Post by Dakota Smith on Dec 13, 2019 18:03:41 GMT -5
The trippy, if not intimidating beat of “All Black” by Plies opens up the theme with it’s pounding thumps, after a few moments a you hear what sounds to be large metal door squeak open and then slam shut. It’s then that the scene starts to take shape, we find ourselves in the backroom of what looks to be a warehouse. Numerous mariujana plants are lined up in rows, with grow lights hooked up over head giving the entire room a deep purple, almost blacklight-esque hue. The walls had been lined with reflective material, perfect for growing weed in. The camera pans around the room, getting a good look at the crop, bustling green buds bursting with red and white hairs. As the camera swirls around one bud, it catches someone walking through the crop - that man is Flash Kassidy. Flash is dressed in black pants, a black wife beater, and a large crimson dyed fur coat. His curly dirty blond locks were messy, hanging in front of his face and circular shades as he bobbed his head to the beat of the song. Around his neck he wore his War Horse medallion, the symbol of the journey he was about to embark on.
As Flash made his way through the grow area, he stopped for a few moments to smell the buds - taking one of the plants between his hands and bending over, making sure he got the full aroma deep into his nostrils. He lets out a satisfied sigh as he let the plant go, watching as it bounced back into perfect form. Flash turned back towards the camera, but didn’t pay it much attention as he continued forward until he got to the other side of the room. Flash reached forward and grabbed the handle of metal door, he looked back over his babies before turning the handle and stepping through into the main room of the warehouse. As he stepped into the room, you could tell by the volume of the music that this is where it was coming from. The warehouse had people scattered about it, followers of Flash, disciples of what he had accomplished in SCUM. If Flash was Royalty among rats, the people cluttering the warehouse are those rats - each one looking like an outsider, a freak in one way or another.
The burner looked around his make-shift kingdom of the hour, scattered across the room were various tables, some with people trimming buds, others filing away the serial numbers on some pretty impressive looking hardware. And in other corners you just had folks partaking in the madness that Flash provided, the excess that comes with success. As he finished his inspection of his base, Flash flashed a grin, giving off a peak at his glistening obsidian tinted grill. Still rocking his head to the beat of the song, Flash walks over to a coat rack near the door, slowly he removes his fur jacket exposing his freshly touched up arm ink. Once his coat is all hung up and situated her turns his attention to a table where they were trimming up the buds. As Flash makes his way over to the table various men and women along the route stopped what they were doing to pay respect, to ask him how he was, or to just say what up. Flash answered each and every one of them with a head nod as he was currently in his own zone mentally, faded up just where he needed to be.
He took a seat at the table seat up, a white plastic affair that could break down quite easily. Flash grabbed some bud out of the pile and started to break it up as he began to speak.
“ The Marijuana spaceman, so high up in the atmosphere only way to go is down, damn. Here I sits with this warhorse medallion on the precipice of greatness, just needa go through three capable ma’ fuckas to claim what I be wantin’. Three ma’ fucka’s who may as well want it just as much as me, well at least two of em’... The third is a iffy bitch who prolly don't even deserve to be in this ma’ fucka’ - Hollywood flamboyance, got a buy in just to even the numbers, make it four of us. But I ain’t really worryin’ about him not yet… Tho he may surprise ya’ boy, yous never knows in this Battleground, stranger shit has happened. Like take my arrival in this place, I was faced up against monsters, dudes who would try and play wit ya’ fuckin’ mind’n’shit. They came at me as hard as they could, Salvation… And not once did they stop my stride, my glide on the way up! Ya’ feel me? Sure I had my ups and downs but I was new, I had a lot to learn and I learned it fast because this Battleground made me! I was born here, Flash made from ash, carved me up and now i’m Kassidy! Get it? I wouldn't have all of this if it wasen’t fo’ all the fans who cheered my name when I was nothin’... And now that I’m somethin’? It’s time ta’ give it back. pay it forward, be the one horseman who we go ta’ war fo’”
With the Marijuana now broken up into tiny pieces, flash holds his fingers up and presses them together - showing off the sticky ickiness of the bud. Once again he grins, giving off a better look at his obsidian grill which was encrusted with tiny red diamonds that spelled out “WarHorse”. Having shown off enough of his extravagant grill, Flash plucks a cigar that was tucked away behind his ear - hidden by his hair.
“ See this shit i’m bout ta’ roll up right here? I like ta’ call it Union OG… Because that’s exactly what I am! I been around this company longer than all of y’all…Had the best of times and the worst of times - but no matta’ what the times? I’ve always been at the highest level of my game, always been pushing the limit past what y’all thought it could be… Fuck a Warhorse, i’m the workhorse of Union Battleground! I go out there each and every night and steal tha’ fuckin’ show! Put my body on the line, and then cross it like you told me not to! I earned my shot in this match, I bled fo’ it, took on a hardcore legend and left him layin’ in a pile of his own filth! Brought it to him like no other could, then I took flight and made that hardcore bitch go night! Night! That’s just the way it goes when yous dealin’ with this young stallion, warhorse medallion havin’ ma’ fucka. “
With the tobacco having now been discarded from the cigar, Flash places the wrap down on the table and removes his medallion - showing it up to the camera for a few moments. He then stares at it for a few seconds before placing the edge of it down on the table and spinning it like a top. He then starts to pack the cigar wrap with marijuana, rolling himself up a blunt.
“ Now I could sit here and talk about how I’m the SCUM champion, but you’ll find that shit absent from my person at the moment… Not that no one took it from me, but just because it don’t matter when it come to this match. Kaelan, Will, and Krieger don’t give a fuck if i’m SCUM champion… Because this ain’t SCUM, this Union Battleground and the only thing that matta’ to me? In this moment? Is that Warhorse championship… It’s what I dream about at night, what I see when I close my eyes when I get real real high… I want it, I want it because it’s somethin’ I shoulda had a long time ago… Maybe not the championship itself, but some mark on this company that got my name on it. I already stated I been here for a minute, and timer after time them championships have evaded me… But this?… This time it’s different. “
Licking one side of the wrap, he tucks one side under the other and completes the blunt, wasting no time before popping it in between his lips and lighting it. He takes a few drags, blowing smoke rings up into the air before continuing.
“ See I ain’t gonna’ sit here and talk about my opponents, because honestly? What they do in this match, who they are, what they’ve done? It makes no different to me… I’ma just smoke this weed, and then i’m gonna show up to Norfolk and win my championship! The details don’t really matter, only thing that matters is the goal… The goal of putting me back on the map in this company, proving to everyone that ever gave love to me that I was worth it… I ain’t even doin’ this fo’ myself… Thas what none of you will understand. I’m doing this for my family! For my people! I’m doing it for Jay Sinclair, and my mother god rest her soul! I’m doing this for all of you! I fought off Nemesis when no one else would! I earned Alyssa Daniels respect by pushing her to absolute limit! And now? Now i’ma be yo work horse, of a Warhorse champion!”
Flash slams his hand down on the Warhorse medallion, which was still spinning, and puts it around his neck. He then throws up the Two High finger gestures before pushing himself up and away from the table. As Flash pushes his hands into his pocket, blunt hanging from his lips - the camera starts to zoom out. As it does so it shows that everyone in the warehouse had been listening, motivated by Flash’s speech. As they start to give him a round of applause the camera abruptly cuts to black.