Post by Zasshu II on Nov 21, 2014 15:17:22 GMT
She was layin’ in a heap, cryin’ in the corner. They closed the door behind me, hopin’ I’d put her in her place. She looked up at me, eyes reminded me of a doe I saw once huntin’ with my old man. She started to take her tattered black tank top off but I stopped her.
“No.”
She looked afraid, expectin’ something else from me but there wasn’t gonna be nothin’ else. I took my old black leather coat off and swung it around her shoulders.
“You can’t, they’ll-“
“Shh.”
I dropped down on the cold floor beside her and pulled her close.
“I ain’t gotta do nothin’ I don’t wanna do.”
I could feel her soften against me. I knew we didn’t have a lot of time together,, they’d be listenin’, waitin’ to hear her screams. I’ll tell ‘em I cupped her mouth, kept her quiet, told her not to fight...
“Why are you being so nice?”
“We ain’t all evil…”
“But you follow him.”
“He promised me somethin’ I can’t ever have.”
She moved her head away, her silky black hair brushing against my face.
“What did he promise you?”
“Love.”
I sighed, the sting of losin’ Rachel was still strong, still hurt like a bitch to picture her in the arms of another man.
“I was an idiot to think he could make her love me…”
“She promised me love too… I guess that makes us both idiots…”
She smiled for a second, it was amazin’ to see, even with all this hell around her she still managed to smile at the little things. I though about getting’ her out of here, bustin’ through that door and just runnin’ with everything I got… But Blacks don’t run and I ain’t about to start.
“Why do we stay?”
Damn good question. One I found myself reapeatin’ in my head over and over again every night…
“Hope?”
“What are you hoping for?”
“The pain to stop… To wake up an not feel like a miserable sumbitch…”
“To be happy?”
I don’t think that’s possible.
“Nah… I ain’t ever gonna be happy again… Too much bullshit…”
“You could leave, start over, he can’t give you what you want so you’ve got no reason to stay.”
“That’s the thing, he owes me.”
“What?”
“Revenge.”
I felt my face get red, picturin’ Frank fumblin’ his hands all over Rachel, their moans of passion, the way they looked at each other…
“He promised me sweet revenge an I ain’t goin’ anywhere till I get it.”
She nodded but I don’t think she got it.
“Do you still love her?”
There was somethin’ in her voice, somethin’ almost pleadin’ about it.
“I don’t know. Only thing I feel when I think about her is anger.”
“That’s how I feel when I think about him…”
Kayla laid her head back down against me… I hesitated before wrappin’ my arm around her shoulder. I didn’t wanna fall for this girl, she’s too young, too broken, she doesn’t deserve the life she’s got…
Neither of us do.
Looky, looky it’s the big mouth breathing freak former Imperial Champion that tucked tale and ran after GOD kicked his lil bitch ass!
Guess they just hire any old goon back these days.
Well how’s it feel to be back big fella?
We notice ya took your damn time returnin’.
What’s the problem boy, too fuckin’ scared to get back in the ring with GOD? Too much of a fuckin’ bitch to show your face ya gotta sit idly by and wait for the perfect opportunity. Fuck, I don’t like Seth Evans or Renee Pleasant but atleast dem’ boys got balls enough to stand up to GOD!
Meanwhile you been hangin’ out in that hut wit ya mom talkin’ about that blink and you missed it title reign.
So now ya back, boy means business and he gon’ come and take care of it at our expense. Pickin’ the perfect opportunity to strike.
Opportunistic piece of shit.
Probably your managers idea, get the most bang for ya buck by throwin’ you out there when the people least expect it. Spike them t-shirt sales an make you look like an asset to Roberto Verona.
Too fuckin’ bad we’re gonna ass rape that asset and send him right back in the hole he crawled out of.
Ya goddamn right. See boy, we don’t give a shit what you think of us, our crusade or our loyalty to GOD. Brain washed lackeys? Alright, if that’s how ya wanna see it, sayin’ what every other dumb mother fucker says. Fuck yes we’re lackeys, we’re GOD’s little errand boys and we do his biddin’.
We’re also on every fuckin’ episode of Sacrifice, on every pay per view, our names on are on the tongues of every bitch ass miscreant on the roster.
