Post by cureforthesickness on May 27, 2007 18:20:19 GMT -5
Life’s a bitch and then you marry one..[/I]
Why is it always night today
So many years not right today
Why am I so uptight today
When the paranoia's all I got left?
I sit in my office feeling like I just got hit by a truck. Paperwork stacks up but I don’t care. I don’t know where all this paperwork comes from. Stacks of papers, mountains of paper.. It’s a small business and I have a secretary, yet the mountains of paper never end. Between that and wrestling tapes, my office is a constant mess. No one uses DVDs.. It’s crazy. I sit here on my couch just chilling out. In my lap sits the WFWF championship, so pretty.. So majestic.. So shiny.. The gold, glistening in the light.. My blood, staining the leather.. Really, why have something like a title belt if you can’t bleed like a son of a bitch on it.. My life seems to be passing me by. WFWF is evolving around me. My personal life is in self destruct mode. My little girl looked at me the other day and told me I was changing.. My phone is ringing. Ringing and vibrating. Why is it vibrating too? Shouldn’t it only be ringing? That’s weird.. Out of my pocket the phone comes. I don’t recognize that number, but I answer it anyways..
Hey..
A voice echoes from the other end. It’s a familiar voice, but I can’t identify it..
How you been doing?
Not bad.. Who is this?
It’s Chrissy. Chris told me to call you.. Said your ex-wife needs someone to beat her ass or something..
I just laugh. I’m not sure if that was sarcasm, or if she’s just legit crazy.. Part of me wishes for the latter.
Hello?
I’m here.. How you been doing? It’s been a long time since we’ve just sat around and bullshitted..
Yeah.. We used to just hang all the time.. (pause) I used to have such a crush on you.. But you were Ashley’s boyfriend.. (pause) How’s your daughter?
She’s cool.. So what’s this about a crush?
Jeez, that was smooth..
I don’t know.. Just a kid thing I guess. Girl sees older guy.. Older guy is always around.. Other than Chris, I never really had any guys in my life. I always used to dream that we’d just sit on my steps and kiss for hours..
I just laugh.
I know, it’s silly..
You’re beautiful..
Fuck.. Did I just say that out loud…What the hell is wrong with me? I’m just a total spaz all of a sudden..
You wanna go get a beer or something later?
I’d like that.. Six sound good?
How about nine?
Subliminal messages rule.. *click*
Crazy bitches.. Why do I always attract to them? Magnets and metal or some shit..
More songs about 666 and cocaine.[/I]
A darkened and damp basement surrounds, slightly moistened cardboard boxes sit on the floor, climbing high towards the ceiling, some with labels, some without. These boxes seem to be on everything. The floor, the pool table, the pinball machine in the corner. These boxes leave almost no room to walk. The only place these boxes don’t sit is on the desk in the far corner. Here sits a computer, lots of wires running into it from every direction. This computer seems rather abandoned, thick layers of dust coating the keyboard and screen. In the far corner of the room lingers a suspicious figure, not sitting, but opting to stand and lean instead, his head bent down.
Many moons ago, in a land far, far away, there was a hero. An idol. An inspiration to all he touched. This man was the leader in a band of misfits and oddities, the outcasts. He was the one these degenerates looked to for guidance, for he was older and wiser than the rest. This man stood tall, opting to put his own success behind him and mentor the younger guys. It’s just too damn bad this person disappeared three years ago, because I really looked up to Mikael West, the Total Apocalypse.
The man shakes his head slightly, brushing long brown hair out of his face. His hair has gotten very long as of late, not in a pony tail long sort of way, but in a messy and unkempt sort of way, split ends coming in every direction. Continuing with what he was saying, he brushes his hair out of his eyes once more, but only to have it fall right back to where it was.
Mikael West.. The original.. Let’s go back to, say, 2004, May sounds like a good time. WFWF had just signed a fresh young kid, right out of training. Dude had no idea what was going on and thought this was all a shoot. First match out there, he got the living dirt beat out of him to the point that when he walked through the curtain to the locker room, his face looked like hamburger meat. He was still the new guy though, so the locker room shunned him and black balled him, except one. The man who inspired him to start wrestling in the first place, Mikael West. Mr. Big name TV star decided to take this kid under his wing, bandage him up a little bit and show him the error of his ways. This kid was me..
