but right now we need every hand ready and able. Kole is a intricate part of the plan.
Jason: And what about me? I have been trying to figure out why I was chosen. I thought it was my crazy reputation, but Kole covers that. Thought it was my powers to the dark realms, but seems you brought Rowan in to fill that role. So why me?
Xavier Cross stops in his tracks and thinks about it for a second before responding.
Xavier Cross: Jason...you have skills beyond measure, and yes you and Rowan can relate with your powers reaching behind the veil of human understanding....But more so, you want to hurt people, but maybe this is an outlandish guess...everyone needs a friend.
Cross smiles a bit looking across from Sandman.
Xavier Cross: You and I have a lot in common, you have tons of talent...my career will be over soon Jason, and my entire goal is to give something back to this world that created me…
Scratching his chin a bit, Xavier looks up at the night sky.
Xavier Cross: You are the most unpredictable ultra violent human being I've met in a long time, you want your role, your role is to be you, The Wildcard, The Joker in the Deck.
Jason just nods his head as he hears the answers. Before Jason can respond he sees a car coming.
Jason: Here comes Kole’s bitch ass. I'm gonna piss on his gear when we get to Germany. So don't get too close.
Xander and Jason have a laugh as the car pulls up. Jason walks by Kole's window and farts before getting into the backseat.
Jason: Thanks for coming back bitch.
Xander gets in the other side and the car takes off heading towards Germany and Lineage.
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Seven people...seven paths. Seven people….seven lives. Seven people….seven sins. Everyone has one.
It took me awhile to decide upon pride, but in the end it became obvious. Cable Arcane since I stepped foot in IWF I have had to listen to you boast about how you are the best in the world. You are the measuring stick. I'm sure that in your mind you truly believe it, but son you have started to slip. You lived on your legend for such a long time that you haven't had to test yourself. The Council will be your test, and from what I have seen you are going to fail the final exam. Learn some humility, and soon you may find the Cable that was once the man.
Then we come to the man who just can't have enough. Spike I have known you for far too many years, and in you nothing has changed. You have always been the man who has to bleed the last drop, and can't get off without the sounds of an ambulance. A famous saying is you are a glutton for punishment, but I don't think punishment does it for you anymore. I think you crave the final curtain, but you are too much of a pussy to just end it yourself. You go out looking for the hero who will vanquish you once and for all. I'm not the devil, but I won't be your hero either. Grow a set and slit your throat. I promise to only give stick the tip in when I fuck the wound.
Then we come to envy and we all know who those one belongs to. So let's move on shall we. I'm just kidding Laszlo. I expect great things to come from you in this six man tag. You have too much to prove to fail now, and that's the exact moment in the match I'm waiting for. Prove you are the star that Spike and Cable hold you down from becoming. Give them a hundred and ten percent and forget that they are even part of the match. You can do this on your own. The Council believes in you.
At last we come to sloth, and that honor goes to the man with the plan. The man who is taking off his suit and putting on the stripes. Verona I have heard that you used to be a somebody who just couldn't play where the big boys work. So you took your ball and became the boss. Funny thing is I think that warrior is still in there. Stop being a lazy cunt and let him out. You could have fought your own wars, but instead you're allowing your enemies to do your fighting for you. Can you trust them to get the job done or will you be forced to come face to face with your worst fear. Competition.
When I started this speech I said everyone has one and my brothers are no exception. Xavier you are a man that knows what he wants, and you always go for it. Kole you are close to the same. The only thing is satisfaction never seems to be yours. Live in the moment my brothers and soon every brick IWF calls its own will be our playthings to do with as we wish.
Then we come down to wrath and children I make no quarrel about it. I am an angry man. My temper blows and I can't help myself. Matches get lost as heads begin to roll. Arcane, Kane, Laszlo, and Verona….I am angry….I am violent….and I have my targets. Prepare to meet the baddest mother fucker in the valley. No one is safe. Nobody gets out alive. Run!!!!!
I am sure a tear will be shed by the establishment as Spike Kane, Cable Arcane, Mike Laszlo, and Roberto Verona walk their final mile. That's right I included the boss man in the soon to be deceased because fuck a paycheck. Verona wants to try and plot out a sneak attack on my brother Xavier, well fuck a surprise. I'm coming for your little cock loving ass. But maybe I am being too discreet about my intentions so let's lay it all out on the line. Verona decided to make this match a no disqualification match, and that suits me just fine.