Meanwhile have the people here are wonderin’ who the fuck you are and why you get to cut the line.
Question. If we’re GOD’s little bitches what does that make you? Cause we ain’t every been embarrassed on paid television by the reignin’ and defendin’ world champion.
We also ain’t lead around by the collar by some snobby ass mother fucker. Ya’ll think GOD orders us around but the fact of the matter is, ya’ll just afraid. We don’t do nothin’ we wouldn’t be doin’ anyways.
Ya’ll think we kick ass because he says so?
News flash even without GOD by our side we’d still be face rapein’ mother fuckers like it was our job. Or have you already forgotten that we are the only two time tag team champions, still fuckin’ reignin’ and we was kickin’ all the ass we could before GOD pointed us in the right direction.
See bitch, ya getting’ lead around on a leash, bein’ told when to eat, sleep an piss. GOD, he saw in us the fuckin’ potential to be his equals. He saw in each of us the capability to become what he is.
GOD is in all of us.
So when he made the offer to side up with him, learn from the best wrestler that has ever lived, well we ain’t about to scoff at the idea. Maybe you’re happy bein’ a one hit wonder a pin fall away from slinkin’ back into the darkness.
But we aint’. We got aspirations, dreams, we want to be the World Champion, we want to be GODs one day too an we on that path.
Say what ya want but we ain’t the ones who been hidin’ for the last six months.
We been out in the open, ready to fight, takin’ on all challengers and never makin’ excuses for our losses.
An you been cryin’ into the shoulder of Simon’s lil bastard.
I gotta be honest, I almost feel bad for Seth Evans here. The boy has been makin’ some damn fine improvements since he returned and now Berto saw fit to tag him up with that slopped forehead lookin’ mother fucker? Who’d he piss of? Christ, an people said GOD used to stack the bookin’.
GOD ain’t never put anybody in a match he wouldn’t wrestle himself.
But I guess Berto has no problem watchin’ Seth Evans get curb stomped while that other idiot waits for the proper orders.
Look here Evans, why not grow a set of fuckin’ balls and stop whinin’ about every single lil thing?
Look atchya! Three years ago you wasn’t shit in the wrestlin’ community. Hell, this time last year there wasn’t a person alive who even gave a shit if you died or not. Ya gotta blown your brains out on a damn podcast an the wrestlin’ world wouldn’t of batted an eyelash.
Damn right.
An now ya strong, fast, beatin’ ass, only sufferin’ a single loss in like two fuckin’ months? That’s a GODDAMN accomplishment and you owe that all to GOD! He MADE you who you are. He gave you the strength to persevere. Without God you’d still be eattin’ cheetos and suckin’ down mountain dews while workin’ on bein’ an Gold Star Mage or some stupid ass shit like that.
Praise be mother fucker!
An don’t think we don’t get it. WE get it. GOd beat up on your lady friend, your trainer, an even though she likes to remind people ad nausea about her record against male competitors she needs a video game nerd to come to her defense.
Bitch please. You back for you an no one else. People don’t just go destroyin’ their bodies for nothin’!
Nah and that’s the big hole in your crusade. Ya can’t just admit that GOD made you better.
But hey, what do we know. We’re only card carrying members of this sweet ass cult where the best goddamn wrestler to ever live is personally trainin’ us to follow in his footsteps. Clearly we be under qualified to speak on the matter.
Probably cause of the accents.
Who’d of thought so many dignified northerners would be so prejudice against a couple of southern boys.
Look here Seth. Come on down to that ring ready to prove a point. Kick the livin’ shit out of the us. Show GOD exactly what you’re capable but make DAMN SURE you thank him if you win.
On your knees bitch.
Cause you an I both know that Seth Evans circa 2011 wouldn’t stand a chance against the two of us. Seth Evans circa 2011 would be dead on arrival and we’d have our way with his rottin’, stinkin’ carcass. But now? This shit’s gonna be a fight an I’m lookin’ forward to findin’ out exactly how far you’re gonna go to get to GOD.
Kill or be killed mother fucker. That’s the name of the game an you better be willing to pay to play cause we is.
We’re comin’ to spill blood in GOD’s name, not cause he commanded it, cause we GODDAMN want too!
