Post by Jason Sandman on Jun 17, 2017 19:27:57 GMT
What a skeletal wreck of man this is.
Translucent flesh and feeble bones,
The kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic tomes.
Running rampant with free thought to free form, and the free and clear.
--Omega by Stone Sour
Jason: Goddamn England has some shitty weed. I'm going to fucking Amsterdam.
After making his presence felt at Open Fight Night, all Jason Sandman wanted to do was find some herb. Unfortunately for him, England is not Amsterdam nor is it America where he knows where to find product. So now Jason Sandman suffers with inferior product sitting in his dilapidated hotel room in Manchester, England.
Jason has always been a smart traveler. Buy the weed and the booze first and if there is anything left get a room. If not…..well break into one. Being 6’6 and almost 300 pounds does have its advantages.
Daddy is it time to eat yet? I'm hungry.
Laying down in the hotel bed sadly only half stoned Jason looks over at his daughter, Brandy, who is sitting at a table drawing. The eight year old, blond haired cutie pie that had the rotten luck of being born Jason’s kid. While Brandy may have lost out on some of her childhood, she has gotten to see the world. At least that's how Jason sees it. What he doesn't understand is that the road has given Brandy knowledge that Jason will never comprehend. She knows languages that Jason has not even heard. The perfect example of Beauty and the Beast.
Jason: Brandy I don't know what you are going to eat. Everything is fucking boiled in England. Didn't you bring any snacks with you.
Brandy looks frustrated with her father. She does indeed have the snacks that Jason speaks of, but she also knows that Jason doesn't want to move his ass so he just making shit up.
Brandy: I saw a McDonald's down the street. Let's go get food.
Jason: You go since you know where it is. Bring me back a Large Fry or whatever they call it here.
Brandy: I'm eight.
Jason: Good then a happy meal works for you. Oh you mean because you're a little girl you shouldn't go alone. Look in your bag. There might be a present for you.
Brandy looks confused as she walks over to her bag. Brandy reaches in and digs around. Upon pulling her hand out she reveals a taser. Her face could light up the room. She runs over and gives her dad a hug.
Brandy: You are the best daddy ever.
Jason: I know I am. Now go get us food. If you make free with it you can get more presents.
Brandy jumps up and runs out of the room to make her way to McDonald’s. Jason lets out a sigh of relief. Getting out of bed,Jason moves over to the table Brandy was drawing at. Moving her papers out the way Jason opens up his laptop and gets logged in. As soon as everything is ready Jason turns the camera on and starts recording his promo for his match with Mr. Happy.
Jason: A peculiar thing happens when I feel someone's blood on my hands. The feelings that flow through me don’t seem to be human. Am I a pre evolutionary creature that lives off the violence? Satisfied by others suffering? Am I just a schizophrenic fiend that should be locked away for the safety of society? Or is there something else? Is someone else pulling the strings when the dumb bastard shell isn't moving like it's supposed to. I don't know what it is. I don't have the answers to those questions yet, but I am always looking.
Jason gives a cocky smile.
Jason: What I do know is last week I made my return to the ring. Been nice if I could have done that shit on American soil, but we take the breaks that we can get sometimes. I called out a few names and not one of them had the courage to accept my invite. Not Spike Kane who always enjoys a nice bloodbath. Have you really fallen so far since the old days Spike? I will have to find a way to bring back the man I once knew.
Jason licks his lips like he is about to have a feast.
Jason: Then we have Nighthawk. The ultimate hero who lives his life so polished clean he could cast the first stone. Tristan I am ashamed of you. You are supposed to be Captain America to my Hydra ways, but you were nowhere to be found. I only hope you are getting the sleep you need to have the courage to go on.
I called out Jack Gaither as well, but that faggot doesn't know how to get his dick out his pants before he pisses on himself so I didn't expect to much there. Fiona whenever you want to meet Daddy just make your way to my locker room. Bring magnums. I ain't hitting you raw and possibly touching number two’s retard genes.
But the fact of the matter is none of you mother fuckers thought it was worth your time to come out and face me. You could have saved the soul of an obviously unprepared man. I'm really not sure what possessed Mr. Happy to ever enter the ring, but here we are. You were able to survive James Gilmore in a hardcore match, but puta I am not James Gilmore. I am a beast that you will wish never sought you out. You were able to get your licks in the week before facing Gilmore, but I am the one who made his impression on you.
