Post by ..:Jake Xavier:.. on May 12, 2007 21:41:35 GMT -5
..:Jake Xavier:..
I am unstoppable..I will never lose. The title belongs to me, forever. I will never lose, ever. Forever, the title belongs to me. Ever..Title..Belongs...to Me. Justin Evans..get away! God? Why? Justin..Title..Forever..God..Why?
Jake awakes in the night, after a horrible dream. Throwing himself up into a sitting position quickly, sweat rolled from his forehead, as he sat there panting. He looked around the dark lighted room, and saw his NextGen Title sat on a coat hanger. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and stood. He walked over to the title belt, yanked it off the coat hanger, and held it tightly, pressed against his chest.
He pulled the gold belt back from his chest, and looked at it. He rose it in his arms higher, pressing it against his cheek, feeling the cold surface brushing up against him. It felt good, knowing that the title was in his hands, and he sure hoped that that title would maintain in his hands forever.
After his Disqualification Loss to Justin Evans last week, Jake was feeling somewhat depressed. He went through much emotion and mental strain, along with many cycles of different emotions, making him go from angry, to depressed, to happy, to sad, to depressed.
Jake took the title down again, and went back to sit on his bed. He attempted to fall back to sleep as the title was strapped to his waist. But, he had bad luck like normal, and he remained awake, maintaing his bloodshot eyes wide opened, while sweat continued to roll down his forehead.
Finally, Jake had decided he needed to leave. There'd be no way he'd be able to go back to sleep. Deep down in his soul, he knew the reason he couldn't sleep is because of his paranoia of having those same insane dreams yet again. Jake rose from the bed, and walked over to the coat hanger, where his belt once hang, and grabbed the black leather jacket off of it. He took off his title belt, threw the jacket on him, and threw the belt over his shoulder. He left the room, and walked down the wooden staircase inside Jordan Glass's mansion to get to the bottom floor.
There, he stood in a small porch way, where he grabbed a pair of army combat boots, which belonged to him. He put them on and opened the glass door, revealing the night sky in it's purest form. He took a deep breath, and walked out into the moon light.
The night sky was crisp, and warm for night in Newfoundland, Canada. Jake Xavier stood in a big garden, filled with grass, which was located right outside Jordan Glass's mansion. He walked toward the streets as the he felt the dry wind blow, and press up against his jacket. As he walked to toward the streets, the title maintained on the top of his shoulder, where he truly thought it “belonged”.
As Jake made his way to through the garden, he soon hit the streets. The road was bare, and no other houses aligned itself along it. Jake continued to walk, walking south, away from the location of Jordan's Mansion. As he walked, he began to have thoughts about the other night, the night where he questioned religion and the all mighty god.
He remembered asking God, Why do he cause so many problems in people's lives. He remembered shouting at the top of his lungs, waiting for an answer. But the problem is, from that night, he got no answer.
His blood began to boil slowly as he remembered that incident. It made him angry for sure, really wanting to get a response from the all might Lord.
As he continued to walk on the street sidewalk, rain began to fall from the sky. It dripped down onto his forehead, mixing the sweat with another cold clear liquid. But soon, Jake saw something that would make him go insane.
Standing ahead of him, was a huge white light. He felt the urge to follow the bright, white, light. He heard beautiful music coming from the light, music of love, passion and peace.
Jake stood there in shock, wondering what stands before him. He turned quickly the other way, only to see the exact opposite of that image. He saw a huge, dark, red light. The light made Jake smile somewhat, a dark, sadistic smile of course, but, there was a smile there on his face.
Jake thought he was dreaming after his sight. As the two lights took up the world for him, he couldn't decide what way to walk. The great white light, of the peaceful place made him feel happy inside, not happy like his normal attitude, happy in life, something he had never accomplished. Yet the dark red light, made him feel like home. He was confused alright. What way to go?
..:Jake Xavier:..
What the fuck god? Why do you give me such a choice! I can't play these stupid mind games with you any longer! You fucked my life up since the beginning, letting me get beaten the way I did! What about the other choices you made for me god! What about the time you made my siblings leave me with that abusive fuck-face! Why god did you do that? Why!? Why, fucking god, why? Answer me!
If you want me to follow your path into the holy world, then fucking answer me! You give me two choices in life god, and that's to join you or the devil...and we all know what where talking about! Now god, can you tell me? Can you tell me what the fuck made you screw up my life like you did? Was it to be funny? Was it to be an experiment on how fucked up a family can be?
You fucked me up God, and I want an answer. I will not go toward ether of these lights until you give me an answer god! I know I'm fucking dead, or close to it, but I will not rest in peace until you tell me god! ANSWER ME GOD! FUCKING PLEASE! ANSWER ME!!
Jake dropped to his knees in this confrontation of the two bright lights. Which way would he go? Would god give him an answer?