Once more, the lingering figure tries to brush the hair out of his eyes, bangs first, but the hair simply falls back where it was. The enigma in the curve of the wall quickly peels off an overshirt he was wearing, simply dropping it to the ground.
You see, way back when, I would watch this stuff on TV, I would see the Destroyers, the Raiders, the.. Alex Seans.. Yeah, I know, taboo talk these days, but that was one cool mother fucker. But out of everyone, the one guy who really drew me in was Total Apocalypse. This is a straight up shoot too. Way back when, I turned on the WFWF TV show, and I honestly can’t remember what it was called back then because there’s been like four hundred different shows since then, but I seen TA. He totally ripped this dude a new asshole. Right then, I knew that’s what I wanted to do, I wanted to be TA… My first “big dance” with WFWF came early and I got to work with TA on my first PPV. He tossed me out early and didn’t think twice.
The man in the corner coughs slightly before continuing his story
But TA, what you fail to realize is, our last confrontation was a little over three years ago. A lot has changed since then. A metamorphosis happened.. The punk kid who knew it all back in twenty o’four stands before you know, wiser and more destructive, ready to unleash hell on those who stand before him. Perhaps this abused dog has just taken too much through time. Been kicked in the teeth once too much and it finally led to his breaking. You see TA, while you’ve been away, training new students and all that jazz, I’ve been here. I’ve been making a name for myself. A hall of fame legacy, some say. I disagree. The hall of fame is for guys like you. Guys like Destroyer. Guys like The Shape. Guys who are done. I know you TA. You’re not going to return. Last week was a fluke. You’re gonna get bored and move on to something else. AD/HD or something. But TA, I’m gonna be straight with you. This week on FDS, I’ve got a hell of a lot of built up rage. Four fucking years of rage. Four fucking years of sitting back and just waiting for you to return. Four fucking years of pointless matches with guys like Calvin Lee, just waiting for you to return, so I could take you. I wanted my rematch, but now I’m ready. And Mikael West, this is a man you don’t know. Looking across the ring from you isn’t going to be Devon Tatum circa 2004. Looking across the ring from you will be the WFWF Heavyweight champion of the world. Looking across the ring will be the Ultraviolent Anti-Christ. This is Obo, circa 2007, circa the year that all the wrongs are righted, circa the year that Mikael West retires for the thirtieth time.
Toys scattered everywhere, surrounding a young blonde centerpiece. She grabs one toy, plays with it for a moment, then tosses it in favor of another toy. Her playing seems rather unnatural, and she sings while she plays.
Hickery, Dickery, Dock, the mouse ran up the clock, the clock rang six the mouse blew his brains out, hickery dickery dock.
In the doorway, her father just smiles and nods before walking away. With this, the child’s play goes to one toy, a toy microphone.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is Samantha Schneider with the evening news. Tonight, we cover WFWF wessling. This week on Fellow Day Say, Mikael West wessles WFWF Heavyweight champion Obo. Obo is one bad dude, will Mikael West be able to survive the attack of the Ultraviolet Anti-Crust? Daddy don’t like bread and he don’t like Total Apocochips. Also this week on WFWF..
The caring father hears the commotion coming from the room and comes to inspect, unknown to the little newscaster.
Calvin Lee is wessling. He’s gonna lose, because Calvin sucks. Luther Castle.
The father in the background can’t remain silent through this, busting out in laughter which causes the child to turn around.
How long have you been there daddy?
Only long enough to hear your tirade on Calvin. Damn emos and their crappy music..
This ain’t a scene, it’s a dead arms race!
Daddy is going out tonight. Grab your play bag. You want to go to grandma’s or mommy’s?
I want to go to mommy’s house!! Grandma is nice but she smells like cat pee. Mommy gives me cookies and does my hair and let’s me watch PG 13 movies.
PG 13?? That negligent sadistic bitch!!
It was a documentry about you Daddy..
That was only rated PG 13? Wow, go figure..
The loving father starts to walk away, but is stopped when the child let’s out just one more line.
Daddy, I wuv you..
Sometimes, everything makes sense. Without my abusive self loathing ex-wife, I would have never had Samantha. Even with her negative qualities, Ashley brings the best out of me and brings the best out of Samantha. TA is the same way. He doesn’t know how to get on a plane and show up to a match to save his life, but he somehow still manages to make everyone around him step up. It makes me turn into something I haven’t been in a long time. It makes me hungry. It makes my mouth water. Competition in it’s finest form. TA, bring you’re A game, and show up this time..
