Post by tobeornottobe on Dec 20, 2006 20:50:23 GMT -5
My eyes abruptly open. The first thing I do is scan along the beige walls of my bedroom from a horizontal view. I look over across from where I lie and see my oak dresser. The plasma screen that sits on top of it displays a cozy winter fire and has the sound of wood snapping, cracking and popping. The cold, icy wind from outside bashes against the window over on the left side of the room. All the more reason to make it seem like Christmas is right around the corner.
I start thinking about how great of a gift the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship would be. Ever since I had been notified that I was going to take part in this World Heavyweight Championship tournament at Crimson Existence, I have been acting hyper and I just can't stop. It is amazing how just one year ago I was everybody's favorite Mexican jobber, and now I have grown as a respected superstar and I have now grown to be insanely over.
The World Heavyweight title around my waist and the WFWF being carried on my back would be the greatest gift ever. It would surpass all the nice button downed shirts. It would surpass the elegant silk ties and Italian suits. It would surpass the expenses of all the PS3s, X-BOX 360s and Nintendo Wiis. It would be the ultimate Christmas gift that just keeps on giving and it would all be mine!
Just the thought of all this made me leap out of my bead. Sparks flew from my feet as if bottle rockets had shot me into the air. My feet took a soft landing on to the furry white carpet. I lifted my arms high up and arched my back back wards until I heard a most satisfying crack. I then let out an enormous yawn that echoed through the room.
I walked over to the dresser where the t.v. sits and I pressed the power button on top to turn it off. I then walked a little over and went out to the hallway from the doorway on my right. The fuzzy carpet abruptly disappeared from below me and a hard, cold and dull wood storms takes it's place. It was foolish of me to not get my slippers before leaving the room, but I found myself at the top of the stairs already, down the hall. I felt too hungry to turn around and go get them, so I just went down the stairs and started my quest to the kitchen.
With one hand on the cold rail and one hand across my shirtless stomach, I made my way down the stairs. I immediately walk through the doorway on my left. To my surprise I saw my dear, sweet love, Allison over at the dinner table on the far end of the room, sitting down with napkins scattered around the table, an ashtray in front of her, a cigarette in between her index and middle fingers and tears streaming down her eyes. I stop at the doorway and think to myself,
"I wonder what happened now?"
I just stare at her and she stares back. Her eyes stare deeply back at me. Her nose red like Rudolf the reindeer. She takes occasional puffs of the cigarette and just stares at me in disgust. The ashes fall on her pink robe and I wanted to say something about it, but I was thinking about why she was angry with me. Then I found a reason.
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{..:: Flashback ::..}
I've not been home for about five days. I received my paycheck from work last Wednesday and from there, I felt like getting a little "action". It was about 10 or 11 o'clock last Wednesday. I remember packing up my stuff after the Felo-de-Se show. CBT and Reverend were calling everybody into the office to receive their checks and their Christmas Bonus. I remember being called up from the lockeroom. I had already been packed up and ready to go for a while now, I was just waiting for the call so I can get my **** and leave. CBT called me in his office. I put my suitcase down on the bench next to Yukio Blaze. Now I've known Yukio for a long time. He's a good guy and I know he won't steal my stuff, but just in case, I put a lock on my things. You can never be too careful. So I walked down the hall and CBT was standing right in the doorway of his office. He walked in as he saw me coming and said
"Shut the door"
He went and sat back at his desk and began to rant about how I started f*****g up on the job and all that. Who cares...I was just in there to get my **** and get the f**k home. So then he actually says something that has meaning for once. He told me that I was going to be in a tournament for the World title starting at Crimson Existence. He told me I was supposed to face Yukio and all that crap. So I just nod continuously so he can shut the f**k up and so I can get my check and bonus and leave. So about 15 minutes of ranting later, he gives me my envelope and tells me to get the f**k out of his office. I stuff the envelope in my pocket and get the f**k out. So, what do I do after that? I jet out of the building with my stuff and head out to the parking lot. I go right over the the black elantra over in isle 9.
