Post by Cletus Franklin on Feb 16, 2019 18:01:56 GMT -5
The crisp sound of dry leaves crunching and twigs snapping can be heard throughout the woods of Brackenridge, Colorado. A beast of a man can be seen walking along a trail and carrying a lantern in front of him to light his path. An occasional ember shines bright before a cloud of smoke follows soon after. Once reaching the top of a hill the morning light begins to overtake the darkness as the man blows his lantern out.
“Welcome to the Promise Land my friends.”
After taking a brief look around a beautiful scene it is indeed and the term promiseland is very accurate. Rows and rows and rows of the finest looking marijuana plants that has ever been seen before go on and on for what seems like miles. The man removes his hood revealing himself to be none other than the newest signee to Union Battleground, Cletus Franklin.
“Since I will be making my debut in the near future I wanted the chance to properly introduce myself to all of you here in the Union Battleground Universe. My name is “The Messiah of Dilligaf” Cletus ‘Motherfuckin’ Franklin, I'm just an over the top cannabis enthusiast with a healthy appetite for slapping people around.”
Cletus takes another hit off his blunt and holds it in for a good hit. He releases the smoke from his lungs and a big shit eating grin cracks across his mouth. He starts walking through the rows skipping in and out between each plant and picking out dead foliage to remove along the way.
“You know Marijuana has such a bad name, but there are so many greater qualities it possesses if people in the world wouldn’t be so judgemental. This stuff is the greatest in the world and grows from a seed and could be so beneficial to all of the humanity. Wow, look at me just rambling along without a worry in the world. I could talk your ears off for hours on end, but let’s get back to the business at hand shall we.”
“I’ll be making my in-ring debut for Union Battleground in just a few weeks time and I promise you all that each and every one of you will be truly amazed. My size and frame may not look it but I’m very quick on my feet, I strike fast and I hit even harder and an undeniable desire to be better than whoever may stand across that ring from me on any giving night.”
After reaching his work table Cletus places the lantern and his jacket across the top of the table. He inhales another hit from his blunt holding it in to get the full effect. After a few seconds he slowly releases the smoke from his lungs before placing a black leather apron over his head and tying the strings behind his back.
“To whomever is the unlucky individual to stand across from me in my debut will be in way over their head at the sound of the opening bell. I’ll strike so fast and hard I'll drive my knee through your face before you even know what hit you. The first superstar to fall victim to the likes of myself may think facing me will just be a walk in the park. The only problem with that theory is it just won't be a walk in the park for them. What it will be however is a fight, a fight to prove who is the superior athlete and who doesn't even require the skills necessary to lace up a pair of boots.”
Cletus picks up a pair of sheers and places them in his apron, he grabs several pairs of different size scissors and places them inside another pocket. He takes another hit off his blunt before placing it back in his ear and grabbing a metal bucket and heading to the nearest row. He places his bucket down and pulls out a pair of scissors trimming the nearest bush before releasing the smoke from his lungs.
“Working in the Promised Land is where it's at peeps. This is where I take the time to meditate and keep my focus as sharp as a razor's blade.”
Cletus removes the blunt from his ear and inhales the final hit holding it in. He flicks the remainder of the blunt away as the embers crash and scatter against the ground.
“My first opponent in the ring will fall short of their victory by my hands and my hands alone. I will be all over whoever they may be during this match not giving them a chance to catch their breath. I’ll do whatever it takes to show you all what it is like to be hungry for success. My drive will show everyone what kind of drive you could have in the ring if you only applied yourself more. Some things though never change no matter how hard you try and my opponents chances of winning any match against me will have just gone...”
Cletus releases the smoke from his lungs.
“Up in Smoke”
Cletus places his tools inside his apron and starts to laugh before beginning to spin around and around in a circle with his arms outstretched wide. His laughter grows louder and louder before he comes to an abrupt stop. His dreads fly through the air before resting across his shoulders as he looks dead ahead before shouting at the top of his lungs.
“RUN!”
“Welcome to the Promise Land my friends.”
After taking a brief look around a beautiful scene it is indeed and the term promiseland is very accurate. Rows and rows and rows of the finest looking marijuana plants that has ever been seen before go on and on for what seems like miles. The man removes his hood revealing himself to be none other than the newest signee to Union Battleground, Cletus Franklin.
“Since I will be making my debut in the near future I wanted the chance to properly introduce myself to all of you here in the Union Battleground Universe. My name is “The Messiah of Dilligaf” Cletus ‘Motherfuckin’ Franklin, I'm just an over the top cannabis enthusiast with a healthy appetite for slapping people around.”
Cletus takes another hit off his blunt and holds it in for a good hit. He releases the smoke from his lungs and a big shit eating grin cracks across his mouth. He starts walking through the rows skipping in and out between each plant and picking out dead foliage to remove along the way.
“You know Marijuana has such a bad name, but there are so many greater qualities it possesses if people in the world wouldn’t be so judgemental. This stuff is the greatest in the world and grows from a seed and could be so beneficial to all of the humanity. Wow, look at me just rambling along without a worry in the world. I could talk your ears off for hours on end, but let’s get back to the business at hand shall we.”
“I’ll be making my in-ring debut for Union Battleground in just a few weeks time and I promise you all that each and every one of you will be truly amazed. My size and frame may not look it but I’m very quick on my feet, I strike fast and I hit even harder and an undeniable desire to be better than whoever may stand across that ring from me on any giving night.”
After reaching his work table Cletus places the lantern and his jacket across the top of the table. He inhales another hit from his blunt holding it in to get the full effect. After a few seconds he slowly releases the smoke from his lungs before placing a black leather apron over his head and tying the strings behind his back.
“To whomever is the unlucky individual to stand across from me in my debut will be in way over their head at the sound of the opening bell. I’ll strike so fast and hard I'll drive my knee through your face before you even know what hit you. The first superstar to fall victim to the likes of myself may think facing me will just be a walk in the park. The only problem with that theory is it just won't be a walk in the park for them. What it will be however is a fight, a fight to prove who is the superior athlete and who doesn't even require the skills necessary to lace up a pair of boots.”
Cletus picks up a pair of sheers and places them in his apron, he grabs several pairs of different size scissors and places them inside another pocket. He takes another hit off his blunt before placing it back in his ear and grabbing a metal bucket and heading to the nearest row. He places his bucket down and pulls out a pair of scissors trimming the nearest bush before releasing the smoke from his lungs.
“Working in the Promised Land is where it's at peeps. This is where I take the time to meditate and keep my focus as sharp as a razor's blade.”
Cletus removes the blunt from his ear and inhales the final hit holding it in. He flicks the remainder of the blunt away as the embers crash and scatter against the ground.
“My first opponent in the ring will fall short of their victory by my hands and my hands alone. I will be all over whoever they may be during this match not giving them a chance to catch their breath. I’ll do whatever it takes to show you all what it is like to be hungry for success. My drive will show everyone what kind of drive you could have in the ring if you only applied yourself more. Some things though never change no matter how hard you try and my opponents chances of winning any match against me will have just gone...”
Cletus releases the smoke from his lungs.
“Up in Smoke”
Cletus places his tools inside his apron and starts to laugh before beginning to spin around and around in a circle with his arms outstretched wide. His laughter grows louder and louder before he comes to an abrupt stop. His dreads fly through the air before resting across his shoulders as he looks dead ahead before shouting at the top of his lungs.
“RUN!”