Why is it always night today
So many years not right today
Why am I so uptight today
When the paranoia's all I got left?
I sit in my office feeling like I just got hit by a truck. Paperwork stacks up but I don’t care. I don’t know where all this paperwork comes from. Stacks of papers, mountains of paper.. It’s a small business and I have a secretary, yet the mountains of paper never end. Between that and wrestling tapes, my office is a constant mess. No one uses DVDs.. It’s crazy. I sit here on my couch just chilling out. In my lap sits the WFWF championship, so pretty.. So majestic.. So shiny.. The gold, glistening in the light.. My blood, staining the leather.. Really, why have something like a title belt if you can’t bleed like a son of a bitch on it.. My life seems to be passing me by. WFWF is evolving around me. My personal life is in self destruct mode. My little girl looked at me the other day and told me I was changing.. My phone is ringing. Ringing and vibrating. Why is it vibrating too? Shouldn’t it only be ringing? That’s weird.. Out of my pocket the phone comes. I don’t recognize that number, but I answer it anyways..
Hey..
A voice echoes from the other end. It’s a familiar voice, but I can’t identify it..
How you been doing?
Not bad.. Who is this?
It’s Chrissy. Chris told me to call you.. Said your ex-wife needs someone to beat her ass or something..
I just laugh. I’m not sure if that was sarcasm, or if she’s just legit crazy.. Part of me wishes for the latter.
Hello?
I’m here.. How you been doing? It’s been a long time since we’ve just sat around and bullshitted..
Yeah.. We used to just hang all the time.. (pause) I used to have such a crush on you.. But you were Ashley’s boyfriend.. (pause) How’s your daughter?
She’s cool.. So what’s this about a crush?
Jeez, that was smooth..
I don’t know.. Just a kid thing I guess. Girl sees older guy.. Older guy is always around.. Other than Chris, I never really had any guys in my life. I always used to dream that we’d just sit on my steps and kiss for hours..
I just laugh.
I know, it’s silly..
You’re beautiful..
Fuck.. Did I just say that out loud…What the hell is wrong with me? I’m just a total spaz all of a sudden..
You wanna go get a beer or something later?
I’d like that.. Six sound good?
How about nine?
Subliminal messages rule.. *click*
Crazy bitches.. Why do I always attract to them? Magnets and metal or some shit..
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
More songs about 666 and cocaine.[/I]
A darkened and damp basement surrounds, slightly moistened cardboard boxes sit on the floor, climbing high towards the ceiling, some with labels, some without. These boxes seem to be on everything. The floor, the pool table, the pinball machine in the corner. These boxes leave almost no room to walk. The only place these boxes don’t sit is on the desk in the far corner. Here sits a computer, lots of wires running into it from every direction. This computer seems rather abandoned, thick layers of dust coating the keyboard and screen. In the far corner of the room lingers a suspicious figure, not sitting, but opting to stand and lean instead, his head bent down.
Many moons ago, in a land far, far away, there was a hero. An idol. An inspiration to all he touched. This man was the leader in a band of misfits and oddities, the outcasts. He was the one these degenerates looked to for guidance, for he was older and wiser than the rest. This man stood tall, opting to put his own success behind him and mentor the younger guys. It’s just too damn bad this person disappeared three years ago, because I really looked up to Mikael West, the Total Apocalypse.
The man shakes his head slightly, brushing long brown hair out of his face. His hair has gotten very long as of late, not in a pony tail long sort of way, but in a messy and unkempt sort of way, split ends coming in every direction. Continuing with what he was saying, he brushes his hair out of his eyes once more, but only to have it fall right back to where it was.
Mikael West.. The original.. Let’s go back to, say, 2004, May sounds like a good time. WFWF had just signed a fresh young kid, right out of training. Dude had no idea what was going on and thought this was all a shoot. First match out there, he got the living dirt beat out of him to the point that when he walked through the curtain to the locker room, his face looked like hamburger meat. He was still the new guy though, so the locker room shunned him and black balled him, except one. The man who inspired him to start wrestling in the first place, Mikael West. Mr. Big name TV star decided to take this kid under his wing, bandage him up a little bit and show him the error of his ways. This kid was me..
Once more, the lingering figure tries to brush the hair out of his eyes, bangs first, but the hair simply falls back where it was. The enigma in the curve of the wall quickly peels off an overshirt he was wearing, simply dropping it to the ground.
