Post by J-Hop on Mar 23, 2013 17:15:01 GMT -4
DOWN TIME: IT'S ABOUT TO GO .... DOWN!
3/11/13 - 2:00 AM – Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada - Seven Oaks General Hospital
Ever had an emergency and you still had to wait damn near an hour and a half for service to come to you? It wasn’t just in the ‘States, but it was here in Canada as well. Being assisted by Bailey and Williams along with portion of APW’s finest EMT service, I made it to the hospital safe, except the waiting period. I did however get a great room, to myself as the only thing that made noise was the heart monitor.
beep ... BEEP ... beeep
“My ribs are fucked. I can’t barely breathe without crying.” Cringing to every motion I made trying to breathe, both Bailey and Williams sat on opposite sides of the bed as they had their heads down, feeling down about this whole situation.
“We should’ve been there quicker!” Bailey said as he looked worst for wear. Hell, he had a date with Aubrey, but got cheated out again. He was unrested. “We really didn’t believe you were going to go after her like you said. We thought you were kidding.”
At this moment, I wish I was kidding, but fact is, I wasn’t. I wanted her so badly that I risked my own health trying to take her out like a sniper and got caught badly on the end by her boy, Logan Alexander, the same guy I had teamed with earlier in the night.
He came after me after that match, seeing I was aiming for his girl. Walking with caution, I never expected to be speared to concrete, bleeding from the mouth like a fountain.
“It’s not your fault, none of you are at fault. This was my decision, this was my mistake. I wanted to gain payback for ya’ll and got taken out. I felt like ‘road kill’.”
“Yeah, you’re banged up pretty good, bro!” Bailey said as he glanced over.
“So this jeopardizes our chances at getting those ti---”
Even with a hurt right arm and shoulder, I was able to lift it to stop Williams from finishing that question.
“It’s not going to stop me or our chances at getting those titles back on our side. We’ve come too far to let shit like this set us back. I admit, I should’ve waited but my fuses man, my fuses are growing shorter and shorter.”
I wasn’t allowing what happened to keep me from participating in both my first Rasslemania appearance and the opportunity to get back what is ours. Banged up or not, fifty percent or a hundred, I’m not dropping out of the starting lineup.
“But Jair, you are a total wreck right now. Doc’ said it was going to take at least three weeks for all to heal completely.” Williams said as he spoke with a hint of doubt.
“Fuck that Doctor’s prediction. This means A LOT more to me than trying to heal. I’ll heal after Rasslemania. Who knows, I might fuck up something else, haha!”[/i][/color]
And just right after that quick laugh, it felt like my chest was about to implode. Breathing was quite discomforting as I found out about my busted-up ribs. Tied to IV and a button in my hand for pain relief aka “Morphine”, it seemed like I’d be here for a few days.
“Jair, I can ask Reginald Schmidt if I can substitute Williams in for you. You seriously can’t risk your life over those titles. We’ll get another chance at them.”
I repeatedly shook my head, killing all hope for that opportunity to be happen.
“I understand you looking out for me Ant, but I’m not giving up that spot. I know William would stop and drop everything to fill in for me, but I can’t drop out. I’m stronger than that. Plus, William, you have to shut that damn ‘Young Mannie’ up. Even if it’s not on the main show, you need to focus on that man. Show him exactly who the “Smooth One” is.”
William nods although I could tell he wanted in on that spot badly to help TDB out and allow me to rest. I can’t pass up a double-play opportunity. Being on Rasslemania and defeating all odds in that triple threat tag showcase. I knew he could do it, but he needed to focus on Mannie, who was coming in with a lot of hype and a lot of ego.
“I bleed TDB and I will have to be put under dirt to not compete on the biggest stage, whether it’s pre-show or real show. I wouldn’t give it up for anything. The Dying Breed will come out two and zero at Rasslemania IX. I have faith!”
Bailey and Williams nodded as I reached with my left fist out as if going for dapping fists. Bailey puts his fists in join with mines as Williams follow.
