|Zero Tolerance US Champion|
It was a clear day with not a cloud in the sky. ..It was warmer than normal as Spring was about make its way in.. We see an old log cabin showing the front of the house. weeds were grown up around the house and the dead grass hadn’t been cut in quite sometime. It was a two story house that was in shambles, and this place didn’t seem to have the looks of Michigan, ..much less Detroit. The second story window was covered with a plastic trash bag that was now beginning to tear in places as mother nature takes her toll on it....Jaymz walks out the front door, his heavy footsteps creaking the old boards under his weight, and into the old garage on the right side of the house...His Tahoe is in there with the hood open and tools scattered all over the place...He begins to pick up the tools and placing them back into their rightful spots...A few moments later he closes the hood and starts the Tahoe up, he revs it a few times...sounds fine, and shuts it off.
...As he walks out of the garage and closes the door, dust come up over the horizon. The blur of a vehicle comes into view...closer until we see its a beat up Ford F-150...Four guys are in the truck, two in the back....A beer can flies out from the back and skips across the road....They come flying up the gravel road, slam on the brakes and stop in front of the old house as Alexi walked across the yard....He pays them no attention at first...The truck is beat up, almost a brown tint and needs to be washed bad....They trailer an old green piece of shit boat and in the back of the tuck the two guys laugh and open another can of beer...The driver leans out of the window, his eyes bloodshot and glossy and yells at Jaymz...Again, Jaymz ignores the man at first but he kept up his yelling
"Hey!!! Hey you, Im talkin to ya! Yeah...you, you lumbering jackass!!" The mans friends found this amusing and Jaymz slowly turns to the man, glaring at him saying nothing at all.....
"You don’t speak English or somethin...?" The passenger and the two guys in the back laugh again this time almost hysterically, you can almost smell the beer on their breaths from here...
"..what do ya need?" Alexi seemed unconcerned
"Well, Im glad you finally found out how you speak...I figured people your size were a little bit on the slow side......anyway, I was wonderin if you could tell us how to get to the lake" Alexi seemed the think about this for a moment, he decided to tell them knowing that, in the end, he would get the last laugh, "...yeah, go down the road here bout 2 miles, take a left and you'll come to a hill, the road is paved from there on....Theres signs from that point, you can find it from there....
"..Hey, well Im glad to see that your good for somethin....Now go back and get in your cage, hermit!!!"
As the driver peels out in the gravel the passenger tosses an empty beer can over the cab of the truck and lands just a few feet away from Jaymz...His eyes go a cloudy gray haze, the eyes of death and everything unholy....Before his eyes could go solid black and Jaymz become enraged, he got a hold of himself and watched them drive down the road....He went back to closing the garage door and then walks up on the porch...He walks around back and sits on the old chair. The back, overlooking the lake and the mountainside can be seen....Huge clouds threaten over the far side of the mountains as flashes of lightening can be seen from deep inside....The storm, no doubt, will come....It will be a while though. Jaymz pulls out a tray from under the old chair and sets it on a his lap...He takes out a Tops paper and rolls his own cigarette...With one twist of his hand the cigarette is rolled nicely, and old pro.. He bites one end of the leftover paper off, spits it out and lights his cigarette. As the smoke curls around his face, it seems to add ten more years to the man...Making him look nearly fifty-five. ....He sits there in silence for a few moments, smoking half the cigarette before flicking it off into the dirt just off the porch....he points out over towards the lake and the cameraman pans that way...We now see the four guys backing the truck up to the water getting ready to unload the crappy old boat....Their faint laughter can be heard on the top of the hill in an echo as they unload...The driver takes the truck and parks it up under the dead trees...They unload their fishing stuff from the truck, and their never ending supply of beer and finally push the boat into the lake....They all open another can of beer as they float around, and seemed to be unconcerned with fishing.
The Thunderheads begin to come over the mountains faster and seeming to climb higher into the sky....The wind picks up and blows the leaves on the trees, ripples can be seen on the water in the lake...The four guys, still down in the water finally notice the storm up ahead and look that way...One of them points up at, probably acting like he knows more about the weather than he really does...Apparently they decide they better pack up from their short trip as they head back to land....A loud blast of thunder is heard, the storms make it over the mountains tops as it begins to rain....The once clear day now becomes dark as the clouds spread over the lake and closer to Jaymz house...again, a blast of thunder...Jaymz stands up from the chair, his eyes now pitch black. The wind begins to blow harder and just as the four men begin making their way back to the boating dock and bolt of lightning shoots out from the sky and strikes the water where the men are exiting....Their screams can be heard from below for only a second, they stand up right in the water with their arms out to their sides shaking....a few moments later the men fall to into the water as the first sprinkles hit the tin overhang from Jaymz's house...his eyes clear now, he goes back into the house. Thunder blasts again shaking the house as the wind now comes in fierce gusts...Rain starts to spatter on the windows as Jaymz walks throughout the dusty old house...