TBC in PART 2
I am unstoppable..I will never lose. The title belongs to me, forever. I will never lose, ever. Forever, the title belongs to me. Ever..Title..Belongs...to Me. Justin Evans..get away! God? Why? Justin..Title..Forever..God..Why?
Jake awakes in the night, after a horrible dream. Throwing himself up into a sitting position quickly, sweat rolled from his forehead, as he sat there panting. He looked around the dark lighted room, and saw his NextGen Title sat on a coat hanger. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and stood. He walked over to the title belt, yanked it off the coat hanger, and held it tightly, pressed against his chest.
He pulled the gold belt back from his chest, and looked at it. He rose it in his arms higher, pressing it against his cheek, feeling the cold surface brushing up against him. It felt good, knowing that the title was in his hands, and he sure hoped that that title would maintain in his hands forever.
After his Disqualification Loss to Justin Evans last week, Jake was feeling somewhat depressed. He went through much emotion and mental strain, along with many cycles of different emotions, making him go from angry, to depressed, to happy, to sad, to depressed.
Jake took the title down again, and went back to sit on his bed. He attempted to fall back to sleep as the title was strapped to his waist. But, he had bad luck like normal, and he remained awake, maintaing his bloodshot eyes wide opened, while sweat continued to roll down his forehead.
Finally, Jake had decided he needed to leave. There'd be no way he'd be able to go back to sleep. Deep down in his soul, he knew the reason he couldn't sleep is because of his paranoia of having those same insane dreams yet again. Jake rose from the bed, and walked over to the coat hanger, where his belt once hang, and grabbed the black leather jacket off of it. He took off his title belt, threw the jacket on him, and threw the belt over his shoulder. He left the room, and walked down the wooden staircase inside Jordan Glass's mansion to get to the bottom floor.
There, he stood in a small porch way, where he grabbed a pair of army combat boots, which belonged to him. He put them on and opened the glass door, revealing the night sky in it's purest form. He took a deep breath, and walked out into the moon light.
The night sky was crisp, and warm for night in Newfoundland, Canada. Jake Xavier stood in a big garden, filled with grass, which was located right outside Jordan Glass's mansion. He walked toward the streets as the he felt the dry wind blow, and press up against his jacket. As he walked to toward the streets, the title maintained on the top of his shoulder, where he truly thought it “belonged”.
As Jake made his way to through the garden, he soon hit the streets. The road was bare, and no other houses aligned itself along it. Jake continued to walk, walking south, away from the location of Jordan's Mansion. As he walked, he began to have thoughts about the other night, the night where he questioned religion and the all mighty god.
He remembered asking God, Why do he cause so many problems in people's lives. He remembered shouting at the top of his lungs, waiting for an answer. But the problem is, from that night, he got no answer.
His blood began to boil slowly as he remembered that incident. It made him angry for sure, really wanting to get a response from the all might Lord.
As he continued to walk on the street sidewalk, rain began to fall from the sky. It dripped down onto his forehead, mixing the sweat with another cold clear liquid. But soon, Jake saw something that would make him go insane.
Standing ahead of him, was a huge white light. He felt the urge to follow the bright, white, light. He heard beautiful music coming from the light, music of love, passion and peace.
Jake stood there in shock, wondering what stands before him. He turned quickly the other way, only to see the exact opposite of that image. He saw a huge, dark, red light. The light made Jake smile somewhat, a dark, sadistic smile of course, but, there was a smile there on his face.
Jake thought he was dreaming after his sight. As the two lights took up the world for him, he couldn't decide what way to walk. The great white light, of the peaceful place made him feel happy inside, not happy like his normal attitude, happy in life, something he had never accomplished. Yet the dark red light, made him feel like home. He was confused alright. What way to go?
..:Jake Xavier:..
What the fuck god? Why do you give me such a choice! I can't play these stupid mind games with you any longer! You fucked my life up since the beginning, letting me get beaten the way I did! What about the other choices you made for me god! What about the time you made my siblings leave me with that abusive fuck-face! Why god did you do that? Why!? Why, fucking god, why? Answer me!
If you want me to follow your path into the holy world, then fucking answer me! You give me two choices in life god, and that's to join you or the devil...and we all know what where talking about! Now god, can you tell me? Can you tell me what the fuck made you screw up my life like you did? Was it to be funny? Was it to be an experiment on how fucked up a family can be?
You fucked me up God, and I want an answer. I will not go toward ether of these lights until you give me an answer god! I know I'm fucking dead, or close to it, but I will not rest in peace until you tell me god! ANSWER ME GOD! FUCKING PLEASE! ANSWER ME!!
Jake dropped to his knees in this confrontation of the two bright lights. Which way would he go? Would god give him an answer?
TBC in PART 2
