Post by Dakota Smith on Apr 30, 2020 21:47:37 GMT -5
“ I saw a man struggling with a big wild dog on a leash, and I’m both. “
The tightrope, one that each and every wrestler who walked out from behind that curtain walked.. The thin line between stardom and mundane was wobbly, ever fragile - even more so as the man we all know and love named Flash Kassidy tried to keep his balance on top of it. On one side of the stadium, a packed arena, lights flickering and fans cheering his name as he navigated the frayed obstacle high above the ground. On the other was nothing, just empty seats and a radiating sense of emptiness.
“ The dog fighting the control, just wanting to be free - and the man who just wants everything to be as it seems. Fighting the feral nature inside of my mind, all while realizing that if I ain’t left in check I’d prolly be locked up on the inside. Or worse, I’d be dead… “
Sucking his teeth.
“And that aint’ a life I like to think about so I’ll just spread my wings instead. Returning to the place of my birth, Union Battleground’s Adam, coming back to earth. “
Shirtless, dressed in only a pair of faded white skinny jeans, Flash takes a few steps across the tightrope, one foot in front of the other, his arms out at his side as he tries to keep his balance. His signature shades hide any sign of fear from his eyes as he continues speaking with the flow only he could deliver.
“ Forged in the fire of Union’s darkest hour, I rose above the spookie-ookies and gave them a burning flower - put em in check, but even then I wasn’t at my best. But things be different now, traveled all around the world just to come back home and take my crown. Be it Hayden or Lucky, both men who will in the end just let you down. But you all know that Flash Kassidy never let you wear that frown. I’m a mans of the people, super duper high nobodies equal, don’t think of this comeback as one of them sequels - awhh hell nawh.”
Flash swats the air in front of his face, as if to say get that shit outta’ here.
“ This a remake, I swear ta fuckin’ god that when I go out into that ring you gon’ relate! Understand my drive, my passion, my fury - understand that just because I move quick as fuck!”
Taking a confident step forward, he lets a deep breath of air run through his nostrils out of his mouth all while raising his hand up his chest with the breath, and down on the exhale.
“ I ain’t in no hurry. “
Like the burning wick to a firecracker, a sizzling grin spreads across Flash’s face as he bobs his head forward - showing off the buoyancy of the tightrope as he casually bounces up and down.
“I’ll get there, find my way to the top. But until then I just want you all to watch! Watch as I slap down Michael Hayden and leave Lucky rocked, observe in my habits as I climb tooth and nail givin’ all that I got! Cause that’s who Flash Kassidy is now, no more games, more playin’ fades - I came to conquer, I’ll make my own better days! “
Throwing his arms forward with furiosity, Flash loses his step, falling from the tightrope with a quickness - but reaching out he grabs onto the rope with one hand. The confidence never left Flash, even while he was falling and now as he dangled from the rope his glasses had fallen down some - revealing his vibrantly blood-shot blue eyes.
“ Ain’t afraid of fallin’ no more, Its part of the business - count yo wins from how many times you’ve been knocked down but stayed lifted. It’s about the confidence you have while losing it all, a hundred feet up ain’t such a hell of fall when you knows you this close to winning it all. “
Raising his free hand, Flash shows just how close he was with his thumb and index finger. He then swings himself back ontop of the rope, his feet landing on it with grace as he pushes back up his shades.
“ And I truly am... Close as fuck to where I wanna’ be. If I gotta go through Miles and Michael to achieve that, then shit pour one out for the homies they can rest in peace. It’s my time to shine, my time to fly - I done played with them Union folks minds too many times! If they believe in me still, then they can come along fo’ the ride. And if you lost yo faith in Flash Kassidy? Prepare to be surprised. This burning flame ain’t gonna die. I’ll be the mans you deserve and that's ever fly, way too high! Throw that shit up cause my rats we gon’ ride. “
Giving the camera the trademark Two High hand gesture, Flash swings himself around so that he’s now sideways on the tightrope, the sold out crowd behind him as he stares past the camera and to the empty seats.
“ Never let you down again, put that shit on my mother than from here on out? Call me Flashy Seldon cause it’s all wins wins win, ima let him out. “
Running his hand up his cheek and through his hair, Flash teeters back and fourth on the rope before looking back into the camera.
