Post by Jet Somers on Mar 14, 2014 2:22:33 GMT -5
TURBULANCE
Turbulance moves with the shifting temperatures and the whim of the winds. There's a definite destination in mind, and nothing will rattle turbulance from his path. Even if he is knocked wildly, spinning out of control, the axis tilting off course, seemingly impossible to correct, turbulance just chuckles, dusts off his sleeves, and soars back into the stream. He is not always his own pilot, but turbulance knows to trust the headwind.
~~~~~~~~~~
it was an evening I shared with the sun
to find out where we belong
from the earliest days
we were dancing in the shadows
~~~~~~~~~~
HOOPLA
Come on, hoopla. Spin us another tale. Remind us again why we didn't make it without you. The hot air you spew has nothing to do with the rancid poison you draw on, and everything to do with the hype you've never really stopped spinning for yourself. No one's even listening anymore...
~~~~~~~~~~~
Travis: It's not the easiest thing in the world, sometimes, being your friend.
Jet: What does that mean?
Travis: You saw the show.
Jet: I suppose that means you're coming for me at the melee?
Travis: How disappointed would you be if I didn't?
Jet: Very
~~~~~~~~~~
ENTROPY
Entropy is a slave to the moving pieces around her. In the beginning, she practically vibrated with energy, and that energy infected every element she came into contact with. But over time, she has dispersed too thinly. She is pulled in every direction by her very nature. Her radioactive decay slows her half life, and as inexorable time marches forward, without a catalyst to give her a new reaction, entropy is dying.
~~~~~~~~~~
more wine
because i got to have it
more skin
because i got to eat it
~~~~~~~~~~
DISCORD
Discord uses pretty words, well placed turns of phrase, and intellectual insults to foment disagreement and unrest. His sarcastic praise is poison, but he will make sure you know the only reason for your success is his influence. However little you might know of him, he knows everything about you, and your next move, and your intentions, and your goals, and so on. Discord knows. And he knows how to wind you up about it.
~~~~~~~~~~
Travis: You didn't make it any easier, doing what you did. I'm not going to lie, Jet, I'm still pretty pissed.
Jet: Yea... I figured.
Travis: So, not only did you make sure you've got laser scopes on you from the Axiom and The Puppet Masters, now you've probably re-pissed off half the DMW, and made sure even Gian, Edie, and I owe you a shot or two. Do you like, get off on the whole world being against you?
~~~~~~~~~~
MAELSTROM
Maelstrom is the eye in the center of the storm. While everything around him spins and eddies according to their own designs, maelstrom reaches out his powerful arms and keeps the vortex going. There are times when maelstrom remains calm and centered, but when he moves, god help you.
~~~~~~~~~~
inside the outside
by the river
used to be so calm
used to be so sane
~~~~~~~~~~
HAVOC
Havoc destroys for the sake of destroying. He doesn't exactly have a purpose or goal, but once he finds a partner to rendezvous with, he's ready to kill, maim, burn, destroy. Havoc simply doesn't care.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Travis: I understand why you did it. I don't agree with it, but I get it. What I don't think you understand is that you couldn't have picked a worst time to let Edie fall flat on her face.
Jet: At the time, I hadn't known Kurt Brady had assaulted her.
Travis: Would it have mattered?
Jet: Come on, Trav. Of course it would have. I'd have spent half the night hunting that wannabe down and putting him in traction.
Travis: But would you have put aside your 'lesson' for Edes?
Jet: ...
Travis: Jesus, Opie...
~~~~~~~~~~
TURMOIL
Poor turmoil. As powerful an emotion as she is, she allows her fear to kill her little by little inside. Plagued by doubt, jumping at shadows. She's ripe for the plucking, but once turmoil nests her way inside, it's not long before she's eaten away at you, turning your world grey and soulless.
~~~~~~~~~~
i rushed the ladies' room
took the water from the toilet
washed her feet and blessed her name
~~~~~~~~~~
ANARCHY
Anarchy is the unrivaled king of the good time. His lessons are about throwing out the rules, writing new ones, and promptly throwing them out as well. Fuck the establishment, fuck the game, fuck you if you stand in the way of his unbridled revelry. Just... fuck it.
