Post by King Incredible on Feb 12, 2014 8:13:15 GMT -5
OOC: Any feedback please PM me!!!
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A light flickers on and all I can see if dark; complete darkness. I look to the right; darkness. I look to the right; the exact same result. I look up to be blinded by the fluorescent light bulb above swaying back and forth as it creeks and echo’s around… in wherever I am. I look down and see that I am sitting in a wooden chair but my legs are tied tight and same with my wrists to the side of the chair. I go to scream out for help but can’t because my mouth is bound with thick duct tape around my entire head. I am cold due to the lack of clothes besides gray boxer shorts. I am sweating and I can see blood dripping from my head onto my bruised legs. I spit onto the cement floor below me and out comes blood mixed with my sputum.
I twitch my arms trying to break free of the rope binding me but the rope was too secure and well knotted. I kick my feet and try to shake them out but my swaying causes me a leg to break and I crash hard onto the floor. At that moment the sound of footsteps begin in my direction and the clicking of what sounds like high heel shoes start to get louder and louder. Bright red high heels began to appear and a tall naked white woman appeared with bright red lip stick and long chocolate brown hair flowing from left to right as she walked.
She stopped in front of me with a big bright smile and got down on her knees and brought her lips to my ears and began to speak to me in a soft, sexy whisper.
“Come on Eileen…”
No. Not that. Anything put that. I began to twitch uncontrollably as I looked back up at the woman but her sparking brown eyes were gone with X’s in place and blood dripping from them. Her soft whisper turned into almost a deep distorted Lucifer like voice.
“Come on Eileen… Poor old Johnny Ray…”
I closed my eyes and began to speak to myself. “Please, shut up. Please. I don’t want to hear it anymore. No. No. NO!” I open my eyes. I am unbound from the chair and woman is gone but I am still near-naked and in this cold damp dark room. I get to my feet shaking and wipe the tears away from my eyes as I shake my head and smack it; trying to forgot what I just saw. I turn around and to my horror the woman was behind me with claws for hands and her hair was shaven and she screamed at me right in my face.
“TOO-RA-LOO-RA, TOO-RA-LOO-RA, AYE! AND YOU’LL HUM THIS TUNE FOREVER!”
I woke up with a scream and catching myself falling out of my bed head first. My head clunked hard against the hard wood floor and I let out a loud grunt. I noticed the light in the hall turn on and the rushing of feet and the door to my room swings open to reveal my agent, X, in a night coat and navy blue woolly slippers. I had forgotten that he took me to one of houses to rest after Massacre.
“Man are you okay?” He said turning the light on my room to reveal the bed was completely soaked. “Did you piss the bed or something?”
I looked up in horror knowing that if I did I would never hear the end of it. I checked the sheets and gave a big whiff. I sighed and wiped the sweat from my head. Then I put two and two together.
“No,” I breathed heavily, “I’m sweating like crazy. Fucking nightmare… what time is it?”
“It’s just ten past two in the morning,” he yawned, “but you look awful. Come downstairs I’ll wipe you something up to eat.”
X hurried down the stairs to start cooking as I wrapped my blanket around me and headed for the shower. I ran the water as hot as it possibly could as really it was the only way to have a shower and just let the water run through my hair and drip to the drain. I smacked myself in the head angrily. Why did I allow this woman to get into my head? It was just a stupid 80’s British pop song that really amounted to nothing. How did she turn it though into something sick and twisted and got that into my mind? I grabbed soap and washed my body of all the sweat but was careful as I ran over the bruise on my ribs from that 630 splash from Casablancas yesterday. Then I took a back washer and carefully washed it knowing that it took medical personal about two hours to remove all the splinters from my back, which was probably the worst fucking part of the whole thing.
I turned the shower off and wrapped the white towel around my waist. Back in the room and dried off I slip into Ellen underwear, of course, as well as some green plaid pyjama pants and a wife beater. I slowly walk down the stairs of X’s home and took a left into the kitchen. X was drinking some coffee and eating some eggs at the table and I looked opposite him where there was some coffee for me as well as a plate of scrambled eggs mixed with cheese, apple sausages and hash browns with toast.
