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 |  Subject: FAMILY TIES PT. 7  Sat May 26, 2012 9:52 pm | |
| - REVIVING OLD TRAITS CONT. - ENVY: Bring back... Envy... - JUNE 2008 - Hostyle Jones had taken a fancy to George Stark's winning streak as of late. Jones had wanted to be the one to end the streak. Hostyle Jones had cared more about destroying George Stark then even the very condition of his own body...
AND HE DID...
Hostyle Jones vs. George Stark (Hostyle Death Match)
**HIGHLIGHT #1**
Geroge Stark and Hostyle Jones were both on the ring mat, and both a crimson mess. They had both began to crawl to their feet. George Stark had grabbed a chair on the way up, and smacked Hostyle Jones across the face with it. Hostyle Jones fell back to the mat. George Stark now in the drivers seat, with the fans getting behind him lifts Hostyle Jones to his feet. Hostyle Jones elbows George Stark in the gut, and irish whips him into the barbed-wire ring ropes...
MIKE RILEY : George Stark is tangled up in those ropes!!
Hostyle laughs wickedly and begins to walk toward George Stark. Hostyle Jones then steps back a few feet and rushes toward him. Hostyle Jones does a body block into Geroge Stark, breaking the barbedwire free from the ring posts, causing both men to hit the outside of the ring intertangled with barbed-wire...
MIKE RILEY : Oh my, this is insane!!
Both men struggle to roll free from the barbed-wire hooked into their flesh. Hostyle Jones pulls the barbed-wire from his back as he is the first to get to his feet...
**HIGHLIGHT #2**
MIKE RILEY : Hostyle Jones is up on top of the cell!! He has George Stark laying on top of a stack of glass!!
Hostyle Jones dives from the Cell with a chair in his hand. He clenches it tight to his chest, and lands on George Stark shattering the sheets of glass Stark was laid upon...
HOLY SHIT...HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT...HOLY SHIT
The fans begin to chant...
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LUST: Do you remember... LUST??
- DECEMBER 2005 -
Hostyle Jones is sitting in a chair at a local strip club in Atlantic City, New Jersey. He is watching a stripper dance, and he becomes fascinated with the way she moves. He has been watching her for a while, and he lusted for her attention... AND HE GOT IT...
The stripper dances on the stage, winding down the pole. A drunken man reaches his hand up on stage to touch her thigh. Hostyle Jones watches from a distance. The woman slaps the drunken mans hand from her thigh. She then gives him a nasty look. The man stands up and spits at the stripper and begins to laugh. The woman signals for the bouncer, but before she could do that, Jones has already made his way over to the drunken man...
HOSTYLE JONES : I think you better say you're sorry!! Then grab your shit and leave.
The drunken man looks shocked that Hostyle Jones would say this and then begins to laugh...
DRUNKEN MAN : Wait?? What?? Are you telling me what to do you fucking freakshow?? It's Christmas time not Halloween!! What the hell are you wearing facepaint for... FUCKING WEIRDO!!
Hostyle Jones smirks, and then nods his head. He grabs the half full beer bottle from the tiny table next to the chairs. He dumps it out, and the man looks at him with an angry look on his face. Hostyle Jones then, in one swift motion, breaks the bear bottle over the mans head. He begins to dig a shard of glass into his head...
The bouncer rushes over and tackles Hostyle Jones to the floor. Hostyle Jones begins to tussle around with the bouncer as he's being carried out. The stripper looks over at him...
HOSTYLE JONES : What's your name??
STRIPPER : Chalida...
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SLOTH : It is Sloth for the times you doubted everything holy...
At a young age Hostyle Jones doubted that god would save us for our sins. He felt like there was no holy force that could work in mysterious ways, and with that he doubted the church... HE DOUBTED GOD...
HOSTYLE JONES : To be honest... I don't buy any of this... you mean to tell me if I killed this rabbit and god wanted it to live he could bring it back??
PASTOR MINOR : Chris, it's not that easy. Sometimes seeing is beleiving...
HOSTYLE JONES : Well that is a big crock of shit!!
Pastor Minor looked at Chris Jones with concern in his eyes. Chris Jones walks over to the rabbit inside it's cage outside the church. He opens up the cage and looks inside. He begins to pet the rabbit...
HOSTYLE JONES : Come here little rabbit...
PASTOR MINOR : Chris??
Chris Jones pulls the rabbit out of the cage and holds it like a baby...
HOSTYLE JONES : What??
An evil smirk stretches across Hostyle's face...
HOSTYLE JONES : What I'm saying is, that God can save this rabbit Pastor Minor... He has all the power to do so if what you say is correct. Let's see how your god reacts to this?
Chris Jones lauches the rabbit high into the air. The Pastor runs to catch it, but he couldn't make it in time as the rabbit splatters against the church blacktop...
