Post by Prophet of Ash on Apr 24, 2012 19:20:23 GMT -5
WFWF Loaded
4/24/12
023: The Girlfriend Experience
RE: Mak Cross
I had my doubts about the power of my curse. I had my doubts that it truly effected everyone who touched it. I had my doubts because there was one man who interacted with me in a negative fashion who not only did not meet his demise, but seemed to prosper following an interaction with me. He beat me and bloodied me in a match he had an unfair advantage and in seemingly direct correlation, he ended up with a tag team title shot, with a partner who had never wrestled in the company.
See, this type of thing.. It’s what would make me believe that there was a chance that everything that had happened was a big coincidence. It’d make me believe that perhaps this curse wasn’t as strong as I had thought. It’d make me think that maybe people did have a fighting chance after dealing with it, if they had a strong will, a healthy body, and natural god given talent.
And then I hear the after math of “It’s Super Effective”. Not only did Randel Benjamin and Dave Demento not capture the tag team gold, but they are essentially out of the federation, citing a lack of will to continue.
Now explain to me how someone who just got started in this company and showed all the will and determination in the world seemingly drops off the face of the earth. Explain to me how he goes from being a fighting beast, stabbing people with forks and bashing them with barbed wire, to acting like a spooked horse who’s skittish of society and afraid of his own shadow. Because he seen something. He experienced something. And he was told something. It was something he doesn’t understand and he doesn’t want to. He thinks running from it will perform his exorcism. But Randel Benjamin is cursed now. The same as everyone else with tangled with me.
In death, you keep no secrets. You have no defense to the stories people will tell about you, good, bad, true, false, fact, or fiction. And it doesn’t really effect you one way or another, because you aren’t walking this earth any more, so the perceived notions people have of you based on what you’ve done while walking this earth, they really don’t matter a whole lot, because you’re not here.
So let’s talk about something. Let’s get something out there in the open, about the recently deceased Kylie Olsen. Kylie was my student in wrestling. I was training her to become a professional wrestler and I accepted a tuition check from her. For wrestling training. However, along with the training came travel expenses, rental cars, hotel rooms, food on the road, as well as a place to live on days off, because she had no place to go. I gave her these things. I gave her these things not out of the kindness of my heart, nor did I do it for sexual gratification like other simple minded fools who seen this vixen and thought that was the only thing she could provide. I gave Kylie all the food she needed, all the clothes she needed, and a place to lay her head every night in exchange for this curse.
See, Kylie isn’t the nice girl from the suburbs that everyone took her as. She has a pretty jaded past and a history to her. The people around town called her “mujer sin alma” both because Chicago has a heavy Hispanic population, especially in the rougher side of town where the rent is lower, and because the term doesn’t translate well in English. Loosely, this translates to woman with no soul. Kylie sold her soul in a black market deal. She needed the money and didn’t see the purpose to keep something she couldn’t see nor feel, nor ever used. And when she did, she drew a curse. A curse that she could pass on. The man whom she sold her soul to called it an added bonus with the transaction. And this.. This is what she gave me, in exchange for the favors I provided her. She gave me the curse.
This curse.. It takes over host bodies. It takes them and it makes them do it’s bidding. And those who oppose this curse, well, they face certain doom and destruction. What they hold the most dear is taken away. Be it a career, as so many have had, the World title from Michael Kyzer that he fought so hard and valiantly to retain, the tag team title and the will to continue from Randel Benjamin, or the well being and livelihood, like with Johnny Knight.
Michael.. You doubted me. You doubted the power and you doubted this curse and what did it get you? It got you dropped on your head and your title taken away. This legacy that you’ve built for so long, the ability to knock off anyone and intimidate your foes.. Yeah, I took that. I took that and I raped it. I raped your legacy, Michael. I took your legacy, I knocked it to the ground and I pulled it’s pants down. It kicked and it screamed, but it couldn’t get away and no one could hear it. And right there in the middle of the ring, right there on pay per view in front of everyone, I raped your god damn legacy raw. I raped it until all it had left was to sit in the corner and cry. I stuck it in hardcore, I got my pleasure from it, I left your legacy broken and beaten and I walked away with my pleasure had. I took what you hold dear and I took your championship. This game you’ve been playing for so long, this farce you’ve been portraying, I’ve exposed you. I’ve ripped away the curtain and now everyone sees exactly what you’re about. And Michael, it’s just going to come crashing down further from here..
This curse.. This curse touches everyone. And it effects everyone negatively. It changes people. Even people who think they are above it and are able to avoid it.[/b]
Dear Mr. Schneider,
Dear Mr. Schneider, hey it’s me again, Justin. I don’t know if you got my last letter. There could’ve been a problem at the post office or something. Maybe the stamp fell off. I was really hoping you’d reply to it because I would’ve got a better grade if you had replied, but it’s ok.