“That breakfast I owe you dipshit,” X laughed, “sit down. Let’s talk.”
I sit down and begin to devour all the delicious food and drink down the coffee before X even tries to talk. I grab the napkin next to me and clean off my face before I begin to speak.
“Fuck me sideways with an all-Canadian made hockey stick D,” I sighed, “what the fuck happened last night?”
“Do you want me to tell you what you want to hear…” X began, “or do you want me to tell you what really happened?”
“Uh…” I hesitated, “what actually happened?”
“You got your ass kicked.”
I threw the food and coffee across the room and screamed in the air. X threw his hands in the air in disgust as I took the cup that had coffee in it and I biffed it across the room and it smashed into the fridge, shattering into pieces.
“What the fuck man?” X yelled, “why the hell are you ruining my things? Why do you throw things like a ten year old?”
“You’re an idiot,” I screamed, coming towards him, “when I say what actually happened… I REALLY MEAN what I want to hear!”
“Oh so now you me to be an agent to a complete retard AND a psychic?” X huffed and puffed, “I’m going to need a fucking raise.”
“Yeah, you and me both,” I laughed.
“Why do you deserve a raise?” X chuckled, “you got the shit beat out of you by a person almost half your figure. If anything you deserve a pay cut.”
“Excuse me?” I said hysterical, “are you serious? I am pretty sure I had half the screen time of any wrestler on that damn show. I destroyed both Angelle and Richard and they both had to take me on in order to even bring me down. I am pretty sure I showcased to everyone that I not only deserve a raise for having to deal with ants and worms but I also deserve to be in the fucking Central Championship title bout which on that topic—“
“What topic?” X said confused, “you mean the Central title?”
“Did you fucking sleep through the show R?” I flabbergasted, “I went up to Dean and told him what to do, which is the right thing to do, and what does he do? He books me in a match with that midget ass clown Zeus!”
“Shit,” X said looking concerned, “did she really hit you that hard on the head?”
“What the fuck do you mean you greedy Wall Street American fuck?” I questioned, “and she barely left a fucking scratch.”
“When you were getting the fucking splinters out of your back Monday night,” X began, “after the main event on Monday Gavin and Dean were having a little chat and crossing names off a fucking list…”
“OK…”
“And he came down to the conclusion that in a House of Mirrors match that the only two people that could be in the match would be… you and Casablancas… also you’re in a tag match versus her and Rain and your tag partner is Damian Payne.”
I stood there in silence and then from silence came rage.
“THAT SLIMEY MOTHERFUCKER!” I screamed, “of all the fucking people to put in that match with me he put her? That fucking one card short of a deck? That few ants short of a picnic? The girl rowing with one paddle—“
“Ok I get it—“
“CAN SOMEONE CALL DEAN AND TELL HIM ONE OF THE FUCKING FISH HAS ESCAPED THE FUCKING FISH AND CHIPS BASKET!” I exclaimed, breathing heavily, “she’s fucking insane!”
“Yes…” X slowly said, “you said it four different way. Can I be blunt?”
“Blunt about what?” I said softly.
“You walked into Dean’s office,” X started, “he said you screwed up and gave you a dud match. You went in and… I can’t even think of the word, you destroyed your opponents and yes, it took two of them to TRY and take you down and it didn’t work. You beat up Brianna all night and then she caught you off guard and got a couple of good moves on you. He then gives you the match you want and you still fucking complain? Are you just a complainer or… are you scared Brianna will take the gold away from you?”
I stare at X with every cell in my body and I use every molecule in my body to control my anger, which I am already not good at. I start towards X and put my hand on his shoulder and just laugh. I then snap and take a closed fist and smash him in the jaw, which sends him flying over the kitchen island and hitting the door of the oven and falling hard on the floor. I go around the island and see X lying on the ground motionless with blood coming from his mouth. I fucking knocked him out.
“You pussy!” I yelled, “you’re just like Brianna. You over step your line and I fucking take you out. You know what? I don’t need you E, R, X, whatever the fuck your letter is. You’re fucking fired.”