I throw my suitcase into the back seat and rush over to the driver seat. I get in quick and turn on the ignition. I pull the envelope out of my pocket and and open it up. To my surprise, I saw allot more cash than what I was expecting. I won't give an exact amount, but it was allot of cash. A smile stretched ear to ear for me. I then rush into the glove compartment over on the passengers side and pull out one of the small bottles of pills that I stole from that drug dealer a couple of weeks ago. I had been trying to remain clean ever since then, but this was too good of a time to not get high on something. I then hear banging on my window and guess who I see? None other than the Random Hero himself. I get so shook, I drop the bottle right in the ashtray right my the dashboard. I roll down the window to talk to the guy and he just looks over with a smile on his face. The first thing I say to him is
"What do you want?"
"Chill Migsy", he replied. "I just wanted to say good luck in our match at Crimson Existence"
"The what? Oh yeah...Well...Good luck to you too"
I then pull out of my parking space and drive out of the lot. The last images I see of the guy is him waving me bye and yelling out "Good Luck". I just drive off because basically, I want to hurry up and have some fun. So, I drive down the nearest highway and then get off on some exit called, "The Strip". I ask myself if maybe I will find strippers or even better, hookers, over there. Sounds like a sweet deal! I stop at a red light and then reach over to the back seat of the car. I grab a water bottle that is about halfway full. I then get back up and search around the whole front looking for those damn pills. I find them over by the ashtray. I pop the cap open and take like two of those suckers out. I don't know exactly what it is, but it must be good. I then put the cap back on the little bottle and stuff it back in the glove compartment. I put the two pills in my mouth and twist the cap of the water bottle open. I take a huge gulp and then chuck the rest of it out the window. Some guy gets hit with it and yells out HEY! I just look back out at him and flip him off and drive off.
So, I'm driving down some street and I see some whores on the street corner. I just stop by the corner and pull down the passenger's window. One girl with curly as hell, strawberry blond hair walks up to the window, crosses her arms and bends over to look in. She has lots of make up that consists of like two pounds of blush, lipstick, and eye shadow on, a mesh sweater with a pink bra under it, a very short skirt that shows her bright yellow panties, some long fishnet stockings, tall black boots and to complete the look, multiple hickeys and sores around her face and neck area. I'm too high and careless at this point to give a damn how she looks. I just wanna get laid.
"What do ya need, Hun?" She says.
"Sex mixed with some more sex with some sex on the side with some sex on top. Better yet, we make a sexy time and you get a good night with a real WFWF Superstar, Miguel Sanchez? No need to tell me your name or anything, just hop in, show me to a cheap motel, order some liquor and we are going to have a very nice time." I reply.
My reply had her look stunned. She was reluctant at first, but then she hopped in. She directed me to the most sleazy and cheap hotel I have ever seen in my life. We drove into the parking lot and all we saw as like two or three cars. We rushed out of the car...Wait backup....Oh yeah..I gave her some of the pills and she told me that it was like top of the line Ecstasy or something like that. Who cares. So, anyway we walk up to the front door and walk in. Beer bottles cover the cheap plastic tiles on the ground. The flowered wallpaper is almost completely peeled off. Roaches storm across the floor at the sight of humans. We walk up to the desk across from us and we see a fat, old guy passed out drunk. What do I do here? I just go behind the desk, grab some keys and we make our way to the room that the key says on it.
To make a long story short, I have been having sex with hookers, getting high, getting drunk and wasting all of my money for five days straight. I just got home earlier tonight and Allison wasn't even at the house. I still don't know what the hell I did wrong...After like...10 no.....3 minutes of thinking and reminiscing on such an awesome yet, horrible week I had, I still can't find the answer.
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I snap back to reality and see Allison still staring back at me. I slowly walk over to the table and take a seat across from her.
"What's up?" I asked her. As you can see, I am sober as a judge at this point. I don't like looking at her with a smile on my face, but I can't help it.
"What's Up? That's all you have to say?! I have been sitting her for five days, Miguel! Five days! I have been worried sick about you! What did you do? You didn't call me, you didn't tell me when you were coming home, you didn't do anything!", replied.
"So?"
"So?! You are unf**king believable, do you know that?! I know everything now.
"Allison! You know nothing okay! You don't know a damn thing about what is going on here!"