I seen that you won the title at It’s Super Effective. My step dad let me order the Pay Per View. Congratulations! I knew you were going to win, because you’re the best in the federation, and you‘re much better than Kyzer. It’s a shame that Hutton Brown showed up and ruined your moment. I hope you get your revenge on him.
When are you going to be on Howard Stern? I heard it mentioned and my step dad said I could listen to it for your interview only, but I can’t find any information about it online. I’d really like to listen to this interview because I missed the last one. I only caught part of it on Youtube.
I heard about Kylie too and I’m sorry. My cousin Joey killed himself over some girl so I know how bad it feels to have someone you care about kill themselves. She’s in a better place now though.
I really just wanted to send you a second letter. I also included a photocopy of my first letter again, in case the first copy didn’t make it to you or something. I’d love a reply, maybe a signed picture? You’re the best man.
Sincerely,
Justin
4/2/12 into 4/3/12
April Fools, Ashley.
I am back in my house, the house that I paid for, the house that I put my blood, sweat, and tears into the construction of. I have full custody of my daughter now, in my house. All because you decided to throw a fit and take off. So now, I lay in my new bed, newly upgraded to a king size bed because I’m not stuck in a tiny apartment any more, but rather a master bedroom in a $200,000 house. I’ve been drifting in and out of sleep, but there’s a certain level of excitement in me right now, because I’m not just laying here in this giant bed alone.
No, I’m laying in a brand new comfy king size Temperpedic bed, the most cozy bed on the market today, butt naked and snuggling with a girl I’ve wanted to f**k for eight years. I’ve wanted to give her the bone dance for all these years, but never could because she had a boyfriend, I was married, she had a fiancée, I had a girlfriend. She disappeared to god only knows where, I disappeared to Germany.. But now, I’ve got my arms wrapped around her, nuzzling the shoulder of my sleeping beauty as she slumbers. It’s times like this that make everything worth it.
I’m awaken from my doze what I think is minutes later, but since the bedside alarm clock says it’s now 3:43 AM, I’m assuming I actually fell asleep. The phone is ringing. Whoever is calling at 3:43 AM had better be in jail, dead, about to be in jail, or about to be dead. I clumsily answer the phone in my much less conscious state than I thought I was in.
Errrroh?
I don’t know why I sounded Asian in my slumber, but just roll with it. The voice on the other end is screaming and slurring words more than I am. A female voice, but not a comforting female voice.. More like a “get this dumb drunk bitch out of my bar” kind of voice. And it’s not Ashley either. She’s usually the only dumb drunk bitch that calls me at 4 in the morning screaming. She says my lover’s name several times, at which point I realize the call isn’t for me.
I poke my lover in the shoulder a couple of times, shaking her a bit to make her rise from her slumber. She groggily sits up. The moonlight that shines through the curtain reflects off her beautifully, showing her figure in a seductive, yet classy way. The type of image you see in art studios.
Telephone.. Drunk girl..
She answers the phone, almost as confused and caught off guard as I was. She forms the word “hello” much more effectively, though. She’s mostly just listening to the rambling on the other end, occasionally tossing in a half hearted “yes” or “ok”. I collapse back to my pillow in a heap. Her first real formed response comes after several minutes of listening.[/color]
Shut up for a second and listen to me. .. No seriously, shut up. It’s 4 AM, you’re drunk, and I’m tired. I’ll deal with this later.
She hangs up the phone and plops back down to her pillow with little grace, a similar diving plop as I had moments earlier.
Who was that?[/color]
My sister.
Your sister is an ass hole. What did she want?
My family is complicated.
You want to talk about it?
Not really.
Well, wake me up if you do.
I wrap my arm around her waist and snuggle up to her. She smells so good. Some of the best things are worth waiting for, even if the scenarios that create them aren‘t the most ideal ones. Even if what you want takes much longer than what you‘d want.. Even if it means falling to your lowest of lows before reaching your highest of highs.
The next morning comes far too soon, but those are the drawbacks of having a teenage daughter. They are cute when they are babies, sitting in the floor in a diaper playing with blocks, but when they are thirteen and angry and don‘t want to go to school, it makes you wish you had wore a condom AND pulled out.
Samantha is dragging her feet about eating her breakfast, taking very slow bites. My new found love angel made a delicious breakfast of turkey bacon, egg whites, wheat toast, and banana smoothies. It‘s nice to have a woman around the house who can not only cook, but can cook a meal that doesn‘t have ten thousand calories. Strike that. It‘s nice to have a woman around the house. I swallow my bite of bacon, then confront my dawdling daughter.
Samantha, eat your breakfast. You‘re going to miss the bus and I don‘t have time to drive you in today. I‘ve gotta meet Percy at the gym in an hour
You know, I remember when you were just a little thing.. No more than five or six..