“Take the dog off the leash and let him show his teeth, back down any motha fucka’ who thinks they as dope as me’s. Now Miles, let's just be brief you a twisted individual with the gift of speech, skinny ma’ fucka boy you just better eat. I think you dangerous and that could be yo’ edge - but honestly I don’t think you ever leave the parameters of yo’ head. Like a boy locked in a closet never seeing the light of day, but instead of turning into harry potter you just hella lame. To think you got a chance against Union’s finest? Bud you needa put that shit behind us, think of the next match because when you step in the ring with me? Baby boy it’s always gon’ come up Flash Kassidy.”
His tongue peaking out from the corner of his lips, even through his shades you could see a slyness in his gaze.
“Ay yo Michael, you remember my name now? Remember who I am and just what I’m all about? I seen you drifting through these companies like shit in the sewers, you don’t really got a home, do you? Nawh, never really sank yo fangs into anyplace, just skidding off former glories from that other place, and that other place. “
Trailing off saying those last three words over and over again, Flash snaps himself back and snickers.
“So I gots ta’ ask you sir, what makes you think you can run up and take food off my plate? In my house? Under my roof? Fuck no my guy - come up here wit me on this tight rope and i’ll hang ya’ from the noose. "
Flash throws his hands up in the air like he just got caught with his hands in the cookie jar.
"Oh shit, done did it now! We gots a burning goose on loose! And he comin’ straight to fuck up yo day Michael, fuck up yo sway. Ima knock you from whatever high you feelin’ then I’ll send you packin’ on yo way! “
Rubbing his hands together and sucking in his teeth once more, Flash looks over his shoulder at the sold out crowd behind before eyeing back up the camera with a curious deviousness arched along his eyebrows.
“ I’m just having funs wit’cha. Miles and Michael, I’m sure yous gon’ be a challenge - ain’t a doubt in my mind about it. But I can’t think on yo’ level, I can’t bring myself down from my high - that shits forever. So if it looks like I’m looking down on you?
Don’t worry… I’ll be there soon. “
And just like that Flash Kassidy leaps backwards off the tightrope with a back flip, as he does so the roar of the crowd finally comes in almost tearing through your ear drums as they chant.
The tightrope, one that each and every wrestler who walked out from behind that curtain walked.. The thin line between stardom and mundane was wobbly, ever fragile - even more so as the man we all know and love named Flash Kassidy tried to keep his balance on top of it. On one side of the stadium, a packed arena, lights flickering and fans cheering his name as he navigated the frayed obstacle high above the ground. On the other was nothing, just empty seats and a radiating sense of emptiness.
“ The dog fighting the control, just wanting to be free - and the man who just wants everything to be as it seems. Fighting the feral nature inside of my mind, all while realizing that if I ain’t left in check I’d prolly be locked up on the inside. Or worse, I’d be dead… “
Sucking his teeth.
“And that aint’ a life I like to think about so I’ll just spread my wings instead. Returning to the place of my birth, Union Battleground’s Adam, coming back to earth. “
Shirtless, dressed in only a pair of faded white skinny jeans, Flash takes a few steps across the tightrope, one foot in front of the other, his arms out at his side as he tries to keep his balance. His signature shades hide any sign of fear from his eyes as he continues speaking with the flow only he could deliver.
“ Forged in the fire of Union’s darkest hour, I rose above the spookie-ookies and gave them a burning flower - put em in check, but even then I wasn’t at my best. But things be different now, traveled all around the world just to come back home and take my crown. Be it Hayden or Lucky, both men who will in the end just let you down. But you all know that Flash Kassidy never let you wear that frown. I’m a mans of the people, super duper high nobodies equal, don’t think of this comeback as one of them sequels - awhh hell nawh.”
Flash swats the air in front of his face, as if to say get that shit outta’ here.
“ This a remake, I swear ta fuckin’ god that when I go out into that ring you gon’ relate! Understand my drive, my passion, my fury - understand that just because I move quick as fuck!”
Taking a confident step forward, he lets a deep breath of air run through his nostrils out of his mouth all while raising his hand up his chest with the breath, and down on the exhale.
“ I ain’t in no hurry. “
Like the burning wick to a firecracker, a sizzling grin spreads across Flash’s face as he bobs his head forward - showing off the buoyancy of the tightrope as he casually bounces up and down.
