Post by Zasshu II on May 27, 2015 18:05:16 GMT
Eddie Black sat alone in a red leather booth in the corner of a bar. His eyes were on his half empty beer at the moment, both leather clad arms draped across the table, hands on the handle of the glass, the gold liquid still bubbling under the dim lights.
Bodies moved in the darkness, gyrating to the beat of some modern dance song, Eddie didn’t pay any attention to that. His mind was on other things, other places. He wasn’t even sure what he was doing here, something drew him out tonight, some carnal need that he didn’t really understand.
One of the bodies in the darkness began to move closer to him, swaying to the beat of the music as they came into the light. They were thin in a pair of tight denim jeans, their bare chest was covered in glitter.
“Haven’t seen you here before big fella.”
They sat down across from Eddie in the booth, their short blond hair glistening in the light, their perfect white teeth catching his attention.
“Anything I can help you with?”
They reached out for him, their silky smooth skin sending a little shiver down Eddie’s spin.
“Relieve some tension maybe?”
Eddie looked up into the bright blue eyes of the young man sitting across from him.
“You sure look like you could use a release.”
The man slowly started to stroke the hand of Eddie Black. Eddie just continued to stare at him, not speaking, barely breathing. It suddenly occurred to him what he wanted, why he was here, all his life he had been fighting something unexplainable, unseen about himself and now he knew… Now he knew.
”How much?”
“Right to the point, why not talk a litt-“
Eddie’s hand moved so quick that the young man didn’t have time to flinch, only that suddenly his wrist was twisted around in an awkward position on the edge of snapping.
”How. Much?”
“Jesus man… You like it rough? Ok… $500….”
Eddie let him go.
”Let’s go.”
Eddie stood up from the booth and started walking toward the steps that lead to the single bed rooms, the young man followed with a slight smirk on his face…
Yah call that pussin’ out Atwata!? I ripped yah bitch ass outta that ring an nearly kicked three shades a shit outta yah before Leroux an his lackeys came down and pried me off a yah with a damn crow bar!
Now yah been runnin’ yah mouth fer a few weeks no, makin’ lil jokes bout that horse shit match with Domi but let me tell yah somethin son.
I’m bout to fuck yah life all up.
Yah think I don’t know how to get hardcore!? Yah think lil Eddie Black ain’t ever been in a bar fight or two? Bitch, I’ve busted more skulls than there are heads in the arena! I wrestled in Japan where they don’t do hardcore, they have DEATH MATCHES! I been in barbed wire covered explosive rings surrounded by beds a three inch nails!
I’ve wrestled cannibals and killers an made them beg for fuckin’ mercy!
The fuck are yah gonna do besides sick a woman on me? Too much of a bitch to get your hands dirty an face me like a man yah gotta blind side me in the ring. I been out there, ready to go whenever yah are! But where has Atwata been? Where yah been besides backstage runnin’ yah mouth?
Yah wanna see what I’m capable? Yah wanna see how fuckin’ bloody I’m willin’ to get to beat yah?
I will gut yah like a cat fish and leave yah insides out to dry.
Yah don’t wanna know what I’m capable of son, yah don’t wanna see my bad side. Yah only got a glimpse a few weeks back when I beat yah ass. Yah keep pushin’ my buttons an I promise yah there won’t be enough of yah left to bury!
An why the fuck is Andrew Jacobsen and that masked fuckin’ fajita in this match? Was I watchin’ the wrong show or did Joey Leroux not make a mufuckin’ singles match between Atwata an myself?
Man I must of taken one too many hits to the head over the years what whatever.
Andrew, son, you’re a piss poor excuse for a man. A whiny lil bitch lickin’ up the extra cum that drips off the lips of Mike Laszlo. Yah don’t deserve to be in this match, yah don’t deserve to be anywhere near the Invictus title, son, yah don’t even deserve the effort it’s goin’ to take me to beat yah ass.
Yah should be on the preshow havin’ your lil match with Guernica over the goddamn right to lace up my boots!