And I remember when you had big fake tits and blonde hair, what’s new?
And we’re back to uncomfortable awkward silence, but at least now Samantha is eating. I think she’s eating just so she can get out of here. It won’t always be this awkward. She‘ll eventually turn to outward defiance.[/b]
You mind if I tag along to the gym? I don’t have any memberships out here or anything but could really use the workout.
Don’t you think you had enough of a workout last night?
Awkward pause..
The walls are thin. I don’t go to sleep at 7:30 any more.. Keep it down next time.. And really, who was calling at 4 this morning?
That was my sister, I’m sorry.
Yeah well.. The phone in my room is like, right next to my head.. So no sleeping through that.. But really.. You’re already getting phone calls here? You really pick winners don’t you, Dad? The suicidal homeless bum.. The nesting mid life crisis..
Sam, that’s more than enough. Finish your food and get going. We’ve got to get going soon too.
I’ll go pack a gym bag..
Babe, if you look in the closet in the bathroom, Kylie’s gym bag SHOULD be in there. I think that’s where Percy put it when moving crap. You can use her bag and towels and stuff if nothing else will fit.. She doesn’t really need it any more.. It’s all cleaned. We just did laundry the day before she took off.
Well, I’ll go try some stuff on, see if any of it fits..
Probably won’t. You don’t have a body like mine, like she did. Tiny little twig body and tits. Guess you aren’t a total perv, Dad. Once in a lifetime thing to bang a teenage girl?
I didn’t “bang” Kylie, and I’ve seriously had more than enough of your crap this morning, Samantha. Go get your shoes on. The bus will be here soon.
Whatever.
Samantha gets up and casually, carelessly throws her plate and silverware into the sink. This is why Ashley bought plastic plates.. It’s why I try to stick to paper plates.. Samantha heads towards the door, grabbing her book bag, putting her shoes on, and heading out the door without even a goodbye. I finish the last few bites of my food, then head upstairs to see if my lady needs any assistance.
Hutton, you think you aren’t changed? That you didn’t get changed? I’ve got ears around, Hutton. I know you’ve got the voices in your head now, man. I know what’s going down. Before you tangled with me, before you got yourself mixed up with the curse, you were a fiery baby face and a generally good guy. Now, now you’re running around attacking people from behind because you’re tormented. Your body was broken and your mind still is. You think it’s just the physical injuries that cause people to step away? You think when your body isn’t broken that you can walk back into my arena and take what is mine? You think it’s just the blood that’s on my hands, the broken bones and mangled corpses that are the extent of my destruction?
Let me ask you, Hutton, who was one of the first victims that bit the curse worse than anyone? Who was the first person that really got my dander up? Johnny Knight. You know, Johnny Knight? Remember that name? The guy who was the future of the company? The guy who fucked with me, because he thought he could make a name off me? The guy who went completely fucking crazy? Who got himself killed, and is now off roaming somewhere in the middle east last I heard?
You think this is a fucking joke Hutton? I could have killed you. I think I’ve proven that with Michael Kyzer, twice now. I don’t kill people because I have mercy. You shouldn’t take it as a weakness. You have. You have taken this as a weakness rather than a mild compassion for humanity. And it’s going to cost you. Mother fucker it’s going to cost you. You think this is all a big game.. You think this curse is something I came up with off the top of my head and you think because you’re all full of piss and vinegar now that you can be the one to survive it. You won’t. You’re going to die now. Your life is going to end. I was fine with just ending your career, I was fine with putting you out of wrestling. At this point, I don’t want the National title and it’s a good thing, because you don’t have it. You don’t have it because you were too banged up from the last time you fucked with me to continue to defend that National title.
Think about this Hutton. Think about this good.. I put a snake in a box and gave it to you as a gift, knowing it’d bite you. I broke your arm. I dropped you on your head from the top of a ladder. And I did this for a championship and bragging rights. I did this for a championship I didn’t truly even want. I wanted it for a mark on my record. I wanted to be able to call myself a grand slam champion and I was fully intending to vacate the National title immediately after winning it. But you took that from me. You took that victory from me. You stole it. You stole from me with the hand that I broke. In the old days, if you were caught stealing, they’d cut your hand off.
Now Hutton Brown isn’t the only target I’ve got my eyes set on. No.. See, Michael Kyzer thinks, because he beat me five years ago, and I beat him five weeks ago.. Now we’ve got to have a stand off match, to see who is the very best between us. Because people don’t change, grow, and improve over time. People don’t gain new abilities and new strengths. You know, take a hiatus for, say.. Two years.. Go train in a new country.. Sharpen your skills? Michael. You and I will tangle again. And the results are going to be exactly the same. The Stone Messiah nailed to the proverbial cross..
