Post by Your JESUS on Jun 1, 2013 23:30:53 GMT -4
(OOC:WDWJ sorry for short RP I ran out of time and didn't get to finish this like I had hoped)
Fresh from jail and in the car. My mind is full of thoughts, yet the nagging from my lawyer still penetrates my ear drums no matter how hard I try to block his smug condescending tone.
Lively: Look I don't pay you to be my baby sitter, I pay to problem solve...that's it. I presented you with a problem now you solve it!!
The legal powerhouse looks my direction puzzled and a bit miffed. Just before he opens his mouth I notice we arrive at the private Jet I had to charter out of Brazil.
Lively: You know what, you can save the if you didn't create so many problems speech, you knew what you signed up for, and I'm sure if it's that bad you'll bill me for it. So do what ever it is you do so I can just go about my business...Uhh just make it go away.
With that I exit the car, and walk toward the Jet. Up the stairs I go as my attendant informs me that my bags arrived and I am good to go. I flash a slight grin of gratitude as I plop down in one of the comfortable leather chairs. My body is screaming for rest, yelling for a nap. My mind however has a whole other game plan. The grey matter in my skull seems to be racing to and from like a squirrel jacked up on caffeine. I'm trying not to spend to much time dwelling on my short comings, or build up my next match to far in my head that I'm looking upward at it like a hill to climb.
No with my head laying peacefully in the surroundings of fancy leather my eyes look up. Then my inner debate begins. Are you going to deal with this Michael? You can't just stuff it down, you need to at least acknowledge that it happened! How can I mourn a man I never knew. Why do I even feel the need to mourn? Only once in my life did I let curiosity of my father build up momentum in my mind. That moving force had the brakes quickly clamped down, and never again did I let the poison of those thoughts corrupt my mind set ever again. Yet here I sit, and I can't help but pull the keys from my pocket. With then in hand I have reached for the door, slide the brass inside the lock. The tumblers and springs release and I cracked the door open out of curiosity just to get a sneak peak. The thing about locking a monster in a cage, is they get violently angry to break loose. Mine has escaped captivity, and running wild. He has apparently found a host of friends to cause destruction in my psyche with because doubt has found it's way to the forefront.
I no longer seem to ponder my Paternal problems and instead start to second guess myself. This dangerous bug had inflicted me before and I must say is the nastiest creature to ever roam the human mind. Was the North American Championship my last touch with glory? Have I lost a step? I have been so close twice now...I thought for sure the Tapout title was mine for the taking. Instead I'm without a championship, missing an accolade, and apparently now my confidence has suffered a crack in it's wall of defense. I'm not the guy second guessing himself, never the man pondering if I should unlace the boots.
Knowing my match with Williams is scheduled, I slide my thumb across the screen of my phone bringing it to life. I log in To APW.com and click the video message icon so I can record a piece for Willy D Junior!!!
Lively: Williams I'm not sure when you will escape the confines of that jail, but I do know it will happen. I also know me and you are booked to test one another's merit. You have proven to fall under pressure, crumble beneath greatness. I am both great and will put pressure on you the likes you have never felt before. I am going to test your spine, see what kind of load it can bare. I'm in a real FOUL mood, and it seems you are the one I get to take it out on! So I hope you call your Daddy, you whine to him about your troubles. The two of you entertainment hacks can bullshit back and forth with the Hollywood hand job fluffy shit you offer one another. It makes no difference to me, I'm on my way to Asylum and if your phony ass can't make bail hit me up, because I will fit the bill. One way or another I need to get my hands on you, and show the world that pipe cleaner spine of yours.
I take a deep breath as my blood starts to boil. I can't honestly tell what I'm upset at, him or myself. I feel like I'm not even present, just outside watching this train wreck of a promo as a spectator.
Lively: Surely when you become a free man once again you will find yourself a forum, you will spew hot garbage out in defense of this situation that I put us both in. I take full responsibility for it, so save your breath. There will be no need to save face, honestly just use that energy as momentum to build courage to answer the bell. You strike as the kind of guy who needs motivation. People always jocking your Daddy at Comic Con as a kid, but when it came time to be a man, the world was starting at you, and I feel you didn't like the four eyed nerd like attention. MOTIVATION, and you chose a different path. I wish for you to engage with me in the man dance, and your vagina holds you back. I spit in your face, MOTIVATION!!! Will you rise to the occasion, step out from underneath the ball sacks of Hopkins and Bailey...MOTIVATION? It seems you a fan of nutsack resting on your dome piece, thankfully you will fit right in with me Sunday night!! Junior, it's about to get real grimy, there isn't Plastic light saber toys, and men dressed in Woolly Mammoth fur..., we aren't reading the Never Ending Story sunshine. Atreyu is a bitch around here, Falcor is just a Gay Dog that hangs around the pot farm way too much. Fantasy land is closed for business Junior Calrision, this is reality, this is ASYLUM where pussies get fucked!! My dicks hard, and ready to go...the script just arrived, and it looks like you are playing the part of my bitch!!
