Post by Ghost Spike on Aug 28, 2016 15:49:04 GMT
He wakes up from what could only be described as a nightmare, sweat covers his forehead as he sits upright, swinging his legs to the side. Sunlight shines through the gap in the curtains, but it’s barely making a dent on the small, dark, and dank room. He leans forward and places his elbows on his knees, before rubbing his hands over his face. He looks back over his shoulder at the blonde stunner lying asleep next to him. A smile spreads across his lips, as his heart skips a beat.
“I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you Phi….”
His smile is plastered across his face as he stumbles across the room towards the so-called “en-suite” bathroom, and fumbles with the light switch. His reflection in the mirror looks blurry as the tiny bit of light from the bedroom filters through, the neon light in the bathroom flickers and his reflection changes - just for a split second. Blurry images of scary figures seem to be looming around him. His face is young, much younger than we are used to. His body isn’t scarred from years of violence, his face isn’t worn from untold miles on the road. However, those figures, those demons.
They’re seeking their prey.
A clap of thunder wakes him from his sleep, sitting bolt upright sweat beads fall down his bare chest. He swings his legs to the side, taking in a deep breath, calming himself from the torment of his dreams. The rain beats hard on the window as the moonlight barely creeps through the open curtains He swings his legs to the side, and leans on his elbows, before wiping his hands over his face to gather himself. He looked down at the wedding ring on his hand, before looking over his shoulder at the raven haired beauty sleeping alongside him. A smile crept upon his face as he slowly rose to his feet…
“You’re having my baby…..I won’t fuck it up this time.”
The smile wasn’t what people were used to, it wasn’t one of cockiness, or arrogance….it was pride. Something he had not felt in a long time. He walked towards the bathroom door, and nudged it open. Once again he looked into the reflection of the mirror, and the blurry reflection showed shadows around him. Their shapes hard to define, a creepy looking bunny rabbit, a white haired old man, and a sinister looking version of his wife lying in the bed behind him. He focused on the mirror, and pressed the light switch, and just like that, they were gone.
Or where they?
This time it was a sound of birdsong that awoke him, gently wafting through the window of an expensive looking bedroom. The large window was open to let the night air in, but the sun had risen and the gentle breeze blew the long curtains…..FLASH! Lightning strikes….and the room is different, it’s the same room, but the decor is….darker, somehow…..FLASH! He slides to the side of the bed once more, trying to clear his head as the flashes hit quicker and faster. He performs the same motions in both the sunny beautiful room, and the dark and cold looking room.
“I don’t know who I am anymore.”
He glances behind him and see’s his Big Red snoozing next to him, FLASH! Ana Valentine lies there with almost a sneer on her face. He shudders as he tries to deal with what he’s seeing. He jumps out of the bed, stumbling towards the large en-suite bathroom. The lights are already on, and as the rapid fire flashes are happening around him, the state of the bathroom changes from a clean and inviting looking room, to a messy and unkempt one. He stares into the mirror, focusing hard….but he only see’s himself in the reflection.
FLASH!
The bunny rabbit appears behind him, and is gone, just like that.
FLASH!
The grave of his first born son sears into his eyes.
FLASH!
The face of his long dead old man stares right back at him.
He stares into the mirror, shaking with anger and fear, before he drops to his knees and begins to sob into his hands.
The sun shines through the curtains brightly, the gap in them not by design but just by rushing to close them the night before. It hits him right in the face and awakes him with a grumble. He’s not shocked, he’s not alarmed. He wakes with as much peace as anyone ever could. He lays back and closes his eyes for a second, allowing the warmness of the sun to hit his face, before he’s startled by the woman next to him snuggling into him. He smiles a broad, happy smile, and places an arm around her. She snuggles deeply into his chest and places a hand on his.
“Do you have to go in today?”
The chuckle rose from deep within as he leaned his head to his the top of hers. He patted her hair and just sighed for a moment, taking the chance to relax and take it all in.
“You know I have to…..gotta make sure I’m still ring ready”
She shifts her weight and he slides to the side of the bed, the same way he does every morning, come rain, sun, or shine. He wipes his face with his hands, but he isn’t dreaming, he wasn’t dreaming earlier. He stands up, stretching as he heads towards his extravgant bathroom, with the smile still plastered on his face. He closest the door behind him, as he turns to look in the mirror. His eyesight blurs for just a second, and every single image we’ve seen so far blurs from a shadow behind him, to right over his face….and his smile changes.