Of course he doesn’t respond because he is out cold… or dead, I don’t know. I didn’t care. I left him a note detailing his firing and went upstairs, changed into warm clothes, collected my things and headed outside. I took the keys to his brand new 2014 Audi R8 V10 Coupé and I started the car to get the heat going. I began to think to myself as the warmth began to fill the car. I didn’t fucking need him to help me to the top. I got there all on my own. He wasn’t at ringside cheering me on or helping me distract my opponents.
No. I single handedly decimated that French maid and the winless Richard into oblivion. As for this tag team match I knew I was going to have to get in touch with someone as I had no idea what to expect from this… Rain character. Knowing the rest of the talent on this fucking roster he was probably nothing. If it was my idea I would’ve just told Dean to give them both to me two on one handicap but I guess I’ll give Payne fellow the benefit the doubt and see how he is. He did dominate his match last week.
I reach into my coat pocket and grab my phone to begin a dial but my ring tone “Acid Rain” by Dream Theater begins playing. The caller ID displayed “Unknown Caller”. I picked up the line intrigued.
“Hello?”
“Is this Mr. Bishop?” the voice asked.
“Yes…” I responded, “who is this?”
“Don’t you recognize the voice?”
“Uhh,” I thought, “why… yes I do. How did you get this number? Why are you calling at like three in the morning?”
“That doesn’t matter,” the voice said, “I have a proposition for you. Will you listen?”
“Why not?” I laughed.
I listened to the man’s idea. His invite. His message. He was a smart man and knew talent when he saw it. I began to laugh thinking of all the possibilities.
“You are the man!” I laughed, “I accept!”
“Great…” The voice laughed as well, “I will see you in person in the next week or so.”
The phone line cut off as I hit the wheel of car in great excitement. This was going to be great. Oh but I had to call Payne. Maybe he would like the idea of getting together and working out for this match maybe even have an exhibition wrestle to know each other’s move and create some chemistry for the match. I pulled up the keypad on my phone and dialed a random number. The phone line rang.
“Hello?”
---------------------------------------------------
A light flickers on and all I can see if dark; complete darkness. I look to the right; darkness. I look to the right; the exact same result. I look up to be blinded by the fluorescent light bulb above swaying back and forth as it creeks and echo’s around… in wherever I am. I look down and see that I am sitting in a wooden chair but my legs are tied tight and same with my wrists to the side of the chair. I go to scream out for help but can’t because my mouth is bound with thick duct tape around my entire head. I am cold due to the lack of clothes besides gray boxer shorts. I am sweating and I can see blood dripping from my head onto my bruised legs. I spit onto the cement floor below me and out comes blood mixed with my sputum.
I twitch my arms trying to break free of the rope binding me but the rope was too secure and well knotted. I kick my feet and try to shake them out but my swaying causes me a leg to break and I crash hard onto the floor. At that moment the sound of footsteps begin in my direction and the clicking of what sounds like high heel shoes start to get louder and louder. Bright red high heels began to appear and a tall naked white woman appeared with bright red lip stick and long chocolate brown hair flowing from left to right as she walked.
She stopped in front of me with a big bright smile and got down on her knees and brought her lips to my ears and began to speak to me in a soft, sexy whisper.
“Come on Eileen…”
No. Not that. Anything put that. I began to twitch uncontrollably as I looked back up at the woman but her sparking brown eyes were gone with X’s in place and blood dripping from them. Her soft whisper turned into almost a deep distorted Lucifer like voice.
“Come on Eileen… Poor old Johnny Ray…”
I closed my eyes and began to speak to myself. “Please, shut up. Please. I don’t want to hear it anymore. No. No. NO!” I open my eyes. I am unbound from the chair and woman is gone but I am still near-naked and in this cold damp dark room. I get to my feet shaking and wipe the tears away from my eyes as I shake my head and smack it; trying to forgot what I just saw. I turn around and to my horror the woman was behind me with claws for hands and her hair was shaven and she screamed at me right in my face.
