Post by Deleted on May 4, 2015 19:10:22 GMT -6
You can take the money, you can take the ride
you can take it all but never get inside
you can't take my honor, you can't take my soul
you can't take the fact
you'll never have control
You won't break me
no matter how hard you try
you can't shake me down
I'm fucking bulletproof
All I've learned, its like poison
all I've done, inside my veins
all I've seen, its like venom
all I know, it's all that remains
Gravedigger’s Journal:
Monday-May 4, 2015
"It's difficult in times like these: ideals, dreams and cherished hopes rise within us, only to be crushed by grim reality. It's no wonder I haven't abandoned all my ideals, they seem so absurd and impractical to so many. Yet I cling to them because I still believe, in spite of everything, you can watch the world burn. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, the glowing hot embers floating into the midnight air as the smoke settles and everything around you has been destroyed by chaos. I could care less for this world anymore much less anything in it for that matter, it never did me good and it never gave me a reason to think otherwise. I'm tired of so many hopefuls clinging to chance, to dreams, and to any small belief in the meaning on change. Hope is simply for the hopeless while dreams are made to be shattered, and change is impracticable when facing a force such as this.
I told the world I would set out and bring fourth the fucking Salvation they were seeking, but I never said I would save them. I wouldn't piss on fire to put them out to save their lives, I wouldn't lift a finger to catch those that fall, but simply laugh and walk away. Now once again I will live up to my word and follow through with my actions by beating Nacho’s ass to the mat at “Ignite.” Now it's time I take what I've come to collect. No man, force of nature, and no act of god will deny me. MY very own fucking destiny, my opportunity, and the commencement to my reign of annihilation on this company and anyone standing in my way. Fasten your fucking seatbelts..."
[ Bump! ]
The jolting sensation snapped his head up as if bombs were being dropped all around, adjusting his weary eyes to the sunlight piercing through the tint of the window beside him. Glancing around in a total state of confusion to where he was and why for that matter, as several tourists and passengers surround him on what appeared to be a charter bus. Finally grasping his surroundings as he leans away from the window, Digger's attention is drawn to the man next to him. A short, long-brown haired, full bearded man of hispanic descent in a white bathrobe...
The man turns his head to Digger.
"Oh, good morning sir...pleased to see you slept well."
The man mutters in a strong accent with a smile, while Digger remains still with a puzzled look upon his face.
"Uh, do we know each other or something?"
Digger grumbles a bit still slightly disoriented as he begins to clear his vision, adjusting the tight-fit black t-shirt stretching down his upper frame.
The man extends his hand for a friendly handshake.
"My name is Jesus, and you are...very famous man...I seen your face before."
The man smiles, as Digger slightly nods in response looking back to the man strangely dressed in a white bath robe. Appearing to be some lunatic-crazed latino dressed like a hippie.
"Yeah, I'm the “Gravedigger” Dennis Anderson...I wrestle for the NEW."
The man nods again and soon appears to have recognized his face.
"Ah', yes I remember now!"
Digger nods slowly and turns back to the window, minutes later looking back to the man beside him who continues to look at Digger.
"So your name is literally Jesus then?"
Digger perks a brow.
"No, no, no, it's not "Jesus", it's Jesus (Hay-Suess)..."
The man replies with a friendly grin, gesturing his hand on pronunciation of his name carefully to Digger. Meanwhile Digger slides out his cell phone in attempt to check messages, hoping he can figure out how he somehow ended up on a charter bus.
[ "No Signal." ]
"No signal-GREAT."
Digger grumbles slamming his phone shut.
"Is there a problem with your cellular device?"
Speaking in his thick hispanic accent the man asks, while closely paying attention to Digger's phone.
"No, just can't get a signal on my phone to call out to someone important."
Digger mutters a sharp response, keeping it short.
"Trust in your heart in the eyes of faith amigo, things will start to change and you will see. Not all negative energy can take one man down so easily, just channel your thoughts and anger outward."
The man appears to nearly begin preaching; keeping a soft yet accented tone to his voice as Digger glances back.