Jason’s smile gets almost sinister.
Jason: I am fully aware that our match this week is only under normal rules and any slip up can result in you getting yet another win that is ill gained. So no more stabbing you in the head and dragging you around with my cane.
A look of disappointment actually appears on Jason’s face.
Jason: Nevertheless there are things I can do to you that don't involve my babies. Your wounds will not have healed so I can still open you up. Getting around your fat..well I am sure I can find your joints and twist them around. I will drop you on your head just as I did last week and when all's said and done I will retire you. I will do this because…...not now. I don't need you.
As the final words are heard from Jason Sandman the sinister smile on his face loses itself and the grin that could chill bones appears. Jason’s eyes go from a ocean blue to black as coal. All signs of humanity seem to leave Jason’s face and his face is blank. That's when the laughter of demons is heard. Jason is no more. There is only Death. The hiss comes from inside Jason.
The Angel: Thou shalt not have any thoughts but what I allow you to feel vessel. You shall apologize for your thoughts for you are speaking so improper of one of God's valued creations. This specimen is unique in the fact that he knows not what you say. His simple mind gives us an emotion lost among your kind. Unconditional love. If I allow you to do as you wish with Mr. Happy then this child may be taken away from this existence forever.
The Angel’s focus goes from chastising Sandman over to Jason’s opponent.
The Angel: Mr. Happy please forgive the ignorance of my vessel for he knows not what does. Much like yourself, Jason believes that his way of life is superior. Sadly only after I've come face to face with you for your final moments do you realize how flawed your existence has become. Mr. Happy you are a man of simple means and yet you may be the most content of any creature I have experienced. Thank you for allowing me to find at least one who stayed true to original design. As your final days come closer for you rest peacefully knowing I will be with you as you float down the River Styx. Your fare is prepaid. Just take your final breath and be free of the pain this world forces upon you.
With those final words, Jason’s soul comes back and his body regains his movements. Jason does seem lost for a second, but comes back and speaks again.
Jason: You must really be something special Mr. Happy. I have never once felt that reaction from The Angel. Apparently you can trick Death into believing a lie. Truly a pity though that you won't have the pleasure of experiencing him this week. I will have you all to myself, and in the end your love will actually save my soul.The blood that I pull from your wounds will appease his bloodlust and Death will become dormant once again. Thank you for giving me my peace for however long it lasts. I promise yours is coming as well.
Brandy: I've never heard The Angel speak kindly of anyone...well except for me.
Jason slams his laptop shut, killing the feed. Brandy throws Jason his bag of fries and goes to eating her food. There is a few blissful seconds of fry love before Brandy speaks on what she heard.
Brandy: So why does The Angel want to protect that guy?
Jason: Love obsession with retards I assume. Only reason Jack Gaither is alive.
Brandy: Daddy be serious. If we are ever going to save you, we need to take The Angel seriously.
Jason: I've taken him seriously ever since he decided to start playing his games. At this point the only way to save me is cut out my soul. Since I don't exactly have a soul killer handy we live our lives.
Brandy: We had our chance and you betrayed your miracle.
Jason just laughs as he thinks about the exorcist they met.
Jason: Tricks and politics little girl. She was hot though. Should have fucked her first.
Brandy just rolls her eyes and turns her attention away from Jason and back to her food. A few moments later she hears the sound she dreads the most.
My precious Live.
Brandy turns her attention back to her father knowing full and well that Jason is not there. Live is name given to her by the demon. The Angel has plans to move his kingdom on through Brandy. Brandy goes to speak, but The Angel stops her.
The Angel: Be calm my child for I mean you no harm. I come to you today with a choice. The environment has changed in Jason’s existence and with that comes options.
The Angel’s grin shows on Jason's face.
The Angel: You want your father’s freedom. Find me someone more suited to my needs. You find them and the deed will be done, but of course there is one small condition. They must die….by your hands so I can reincarnate them.
Brandy can't help but jump as she hears those horrifying words. Could she do that to save her father? How long would Death wait? Brandy has no words as The Angel laughs and let's Jason return.