“I’ll get there, find my way to the top. But until then I just want you all to watch! Watch as I slap down Michael Hayden and leave Lucky rocked, observe in my habits as I climb tooth and nail givin’ all that I got! Cause that’s who Flash Kassidy is now, no more games, more playin’ fades - I came to conquer, I’ll make my own better days! “
Throwing his arms forward with furiosity, Flash loses his step, falling from the tightrope with a quickness - but reaching out he grabs onto the rope with one hand. The confidence never left Flash, even while he was falling and now as he dangled from the rope his glasses had fallen down some - revealing his vibrantly blood-shot blue eyes.
“ Ain’t afraid of fallin’ no more, Its part of the business - count yo wins from how many times you’ve been knocked down but stayed lifted. It’s about the confidence you have while losing it all, a hundred feet up ain’t such a hell of fall when you knows you this close to winning it all. “
Raising his free hand, Flash shows just how close he was with his thumb and index finger. He then swings himself back ontop of the rope, his feet landing on it with grace as he pushes back up his shades.
“ And I truly am... Close as fuck to where I wanna’ be. If I gotta go through Miles and Michael to achieve that, then shit pour one out for the homies they can rest in peace. It’s my time to shine, my time to fly - I done played with them Union folks minds too many times! If they believe in me still, then they can come along fo’ the ride. And if you lost yo faith in Flash Kassidy? Prepare to be surprised. This burning flame ain’t gonna die. I’ll be the mans you deserve and that's ever fly, way too high! Throw that shit up cause my rats we gon’ ride. “
Giving the camera the trademark Two High hand gesture, Flash swings himself around so that he’s now sideways on the tightrope, the sold out crowd behind him as he stares past the camera and to the empty seats.
“ Never let you down again, put that shit on my mother than from here on out? Call me Flashy Seldon cause it’s all wins wins win, ima let him out. “
Running his hand up his cheek and through his hair, Flash teeters back and fourth on the rope before looking back into the camera.
“Take the dog off the leash and let him show his teeth, back down any motha fucka’ who thinks they as dope as me’s. Now Miles, let's just be brief you a twisted individual with the gift of speech, skinny ma’ fucka boy you just better eat. I think you dangerous and that could be yo’ edge - but honestly I don’t think you ever leave the parameters of yo’ head. Like a boy locked in a closet never seeing the light of day, but instead of turning into harry potter you just hella lame. To think you got a chance against Union’s finest? Bud you needa put that shit behind us, think of the next match because when you step in the ring with me? Baby boy it’s always gon’ come up Flash Kassidy.”
His tongue peaking out from the corner of his lips, even through his shades you could see a slyness in his gaze.
“Ay yo Michael, you remember my name now? Remember who I am and just what I’m all about? I seen you drifting through these companies like shit in the sewers, you don’t really got a home, do you? Nawh, never really sank yo fangs into anyplace, just skidding off former glories from that other place, and that other place. “
Trailing off saying those last three words over and over again, Flash snaps himself back and snickers.
“So I gots ta’ ask you sir, what makes you think you can run up and take food off my plate? In my house? Under my roof? Fuck no my guy - come up here wit me on this tight rope and i’ll hang ya’ from the noose. "
Flash throws his hands up in the air like he just got caught with his hands in the cookie jar.
"Oh shit, done did it now! We gots a burning goose on loose! And he comin’ straight to fuck up yo day Michael, fuck up yo sway. Ima knock you from whatever high you feelin’ then I’ll send you packin’ on yo way! “
Rubbing his hands together and sucking in his teeth once more, Flash looks over his shoulder at the sold out crowd behind before eyeing back up the camera with a curious deviousness arched along his eyebrows.
“ I’m just having funs wit’cha. Miles and Michael, I’m sure yous gon’ be a challenge - ain’t a doubt in my mind about it. But I can’t think on yo’ level, I can’t bring myself down from my high - that shits forever. So if it looks like I’m looking down on you?
Don’t worry… I’ll be there soon. “
And just like that Flash Kassidy leaps backwards off the tightrope with a back flip, as he does so the roar of the crowd finally comes in almost tearing through your ear drums as they chant.
“ HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”