With that I end my transmission, unsure if I was trying to convince him of my prowess or simply myself? Only time will tell. Till then I surrender to my thoughts and endure the long plane ride ahead of me.
Fresh from jail and in the car. My mind is full of thoughts, yet the nagging from my lawyer still penetrates my ear drums no matter how hard I try to block his smug condescending tone.
Lively: Look I don't pay you to be my baby sitter, I pay to problem solve...that's it. I presented you with a problem now you solve it!!
The legal powerhouse looks my direction puzzled and a bit miffed. Just before he opens his mouth I notice we arrive at the private Jet I had to charter out of Brazil.
Lively: You know what, you can save the if you didn't create so many problems speech, you knew what you signed up for, and I'm sure if it's that bad you'll bill me for it. So do what ever it is you do so I can just go about my business...Uhh just make it go away.
With that I exit the car, and walk toward the Jet. Up the stairs I go as my attendant informs me that my bags arrived and I am good to go. I flash a slight grin of gratitude as I plop down in one of the comfortable leather chairs. My body is screaming for rest, yelling for a nap. My mind however has a whole other game plan. The grey matter in my skull seems to be racing to and from like a squirrel jacked up on caffeine. I'm trying not to spend to much time dwelling on my short comings, or build up my next match to far in my head that I'm looking upward at it like a hill to climb.
No with my head laying peacefully in the surroundings of fancy leather my eyes look up. Then my inner debate begins. Are you going to deal with this Michael? You can't just stuff it down, you need to at least acknowledge that it happened! How can I mourn a man I never knew. Why do I even feel the need to mourn? Only once in my life did I let curiosity of my father build up momentum in my mind. That moving force had the brakes quickly clamped down, and never again did I let the poison of those thoughts corrupt my mind set ever again. Yet here I sit, and I can't help but pull the keys from my pocket. With then in hand I have reached for the door, slide the brass inside the lock. The tumblers and springs release and I cracked the door open out of curiosity just to get a sneak peak. The thing about locking a monster in a cage, is they get violently angry to break loose. Mine has escaped captivity, and running wild. He has apparently found a host of friends to cause destruction in my psyche with because doubt has found it's way to the forefront.
I no longer seem to ponder my Paternal problems and instead start to second guess myself. This dangerous bug had inflicted me before and I must say is the nastiest creature to ever roam the human mind. Was the North American Championship my last touch with glory? Have I lost a step? I have been so close twice now...I thought for sure the Tapout title was mine for the taking. Instead I'm without a championship, missing an accolade, and apparently now my confidence has suffered a crack in it's wall of defense. I'm not the guy second guessing himself, never the man pondering if I should unlace the boots.
Knowing my match with Williams is scheduled, I slide my thumb across the screen of my phone bringing it to life. I log in To APW.com and click the video message icon so I can record a piece for Willy D Junior!!!
Lively: Williams I'm not sure when you will escape the confines of that jail, but I do know it will happen. I also know me and you are booked to test one another's merit. You have proven to fall under pressure, crumble beneath greatness. I am both great and will put pressure on you the likes you have never felt before. I am going to test your spine, see what kind of load it can bare. I'm in a real FOUL mood, and it seems you are the one I get to take it out on! So I hope you call your Daddy, you whine to him about your troubles. The two of you entertainment hacks can bullshit back and forth with the Hollywood hand job fluffy shit you offer one another. It makes no difference to me, I'm on my way to Asylum and if your phony ass can't make bail hit me up, because I will fit the bill. One way or another I need to get my hands on you, and show the world that pipe cleaner spine of yours.
I take a deep breath as my blood starts to boil. I can't honestly tell what I'm upset at, him or myself. I feel like I'm not even present, just outside watching this train wreck of a promo as a spectator.
Lively: Surely when you become a free man once again you will find yourself a forum, you will spew hot garbage out in defense of this situation that I put us both in. I take full responsibility for it, so save your breath. There will be no need to save face, honestly just use that energy as momentum to build courage to answer the bell. You strike as the kind of guy who needs motivation. People always jocking your Daddy at Comic Con as a kid, but when it came time to be a man, the world was starting at you, and I feel you didn't like the four eyed nerd like attention. MOTIVATION, and you chose a different path. I wish for you to engage with me in the man dance, and your vagina holds you back. I spit in your face, MOTIVATION!!! Will you rise to the occasion, step out from underneath the ball sacks of Hopkins and Bailey...MOTIVATION? It seems you a fan of nutsack resting on your dome piece, thankfully you will fit right in with me Sunday night!! Junior, it's about to get real grimy, there isn't Plastic light saber toys, and men dressed in Woolly Mammoth fur..., we aren't reading the Never Ending Story sunshine. Atreyu is a bitch around here, Falcor is just a Gay Dog that hangs around the pot farm way too much. Fantasy land is closed for business Junior Calrision, this is reality, this is ASYLUM where pussies get fucked!! My dicks hard, and ready to go...the script just arrived, and it looks like you are playing the part of my bitch!!
With that I end my transmission, unsure if I was trying to convince him of my prowess or simply myself? Only time will tell. Till then I surrender to my thoughts and endure the long plane ride ahead of me.
