Post by Zasshu II on Feb 19, 2014 1:33:47 GMT
I keep trying to think of a way to fix this but nothing comes to mind.
”I’m ain’t doing it, I quit.”
”Quit!? You can’t fucking quit.”
I keep picking up the phone and dialing the numbers but I never put the call through, I can’t bring myself to speak to either of them.
”I ain’t in the business of hurting people.”
”Bullshit, you’re pro goddamn wrestler, hurting people is what we get paid to do!”
”Well fuck that then.”
I kept this secret for so long and Frank just blurted it out for the world to hear, I knew how this was going to effect Eddie as well as our family. He’s a tough guy and he plays his character real well but he loves this business. He doesn’t wanna take anyone’s career away from them.
”Fuck that? Whaddya mean fuck that?”
”I already ended one poor son of a bitches career, who knows if Machado will ever be cleared to wrestle again, I’m done!”
”You can’t be done Eddie, we’re a team, a family!”
”I don’t fucking care.”
”People get hurt!”
”You’re damn right they do and I’m done hurting ‘em!”
That’s why I hid it, I knew he’d walk away if he found out, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself and Frank just threw it out there like a goddamn cliff note.
”Eddie, come on.”
Frank whose so goddamn deep into debt with a bookie he needs his brothers help bailing him out, again, if they weren’t brothers I’d of told him to go to hell and maybe I should. Frank doesn’t care about anyone but himself.
”Don’t do this to me.”
”To you? You fucking serious? You’re using me and you’re asking for my help? Go to hell.”
”Dammit Eddie!”
But I’m not that mean, that’s why I’m sitting on the bathroom floor again staring at my phone trying to think of a way to bring the three of us back together before the Brothers Black finish imploding.
”I needed the money…”
”Yeah, to pay your bookie, I thought you were done with that shit?”
”I was man but Jillie got pregnant and I can’t afford insurance…”
”So you gambled?”
”Yeah and I almost had enough but then it all went to hell…”
That’s when my phone rang, it was Joey…
“What Joey?”
“There’s something I need to tell you…”
This can’t be good.
”Look man, I get it, you hurt someone and it’s fucking with your head but I need you Eddie. I need you to get my back one more time and then we’ll figure something out… One more match?”
”One more match.”
Did you hear, Eddie?
What’s that?
We’re enemies.
No shit? What makes you say that?
It’s because we bicker.
And argue.
And occasionally fist fight.
Huh, see I thought that just made use brothers.
Nope, makes us enemies. See, brothers follow around some wannabe Charles Manson on his holy crusade of nonsense completely blind to everything and never questioning his word.
Sounds more like being a bitch.
Yup, sure does but clearly we’re mistaken, what with being actual blood brothers who’ve spent out entire lives kicking the shit out of each other from everything like building blocks to women.
Janice still liked me best.
Bullshit she did.
So let me get this straight, because we don’t always see shit eye to eye and we publically try to knock some sense into each other we’re suddenly less fucking dangerous inside that ring?
Apparently.
What the fuck does how we deal with our problems have to do with wrestling in the first place.
The big pretty one didn’t explain that.
Pretty?
Have you seen Fabio’s hair, shit is glorious.
Nah, never looked that close.
See, what I’m worried about is what happens when we get inside that ring and Fabio Blake’s little mind games don’t work so good and we kick their goddamn teeth down their goddamn throats.”
Fabio does like his mind games, digging inside my head trying to make me feel bad about some shit he can’t even comprehend. See boy, I’m a wrestler second and a man first. And yeah, shit happened, I’m not proud of it but you know what? I don’t back hand women like a bitch.
And they call us white trash?
Ragnarok and the Empire are walking advertisements for battered women shelters. The lot of ya spend more time getting your rocks off slapping around your ladies than you do in the ring but go ahead and tell me again about your daddy issues. All of you.
Guess Mr Blake wasn’t big on the hugs.
Or Mr Armod or Mr Kane or Mr Creed or so on and so on and so on.
It’s funny kid, you put yourself up there on the pedestal, looking down on us and you don’t even realize that that pedestal is attached to your brother’s ball sack.