People have long wondered why Xavier and Kole chose me as a playmate. My opponents have spoken about how they haven't seen any reason for management to have even agreed to sign me. This is the night when all your questions are answered. Children can play games with chairs and tables. A mother fucker is getting stabbed this week. I got the spikes ready to carve up a new victim, and speaking of things called Spike. Kane I know what you did to Cross. I think a little retribution is in order, but we aren't bringing out some two by fours nailed together. No I got something extra special for you. About ten feet of barbwire with a good foot of it wrapped around your neck. I am going to hang you Spike and every time I feel your soul about to escape your body I am going to allow you to draw a breath in relief before the barbs dig back into your flesh and we find out if a god can bleed his last drop.
But before the world mourns Spike’s loss we do have a match little matter of a match to deal with and that does mean that teaching Cable Arcane and Mike Laszlo what Council is all all about. Just because I have eyes for Spike doesn't mean that I don't have time for two side bitches. I'm a generous lover like that. The question though gentlemen is how did it ever come to this. Yes the both of you were cheated out of your chance at redemption when it came to destroying Spike Kane, but you should have been on your fucking knees thanking us for what was to come. The Council was going to do your dirty work for you, but you got offended and wanted retribution. So be it. I am a man who loves to please and if you want to go down in flames with your sworn enemy then you can burn right along with him. We do have an overflow of hotdogs and marshmallows that would just go to waste.
The only question that needed to be asked was how does The Council ensure that this match is called right down the middle. We do so the only way possible. We fuck up Verona from the start and make his corpse count to three by our own hand. I told you earlier this week Verona that you do whatever it is you need to do and I will do what I do best.
I'm sure by now have all heard the legends of the bodies left in my wake. At Lineage, the Disney stories come to an end, and the monsters come out to play. The villains of the story will overwhelm the heroes and new chapters will be written. Saldly this is where the story ends my children. Playtimes over. Time for daddy to do work.
--
Switzerland
Long Dark Road
After being left by Kole Kaos at the Shell station, Jason Sandman and Xavier Cross find themselves being forced to walk. Probably not the best idea considering neither man really knows where they are, but it beats waiting until Kole realizes they are gone. So now they walk, and for the first time since this road trip started they are both actually silent.
For over two miles miles the two men haven't said a peep to the other. They haven't looked at each other. Only the focus of making it to civilization.
As the sun beats down on Jason’s bald head the sweat pours down his face. Cross’s hair helps keep the sweat at bay, but it is still obvious he is hot. Jason can't take it anymore and takes off his shirt and ties it around his head to keep his eyes from burning. Cross notices this, but continues on his walk without a word. Jason doesn't even notice that Xavier looked over at him. He instead is now focused on getting the cigars he had just made free with ready. Getting one rolled up Jason lights it up and motions for Xavier to take it. Cross actually notices the gesture and takes the blunt giving Jason a free hand to roll up another one. Jason lights his up and Cross notices that Sandman’s blunt is loaded. Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth Cross just keeps smoking. As he feels the wonderful feeling flow through him, Xavier decides to inquire about something that's on his mind.
Xavier Cross: So can't help but notice you've been smoking a lot. How much you got?
Jason just gives a cocky smile.
Jason: On me? An O. In the car little less than a pound. So it's in Kole’s best interest to drive the speed limit.
Xavier Cross: GOD DAMN!!!
Xavier Cross knew that Jason was a smoker, but he didn't expect to hear that kind of weight.
Xavier Cross: In the car I couldn't smell anything.
Jason: I am very good at what I do. Been around the world a few times.
Xavier just nods and they both continue smoking. After about another quarter of mile down the road Xavier asks another question. A more personal one.
Xavier Cross: So we, and by we I mean The Council, couldn't help but notice that your daughter hasn't been around in a couple weeks. What happened? Her mom make you send her back?
Jason: Her mom’s dead.
Xavier feels kind of embarrassed, but before he can say anything Sandman continues.
Jason: No need to say sorry. She died when Brandy was a baby. As far as where Brandy is...we are going to try real school this year. She's getting to an age where she needs people her own age around her. At least that's the shit my ex wife says.
So I sent her back to Virginia so she can get ready for her new life. That will probably last about a month. She hates little cunts and I can almost guarantee she will fuck one of them up and get expelled. You got any kids?
Xavier Cross: I got three.
Jason: Need to work on your pull out game.