This week.. This week I get my hands on another wet behind the ears greenhorn. Not the one I want. No, I don’t get Cam Nitta. Cam Nitta is doomed as far as I’m concerned. He can run on for a long time, but sooner or later, “God’s” gonna cut him down and in this world, I am God. Cam, I’ve wanted to test your will to survive since you stepped in this ring, and now.. Now you have the only piece I need for my IMMORTALITY. Trust me, ninja, you and I are going to tangle.. And the outcome is not going to be pretty.
But this week.. It’s not Cam Nitta. It’s not a guy I’ve asked ANYONE WHO WILL LISTEN TO ME to put me in the ring with, for a “friendly exhibition”, not to mention he‘s carrying the one thing that comes between me and immortality, a championship more valuable to me than the WFWF Heavyweight championship, because it cements my legacy forever. To anyone else.. It‘s the WFWF National title. To me, it‘s a WFWF Grand Slam Championship. They can‘t protect you forever, Cam...
And it’s not the guy I crippled and put out of the sport for several weeks, who then took it upon himself to show up and ruin one of the biggest moments of my career and steal my moment. No, Hutton Brown’s already got a date with destiny and they are already etching his tombstone with the date of Survival of the Fittest, because it doesn’t take Nostradamus or Miss Cleo to see Hutton Brown’s future..
This week, I’m not facing Michael Kyzer, either. The guy I had a bit of compassion for. Despite the fact he led someone I consider my best friend back down a path of depravity, despite the fact he took someone I admired a lot in this world, trained for this business that I make my living off of, and traveled with for several months in Kylie Olsen, and caused her to sink to a low depression through his own selfish actions that she TOOK HER OWN LIFE.. This week I’m not facing Michael Kyzer. Your date for doom isn’t etched in stone like Hutton’s Michael, but know that you and I are going to dance once more and this time, you aren’t going to have the option to do a stand up comedy routine with a midget afterwards.
This week I’m not facing Drakz, the right hand man of the aforementioned son of evil, and I’m not facing David Brennan, the low man on the totem pole in the kingdom of calamity. I’m not facing Trace Demon, though I’d like to smash his face once and for all so he couldn’t talk s**t any more. I’m not facing Ripp Jackson, the gung-ho up and comer who’s ducking me like I’ve got bird flu. Not taking on Raider, despite his desire to “rise the ranks”. Not facing Drake Elias, either. Wouldn’t make sense for someone who’s run the gauntlet, killed everyone in his path, to take on me? I am the Streak Destroyer Destroyer, afterall.
This week.. I‘m facing Mak Cross.. A man who‘s been setting the world on fire and leaving a trail of ashes behind him. A man who many within the company have pegged as the future of this company. You see, the higher ups in this company see the writing on the wall. They know Phillip Schneider‘s been doing this shit since 2004, that he‘s taken some really stupid bumps and can‘t walk half the time after wrestling and they know they can‘t build their company entirely on my shoulders. They know Kyzer‘s on his swan song, not because of his age, but because he‘s tangled up with the aforementioned near cripple, who tends to end the people he tangles with. The higher ups in this company realize they can‘t build the company on Raider‘s shoulders either, because who knows when Raider‘s going to pull another disappearing act for most of a decade..
Mak Cross is the future of this company. It‘s said in hushed tones by some, the respectful few who realize that to deem someone the future of the company, you must look over the present. You must look over the Raiders, the Michael Kyzers, the Hutton Browns, the …… Trace Demons.. And the Phillip Schneiders of the federation, the current breed, because to build something new, you must knock down what exists. To build a new building, you‘ve got to demolish the previous building on the site before laying brick one and to build a new star, you‘ve got to push aside an old star.
Unfortunately, someone in management didn‘t get this lesson. They passed Architect 101 and they passed with flying colors, but they missed the very first lesson. You don‘t bulldoze down a building before it‘s time. You don‘t try to smash through a building a few years after it was built, when it still meets your needs entirely. You don‘t push it down, because the taxpayers who paid to build that building will protest and frankly, there‘s no reason for a new building. You wait for the old building to crumble, until the point where anyone with eyes can see it‘s time to bulldoze down the old building and replace it. Right now in the WFWF, Thunder is that old building. Phillip Schneider is not.
So Mak, when we‘re staring across the ring on Loaded, and you‘ve got your little demolition hammer ready, stand back and ask yourself, is this really what you want to do? Is this really what you want to perpetuate? Because this could backfire in your face hard, Mak. You ever hit a trampoline with a sledgehammer? It bounces. It rebounds right back where it came from and hits you. I‘m trampoline guarded, Mak. Swing that shit. Let‘s watch it bounce and see hwo it takes out..
