Post by CBT on Sept 27, 2007 22:57:27 GMT -5
"Small Claims Court"
It's 10:23 in the evening and I'm typing like I've got every reason to be care free. Every reason to move forward, but I'm lying to myself. I feel like a complete failure.
I've lost many times in my career, it's no new feeling. I've never been big on it but those losses do exist. I don't get an urge to reclaim victory over everyone who defeats me, but this time I just dunno.
Don't get me wrong, I still see things as they are. A rematch isn't in the giddy-up, and I've gotta move on from here.
But I could just aswell be tired, and belief the bullshit in which I move my mouth in particular motion to make it easier to spew out... I once again find myself in a position where I really don't care
This is not a good time, not a good time at all.
You may think one chapter has ended, and another is about to begin, but you're wrong. You see, you gotta look at things alittle closer. Watch them evolve, they will always surprise you.
Patience is a virtue, it truly is, but to understand that virtue you must leave yourself open to anything and everything you can not prepare for.
You think your ready? You're in no position to decide, because there is no hiding from the visual you will soon be exposed to.
A broken man or maybe he just needs a new purpose. Kind of left in shambles for everyone elses amusement. Is this what you consider "getting yours"?
A thirst for success is never tasted, like a cup passed from hand to hand, but spilled before you can even take a sip. That's what we work so hard to get?
There's no secret why you're here. You wanna see a great man in lesser state, given no time recover or resuscitate, and well you'll get what you crave just not quite the way you'd like it to be.
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Cops are on the scene, but it is no surprise really, we are just outside the PSB; Public Safety Building. However the real eye-opener is what can be seen through the plate-glass windows. As world re known, and locally beloved wrestler, Tha CBT seems to be causing a scene at the reception desk but for yet to be determined reasons, so we move in for a better perspective.
CBT: So, let me get this straight, you're telling me I can't bring a moral proceeding to this court?
Receptionist: No it's just, your not being reasonable. What exactly are you trying claim, what essentially are you trying to gain from the courts stepping in, there's so much you've yet to tell me, Mr Walker.
CBT: My claim is that WFWF doesn't have a damn clue what to do with me. If I was still owner, I'd probably be overrated by now. But I'm thrown into meaningless matches with absolutely nothing to gain, to the point I'm being robbed and short-changed of what I'm worth and very well deserving of.
Receptionist: Yeah well...
CBT: Don't interrupt me. I could very well shut my mouth if I chose to, and ignore the situation, but you see my claims almost exceed small. Because this week I'm put into a volatile situation against 3 men who could very well gain up and beat me down, and I get nothing out of this.
Receptionist: Ok, Go on.
Like I said, I'm a victim in all this. As my only source of escape is a guy who could very well unleash anger upon me, that may well be all to deserving.
Than there's two guys who I've wronged in the past that could easily see this as the opportunity to turn their luck.
I guess the very least I can request is to settle out of court
Receptionist: You are kidding, right?
CBT: I wish I was
It's 10:23 in the evening and I'm typing like I've got every reason to be care free. Every reason to move forward, but I'm lying to myself. I feel like a complete failure.
I've lost many times in my career, it's no new feeling. I've never been big on it but those losses do exist. I don't get an urge to reclaim victory over everyone who defeats me, but this time I just dunno.
Don't get me wrong, I still see things as they are. A rematch isn't in the giddy-up, and I've gotta move on from here.
But I could just aswell be tired, and belief the bullshit in which I move my mouth in particular motion to make it easier to spew out... I once again find myself in a position where I really don't care
This is not a good time, not a good time at all.
You may think one chapter has ended, and another is about to begin, but you're wrong. You see, you gotta look at things alittle closer. Watch them evolve, they will always surprise you.
Patience is a virtue, it truly is, but to understand that virtue you must leave yourself open to anything and everything you can not prepare for.
You think your ready? You're in no position to decide, because there is no hiding from the visual you will soon be exposed to.
A broken man or maybe he just needs a new purpose. Kind of left in shambles for everyone elses amusement. Is this what you consider "getting yours"?
A thirst for success is never tasted, like a cup passed from hand to hand, but spilled before you can even take a sip. That's what we work so hard to get?
There's no secret why you're here. You wanna see a great man in lesser state, given no time recover or resuscitate, and well you'll get what you crave just not quite the way you'd like it to be.
__________________________________
Cops are on the scene, but it is no surprise really, we are just outside the PSB; Public Safety Building. However the real eye-opener is what can be seen through the plate-glass windows. As world re known, and locally beloved wrestler, Tha CBT seems to be causing a scene at the reception desk but for yet to be determined reasons, so we move in for a better perspective.
CBT: So, let me get this straight, you're telling me I can't bring a moral proceeding to this court?
Receptionist: No it's just, your not being reasonable. What exactly are you trying claim, what essentially are you trying to gain from the courts stepping in, there's so much you've yet to tell me, Mr Walker.
CBT: My claim is that WFWF doesn't have a damn clue what to do with me. If I was still owner, I'd probably be overrated by now. But I'm thrown into meaningless matches with absolutely nothing to gain, to the point I'm being robbed and short-changed of what I'm worth and very well deserving of.
Receptionist: Yeah well...
CBT: Don't interrupt me. I could very well shut my mouth if I chose to, and ignore the situation, but you see my claims almost exceed small. Because this week I'm put into a volatile situation against 3 men who could very well gain up and beat me down, and I get nothing out of this.
Receptionist: Ok, Go on.
Like I said, I'm a victim in all this. As my only source of escape is a guy who could very well unleash anger upon me, that may well be all to deserving.
Than there's two guys who I've wronged in the past that could easily see this as the opportunity to turn their luck.
I guess the very least I can request is to settle out of court
Receptionist: You are kidding, right?
CBT: I wish I was
OOC: UGH! So the most I can say is this is a step down from SOTF.
I honestly had no intention of roleplaying this week, not as a no-show, but prior to a card or any of that. I've had all week to try and write something, but not a damn idea of where to go came to me, and I hate rehashing ideas. So this ended up being a last resort rp.
