Post by Frost on Aug 24, 2012 19:47:05 GMT -6
It’s interesting to listen to all the hate my brother and I can muster in just such a little time of being under WPW’s payroll. It’s mindboggling how insignificant peasants want to babble on about my brother every chance they get, from the bleach blonde douchebag to two anorexic webcam girls who would f**k their relatives if it would bring more attention in their location. Can someone please remind me why Angel feels that she’s important? Angel, I get that in your own fantasy world you were the top draw in HWO, you were making the big bucks and selling out pay per views, hell I’m sure in your delusional utopia you were even World Champion there but none of that ever came into fruition. Get real bitch you weren’t even making six figures there, instead you were beating jobbers on a weekend basis and though you deserved to be named wrestler of the month when in actuality you were just another name on a long list of whiny ass bitches who took their ball and ran home when shit didn’t go their way.
Ouch.
Since when did Carter ever say you were making big money Angel? Oh and while you’re at it, can you explain why you feel the need to call yourself the best anal champion when the title was named Annihilation Championship? Don’t answer that, I’m afraid listening to you cut another softcore porno will fry my brain cells just like your previous one did so let’s stick to the present which is in fact the World Pro Wrestling, the place where my brother just came in and beat WPW’s best to take home the crown and where the two of us will be taking on a Hall of Famer and some twenty pound bimbo. Or have you forgotten already that the match at Wrestival 6 is for the WPW Tag Team Championships? You’ve been so busy talking about the World Title you hardly seem to remember the ultimate task at hand, the biggest match in your life, facing Frost and I on the big stage.
Don’t flatter yourself into thinking that this is going to be the biggest test in my wrestling career, the only challenge will be facing Shawn Stryker but you on the other hand, you aren’t worthy of preparation, instead your someone I could beat in my sleep and I’m not talking about beating my dick either so get your mind out of the gutter you despicable gutter slut.
What’s with all of this talk about me turning on my younger brother? We may be brothers and tag team partners on occasion but that doesn’t mean we’re going to turn on one another or that I’m going to turn on Frost because he’s holding the top title in this organization, life’s not a big soap opera, there’s no hidden agendas up my arsenal, the only objective is to beat you and Shawn and win the tag gold.
Speaking of Shawn, Shawn Stryker I’ve heard of your name in various promotions, I’ve seen you make guest appearances in several companies and I’ve even had the opportunity of watching you perform, not ringside but by watching DVD’s and old tapes, you were a force to be reckoned with, but that was approximately a decade ago, this is 2012 not 2002 and though you may have lost some of that 80’s hair you wanted to hold on to so bad, you’re still not the same man you once where and you even know this. You may have everyone here fooled in believing your random whack a mole appearances but I’m far from being the average village idiot, I know that you pop in and out in companies to avoid being exposed as a has been that you are.
I’m sure you’re going to give me a run down on your entire career and how I should show you respect, well sorry pops the biggest respect you’ll get from me is walking out those doors for good and stop tarnishing your legacy by random showings, you should be wealthy enough to make a decent living off your retirement funds not wrestling with guys who could be your grandbabies. Take some time to digest this and let me know what your answer is old man.
Monterrey Mexico, from just hearing the name it sounds like somewhere that you’ve heard of but never bothered to give a glance, I must admit that I was skeptical at first when we made the trip from Hamilton Ontario all the way here, just looking around brings me to this unprecedented feeling of belonging, not so much the culture but more so the beautiful landscape, the ocean if you will. Coming from me that may not come as a shocker but to me it feels so assuring, scanning the beautiful beaches here while dipping my toes in the cold water.
“Shouldn’t you be training?”
“Shouldn’t you be reading a Twilight Book or something while sunbathing? What’re you my nanny?”
“Somebody has to keep you and Will in check.”
If she wasn’t my younger sister I would probably have a few choice words for her, but being that she’s my younger sister and youngest sibling I suppose she’s only keeping me honest, being an entertainer you have far too many people trying to leech off of your earnings and reputation to further theirs or just to be “in” so to speak.
“Say, have you heard from Evan?”
“No why?”
“I don’t know, just haven’t heard from him in a while that’s all.”
“You know Evan, probably sulking somewhere complaining about life….”
It felt awkward being away from a wrestling environment, sure we are here because Wrestival 6 is in this city but that couldn’t be further from our minds, this was more or so similar to a vacation.
“I’m going inside to check on Will.”
“Alright.”