An you gonna bleed.
Ya better step the fuck up cause otherwise we paintin’ the whole damn crowd red with your blood.
“No.”
She looked afraid, expectin’ something else from me but there wasn’t gonna be nothin’ else. I took my old black leather coat off and swung it around her shoulders.
“You can’t, they’ll-“
“Shh.”
I dropped down on the cold floor beside her and pulled her close.
“I ain’t gotta do nothin’ I don’t wanna do.”
I could feel her soften against me. I knew we didn’t have a lot of time together,, they’d be listenin’, waitin’ to hear her screams. I’ll tell ‘em I cupped her mouth, kept her quiet, told her not to fight...
“Why are you being so nice?”
“We ain’t all evil…”
“But you follow him.”
“He promised me somethin’ I can’t ever have.”
She moved her head away, her silky black hair brushing against my face.
“What did he promise you?”
“Love.”
I sighed, the sting of losin’ Rachel was still strong, still hurt like a bitch to picture her in the arms of another man.
“I was an idiot to think he could make her love me…”
“She promised me love too… I guess that makes us both idiots…”
She smiled for a second, it was amazin’ to see, even with all this hell around her she still managed to smile at the little things. I though about getting’ her out of here, bustin’ through that door and just runnin’ with everything I got… But Blacks don’t run and I ain’t about to start.
“Why do we stay?”
Damn good question. One I found myself reapeatin’ in my head over and over again every night…
“Hope?”
“What are you hoping for?”
“The pain to stop… To wake up an not feel like a miserable sumbitch…”
“To be happy?”
I don’t think that’s possible.
“Nah… I ain’t ever gonna be happy again… Too much bullshit…”
“You could leave, start over, he can’t give you what you want so you’ve got no reason to stay.”
“That’s the thing, he owes me.”
“What?”
“Revenge.”
I felt my face get red, picturin’ Frank fumblin’ his hands all over Rachel, their moans of passion, the way they looked at each other…
“He promised me sweet revenge an I ain’t goin’ anywhere till I get it.”
She nodded but I don’t think she got it.
“Do you still love her?”
There was somethin’ in her voice, somethin’ almost pleadin’ about it.
“I don’t know. Only thing I feel when I think about her is anger.”
“That’s how I feel when I think about him…”
Kayla laid her head back down against me… I hesitated before wrappin’ my arm around her shoulder. I didn’t wanna fall for this girl, she’s too young, too broken, she doesn’t deserve the life she’s got…
Neither of us do.
Looky, looky it’s the big mouth breathing freak former Imperial Champion that tucked tale and ran after GOD kicked his lil bitch ass!
Guess they just hire any old goon back these days.
Well how’s it feel to be back big fella?
We notice ya took your damn time returnin’.
What’s the problem boy, too fuckin’ scared to get back in the ring with GOD? Too much of a fuckin’ bitch to show your face ya gotta sit idly by and wait for the perfect opportunity. Fuck, I don’t like Seth Evans or Renee Pleasant but atleast dem’ boys got balls enough to stand up to GOD!
Meanwhile you been hangin’ out in that hut wit ya mom talkin’ about that blink and you missed it title reign.
So now ya back, boy means business and he gon’ come and take care of it at our expense. Pickin’ the perfect opportunity to strike.
Opportunistic piece of shit.
Probably your managers idea, get the most bang for ya buck by throwin’ you out there when the people least expect it. Spike them t-shirt sales an make you look like an asset to Roberto Verona.
Too fuckin’ bad we’re gonna ass rape that asset and send him right back in the hole he crawled out of.
Ya goddamn right. See boy, we don’t give a shit what you think of us, our crusade or our loyalty to GOD. Brain washed lackeys? Alright, if that’s how ya wanna see it, sayin’ what every other dumb mother fucker says. Fuck yes we’re lackeys, we’re GOD’s little errand boys and we do his biddin’.
We’re also on every fuckin’ episode of Sacrifice, on every pay per view, our names on are on the tongues of every bitch ass miscreant on the roster.
Meanwhile have the people here are wonderin’ who the fuck you are and why you get to cut the line.