Do you need permission to pee?
I bet he dusts Angel’s balls off after he sneezes.
So if the pretty one is Fabio who does that make the dumb one?
Just the dumb one.
Boy, you need a doctor. First you play Thor, then you play American Bad Ass and now you’re the fucking Ghost Whisperer? Bitch, you ain’t Jennifer Love Hewitt!
To be fair, I’ve seen bigger boobs.
Haven’t we all.
So what’s it gonna be Tank? Fabio attacked our personal lives like’s he got a fucking leg to stand on, you gonna point out the fact we’re from the south and sport a couple rebel flags on our heads?
Or are you gonna go for the obvious and just call us white trash?
That’d be cute coming from a sons of anarchy reject.
You wanna know why we wear these flags on our heads? It ain’t because we’re racist or some other clichéd stereotypical bullshit. We wear these flags on our heads because we’re proud of heritage. Our family fought for their beliefs, right or wrong they saw a government oppressing it’s people and they stood up and fought.
Hell yeah and four generations later I did the same, fought for our country, our freedom.
We wear these flags because we’re goddamn proud to be American.
What are you proud of Tank? You proud of your little team or your little stable or the fact you come running anytime one of the Blakes calls? What are you proud of Tank because right now you got a fist full of shit in one hand and a ton of wishes in the other.
And we know which one filled up first.
Why don’t the two of you stop living in another man’s shadow fighting for his dream and step the fuck up, grow a set of balls and show this world what it means to be proud of who you are and what you do.
Like I said, I’m a man first and a wrestler second, I’ll deal with my problems on my time but I will not let my life effect my job and I will not be mind fucked by a couple of goth rock lackeys. I’m gonna step up into that ring with my baby brother and together we’re going to leave the both of you’s laying the fuck out counting the lights.
It ain’t Ragnarok Now, It’s the Black Attack baby.
And these belts ain’t going nowhere!
But hey, I’m sure big brother will coddle you in his arms after you fail to live up to his lofty expectations.
Yeah he seems like the loving type.
Don’t let the door hit you.
Or the good lord split you.
”I’m ain’t doing it, I quit.”
”Quit!? You can’t fucking quit.”
I keep picking up the phone and dialing the numbers but I never put the call through, I can’t bring myself to speak to either of them.
”I ain’t in the business of hurting people.”
”Bullshit, you’re pro goddamn wrestler, hurting people is what we get paid to do!”
”Well fuck that then.”
I kept this secret for so long and Frank just blurted it out for the world to hear, I knew how this was going to effect Eddie as well as our family. He’s a tough guy and he plays his character real well but he loves this business. He doesn’t wanna take anyone’s career away from them.
”Fuck that? Whaddya mean fuck that?”
”I already ended one poor son of a bitches career, who knows if Machado will ever be cleared to wrestle again, I’m done!”
”You can’t be done Eddie, we’re a team, a family!”
”I don’t fucking care.”
”People get hurt!”
”You’re damn right they do and I’m done hurting ‘em!”
That’s why I hid it, I knew he’d walk away if he found out, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself and Frank just threw it out there like a goddamn cliff note.
”Eddie, come on.”
Frank whose so goddamn deep into debt with a bookie he needs his brothers help bailing him out, again, if they weren’t brothers I’d of told him to go to hell and maybe I should. Frank doesn’t care about anyone but himself.
”Don’t do this to me.”
”To you? You fucking serious? You’re using me and you’re asking for my help? Go to hell.”
”Dammit Eddie!”
But I’m not that mean, that’s why I’m sitting on the bathroom floor again staring at my phone trying to think of a way to bring the three of us back together before the Brothers Black finish imploding.
”I needed the money…”
”Yeah, to pay your bookie, I thought you were done with that shit?”
”I was man but Jillie got pregnant and I can’t afford insurance…”
”So you gambled?”
”Yeah and I almost had enough but then it all went to hell…”
That’s when my phone rang, it was Joey…
“What Joey?”
“There’s something I need to tell you…”
This can’t be good.
