Post by lw on Sept 22, 2019 21:56:12 GMT -5
<you see road dawg visibly drunk in a dressing room on a bench with the NA title in front of him .... you could tell he's pissed off and raging like never before he's kicking trash cans and whatever he can reach swearing such a streak that it would burn satans ears off there's several bottles on the floor around him and you see a poster of the card with the vacant title match on the wall and occasionally he picks up an empty bottle and throws it towards the poster then takes another large drink of the one he's holding>
<he begins rambling about being pissed off that despite him being the number 2 titled man in the fed he's not getting any of the perks that are reserved for champions ... he's about to ready to blow this chickenshit popsicle stand because its ran by clown amateurs that have no clue on how to run wrestling fed or treat most of its talent .. maybe good old jubeis way of thinking was the right one ...... I mean he's done everything he's been asked to do ....... he's fought the shitty one and done new signees..... he's almost died in hardcore matches because he was asked to ... he's helped out on promoting and attracting new talent .......
What does he get as a reward? a match with "some random fucker " as other people fight for the title hes supposed to be all-time no1 contender for .... Sure maybe he lucked into the belt and lucked into keeping it but these dumb fucks dont get that theres niceties even in pro wrestling that's usually followed and hes not receiving any of them ...... <someone sticks their head in the door and almost gets a bottle smashing into their skull as a reward >
<he chugs down the rest of his current bottle and gets a new one ....hes writing most of these thoughts down so he can edit them into a kiss my ass letter and ride off in the sunset and remembering it as a mostly positive experience but first he needs ot show some motherfuckers whos boss around here and grabs a length of pipe he then gets an idea and picks up the phone and calls his one friend here and tells him the plan the other party agrees he then hangs up by throwing the phone against the wall shattering it to pieces and goes to settle the #1 contenders match knowing he just unleashed a bloodbath with the phone call and not giving a rats ass of a tinkers damn about what he's scheduled for... since "some random dude" can go fuck himself >
<he jumps on the bike and roars down the ramp to destiny still drunk and enraged >
<he begins rambling about being pissed off that despite him being the number 2 titled man in the fed he's not getting any of the perks that are reserved for champions ... he's about to ready to blow this chickenshit popsicle stand because its ran by clown amateurs that have no clue on how to run wrestling fed or treat most of its talent .. maybe good old jubeis way of thinking was the right one ...... I mean he's done everything he's been asked to do ....... he's fought the shitty one and done new signees..... he's almost died in hardcore matches because he was asked to ... he's helped out on promoting and attracting new talent .......
What does he get as a reward? a match with "some random fucker " as other people fight for the title hes supposed to be all-time no1 contender for .... Sure maybe he lucked into the belt and lucked into keeping it but these dumb fucks dont get that theres niceties even in pro wrestling that's usually followed and hes not receiving any of them ...... <someone sticks their head in the door and almost gets a bottle smashing into their skull as a reward >
<he chugs down the rest of his current bottle and gets a new one ....hes writing most of these thoughts down so he can edit them into a kiss my ass letter and ride off in the sunset and remembering it as a mostly positive experience but first he needs ot show some motherfuckers whos boss around here and grabs a length of pipe he then gets an idea and picks up the phone and calls his one friend here and tells him the plan the other party agrees he then hangs up by throwing the phone against the wall shattering it to pieces and goes to settle the #1 contenders match knowing he just unleashed a bloodbath with the phone call and not giving a rats ass of a tinkers damn about what he's scheduled for... since "some random dude" can go fuck himself >
<he jumps on the bike and roars down the ramp to destiny still drunk and enraged >
