[MAD KING] Eddie Kingston Debuts [3] by ADA2, literature
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[MAD KING] Eddie Kingston Debuts [3]
Shots had been fired and no doubt his ma was sitting beside the phone, checking her bank account and preparing to bail her son out of jail tonight, because he had that killer look in his eyes. Kingston and Knight, both fresh out of the gate, both looking to make a name for themselves here. It was all to play for, all on the line, make or break - cause only one of them was walking out with there hand held high and moving onto bigger and better things. “There you go again, twisting and turning those words. It is a nice trick you got there, but times have changed. This is a new world - a new wrestling world and a guy like you, you ain’t gonna last buddy. I look at you - and yeah your right. You got everything I don’t got - so what? YOU THINK THAT WILL CHANGE ANYTHING? You think all that shit the devil in Connecticut is going to care about, when they are scrapping pieces off you off the mat tonight? You got everything that son of a bitch wants. You look like a MILLION BUCKS. Look at ya.
[MAD KING] Eddie Kingston Debuts [2] by ADA2, literature
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[MAD KING] Eddie Kingston Debuts [2]
LA Knight got it so wrong as Eddie Kingston hand would cover his face as he would slowly shake his head from side to side. He was up on the stage, to protect LA Knight. He was staying were he was, to ensure the match would go ahead tonight, he was keeping out of the ring, because he didn’t want to spend a night in a cold cell - been there, done that. He wanted this match, because he wanted just five minutes to teach LA Knight some respect. “Dick Rick, Shaun Ricker, Eli Drake, LA Knight - WHATEVER THE FUCK YOUR NAME IS NOW. Who are you to speak down to me? Who do you think you are to talk smack all the way down there. It takes a big man to talk shit like that - can you BACK it up in the ring? Can you make big on what you have said, because Knight - I have seen it all. I have seen little shits like you more times than I can count. It always ends the same way. Big trash talkers, but can’t take the licking when the bell rings. Your just the FUCKING bargin bin MJF. Been there, done that -
[MAD KING] Eddie Kingston Debuts [1] by ADA2, literature
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[MAD KING] Eddie Kingston Debuts [1]
There had been enough talk from this up superstar LA Knight. The theme music tilted Cold World would begin to play out of the sound system as the fans in attendance were quick to there feet. All the attention that LA Knight had gained for himself, at the drop of a hat it was all gone as everyone was looking right up at the main stage as none other than Eddie Kingston himself would appear and he was not alone. He had the most dangerous weapon a man like him could have at this moment - a microphone. He marched out onto the stage, his hand waving in the air as he didn’t need any of this bullshit. He didn’t need music, lights or fireworks to blast off for him, he just needed a stage and a microphone and he was ready to go. “Cut the music, cut all the bullshit! I don’t need a fancy entrance, I don’t need any music, I don’t need any if that SUPERSTAR bullshit. All I need is a microphone and five minutes, that’s it. Kid, your going to want to listen to this. You're going to want to
Character: Eddie Kingston Alignment: Tweener Gimmick: Eddie Kingston has been all around the world, some might say he has done it all, but he hasn’t. He has not reached the level he had always wanted and now with almost two decades wear and tear on his body, a ticking clock has started - it was time for the final push, make or break. Eddie Kingston was going all in to get to the top and god help anyone who gets in hiss way. Preferred Finisher: American D (Sliding forearm smash to the back of the opponent's head) Promo: The UWF cameras would cut outside? To none other than the parking lot of all places. It was there, out in the darkness and freezing nights air that we would find none other than Eddie Kingston. A man whose journey here has been long and hard. A man who knows what it takes to endure through the pain to have just a small drop of success. There was fire in his eyes, with a little mix of determination - a dangerous competition for a man as motivated and focused as Eddie
Opportunities come once in a lifetime by ADA2, literature
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Opportunities come once in a lifetime
Opportunities are those that come but once in a lifetime. These tales are often foretold from the legends of this business. Opportunity arises, and those who seek it -- Often are met with defeat. Those who taste it however, go on to live in immortality. For one man in particular -- This story is one of legacy, and leaving an ever lasting tale of triumph. For Jeff Hardy, his opportunity inside The Money in the Bank ladder match at Wrestlemania, was more than just a mere match. It was more than just a chance to change the trajectory of his entire career -- It was a moment for him to finally erase all his demons. All the past problems that circumvented his life to this point. For Jeff Hardy, there was no such thing as defeat. For Jeff Hardy, this is was simply all or nothing. It's Wrestlemania folks. The biggest show of the year. Our live exclusive cuts away from our brief opening on Hardy, to the very visage of the man himself. He sits in the very stands these thunderous fans would watch
They say a picture is often worth a thousand words by ADA2, literature
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They say a picture is often worth a thousand words