The smile of a happy man, is replaced with the sinister grin of a man who knows exactly who he is.
“I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you Phi….”
His smile is plastered across his face as he stumbles across the room towards the so-called “en-suite” bathroom, and fumbles with the light switch. His reflection in the mirror looks blurry as the tiny bit of light from the bedroom filters through, the neon light in the bathroom flickers and his reflection changes - just for a split second. Blurry images of scary figures seem to be looming around him. His face is young, much younger than we are used to. His body isn’t scarred from years of violence, his face isn’t worn from untold miles on the road. However, those figures, those demons.
They’re seeking their prey.
~~~
Did you really think it would be that easy?
Those were your words, right Bobbie? Those were your witty, insightful, and humorous words to my claim of putting you out of action once and for all. I mean, you never were the more eloquent of….any group you’ve ever been in….ever. Where you? No, not Bob Pooler, because for all his fluff, for all his bluster...he’s just a follower. It’s all you’ve ever been Bob, always the bridesmaid, never the bride. Story of your life, right? Story of your career. You’re not trend setter, not a trail blazer….you follow in the footsteps of people far superior to you.
Like myself of course.
You see, whereas you strive to break the records of the people who came before you? I am the type to set those records! I’m the person who works his fingers to the bone, so leeches like you have a god damn job in the first place. Tell me Bob, do you honestly believe you’d be here in IWF if it wasn’t for me? Christ, do you even think there would be an IWF without me?
NOT A CHANCE.
nCw would have folded within months of opening, the Fox and Knite families have both openly admitted this, with Lance Ryan and myself to carry that federation on our shoulders? None of this would be possible….and when Joe Everyman dropped the ball? When Lex Sense cut his nose off to spite his face, and bailed? I stepped up Bob. I carried this company on my shoulders. Who was there with me, making this company must-see-tv? Rob Diamond. Rob motherloving Diamond. Where were you Bob? Where was Alex Jones? Where was Ana fucking Valentine? Where was Roberto Verona? Where was The ACE!? Huh?
Holding your dicks waiting for the chips to fall.
Well they fell in my lap, and I took the ball and ran. I ran like nobody else has after me, I brought my Empire back from the dust and I took this company by storm….and who slithered in? Who snuck through the back door and tried to grab themselves a piece of the pie. You Bob. Second string back up, fitting place for a second rate wrestler. Don’t you think? You saddled up onto my coat tails, and never let go.
But that began much further back, didn’t it?
~~~
Did you really think it would be that easy?
Those were your words, right Bobbie? Those were your witty, insightful, and humorous words to my claim of putting you out of action once and for all. I mean, you never were the more eloquent of….any group you’ve ever been in….ever. Where you? No, not Bob Pooler, because for all his fluff, for all his bluster...he’s just a follower. It’s all you’ve ever been Bob, always the bridesmaid, never the bride. Story of your life, right? Story of your career. You’re not trend setter, not a trail blazer….you follow in the footsteps of people far superior to you.
Like myself of course.
You see, whereas you strive to break the records of the people who came before you? I am the type to set those records! I’m the person who works his fingers to the bone, so leeches like you have a god damn job in the first place. Tell me Bob, do you honestly believe you’d be here in IWF if it wasn’t for me? Christ, do you even think there would be an IWF without me?
NOT A CHANCE.
nCw would have folded within months of opening, the Fox and Knite families have both openly admitted this, with Lance Ryan and myself to carry that federation on our shoulders? None of this would be possible….and when Joe Everyman dropped the ball? When Lex Sense cut his nose off to spite his face, and bailed? I stepped up Bob. I carried this company on my shoulders. Who was there with me, making this company must-see-tv? Rob Diamond. Rob motherloving Diamond. Where were you Bob? Where was Alex Jones? Where was Ana fucking Valentine? Where was Roberto Verona? Where was The ACE!? Huh?
Holding your dicks waiting for the chips to fall.
Well they fell in my lap, and I took the ball and ran. I ran like nobody else has after me, I brought my Empire back from the dust and I took this company by storm….and who slithered in? Who snuck through the back door and tried to grab themselves a piece of the pie. You Bob. Second string back up, fitting place for a second rate wrestler. Don’t you think? You saddled up onto my coat tails, and never let go.
But that began much further back, didn’t it?