"Yes I do, Miguel! I know about everything! The sex, the lies, the drugs, the alcohol, I know everything! You are the biggest piece of **** I have ever set eyes on! So what have you been doing, huh?! What, you just went on a wild week, drinking and smoking and shooting and having sex with prostitutes!?"
"No! I didn't I don't know where you are getting all of this false information, but trust me, I did not smoke! At all!"
She let out a loud yell and rushed up from her seat and stomped through the kitchen door and rushed up the stairs. Of course I followed her because I didn't want her to win the argument. She rushed up the stairs in anger and I just stood at the bottom yelling out to her.
"Who told you about all of that?! Was it Yukio Blaze?! I know how close you two have been over the years! Oh yeah and just to let you know, I am going to face Yukio for my future world belt at Crimson Existence! Yeah, that's right! I don't need to cry over you anymore, Allison! You are nothing but the dead wet fish I sleep next to every f*****g night! I don't need you! I don't need anybody! I'm out of here!"
I walked over to the front door across the room. I grabbed my car keys from the rack and grabbed my coat from the coat hanger. I put it on violently and slipped into my snow boots next to the door. I open the front door vigorously and step through. I slam it hard so that the sound can echo through the house. I stomp my way down my front lawn and over to my elantra. I walk over to the driver's side and step in. I turn on the ignition and slam the door. I drive off the block with the loud screech of the tires booming through the street.
As I drive I think of many things. Particularly that match with Yukio Blaze. I really need to focus on that. I can't have that argument with Allison take over my mind. I really need to focus on the task at hand. I need to get the big W over this guy just like I did in the argument. I was a big winner thought those five days I spent away from home and at Crimson Existence, I will be a big winner again. The way I see it, I don't really care about trying to please the lord anymore. The lord can kiss my ass. But how is Yukio going to beat a man with nothing to lose but everything to gain? Aha! That is the question that needs to be answered. That is the problem Blaze is going to have to find a solution for. I can see those bright lights now. I can see it all ahead. I doubt I'm overshooting everything here because of the simple fact that I may have a lower social popularity than Yukio, but he definitely can't be somebody that has the mentality to pull out all the stops. He has no chance of beating me. Defeating him will be my early Christmas gift and the the World Belt is the first thing on the list. Why give a f**k about being naughty or nice anyway? Live just f**ks you over till you give up and cut your wrists and that will never be an option for me.
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FINI start thinking about how great of a gift the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship would be. Ever since I had been notified that I was going to take part in this World Heavyweight Championship tournament at Crimson Existence, I have been acting hyper and I just can't stop. It is amazing how just one year ago I was everybody's favorite Mexican jobber, and now I have grown as a respected superstar and I have now grown to be insanely over.
The World Heavyweight title around my waist and the WFWF being carried on my back would be the greatest gift ever. It would surpass all the nice button downed shirts. It would surpass the elegant silk ties and Italian suits. It would surpass the expenses of all the PS3s, X-BOX 360s and Nintendo Wiis. It would be the ultimate Christmas gift that just keeps on giving and it would all be mine!
Just the thought of all this made me leap out of my bead. Sparks flew from my feet as if bottle rockets had shot me into the air. My feet took a soft landing on to the furry white carpet. I lifted my arms high up and arched my back back wards until I heard a most satisfying crack. I then let out an enormous yawn that echoed through the room.
I walked over to the dresser where the t.v. sits and I pressed the power button on top to turn it off. I then walked a little over and went out to the hallway from the doorway on my right. The fuzzy carpet abruptly disappeared from below me and a hard, cold and dull wood storms takes it's place. It was foolish of me to not get my slippers before leaving the room, but I found myself at the top of the stairs already, down the hall. I felt too hungry to turn around and go get them, so I just went down the stairs and started my quest to the kitchen.
With one hand on the cold rail and one hand across my shirtless stomach, I made my way down the stairs. I immediately walk through the doorway on my left. To my surprise I saw my dear, sweet love, Allison over at the dinner table on the far end of the room, sitting down with napkins scattered around the table, an ashtray in front of her, a cigarette in between her index and middle fingers and tears streaming down her eyes. I stop at the doorway and think to myself,
"I wonder what happened now?"
