Post by Adrian Storms (T) on Sept 22, 2013 21:03:37 GMT -5
Kid Years Part V
From Last Time…
Ranger begins walking through the forest, looking for something to satisfy himself. As he’s walking, he notices a cleared path. His gut tells him to go down the path but his brain, thinks different. Ranger takes the gut’s opinion. He begins walking down the path, aware of his surrounds, do to what happened last time he was unaware. He continues walking and stops. A brick house is what appears.
He walks to the door and knocks. A figure hangs their head out the door and throws Skittles in Ranger’s face.
Figure: TASTE THE RAINBOW!
Ranger: You do that again and you’ll TASTE YOUR BLOOD!
The figure walks out in none other than, a clown suit. Ranger nearly has a heart attack. The clown honks the horn in his face. Ranger falls backwards and begins crawling away.
Clown (Corny Voice): Are you scared of clowns? I can fix that right up!
Ranger: Yeah, uh, really doubt that.
Clown: Come on in, it’ll be fun!
The clown helps Ranger up and holds the door as Ranger walks in. Ranger takes a look around as Ranger feels a small cut on his throat as he looks down, to see none other than a knife to his throat.
Ranger: This is EXACTLY why I’m afraid of clowns!
Clown (Normal Voice): Shut up, kid. Follow what I tell you to do or you’ll die. Now go.
The clown begins pushing him towards a cell. He kicks Ranger in the joint of his knee and throws him in a cell. The clown locks the door as Ranger holds his knee.
Ranger: So I’m a prisoner, eh? Not for long!
Ranger begins pulling, yanking, hitting on everything. After hours of that, Ranger finally falls to his knees and sits.
Clown: So, now that that’s over, what’s your name and why are you here?
Ranger: Well since I haven’t got anything better to do, everyone calls me “Ranger”, and I’m here because I’m hiding; now you spill your beans.
Clown: Well my name is, Jacob Jenkins, I’m here be-
Ranger: Wait, I’d know that name anywhere; YOU’RE THE ONE WHO KILLED MY PARENTS!
Continued…
Jacob: Well, who are your parents?
Ranger: Well, you know, I never got to know their real names, due to you ripping them away from me…
Jacob: Lucky for you, I see a resemblance, and I know their first names. They went by the names of Molly and Matt. You know what; I loved seeing the blood pour from their poor, lifeless bodies. It was a sight that I will cherish forever.
Ranger:...
Jacob: I can’t wait to do the same to you.
Ranger: Not if I do it to YOU FIRST!
Ranger goes to grab a knife out of his pack, only to realize that his pack has been taken.
Jacob: Looking for… this?
Jacob holds up the pack. He begins to unzip the zipper, but Ranger grabs a knife from his pocket and throws it, which goes blazing by his head, only to miss him by a centimeter or two.
Ranger: You so as much think about opening that pack and stealing my things, I will get out of here, one way or another, and I will kill you.
Jacob: Well, I’m going to die anyways, so I might as well open it anyways. You won’t even lay a scratch on me anyways.
Jacob unzips the first zipper. He pulls all sorts of weapons, poisons, and much more. He simply either throws them to the ground or destroys it. Eventually, he gets to the bottom of the first pocket, and he goes on to the second zipper.
Ranger: NO! I don’t care about the other things but don’t touch the second pocket!
Jacob: Seems as if you have things in here you actually care about. I'll burn it all, along with you.
Jacob pulls out a knife, with a tag on it.
Jacob: To: Son, From: Dad. How heartwarming, it almost brings me to tears. To bad it’s going to be burned.
He reaches down again, picking out a picture of a simple looking family. They’re all standing around a Christmas tree, smiling, wearing sweaters and holding mugs of hot chocolate.
Ranger: NO! Leave that alone! That’s the only thing I have to remember my parents by! Please!
Jacob: Too bad my feelings for sympathy, died years ago.
He puts his hands in position to rip the picture. He makes a small tear before Ranger breaks the lock off the door and kicks it open.
Jacob: H-how?!
Ranger: I said… not to mess with my things!
He punches Jacob across the face and he drops the bag. Ranger lifts him up, hooks him with a left, and punches him in the gut. Ranger jumps in the air, coming full speed at him, and hits him the back of the head with his heel. He hits his face on the concrete floor, falling, what seems as, unconsciously. Ranger puts the things that are still intact, into his bag, picks it up, and opens the door. He tries to walk out but gets stopped by Jacob. He’s got hold of his ankle, and he pulls him to the ground. He hits his face on the concrete floor as well. Jacob gets up, appearing to be bleeding from the back of his head. He picks Ranger up by the shirt and lifts him off the ground. He slams him into the brick wall.
