Post by Reno Destiny on Dec 30, 2017 17:15:39 GMT -5
- before the dark times -
Bet you thought you wouldn't see me. Its my fault, ive give you all a ride for the past few years with me not really showing up to much but that's something I'm working on. Its been a difficult few months and this sickness isn't really helping so bare with me as I paint this very vivid picture for you.
Reno Fucking Destiny is back here in Strike towers with a new life and purpose. I am the best here and I need to prove that every chance that I get, just like in the old days.
The Dark Days.
I name it the dark days because that presence of shadow casted over this place, the rightful ruler of the throne. The golden age of Strike Towers, when I first became a rookie here, man I wish I could go back to those days, but I can't. I can't go back to the civil wars , the talent bickering , though it would be very entertaining but none of us can return to those glory days at all. What has to happen is Strike towers has to come to a new era, a new dawning. Creating new priceless times , and events. This is what we are here for.
What I am here for , If you asked me that question in 2006 you would hear the same answer that I am giving you now, to become SFT World Champion. I am simply the best on the roster right now, I'm the best in the ring , I'm the best on the mic , I'm the best over all talent. I have been the best since I walked in here and dispite what others may have said I always came through and proved to the others in the back and everyone else around the world wrong. They should have bet the house on reno destiny.
But they didn't.
In 2018 I told my wife that this would be the year of accomplishments, the year of growth and greater things then that of the past. I don't like looking like a liar so Here I present to you.
Everything... Begins
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I looked around for a bit, taking in the still air of the arena, the 10 thousand seat arena for the everything ends pay per view. It still has that smell from the last show they had here. I shut my eyes and I hate the picture I see when I do it, I always see my dads eyes close right before he gasp for his last breath.
Anger...
I don't know why I do it to myself, Its almost like I want to remember him dying in front of me. I hate that he is gone even though I thought about his death a lot my entire life. My grandmother died when I was young, both my aunts died recently but nothing as close as my father. A lot of who I am even though I will never admit it came from him. Maybe this was gods way of making me appreciate him. I just didn't want to look like him .
A hand touches my shoulder , its a ring hand trying to get past me and down to the ringside area. Better excuse himself next time. I walk back out the arena and head towards my car. My phone vibrates and its my Wife Cassandra. I answer " Hello baby. " her sweet voice makes my anxiety a little better , she askes me to pick up some food on my way back to the hotel , she is almost done feeding sevyn. Its almost been a year since the baby was born. Time does Fly doesn't it.
I ordered a chicken parm sandwich big enough for the 2 of us , on my way to the hotel the radio in my rental starts to flicker. Strange , I didn't think XM Radio lost service I'm thinking to myself. Then my car cuts off and the car slowly comes to a stop on the edge of the road. I get out to see whats wrong , theres no smoke there is no weird sounds, I look around and say, " someone has got to be joking, This some prank shit? " I'm waiting for someone to pop out so I can punch them in the stomach and watch them squirm in pain gasping for air, but nothing like that happened. Then my phone rings and the caller ID says Unknown. I usually don't answer unknown phone calls but since I'm in the road in the middle of no where I want to know who this could be, and if they were responsible for this, they are about to come tow this mother fucker back to the hotel.
I answer the phone but the voice hurries to speak before I can even get a word out " Its Time. " The voice says, I yell at them " time for what? You to fix my fucking car so I can get out of this street which so happens to have NO light posts? How in the hell did you get this number, and why is there fog out here , I didn't know I got stopped so conveniently over a creeky wood bridge, This some Bullshit " The voice just breaths on the phone and then says " Nah man I'm fucking with you Its Mason you little bastard " I face palm myself " What the hell do you want man, I'm stuck in the middle of the street, theres fox's out here man " Mason chuckles a bit on the phone , I look around " This isn't fucking funny " He stops snickering and replied " Well its not me who fucked your shit up , look I'm just saying I'm in town, I'm gonna be at everything ends , Maybe even fuck some people up while I'm there who knows, Hey hope you get out of trouble gotta go" I yell before he hangs up " WAIT WAIT SON OF A BITCH " but its to late.