Translucent flesh and feeble bones,
The kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic tomes.
Running rampant with free thought to free form, and the free and clear.
--Omega by Stone Sour
Jason: Goddamn England has some shitty weed. I'm going to fucking Amsterdam.
After making his presence felt at Open Fight Night, all Jason Sandman wanted to do was find some herb. Unfortunately for him, England is not Amsterdam nor is it America where he knows where to find product. So now Jason Sandman suffers with inferior product sitting in his dilapidated hotel room in Manchester, England.
Jason has always been a smart traveler. Buy the weed and the booze first and if there is anything left get a room. If not…..well break into one. Being 6’6 and almost 300 pounds does have its advantages.
Daddy is it time to eat yet? I'm hungry.
Laying down in the hotel bed sadly only half stoned Jason looks over at his daughter, Brandy, who is sitting at a table drawing. The eight year old, blond haired cutie pie that had the rotten luck of being born Jason’s kid. While Brandy may have lost out on some of her childhood, she has gotten to see the world. At least that's how Jason sees it. What he doesn't understand is that the road has given Brandy knowledge that Jason will never comprehend. She knows languages that Jason has not even heard. The perfect example of Beauty and the Beast.
Jason: Brandy I don't know what you are going to eat. Everything is fucking boiled in England. Didn't you bring any snacks with you.
Brandy looks frustrated with her father. She does indeed have the snacks that Jason speaks of, but she also knows that Jason doesn't want to move his ass so he just making shit up.
Brandy: I saw a McDonald's down the street. Let's go get food.
Jason: You go since you know where it is. Bring me back a Large Fry or whatever they call it here.
Brandy: I'm eight.
Jason: Good then a happy meal works for you. Oh you mean because you're a little girl you shouldn't go alone. Look in your bag. There might be a present for you.
Brandy looks confused as she walks over to her bag. Brandy reaches in and digs around. Upon pulling her hand out she reveals a taser. Her face could light up the room. She runs over and gives her dad a hug.
Brandy: You are the best daddy ever.
Jason: I know I am. Now go get us food. If you make free with it you can get more presents.
Brandy jumps up and runs out of the room to make her way to McDonald’s. Jason lets out a sigh of relief. Getting out of bed,Jason moves over to the table Brandy was drawing at. Moving her papers out the way Jason opens up his laptop and gets logged in. As soon as everything is ready Jason turns the camera on and starts recording his promo for his match with Mr. Happy.
Jason: A peculiar thing happens when I feel someone's blood on my hands. The feelings that flow through me don’t seem to be human. Am I a pre evolutionary creature that lives off the violence? Satisfied by others suffering? Am I just a schizophrenic fiend that should be locked away for the safety of society? Or is there something else? Is someone else pulling the strings when the dumb bastard shell isn't moving like it's supposed to. I don't know what it is. I don't have the answers to those questions yet, but I am always looking.
Jason gives a cocky smile.
Jason: What I do know is last week I made my return to the ring. Been nice if I could have done that shit on American soil, but we take the breaks that we can get sometimes. I called out a few names and not one of them had the courage to accept my invite. Not Spike Kane who always enjoys a nice bloodbath. Have you really fallen so far since the old days Spike? I will have to find a way to bring back the man I once knew.
Jason licks his lips like he is about to have a feast.
Jason: Then we have Nighthawk. The ultimate hero who lives his life so polished clean he could cast the first stone. Tristan I am ashamed of you. You are supposed to be Captain America to my Hydra ways, but you were nowhere to be found. I only hope you are getting the sleep you need to have the courage to go on.
I called out Jack Gaither as well, but that faggot doesn't know how to get his dick out his pants before he pisses on himself so I didn't expect to much there. Fiona whenever you want to meet Daddy just make your way to my locker room. Bring magnums. I ain't hitting you raw and possibly touching number two’s retard genes.
But the fact of the matter is none of you mother fuckers thought it was worth your time to come out and face me. You could have saved the soul of an obviously unprepared man. I'm really not sure what possessed Mr. Happy to ever enter the ring, but here we are. You were able to survive James Gilmore in a hardcore match, but puta I am not James Gilmore. I am a beast that you will wish never sought you out. You were able to get your licks in the week before facing Gilmore, but I am the one who made his impression on you.