I lay back into my chair with my arms cushioning the back of my head, this is the life I tell myself as I slowly transition into my day dream trance.
“Hey! Hey! Hey!”
“……..”
“Excuse me!”
“…….”
“SIR I WOULD LIKE!!!”
I feel a finger poking at me violently, my eyes open and broaden at the exact same time, I pop up in immediate ass kicking mode until I realize who was tapping me.
“Hey Aidan!!!”
“Hey Dad!!!”
Aidan leaps onto my beach chair and nearly makes us collapse onto the beach sand.
“Easy there.”
For a moment, I thought he was a wrestling fan asking me for an autograph, that’s the cons of this business, you can’t go anywhere without someone asking you to sign something and if you refuse then you’re inducted into the Douchebag Hall of Fame, it’s a lose-lose situation at times.
“Where’s your mother?” I ask my ten year old son as he smiles with a gap between his two front teeth, he has his mother’s eyes but my mannerisms, a sweet kid but no thanks to his mother, a former obsessive or shall I say possessive nutcase who stabbed me in my right shoulder and just as I was calling the cops to get her ass thrown in jail she threatens to slit her throat, the result of this action? Me patching myself up manually while attempting to talk her out of ending her life while she was pregnant with our son ten years ago. Needless to say that was the last straw but unfortunately the legal system tends to show favoritism over mothers than fathers.
“Um, she’s talking to Uncle Jack inside.”
“Uncle Will Aidan, remember he doesn’t like to be called Jack only in some wrestling companies.”
I pat him on the head, my son stands up and shows off my WPW Action Figure.
“Look what I have!”
There’s a Tag Team Belt buckled to the action figure version of me, man does it look like it naturally belongs there.
“You’re going to beat that mean lady and that old fart right?”
I laugh.
“Sure thing but I thought your mom wouldn’t want you watching WPW? You know since Firebomb has a potty mouth?” Firebomb’s the least of his worries, in truth the biggest worries are Angel, Lucy, and any of the other prostitutes who tend to disguise themselves as professional wrestlers in that ring, it’s disrespectful, not just to women but for professional wrestling as a whole. People like them make outsiders laugh at this sport.
“Ocean!!!!”
I hear her voice but refuse to stand up and acknowledge her, Aidan rushes through the deep sand and runs to her, I also hear another pair of steps advancing.
“Hi.”
She decides to be a total bitch and stand in front of my perfect view.
“Hey, do you mind?”
“Well do you mind?”
“Yeah I do, I don’t need stress right now, I have a big match Sunday and-“
“Hey Ocean!”
A man walks beside Erica and smiles, I finally decide enough is enough and stand toe to toe with the man, I give him my Pleasantville smile hoping he’ll f**k off but realizing that he’s just going to piss me off even further.
“And you are?”
“That’s my new Step Daddy Marky Mark!!!”
From the look on Erica’s face she’s just seen a ghost, from the look on Mark’s face, he’s looking for the nearest exit, I take off my shades hand them to my son and smile at him.
“Why don’t you go talk to Uncle Jack for a minute Aidan.”
“But you said I shouldn’t call him that.”
I give him the look that blatantly says do as your told or I’m going to spank your ass, he nods his head and gulps, rushing inside.
“Ocean, I can explain…”
I stand completely straight and look at both Erica and Mark.
“So ugh, what’s this Stepdaddy Marky Mark business? I’m a little bit intrigued to be honest.”
I smile but if looks can kill I’d have both Erica and her new pimp sitting on the right side of Lucifer at this very moment while sitting across from the likes of Pharaoh and Judas.
“Look man we didn’t ask for any-“
He can’t finish, rather I refuse to let him, instead I deck him across the jaw and he tumbles into the sand, Erica dives down and holds his face, he rubs his chin contemplating whether to stand and fight me or to just lie there like a little bitch.
“Don’t “Hey Man” me!!! And I don’t ever want to hear my son call you Stepdad you got that!”
“What’s your fucking problem!!!”
“No! What’s your problem!! I help you pay for your bills and send my son shit and you want to call whoever you f**k the stepfather to my kid? I don’t think so, that shits not going to fly anymore!!! I’m filing for full custody after my match Sunday!”
I storm off the beach, I hear Erica screaming my name but I tune it all out, this may come as a distraction but with all the anger I have mustered it’s not going to end pretty for my adversaries Sunday, good luck limpdick and herpes, you’re both going to need it.
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