“All for one, brothers. All for one. In two weeks, we will have the greatest outing in APW. No one can deny our destiny on that night. Not Mannie, not Aubrey, not Logan, not Christian, nor Kaylyn.” I said as we were united, our fists representing unity and brotherhood.
As our fists returned, I laid still with both arms to the side of my body. My head meshing into the pillows as I could feel that striking pain.
“You alright?” Bailey asked as he saw the ugly face I gave.
“Yeah .. Yeah, I can manage.”
Truth, it was far beyond managing. Thank god they hooked me up with this Morphine to calm this aching pain. Yes, the ability to get high was one of many wants for a ‘user’, but they way I felt, I wouldn’t mind.
“This feels so gooooddd!” I said, pressing the button again.
“Yo dude, that is some lethal stuff. I don’t think it’s wise to press unless needed.” Bailey said, looking worried.
“I’ll be fine, Anthony!” I said to Anthony as my voice changed to somewhat of a slight higher pitch.
I was mellowing out on the instant. I pressed again and again as the count was going up and up. Bailey and Williams stood overly concerned as they saw my eyes close.
“Jair!”
“Jair ... wake up!”
“Jair, answer me!”
I was going for a ride to the unknown. I could hear mumbling or noises but all were dilated and non-understandable. I could feel my mouth curve with happiness as I remained there, heading into another ozone.
What the hell just happened?
Where am I?
Why is everything fuzzy-looking? What the hell is happening to me?
“Every challenge along the way
With courage I will face.
I will battle everyday
To claim my rightful place.
Come with me the time is right.
There's no better team.
Arm and arm we'll win the fight.
It's always been our dream.”
Hearing partial of this theme play, I knew I had to be high. What happened to my tee shirt and jeans. Why do I have a white tee and a blue collared open-vest on with a red and white baseball cap? What the hell is this yellow looking rat with this zig-zag tail doing beside me.
“What the hell happened to my homies? Where’s Anthony and Will?”
Where the hell am I?
“Ash, this is your home in Pallet Town. We haven’t been away that long for you to forget where you even live.”
No, please don’t tell me ...
Yes, Morphine is in fact one hell of a drug.
“Ash, this is not a time to lose focus, we have an enemy on our hands who was once a good friend. She’s unstable and will do anything to remain untouched. We need your best.”
This man, spikey hair and light-skinned. He walked with his eyes closed as he had on green shirt and a green vest. Whoever he was, he wasn’t who I was looking for but he was obviously looking for me.
“Misty has every bit of info on us. We need to be very careful. We have to be on-point and aware at all times.”
“Who the hell are you?”
“I’m Brock, Ash ... What’s going on with you?”
If I ever found a way out of this, I will promise to never, ever touch that button again.
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PAYBACK AT IT'S FINEST: THE DAY MISTY TURNED ON ALL OF US!
Location: Pallet Town aka ‘Rack City’
I never expected it to happen like that... The entire universe that watched it happen, never expected it to happen like it did.
Misty betrayed her soul for the devil. Me and Brock were heartbroken son of a bitches. Pikachu and Charmander wanted to find a reason to why it all happened. Onyx was like “Fuck that cheap trick, I’m going to kill her with my raging poison deep within.”
Why Misty? Why? Just why? I respected you like a human but you proved your worth of being a orange-haired ‘pigtail’ whore. You tricked us all into believing you were one of the good ones. You’re sickening.
“PIKKAAA--PIKA-PIKKKAAA”
Quiet, you damn rat! Even he’s fucking outraged at your actions. I’m just happy Charmander hasn’t committed arson with all the built up rage. I’m glad of it too because Squirtle doesn’t have much capacity of water to erase Char’s doings.
You traded it all just to be a Sinner, Misty. You and your little mischievous boy toy there. He got you to turn your cheeks at us but he can’t protect you when the battle really comes to a head. A couple of days stand between us before we can gain revenge. We never expected days like this, but that’s okay, we will prevail, just the two of us.