“TOO-RA-LOO-RA, TOO-RA-LOO-RA, AYE! AND YOU’LL HUM THIS TUNE FOREVER!”
I woke up with a scream and catching myself falling out of my bed head first. My head clunked hard against the hard wood floor and I let out a loud grunt. I noticed the light in the hall turn on and the rushing of feet and the door to my room swings open to reveal my agent, X, in a night coat and navy blue woolly slippers. I had forgotten that he took me to one of houses to rest after Massacre.
“Man are you okay?” He said turning the light on my room to reveal the bed was completely soaked. “Did you piss the bed or something?”
I looked up in horror knowing that if I did I would never hear the end of it. I checked the sheets and gave a big whiff. I sighed and wiped the sweat from my head. Then I put two and two together.
“No,” I breathed heavily, “I’m sweating like crazy. Fucking nightmare… what time is it?”
“It’s just ten past two in the morning,” he yawned, “but you look awful. Come downstairs I’ll wipe you something up to eat.”
X hurried down the stairs to start cooking as I wrapped my blanket around me and headed for the shower. I ran the water as hot as it possibly could as really it was the only way to have a shower and just let the water run through my hair and drip to the drain. I smacked myself in the head angrily. Why did I allow this woman to get into my head? It was just a stupid 80’s British pop song that really amounted to nothing. How did she turn it though into something sick and twisted and got that into my mind? I grabbed soap and washed my body of all the sweat but was careful as I ran over the bruise on my ribs from that 630 splash from Casablancas yesterday. Then I took a back washer and carefully washed it knowing that it took medical personal about two hours to remove all the splinters from my back, which was probably the worst fucking part of the whole thing.
I turned the shower off and wrapped the white towel around my waist. Back in the room and dried off I slip into Ellen underwear, of course, as well as some green plaid pyjama pants and a wife beater. I slowly walk down the stairs of X’s home and took a left into the kitchen. X was drinking some coffee and eating some eggs at the table and I looked opposite him where there was some coffee for me as well as a plate of scrambled eggs mixed with cheese, apple sausages and hash browns with toast.
“That breakfast I owe you dipshit,” X laughed, “sit down. Let’s talk.”
I sit down and begin to devour all the delicious food and drink down the coffee before X even tries to talk. I grab the napkin next to me and clean off my face before I begin to speak.
“Fuck me sideways with an all-Canadian made hockey stick D,” I sighed, “what the fuck happened last night?”
“Do you want me to tell you what you want to hear…” X began, “or do you want me to tell you what really happened?”
“Uh…” I hesitated, “what actually happened?”
“You got your ass kicked.”
I threw the food and coffee across the room and screamed in the air. X threw his hands in the air in disgust as I took the cup that had coffee in it and I biffed it across the room and it smashed into the fridge, shattering into pieces.
“What the fuck man?” X yelled, “why the hell are you ruining my things? Why do you throw things like a ten year old?”
“You’re an idiot,” I screamed, coming towards him, “when I say what actually happened… I REALLY MEAN what I want to hear!”
“Oh so now you me to be an agent to a complete retard AND a psychic?” X huffed and puffed, “I’m going to need a fucking raise.”
“Yeah, you and me both,” I laughed.
“Why do you deserve a raise?” X chuckled, “you got the shit beat out of you by a person almost half your figure. If anything you deserve a pay cut.”
“Excuse me?” I said hysterical, “are you serious? I am pretty sure I had half the screen time of any wrestler on that damn show. I destroyed both Angelle and Richard and they both had to take me on in order to even bring me down. I am pretty sure I showcased to everyone that I not only deserve a raise for having to deal with ants and worms but I also deserve to be in the fucking Central Championship title bout which on that topic—“
“What topic?” X said confused, “you mean the Central title?”
“Did you fucking sleep through the show R?” I flabbergasted, “I went up to Dean and told him what to do, which is the right thing to do, and what does he do? He books me in a match with that midget ass clown Zeus!”
“Shit,” X said looking concerned, “did she really hit you that hard on the head?”
“What the fuck do you mean you greedy Wall Street American fuck?” I questioned, “and she barely left a fucking scratch.”