"Yeah I do that on a weekly basis it's called kicking ass and taking names you should see me do it more often."
The man lowers his head and nods, before looking back to Digger still holding the same smile with his hands folded in his lap.
"So they say amigo, but not all evil deeds go unpunished either, it is better to go with faith than to live a life in darkness."
Digger appears slightly confused and looks back to the man sitting beside him once again, then around to nearby passengers who appear to not even acknowledge the fact they're sitting there.
"So what, you're like some kind of holy man or something...you can tell me my future, and what I need to do with my life, is that it?"
Digger begins to chuckle uncomfortably not entirely buying into the man's words as he continues to smile. Digger meanwhile finally managing to stop his laughter, looks back to the man once more.
"Something like that, yes..."
Digger's facial expression immediately turns blank as he looks to the man once more.
"You're serious?"
The man nods. Digger appearing to have a very odd, yet uncomforting gut feeling bearing down in his stomach slowly turns to face forward...
"This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder..."
[ To be continued. ]
"I'm going to finish what I fucking started."
"The guy that I am facing next at Ignite is probably thinking that he is better than me. That he has had a better career, and got leverage over me, motherfucker I’m pleased to have ended four careers. I’ve held championships in what was once a glorious reigning company, made a fucking path of chaos along the way, and to have done it all by my fucking self. Unlike your Ass-Kissing, pig-humping, tractor riding, dumb-fuck redneck in your time, you’ve had to hold someone’s hand just to accomplish something. What a sight, a weird-masked “pretty boy” who’s too afraid to step up his game without bruising up his ego. Nacho before you start opening that shit foaming mouth of yours, in which that I doubt that you will, I built my career on snapping, breaking, and crumbling insignificant-cunts like you.
The last thing that I am saying is that you better be ready at Ignite because,
It's ShowTime."
You can keep the fortune, and
you can have the fame
you can have the shit you never will obtain
you can't take my virute, no
you can't take my pride
you can't take the anger building up inside
You won't break me
no matter how hard you try
you can't shake me down
I'm fucking bulletproof!
you can take it all but never get inside
you can't take my honor, you can't take my soul
you can't take the fact
you'll never have control
You won't break me
no matter how hard you try
you can't shake me down
I'm fucking bulletproof
All I've learned, its like poison
all I've done, inside my veins
all I've seen, its like venom
all I know, it's all that remains
Gravedigger’s Journal:
Monday-May 4, 2015
"It's difficult in times like these: ideals, dreams and cherished hopes rise within us, only to be crushed by grim reality. It's no wonder I haven't abandoned all my ideals, they seem so absurd and impractical to so many. Yet I cling to them because I still believe, in spite of everything, you can watch the world burn. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, the glowing hot embers floating into the midnight air as the smoke settles and everything around you has been destroyed by chaos. I could care less for this world anymore much less anything in it for that matter, it never did me good and it never gave me a reason to think otherwise. I'm tired of so many hopefuls clinging to chance, to dreams, and to any small belief in the meaning on change. Hope is simply for the hopeless while dreams are made to be shattered, and change is impracticable when facing a force such as this.
I told the world I would set out and bring fourth the fucking Salvation they were seeking, but I never said I would save them. I wouldn't piss on fire to put them out to save their lives, I wouldn't lift a finger to catch those that fall, but simply laugh and walk away. Now once again I will live up to my word and follow through with my actions by beating Nacho’s ass to the mat at “Ignite.” Now it's time I take what I've come to collect. No man, force of nature, and no act of god will deny me. MY very own fucking destiny, my opportunity, and the commencement to my reign of annihilation on this company and anyone standing in my way. Fasten your fucking seatbelts..."
[ Bump! ]
The jolting sensation snapped his head up as if bombs were being dropped all around, adjusting his weary eyes to the sunlight piercing through the tint of the window beside him. Glancing around in a total state of confusion to where he was and why for that matter, as several tourists and passengers surround him on what appeared to be a charter bus. Finally grasping his surroundings as he leans away from the window, Digger's attention is drawn to the man next to him. A short, long-brown haired, full bearded man of hispanic descent in a white bathrobe...