Not just the bullshit with Misty has us steaming, it’s the continued ignorance and annoyance of ‘Team Rocket’, Jesse and James. They have made things much worse than it already was. They gave us more reason to seek for damage, sticking their nose in our business. Go, go away, do some stupid shit with your pussycat and leave me and Brock alone. It’s not always about you two, you know? Your chance to shine will come again sometime soon, maybe never. Patience is a virtue and it seems you two haven’t learned about that. Once again, it’s okay.
“Pika-Pikachu...Pikkaaaa....”
“Charmander-Charrrr....”
Both of you, zip it. This time, this moment, this camera focus, it’s really important business. I understand you fellas are mad as shit too, but right now, we gotta keep it low key and not explode, feel me? Alright then! Quiet!
Jesse, James, like always you enter a situation where not wanted and get blasted back into oblivion. Expect the same this go round. Your time is not now, it never was. You are has-beens looking to scrape up what is left. That is your identity. A walking sack of failure.
But it all comes to an end Sunday, Misty, Team Rocket.
Me and Brock, as a team, as brothers, are going to do our best to rid of your so-called legacy and leave you empty like you came. Send you two thwarts back to Oblivion and Misty back to Currelean City, a loser. She will probably choke herself to death via her hair. I hope so. She deserves to be punished. We tried to save her, but she didn’t want the help. What’s next? The end, that’s what.
I’ve done my best to be an honest citizen. Misty, you didn’t have to have your ‘goon’ of a buddy, Sharpedo to spear me into nothing but mesh material. He got me good Misty, he got me good. I should have been more aware, I should have never went alone but I wanted to gain revenge on my own two feet, getting payback.
I fucked up, I know.
I just want to know Misty, what happened? What caused you to be a psycho, megalomaniac? You grew up so well only to be tainted by something, someone that has caused you to turn damn right evil in an angel’s dress. That’s the shit I DON’T LIKE. But it’s okay, like I said.
Me and Brock are coming back for what is ours. There’s nothing you or Team Rocket can do to stop me and Brock. I got my whole gang of supporters with me to take you down. Believe it. The world is ours ... Not yours.
Team Rocket is nothing but whores who want the spotlight but can’t handle the burning sensation of it. They grab a chance at getting us off guard and wind up fucking themselves. It’s hilarious at times, but right now, screw laughter. They have gotten on our last nerves. They will go up, up, and away ..... and they will remain there. Out of sight, out of mind like they should have been a while ago. Their the ultimate ‘dickriders’ and they have a habit of wanting to sneak into situations they see fit that include any kind of title being on the line without the necessary work to be considered a worthy challenger. They don’t like waiting for their turn.
Another lesson will be given come Sunday night.
Jesse, you’ve adopted this ignorance from someone and of course, they’ve poisoned your mind. You’ve gone from being a good girl to being a fucking bitch. Excuse my language, but it is total truth. As Ash Ketchum, I swear to tell nothing but the truth. I strive to do my best at everything I include myself in. Work up the ladder. It’s something you Jesse should learn to do. Your brethren or boyfriend or just a useful boy toy you look to soak all of the talent out of, James, he needs to do the same. Attacking us from behind, it solves nothing. It improves nothing.
It only makes the situation worst.
You tried to implement a message through our minds but all you did was become the message. I plan to mail you out and hope to never see you two doucheholes’ again.
We had the opportunity to hold these belts before. We know what it’s like to be the winner and the loser. You four don’t. We know what it takes to win and lose. You Misty never felt the feeling of letting your partner down, letting your gaurd down and ultimately letting that gold slip from you. Team Rocket, you haven’t experienced anything but failure. Somehow the ‘Gods’ gave you your first opportunity, undeserved, but an opportunity at something that you probably will pawn in afterwards. You have no respect for the value of teamwork. It’s all about individual accolades to you two.
Look at what you created Misty. Look at what you have created. I wasn’t supposed to be like this. I wasn’t suppose to end up like this. You had to have yours. Well Misty, you got yours while in the process of making three men think hard about their next move. You created a mess, Misty. You’re all by yourself, no friends, no family. Bless your heart, Misty.