“When you were getting the fucking splinters out of your back Monday night,” X began, “after the main event on Monday Gavin and Dean were having a little chat and crossing names off a fucking list…”
“OK…”
“And he came down to the conclusion that in a House of Mirrors match that the only two people that could be in the match would be… you and Casablancas… also you’re in a tag match versus her and Rain and your tag partner is Damian Payne.”
I stood there in silence and then from silence came rage.
“THAT SLIMEY MOTHERFUCKER!” I screamed, “of all the fucking people to put in that match with me he put her? That fucking one card short of a deck? That few ants short of a picnic? The girl rowing with one paddle—“
“Ok I get it—“
“CAN SOMEONE CALL DEAN AND TELL HIM ONE OF THE FUCKING FISH HAS ESCAPED THE FUCKING FISH AND CHIPS BASKET!” I exclaimed, breathing heavily, “she’s fucking insane!”
“Yes…” X slowly said, “you said it four different way. Can I be blunt?”
“Blunt about what?” I said softly.
“You walked into Dean’s office,” X started, “he said you screwed up and gave you a dud match. You went in and… I can’t even think of the word, you destroyed your opponents and yes, it took two of them to TRY and take you down and it didn’t work. You beat up Brianna all night and then she caught you off guard and got a couple of good moves on you. He then gives you the match you want and you still fucking complain? Are you just a complainer or… are you scared Brianna will take the gold away from you?”
I stare at X with every cell in my body and I use every molecule in my body to control my anger, which I am already not good at. I start towards X and put my hand on his shoulder and just laugh. I then snap and take a closed fist and smash him in the jaw, which sends him flying over the kitchen island and hitting the door of the oven and falling hard on the floor. I go around the island and see X lying on the ground motionless with blood coming from his mouth. I fucking knocked him out.
“You pussy!” I yelled, “you’re just like Brianna. You over step your line and I fucking take you out. You know what? I don’t need you E, R, X, whatever the fuck your letter is. You’re fucking fired.”
Of course he doesn’t respond because he is out cold… or dead, I don’t know. I didn’t care. I left him a note detailing his firing and went upstairs, changed into warm clothes, collected my things and headed outside. I took the keys to his brand new 2014 Audi R8 V10 Coupé and I started the car to get the heat going. I began to think to myself as the warmth began to fill the car. I didn’t fucking need him to help me to the top. I got there all on my own. He wasn’t at ringside cheering me on or helping me distract my opponents.
No. I single handedly decimated that French maid and the winless Richard into oblivion. As for this tag team match I knew I was going to have to get in touch with someone as I had no idea what to expect from this… Rain character. Knowing the rest of the talent on this fucking roster he was probably nothing. If it was my idea I would’ve just told Dean to give them both to me two on one handicap but I guess I’ll give Payne fellow the benefit the doubt and see how he is. He did dominate his match last week.
I reach into my coat pocket and grab my phone to begin a dial but my ring tone “Acid Rain” by Dream Theater begins playing. The caller ID displayed “Unknown Caller”. I picked up the line intrigued.
“Hello?”
“Is this Mr. Bishop?” the voice asked.
“Yes…” I responded, “who is this?”
“Don’t you recognize the voice?”
“Uhh,” I thought, “why… yes I do. How did you get this number? Why are you calling at like three in the morning?”
“That doesn’t matter,” the voice said, “I have a proposition for you. Will you listen?”
“Why not?” I laughed.
I listened to the man’s idea. His invite. His message. He was a smart man and knew talent when he saw it. I began to laugh thinking of all the possibilities.
“You are the man!” I laughed, “I accept!”
“Great…” The voice laughed as well, “I will see you in person in the next week or so.”
The phone line cut off as I hit the wheel of car in great excitement. This was going to be great. Oh but I had to call Payne. Maybe he would like the idea of getting together and working out for this match maybe even have an exhibition wrestle to know each other’s move and create some chemistry for the match. I pulled up the keypad on my phone and dialed a random number. The phone line rang.
“Hello?”