Our scene opens into The Hardy Compound -- Away from everyone else in the world, we find ourselves staring at the imagery of Jeff Hardy in particular. He's seated upon a chair, painting a canvas to join the plethora of other visages before him. Hardy doesn't take long to openly address us, the viewer. JEFF HARDY: They say a picture is often worth a thousand words, man. It's the symbolism of the heart inside this artwork that radiates to our very core. Our very foundation. When I look at all my art, I don't just see the countless hours that I've spent upon each portrait -- I see the thoughts that embellish my mind, man. You look over there at the decrepit Soothsayer, and see a being with so much worth, but yet so much agony. (Hardy points to a painting of a Soothsayer wailing.) It's rather funny, because I too feel the anguish of the Soothsayer. For interestingly enough, I too can see into the future. I see the results as if they're a forgone conclusion. Soon enough, I'll become either
e had finally achieved his dream -- In front of a sold our Wrestlemania crowd, Jeff Hardy was finally able to silence his doubters as he stood atop the world as the victor of the prestigious Money in the Bank. It wasn't long before Hardy was given word that on Smackdown he would be put to the test against the formidable, Bobby Lashley. A man albeit, Hardy wasn't familiar with inside the ring, knew all to well about what he brought to the table. Speaking of table, our scene opens exactly at that -- A table. Food adorned the table, as a golden cup sat at the forefront of the table. Adorned mere inches from said cup, was Jeff Hardy, himself. Hardy takes a small sip from the cup. After this gesture, a soft smile slides across the face of Hardy as he wastes no time in allowing his words to perceive the scene. JEFF HARDY Ask and you shall receive. Captured in your vessel, I'm sure you're quite proud of your false, pride, Bobby. Captivated by your own imagination. I don't need to sell myself
What a week it's been for Smackdown! The arrival of Jeff Hardy had the fans talking. What was truly in store for the Charasmatic Enigma? After a back and forth encounter with Muhammed Hassan, many felt his path would take him towards Hassan, and his championship. However it was confirmed via WWE.com that Jeff Hardy would compete against Rikishi for the final spot in the Money in the bank ladder match at Wrestlemania. What a match! Fast forward to present day, our scene opens inside an empty ring, clearly the OMEGA ring, a historical chapter in the life of Jeff Hardy. Hardy would hunch over the ropes, as his gaze radiated throughout the entire scene. He waste no time in starting his speech. JEFF HARDY Wounds cut like a broken knife, man. Words hurt even more. A thousand tales, and a million miles on my body, and I still love this business. Last week was truly somethin' special, man. The roar of that crowd chantin' my name -- I knew I came back for the right reasons. Long cast aside
JUST WALK AWAY That is all that I have heard ever since I was told that I would never wrestle again. They say me down and looked me in the eyes and told me it was all over for me. The thing I loved to do most was finished. I could no longer do what brought me so much joy. My road had came to an end and I was done -- I was finished and there was not a damn thing that I could do about it. The end came for me and they wanted me to sit there and take it. Sit there and listen to them tell me what I could do and what I could not. THEY OBVIOUSLY DON'T KNOW WHO THEY ARE TALKING TO This is all that I have cared about. From the moment I could walk and talk, I wanted to do this. I wanted to perform. I would sit down on my father's lap and we would watch wrestling. He loved it from a young age as well, when he was a child, the only difference was that he was afraid. He was scared to chase the dream. To give everything up and to take a chance. My father wanted to be a wrestler, but he allowed
I USED TO RESPECT YOU... Even saying that breaks my heart. You where a man that I respected. That I loved working with. You had it all. The talent. The look. That drive that one in every hundred wrestler has. You busted your ass for years to get to where you are today. Just like me the road was long for you. Just like me you had to start right at the bottom and work your way to the top. Unlike countless others we had no golden keys handed to us. Our fathers where nothing. They held no power in this industry. They never once showed any interest in it, they never once laced up a pair of boots and stepped into the ring, this was not there calling -- it was our calling. So many wrestlers have connections. A father or a family member who used to wrestle, they had it in their blood and with that power running through out them they could jump forward, they could cut the line and go right to the big leagues -- lucky for some, but for me and you Seth -- we didn't have that luxury. We knew no
[MAD KING] Eddie Kingston Debuts [3] by ADA2, literature
Literature
[MAD KING] Eddie Kingston Debuts [3]
Shots had been fired and no doubt his ma was sitting beside the phone, checking her bank account and preparing to bail her son out of jail tonight, because he had that killer look in his eyes. Kingston and Knight, both fresh out of the gate, both looking to make a name for themselves here. It was all to play for, all on the line, make or break - cause only one of them was walking out with there hand held high and moving onto bigger and better things. “There you go again, twisting and turning those words. It is a nice trick you got there, but times have changed. This is a new world - a new wrestling world and a guy like you, you ain’t gonna last buddy. I look at you - and yeah your right. You got everything I don’t got - so what? YOU THINK THAT WILL CHANGE ANYTHING? You think all that shit the devil in Connecticut is going to care about, when they are scrapping pieces off you off the mat tonight? You got everything that son of a bitch wants. You look like a MILLION BUCKS. Look at ya.
