Post by Khris Young on Mar 19, 2012 19:50:47 GMT -5
*I will have this updated on my layout soon!
The text in the red are Young's thoughts.
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[[What does it take? What does it take to keep composure in high pressured situations? A break point is on the horizon. How far can he push the envelope before my mind explodes? Before my heart explodes. He's got something. I think he's got something. Something so precious to me. Something I gave my life for. How do I get it back? I fight for it. Fighting has always come easy to me and this time, it will be no different. He's got something I want. I have something he wants. However, I will not sway. I will not give in. I choose the time and place. I do.]]
A familiar scene presents itself. Khris Young's house has been a safe haven for Young throughout his entire life. Living a life that only some have nightmares about. It is certainly not a dream life. He brings home the money. He brings home the championship belt every single night, but his life is far from perfect. Struggling with nightmares, struggling with voices running through his head, and struggling with psychological disorders, Young is fighting for his life, in more than one way. Young is sitting as his desk as he so often does. A strong, cool breeze blows through his window and hits him right in the face as the window sets just above his desk. A notebook is stationed in front of Young and Young grabs a pencil and grips it tightly as he writes rather slowly. The paper reads one thing;
"Revenge."
The word is written over and over and over, all the way down the page. Actually, he continues to write the word and mutters, "This is the end." Young turns back a page in his notebook and the entire page is filled with a picture of the locket, that was in The Scorpions possession last week on Counter Strike. Young releases the pencil and places both of his arms on the table to cover up the notebook. He clenches his teeth and begins shaking his head. Young lifts his arms to where his elbows are touching the table and opens his palms. Young places his forehead right on his palms and sit silently.
[[What is fear? Do I fear anything? I don't think so. Fear is a psychological function. You can look at something and easily talk yourself out of it. You can look at someone and base your fear on how scary they look. Let it be known, I fear nothing. My mind is filled with too much to be concerned with fear. A mind filled with hate. A mind filled with love and desire and passion. I a desire to fight. A passion for life.]]
"I have looked over this page multiple times a day since I last saw the locket, in person, when it was presented by the venomous Scorpion, just a week ago. Now, I can't keep my eyes of this page. I can't keep my mind of this page. I can't keep my mind off of this situation. However, it will end soon. It will end bad for one individual. I am not going to sit back and let The Scorpion ruin my life, single handedly. I will fight back. I am going to fight back. I have a strong feeling that he has something that belongs to me and I want it back. I will get it back. I look at Scorpion and I see nothing, but a coward. A coward looking to take my feet out from under me, but I won't budge. I may bend, but I will not break. I have broken before and it wasn't pretty for anyone involved, including myself. Whatever he has or whatever he may be teasing to have, I will get it back. I will stop at nothing. He has unleashed an animal in me and my eyes are locked in on him. "
"In this business, as a champ, you realize you have a target on your back and I accept all challenges. There is no challenge I leave hanging. However, you rarely see a target on the challenger, but for you, Scorpion, you have a target. Whether you realize it or not, your target my be larger than mine. Why? Because you're undefeated here in the UWA. You have been on a tear and for that, everyone eyes you as the bigger threat, not me. I have been beaten before. Now that you have a shot at my championship, your target is even bigger. Don't worry, I am not trying to threaten you or get into your head because I look forward to hitting the bullseye before anyone else does. You have something that belongs to me. I want it back. On the other hand, I'm well aware of the task at hand. That task being Sean Powers, our Texas Champion.."
Young flips a couple of pages and comes to a blank page. Young chuckles a bit out of frustration and slowly write the word, "disrespect." Young slams the pencil down and lifts his head as if to think. His eyes close and you can see the motion of his eyes through his eye lids. His eyes open and he begins rubbing his hands together. Young takes a deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. He opens his mouth and slowly begins to speak.