I just stare at her and she stares back. Her eyes stare deeply back at me. Her nose red like Rudolf the reindeer. She takes occasional puffs of the cigarette and just stares at me in disgust. The ashes fall on her pink robe and I wanted to say something about it, but I was thinking about why she was angry with me. Then I found a reason.
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{..:: Flashback ::..}
I've not been home for about five days. I received my paycheck from work last Wednesday and from there, I felt like getting a little "action". It was about 10 or 11 o'clock last Wednesday. I remember packing up my stuff after the Felo-de-Se show. CBT and Reverend were calling everybody into the office to receive their checks and their Christmas Bonus. I remember being called up from the lockeroom. I had already been packed up and ready to go for a while now, I was just waiting for the call so I can get my **** and leave. CBT called me in his office. I put my suitcase down on the bench next to Yukio Blaze. Now I've known Yukio for a long time. He's a good guy and I know he won't steal my stuff, but just in case, I put a lock on my things. You can never be too careful. So I walked down the hall and CBT was standing right in the doorway of his office. He walked in as he saw me coming and said
"Shut the door"
He went and sat back at his desk and began to rant about how I started f*****g up on the job and all that. Who cares...I was just in there to get my **** and get the f**k home. So then he actually says something that has meaning for once. He told me that I was going to be in a tournament for the World title starting at Crimson Existence. He told me I was supposed to face Yukio and all that crap. So I just nod continuously so he can shut the f**k up and so I can get my check and bonus and leave. So about 15 minutes of ranting later, he gives me my envelope and tells me to get the f**k out of his office. I stuff the envelope in my pocket and get the f**k out. So, what do I do after that? I jet out of the building with my stuff and head out to the parking lot. I go right over the the black elantra over in isle 9.
I throw my suitcase into the back seat and rush over to the driver seat. I get in quick and turn on the ignition. I pull the envelope out of my pocket and and open it up. To my surprise, I saw allot more cash than what I was expecting. I won't give an exact amount, but it was allot of cash. A smile stretched ear to ear for me. I then rush into the glove compartment over on the passengers side and pull out one of the small bottles of pills that I stole from that drug dealer a couple of weeks ago. I had been trying to remain clean ever since then, but this was too good of a time to not get high on something. I then hear banging on my window and guess who I see? None other than the Random Hero himself. I get so shook, I drop the bottle right in the ashtray right my the dashboard. I roll down the window to talk to the guy and he just looks over with a smile on his face. The first thing I say to him is
"What do you want?"
"Chill Migsy", he replied. "I just wanted to say good luck in our match at Crimson Existence"
"The what? Oh yeah...Well...Good luck to you too"
I then pull out of my parking space and drive out of the lot. The last images I see of the guy is him waving me bye and yelling out "Good Luck". I just drive off because basically, I want to hurry up and have some fun. So, I drive down the nearest highway and then get off on some exit called, "The Strip". I ask myself if maybe I will find strippers or even better, hookers, over there. Sounds like a sweet deal! I stop at a red light and then reach over to the back seat of the car. I grab a water bottle that is about halfway full. I then get back up and search around the whole front looking for those damn pills. I find them over by the ashtray. I pop the cap open and take like two of those suckers out. I don't know exactly what it is, but it must be good. I then put the cap back on the little bottle and stuff it back in the glove compartment. I put the two pills in my mouth and twist the cap of the water bottle open. I take a huge gulp and then chuck the rest of it out the window. Some guy gets hit with it and yells out HEY! I just look back out at him and flip him off and drive off.
So, I'm driving down some street and I see some whores on the street corner. I just stop by the corner and pull down the passenger's window. One girl with curly as hell, strawberry blond hair walks up to the window, crosses her arms and bends over to look in. She has lots of make up that consists of like two pounds of blush, lipstick, and eye shadow on, a mesh sweater with a pink bra under it, a very short skirt that shows her bright yellow panties, some long fishnet stockings, tall black boots and to complete the look, multiple hickeys and sores around her face and neck area. I'm too high and careless at this point to give a damn how she looks. I just wanna get laid.
"What do ya need, Hun?" She says.
"Sex mixed with some more sex with some sex on the side with some sex on top. Better yet, we make a sexy time and you get a good night with a real WFWF Superstar, Miguel Sanchez? No need to tell me your name or anything, just hop in, show me to a cheap motel, order some liquor and we are going to have a very nice time." I reply.
