Post by Frost on Aug 22, 2012 21:37:05 GMT -6
“Damn it Mary Kate! Answer your fucking phone!!!” I mutter to myself after refusing to leave my former beau a fifth voicemail. It’s been weeks since I’ve won the World Championship and it feels as if it’s been a lifetime since the infamous World Title After party, still as I attempt to recollect all of my memories from that night I honestly believe that I did not cheat on Mary Kate, the women there must’ve been with someone else.
“She’s not answering still? I guess she thinks your story is full of holes or shall I say full of shit.”
“Now is not the time Ocean….” Although I’m not in the mood for smart ass remarks, he is right to some degree as my story does sound a bit suspicious and if someone told me the same story I’d think the bullshit meter might be hitting the roof right about now.
“I’d be drunk out of my mind and still remember a good f**k or even a lousy one at that.”
“Well I didn’t screw anyone Ocean.” Chomping down on my bottom lip I squeeze the life of my phone almost to the point of breaking it.
“You do realize that you are about to break your smart phone right?”
“Gee thanks…” I restrain myself, wrestling hasn’t been my key focus and it’s clearly showing, I’ve been letting Marquee and his big oaf butt buddy get the best of me on more than one occasion.
“Man I hate Mexico.”
“That was some random shit.” Ryan Strabler burst through my office door in my wrestling school the Frost’s Chamber, he has a cigar in his mouth.
“Well it’s me being honest, is that a problem?”
“Nah man but you better be getting ready for that match, it’s going to be hell in that Main Event, not to mention the tag match.”
“No thanks to you and Ryan.”
“What’s that mean?!”
“You realize exactly what that means, you and your brother should’ve been in this match, not me and Ocean, no offense Ocean.”
“None taken….”
“Hey, who knows maybe one day we’ll be able to sign the dotted line in WPW, but at this very moment, I don’t think so.”
Ryan walks over to the office door with a Budweiser in his hand wearing a white tank top and blue jeans. “Yeah, what he said…”
Ocean chuckles amongst himself while I just put my head down, my World Title is beaming on my lap, I rub my name on the title while seeing glimpses of my reflection. Mary Kate is the reason I’m even in this company, sure several people have informed me about this WPW but she’s the reason I actually pursued a venture in this company and decided to take this company by storm.
“I really hate Mexico.”
“Uhm, you said that like twenty minutes ago bro, are you alright?”
“We’ll be leaving tomorrow so that we can have a few days to prepare for Wrestival 6 okay Ocean?”
“What about us?”
“What about you?”
“We want to go to Mexico! Mexican bitches are bad as hell.”
“I need someone I can trust to run The Chamber in my absence, I can’t think of two better people than the two of you.”
Both Strabler Brothers sulk before leaving my office, Ocean laughs while shaking his head, he then turns to me and becomes serious.
“You think you’ll be mentally ready Sunday?”
“I’ll be at a thousand percent.”
“Well the best thing to do is to forget about Mary Kate at least for now, you don’t need any distractions for our match, what you need is discipline, we don’t want to walk away without the tag belts and more importantly you don’t want to walk away without the World Championship.”
“Can’t argue with you there.”
I look at my phone once more, realizing that for the time being I’ll have to put my personal bullshit on the back burner, right now I have to focus on two matches and on the biggest show of the year, right now it’s all about defending the ultimate prize which I hold in my lap.
“Am I honestly surprised about the way things have been shaping up these past few weeks? I don’t think so in fact, I saw it all coming from a mile away. From Marquee trying to rebound after the ass kicking I gave him at the Roy Lee Rumble to his desperate attempts to unravel me by attacking me at every possible chance he could only to fall flat on his face and make a complete ass out of himself, it’s okay though Marquee, you still have leaps and bounds to go before reaching the unredeemable level of Firebomb Status.
You and I both know that you’re nowhere near my equal let alone true competition, in fact you’re what’s wrong with this company, you along with the New Wave are fleas sucking the blood out of this company not caring if it kills the company in the long haul. Everything’s always been about you though, you’ve been jealous since the moment I stepped foot in the WPW, you realized that your services were no longer needed and that I wasn’t just a temporary hot commodity, I was in fact The Commodity.
You can’t attack me one on one when I’m standing directly in front of you so you rely on cheap tactics for satisfaction, at least T-Bomb will look me in the eye and make his intentions be known.
T Bomb or shall I say Tee Bum, don’t flatter yourself, yes the most galvanizing man in professional wrestling just applauded you but don’t think that automatically transfers to me bowing down and handing over my World Title, do either of you know the importance of this match? This is Wrestival 6! This isn’t another edition of Silverstars, this is the big one, where stars are born and legends are made of, the two of you better bring something this Sunday, it’s going to take a lot more than what you consider you’re A+ Game to even last five minutes with me, I’ll be walking out of the match either way with the World title crown and rest assure I’m going to continue to store prestige in this company along with this championship, T Bomb this belt doesn’t need to go back into your families hands, we don’t need this to become the GED Title no offense.”
