Post by cureforthesickness on Apr 12, 2007 3:19:46 GMT -5
What does life leave me? Where does my life go? Some guy who thinks he’s a priest is out to make my life a living hell. Perhaps he has a valid point. I did try to kill him. But it all has a reason. For every action, there is an equal, yet opposite reaction. Reverend Shadow stole my one big opportunity at the Heavyweight title, my destiny. Michael Kyzer was on top of his game and I was set to be his second in charge since Drakz is a drunk flaming worthless Brit, but Kyzer shot more cocaine than his sick body could handle and disappeared. Fuck Michael Kyzer. He left the world title for me. I had to go through a tournament to claim it. Calvin Lee. He’s a rock. He’s a lone, dirty, banged up rock. He’s a rock that no matter how hard you hit him, no matter how many times you destroy him, he just doesn’t go away. It’s almost like he’s CBT. Then I had Miguel. I’ve made my thoughts about Miguel clear many a times in the past. I destroyed Miguel in the tournament and then I killed him with a double stomp last week. Fuck Miguel. See you in CHIKARA, kid. Quack’ll beat you stupider. But Reverend.. The good Reverend.. The all mighty Reverend.. He was the final roadblock.. The all mighty Reverend.. Fuck Reverend.
My house is a disaster as of late. My clothes lay everywhere coated in various dirts and slimes of the world, but I’m too exhausted to pick them up. Tapes lay everywhere too, DVDs. Weird DVDs. DVDs I never thought I’d buy. Stuff I ordered online and forgot about. Best of ZMaster.. Why did I want that? It’s on the floor though, probably for good reason but my mind is too warped to remember. Drakz’s best hits and misses. Surely I had a good reason to pay my hard earned money for that one, but I don’t remember it. Forever enclosed in plastic wrap. Okay, here’s a good one. Here’s one I know why I bought. The Best of Cecil Caster. Cecil was a good man. Cecil wasn’t a dirty rat bastard. Cecil wouldn’t steal from you. Cecil had morals. Too bad Cecil was a petty little bitch who couldn’t figure out which way was up with a god damn road sign. I sit here on my bed wondering what the world presents to me. This room is really messed up. I need to clean this place. Fuck.. I’ll hire someone to clean this place. The TV is staring at me and is really starting to freak me out. I hit the power button and the news is on. There was a school bus crash. I love happy things. Fire and various carnage greets my eyes. I need cigarettes.. I stand up but my feet are woozily and throw me back down. What the fuck is going on.. I can’t hear anything. Am I awake? I think I’m awake.. I know I’m awake. My back is killing me. I think I have a god damn broken back after Rev’s gangbang army attacked me. Fuck Rev. Something’s pulling on my leg. Should I kick it?
Obo: Fuck.. Take whatever you want.. Go away..
My ears are greeted by my darling daughter. The sweet innocence that balances out my insanity. The Yin to my Yang. The peanut butter to my jelly. The barbs to my wire. She evens me out. She’s saying something but I’m not really listening. I can’t hear her really. She’s talking too quietly. I’ve been hit in the head too much, she needs to talk louder. Why the hell can’t I hear her?
Samantha: Drugs again daddy, I’m..
Obo: Talk louder!
Samantha: I’m hungry!! You hasn’t fixed dinner yet!!
I try to stand up again and I just fall back down. I don’t know why, but my balance is all messed up. The news is really funny tonight. Some guy went on a killing spree in a school. He’s blaming it on pop culture and music and all that ****. I hope he blames me. I’m a bad influence. Yep, there it is, violent wrestling. Too bad he didn’t name me by name, that would have been cool. Now what’s this kid want?
Samantha: Don’t even have to cook real food, just some mac and cheese, I’m weeeeeeeely hungry and I has pwe-school in the morning.. Mommy is gonna be weely mad if I don’t eat. You has to fly to wrestling in the morning..
Obo: Fuck wrestling.
Samantha: But we need money Daddy..
Obo: Fuck money..
Samantha: Are you awake now? Will you cook me some food?
Obo: Order a pizza..
I grab my phone and throw it in her direction. I miss. It hit’s the wall and explodes. You’d think they’d make those damn phones tougher. That’s like the fifth one I’ve broken this month.. She’s not leaving. You’d think the kid would know how to push some buttons and order some food, but I guess she’s intellectually- disabled or something. Pulling myself out of bed, I grab my other phone and order a pizza and collapse back into bed. I throw the kid a couple of twenties before I pass out once more.
The elderly Doctor Baldwin sits at his desk and pounds away at keys. A key to the left and a key to the right. Everything is in sync, perfectly precise typing, until a knock on the door is heard. The knock is gentle, almost non-existent, but through the near silence of the room, it’s still easily heard. Doctor Baldwin spins around in his chair, turning towards the door.
Baldwin: Come in..