The man turns his head to Digger.
"Oh, good morning sir...pleased to see you slept well."
The man mutters in a strong accent with a smile, while Digger remains still with a puzzled look upon his face.
"Uh, do we know each other or something?"
Digger grumbles a bit still slightly disoriented as he begins to clear his vision, adjusting the tight-fit black t-shirt stretching down his upper frame.
The man extends his hand for a friendly handshake.
"My name is Jesus, and you are...very famous man...I seen your face before."
The man smiles, as Digger slightly nods in response looking back to the man strangely dressed in a white bath robe. Appearing to be some lunatic-crazed latino dressed like a hippie.
"Yeah, I'm the “Gravedigger” Dennis Anderson...I wrestle for the NEW."
The man nods again and soon appears to have recognized his face.
"Ah', yes I remember now!"
Digger nods slowly and turns back to the window, minutes later looking back to the man beside him who continues to look at Digger.
"So your name is literally Jesus then?"
Digger perks a brow.
"No, no, no, it's not "Jesus", it's Jesus (Hay-Suess)..."
The man replies with a friendly grin, gesturing his hand on pronunciation of his name carefully to Digger. Meanwhile Digger slides out his cell phone in attempt to check messages, hoping he can figure out how he somehow ended up on a charter bus.
[ "No Signal." ]
"No signal-GREAT."
Digger grumbles slamming his phone shut.
"Is there a problem with your cellular device?"
Speaking in his thick hispanic accent the man asks, while closely paying attention to Digger's phone.
"No, just can't get a signal on my phone to call out to someone important."
Digger mutters a sharp response, keeping it short.
"Trust in your heart in the eyes of faith amigo, things will start to change and you will see. Not all negative energy can take one man down so easily, just channel your thoughts and anger outward."
The man appears to nearly begin preaching; keeping a soft yet accented tone to his voice as Digger glances back.
"Yeah I do that on a weekly basis it's called kicking ass and taking names you should see me do it more often."
The man lowers his head and nods, before looking back to Digger still holding the same smile with his hands folded in his lap.
"So they say amigo, but not all evil deeds go unpunished either, it is better to go with faith than to live a life in darkness."
Digger appears slightly confused and looks back to the man sitting beside him once again, then around to nearby passengers who appear to not even acknowledge the fact they're sitting there.
"So what, you're like some kind of holy man or something...you can tell me my future, and what I need to do with my life, is that it?"
Digger begins to chuckle uncomfortably not entirely buying into the man's words as he continues to smile. Digger meanwhile finally managing to stop his laughter, looks back to the man once more.
"Something like that, yes..."
Digger's facial expression immediately turns blank as he looks to the man once more.
"You're serious?"
The man nods. Digger appearing to have a very odd, yet uncomforting gut feeling bearing down in his stomach slowly turns to face forward...
"This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder..."
[ To be continued. ]
"I'm going to finish what I fucking started."
"The guy that I am facing next at Ignite is probably thinking that he is better than me. That he has had a better career, and got leverage over me, motherfucker I’m pleased to have ended four careers. I’ve held championships in what was once a glorious reigning company, made a fucking path of chaos along the way, and to have done it all by my fucking self. Unlike your Ass-Kissing, pig-humping, tractor riding, dumb-fuck redneck in your time, you’ve had to hold someone’s hand just to accomplish something. What a sight, a weird-masked “pretty boy” who’s too afraid to step up his game without bruising up his ego. Nacho before you start opening that shit foaming mouth of yours, in which that I doubt that you will, I built my career on snapping, breaking, and crumbling insignificant-cunts like you.
The last thing that I am saying is that you better be ready at Ignite because,
It's ShowTime."
You can keep the fortune, and
you can have the fame
you can have the shit you never will obtain
you can't take my virute, no
you can't take my pride
you can't take the anger building up inside
You won't break me
no matter how hard you try
you can't shake me down
I'm fucking bulletproof!