3/11/13 - 2:00 AM – Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada - Seven Oaks General Hospital
Ever had an emergency and you still had to wait damn near an hour and a half for service to come to you? It wasn’t just in the ‘States, but it was here in Canada as well. Being assisted by Bailey and Williams along with portion of APW’s finest EMT service, I made it to the hospital safe, except the waiting period. I did however get a great room, to myself as the only thing that made noise was the heart monitor.
beep ... BEEP ... beeep
“My ribs are fucked. I can’t barely breathe without crying.” Cringing to every motion I made trying to breathe, both Bailey and Williams sat on opposite sides of the bed as they had their heads down, feeling down about this whole situation.
“We should’ve been there quicker!” Bailey said as he looked worst for wear. Hell, he had a date with Aubrey, but got cheated out again. He was unrested. “We really didn’t believe you were going to go after her like you said. We thought you were kidding.”
At this moment, I wish I was kidding, but fact is, I wasn’t. I wanted her so badly that I risked my own health trying to take her out like a sniper and got caught badly on the end by her boy, Logan Alexander, the same guy I had teamed with earlier in the night.
He came after me after that match, seeing I was aiming for his girl. Walking with caution, I never expected to be speared to concrete, bleeding from the mouth like a fountain.
“It’s not your fault, none of you are at fault. This was my decision, this was my mistake. I wanted to gain payback for ya’ll and got taken out. I felt like ‘road kill’.”
“Yeah, you’re banged up pretty good, bro!” Bailey said as he glanced over.
“So this jeopardizes our chances at getting those ti---”
Even with a hurt right arm and shoulder, I was able to lift it to stop Williams from finishing that question.
“It’s not going to stop me or our chances at getting those titles back on our side. We’ve come too far to let shit like this set us back. I admit, I should’ve waited but my fuses man, my fuses are growing shorter and shorter.”
I wasn’t allowing what happened to keep me from participating in both my first Rasslemania appearance and the opportunity to get back what is ours. Banged up or not, fifty percent or a hundred, I’m not dropping out of the starting lineup.
“But Jair, you are a total wreck right now. Doc’ said it was going to take at least three weeks for all to heal completely.” Williams said as he spoke with a hint of doubt.
“Fuck that Doctor’s prediction. This means A LOT more to me than trying to heal. I’ll heal after Rasslemania. Who knows, I might fuck up something else, haha!”[/i][/color]
And just right after that quick laugh, it felt like my chest was about to implode. Breathing was quite discomforting as I found out about my busted-up ribs. Tied to IV and a button in my hand for pain relief aka “Morphine”, it seemed like I’d be here for a few days.
“Jair, I can ask Reginald Schmidt if I can substitute Williams in for you. You seriously can’t risk your life over those titles. We’ll get another chance at them.”
I repeatedly shook my head, killing all hope for that opportunity to be happen.
“I understand you looking out for me Ant, but I’m not giving up that spot. I know William would stop and drop everything to fill in for me, but I can’t drop out. I’m stronger than that. Plus, William, you have to shut that damn ‘Young Mannie’ up. Even if it’s not on the main show, you need to focus on that man. Show him exactly who the “Smooth One” is.”
William nods although I could tell he wanted in on that spot badly to help TDB out and allow me to rest. I can’t pass up a double-play opportunity. Being on Rasslemania and defeating all odds in that triple threat tag showcase. I knew he could do it, but he needed to focus on Mannie, who was coming in with a lot of hype and a lot of ego.
“I bleed TDB and I will have to be put under dirt to not compete on the biggest stage, whether it’s pre-show or real show. I wouldn’t give it up for anything. The Dying Breed will come out two and zero at Rasslemania IX. I have faith!”
Bailey and Williams nodded as I reached with my left fist out as if going for dapping fists. Bailey puts his fists in join with mines as Williams follow.