The door cracks open slightly and a small girl squeezes through the crack. Sliding into clear view, she’s easily recognizable as Samantha, the daughter of Obo. Samantha walks into the room skittishly, fearing for the worst.
Baldwin: Samantha Schneider.. I’ve been expecting you. I’m Doctor Baldwin.
Samantha: I know who you are. You’re my daddy’s crazy doctor. He said I need to talk to you, because now I’m as nutty as him.
Baldwin: Your daddy is a very direct person. I’ve only known him for a short time, but I’ve grown pretty fond of him.
Samantha: He’s nice. He buys me lots of toys.
Baldwin: Your daddy loves you a lot.
Samantha: I know. So does my mommy..
Baldwin: What do you think of this whole situation with a new mommy?
Samantha: My daddy says it sucks, I kind of like it. Mommy is always really nice to me. She don’t like daddy much though.
Baldwin: So you like your mom?
Samantha: She’s nice, she put my hair in piggy tails, but daddy made me take my piggy tails out, because he said bad girl use piggy tails as handle bars, and I’m too little for handle bars.
Baldwin (chuckling, while trying to redirect the conversation): Your daddy said you needed to talk to me, about this wrestling thing. What do you think of it?
Samantha: I think he’s gonna get hurt.. He’s gonna hurt my new friend Jason too.. This wire thing is bad.. He had me watch a match with this wire.. They gets lots of boo-boos. He said he won’t get any boo-boos, because he’s Iron Man, but I know he’ll get lots of boo-boos, and Jason will get lots of boo-boos too. I’m bringing lots of band-aids.
Baldwin: You’re going to the show?
Samantha: Yeah, daddy said he didn’t want me to miss it. Said it’s something that will shape me forever. He said I get a pony if I watch it, and I like ponies.
Baldwin: Did your daddy bring you hear today?
Samantha: No, mommy did. Daddy is sick right now. Lots of bloody noses..
Baldwin (sighs to himself): Oh no..
Samantha: What?
Baldwin: Samantha, honey, could you step outside? Tell the lady at the desk I told you to come out there, and to give you a coloring book and some crayons. I’ll come get you in a couple of minutes. I have to make a phone call to your daddy.
Samantha: Don’t call his shell phone, he broke it again..
Sermon to Dane Christian
Dane Christian, my opponent for the week. Honestly, I have no fucking clue who you are. So you’re doing the house show thing right now. I’ve been there and done that. Go undefeated for like 6 months, then call me, maybe I’ll give a damn. You’re nothing to me. Last week, I used the phrase “a broken roadblock, something that won’t even slow me” but you’re less than that. You’re like, a pebble in the road. My car is going 90 on the freeway, and you’re a pebble in the middle of the road. Stop me, slow me down, nothing, you’re just going to get run over. Dane Christian, to me, you’re just Reverend. You’re another version of Reverend. When I look across the ring this week on FDS and see you, I’m only going to see Reverend Shadow. On one arm, he has the Heavyweight title, on the other, he has my sweet, innocent daughter. This week on FDS, I’m going to take both of those things from you, Dane Christian.
My house is a disaster as of late. My clothes lay everywhere coated in various dirts and slimes of the world, but I’m too exhausted to pick them up. Tapes lay everywhere too, DVDs. Weird DVDs. DVDs I never thought I’d buy. Stuff I ordered online and forgot about. Best of ZMaster.. Why did I want that? It’s on the floor though, probably for good reason but my mind is too warped to remember. Drakz’s best hits and misses. Surely I had a good reason to pay my hard earned money for that one, but I don’t remember it. Forever enclosed in plastic wrap. Okay, here’s a good one. Here’s one I know why I bought. The Best of Cecil Caster. Cecil was a good man. Cecil wasn’t a dirty rat bastard. Cecil wouldn’t steal from you. Cecil had morals. Too bad Cecil was a petty little bitch who couldn’t figure out which way was up with a god damn road sign. I sit here on my bed wondering what the world presents to me. This room is really messed up. I need to clean this place. Fuck.. I’ll hire someone to clean this place. The TV is staring at me and is really starting to freak me out. I hit the power button and the news is on. There was a school bus crash. I love happy things. Fire and various carnage greets my eyes. I need cigarettes.. I stand up but my feet are woozily and throw me back down. What the fuck is going on.. I can’t hear anything. Am I awake? I think I’m awake.. I know I’m awake. My back is killing me. I think I have a god damn broken back after Rev’s gangbang army attacked me. Fuck Rev. Something’s pulling on my leg. Should I kick it?
Obo: Fuck.. Take whatever you want.. Go away..
My ears are greeted by my darling daughter. The sweet innocence that balances out my insanity. The Yin to my Yang. The peanut butter to my jelly. The barbs to my wire. She evens me out. She’s saying something but I’m not really listening. I can’t hear her really. She’s talking too quietly. I’ve been hit in the head too much, she needs to talk louder. Why the hell can’t I hear her?
