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 |  Subject: FAMILY TIES PT. 4  Wed May 16, 2012 11:00 pm | |
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- FAMILY TIES PT.4 -
- A MEMORY FROM THE PAST PT. 2 -
Ol' Man Jones
You little faggot!!
A young Chris Jones was huddled in the corner taking lashes across his naked back from his alcoholic fathers studded belt!! The cracks echoed as Chris put his hands over his head and crouched to try and protect himself. Ol' Man Jones continues the verbally attack Chris Jones. Chris Jones snatches at the studded belt, and Ol'Man Jones cracks him in the back of his cranium with a left hook. Chris Jones lets go of the studded belt, and rolls back up into fetal position...
Ol' Man Jones
You think you're better then me?? I didn't want you... you were a mistake!!
Ol' Man Jones looks over to the opposite end of the room, and Marley Jones who is hiding herself in the corner of her bed under her blankets...
Ol' Man Jones
Little WHORE!!
Ol' Man Jones drops the belt, and then storms out of the top floor apartment in rage...
A worn out Chris Jones crawls over to the bed where Marley is. Blood is leaking from the gashes on his back due to the lashing. He looks up at Marley with a look of sorrow and rage on his face. He then reaches under the bed, and looks at Marley. He pulls a beat-up teddy bear out from under the bed, and tosses it to his sister...
Chris Jones
Don't ever let him take that from you, Marley!! One day I'm going to get us out of here. Trust me...
Marley Jones grips onto the teddy bear tightly, hugging it to her chest...
Marley Jones
I won't let him take it... Promise me you'll always be there to protect me??
- PRESENT TIME -
I started to open my eyes looking out the bus window as the bus had come to a stop. I look out onto the packed sidewalk. I had almost missed my stop, and this was something that I didn't want to miss...
Steel had called me, and told me to make my way to the IWF corporate office. He had somehow managed to get Rick Christian to pull the camera from Battlegrounds. He said I wasn't going to beleive what I seen, so at that point I was prepared to see anything...
I stepped of the bus, and began to wonder through the mass of people until I reached the IWF building. I looked up at the huge tower that stood in front of me, and opened the door...
I walked in and looked around. I wasn't really one to talk, especially when I was already pissed of enough. I went right to the directory and began to look for the corporate suite. I was reading along, and found my destination. As I went to turn toward the elevator I was stopped.
GUARD
Excuse me, sir... Can I help you??
HOSTYLE JONES
Do I look like I need any fucking help??
I just snubbed him off. I walked to the elevator, and called for my ride to floor fifty-three.When the elevator came down I found myself to be in an unoccupied elevator. As I pressed the button for floor fifty-three and the door closed, anxiety began to kick in. My palms got sweaty, not knowing what to expect. Sweat dripped from my brow. The toll from the elevator sounded, and the door came open...
Walking out I didn't have to go very far. As I approached the suite, and went to knock I was greeted by Steel Angel opening the door...
STEEL ANGEL
Ain't it amazing how well camera's work Hoz'?
Steel had knew I was about to knock. I seen the camera feed outside in the hall on the big monitor to the back of the corporate room. I walked in, and Steel Angel closed the door...
HOSTYLE JONES
So, what did Rick Christian find??
Steel looked at me with a smirk on his face...
STEEL ANGEL
Rick Christian didn't find anything. I may have stretched the truth a bit. You're antics wear off on me. I broke into the office. Truth is they hardly ever come here. So I climbed my way through the air ducts. Very Mission Impossible, huh?
HOSTYLE JONES
Stee', get to it... You got something??
Steel Angel looked at me with a proud look across his face...
STEEL ANGEL
Yes I got THIS!!
Steel played the tape from Battlegrounds for me on the monitor. My jaw dropped, and my chest tightened. I felt the anger rise in me... People had questions to answer, and things were about to get crazy...
- THE SHOOT -
The lights dim, and blacklighting appears on the entrance ramp at the IWF house show. Limegreen smoked begins to raise from the floor, and a wicked laugh is heard over the speakers. Sweet Dreams by Marilyn Manson begins to play. The IWF fans begin to scream in a fanatic uproar as Hostyle Jones steps out into the entrance ramp. His facepaint glowing in the dark from the blacklight. He's wearing a white Affliction t-shirt, a pair of baggy urban-style camos, and a pair of black Coogi boots. He looks around the arena with a serious look on his face. He slowly walks down the ramp, begining to be concealed in a cloud of smoke. As he hits the ringside area, he walks over and grabs a microphone. He rolls into the ring, as his music fades, and the arena brightens up once more...
He looks around... The arena still chanting HHR. He smirks, and then the arena dies down...
HOSTYLE JONES : HELLO... WRESTLING... FANS... It has been shown to me by Steel Angel, something of vital importance. As tempted as I am to let it be known, that is not why I'm here... I'm actually here to talk about Isolation. You see, when it comes to Isolation, rumors have been flying around that I will get my hands on Syco-Angel. Through the grapevine the IWF is seriously rumored to put me in the same ring with the man that has my sister held against her will!!
HOSTYLE JONES : This is exactly what I want. The only thing is... I don't know if it's what the IWF wants? Does the IWF want a massacre at Isolation?? Does the IWF want to see the end of a Hall Of Famer?? You see, if the rumors are true, this won't just be a match. It will be EVIL!! I've been asking myself if the IWF is ready for this??
The fans cheer throughout the arena...
LET THEM FIGHT...LET THEM FIGHT
LET THEM FIGHT...LET THEM FIGHT
HOSTYLE JONES : We know the fans are!! See, all this pain... SYCO ANGEL DOESN'T UNDERSTAND IT! He's knocking at the devils door, and my inner demons are about to Eher now, but when it comes time to pay for what you did... YOU'RE GOING TO SCREAM BLOODY FUCKING MURDER!!
HOSTYLE JONES : Now, don't think for a second that Crimson Skull is not on my mind. He is just another road-block in my way. Still, I won't count him out. I really don't think he's as crazy as he portrays himself. If he is through, we already know I make the most sickest of men, crumble in fear like little babies. I am not weak... I ate James Shark K.O punch, and I damn near broke my arm from not tapping out!! I can tolerate pain, and I'm also just as good at inflicting it. I have shed blood and tasted my own!! I have spilled blood and tasted others!! It is going to take a hell of a lot more then a reaper.
The fans throughout the arena cheer, as Hostyle Jones paces around the ring. He swings his hair back...
HOSTYLE JONES : When things get ugly, the Hostyle One comes out to play. IWF is my playground... IWF IS MY HELL!! All my pain will be felt through the ranks of the Insurgancy. I can't wait to get into the ring with Crimson Skull. He is going to be an example and a message to Syco-Angel!!
Hostyle Jones drops the microphone as the IWF house-show goes the commercial... |
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