Xavier Cross: Yea probably. Isabella and Landon are thirteen and James is nine.
Jason: Gets hard being away from them, but such is the life we chose. Better get a long range rifle for when Isabella starts dating.
They both finish off their blunts and continue on the walk hoping a phone of some form will magically appear.
Jason: God I fucking hate Kole. We may have to do a handicap match because I am going to fuck him up.
Xavier Cross: I'd almost agree with you, but right now we need every hand ready and able. Kole is a intricate part of the plan.
Jason: And what about me? I have been trying to figure out why I was chosen. I thought it was my crazy reputation, but Kole covers that. Thought it was my powers to the dark realms, but seems you brought Rowan in to fill that role. So why me?
Xavier Cross stops in his tracks and thinks about it for a second before responding.
Xavier Cross: Jason...you have skills beyond measure, and yes you and Rowan can relate with your powers reaching behind the veil of human understanding....But more so, you want to hurt people, but maybe this is an outlandish guess...everyone needs a friend.
Cross smiles a bit looking across from Sandman.
Xavier Cross: You and I have a lot in common, you have tons of talent...my career will be over soon Jason, and my entire goal is to give something back to this world that created me…
Scratching his chin a bit, Xavier looks up at the night sky.
Xavier Cross: You are the most unpredictable ultra violent human being I've met in a long time, you want your role, your role is to be you, The Wildcard, The Joker in the Deck.
Jason just nods his head as he hears the answers. Before Jason can respond he sees a car coming.
Jason: Here comes Kole’s bitch ass. I'm gonna piss on his gear when we get to Germany. So don't get too close.
Xander and Jason have a laugh as the car pulls up. Jason walks by Kole's window and farts before getting into the backseat.
Jason: Thanks for coming back bitch.
Xander gets in the other side and the car takes off heading towards Germany and Lineage.
---
Seven people...seven paths. Seven people….seven lives. Seven people….seven sins. Everyone has one.
It took me awhile to decide upon pride, but in the end it became obvious. Cable Arcane since I stepped foot in IWF I have had to listen to you boast about how you are the best in the world. You are the measuring stick. I'm sure that in your mind you truly believe it, but son you have started to slip. You lived on your legend for such a long time that you haven't had to test yourself. The Council will be your test, and from what I have seen you are going to fail the final exam. Learn some humility, and soon you may find the Cable that was once the man.
Then we come to the man who just can't have enough. Spike I have known you for far too many years, and in you nothing has changed. You have always been the man who has to bleed the last drop, and can't get off without the sounds of an ambulance. A famous saying is you are a glutton for punishment, but I don't think punishment does it for you anymore. I think you crave the final curtain, but you are too much of a pussy to just end it yourself. You go out looking for the hero who will vanquish you once and for all. I'm not the devil, but I won't be your hero either. Grow a set and slit your throat. I promise to only give stick the tip in when I fuck the wound.
Then we come to envy and we all know who those one belongs to. So let's move on shall we. I'm just kidding Laszlo. I expect great things to come from you in this six man tag. You have too much to prove to fail now, and that's the exact moment in the match I'm waiting for. Prove you are the star that Spike and Cable hold you down from becoming. Give them a hundred and ten percent and forget that they are even part of the match. You can do this on your own. The Council believes in you.
At last we come to sloth, and that honor goes to the man with the plan. The man who is taking off his suit and putting on the stripes. Verona I have heard that you used to be a somebody who just couldn't play where the big boys work. So you took your ball and became the boss. Funny thing is I think that warrior is still in there. Stop being a lazy cunt and let him out. You could have fought your own wars, but instead you're allowing your enemies to do your fighting for you. Can you trust them to get the job done or will you be forced to come face to face with your worst fear. Competition.
When I started this speech I said everyone has one and my brothers are no exception. Xavier you are a man that knows what he wants, and you always go for it. Kole you are close to the same. The only thing is satisfaction never seems to be yours. Live in the moment my brothers and soon every brick IWF calls its own will be our playthings to do with as we wish.
Then we come down to wrath and children I make no quarrel about it. I am an angry man. My temper blows and I can't help myself. Matches get lost as heads begin to roll. Arcane, Kane, Laszlo, and Verona….I am angry….I am violent….and I have my targets. Prepare to meet the baddest mother fucker in the valley. No one is safe. Nobody gets out alive. Run!!!!!
Well howdy there pardner.