[MAD KING] Eddie Kingston Debuts [2] by ADA2, literature
Literature
[MAD KING] Eddie Kingston Debuts [2]
LA Knight got it so wrong as Eddie Kingston hand would cover his face as he would slowly shake his head from side to side. He was up on the stage, to protect LA Knight. He was staying were he was, to ensure the match would go ahead tonight, he was keeping out of the ring, because he didn’t want to spend a night in a cold cell - been there, done that. He wanted this match, because he wanted just five minutes to teach LA Knight some respect. “Dick Rick, Shaun Ricker, Eli Drake, LA Knight - WHATEVER THE FUCK YOUR NAME IS NOW. Who are you to speak down to me? Who do you think you are to talk smack all the way down there. It takes a big man to talk shit like that - can you BACK it up in the ring? Can you make big on what you have said, because Knight - I have seen it all. I have seen little shits like you more times than I can count. It always ends the same way. Big trash talkers, but can’t take the licking when the bell rings. Your just the FUCKING bargin bin MJF. Been there, done that -
[MAD KING] Eddie Kingston Debuts [1] by ADA2, literature
Literature
[MAD KING] Eddie Kingston Debuts [1]
There had been enough talk from this up superstar LA Knight. The theme music tilted Cold World would begin to play out of the sound system as the fans in attendance were quick to there feet. All the attention that LA Knight had gained for himself, at the drop of a hat it was all gone as everyone was looking right up at the main stage as none other than Eddie Kingston himself would appear and he was not alone. He had the most dangerous weapon a man like him could have at this moment - a microphone. He marched out onto the stage, his hand waving in the air as he didn’t need any of this bullshit. He didn’t need music, lights or fireworks to blast off for him, he just needed a stage and a microphone and he was ready to go. “Cut the music, cut all the bullshit! I don’t need a fancy entrance, I don’t need any music, I don’t need any if that SUPERSTAR bullshit. All I need is a microphone and five minutes, that’s it. Kid, your going to want to listen to this. You're going to want to
Character: Eddie Kingston Alignment: Tweener Gimmick: Eddie Kingston has been all around the world, some might say he has done it all, but he hasn’t. He has not reached the level he had always wanted and now with almost two decades wear and tear on his body, a ticking clock has started - it was time for the final push, make or break. Eddie Kingston was going all in to get to the top and god help anyone who gets in hiss way. Preferred Finisher: American D (Sliding forearm smash to the back of the opponent's head) Promo: The UWF cameras would cut outside? To none other than the parking lot of all places. It was there, out in the darkness and freezing nights air that we would find none other than Eddie Kingston. A man whose journey here has been long and hard. A man who knows what it takes to endure through the pain to have just a small drop of success. There was fire in his eyes, with a little mix of determination - a dangerous competition for a man as motivated and focused as Eddie
Opportunities come once in a lifetime by ADA2, literature
Literature
Opportunities come once in a lifetime
Opportunities are those that come but once in a lifetime. These tales are often foretold from the legends of this business. Opportunity arises, and those who seek it -- Often are met with defeat. Those who taste it however, go on to live in immortality. For one man in particular -- This story is one of legacy, and leaving an ever lasting tale of triumph. For Jeff Hardy, his opportunity inside The Money in the Bank ladder match at Wrestlemania, was more than just a mere match. It was more than just a chance to change the trajectory of his entire career -- It was a moment for him to finally erase all his demons. All the past problems that circumvented his life to this point. For Jeff Hardy, there was no such thing as defeat. For Jeff Hardy, this is was simply all or nothing. It's Wrestlemania folks. The biggest show of the year. Our live exclusive cuts away from our brief opening on Hardy, to the very visage of the man himself. He sits in the very stands these thunderous fans would watch
They say a picture is often worth a thousand words by ADA2, literature
Literature
They say a picture is often worth a thousand words