Jason’s smile gets almost sinister.
Jason: I am fully aware that our match this week is only under normal rules and any slip up can result in you getting yet another win that is ill gained. So no more stabbing you in the head and dragging you around with my cane.
A look of disappointment actually appears on Jason’s face.
Jason: Nevertheless there are things I can do to you that don't involve my babies. Your wounds will not have healed so I can still open you up. Getting around your fat..well I am sure I can find your joints and twist them around. I will drop you on your head just as I did last week and when all's said and done I will retire you. I will do this because…...not now. I don't need you.
As the final words are heard from Jason Sandman the sinister smile on his face loses itself and the grin that could chill bones appears. Jason’s eyes go from a ocean blue to black as coal. All signs of humanity seem to leave Jason’s face and his face is blank. That's when the laughter of demons is heard. Jason is no more. There is only Death. The hiss comes from inside Jason.
The Angel: Thou shalt not have any thoughts but what I allow you to feel vessel. You shall apologize for your thoughts for you are speaking so improper of one of God's valued creations. This specimen is unique in the fact that he knows not what you say. His simple mind gives us an emotion lost among your kind. Unconditional love. If I allow you to do as you wish with Mr. Happy then this child may be taken away from this existence forever.
The Angel’s focus goes from chastising Sandman over to Jason’s opponent.
The Angel: Mr. Happy please forgive the ignorance of my vessel for he knows not what does. Much like yourself, Jason believes that his way of life is superior. Sadly only after I've come face to face with you for your final moments do you realize how flawed your existence has become. Mr. Happy you are a man of simple means and yet you may be the most content of any creature I have experienced. Thank you for allowing me to find at least one who stayed true to original design. As your final days come closer for you rest peacefully knowing I will be with you as you float down the River Styx. Your fare is prepaid. Just take your final breath and be free of the pain this world forces upon you.
With those final words, Jason’s soul comes back and his body regains his movements. Jason does seem lost for a second, but comes back and speaks again.
Jason: You must really be something special Mr. Happy. I have never once felt that reaction from The Angel. Apparently you can trick Death into believing a lie. Truly a pity though that you won't have the pleasure of experiencing him this week. I will have you all to myself, and in the end your love will actually save my soul.The blood that I pull from your wounds will appease his bloodlust and Death will become dormant once again. Thank you for giving me my peace for however long it lasts. I promise yours is coming as well.
Brandy: I've never heard The Angel speak kindly of anyone...well except for me.
Jason slams his laptop shut, killing the feed. Brandy throws Jason his bag of fries and goes to eating her food. There is a few blissful seconds of fry love before Brandy speaks on what she heard.
Brandy: So why does The Angel want to protect that guy?
Jason: Love obsession with retards I assume. Only reason Jack Gaither is alive.
Brandy: Daddy be serious. If we are ever going to save you, we need to take The Angel seriously.
Jason: I've taken him seriously ever since he decided to start playing his games. At this point the only way to save me is cut out my soul. Since I don't exactly have a soul killer handy we live our lives.
Brandy: We had our chance and you betrayed your miracle.
Jason just laughs as he thinks about the exorcist they met.
Jason: Tricks and politics little girl. She was hot though. Should have fucked her first.
Brandy just rolls her eyes and turns her attention away from Jason and back to her food. A few moments later she hears the sound she dreads the most.
My precious Live.
Brandy turns her attention back to her father knowing full and well that Jason is not there. Live is name given to her by the demon. The Angel has plans to move his kingdom on through Brandy. Brandy goes to speak, but The Angel stops her.
The Angel: Be calm my child for I mean you no harm. I come to you today with a choice. The environment has changed in Jason’s existence and with that comes options.
The Angel’s grin shows on Jason's face.
The Angel: You want your father’s freedom. Find me someone more suited to my needs. You find them and the deed will be done, but of course there is one small condition. They must die….by your hands so I can reincarnate them.
Brandy can't help but jump as she hears those horrifying words. Could she do that to save her father? How long would Death wait? Brandy has no words as The Angel laughs and let's Jason return.
Well howdy there pardner.