Jacob: Who do you think you are, thinking you can defeat me that easy? Well, you’re dead wrong kid. You must not be smart enough to realize that the odds are stacked against you.
Ranger doesn’t let him get out anything more. He kicks his chest, knocking him off of him. Ranger falls, slumping over on the ground. Jacob falls back onto a wall and sits.
Ranger: You must realize that for a kid my size, in the woods, that the odds have been stacked against me since day one. No experience of how to make these great shelters or how to make things into these great weapons. No, I survived off of willpower and instinct. I was a young kid stepping into these treacherous woods, but I’m a thirteen-year-old man now. No more kiddy things, I’ve grown up. For around 10 years now, I haven’t had anyone nurturing me. I got my parents stolen from me by none other than a low-life person, who sits across from me now. You ruined my life… and now… now I’m going to END YOURS!
Ranger jumps up, charging at Jacob. Jacob makes a slight movement, and Ranger falls to the ground. One simple hit to the gut.
Jacob: After that “motivating” speech, this is all you have. You’re just what I expected when I saw you, nothing but a puny, no-good runt.
Ranger lifts himself up slightly, picking his head up and looks Jacob dead in the eye.
Ranger: Don’t you ever count me out, no matter the circumstances, because when you count me out, you’ve let your guard down.
Ranger sweeps his feet, making him fall. He cracks his head against the wall, making it bleed even more. Ranger gets himself to his feet and pulls out two army knives. Jacob gets to his feet and staggers a bit. Ranger kicks him across the chest, and grabs his shirt. He slams him into a nearby window, throwing him outside. Ranger walks out the back door to see Jacob bloodied up. Jacob manages to pull himself up. Ranger sprints at him, aiming for the throat, but Jacob kicks him. Ranger goes flying, hitting the ground with huge impact and slides for a few second to come to a stop, only by hitting a tree. Jacob slowly walks over and pulls out a pistol, aiming for Ranger’s head.
Jacob: End of the line kid.
*Clink*
A gunshot is heard throughout miles.
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Unleashed
The scene appears with Ranger wearing his usual, ripped jeans and a black hooded jacket. He pulls out a piece of chalk and makes a rough fifth mark. As he finishes the mark, the chalk breaks. It hits the cracked, concrete ground, breaking the silence.
Ranger: I’ve been on the defeated side of things for weeks now. I have no more right to call myself a future World Champion, no right to call myself the greatest, and barely any right to even call myself a wrestler. I’ve been saying this and that for weeks, misleading you people, I’ve realized my wrongs and I know what I must do to correct them.
I’ve realized that I’m not unleashing the full power of The Ranger. I haven’t been pushing myself to the full extent and that’s why I’m where I’m at now. I’m at the bottom of the barrel. I’ve got nothing to be proud about in this company, no wins, no titles, and no names. I don’t see why I’ve just realized this, for I should’ve realized this when I lost to Mama. I’m tired of being to the laughing stock and I’m going to change that image of me.
I was at the tip-top of my former company but it seems as if I was struck by lighting and fell all the way to the bottom. Now, I must rise back up to the top, and knock everyone down in my path to it. As I read this weeks Rapture card it seems as if the first to fall, is none other than, Charlie Luzon.
Charlie Luzon, a man who I’ve been back and forth with for weeks, as it seems PCW hasn’t taken any notice until now. Luzon, is a man who has been like I have been for weeks, misguiding you fans. Saying this and that on Twitter, but can’t back it up in the ring. Luzon, I’m here to correct your foolish ways.
When Rapture comes, I will correct your wrongs for you, your wrongs of running your mouth, but yet not being able to back it up in the ring. Now, you may say I have no room to talk about not backing it up, but while I’m correcting your wrongdoings, I will also correct mine.
It seems as if the only thing you can do is run your mouth on Twitter, and you barely have any talent at that. Charlie, it’s going to be a pleasure handing your butt to you at Rapture. It’s something I’ve been waiting to do it for weeks, and maybe, I’ll be the one to finally shut you up. It’ll be something that everyone will enjoy, I’m certain of it.
As for this “new management”, I’ve been going around Twitter talking about. That “new management” is none other, than the voices in my head. I’m following the voices, as they tell what I need to do to be successful. What I need to do is correct the incorrect doings in PCW. If I correct the wrongs of this company, I will get what I seek. I am no longer simply The Lone Ranger, for the voices have taken over and the voices have changed me. They have changed me into Adrian Storms, the man who corrects the wrongs, and that correcting begins with Charlie Luzon.
Under the new alias of Adrian Storms, he falls to his knees, and flips the hood off his jacket. He bites his thumb and it begins to bleed. He takes his blood and draws the word “Corrections” across the wall as the scene fades.