God, …this God that Songaa speaks of… Has anyone ever seen this God? Have you wined and dined with this God? I hear about this God, this wonderful powerful Being and I listen to all these people across the world claim that this God performs miracles for them. They get down on their knees, say thoughts inside of their heads – claiming that this God can hear them, ..and will answer them. But where is this God? What has God done and what can you prove? ..suddenly being cured of life threatening illness? ..people thank God for that, …But did you see this God fix it. Songaa speaks of this God and thinking whats happened to Julie is some kind of tragedy, thinking that this ..God…could possibly help her… I see this man, Songaa, and hes nothin but a Goddamn fool. This God he talks about is a spiritual belief, that your soul will be with Him when you die – but tell me Songaa, ..when a soul already belongs to someone, then who is this God to care? Theres nothing to care for Songaa. You speak highly of this God as lots do but its only a belief that you have, ..and nothing more. I know what happens to my soul Songaa and I pity your beliefs because one day, ..your soul – will bow to me. There will be no choice or any options given, it’ll be an order that your sorry soul has to obey as you live an eternity in brutal pain and punishment. …Don't question me Songaa because I have more than simple beliefs, …Ive seen the otherside and Ive been touched by the Father,
..I know things you couldn't comprehend; things that would change the rest of your life forever… You would fear dieing Songaa, ..you would want nothing more than to die if I told you what was gonna happen. You know nothing about one realm from the other – and you come out here and question me, of all fuckin people you wanna come out here and talk to me about your God!? ..Its just one more dumb thing you’ve come out here and said to me this week… So, your so tore up on Julie and whats become of her that I'm a little worried your tryin to put a move on my bitch, ..cause your even a little more concerned about the situation than I am. …But tell me Songaa, whats the different between me talking about Harper and Pain and you talkin about Julie? …A you a little upset that I don't devote and entire promo to you? Would you like me to come out here with a promo showing Songaa from the beginning to the end? …What, should I be your fuckin fan club? Don't worry yourself about what I'm talkin about when air a promo.. You really need to be worried about what your gonna look like when you step outta my ring at Anarchy, ..I don't think your gonna like the look of your torn up face, the face that I'm gonna be beating on. I know you don't like to hear what I say Songaa and if you don't want to believe anything that I say, ..then that's fine, you don't have to. Yeah, I talk a lot of shit but you know what? ..It just gets you all fired up, just like it does everyone else…
I like watching people make fools of themselves, I like to see them all pissed off over simple little words. ..But you don't have to believe me Songaa, tell me I'm a liar but go and look at what Ive done the GWA and I think the accomplishments and the list of victims speak for themselves. ..No, I didn't win the Global Title, ..but I will, and when its my time I’ll take it. Ive told everyone since we've been here, but I guess you didn't listen when I saw that we sit back, ..we pick our moments and our times while others try to climb to the top as fast as they can… yeah, I didn't win those matches, but you didn't win it either Songaa – and I don't think you have a lot of room to be talkin about the Psycho Circus, ..it just don't quite jive does it? …The other time I did lose to Feight, but I know I can beat that man because Ive done it before… But I'm gonna wait Songaa, I’ll sit back and keep this US Title for a while and let these …Global Champions… fight it out for a while. So go ahead and keep thinkin that everything I say is a lie – because I'm about to tell you lie, ..you ready: You can win this match. …Now that there, that's the biggest fuckin lie that Ive ever told in a promo, …there, I admitted it – you caught me Songaa, I'm busted, ..Im a fuckin liar. Don't kid yourself Songaa, you’ve only been trying to trick yourself into thinking that you can win this match all week long, ..you determination isnt gonna get it done – everyones determined but yet someone has to lose,
and well – I’ll tell ya Songaa that sure is one damn fine lookin belt that I bring to the ring with me and I like to look at the reflection of my ugly face; I like to see that Ive gotten the job done and when we step out of Anarchy its gonna look just as good as it did when I brought it in… Yeah, you may have a day when you become the US Champion but that isnt gonna be soon and I’ll make sure it happens. You know, your right Songaa – this isnt about Zero Tolerance and Angels of Domination, this is you getting into the ring with the United States Champion, ..this is about you realizing that it simply isnt your day; that this was just another day of failure in the life of Songaa. It took a whole damn cage full of men to bring me down Songaa and you think that I'm not gonna be ready for this match? It damn near took the some of the GWA’s best to bring me down – and your gonna do what to me? …your gonna win you say? Bullshit. You keep talkin about what I'm not ready for , and I’ll keep sittin back here laughin, and all the way into the ring before I stop, ..and I’ll smile while you think “what the fuck have I just got myself into?” This time its gonna be your punishment Songaa, ..you messed around with me the first time and there was too much goin on in the Psycho Circus, …but this will be the match where you decide that fuckin around with me wasn't the smartest move to make.