Question. If we’re GOD’s little bitches what does that make you? Cause we ain’t every been embarrassed on paid television by the reignin’ and defendin’ world champion.
We also ain’t lead around by the collar by some snobby ass mother fucker. Ya’ll think GOD orders us around but the fact of the matter is, ya’ll just afraid. We don’t do nothin’ we wouldn’t be doin’ anyways.
Ya’ll think we kick ass because he says so?
News flash even without GOD by our side we’d still be face rapein’ mother fuckers like it was our job. Or have you already forgotten that we are the only two time tag team champions, still fuckin’ reignin’ and we was kickin’ all the ass we could before GOD pointed us in the right direction.
See bitch, ya getting’ lead around on a leash, bein’ told when to eat, sleep an piss. GOD, he saw in us the fuckin’ potential to be his equals. He saw in each of us the capability to become what he is.
GOD is in all of us.
So when he made the offer to side up with him, learn from the best wrestler that has ever lived, well we ain’t about to scoff at the idea. Maybe you’re happy bein’ a one hit wonder a pin fall away from slinkin’ back into the darkness.
But we aint’. We got aspirations, dreams, we want to be the World Champion, we want to be GODs one day too an we on that path.
Say what ya want but we ain’t the ones who been hidin’ for the last six months.
We been out in the open, ready to fight, takin’ on all challengers and never makin’ excuses for our losses.
An you been cryin’ into the shoulder of Simon’s lil bastard.
I gotta be honest, I almost feel bad for Seth Evans here. The boy has been makin’ some damn fine improvements since he returned and now Berto saw fit to tag him up with that slopped forehead lookin’ mother fucker? Who’d he piss of? Christ, an people said GOD used to stack the bookin’.
GOD ain’t never put anybody in a match he wouldn’t wrestle himself.
But I guess Berto has no problem watchin’ Seth Evans get curb stomped while that other idiot waits for the proper orders.
Look here Evans, why not grow a set of fuckin’ balls and stop whinin’ about every single lil thing?
Look atchya! Three years ago you wasn’t shit in the wrestlin’ community. Hell, this time last year there wasn’t a person alive who even gave a shit if you died or not. Ya gotta blown your brains out on a damn podcast an the wrestlin’ world wouldn’t of batted an eyelash.
Damn right.
An now ya strong, fast, beatin’ ass, only sufferin’ a single loss in like two fuckin’ months? That’s a GODDAMN accomplishment and you owe that all to GOD! He MADE you who you are. He gave you the strength to persevere. Without God you’d still be eattin’ cheetos and suckin’ down mountain dews while workin’ on bein’ an Gold Star Mage or some stupid ass shit like that.
Praise be mother fucker!
An don’t think we don’t get it. WE get it. GOd beat up on your lady friend, your trainer, an even though she likes to remind people ad nausea about her record against male competitors she needs a video game nerd to come to her defense.
Bitch please. You back for you an no one else. People don’t just go destroyin’ their bodies for nothin’!
Nah and that’s the big hole in your crusade. Ya can’t just admit that GOD made you better.
But hey, what do we know. We’re only card carrying members of this sweet ass cult where the best goddamn wrestler to ever live is personally trainin’ us to follow in his footsteps. Clearly we be under qualified to speak on the matter.
Probably cause of the accents.
Who’d of thought so many dignified northerners would be so prejudice against a couple of southern boys.
Look here Seth. Come on down to that ring ready to prove a point. Kick the livin’ shit out of the us. Show GOD exactly what you’re capable but make DAMN SURE you thank him if you win.
On your knees bitch.
Cause you an I both know that Seth Evans circa 2011 wouldn’t stand a chance against the two of us. Seth Evans circa 2011 would be dead on arrival and we’d have our way with his rottin’, stinkin’ carcass. But now? This shit’s gonna be a fight an I’m lookin’ forward to findin’ out exactly how far you’re gonna go to get to GOD.
Kill or be killed mother fucker. That’s the name of the game an you better be willing to pay to play cause we is.
We’re comin’ to spill blood in GOD’s name, not cause he commanded it, cause we GODDAMN want too!
An you gonna bleed.
Ya better step the fuck up cause otherwise we paintin’ the whole damn crowd red with your blood.
Well howdy there pardner.