Yah fancy yahself some kinda technical wrestlin’ master but let me tell yah something Jacobsen. There ain’t no rules in this match cept whoever gets the contract first wins. That’s it. So if I wanna cave yah mufuckin’ skull in wit a chair then I’m a do it. If I wanna light a table on fire and pile drive your fuckin’ head through it, I’m a do it. If I wanna just punch the livin’ shit outta yah until the paramedics declare yah dead.
I’m a do it.
Yah can’t wrestle yah way outta this match. There ain’t no hold, no arm bar, no fuckin’ move in yah arsenal that’s gonna stop me from breakin’ yah like the lil bitch that yah are.
An Guernica? Son, please get the fuck outta my ring before yah get yahself hurt.
You’re a green lil bastard, been in this business for no more than mili second an yah ain’t ready for the shit storm that’s about to rain down upon you.
This match is for a shot at belt I was robbed of. Warren Kidd was ripe for the pickens last month an Atwata caused me my shot. Swooped in like a thieve in the night an handed my shot, MY BELT to Aaron Owens an that has been naggin’ at me all month long.
I want that belt, I want that shot, that miserable lil Owens is nothin’ but a place holder as far as I’m concerned an yah are standin’ in between me an him. That’s a dangerous place to be Guernica. See yah ain’t been in this business long enough to know how it works. Yah come in between a man an his gold an yah gonna find most of yah blood on the outside of yah body.
I’m not fuckin’ round either. I’m not throwin’ out fancy soundin’ threats to hear myself speak. For me to win this match I gotta make sure all three of yah aren’t capable of climbin’ up an getting’ the shot. I gotta break all of yah legs, yah arms, I gotta make sure every gasp of breath yah take is so fuckin’ painful that all yah wanna do is lay there an wait to die!
That’s what yah walkin’ into Guernica. That’s what this match means to me.
I’m a tell yah how this is gun go. Yah gonna sit yah ass outside of that ring an watch as I fuckin’ destroy two other men with my bare hands an yah gonna fuckin’ pray yah don’t do anything to piss me off for the duration of the match.
That’s bout the only way yah walk away from this with a future in this business.
I’m takin’ what’s mine an I ain’t ever gonna stop till I’m dead in the ground. Yah think any of yah got the balls to pull the trigga? Yah know where to find me.
Bodies moved in the darkness, gyrating to the beat of some modern dance song, Eddie didn’t pay any attention to that. His mind was on other things, other places. He wasn’t even sure what he was doing here, something drew him out tonight, some carnal need that he didn’t really understand.
One of the bodies in the darkness began to move closer to him, swaying to the beat of the music as they came into the light. They were thin in a pair of tight denim jeans, their bare chest was covered in glitter.
“Haven’t seen you here before big fella.”
They sat down across from Eddie in the booth, their short blond hair glistening in the light, their perfect white teeth catching his attention.
“Anything I can help you with?”
They reached out for him, their silky smooth skin sending a little shiver down Eddie’s spin.
“Relieve some tension maybe?”
Eddie looked up into the bright blue eyes of the young man sitting across from him.
“You sure look like you could use a release.”
The man slowly started to stroke the hand of Eddie Black. Eddie just continued to stare at him, not speaking, barely breathing. It suddenly occurred to him what he wanted, why he was here, all his life he had been fighting something unexplainable, unseen about himself and now he knew… Now he knew.
”How much?”
“Right to the point, why not talk a litt-“
Eddie’s hand moved so quick that the young man didn’t have time to flinch, only that suddenly his wrist was twisted around in an awkward position on the edge of snapping.
”How. Much?”
“Jesus man… You like it rough? Ok… $500….”
Eddie let him go.
”Let’s go.”
Eddie stood up from the booth and started walking toward the steps that lead to the single bed rooms, the young man followed with a slight smirk on his face…
Yah call that pussin’ out Atwata!? I ripped yah bitch ass outta that ring an nearly kicked three shades a shit outta yah before Leroux an his lackeys came down and pried me off a yah with a damn crow bar!
Now yah been runnin’ yah mouth fer a few weeks no, makin’ lil jokes bout that horse shit match with Domi but let me tell yah somethin son.
I’m bout to fuck yah life all up.