Our scene opens into The Hardy Compound -- Away from everyone else in the world, we find ourselves staring at the imagery of Jeff Hardy in particular. He's seated upon a chair, painting a canvas to join the plethora of other visages before him. Hardy doesn't take long to openly address us, the viewer. JEFF HARDY: They say a picture is often worth a thousand words, man. It's the symbolism of the heart inside this artwork that radiates to our very core. Our very foundation. When I look at all my art, I don't just see the countless hours that I've spent upon each portrait -- I see the thoughts that embellish my mind, man. You look over there at the decrepit Soothsayer, and see a being with so much worth, but yet so much agony. (Hardy points to a painting of a Soothsayer wailing.) It's rather funny, because I too feel the anguish of the Soothsayer. For interestingly enough, I too can see into the future. I see the results as if they're a forgone conclusion. Soon enough, I'll become either
e had finally achieved his dream -- In front of a sold our Wrestlemania crowd, Jeff Hardy was finally able to silence his doubters as he stood atop the world as the victor of the prestigious Money in the Bank. It wasn't long before Hardy was given word that on Smackdown he would be put to the test against the formidable, Bobby Lashley. A man albeit, Hardy wasn't familiar with inside the ring, knew all to well about what he brought to the table. Speaking of table, our scene opens exactly at that -- A table. Food adorned the table, as a golden cup sat at the forefront of the table. Adorned mere inches from said cup, was Jeff Hardy, himself. Hardy takes a small sip from the cup. After this gesture, a soft smile slides across the face of Hardy as he wastes no time in allowing his words to perceive the scene. JEFF HARDY Ask and you shall receive. Captured in your vessel, I'm sure you're quite proud of your false, pride, Bobby. Captivated by your own imagination. I don't need to sell myself
What a week it's been for Smackdown! The arrival of Jeff Hardy had the fans talking. What was truly in store for the Charasmatic Enigma? After a back and forth encounter with Muhammed Hassan, many felt his path would take him towards Hassan, and his championship. However it was confirmed via WWE.com that Jeff Hardy would compete against Rikishi for the final spot in the Money in the bank ladder match at Wrestlemania. What a match! Fast forward to present day, our scene opens inside an empty ring, clearly the OMEGA ring, a historical chapter in the life of Jeff Hardy. Hardy would hunch over the ropes, as his gaze radiated throughout the entire scene. He waste no time in starting his speech. JEFF HARDY Wounds cut like a broken knife, man. Words hurt even more. A thousand tales, and a million miles on my body, and I still love this business. Last week was truly somethin' special, man. The roar of that crowd chantin' my name -- I knew I came back for the right reasons. Long cast aside
JUST WALK AWAY That is all that I have heard ever since I was told that I would never wrestle again. They say me down and looked me in the eyes and told me it was all over for me. The thing I loved to do most was finished. I could no longer do what brought me so much joy. My road had came to an end and I was done -- I was finished and there was not a damn thing that I could do about it. The end came for me and they wanted me to sit there and take it. Sit there and listen to them tell me what I could do and what I could not. THEY OBVIOUSLY DON'T KNOW WHO THEY ARE TALKING TO This is all that I have cared about. From the moment I could walk and talk, I wanted to do this. I wanted to perform. I would sit down on my father's lap and we would watch wrestling. He loved it from a young age as well, when he was a child, the only difference was that he was afraid. He was scared to chase the dream. To give everything up and to take a chance. My father wanted to be a wrestler, but he allowed
I USED TO RESPECT YOU... Even saying that breaks my heart. You where a man that I respected. That I loved working with. You had it all. The talent. The look. That drive that one in every hundred wrestler has. You busted your ass for years to get to where you are today. Just like me the road was long for you. Just like me you had to start right at the bottom and work your way to the top. Unlike countless others we had no golden keys handed to us. Our fathers where nothing. They held no power in this industry. They never once showed any interest in it, they never once laced up a pair of boots and stepped into the ring, this was not there calling -- it was our calling. So many wrestlers have connections. A father or a family member who used to wrestle, they had it in their blood and with that power running through out them they could jump forward, they could cut the line and go right to the big leagues -- lucky for some, but for me and you Seth -- we didn't have that luxury. We knew no
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