“All for one, brothers. All for one. In two weeks, we will have the greatest outing in APW. No one can deny our destiny on that night. Not Mannie, not Aubrey, not Logan, not Christian, nor Kaylyn.” I said as we were united, our fists representing unity and brotherhood.
As our fists returned, I laid still with both arms to the side of my body. My head meshing into the pillows as I could feel that striking pain.
“You alright?” Bailey asked as he saw the ugly face I gave.
“Yeah .. Yeah, I can manage.”
Truth, it was far beyond managing. Thank god they hooked me up with this Morphine to calm this aching pain. Yes, the ability to get high was one of many wants for a ‘user’, but they way I felt, I wouldn’t mind.
“This feels so gooooddd!” I said, pressing the button again.
“Yo dude, that is some lethal stuff. I don’t think it’s wise to press unless needed.” Bailey said, looking worried.
“I’ll be fine, Anthony!” I said to Anthony as my voice changed to somewhat of a slight higher pitch.
I was mellowing out on the instant. I pressed again and again as the count was going up and up. Bailey and Williams stood overly concerned as they saw my eyes close.
“Jair!”
“Jair ... wake up!”
“Jair, answer me!”
I was going for a ride to the unknown. I could hear mumbling or noises but all were dilated and non-understandable. I could feel my mouth curve with happiness as I remained there, heading into another ozone.
What the hell just happened?
Where am I?
Why is everything fuzzy-looking? What the hell is happening to me?
“Every challenge along the way
With courage I will face.
I will battle everyday
To claim my rightful place.
Come with me the time is right.
There's no better team.
Arm and arm we'll win the fight.
It's always been our dream.”
Hearing partial of this theme play, I knew I had to be high. What happened to my tee shirt and jeans. Why do I have a white tee and a blue collared open-vest on with a red and white baseball cap? What the hell is this yellow looking rat with this zig-zag tail doing beside me.
“What the hell happened to my homies? Where’s Anthony and Will?”
Where the hell am I?
“Ash, this is your home in Pallet Town. We haven’t been away that long for you to forget where you even live.”
No, please don’t tell me ...
Yes, Morphine is in fact one hell of a drug.
“Ash, this is not a time to lose focus, we have an enemy on our hands who was once a good friend. She’s unstable and will do anything to remain untouched. We need your best.”
This man, spikey hair and light-skinned. He walked with his eyes closed as he had on green shirt and a green vest. Whoever he was, he wasn’t who I was looking for but he was obviously looking for me.
“Misty has every bit of info on us. We need to be very careful. We have to be on-point and aware at all times.”
“Who the hell are you?”
“I’m Brock, Ash ... What’s going on with you?”
If I ever found a way out of this, I will promise to never, ever touch that button again.
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PAYBACK AT IT'S FINEST: THE DAY MISTY TURNED ON ALL OF US!
Location: Pallet Town aka ‘Rack City’
I never expected it to happen like that... The entire universe that watched it happen, never expected it to happen like it did.
Misty betrayed her soul for the devil. Me and Brock were heartbroken son of a bitches. Pikachu and Charmander wanted to find a reason to why it all happened. Onyx was like “Fuck that cheap trick, I’m going to kill her with my raging poison deep within.”
Why Misty? Why? Just why? I respected you like a human but you proved your worth of being a orange-haired ‘pigtail’ whore. You tricked us all into believing you were one of the good ones. You’re sickening.
“PIKKAAA--PIKA-PIKKKAAA”
Quiet, you damn rat! Even he’s fucking outraged at your actions. I’m just happy Charmander hasn’t committed arson with all the built up rage. I’m glad of it too because Squirtle doesn’t have much capacity of water to erase Char’s doings.
You traded it all just to be a Sinner, Misty. You and your little mischievous boy toy there. He got you to turn your cheeks at us but he can’t protect you when the battle really comes to a head. A couple of days stand between us before we can gain revenge. We never expected days like this, but that’s okay, we will prevail, just the two of us.