My reply had her look stunned. She was reluctant at first, but then she hopped in. She directed me to the most sleazy and cheap hotel I have ever seen in my life. We drove into the parking lot and all we saw as like two or three cars. We rushed out of the car...Wait backup....Oh yeah..I gave her some of the pills and she told me that it was like top of the line Ecstasy or something like that. Who cares. So, anyway we walk up to the front door and walk in. Beer bottles cover the cheap plastic tiles on the ground. The flowered wallpaper is almost completely peeled off. Roaches storm across the floor at the sight of humans. We walk up to the desk across from us and we see a fat, old guy passed out drunk. What do I do here? I just go behind the desk, grab some keys and we make our way to the room that the key says on it.
To make a long story short, I have been having sex with hookers, getting high, getting drunk and wasting all of my money for five days straight. I just got home earlier tonight and Allison wasn't even at the house. I still don't know what the hell I did wrong...After like...10 no.....3 minutes of thinking and reminiscing on such an awesome yet, horrible week I had, I still can't find the answer.
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I snap back to reality and see Allison still staring back at me. I slowly walk over to the table and take a seat across from her.
"What's up?" I asked her. As you can see, I am sober as a judge at this point. I don't like looking at her with a smile on my face, but I can't help it.
"What's Up? That's all you have to say?! I have been sitting her for five days, Miguel! Five days! I have been worried sick about you! What did you do? You didn't call me, you didn't tell me when you were coming home, you didn't do anything!", replied.
"So?"
"So?! You are unf**king believable, do you know that?! I know everything now.
"Allison! You know nothing okay! You don't know a damn thing about what is going on here!"
"Yes I do, Miguel! I know about everything! The sex, the lies, the drugs, the alcohol, I know everything! You are the biggest piece of **** I have ever set eyes on! So what have you been doing, huh?! What, you just went on a wild week, drinking and smoking and shooting and having sex with prostitutes!?"
"No! I didn't I don't know where you are getting all of this false information, but trust me, I did not smoke! At all!"
She let out a loud yell and rushed up from her seat and stomped through the kitchen door and rushed up the stairs. Of course I followed her because I didn't want her to win the argument. She rushed up the stairs in anger and I just stood at the bottom yelling out to her.
"Who told you about all of that?! Was it Yukio Blaze?! I know how close you two have been over the years! Oh yeah and just to let you know, I am going to face Yukio for my future world belt at Crimson Existence! Yeah, that's right! I don't need to cry over you anymore, Allison! You are nothing but the dead wet fish I sleep next to every f*****g night! I don't need you! I don't need anybody! I'm out of here!"
I walked over to the front door across the room. I grabbed my car keys from the rack and grabbed my coat from the coat hanger. I put it on violently and slipped into my snow boots next to the door. I open the front door vigorously and step through. I slam it hard so that the sound can echo through the house. I stomp my way down my front lawn and over to my elantra. I walk over to the driver's side and step in. I turn on the ignition and slam the door. I drive off the block with the loud screech of the tires booming through the street.
As I drive I think of many things. Particularly that match with Yukio Blaze. I really need to focus on that. I can't have that argument with Allison take over my mind. I really need to focus on the task at hand. I need to get the big W over this guy just like I did in the argument. I was a big winner thought those five days I spent away from home and at Crimson Existence, I will be a big winner again. The way I see it, I don't really care about trying to please the lord anymore. The lord can kiss my ass. But how is Yukio going to beat a man with nothing to lose but everything to gain? Aha! That is the question that needs to be answered. That is the problem Blaze is going to have to find a solution for. I can see those bright lights now. I can see it all ahead. I doubt I'm overshooting everything here because of the simple fact that I may have a lower social popularity than Yukio, but he definitely can't be somebody that has the mentality to pull out all the stops. He has no chance of beating me. Defeating him will be my early Christmas gift and the the World Belt is the first thing on the list. Why give a f**k about being naughty or nice anyway? Live just f**ks you over till you give up and cut your wrists and that will never be an option for me.
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EDIT: Oppsy...For got to add the FIN at the bottem
