RELAPSE | FLASH KASSIDY vs ALEXANDER DEVIN

The stars were out in the night sky that say above Sydney, Australia. The camera goes in through the balcony of a hotel room, it was on one of the higher floors. The room was nice, very fancy - someone had spent some extra money to get this room it would seem. There was steam coming from the bathroom, and out of that steam walked Flash Kassidy dressed in a pair of black boxers, a accomplished smile on his face, and his hair looking rather wild. He looks at the camera and gives it a wink, his smile turned cheeky as he walked over to one of the dressers in the room and pulled out a black tank top along with a pair of jeans. He puts on his clothes before walking over to the night stand, opening it up and pulling out two pre rolled blunts of Marijuana. He places one in his ear, and the other in his mouth.

He grabs a remote sitting on top of the nightstand and clicks the play button, causing the room to fill with rap music. From out of the bathroom you hear the humming of a women, this was Flash’s girl Charlie. As he hears her voice he starts to dance a little bit, vibing out to the music as well as the voice of his girl. Flash grabs his signature shades off the nightstand as well, and hangs them from his ears , so that the lens are under his chin. Pulling a lighter out of his pocket, he lights up the blunt before making his way out to the balcony. a bit of rhythm with every step - moving his arms accordingly to the lyrics.

As he reaches the balcony you can see a very good view of the Sydney Opera House off in the distance, all lit up looking rather breathtaking. Flash takes in the view for a few seconds, puffing off of his blunt. He then turns around and looks at the camera, resting his arms up on the guardrail.

“Been sayin’ I been prepared for awhile now you know? And at Relapse it all comes to head. Yo boy Flash, finally get his chance to dance inside that Union Battleground ring! Shit man. To tell you the truth i’m hype as fuck. I been training my ass off, fuckin’ obsessed with this opportunity to show the world what i’m about. Just ask Charlie, she prolly getting annoyed with ish by now. But I just can’t help it!”

Flash brings his arms up, almost shrugging as he wipes the child like grin from his face. Taking another hit off his blunt before removing it from his mouth and turning his back to the camera.

“Love wrestling, love competition! And this fool they got lined up against me ain’t nothin' but some fake ass in a buster ass cap. Like who the fuck even wears a fedora anymore? What you think you Al Capone dude? Nawh, you ain’t no mafioso, you ain’t a gangster. You a creeper, I’ll give you that. But I ain’t shook. Because when it comes to lil monster want-to-be, I got my boom stick ready. Know what i’m talking about? I don’t fear lanky ass creepo’s, like you six’two friend…. Get some meat on ya’ damn bones.

Though I guess it does make sense, it all figures itself out. You see yourself as some sort of prophet, a preacher man telling your words like they gospel. I don’t hear shit you sayin’ now tho cuz. I don’t hear god damn nothin’! “

Flash hops up on the concrete guardrail to the balcony, getting his balance fairly easily. He flicks the blunt, which was now almost gone off into the night. It was a long way down off the balcony but Flash seemed to be in his element. Walking up and down the guard rail, keeping perfect balance. He takes the other Blunt from his ear, and flips his shades up so that they were covering his eyes. Placing the blunt in his mouth he lights it up as he did the other one, his chain smoker really showing. Flash stood on the guardrail looking down at the street below, watching the cars pass by and toking off his weed.

“Alexander Devin, two first name having ass. That’s my shitck Grizzly Adams. The man of many words! Words? That what you want to be known for? Maaan, screw words. I’m all about that action you know? Flyin’ through the air, smashin’ folk in they faces! Something that really gets the fans in the seats blood going. I'm about the spectacle that is pro-wrestling. I don’t got no ulterior motive, no message to preach out, nawh. The only word of law I go by is being the very best in that squared circle, got me?

That's why i’m gonna whoop that ass Alex. Why you talking, trying to persuade the masses to follow you… im'ah' be beating that face in and leavin’ you lookin’ like a idiot! Just another guy trying to sell shit. But instead of going door to door, you decided to sell it in that ring. No one is buying it bruh, no one gives a shit! This place is full of much more intimidating faces, much more scary folk! You just a small fish in a ocean of sharks. The sharks don’t pay you no attention, because you ain’t nothing but an appetizer. They go for the fish that eat you. Well im'ah about to eat you Alex, then im'ah fuck a shark up. feel me?”

Turning around, Flash blows a smoke cloud into the camera, shaking his head slightly - letting his hair bounce around as the song gets to it’s end part. He holds up his blunt as if to do a cheers, before placing it back between his lips and taking another hit. He looks into the camera and smirks, lifting one foot up - really showing off his balancing abilities.

“ See im’ah small fish too Alex. That is until I gobble you’re weak shit up! But people don’t know me yet, they ain’t seen the things that I can do! Gonna show them all that Flash Kassidy is someone they put they trust in when big bads like you tryin’ to come up and fuck wit em. Now I ain’t a defender of the people. But i’ll make a people like you look like a joke everyday of the goddamn week. I’m high above the competition, that's the trademark! Figuratively, and psychically. “

Flash lets out a sigh, shaking his head in a disapproving manner as he turns his back to the camera once again.

“ I don’t want people to get the wrong message about me. I don’t really give a flyin’ fuck about none of y’all. I’m in this for the fame and glory, i’m in it for the money and the accomplishment that comes with being at the very top. But if I can keep, lame ol ass generic fools like you down? I’ll jump at that chance. The thing is Alex, we all seen your shit before. We’ve seen a thousand other men and women talk about how they smarter than everyone else. They know all the answers, and the rest of us are just sheep being shepherded by their divine grace.

Well I ain’t a sheep, and you ain’t no shepherd. You just a fake ass punk! Ain’t nothin’ to me but a first step. First step on my rise to the top! i’m gonna’ smash you into the fuckin’ ground Alexander!”

As those words leave his mouth, Charlie comes out of the bathroom - a towel wrapped around her seducing frame. Flash glances back and gets a wide, snickering smile on his face.

“Speakin’ of smash.”

He jumps up, back flipping off the guardrail onto the balcony floor - blunt still in between his lips. Flash then lets the blunt fall from his mouth before extending out his arms and giving the finger gun to the camera - walking backwards into the hotel room. The scene ends as he closes the door the balcony, and the scene turns to black.