"Sean Powers. THE Texas Champion. Somehow he thinks he is on my level. For some reason he thinks he can compete with me. To be honest with you, Mr. Powers, that is laughable. Don't get me wrong, you're a formidable opponent, and I will admit when I have met a wall, but you, you're no wall. You're more like a piece of paper and I will tear right through you. I wish you the best of luck with your Texas Championship, but we are entirely two different people. I am superior and you are inferior to me. I will show you that, this week on Counter Strike. I approve of your bravery. I understand your commitment to beating me, but you fail, miserably. Regardless if The Scorpion thought you were the golden boy to dethrone me, I will disappoint the both of you. Once I destroy your mentality and take away your confidence, you can go back to defending your championship, but for now, don't let my name come out of your mouth. You talk a lot. I talk a lot. The only difference is, I back it up. I back it up every time I step foot inside that ring.
"You can talk of dominance and of being the Texas Champion, but you have done nothing. You finished the gauntlet as the runner-up? Congratulations, what do you have to show for it? You're the Texas Champion, but have yet to defend it. You just lost last week to Daniel Christopher so what are you trying to prove this week? That you can hang with the best of them? Because you clearly can not. I have been the Heavyweight Champion since the eleventh of January and nobody has come close to taking that away from me. Evolution J TRIED, twice, but he failed. The Scorpion will try, but he too, will fail. If you want a shot them come at me one hundred percent. You seem confident. You seem determined. But do you have what it takes? Based on your recent performances, I would say you do not. I look forward to giving you the opportunity, but just like those before you, you will fail."
[[Opportunity. You have to take it when it presents itself, but who deserves it? He thinks he deserves a shot, but he doesn't. He will be exposed as a fraud just as my last opponent was.]]
Young begins to scribble out the word disrespect. He begins to write, "undeserving." Followed up with the phrase, "waste of time." Young circles 'undeserving' and underlines 'waste of time.' Young begins to laugh hysterically as he loses his train of thought. Young is shaking his head as if he is trying to forget a memory. His laughter turns into a frown, almost instantly, but then switches right back to his smile. As his mind runs rapid, his mouth remains silent. Young slides his chair backwards and hangs his head low.
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"Some say I need to focus on the task at hand and as I have said before, I am focused. I am more focused than I have ever been, but the delusions they sink in. The mind games, they sink in. The thoughts, they crowd my brain. The memories, they create tension between the past and the present. What am I to do? I need to finish this before it ever starts. For now though, I take my frustrations out on Sean Powers. I will walk through Sean Powers and show The Scorpion what he has coming at him. I will show management just how dominant their heavyweight champion is. Sean Powers will become another statistic. Speaking of being focused on the task at hand, you seem to be a little distant, Sean. You seem too focused on Bahir Singh, but you better fix that come Counter Strike."
"I may be the hunted, Sean, but that gives me the advantage. I fight better when my back is against the wall and it has been against the wall ever since I won this strap. You take a look at my career from that point forward and I have been nothing less than dominant. Make me feel like I'm the hunted, Sean. Make me feel like I have the biggest target on my back because if that happens, I will shine and I will continue my reign of dominance. I also hate to break it to you, Sean, but you need to face reality. You don't want to settle with the Texas Championship, but here is my advice for you, you should. This week will be as close as you get to winning my championship. If you're lucky enough, I might bring it with me to the match and let you see how shiny it is. Continue your reign as the Texas Championship because you will not be winning the Heavyweight Title as long as I am in the picture. Sean Powers, get ready for the biggest match of your entire career. I will not take you lightly. I will fight you as if you're trying to take my life. At the end of the night, you will find yourself looking up at the rafters, and for that I apologize. For, I know what it's like to be defeated and to be worthless. This week, I will defeat you, Sean, and send a clear message to The Scorpion. This week, Sean, it ends for you."
Young closes his notebook, rather viciously and gets up from his seat, violently. Young turns and looks out the window as the sun begins to set. Young begins to speak and his voice is deeper than before, but he still speaks rather slowly.
"Scorpion. This week, I want you to present, at ringside, and get a feel for what you have coming your way. As far as that golden locket, I'm not too sure what you have going on or what you're trying to prove, but I will get to the bottom of it. You play as if you have something of mine, but I'm tired of playing games. I am mentally unstable and I am coming for you."
Young starts laughing hysterically, but almost as quick as he does that, he goes back to a frown as the scene fades.