”Look man, I get it, you hurt someone and it’s fucking with your head but I need you Eddie. I need you to get my back one more time and then we’ll figure something out… One more match?”
”One more match.”
Did you hear, Eddie?
What’s that?
We’re enemies.
No shit? What makes you say that?
It’s because we bicker.
And argue.
And occasionally fist fight.
Huh, see I thought that just made use brothers.
Nope, makes us enemies. See, brothers follow around some wannabe Charles Manson on his holy crusade of nonsense completely blind to everything and never questioning his word.
Sounds more like being a bitch.
Yup, sure does but clearly we’re mistaken, what with being actual blood brothers who’ve spent out entire lives kicking the shit out of each other from everything like building blocks to women.
Janice still liked me best.
Bullshit she did.
So let me get this straight, because we don’t always see shit eye to eye and we publically try to knock some sense into each other we’re suddenly less fucking dangerous inside that ring?
Apparently.
What the fuck does how we deal with our problems have to do with wrestling in the first place.
The big pretty one didn’t explain that.
Pretty?
Have you seen Fabio’s hair, shit is glorious.
Nah, never looked that close.
See, what I’m worried about is what happens when we get inside that ring and Fabio Blake’s little mind games don’t work so good and we kick their goddamn teeth down their goddamn throats.”
Fabio does like his mind games, digging inside my head trying to make me feel bad about some shit he can’t even comprehend. See boy, I’m a wrestler second and a man first. And yeah, shit happened, I’m not proud of it but you know what? I don’t back hand women like a bitch.
And they call us white trash?
Ragnarok and the Empire are walking advertisements for battered women shelters. The lot of ya spend more time getting your rocks off slapping around your ladies than you do in the ring but go ahead and tell me again about your daddy issues. All of you.
Guess Mr Blake wasn’t big on the hugs.
Or Mr Armod or Mr Kane or Mr Creed or so on and so on and so on.
It’s funny kid, you put yourself up there on the pedestal, looking down on us and you don’t even realize that that pedestal is attached to your brother’s ball sack.
Do you need permission to pee?
I bet he dusts Angel’s balls off after he sneezes.
So if the pretty one is Fabio who does that make the dumb one?
Just the dumb one.
Boy, you need a doctor. First you play Thor, then you play American Bad Ass and now you’re the fucking Ghost Whisperer? Bitch, you ain’t Jennifer Love Hewitt!
To be fair, I’ve seen bigger boobs.
Haven’t we all.
So what’s it gonna be Tank? Fabio attacked our personal lives like’s he got a fucking leg to stand on, you gonna point out the fact we’re from the south and sport a couple rebel flags on our heads?
Or are you gonna go for the obvious and just call us white trash?
That’d be cute coming from a sons of anarchy reject.
You wanna know why we wear these flags on our heads? It ain’t because we’re racist or some other clichéd stereotypical bullshit. We wear these flags on our heads because we’re proud of heritage. Our family fought for their beliefs, right or wrong they saw a government oppressing it’s people and they stood up and fought.
Hell yeah and four generations later I did the same, fought for our country, our freedom.
We wear these flags because we’re goddamn proud to be American.
What are you proud of Tank? You proud of your little team or your little stable or the fact you come running anytime one of the Blakes calls? What are you proud of Tank because right now you got a fist full of shit in one hand and a ton of wishes in the other.
And we know which one filled up first.
Why don’t the two of you stop living in another man’s shadow fighting for his dream and step the fuck up, grow a set of balls and show this world what it means to be proud of who you are and what you do.
Like I said, I’m a man first and a wrestler second, I’ll deal with my problems on my time but I will not let my life effect my job and I will not be mind fucked by a couple of goth rock lackeys. I’m gonna step up into that ring with my baby brother and together we’re going to leave the both of you’s laying the fuck out counting the lights.
It ain’t Ragnarok Now, It’s the Black Attack baby.
And these belts ain’t going nowhere!
But hey, I’m sure big brother will coddle you in his arms after you fail to live up to his lofty expectations.
Yeah he seems like the loving type.
Don’t let the door hit you.
Or the good lord split you.
Well howdy there pardner.