My phone vibrates from a text message, again from a unknown number. If Mason is texting me I swear I'm going to choke him when I see him. I have 2 new messages , one of them was from mason with the thumbs up and the car leaving gif.. Asshole. The 2nd one was cryptic. The beginning of the message said Delivery request granted and a time stamp from a few years ago. When I opened the message , My car cut back on.
To be Continued ...
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Robert Saints, Welcome back to the big time, You get to go up against a big time wrestling star, world renouned, and hall of famer not to mention on the companies biggest show of the year. Look I may not have been much of a hall of famer in the past couple of years but respect will be paid, and I'm here to cash the check.
This isn't going to be really complicated at all , when I first stepped foot here in strike towers , I came here to whoop ass without taking any names because those names meant nothing to me. They should mean nothing to you, I should mean nothing to Robert saints, but I do mean something to you, I'm a notch on the rung. To face me forreal is a different game guy, and I'm about to show you the the different ways I'm going to be kicking your ass all over everything ends.
Everything has to end Robert, so that it can begin again. Whatever role you play in strike tower is a pivotal one but the role I play here Is much greater then you realize. I am the chosen one, ive been the chosen one to save strike towers. Ive been seen to represent strike towers the best way it can be represented. So going through you is the only way for me to get to the title belt well , you are about to collide with LeBron james of a fast break and I'm not going to stop.
The game has changed a lot though, I don't know how long you been in this business for but times have changed. I'm not intuned with the in crowd of wrestling anymore, but I still feel the way to get the job done is a good old fashion wood shed ass whoopin. plain and simple thing to do and you get results. So for all the years that I have been ending speculation about how good or great or bad or terrible I am in the ring and on a microphone , I'm going to serve one up real good for you saints.
you are going to want to leave this ass kicking session in 2017. See you at everything ends fly boy.
Fade
Bet you thought you wouldn't see me. Its my fault, ive give you all a ride for the past few years with me not really showing up to much but that's something I'm working on. Its been a difficult few months and this sickness isn't really helping so bare with me as I paint this very vivid picture for you.
Reno Fucking Destiny is back here in Strike towers with a new life and purpose. I am the best here and I need to prove that every chance that I get, just like in the old days.
The Dark Days.
I name it the dark days because that presence of shadow casted over this place, the rightful ruler of the throne. The golden age of Strike Towers, when I first became a rookie here, man I wish I could go back to those days, but I can't. I can't go back to the civil wars , the talent bickering , though it would be very entertaining but none of us can return to those glory days at all. What has to happen is Strike towers has to come to a new era, a new dawning. Creating new priceless times , and events. This is what we are here for.
What I am here for , If you asked me that question in 2006 you would hear the same answer that I am giving you now, to become SFT World Champion. I am simply the best on the roster right now, I'm the best in the ring , I'm the best on the mic , I'm the best over all talent. I have been the best since I walked in here and dispite what others may have said I always came through and proved to the others in the back and everyone else around the world wrong. They should have bet the house on reno destiny.
But they didn't.
In 2018 I told my wife that this would be the year of accomplishments, the year of growth and greater things then that of the past. I don't like looking like a liar so Here I present to you.
Everything... Begins
-------------------------------------------------------------------
I looked around for a bit, taking in the still air of the arena, the 10 thousand seat arena for the everything ends pay per view. It still has that smell from the last show they had here. I shut my eyes and I hate the picture I see when I do it, I always see my dads eyes close right before he gasp for his last breath.
Anger...
I don't know why I do it to myself, Its almost like I want to remember him dying in front of me. I hate that he is gone even though I thought about his death a lot my entire life. My grandmother died when I was young, both my aunts died recently but nothing as close as my father. A lot of who I am even though I will never admit it came from him. Maybe this was gods way of making me appreciate him. I just didn't want to look like him .