~~~
A clap of thunder wakes him from his sleep, sitting bolt upright sweat beads fall down his bare chest. He swings his legs to the side, taking in a deep breath, calming himself from the torment of his dreams. The rain beats hard on the window as the moonlight barely creeps through the open curtains He swings his legs to the side, and leans on his elbows, before wiping his hands over his face to gather himself. He looked down at the wedding ring on his hand, before looking over his shoulder at the raven haired beauty sleeping alongside him. A smile crept upon his face as he slowly rose to his feet…
“You’re having my baby…..I won’t fuck it up this time.”
The smile wasn’t what people were used to, it wasn’t one of cockiness, or arrogance….it was pride. Something he had not felt in a long time. He walked towards the bathroom door, and nudged it open. Once again he looked into the reflection of the mirror, and the blurry reflection showed shadows around him. Their shapes hard to define, a creepy looking bunny rabbit, a white haired old man, and a sinister looking version of his wife lying in the bed behind him. He focused on the mirror, and pressed the light switch, and just like that, they were gone.
Or where they?
~~~
When you think about things, you’ve always tried to leech off of my name Bob. In essence, you’re like the poor mans Rob Diamond, to my Spike Kane - of course. Except Rob is more than capable of standing on his own. You, on the other hand? Well we’ve seen what happens when you try to be a man unto himself, haven’t we? You put in the most lethargic efforts for your matches, you question why you even want to be in this business, and you end up at the knees of Doctor Riley Griffiths, popping pills for fun.
Holy shit is the shoe on the other foot now.
Isn’t it funny how people looked down their noses at me for seeking help with my problems? With my issues, my anger management problems? Remember when Riley made me keep a diary, and you all laughed your fucking faces off? How did it feel Bob? Did it make you feel insignificant? Tell me, I really want to get into what your thought process was like at the time. The time when you gave absolutely no shits about anybody but yourself! I want to know whether the drugs had an effect on you, if they altered your brain chemistry, if you…”weren’t yourself” ….I need to know Bob…
What were you thinking when you left me hanging and didn’t show up for our tag team match?
What kind of friend leaves their buddy to fight a handicapped match against The Ace and Mike Laszlo, huh?
Spin this one to me Bobby, tell me how fucking revisionist this one is…
You left me for dead.
And never even mentioned it ever again.
~~~
When you think about things, you’ve always tried to leech off of my name Bob. In essence, you’re like the poor mans Rob Diamond, to my Spike Kane - of course. Except Rob is more than capable of standing on his own. You, on the other hand? Well we’ve seen what happens when you try to be a man unto himself, haven’t we? You put in the most lethargic efforts for your matches, you question why you even want to be in this business, and you end up at the knees of Doctor Riley Griffiths, popping pills for fun.
Holy shit is the shoe on the other foot now.
Isn’t it funny how people looked down their noses at me for seeking help with my problems? With my issues, my anger management problems? Remember when Riley made me keep a diary, and you all laughed your fucking faces off? How did it feel Bob? Did it make you feel insignificant? Tell me, I really want to get into what your thought process was like at the time. The time when you gave absolutely no shits about anybody but yourself! I want to know whether the drugs had an effect on you, if they altered your brain chemistry, if you…”weren’t yourself” ….I need to know Bob…
What were you thinking when you left me hanging and didn’t show up for our tag team match?
What kind of friend leaves their buddy to fight a handicapped match against The Ace and Mike Laszlo, huh?
Spin this one to me Bobby, tell me how fucking revisionist this one is…
You left me for dead.
And never even mentioned it ever again.
~~~
This time it was a sound of birdsong that awoke him, gently wafting through the window of an expensive looking bedroom. The large window was open to let the night air in, but the sun had risen and the gentle breeze blew the long curtains…..FLASH! Lightning strikes….and the room is different, it’s the same room, but the decor is….darker, somehow…..FLASH! He slides to the side of the bed once more, trying to clear his head as the flashes hit quicker and faster. He performs the same motions in both the sunny beautiful room, and the dark and cold looking room.
“I don’t know who I am anymore.”
He glances behind him and see’s his Big Red snoozing next to him, FLASH! Ana Valentine lies there with almost a sneer on her face. He shudders as he tries to deal with what he’s seeing. He jumps out of the bed, stumbling towards the large en-suite bathroom. The lights are already on, and as the rapid fire flashes are happening around him, the state of the bathroom changes from a clean and inviting looking room, to a messy and unkempt one. He stares into the mirror, focusing hard….but he only see’s himself in the reflection.
