No Lock On The Door (original poem)


Quiet creeps in

Hands strike twice

The crack of dawn

Today I’ll play nice

No dares with the games

No mess on the floor

No questions to ask

No telling what for

Sit down, watch the match

Stand and applaud the score

Just keep your voice down

There’s no lock on the door.

Sunset Mind (original poem)


Clear as water

A moon set alight

Sunset’s burning

I stand by my rights

 To speak out of turn

To right what is wrong

I only regret my shortcomings

At the rise of the dawn

At that time I’ll stand corrected

And submit again to the grind

There is never any silence

For the troubles in your mind

License Retained Samples [Fanedit]

I’ve made some progress on ironing out the creative difficulties in this and am well on my way, so I feel secure in announcing this project

License to Kill is one of James Bond’s most under looked glories, a brilliant and gritty glimpse into a rogue 007 using his wits and cunning to slowly and systematically take down a drug baron’s criminal empire. It’s a tough ordeal, but Bond pulls through and gets back in Blighty’s good graces, and while it ends on a happy note for Bond, it is bittersweet because the pursuit of Sanchez cost him several friends.

This edit is designed to lessen the cost of LTK, rearranging key scenes and discarding many to create a more optimistic, alternative Bond film. Here, Sharky doesn’t die, and Felix gets his happy ever after. A bit blasphemous of me to lessen the edge off this Bond classic, but I feel there’s enough material in here to still elevate this film to the fine standards fans hold it to.

Cut List

M stripping Bond of his license.
Sharky’s death cut
Bond and Lupe’s first meeting on Crest’s boat cut
Bond is already with Pam as the movie begins, so their meeting is cut.
Titles now occur after Bond and Pam run into Lupe, Bond and Lupe have history, their encounter on the boat is referenced, but that’s the extent of it. Title theme is “Snake Eater” from the Metal Gear Solid prequel game of the same name, slightly trimmed to fit titles. I’m also using a clean version of the LTK titles, though I might mix it in a bit with the standard titles.
Sanchez escapes during the climatic lorry chase and Bond, Felix and Sharky pursue him to Key West, where he is captured. Felix and Della get married.
Movie ends with Bond driving off alone into the night, with Felix telling Della he was married


WWE-I Was Your Man [Fanfiction]


I Was Your Man

The pyro had went off in Toronto , signalling the end of another night of magic for the stars of World Wrestling Entertainment, and for Seth Rollins, it signalled the climax to a historical and significant evening for him.

He had again slain the beast Brock Lesnar, twice in the same year, to reclaim the Universal title, this match had been more punishing than the prior one they had at Wrestlemania, but Seth didn’t mind, for this bout had been his proving ground. He had firmly demonstrated to those who had doubted him that he was no fluke champion and that no matter how much was thrown at him, he would perceiver.

Awaiting him backstage was his significant other, now the new hero of Canada, Becky Lynch, triumphant in her own gripping match with Natalya Neither. She threw her arms around him as he stepped through the curtain to Gorilla position, smothering his forehead and lips with generous and gentle kisses.

“See what happens when the man has a plan?” Becky said.

“Your advise paid off big time Becks, I can’t imagine how that’d have gone without you putting your mind at work” said Seth.

“Phone call for you Seth” announced a staff member, handing Seth a cell phone

“Just give me one minute Becks, I gotta take this” he said.

“I’d hate for you to keep a man waiting” said Becky.

Seth strolled off to a private corner of the arena and took the call.

“Hey, sound match out there” came a gruff, familiar voice that triggered conflicting emotions within Seth.

“Yeah, well, its two victories more than you’ll ever have against Brock Dean” said Seth.

“It’s Mox, Dean was what the million dollar man bought and paid for, that’s what all those people chanting your name bought, it’s cheap change for me and I ain’t ever cashing my chips here with it” said Mox.

“Come on man, don’t you ever want to remind yourself of the good times? You met Renee when promoted as Dean”

“Don’t bring her into this, Renee knows the real me, and we ain’t concerned about the food on our table”

Seth realised what this was all about.

“Listen, what I say in interviews is what gets me fresh opportunities like the here and now, I’m loyal to this company, you want to go to an untested promotion that everyone proclaims will be the lethal bullet in our backs, that’s your dollar to risk, but so long as you’re taking aim at me, I’m gonna shoot right back”

“Why can’t you ride the roads like Roman does man? He got interviewed a week or so ago, got asked about where he stood with me and he said it was all good. He even defended the company taking advantage of his leukaemia, you think something like that isn’t biting him?”

“Roman leads by example, but the champion always has to have the chip on their shoulder, it’s just what it takes to be the man around here”

“Yeah, and that’s why your man was jerking the curtain tonight wasn’t she?”

“You condescending piece of…” Seth began, but he was quickly cut off by Mox.

“No, no Seth don’t even try to raise your voice to me when everything about it is too faint to hear over where I am. There was a time where I was your man, a proper one, balls hanging low, the works, we had the plan, we took care of each other, we declared everyone around us would taste justice, now you’re willing to burn those roads we ran across as you move forward? Fine, forget who you are Seth, but Roman doesn’t, and I won’t, I’ll bring my brand of justice, kind of like what I’m doing now, all you’ll just bring to the table is the brand. Good little puppy, slay as many beasts as you want, but you’ll never howl quite like a hound again so long as you’re McMahon’s best friend”

The phone line went dead; Seth threw the phone across the room.

Becky noticed him looking gaunt and distant.

“Bad news?” she said, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“Just a declaration of war, nothing we can’t handle” he said.

Arm in arm, they walked back to the teeming mass of superstars congratulating themselves over a hard fought evening.