Not just the bullshit with Misty has us steaming, it’s the continued ignorance and annoyance of ‘Team Rocket’, Jesse and James. They have made things much worse than it already was. They gave us more reason to seek for damage, sticking their nose in our business. Go, go away, do some stupid shit with your pussycat and leave me and Brock alone. It’s not always about you two, you know? Your chance to shine will come again sometime soon, maybe never. Patience is a virtue and it seems you two haven’t learned about that. Once again, it’s okay.
“Pika-Pikachu...Pikkaaaa....”
“Charmander-Charrrr....”
Both of you, zip it. This time, this moment, this camera focus, it’s really important business. I understand you fellas are mad as shit too, but right now, we gotta keep it low key and not explode, feel me? Alright then! Quiet!
Jesse, James, like always you enter a situation where not wanted and get blasted back into oblivion. Expect the same this go round. Your time is not now, it never was. You are has-beens looking to scrape up what is left. That is your identity. A walking sack of failure.
But it all comes to an end Sunday, Misty, Team Rocket.
Me and Brock, as a team, as brothers, are going to do our best to rid of your so-called legacy and leave you empty like you came. Send you two thwarts back to Oblivion and Misty back to Currelean City, a loser. She will probably choke herself to death via her hair. I hope so. She deserves to be punished. We tried to save her, but she didn’t want the help. What’s next? The end, that’s what.
I’ve done my best to be an honest citizen. Misty, you didn’t have to have your ‘goon’ of a buddy, Sharpedo to spear me into nothing but mesh material. He got me good Misty, he got me good. I should have been more aware, I should have never went alone but I wanted to gain revenge on my own two feet, getting payback.
I fucked up, I know.
I just want to know Misty, what happened? What caused you to be a psycho, megalomaniac? You grew up so well only to be tainted by something, someone that has caused you to turn damn right evil in an angel’s dress. That’s the shit I DON’T LIKE. But it’s okay, like I said.
Me and Brock are coming back for what is ours. There’s nothing you or Team Rocket can do to stop me and Brock. I got my whole gang of supporters with me to take you down. Believe it. The world is ours ... Not yours.
Team Rocket is nothing but whores who want the spotlight but can’t handle the burning sensation of it. They grab a chance at getting us off guard and wind up fucking themselves. It’s hilarious at times, but right now, screw laughter. They have gotten on our last nerves. They will go up, up, and away ..... and they will remain there. Out of sight, out of mind like they should have been a while ago. Their the ultimate ‘dickriders’ and they have a habit of wanting to sneak into situations they see fit that include any kind of title being on the line without the necessary work to be considered a worthy challenger. They don’t like waiting for their turn.
Another lesson will be given come Sunday night.
Jesse, you’ve adopted this ignorance from someone and of course, they’ve poisoned your mind. You’ve gone from being a good girl to being a fucking bitch. Excuse my language, but it is total truth. As Ash Ketchum, I swear to tell nothing but the truth. I strive to do my best at everything I include myself in. Work up the ladder. It’s something you Jesse should learn to do. Your brethren or boyfriend or just a useful boy toy you look to soak all of the talent out of, James, he needs to do the same. Attacking us from behind, it solves nothing. It improves nothing.
It only makes the situation worst.
You tried to implement a message through our minds but all you did was become the message. I plan to mail you out and hope to never see you two doucheholes’ again.
We had the opportunity to hold these belts before. We know what it’s like to be the winner and the loser. You four don’t. We know what it takes to win and lose. You Misty never felt the feeling of letting your partner down, letting your gaurd down and ultimately letting that gold slip from you. Team Rocket, you haven’t experienced anything but failure. Somehow the ‘Gods’ gave you your first opportunity, undeserved, but an opportunity at something that you probably will pawn in afterwards. You have no respect for the value of teamwork. It’s all about individual accolades to you two.
Look at what you created Misty. Look at what you have created. I wasn’t supposed to be like this. I wasn’t suppose to end up like this. You had to have yours. Well Misty, you got yours while in the process of making three men think hard about their next move. You created a mess, Misty. You’re all by yourself, no friends, no family. Bless your heart, Misty.