~~~~~~~~~~
Travis: So you're not mad at them?
Jet: Of course not. If I don't expect you or Edie to go easy on each other or me, why in the world would I expect my in laws to?
Travis: You know how hard Cypress is going to be gunning to get back at that belt.
Jet: About has hard as Edie's going to fight to prove me wrong now.
Travis: He'll stab you in the back to get at it, just like he did to her.
Jet: I only care about getting there for one reason... to put the Network back in control of things. We strapped on the chains and dragged this sinking ship out of the mud, it's not right that people like Dirge and Roberts get to slip in at the pinnacle of the history of this company and take the credit for it. They can claim that the best pay per view buy rates started the moment they started plotting, but you can't just disregard the months of toil when we were in the red, the hard work it took to win those fans back over after over half the roster walked out. The same fans that that put their replica GIW belts on ebay the last time Dirge took the wheel.
Travis: And what does that have to do with Cypress?
Jet: Because if he gets to the championship, more power to him. Right now it's a piece of tin sullied by two paper champions in a row. Until one of us can get our hands back on it... that's what it will remain.
Travis: There are some who say I was a paper champion...
Jet: Yeah, but you won it from me...
~~~~~~~~~~
BEDLAM
Bedlam, you personification of insanity. You've shown us so much. We've learned much from your multitude of faces and designs. We should all be committed, bedlam, and you're sick enough to lead the march to the asylum.
~~~~~~~~~~~
more peace
is such a dirty habit
~~~~~~~~~~
CONFUSION
Confusion changes like the leaves. I can't even grasp what goes through this foul mouthed brain from one hour to the next. You hate this, you love this. You support this, you disagree with it. What do you even stand for anymore, besides becoming a darker version of anarchy?
~~~~~~~~~~
Travis: You know he's probably holed up in some bungalow having paint thinner pumped through his arteries, or the webbing between his toes burned with a zippo.
Jet: No, he isn't.
Travis: The last time he kidnapped one of your own...
Jet: He isn't who he was last time. Everyone wants to know why I haven't taken a more active role in dealing with him, when I spent an entire year baiting him. Mickey isn't the monster that Klaus, Nate, Cyp, and I hunted across the desert that year.
Travis: No. You're right. He's much simpler now. Now, instead of leaving a screwed up broken shell, he's just going to beat on him a little before he kills him. You're ok with this?
Jet: Of course I'm not. But he's playing a game, and I can't just go hunt him down this time to save him. The knife might as well be at Mark's throat, because the moment I give chase, he's dead.
Travis: So the plan is to do nothing?
Jet: The plan is to play the game. I've got an army if he gets too out of control, but in the meantime, I'll risk the gambit and see how we can go about giving him what he wants.
Travis: And what does he want?
Jet: He wants his mommy.
~~~~~~~~~~
slow down
we're too afraid
~~~~~~~~~~
AGITATION
Tell me, agitation, can you honestly tell your peers that you are honor bound anymore? We all saw your true colors. You will betray trust in a heartbeat if it serves your goals to do so. And the bitch of it all is that we'll all lift you up for doing it. Because it buzzes around you like a gnat that someone pulled the rug from underneath you as you were pulling the wool over someone else's eyes. You can't stand it. It's all you can focus on now. Do you even know what's going on outside of your tunnel vision, or is all the noise making it hard to concentrate?
~~~~~~~~~~
Jet sits on the iron throne of championship belts that he uses when he ponders his realm in times of chaos. He is leaned forward, elbows on knees, hands curled into fists and supporting his chin, brow lowered as he reflects.
I keep noticing that whenever someone tries to explain why the Puppet Masters came together, someone who isn't making fun of them, the logic is that they were desperate to save this company from the hands who have been steering it's destiny for the last thirty six months or so.
Whether it was with our hands in the Edwards' Creative Department cookie jar, or as the agents who shopped UGWC in every market in the world to reignite interest, the pilots of the company were Jet Somers, Travis Pierce, and, in the most recent year, Eden Morgan. Without us, there would be no company to 'save.'
To hear Dirge and Roberts talk, their considerable resources and star power were stretched to the very limits of having to accept one another as equals simply to challenge our legacy.
I almost want to thank them for that sort of acknowledgement.