4/24/12
023: The Girlfriend Experience
RE: Mak Cross
I had my doubts about the power of my curse. I had my doubts that it truly effected everyone who touched it. I had my doubts because there was one man who interacted with me in a negative fashion who not only did not meet his demise, but seemed to prosper following an interaction with me. He beat me and bloodied me in a match he had an unfair advantage and in seemingly direct correlation, he ended up with a tag team title shot, with a partner who had never wrestled in the company.
See, this type of thing.. It’s what would make me believe that there was a chance that everything that had happened was a big coincidence. It’d make me believe that perhaps this curse wasn’t as strong as I had thought. It’d make me think that maybe people did have a fighting chance after dealing with it, if they had a strong will, a healthy body, and natural god given talent.
And then I hear the after math of “It’s Super Effective”. Not only did Randel Benjamin and Dave Demento not capture the tag team gold, but they are essentially out of the federation, citing a lack of will to continue.
Now explain to me how someone who just got started in this company and showed all the will and determination in the world seemingly drops off the face of the earth. Explain to me how he goes from being a fighting beast, stabbing people with forks and bashing them with barbed wire, to acting like a spooked horse who’s skittish of society and afraid of his own shadow. Because he seen something. He experienced something. And he was told something. It was something he doesn’t understand and he doesn’t want to. He thinks running from it will perform his exorcism. But Randel Benjamin is cursed now. The same as everyone else with tangled with me.
In death, you keep no secrets. You have no defense to the stories people will tell about you, good, bad, true, false, fact, or fiction. And it doesn’t really effect you one way or another, because you aren’t walking this earth any more, so the perceived notions people have of you based on what you’ve done while walking this earth, they really don’t matter a whole lot, because you’re not here.
So let’s talk about something. Let’s get something out there in the open, about the recently deceased Kylie Olsen. Kylie was my student in wrestling. I was training her to become a professional wrestler and I accepted a tuition check from her. For wrestling training. However, along with the training came travel expenses, rental cars, hotel rooms, food on the road, as well as a place to live on days off, because she had no place to go. I gave her these things. I gave her these things not out of the kindness of my heart, nor did I do it for sexual gratification like other simple minded fools who seen this vixen and thought that was the only thing she could provide. I gave Kylie all the food she needed, all the clothes she needed, and a place to lay her head every night in exchange for this curse.
See, Kylie isn’t the nice girl from the suburbs that everyone took her as. She has a pretty jaded past and a history to her. The people around town called her “mujer sin alma” both because Chicago has a heavy Hispanic population, especially in the rougher side of town where the rent is lower, and because the term doesn’t translate well in English. Loosely, this translates to woman with no soul. Kylie sold her soul in a black market deal. She needed the money and didn’t see the purpose to keep something she couldn’t see nor feel, nor ever used. And when she did, she drew a curse. A curse that she could pass on. The man whom she sold her soul to called it an added bonus with the transaction. And this.. This is what she gave me, in exchange for the favors I provided her. She gave me the curse.
This curse.. It takes over host bodies. It takes them and it makes them do it’s bidding. And those who oppose this curse, well, they face certain doom and destruction. What they hold the most dear is taken away. Be it a career, as so many have had, the World title from Michael Kyzer that he fought so hard and valiantly to retain, the tag team title and the will to continue from Randel Benjamin, or the well being and livelihood, like with Johnny Knight.
Michael.. You doubted me. You doubted the power and you doubted this curse and what did it get you? It got you dropped on your head and your title taken away. This legacy that you’ve built for so long, the ability to knock off anyone and intimidate your foes.. Yeah, I took that. I took that and I raped it. I raped your legacy, Michael. I took your legacy, I knocked it to the ground and I pulled it’s pants down. It kicked and it screamed, but it couldn’t get away and no one could hear it. And right there in the middle of the ring, right there on pay per view in front of everyone, I raped your god damn legacy raw. I raped it until all it had left was to sit in the corner and cry. I stuck it in hardcore, I got my pleasure from it, I left your legacy broken and beaten and I walked away with my pleasure had. I took what you hold dear and I took your championship. This game you’ve been playing for so long, this farce you’ve been portraying, I’ve exposed you. I’ve ripped away the curtain and now everyone sees exactly what you’re about. And Michael, it’s just going to come crashing down further from here..
This curse.. This curse touches everyone. And it effects everyone negatively. It changes people. Even people who think they are above it and are able to avoid it.[/b]
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Dear Mr. Schneider,
Dear Mr. Schneider, hey it’s me again, Justin. I don’t know if you got my last letter. There could’ve been a problem at the post office or something. Maybe the stamp fell off. I was really hoping you’d reply to it because I would’ve got a better grade if you had replied, but it’s ok.