A hand touches my shoulder , its a ring hand trying to get past me and down to the ringside area. Better excuse himself next time. I walk back out the arena and head towards my car. My phone vibrates and its my Wife Cassandra. I answer " Hello baby. " her sweet voice makes my anxiety a little better , she askes me to pick up some food on my way back to the hotel , she is almost done feeding sevyn. Its almost been a year since the baby was born. Time does Fly doesn't it.
I ordered a chicken parm sandwich big enough for the 2 of us , on my way to the hotel the radio in my rental starts to flicker. Strange , I didn't think XM Radio lost service I'm thinking to myself. Then my car cuts off and the car slowly comes to a stop on the edge of the road. I get out to see whats wrong , theres no smoke there is no weird sounds, I look around and say, " someone has got to be joking, This some prank shit? " I'm waiting for someone to pop out so I can punch them in the stomach and watch them squirm in pain gasping for air, but nothing like that happened. Then my phone rings and the caller ID says Unknown. I usually don't answer unknown phone calls but since I'm in the road in the middle of no where I want to know who this could be, and if they were responsible for this, they are about to come tow this mother fucker back to the hotel.
I answer the phone but the voice hurries to speak before I can even get a word out " Its Time. " The voice says, I yell at them " time for what? You to fix my fucking car so I can get out of this street which so happens to have NO light posts? How in the hell did you get this number, and why is there fog out here , I didn't know I got stopped so conveniently over a creeky wood bridge, This some Bullshit " The voice just breaths on the phone and then says " Nah man I'm fucking with you Its Mason you little bastard " I face palm myself " What the hell do you want man, I'm stuck in the middle of the street, theres fox's out here man " Mason chuckles a bit on the phone , I look around " This isn't fucking funny " He stops snickering and replied " Well its not me who fucked your shit up , look I'm just saying I'm in town, I'm gonna be at everything ends , Maybe even fuck some people up while I'm there who knows, Hey hope you get out of trouble gotta go" I yell before he hangs up " WAIT WAIT SON OF A BITCH " but its to late.
My phone vibrates from a text message, again from a unknown number. If Mason is texting me I swear I'm going to choke him when I see him. I have 2 new messages , one of them was from mason with the thumbs up and the car leaving gif.. Asshole. The 2nd one was cryptic. The beginning of the message said Delivery request granted and a time stamp from a few years ago. When I opened the message , My car cut back on.
To be Continued ...
----------------------------------------------------
Robert Saints, Welcome back to the big time, You get to go up against a big time wrestling star, world renouned, and hall of famer not to mention on the companies biggest show of the year. Look I may not have been much of a hall of famer in the past couple of years but respect will be paid, and I'm here to cash the check.
This isn't going to be really complicated at all , when I first stepped foot here in strike towers , I came here to whoop ass without taking any names because those names meant nothing to me. They should mean nothing to you, I should mean nothing to Robert saints, but I do mean something to you, I'm a notch on the rung. To face me forreal is a different game guy, and I'm about to show you the the different ways I'm going to be kicking your ass all over everything ends.
Everything has to end Robert, so that it can begin again. Whatever role you play in strike tower is a pivotal one but the role I play here Is much greater then you realize. I am the chosen one, ive been the chosen one to save strike towers. Ive been seen to represent strike towers the best way it can be represented. So going through you is the only way for me to get to the title belt well , you are about to collide with LeBron james of a fast break and I'm not going to stop.
The game has changed a lot though, I don't know how long you been in this business for but times have changed. I'm not intuned with the in crowd of wrestling anymore, but I still feel the way to get the job done is a good old fashion wood shed ass whoopin. plain and simple thing to do and you get results. So for all the years that I have been ending speculation about how good or great or bad or terrible I am in the ring and on a microphone , I'm going to serve one up real good for you saints.
you are going to want to leave this ass kicking session in 2017. See you at everything ends fly boy.
Fade
