Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2014 10:25:27 GMT -5
"...I'll wait here, you're crazy. Those vicious streets are filled with strays.
You should have never gone to Hollywood.
They find you, two-time you. Say you're the best they've ever seen.
You should have never trusted Hollywood.
I wrote you and told you: 'You were the biggest fish out here'
You should have never gone to Hollywood.
They take you and make you. They look at you in disgusting ways.
You should have never trusted Hollywood.
I was standing on the wall, feeling ten feet tall.
All you maggots smoking fags on Santa Monica Boulevard.
This is my front page, this is my new age.
All you bitches put your hands in the air and wave them like you just don't care.
All you maggots smoking fags out there on Sunset Boulevard.
All you bitches put your hands in the air and wave them like you just don't care.
Phony people come to pray, look at all of them beg to stay.
Phony people come to pray.
The lines in the letter said, 'We have gone to Hackensack'
Look at all of them beg to stay, phony people come to pray.
All you maggots smoking fags on Santa Monica Boulevard.
All you maggots smoking fags out there on Sunset Boulevard.
All you maggots smoking fags out there on Hollywood Boulevard.
You should have never trusted Hollywood.
You should have never gone to Hollywood.
All you bitches put your hands in the air and wave them like you just don't care.
You should have never trusted Hollywood..."
'LOST IN HOLLYWOOD'
System Of A Down
LOST IN HOLLYWOOD
My name is Ash Scion, and after everything that's happened so far in my career... my incredible upset victory over Scott Free in eWo last year, followed by my bell-to-bell performance in that company's Body Count Rumble a month later, the incredible matches I've wrestled since for PURE Seattle in Washington State and for Force One in Tennessee... I find it funny that it turns out that the moment I'm most known for is being the first professional wrestler ever to get their hands on Liz Smalls, and for damn near taking her head off with the short-arm lariat I like to call The I.D.C., or the I Don't Care. Now, considering how hated Liz Smalls has become by female wrestler working all over the country for the way she's representing us, being known as the first to completely take her head off & put her on her ass isn't such a bad thing except that it's led to where I find myself now. It would seem that every promotion I sign to now wants to see me, an athlete, a true warrior, absolutely destroy some part-timer, some actress or model or simply vapid bimbo who stumbled into professional wrestling because they thought that ti would be easy.
In many ways my own fault. My whole career has been a crusade against those who don't truly respect this sport, so I guess I can't really blame promoters for wanting to use mi in exactly that capacity. I've made a habit out of seeking out the models, actresses, reality-TV stars and other fame-seeking glory hounds who think that what I do is easy, and who think that professional wrestling is a quick way to chalk up some cheap publicity, opening doors for whatever it is that they actually want to do. It's fucking insulting. It's insulting that these posers think that they can step into my world, the world I trained to become a part of for years, trained under some of the absolute best in the business. It's insulting that they think they can phone in a few 'matches', if you can even call what they do matches, against other like-minded bimbos and everyone will escape looking good in the end. No marked-up faces, no broken nails.
Trust me when I tell you, I'm the last thing any of these bitches ever wants to see across the ring from them.
And here we are, right back at it again, booked against some Beverly Hills bimbo actress named Summer St. Clair. Well Summer, welcome to your end. Sorry it's going to be a short stay for you, but any hope a diva like you had of being successful in this industry went away the second you drew a true athlete warrior as your first opponent in LAW. You're a pretty thing, for now, that much is sure, but you're not made of the stuff that I am. You never once in your life have trained for this life as much as I do every single day. You've never faced the sort of opponents that I've faced and come out the other end triumphant. You might be a champ on the casting couch, Summer, but inside that ring, you're in my world, and it's a world you're in no way prepared for.
You're in for the most painful of rude awakenings, Honey, and there's no one better, no one more suited to giving it to you anywhere in this industry than Ash Scion. I really do hope that you've got all of your headshots up to date, and that your audition schedule is clear for a few weeks after our match, because after Grand Rapids, you're gonna have a real hard time putting your best face forward. I don't know if you've ever even wrestled so much as a single match before... I've called every promoter in my little black book looking for footage of you and no one seems to have heard of you... either that or they simply get you confused with one of the dozens of other airheaded wanna-be actresses polluting this sport right now.
So seeing that you're obviously green, let me give you some honest advice... don't come to Michigan. There's nothing here for you but pain, broken bones, and blood by the bucketful. Nothing. Because while insulting peoples appearance or names might seem like the key to a good offense to you right now, I assure you, thirty seconds after that bell rings, you're going to realize exactly how ill-equipped you are to be in there with a true warrior. And it's only going to get worse for you from there. There's nothing more fun for the New York City bitch than laying a serious beating on some Hollywood harlot. Nothing.
My name is Ash Scion, Poison Disguised As Candy. I'm here in LAW, which means that it's once again time to put Asses In Seats & Bodies In Graves. Every chick on the roster had best take notice right now, because what happens in Michigan to pretty Miss Summer is only going to be the beginning. I take what I want from this sport, a right I've earned by how much I've given to it, and I've yet to find anyone, man or woman, capable of stopping me