I seen that you won the title at It’s Super Effective. My step dad let me order the Pay Per View. Congratulations! I knew you were going to win, because you’re the best in the federation, and you‘re much better than Kyzer. It’s a shame that Hutton Brown showed up and ruined your moment. I hope you get your revenge on him.
When are you going to be on Howard Stern? I heard it mentioned and my step dad said I could listen to it for your interview only, but I can’t find any information about it online. I’d really like to listen to this interview because I missed the last one. I only caught part of it on Youtube.
I heard about Kylie too and I’m sorry. My cousin Joey killed himself over some girl so I know how bad it feels to have someone you care about kill themselves. She’s in a better place now though.
I really just wanted to send you a second letter. I also included a photocopy of my first letter again, in case the first copy didn’t make it to you or something. I’d love a reply, maybe a signed picture? You’re the best man.
Sincerely,
Justin
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4/2/12 into 4/3/12
April Fools, Ashley.
I am back in my house, the house that I paid for, the house that I put my blood, sweat, and tears into the construction of. I have full custody of my daughter now, in my house. All because you decided to throw a fit and take off. So now, I lay in my new bed, newly upgraded to a king size bed because I’m not stuck in a tiny apartment any more, but rather a master bedroom in a $200,000 house. I’ve been drifting in and out of sleep, but there’s a certain level of excitement in me right now, because I’m not just laying here in this giant bed alone.
No, I’m laying in a brand new comfy king size Temperpedic bed, the most cozy bed on the market today, butt naked and snuggling with a girl I’ve wanted to f**k for eight years. I’ve wanted to give her the bone dance for all these years, but never could because she had a boyfriend, I was married, she had a fiancée, I had a girlfriend. She disappeared to god only knows where, I disappeared to Germany.. But now, I’ve got my arms wrapped around her, nuzzling the shoulder of my sleeping beauty as she slumbers. It’s times like this that make everything worth it.
I’m awaken from my doze what I think is minutes later, but since the bedside alarm clock says it’s now 3:43 AM, I’m assuming I actually fell asleep. The phone is ringing. Whoever is calling at 3:43 AM had better be in jail, dead, about to be in jail, or about to be dead. I clumsily answer the phone in my much less conscious state than I thought I was in.
Errrroh?
I don’t know why I sounded Asian in my slumber, but just roll with it. The voice on the other end is screaming and slurring words more than I am. A female voice, but not a comforting female voice.. More like a “get this dumb drunk bitch out of my bar” kind of voice. And it’s not Ashley either. She’s usually the only dumb drunk bitch that calls me at 4 in the morning screaming. She says my lover’s name several times, at which point I realize the call isn’t for me.
I poke my lover in the shoulder a couple of times, shaking her a bit to make her rise from her slumber. She groggily sits up. The moonlight that shines through the curtain reflects off her beautifully, showing her figure in a seductive, yet classy way. The type of image you see in art studios.
Telephone.. Drunk girl..
She answers the phone, almost as confused and caught off guard as I was. She forms the word “hello” much more effectively, though. She’s mostly just listening to the rambling on the other end, occasionally tossing in a half hearted “yes” or “ok”. I collapse back to my pillow in a heap. Her first real formed response comes after several minutes of listening.[/color]
Shut up for a second and listen to me. .. No seriously, shut up. It’s 4 AM, you’re drunk, and I’m tired. I’ll deal with this later.
She hangs up the phone and plops back down to her pillow with little grace, a similar diving plop as I had moments earlier.
Who was that?[/color]
My sister.
Your sister is an ass hole. What did she want?
My family is complicated.
You want to talk about it?
Not really.
Well, wake me up if you do.
I wrap my arm around her waist and snuggle up to her. She smells so good. Some of the best things are worth waiting for, even if the scenarios that create them aren‘t the most ideal ones. Even if what you want takes much longer than what you‘d want.. Even if it means falling to your lowest of lows before reaching your highest of highs.
The next morning comes far too soon, but those are the drawbacks of having a teenage daughter. They are cute when they are babies, sitting in the floor in a diaper playing with blocks, but when they are thirteen and angry and don‘t want to go to school, it makes you wish you had wore a condom AND pulled out.
Samantha is dragging her feet about eating her breakfast, taking very slow bites. My new found love angel made a delicious breakfast of turkey bacon, egg whites, wheat toast, and banana smoothies. It‘s nice to have a woman around the house who can not only cook, but can cook a meal that doesn‘t have ten thousand calories. Strike that. It‘s nice to have a woman around the house. I swallow my bite of bacon, then confront my dawdling daughter.
Samantha, eat your breakfast. You‘re going to miss the bus and I don‘t have time to drive you in today. I‘ve gotta meet Percy at the gym in an hour
You know, I remember when you were just a little thing.. No more than five or six..