The text in the red are Young's thoughts.
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| - | Crescent - Shaped Depression | - |
[[What does it take? What does it take to keep composure in high pressured situations? A break point is on the horizon. How far can he push the envelope before my mind explodes? Before my heart explodes. He's got something. I think he's got something. Something so precious to me. Something I gave my life for. How do I get it back? I fight for it. Fighting has always come easy to me and this time, it will be no different. He's got something I want. I have something he wants. However, I will not sway. I will not give in. I choose the time and place. I do.]]
A familiar scene presents itself. Khris Young's house has been a safe haven for Young throughout his entire life. Living a life that only some have nightmares about. It is certainly not a dream life. He brings home the money. He brings home the championship belt every single night, but his life is far from perfect. Struggling with nightmares, struggling with voices running through his head, and struggling with psychological disorders, Young is fighting for his life, in more than one way. Young is sitting as his desk as he so often does. A strong, cool breeze blows through his window and hits him right in the face as the window sets just above his desk. A notebook is stationed in front of Young and Young grabs a pencil and grips it tightly as he writes rather slowly. The paper reads one thing;
"Revenge."
The word is written over and over and over, all the way down the page. Actually, he continues to write the word and mutters, "This is the end." Young turns back a page in his notebook and the entire page is filled with a picture of the locket, that was in The Scorpions possession last week on Counter Strike. Young releases the pencil and places both of his arms on the table to cover up the notebook. He clenches his teeth and begins shaking his head. Young lifts his arms to where his elbows are touching the table and opens his palms. Young places his forehead right on his palms and sit silently.
[[What is fear? Do I fear anything? I don't think so. Fear is a psychological function. You can look at something and easily talk yourself out of it. You can look at someone and base your fear on how scary they look. Let it be known, I fear nothing. My mind is filled with too much to be concerned with fear. A mind filled with hate. A mind filled with love and desire and passion. I a desire to fight. A passion for life.]]
"I have looked over this page multiple times a day since I last saw the locket, in person, when it was presented by the venomous Scorpion, just a week ago. Now, I can't keep my eyes of this page. I can't keep my mind of this page. I can't keep my mind off of this situation. However, it will end soon. It will end bad for one individual. I am not going to sit back and let The Scorpion ruin my life, single handedly. I will fight back. I am going to fight back. I have a strong feeling that he has something that belongs to me and I want it back. I will get it back. I look at Scorpion and I see nothing, but a coward. A coward looking to take my feet out from under me, but I won't budge. I may bend, but I will not break. I have broken before and it wasn't pretty for anyone involved, including myself. Whatever he has or whatever he may be teasing to have, I will get it back. I will stop at nothing. He has unleashed an animal in me and my eyes are locked in on him. "
"In this business, as a champ, you realize you have a target on your back and I accept all challenges. There is no challenge I leave hanging. However, you rarely see a target on the challenger, but for you, Scorpion, you have a target. Whether you realize it or not, your target my be larger than mine. Why? Because you're undefeated here in the UWA. You have been on a tear and for that, everyone eyes you as the bigger threat, not me. I have been beaten before. Now that you have a shot at my championship, your target is even bigger. Don't worry, I am not trying to threaten you or get into your head because I look forward to hitting the bullseye before anyone else does. You have something that belongs to me. I want it back. On the other hand, I'm well aware of the task at hand. That task being Sean Powers, our Texas Champion.."
Young flips a couple of pages and comes to a blank page. Young chuckles a bit out of frustration and slowly write the word, "disrespect." Young slams the pencil down and lifts his head as if to think. His eyes close and you can see the motion of his eyes through his eye lids. His eyes open and he begins rubbing his hands together. Young takes a deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. He opens his mouth and slowly begins to speak.