FLASH!
The bunny rabbit appears behind him, and is gone, just like that.
FLASH!
The grave of his first born son sears into his eyes.
FLASH!
The face of his long dead old man stares right back at him.
He stares into the mirror, shaking with anger and fear, before he drops to his knees and begins to sob into his hands.
~~~
Have I ever left you in such a predicament Bob?
Despite what people might say about me, I am loyal. Often to a fault. I do actually care about people, and in turn, have been hurt by people I care about. When I was at my lowest, when I needed a friend...you were nowhere to be found. Hell, when they announced to the entire world that I had cancer?
Where the fuck were you!?
Even Brad had the balls to get in touch with me. Was it all a ploy? Was it all some twisted plan of mine? Sure thing buddy...I had you all in the palm of my hand, like only I can do. People who hate my guts came forward with professional courtesy and extended their sympathies. Alex Jones hates every bone in my body, but he showed that he cared. Not you though Bob, nope….you hid wherever the fuck you were, doing what Bob Pooler does best…
Caring about nothing, and nobody, except Bob Pooler.
You portray yourself as this paragon of virtue Bob, but you’re nothing better than a bottom feeder. You show up for the big paycheck and then piss off home once your job is done. Not once have I seen you hang around to sign autographs, meet and greet the fans…..nope. Bob arrives….and Bob’s gonna Bob, right? You’re the single handed, most selfish person in this business Bob Pooler, and it sickens me that I used to call you a friend. Why? Because you never cared about me, you only cared about how far and how high I could bring you….well guess what Bob? We’re right here at the top…
And it’s a long fucking way down.
~~~
Have I ever left you in such a predicament Bob?
Despite what people might say about me, I am loyal. Often to a fault. I do actually care about people, and in turn, have been hurt by people I care about. When I was at my lowest, when I needed a friend...you were nowhere to be found. Hell, when they announced to the entire world that I had cancer?
Where the fuck were you!?
Even Brad had the balls to get in touch with me. Was it all a ploy? Was it all some twisted plan of mine? Sure thing buddy...I had you all in the palm of my hand, like only I can do. People who hate my guts came forward with professional courtesy and extended their sympathies. Alex Jones hates every bone in my body, but he showed that he cared. Not you though Bob, nope….you hid wherever the fuck you were, doing what Bob Pooler does best…
Caring about nothing, and nobody, except Bob Pooler.
You portray yourself as this paragon of virtue Bob, but you’re nothing better than a bottom feeder. You show up for the big paycheck and then piss off home once your job is done. Not once have I seen you hang around to sign autographs, meet and greet the fans…..nope. Bob arrives….and Bob’s gonna Bob, right? You’re the single handed, most selfish person in this business Bob Pooler, and it sickens me that I used to call you a friend. Why? Because you never cared about me, you only cared about how far and how high I could bring you….well guess what Bob? We’re right here at the top…
And it’s a long fucking way down.
~~~
The sun shines through the curtains brightly, the gap in them not by design but just by rushing to close them the night before. It hits him right in the face and awakes him with a grumble. He’s not shocked, he’s not alarmed. He wakes with as much peace as anyone ever could. He lays back and closes his eyes for a second, allowing the warmness of the sun to hit his face, before he’s startled by the woman next to him snuggling into him. He smiles a broad, happy smile, and places an arm around her. She snuggles deeply into his chest and places a hand on his.
“Do you have to go in today?”
The chuckle rose from deep within as he leaned his head to his the top of hers. He patted her hair and just sighed for a moment, taking the chance to relax and take it all in.
“You know I have to…..gotta make sure I’m still ring ready”
She shifts her weight and he slides to the side of the bed, the same way he does every morning, come rain, sun, or shine. He wipes his face with his hands, but he isn’t dreaming, he wasn’t dreaming earlier. He stands up, stretching as he heads towards his extravgant bathroom, with the smile still plastered on his face. He closest the door behind him, as he turns to look in the mirror. His eyesight blurs for just a second, and every single image we’ve seen so far blurs from a shadow behind him, to right over his face….and his smile changes.
The smile of a happy man, is replaced with the sinister grin of a man who knows exactly who he is.
Well howdy there pardner.