And I remember when you had big fake tits and blonde hair, what’s new?
And we’re back to uncomfortable awkward silence, but at least now Samantha is eating. I think she’s eating just so she can get out of here. It won’t always be this awkward. She‘ll eventually turn to outward defiance.[/b]
You mind if I tag along to the gym? I don’t have any memberships out here or anything but could really use the workout.
Don’t you think you had enough of a workout last night?
Awkward pause..
The walls are thin. I don’t go to sleep at 7:30 any more.. Keep it down next time.. And really, who was calling at 4 this morning?
That was my sister, I’m sorry.
Yeah well.. The phone in my room is like, right next to my head.. So no sleeping through that.. But really.. You’re already getting phone calls here? You really pick winners don’t you, Dad? The suicidal homeless bum.. The nesting mid life crisis..
Sam, that’s more than enough. Finish your food and get going. We’ve got to get going soon too.
I’ll go pack a gym bag..
Babe, if you look in the closet in the bathroom, Kylie’s gym bag SHOULD be in there. I think that’s where Percy put it when moving crap. You can use her bag and towels and stuff if nothing else will fit.. She doesn’t really need it any more.. It’s all cleaned. We just did laundry the day before she took off.
Well, I’ll go try some stuff on, see if any of it fits..
Probably won’t. You don’t have a body like mine, like she did. Tiny little twig body and tits. Guess you aren’t a total perv, Dad. Once in a lifetime thing to bang a teenage girl?
I didn’t “bang” Kylie, and I’ve seriously had more than enough of your crap this morning, Samantha. Go get your shoes on. The bus will be here soon.
Whatever.
Samantha gets up and casually, carelessly throws her plate and silverware into the sink. This is why Ashley bought plastic plates.. It’s why I try to stick to paper plates.. Samantha heads towards the door, grabbing her book bag, putting her shoes on, and heading out the door without even a goodbye. I finish the last few bites of my food, then head upstairs to see if my lady needs any assistance.
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Hutton, you think you aren’t changed? That you didn’t get changed? I’ve got ears around, Hutton. I know you’ve got the voices in your head now, man. I know what’s going down. Before you tangled with me, before you got yourself mixed up with the curse, you were a fiery baby face and a generally good guy. Now, now you’re running around attacking people from behind because you’re tormented. Your body was broken and your mind still is. You think it’s just the physical injuries that cause people to step away? You think when your body isn’t broken that you can walk back into my arena and take what is mine? You think it’s just the blood that’s on my hands, the broken bones and mangled corpses that are the extent of my destruction?
Let me ask you, Hutton, who was one of the first victims that bit the curse worse than anyone? Who was the first person that really got my dander up? Johnny Knight. You know, Johnny Knight? Remember that name? The guy who was the future of the company? The guy who fucked with me, because he thought he could make a name off me? The guy who went completely fucking crazy? Who got himself killed, and is now off roaming somewhere in the middle east last I heard?
You think this is a fucking joke Hutton? I could have killed you. I think I’ve proven that with Michael Kyzer, twice now. I don’t kill people because I have mercy. You shouldn’t take it as a weakness. You have. You have taken this as a weakness rather than a mild compassion for humanity. And it’s going to cost you. Mother fucker it’s going to cost you. You think this is all a big game.. You think this curse is something I came up with off the top of my head and you think because you’re all full of piss and vinegar now that you can be the one to survive it. You won’t. You’re going to die now. Your life is going to end. I was fine with just ending your career, I was fine with putting you out of wrestling. At this point, I don’t want the National title and it’s a good thing, because you don’t have it. You don’t have it because you were too banged up from the last time you fucked with me to continue to defend that National title.
Think about this Hutton. Think about this good.. I put a snake in a box and gave it to you as a gift, knowing it’d bite you. I broke your arm. I dropped you on your head from the top of a ladder. And I did this for a championship and bragging rights. I did this for a championship I didn’t truly even want. I wanted it for a mark on my record. I wanted to be able to call myself a grand slam champion and I was fully intending to vacate the National title immediately after winning it. But you took that from me. You took that victory from me. You stole it. You stole from me with the hand that I broke. In the old days, if you were caught stealing, they’d cut your hand off.
Now Hutton Brown isn’t the only target I’ve got my eyes set on. No.. See, Michael Kyzer thinks, because he beat me five years ago, and I beat him five weeks ago.. Now we’ve got to have a stand off match, to see who is the very best between us. Because people don’t change, grow, and improve over time. People don’t gain new abilities and new strengths. You know, take a hiatus for, say.. Two years.. Go train in a new country.. Sharpen your skills? Michael. You and I will tangle again. And the results are going to be exactly the same. The Stone Messiah nailed to the proverbial cross..