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GLUTTONY : And now ... GLUTTONY
- PRESENT DAY -
SHOOT
HOSTYLE JONES : Syco, you do not know what you have got yourself into. When I unleash my inner demons, all hell will break loose for you. You see I don't really need to end your career at Isolation, but I want to!! Although I am already looked at as a twisted individual... ENDING YOUR LEGACY IS IMPORTANT TO ME... VERY IMPORTANT!! I don't just want to take the win. I want to take your soul, I want to take your spirit, I want to take your pride and your confidence... I WANT your head on a silver platter! They say revenge is a dish best served cold!! I think on the morbid side of this. When I think of a dish served cold, I compare it to your body, in the morgue, toe tagged, cold and lifeless on a steel slab!! You wanted to bring out the anger and the rage in Hostyle Jones, will at Isolation... YOU GOT IT!! Prepare yourself for a battle!! Be ready to go to war, and most of all... BE PREPARED FOR THE BOOK OF REVELATIONS!! I am a nightmare, I make my own fate- IM THE UNHOLY MESSIAH!! Many have tried to shatter my pride, and many have tried to get in my head. People have succeeded at both, much like you have... The only thing is when it comes time to see Hostyle Jones face to face, all that doesn't matter, and even the biggest of wrestling Syco's crumble in fear... STRAP MATCH!! LIVE OR DIE!! Be ready for the pain... BE READY TO DIE!!
- AND SHIT -
HOSTYLE JONES : Syco-Angel has never met another person who can test him... SUCH AS I... AHAHAHA....
Hostyle Jones wicked laugh is heard echoing through the PA system, as the lights dim throughout the arena. The big screen flickers on to an eerie static, until the camera cuts in and zooms into focus. The picture is in black and white, and is flickering in and out. You see Hostyle Jones with a surgeon mask over his face. You can tell he is finding solace down in the Realm Of Revelations... Chains are hanging down in Hostyle Jones basements. It almost looks like the perfect setting for a snuff film.
HOSTYLE JONES : HELLO... WRESTLING... FANS... Let us be honest with eachother for one moment! Let us just think of pure logic, and the logic is... Hostyle Jones has the upper hand! You see Syco can rant about why he kidnaps people, and why he torments peoples family?? To me it really doesn't matter why you do, because as I said, there comes a time in every mans life when he is judged for his actions, and has to pay for his sins! I... will... make him pay!!
HOSTYLE JONES : Because you see... Syco, while this may be fun and games to you... This is serious... The Surgical Spawn of Satan is here to tell you that in a wicked world of a borderline between Hostility and Insanity... I'M AS DIABOLICAL AS THEY COME!! Mark my words when I say this. At Isolation... I am not coming for respect. At Isolation I am not even coming to have a simple match!! I'm coming... to commit murder! I will lift your big ass up, because I am a giant killer, and will drop your big ass on your head... over... and over!!
HOSTYLE JONES : What I have done since I have been in the Insurgency is only minimal... While you have a legacy, let's just say, my legacy will start with you. As I already have made Sean Libby bleed, took two Swag Outs, and lifted a giant of a man, Crimson Angel! My biggest mark thus far will be making Syco-Angel crumble!!
HOSTYLE JONES : People I know ask me, why do I feel like making people suffer, and endure pain?? There really is no answer, and hell, I would be lying if I didn't say I enjoyed it? You say Marley is in for the ride of a lifetime!! Syco, you are in denial!! The only one who is for any type of ride is you!! You're going off the rails on a crazy train, and I'm the wicked conductor that you will soon learn to fear!!
HOSTYLE JONES : What I have done to Libby, what I have done to Crimson Skull... is nothing compared to the torture you will experience!! They don't call me Hostyle for nothing, and I don't say that I'm sadistic for nothing. You can say you're far more... but at Isolation... the sinister mind of Hostyle Jones will be at work, and I will come out victorious!!
HOSTYLE JONES : THE BIGGER THEY ARE... THE HARDER THEY FALL!! THE BIGGER THEY ARE... THE HARDER THEY FALL!! THE BIGGER THEY ARE... THE HARDER THEY FALL!!
The crowd from the IWF arena begins the chant that Hostyle Jones has then started. Hostyle Jones stops and smirks. He pulls the surgeon mask off with an evil smile stretched across his face
HOSTYLE JONES : See, I am ready Syco!! Things like this... when you might think Mr. Hostility is more at war with himself?? This is going to be proven that no matter what!! When everything is at stake, and the risks are high... Hostyle Jones is ready!! I hope you are, because after I'm done choking you out with the strap at Isolation, and I'm done making your life a living nightmare... you won't want to dabble in Family Ties again, because you will know the fear, and the pain of doing so... After it's all said and done, and my sister plants her feet back on solid ground... I will personally escort her into the ring, with you bound by that leather strap, and I'm going to let her kick you in the nuts sixty seven times!! 
HOSTYLE JONES : Bleed, Burn, Bleed, Burn... HANG!! The seven inner-demons are coming for you at Isolation!!
The bigscreen cuts to a static as the wicked laugh of The Hostyle One echos and fades throughout the IWF arena... |
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