"Sean Powers. THE Texas Champion. Somehow he thinks he is on my level. For some reason he thinks he can compete with me. To be honest with you, Mr. Powers, that is laughable. Don't get me wrong, you're a formidable opponent, and I will admit when I have met a wall, but you, you're no wall. You're more like a piece of paper and I will tear right through you. I wish you the best of luck with your Texas Championship, but we are entirely two different people. I am superior and you are inferior to me. I will show you that, this week on Counter Strike. I approve of your bravery. I understand your commitment to beating me, but you fail, miserably. Regardless if The Scorpion thought you were the golden boy to dethrone me, I will disappoint the both of you. Once I destroy your mentality and take away your confidence, you can go back to defending your championship, but for now, don't let my name come out of your mouth. You talk a lot. I talk a lot. The only difference is, I back it up. I back it up every time I step foot inside that ring.
"You can talk of dominance and of being the Texas Champion, but you have done nothing. You finished the gauntlet as the runner-up? Congratulations, what do you have to show for it? You're the Texas Champion, but have yet to defend it. You just lost last week to Daniel Christopher so what are you trying to prove this week? That you can hang with the best of them? Because you clearly can not. I have been the Heavyweight Champion since the eleventh of January and nobody has come close to taking that away from me. Evolution J TRIED, twice, but he failed. The Scorpion will try, but he too, will fail. If you want a shot them come at me one hundred percent. You seem confident. You seem determined. But do you have what it takes? Based on your recent performances, I would say you do not. I look forward to giving you the opportunity, but just like those before you, you will fail."
[[Opportunity. You have to take it when it presents itself, but who deserves it? He thinks he deserves a shot, but he doesn't. He will be exposed as a fraud just as my last opponent was.]]
Young begins to scribble out the word disrespect. He begins to write, "undeserving." Followed up with the phrase, "waste of time." Young circles 'undeserving' and underlines 'waste of time.' Young begins to laugh hysterically as he loses his train of thought. Young is shaking his head as if he is trying to forget a memory. His laughter turns into a frown, almost instantly, but then switches right back to his smile. As his mind runs rapid, his mouth remains silent. Young slides his chair backwards and hangs his head low.
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"Some say I need to focus on the task at hand and as I have said before, I am focused. I am more focused than I have ever been, but the delusions they sink in. The mind games, they sink in. The thoughts, they crowd my brain. The memories, they create tension between the past and the present. What am I to do? I need to finish this before it ever starts. For now though, I take my frustrations out on Sean Powers. I will walk through Sean Powers and show The Scorpion what he has coming at him. I will show management just how dominant their heavyweight champion is. Sean Powers will become another statistic. Speaking of being focused on the task at hand, you seem to be a little distant, Sean. You seem too focused on Bahir Singh, but you better fix that come Counter Strike."
"I may be the hunted, Sean, but that gives me the advantage. I fight better when my back is against the wall and it has been against the wall ever since I won this strap. You take a look at my career from that point forward and I have been nothing less than dominant. Make me feel like I'm the hunted, Sean. Make me feel like I have the biggest target on my back because if that happens, I will shine and I will continue my reign of dominance. I also hate to break it to you, Sean, but you need to face reality. You don't want to settle with the Texas Championship, but here is my advice for you, you should. This week will be as close as you get to winning my championship. If you're lucky enough, I might bring it with me to the match and let you see how shiny it is. Continue your reign as the Texas Championship because you will not be winning the Heavyweight Title as long as I am in the picture. Sean Powers, get ready for the biggest match of your entire career. I will not take you lightly. I will fight you as if you're trying to take my life. At the end of the night, you will find yourself looking up at the rafters, and for that I apologize. For, I know what it's like to be defeated and to be worthless. This week, I will defeat you, Sean, and send a clear message to The Scorpion. This week, Sean, it ends for you."
Young closes his notebook, rather viciously and gets up from his seat, violently. Young turns and looks out the window as the sun begins to set. Young begins to speak and his voice is deeper than before, but he still speaks rather slowly.
"Scorpion. This week, I want you to present, at ringside, and get a feel for what you have coming your way. As far as that golden locket, I'm not too sure what you have going on or what you're trying to prove, but I will get to the bottom of it. You play as if you have something of mine, but I'm tired of playing games. I am mentally unstable and I am coming for you."
Young starts laughing hysterically, but almost as quick as he does that, he goes back to a frown as the scene fades.