You see, way back when, I would watch this stuff on TV, I would see the Destroyers, the Raiders, the.. Alex Seans.. Yeah, I know, taboo talk these days, but that was one cool mother fucker. But out of everyone, the one guy who really drew me in was Total Apocalypse. This is a straight up shoot too. Way back when, I turned on the WFWF TV show, and I honestly can’t remember what it was called back then because there’s been like four hundred different shows since then, but I seen TA. He totally ripped this dude a new asshole. Right then, I knew that’s what I wanted to do, I wanted to be TA… My first “big dance” with WFWF came early and I got to work with TA on my first PPV. He tossed me out early and didn’t think twice.
The man in the corner coughs slightly before continuing his story
But TA, what you fail to realize is, our last confrontation was a little over three years ago. A lot has changed since then. A metamorphosis happened.. The punk kid who knew it all back in twenty o’four stands before you know, wiser and more destructive, ready to unleash hell on those who stand before him. Perhaps this abused dog has just taken too much through time. Been kicked in the teeth once too much and it finally led to his breaking. You see TA, while you’ve been away, training new students and all that jazz, I’ve been here. I’ve been making a name for myself. A hall of fame legacy, some say. I disagree. The hall of fame is for guys like you. Guys like Destroyer. Guys like The Shape. Guys who are done. I know you TA. You’re not going to return. Last week was a fluke. You’re gonna get bored and move on to something else. AD/HD or something. But TA, I’m gonna be straight with you. This week on FDS, I’ve got a hell of a lot of built up rage. Four fucking years of rage. Four fucking years of sitting back and just waiting for you to return. Four fucking years of pointless matches with guys like Calvin Lee, just waiting for you to return, so I could take you. I wanted my rematch, but now I’m ready. And Mikael West, this is a man you don’t know. Looking across the ring from you isn’t going to be Devon Tatum circa 2004. Looking across the ring from you will be the WFWF Heavyweight champion of the world. Looking across the ring will be the Ultraviolent Anti-Christ. This is Obo, circa 2007, circa the year that all the wrongs are righted, circa the year that Mikael West retires for the thirtieth time.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Toys scattered everywhere, surrounding a young blonde centerpiece. She grabs one toy, plays with it for a moment, then tosses it in favor of another toy. Her playing seems rather unnatural, and she sings while she plays.
Hickery, Dickery, Dock, the mouse ran up the clock, the clock rang six the mouse blew his brains out, hickery dickery dock.
In the doorway, her father just smiles and nods before walking away. With this, the child’s play goes to one toy, a toy microphone.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is Samantha Schneider with the evening news. Tonight, we cover WFWF wessling. This week on Fellow Day Say, Mikael West wessles WFWF Heavyweight champion Obo. Obo is one bad dude, will Mikael West be able to survive the attack of the Ultraviolet Anti-Crust? Daddy don’t like bread and he don’t like Total Apocochips. Also this week on WFWF..
The caring father hears the commotion coming from the room and comes to inspect, unknown to the little newscaster.
Calvin Lee is wessling. He’s gonna lose, because Calvin sucks. Luther Castle.
The father in the background can’t remain silent through this, busting out in laughter which causes the child to turn around.
How long have you been there daddy?
Only long enough to hear your tirade on Calvin. Damn emos and their crappy music..
This ain’t a scene, it’s a dead arms race!
Daddy is going out tonight. Grab your play bag. You want to go to grandma’s or mommy’s?
I want to go to mommy’s house!! Grandma is nice but she smells like cat pee. Mommy gives me cookies and does my hair and let’s me watch PG 13 movies.
PG 13?? That negligent sadistic bitch!!
It was a documentry about you Daddy..
That was only rated PG 13? Wow, go figure..
The loving father starts to walk away, but is stopped when the child let’s out just one more line.
Daddy, I wuv you..
Sometimes, everything makes sense. Without my abusive self loathing ex-wife, I would have never had Samantha. Even with her negative qualities, Ashley brings the best out of me and brings the best out of Samantha. TA is the same way. He doesn’t know how to get on a plane and show up to a match to save his life, but he somehow still manages to make everyone around him step up. It makes me turn into something I haven’t been in a long time. It makes me hungry. It makes my mouth water. Competition in it’s finest form. TA, bring you’re A game, and show up this time..