This week.. This week I get my hands on another wet behind the ears greenhorn. Not the one I want. No, I don’t get Cam Nitta. Cam Nitta is doomed as far as I’m concerned. He can run on for a long time, but sooner or later, “God’s” gonna cut him down and in this world, I am God. Cam, I’ve wanted to test your will to survive since you stepped in this ring, and now.. Now you have the only piece I need for my IMMORTALITY. Trust me, ninja, you and I are going to tangle.. And the outcome is not going to be pretty.
But this week.. It’s not Cam Nitta. It’s not a guy I’ve asked ANYONE WHO WILL LISTEN TO ME to put me in the ring with, for a “friendly exhibition”, not to mention he‘s carrying the one thing that comes between me and immortality, a championship more valuable to me than the WFWF Heavyweight championship, because it cements my legacy forever. To anyone else.. It‘s the WFWF National title. To me, it‘s a WFWF Grand Slam Championship. They can‘t protect you forever, Cam...
And it’s not the guy I crippled and put out of the sport for several weeks, who then took it upon himself to show up and ruin one of the biggest moments of my career and steal my moment. No, Hutton Brown’s already got a date with destiny and they are already etching his tombstone with the date of Survival of the Fittest, because it doesn’t take Nostradamus or Miss Cleo to see Hutton Brown’s future..
This week, I’m not facing Michael Kyzer, either. The guy I had a bit of compassion for. Despite the fact he led someone I consider my best friend back down a path of depravity, despite the fact he took someone I admired a lot in this world, trained for this business that I make my living off of, and traveled with for several months in Kylie Olsen, and caused her to sink to a low depression through his own selfish actions that she TOOK HER OWN LIFE.. This week I’m not facing Michael Kyzer. Your date for doom isn’t etched in stone like Hutton’s Michael, but know that you and I are going to dance once more and this time, you aren’t going to have the option to do a stand up comedy routine with a midget afterwards.
This week I’m not facing Drakz, the right hand man of the aforementioned son of evil, and I’m not facing David Brennan, the low man on the totem pole in the kingdom of calamity. I’m not facing Trace Demon, though I’d like to smash his face once and for all so he couldn’t talk s**t any more. I’m not facing Ripp Jackson, the gung-ho up and comer who’s ducking me like I’ve got bird flu. Not taking on Raider, despite his desire to “rise the ranks”. Not facing Drake Elias, either. Wouldn’t make sense for someone who’s run the gauntlet, killed everyone in his path, to take on me? I am the Streak Destroyer Destroyer, afterall.
This week.. I‘m facing Mak Cross.. A man who‘s been setting the world on fire and leaving a trail of ashes behind him. A man who many within the company have pegged as the future of this company. You see, the higher ups in this company see the writing on the wall. They know Phillip Schneider‘s been doing this shit since 2004, that he‘s taken some really stupid bumps and can‘t walk half the time after wrestling and they know they can‘t build their company entirely on my shoulders. They know Kyzer‘s on his swan song, not because of his age, but because he‘s tangled up with the aforementioned near cripple, who tends to end the people he tangles with. The higher ups in this company realize they can‘t build the company on Raider‘s shoulders either, because who knows when Raider‘s going to pull another disappearing act for most of a decade..
Mak Cross is the future of this company. It‘s said in hushed tones by some, the respectful few who realize that to deem someone the future of the company, you must look over the present. You must look over the Raiders, the Michael Kyzers, the Hutton Browns, the …… Trace Demons.. And the Phillip Schneiders of the federation, the current breed, because to build something new, you must knock down what exists. To build a new building, you‘ve got to demolish the previous building on the site before laying brick one and to build a new star, you‘ve got to push aside an old star.
Unfortunately, someone in management didn‘t get this lesson. They passed Architect 101 and they passed with flying colors, but they missed the very first lesson. You don‘t bulldoze down a building before it‘s time. You don‘t try to smash through a building a few years after it was built, when it still meets your needs entirely. You don‘t push it down, because the taxpayers who paid to build that building will protest and frankly, there‘s no reason for a new building. You wait for the old building to crumble, until the point where anyone with eyes can see it‘s time to bulldoze down the old building and replace it. Right now in the WFWF, Thunder is that old building. Phillip Schneider is not.
So Mak, when we‘re staring across the ring on Loaded, and you‘ve got your little demolition hammer ready, stand back and ask yourself, is this really what you want to do? Is this really what you want to perpetuate? Because this could backfire in your face hard, Mak. You ever hit a trampoline with a sledgehammer? It bounces. It rebounds right back where it came from and hits you. I‘m trampoline guarded, Mak. Swing that shit. Let‘s watch it bounce and see hwo it takes out..
, Meg's here!". I'm REALLY proud of this, though, and didn't want to post it when I could post what I posted last week, and win the match. 
I dont know good luck 