Samantha: Drugs again daddy, I’m..
Obo: Talk louder!
Samantha: I’m hungry!! You hasn’t fixed dinner yet!!
I try to stand up again and I just fall back down. I don’t know why, but my balance is all messed up. The news is really funny tonight. Some guy went on a killing spree in a school. He’s blaming it on pop culture and music and all that ****. I hope he blames me. I’m a bad influence. Yep, there it is, violent wrestling. Too bad he didn’t name me by name, that would have been cool. Now what’s this kid want?
Samantha: Don’t even have to cook real food, just some mac and cheese, I’m weeeeeeeely hungry and I has pwe-school in the morning.. Mommy is gonna be weely mad if I don’t eat. You has to fly to wrestling in the morning..
Obo: Fuck wrestling.
Samantha: But we need money Daddy..
Obo: Fuck money..
Samantha: Are you awake now? Will you cook me some food?
Obo: Order a pizza..
I grab my phone and throw it in her direction. I miss. It hit’s the wall and explodes. You’d think they’d make those damn phones tougher. That’s like the fifth one I’ve broken this month.. She’s not leaving. You’d think the kid would know how to push some buttons and order some food, but I guess she’s intellectually- disabled or something. Pulling myself out of bed, I grab my other phone and order a pizza and collapse back into bed. I throw the kid a couple of twenties before I pass out once more.
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The elderly Doctor Baldwin sits at his desk and pounds away at keys. A key to the left and a key to the right. Everything is in sync, perfectly precise typing, until a knock on the door is heard. The knock is gentle, almost non-existent, but through the near silence of the room, it’s still easily heard. Doctor Baldwin spins around in his chair, turning towards the door.
Baldwin: Come in..
The door cracks open slightly and a small girl squeezes through the crack. Sliding into clear view, she’s easily recognizable as Samantha, the daughter of Obo. Samantha walks into the room skittishly, fearing for the worst.
Baldwin: Samantha Schneider.. I’ve been expecting you. I’m Doctor Baldwin.
Samantha: I know who you are. You’re my daddy’s crazy doctor. He said I need to talk to you, because now I’m as nutty as him.
Baldwin: Your daddy is a very direct person. I’ve only known him for a short time, but I’ve grown pretty fond of him.
Samantha: He’s nice. He buys me lots of toys.
Baldwin: Your daddy loves you a lot.
Samantha: I know. So does my mommy..
Baldwin: What do you think of this whole situation with a new mommy?
Samantha: My daddy says it sucks, I kind of like it. Mommy is always really nice to me. She don’t like daddy much though.
Baldwin: So you like your mom?
Samantha: She’s nice, she put my hair in piggy tails, but daddy made me take my piggy tails out, because he said bad girl use piggy tails as handle bars, and I’m too little for handle bars.
Baldwin (chuckling, while trying to redirect the conversation): Your daddy said you needed to talk to me, about this wrestling thing. What do you think of it?
Samantha: I think he’s gonna get hurt.. He’s gonna hurt my new friend Jason too.. This wire thing is bad.. He had me watch a match with this wire.. They gets lots of boo-boos. He said he won’t get any boo-boos, because he’s Iron Man, but I know he’ll get lots of boo-boos, and Jason will get lots of boo-boos too. I’m bringing lots of band-aids.
Baldwin: You’re going to the show?
Samantha: Yeah, daddy said he didn’t want me to miss it. Said it’s something that will shape me forever. He said I get a pony if I watch it, and I like ponies.
Baldwin: Did your daddy bring you hear today?
Samantha: No, mommy did. Daddy is sick right now. Lots of bloody noses..
Baldwin (sighs to himself): Oh no..
Samantha: What?
Baldwin: Samantha, honey, could you step outside? Tell the lady at the desk I told you to come out there, and to give you a coloring book and some crayons. I’ll come get you in a couple of minutes. I have to make a phone call to your daddy.
Samantha: Don’t call his shell phone, he broke it again..
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Sermon to Dane Christian
Dane Christian, my opponent for the week. Honestly, I have no fucking clue who you are. So you’re doing the house show thing right now. I’ve been there and done that. Go undefeated for like 6 months, then call me, maybe I’ll give a damn. You’re nothing to me. Last week, I used the phrase “a broken roadblock, something that won’t even slow me” but you’re less than that. You’re like, a pebble in the road. My car is going 90 on the freeway, and you’re a pebble in the middle of the road. Stop me, slow me down, nothing, you’re just going to get run over. Dane Christian, to me, you’re just Reverend. You’re another version of Reverend. When I look across the ring this week on FDS and see you, I’m only going to see Reverend Shadow. On one arm, he has the Heavyweight title, on the other, he has my sweet, innocent daughter. This week on FDS, I’m going to take both of those things from you, Dane Christian.
