Promo: Remember the Maniac

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

*CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK*

 

“Ohhh.”

 

It's been too long since he's felt that.

 

WHOOOOOOSH

 

WHOOOOOOSH

 

CRAAAAAAACK

 

The punching bag nearly ruptures in half as a chain style whip crashes into it. On the other end of the chain stands the man in firm control, holding the chain powerfullly in his hands. His eyes pierce into the bag as he pulls the chain away, swinging it to his left...

 

WHOOOOOOSH

 

-rotating it to over his right

 

WHOOOOOOSH

 

-and swings it to the center. He holds out his two arms grabbing the chain, pulling it over his neck and lets his muscles flex out. The fluids flow into their proper position as the body of Jamie Drazon cracks back into place. Drazon releases the chain and drops to his knees, grabbing his head in pain. The throbbing pains haven't stopped. He looks down at his arm, tiny driblets of blood coming out where his elbow extends. They got him again is all he can think.

 

“ARRRRRRRRRRRGGGHH!!!”

 

Drazon growls out in pain as his body begins to twitch. He squeezes his arms as tight as possible, clenching his fists harder then for any punch he's ever thrown. He looks up, glazed as he sees his weapon disappear from his site. The punching bag left with a massive dent thanks to his earlier attack, widens and folds out like nothing had hit it. Drazon wants to cry, but the thumping returns. The thumping that drives him nuts... like his heart has been turned into his brain, the pounding on his skull.

 

THUMP

 

THUMP

 

Drazon grasps onto his head, digging his fingers as he barely looks forward. The dizziness getting the better of him, combined with that vicious head pounding. He releases his head though, as the larger pain comes instead. Drazon grasps onto his stomach, but it's too late, as he vomits out excess garbage in his system. In near tears as he watches the human waste be disposed of. This is in his body. While unguarded, it was entered into his body. The animal of the fed with a fire that wouldn't die as long as he was still breathing. The toxins in his body are nearly evacuated. However they did their damage.

 

Drazon extends his right arm, holding his gut with his left arm as he feels the burning sickness still. His eyes still in tears as he clenches his fist. The moment the fist clenches, memories flash back to Drazon. Letting the energy flow through him, he inhales deeply as the fist clenches to it's fullest potential. The fire was demolished. Smothered to the point that it did the extreme damage.

 

But the anger is still there.

 

The spirit is still alive...

 

However most of all, the undying fire has not been extiguished.

 

Jamie Drazon looks intensely at the floor. Pushing his hands into the soft mat, letting his sweat drip down. Combined with the foul stench of the earlier vomit, the smell in the room isn't for the classiest of people. Drazon pushes himself to his feet. He looks around the room, sporting only mats and a punching bag. He shakes his head... and rolls his eyes into the back.

 

"I will never be extinguished."

 

The pain... he felt it all.

 

Drazon has flashes of taking moves of all time pain... moves such as the Ego Buster... The Franchise Tag... even Craven's Chasing the Dragon's...

 

Chasing the Dragon...

 

Why is it that my last few months feel like I've been chasing a dragon?

 

Oh the pain. They strike hard... but the feeling of being struck... heh heh... it's almost like a moment of ecstasy. Absorbing all the energy that one dishes out, thundering into your body, and returning it with a smile. Oh that feels so good, but when you are bit, it feels even better to bite back twice as hard.

 

They know better then to fuck with me.

 

Drazon stands tall, letting his whole body be spotted. He cracks his shoulders into place and lets his eyes remain rolled into the back of his head. He is almost healed. His body can once again stretch and extend itself. His thoughts are clear.

 

However the only thing that feels makes that superior feeling feel bad. That feeling that feels even greater then destroying the other, that feeling that feels so good when you take it all. What makes it feel worse...

 

What happens if you can't bite back?

 

"They will all feel my bite!" said loud with a growl.

 

The one thing you are the most skilled at. Drilled into your mind since you were just able to understand only the mechanics. The knowledge of taking the attack and countering with something better. The knowledge of how to counter the other, and not being able to use it. The ultimate in ironic teasing. Oh no...

 

“I have that power!”

 

Jamie Drazon stands alone in the room, stretching his muscles one final time as his crazed, sadistic look returns over his face. The SWF shall feel the pain.

 

Drazon cracks his knuckles as he lets his eyes return to their socket.

 

"All will feel the pain."

 

Heh heh

 

"In time."

[Guest TheAntipop]

PROMO (Mr. "Thunderpants" Galatea):

 

"Like, this promo is totally weak, maaaaan.

 

You should like sniff some whiteout before writing to get that cosmic vibe that makes me so great.

 

Jodie Sweetin says "Whiteout is goooood, man."

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

*snorts*

 

Jodie Sweetin is fine man