Whenever you look back a couple months to when the Axiom returned, their immediate decree was that they were here to challenge everyone's 'hero.'
Whether that meant Pax was going to try to finally settle a score he stills falls short of, or that Dragon was going to take vengeance for my thwarting his greatest mistake--the taking of my sister--they couldn't see much farther than The Orphan.
I almost want to thank them for raising me up on a pedestal to a height greater than any other enemy has ever allowed.
The recurring theme here is that, while the PMN has been relatively quiet in 2014 (for us) we have managed to light enough fires around the microcosm that we don't even have to make an effort anymore to be on everyone's lips. Every one of our subjects has admitted it. They do what they do because of us. Jase is a controlling dick to Eden because of us. The DMW consolidated their most effective chapter leaders into one coalition to help us. Jordan King put aside his rivalry with me to that we could sponsor his new protege. Each and every one has spelled it out in their own voice, through their own actions. PMN owns them.
Massive Melee seems to be an insurmountable challenge to an outsider, and probably to more than a few of the competitors. For me, it's chance to get back to basics. I started out in this company dragging myself to victory through matches to presented a battlefield full of foes. I excelled in clusterbang brawls.
And this time, everyone is coming with The Wild Card in their crosshairs.
But what I've proven time after time, is that when things are at their most chaotic, Jet Somers is the one who winds up taking control.
~~~~~~~~~~
TRAINWRECK
Oh, we're all getting a kick out of this. Let me be the first to say I'm really impressed with how far you've fallen. You were a symbol of respect and stalwart honor, even in the questionable tactics you employed, but some of us stood behind you. We didn't particularly like your constant examinations of us, mind, but you had our respect. You've sold that for a mystery you can't solve. Feed your legacy into the disposal like a necktie, because you're choking yourself.
~~~~~~~~~~
let me ride
let me ride
burn my eyes
let me ride
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
UPHEAVAL
There've been many changes in the crescent city over the last year, and they're not all big easy. Upheaval has managed to make herself a place as if she were always the missing puzzle piece. In a space of a month or two, when alliances were still questionable, she managed to bridge the gap. She's an unknown, so far, but upheaval has managed to affect everything she's touched so far.
Turbulance moves with the shifting temperatures and the whim of the winds. There's a definite destination in mind, and nothing will rattle turbulance from his path. Even if he is knocked wildly, spinning out of control, the axis tilting off course, seemingly impossible to correct, turbulance just chuckles, dusts off his sleeves, and soars back into the stream. He is not always his own pilot, but turbulance knows to trust the headwind.
~~~~~~~~~~
it was an evening I shared with the sun
to find out where we belong
from the earliest days
we were dancing in the shadows
~~~~~~~~~~
HOOPLA
Come on, hoopla. Spin us another tale. Remind us again why we didn't make it without you. The hot air you spew has nothing to do with the rancid poison you draw on, and everything to do with the hype you've never really stopped spinning for yourself. No one's even listening anymore...
~~~~~~~~~~~
Travis: It's not the easiest thing in the world, sometimes, being your friend.
Jet: What does that mean?
Travis: You saw the show.
Jet: I suppose that means you're coming for me at the melee?
Travis: How disappointed would you be if I didn't?
Jet: Very
~~~~~~~~~~
ENTROPY
Entropy is a slave to the moving pieces around her. In the beginning, she practically vibrated with energy, and that energy infected every element she came into contact with. But over time, she has dispersed too thinly. She is pulled in every direction by her very nature. Her radioactive decay slows her half life, and as inexorable time marches forward, without a catalyst to give her a new reaction, entropy is dying.
~~~~~~~~~~
more wine
because i got to have it
more skin
because i got to eat it
~~~~~~~~~~
DISCORD
Discord uses pretty words, well placed turns of phrase, and intellectual insults to foment disagreement and unrest. His sarcastic praise is poison, but he will make sure you know the only reason for your success is his influence. However little you might know of him, he knows everything about you, and your next move, and your intentions, and your goals, and so on. Discord knows. And he knows how to wind you up about it.
~~~~~~~~~~
Travis: You didn't make it any easier, doing what you did. I'm not going to lie, Jet, I'm still pretty pissed.
Jet: Yea... I figured.