Yah think I don’t know how to get hardcore!? Yah think lil Eddie Black ain’t ever been in a bar fight or two? Bitch, I’ve busted more skulls than there are heads in the arena! I wrestled in Japan where they don’t do hardcore, they have DEATH MATCHES! I been in barbed wire covered explosive rings surrounded by beds a three inch nails!
I’ve wrestled cannibals and killers an made them beg for fuckin’ mercy!
The fuck are yah gonna do besides sick a woman on me? Too much of a bitch to get your hands dirty an face me like a man yah gotta blind side me in the ring. I been out there, ready to go whenever yah are! But where has Atwata been? Where yah been besides backstage runnin’ yah mouth?
Yah wanna see what I’m capable? Yah wanna see how fuckin’ bloody I’m willin’ to get to beat yah?
I will gut yah like a cat fish and leave yah insides out to dry.
Yah don’t wanna know what I’m capable of son, yah don’t wanna see my bad side. Yah only got a glimpse a few weeks back when I beat yah ass. Yah keep pushin’ my buttons an I promise yah there won’t be enough of yah left to bury!
An why the fuck is Andrew Jacobsen and that masked fuckin’ fajita in this match? Was I watchin’ the wrong show or did Joey Leroux not make a mufuckin’ singles match between Atwata an myself?
Man I must of taken one too many hits to the head over the years what whatever.
Andrew, son, you’re a piss poor excuse for a man. A whiny lil bitch lickin’ up the extra cum that drips off the lips of Mike Laszlo. Yah don’t deserve to be in this match, yah don’t deserve to be anywhere near the Invictus title, son, yah don’t even deserve the effort it’s goin’ to take me to beat yah ass.
Yah should be on the preshow havin’ your lil match with Guernica over the goddamn right to lace up my boots!
Yah fancy yahself some kinda technical wrestlin’ master but let me tell yah something Jacobsen. There ain’t no rules in this match cept whoever gets the contract first wins. That’s it. So if I wanna cave yah mufuckin’ skull in wit a chair then I’m a do it. If I wanna light a table on fire and pile drive your fuckin’ head through it, I’m a do it. If I wanna just punch the livin’ shit outta yah until the paramedics declare yah dead.
I’m a do it.
Yah can’t wrestle yah way outta this match. There ain’t no hold, no arm bar, no fuckin’ move in yah arsenal that’s gonna stop me from breakin’ yah like the lil bitch that yah are.
An Guernica? Son, please get the fuck outta my ring before yah get yahself hurt.
You’re a green lil bastard, been in this business for no more than mili second an yah ain’t ready for the shit storm that’s about to rain down upon you.
This match is for a shot at belt I was robbed of. Warren Kidd was ripe for the pickens last month an Atwata caused me my shot. Swooped in like a thieve in the night an handed my shot, MY BELT to Aaron Owens an that has been naggin’ at me all month long.
I want that belt, I want that shot, that miserable lil Owens is nothin’ but a place holder as far as I’m concerned an yah are standin’ in between me an him. That’s a dangerous place to be Guernica. See yah ain’t been in this business long enough to know how it works. Yah come in between a man an his gold an yah gonna find most of yah blood on the outside of yah body.
I’m not fuckin’ round either. I’m not throwin’ out fancy soundin’ threats to hear myself speak. For me to win this match I gotta make sure all three of yah aren’t capable of climbin’ up an getting’ the shot. I gotta break all of yah legs, yah arms, I gotta make sure every gasp of breath yah take is so fuckin’ painful that all yah wanna do is lay there an wait to die!
That’s what yah walkin’ into Guernica. That’s what this match means to me.
I’m a tell yah how this is gun go. Yah gonna sit yah ass outside of that ring an watch as I fuckin’ destroy two other men with my bare hands an yah gonna fuckin’ pray yah don’t do anything to piss me off for the duration of the match.
That’s bout the only way yah walk away from this with a future in this business.
I’m takin’ what’s mine an I ain’t ever gonna stop till I’m dead in the ground. Yah think any of yah got the balls to pull the trigga? Yah know where to find me.
Well howdy there pardner.