Post by Allen Anderson on Aug 1, 2019 3:26:04 GMT -5
OOC: Takes place at The Worthington Renaissance Fort Worth Hotel one day after Allen Anderson's release from jail.
(Allen Anderson was swimming at the large pool of the hotel for about two hours. It was strange as soon as Allen arrived at Texas, he was greeted by a Hotel Driver who had his name on a marker board that had his name on it. Confused, Allen asked the driver about who sent him while he handed him his luggage. The driver answered that it was from someone named Blince Busso. Allen remembered shaking his head chuckling, he was starting to come around Vince Russo maybe he should give him a chance, After checking in at the Hotel, Allen entered his room and admired the quality of it. He then decided he might as well take advantage of what Hotel has and changed into his swimming trunks. Allen reached the edge of the pool breathing heavily, he needed to cool off after what was definitely the worst week of his life. Allen's mind was infected with voices telling him that he wasn't good enough, that he was never going to go anywhere in his career, that he won't make it.)
(His head throbbed as those voices became louder, "that's your opinion," Allen would retort but was mocked endlessly by the voice saying that everything you say is the same old shit. "You're not witty," the voice replied. Allen could picture him smiling "you're just a little boy who repeats the same things over and over again. You're delusional, the best you do rreeee about how you're being held back. But in reality is you're a fraud Allen. It was those same voices that plagued Allen for all of last week, nightmare after nightmare of the voices pestering Allen, laughing at him. The voices sapped Allen's passion and hunger for Wrestling. It was to the point where no longer wanted to do the thing he loved anymore which angered Allen, how can these voices hold so much power? How could words be more hard hitting than a suplex? Allen hated it, he hated the voices, he hated everything they said to them and for what purpose? To mess with his mind? They were winning and Allen was slowly becoming a husk of a man a wild animal just lashing out at everyone who slights him. It felt good but at the same time, it scared Allen. He got arrested for his antics and all the good will he had is going away.)
Allen: I have to direct my anger at the people who hurt me. Smith Jones is the man I need to beat the holy hell out of, that ******* is out feuding with Jubei for the belt. Jones will get his payback in due time. For now, I got a man in my sights: Jaice Wilds.
(Jaice Wilds called Allen out for whining, he'll have to shut him up and perhaps by doing so, Allen will be one step closer in having his revenge.)
Allen: Baby steps, first I beat Buzz Lightyear in a match because that Inbred hick didn't see that I was screwed and try to blame me for it, then Jaice, then Jones and maybe I can get a title shot somewhere.
(Allen remembered his Dad telling him that throughout his professional career, he will be faced with personal demons. They may not be from alcohol or pills, but the doubts and insults you allow in your mind. If you let it fester and take over then you become a different more miserable person. Allen needed to find an outlet and that was the wrestling ring, it was a way to take out his anger and hate that he has in his heart. He won't be satisfied until he gets what's owed to him. Reaching for his Iphone, Allen began to call Booker T his Dad and Booker had a great working relationship in the past and Allen met Booker when he was a child. He had fond memories of Booker, Allen remembered Booker teaching him how to run the ropes and how to slam people properly. Allen needed to be surrounded by people who gave a shit about him and not focus on strangers saying stupid shit online.)
Allen: Yeah, I want to reserve a time for the wrestling ring. This is Allen Anderson and Booker T should know who I am........
(Allen Anderson was swimming at the large pool of the hotel for about two hours. It was strange as soon as Allen arrived at Texas, he was greeted by a Hotel Driver who had his name on a marker board that had his name on it. Confused, Allen asked the driver about who sent him while he handed him his luggage. The driver answered that it was from someone named Blince Busso. Allen remembered shaking his head chuckling, he was starting to come around Vince Russo maybe he should give him a chance, After checking in at the Hotel, Allen entered his room and admired the quality of it. He then decided he might as well take advantage of what Hotel has and changed into his swimming trunks. Allen reached the edge of the pool breathing heavily, he needed to cool off after what was definitely the worst week of his life. Allen's mind was infected with voices telling him that he wasn't good enough, that he was never going to go anywhere in his career, that he won't make it.)
(His head throbbed as those voices became louder, "that's your opinion," Allen would retort but was mocked endlessly by the voice saying that everything you say is the same old shit. "You're not witty," the voice replied. Allen could picture him smiling "you're just a little boy who repeats the same things over and over again. You're delusional, the best you do rreeee about how you're being held back. But in reality is you're a fraud Allen. It was those same voices that plagued Allen for all of last week, nightmare after nightmare of the voices pestering Allen, laughing at him. The voices sapped Allen's passion and hunger for Wrestling. It was to the point where no longer wanted to do the thing he loved anymore which angered Allen, how can these voices hold so much power? How could words be more hard hitting than a suplex? Allen hated it, he hated the voices, he hated everything they said to them and for what purpose? To mess with his mind? They were winning and Allen was slowly becoming a husk of a man a wild animal just lashing out at everyone who slights him. It felt good but at the same time, it scared Allen. He got arrested for his antics and all the good will he had is going away.)
Allen: I have to direct my anger at the people who hurt me. Smith Jones is the man I need to beat the holy hell out of, that ******* is out feuding with Jubei for the belt. Jones will get his payback in due time. For now, I got a man in my sights: Jaice Wilds.
(Jaice Wilds called Allen out for whining, he'll have to shut him up and perhaps by doing so, Allen will be one step closer in having his revenge.)
Allen: Baby steps, first I beat Buzz Lightyear in a match because that Inbred hick didn't see that I was screwed and try to blame me for it, then Jaice, then Jones and maybe I can get a title shot somewhere.
(Allen remembered his Dad telling him that throughout his professional career, he will be faced with personal demons. They may not be from alcohol or pills, but the doubts and insults you allow in your mind. If you let it fester and take over then you become a different more miserable person. Allen needed to find an outlet and that was the wrestling ring, it was a way to take out his anger and hate that he has in his heart. He won't be satisfied until he gets what's owed to him. Reaching for his Iphone, Allen began to call Booker T his Dad and Booker had a great working relationship in the past and Allen met Booker when he was a child. He had fond memories of Booker, Allen remembered Booker teaching him how to run the ropes and how to slam people properly. Allen needed to be surrounded by people who gave a shit about him and not focus on strangers saying stupid shit online.)
Allen: Yeah, I want to reserve a time for the wrestling ring. This is Allen Anderson and Booker T should know who I am........