Travis: So, not only did you make sure you've got laser scopes on you from the Axiom and The Puppet Masters, now you've probably re-pissed off half the DMW, and made sure even Gian, Edie, and I owe you a shot or two. Do you like, get off on the whole world being against you?
~~~~~~~~~~
MAELSTROM
Maelstrom is the eye in the center of the storm. While everything around him spins and eddies according to their own designs, maelstrom reaches out his powerful arms and keeps the vortex going. There are times when maelstrom remains calm and centered, but when he moves, god help you.
~~~~~~~~~~
inside the outside
by the river
used to be so calm
used to be so sane
~~~~~~~~~~
HAVOC
Havoc destroys for the sake of destroying. He doesn't exactly have a purpose or goal, but once he finds a partner to rendezvous with, he's ready to kill, maim, burn, destroy. Havoc simply doesn't care.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Travis: I understand why you did it. I don't agree with it, but I get it. What I don't think you understand is that you couldn't have picked a worst time to let Edie fall flat on her face.
Jet: At the time, I hadn't known Kurt Brady had assaulted her.
Travis: Would it have mattered?
Jet: Come on, Trav. Of course it would have. I'd have spent half the night hunting that wannabe down and putting him in traction.
Travis: But would you have put aside your 'lesson' for Edes?
Jet: ...
Travis: Jesus, Opie...
~~~~~~~~~~
TURMOIL
Poor turmoil. As powerful an emotion as she is, she allows her fear to kill her little by little inside. Plagued by doubt, jumping at shadows. She's ripe for the plucking, but once turmoil nests her way inside, it's not long before she's eaten away at you, turning your world grey and soulless.
~~~~~~~~~~
i rushed the ladies' room
took the water from the toilet
washed her feet and blessed her name
~~~~~~~~~~
ANARCHY
Anarchy is the unrivaled king of the good time. His lessons are about throwing out the rules, writing new ones, and promptly throwing them out as well. Fuck the establishment, fuck the game, fuck you if you stand in the way of his unbridled revelry. Just... fuck it.
~~~~~~~~~~
Travis: So you're not mad at them?
Jet: Of course not. If I don't expect you or Edie to go easy on each other or me, why in the world would I expect my in laws to?
Travis: You know how hard Cypress is going to be gunning to get back at that belt.
Jet: About has hard as Edie's going to fight to prove me wrong now.
Travis: He'll stab you in the back to get at it, just like he did to her.
Jet: I only care about getting there for one reason... to put the Network back in control of things. We strapped on the chains and dragged this sinking ship out of the mud, it's not right that people like Dirge and Roberts get to slip in at the pinnacle of the history of this company and take the credit for it. They can claim that the best pay per view buy rates started the moment they started plotting, but you can't just disregard the months of toil when we were in the red, the hard work it took to win those fans back over after over half the roster walked out. The same fans that that put their replica GIW belts on ebay the last time Dirge took the wheel.
Travis: And what does that have to do with Cypress?
Jet: Because if he gets to the championship, more power to him. Right now it's a piece of tin sullied by two paper champions in a row. Until one of us can get our hands back on it... that's what it will remain.
Travis: There are some who say I was a paper champion...
Jet: Yeah, but you won it from me...
~~~~~~~~~~
BEDLAM
Bedlam, you personification of insanity. You've shown us so much. We've learned much from your multitude of faces and designs. We should all be committed, bedlam, and you're sick enough to lead the march to the asylum.
~~~~~~~~~~~
more peace
is such a dirty habit
~~~~~~~~~~
CONFUSION
Confusion changes like the leaves. I can't even grasp what goes through this foul mouthed brain from one hour to the next. You hate this, you love this. You support this, you disagree with it. What do you even stand for anymore, besides becoming a darker version of anarchy?
~~~~~~~~~~
Travis: You know he's probably holed up in some bungalow having paint thinner pumped through his arteries, or the webbing between his toes burned with a zippo.
Jet: No, he isn't.
Travis: The last time he kidnapped one of your own...
Jet: He isn't who he was last time. Everyone wants to know why I haven't taken a more active role in dealing with him, when I spent an entire year baiting him. Mickey isn't the monster that Klaus, Nate, Cyp, and I hunted across the desert that year.