[/b]“She’s not answering still? I guess she thinks your story is full of holes or shall I say full of shit.”
“Now is not the time Ocean….” Although I’m not in the mood for smart ass remarks, he is right to some degree as my story does sound a bit suspicious and if someone told me the same story I’d think the bullshit meter might be hitting the roof right about now.
“I’d be drunk out of my mind and still remember a good f**k or even a lousy one at that.”
“Well I didn’t screw anyone Ocean.” Chomping down on my bottom lip I squeeze the life of my phone almost to the point of breaking it.
“You do realize that you are about to break your smart phone right?”
“Gee thanks…” I restrain myself, wrestling hasn’t been my key focus and it’s clearly showing, I’ve been letting Marquee and his big oaf butt buddy get the best of me on more than one occasion.
“Man I hate Mexico.”
“That was some random shit.” Ryan Strabler burst through my office door in my wrestling school the Frost’s Chamber, he has a cigar in his mouth.
“Well it’s me being honest, is that a problem?”
“Nah man but you better be getting ready for that match, it’s going to be hell in that Main Event, not to mention the tag match.”
“No thanks to you and Ryan.”
“What’s that mean?!”
“You realize exactly what that means, you and your brother should’ve been in this match, not me and Ocean, no offense Ocean.”
“None taken….”
“Hey, who knows maybe one day we’ll be able to sign the dotted line in WPW, but at this very moment, I don’t think so.”
Ryan walks over to the office door with a Budweiser in his hand wearing a white tank top and blue jeans. “Yeah, what he said…”
Ocean chuckles amongst himself while I just put my head down, my World Title is beaming on my lap, I rub my name on the title while seeing glimpses of my reflection. Mary Kate is the reason I’m even in this company, sure several people have informed me about this WPW but she’s the reason I actually pursued a venture in this company and decided to take this company by storm.
“I really hate Mexico.”
“Uhm, you said that like twenty minutes ago bro, are you alright?”
“We’ll be leaving tomorrow so that we can have a few days to prepare for Wrestival 6 okay Ocean?”
“What about us?”
“What about you?”
“We want to go to Mexico! Mexican bitches are bad as hell.”
“I need someone I can trust to run The Chamber in my absence, I can’t think of two better people than the two of you.”
Both Strabler Brothers sulk before leaving my office, Ocean laughs while shaking his head, he then turns to me and becomes serious.
“You think you’ll be mentally ready Sunday?”
“I’ll be at a thousand percent.”
“Well the best thing to do is to forget about Mary Kate at least for now, you don’t need any distractions for our match, what you need is discipline, we don’t want to walk away without the tag belts and more importantly you don’t want to walk away without the World Championship.”
“Can’t argue with you there.”
I look at my phone once more, realizing that for the time being I’ll have to put my personal bullshit on the back burner, right now I have to focus on two matches and on the biggest show of the year, right now it’s all about defending the ultimate prize which I hold in my lap.
“Am I honestly surprised about the way things have been shaping up these past few weeks? I don’t think so in fact, I saw it all coming from a mile away. From Marquee trying to rebound after the ass kicking I gave him at the Roy Lee Rumble to his desperate attempts to unravel me by attacking me at every possible chance he could only to fall flat on his face and make a complete ass out of himself, it’s okay though Marquee, you still have leaps and bounds to go before reaching the unredeemable level of Firebomb Status.
You and I both know that you’re nowhere near my equal let alone true competition, in fact you’re what’s wrong with this company, you along with the New Wave are fleas sucking the blood out of this company not caring if it kills the company in the long haul. Everything’s always been about you though, you’ve been jealous since the moment I stepped foot in the WPW, you realized that your services were no longer needed and that I wasn’t just a temporary hot commodity, I was in fact The Commodity.
You can’t attack me one on one when I’m standing directly in front of you so you rely on cheap tactics for satisfaction, at least T-Bomb will look me in the eye and make his intentions be known.
T Bomb or shall I say Tee Bum, don’t flatter yourself, yes the most galvanizing man in professional wrestling just applauded you but don’t think that automatically transfers to me bowing down and handing over my World Title, do either of you know the importance of this match? This is Wrestival 6! This isn’t another edition of Silverstars, this is the big one, where stars are born and legends are made of, the two of you better bring something this Sunday, it’s going to take a lot more than what you consider you’re A+ Game to even last five minutes with me, I’ll be walking out of the match either way with the World title crown and rest assure I’m going to continue to store prestige in this company along with this championship, T Bomb this belt doesn’t need to go back into your families hands, we don’t need this to become the GED Title no offense.”