Travis: No. You're right. He's much simpler now. Now, instead of leaving a screwed up broken shell, he's just going to beat on him a little before he kills him. You're ok with this?
Jet: Of course I'm not. But he's playing a game, and I can't just go hunt him down this time to save him. The knife might as well be at Mark's throat, because the moment I give chase, he's dead.
Travis: So the plan is to do nothing?
Jet: The plan is to play the game. I've got an army if he gets too out of control, but in the meantime, I'll risk the gambit and see how we can go about giving him what he wants.
Travis: And what does he want?
Jet: He wants his mommy.
~~~~~~~~~~
slow down
we're too afraid
~~~~~~~~~~
AGITATION
Tell me, agitation, can you honestly tell your peers that you are honor bound anymore? We all saw your true colors. You will betray trust in a heartbeat if it serves your goals to do so. And the bitch of it all is that we'll all lift you up for doing it. Because it buzzes around you like a gnat that someone pulled the rug from underneath you as you were pulling the wool over someone else's eyes. You can't stand it. It's all you can focus on now. Do you even know what's going on outside of your tunnel vision, or is all the noise making it hard to concentrate?
~~~~~~~~~~
Jet sits on the iron throne of championship belts that he uses when he ponders his realm in times of chaos. He is leaned forward, elbows on knees, hands curled into fists and supporting his chin, brow lowered as he reflects.
I keep noticing that whenever someone tries to explain why the Puppet Masters came together, someone who isn't making fun of them, the logic is that they were desperate to save this company from the hands who have been steering it's destiny for the last thirty six months or so.
Whether it was with our hands in the Edwards' Creative Department cookie jar, or as the agents who shopped UGWC in every market in the world to reignite interest, the pilots of the company were Jet Somers, Travis Pierce, and, in the most recent year, Eden Morgan. Without us, there would be no company to 'save.'
To hear Dirge and Roberts talk, their considerable resources and star power were stretched to the very limits of having to accept one another as equals simply to challenge our legacy.
I almost want to thank them for that sort of acknowledgement.
Whenever you look back a couple months to when the Axiom returned, their immediate decree was that they were here to challenge everyone's 'hero.'
Whether that meant Pax was going to try to finally settle a score he stills falls short of, or that Dragon was going to take vengeance for my thwarting his greatest mistake--the taking of my sister--they couldn't see much farther than The Orphan.
I almost want to thank them for raising me up on a pedestal to a height greater than any other enemy has ever allowed.
The recurring theme here is that, while the PMN has been relatively quiet in 2014 (for us) we have managed to light enough fires around the microcosm that we don't even have to make an effort anymore to be on everyone's lips. Every one of our subjects has admitted it. They do what they do because of us. Jase is a controlling dick to Eden because of us. The DMW consolidated their most effective chapter leaders into one coalition to help us. Jordan King put aside his rivalry with me to that we could sponsor his new protege. Each and every one has spelled it out in their own voice, through their own actions. PMN owns them.
Massive Melee seems to be an insurmountable challenge to an outsider, and probably to more than a few of the competitors. For me, it's chance to get back to basics. I started out in this company dragging myself to victory through matches to presented a battlefield full of foes. I excelled in clusterbang brawls.
And this time, everyone is coming with The Wild Card in their crosshairs.
But what I've proven time after time, is that when things are at their most chaotic, Jet Somers is the one who winds up taking control.
~~~~~~~~~~
TRAINWRECK
Oh, we're all getting a kick out of this. Let me be the first to say I'm really impressed with how far you've fallen. You were a symbol of respect and stalwart honor, even in the questionable tactics you employed, but some of us stood behind you. We didn't particularly like your constant examinations of us, mind, but you had our respect. You've sold that for a mystery you can't solve. Feed your legacy into the disposal like a necktie, because you're choking yourself.
~~~~~~~~~~
let me ride
let me ride
burn my eyes
let me ride
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
UPHEAVAL
There've been many changes in the crescent city over the last year, and they're not all big easy. Upheaval has managed to make herself a place as if she were always the missing puzzle piece. In a space of a month or two, when alliances were still questionable, she managed to bridge the gap. She's an unknown, so far, but upheaval has managed to affect everything she's touched so far.