Post by adm on Feb 23, 2010 22:56:17 GMT -6
Quitting ()
Furious would not describe the amount of disrespect I feel I’ve gotten this week. Do they want me to quit? Do they want me to give up? Well I very easily could. I could just walk out that door, right now, and nobody would see my ass again. The weeks before, they always managed to throw someone decent into the mix, but this week, it’s unbearable. A handicap match as well as one against the sh*ttiest two people in the whole f**king federation. Just look at my four letter words, I’m FURIOUS! There’s nothing worse than facing a bunch of nobodies all month, but then this…oh my g*d…I…I have to do something.
I show up at the gym, ready to tear apart the world. I’ve been disrespected for the last f**king time. I can’t believe they pulled this on someone like me, I can’t believe it. I head for the nearest piece of equipment and begin to lift with all my might, as fast as I can, the heaviest weights I can possibly lift without killing myself. One…Two…Three…Four…the burn is intensifying. Five…six…seven…eight…I can’t hardly feel the pain in my arms anymore. Nine…Ten…Eleven…Twelve…I lay my arms to the side of me, completely worn out, but I want more. I can’t help it; the drive to vent is so much. I can’t help, but then she comes in, holding her microphone and wanting to come talk to me.
Carly Robins: Kristoff Liam Bates, man who is accused of infidelity with his wife with me, what do you say about your match on Wired.
I don’t even respond, my face should be enough to give her the answers she wants. I am angry, I want to hit something. So I extent my hand, and come close to slapping her, but stop. I must CONTROL myself. I can’t help but feel this anger, but I should wrap it up into a nice little neat ball until I can let it loose on Wired.
“Carly, I want to hurt you and everyone on staff right now. How could you DO this to me? How could you tell them to book this?”
Carly Robins: I could because I was sick of you sleeping with me, and then revealing to the world what we were doing, when you have a WIFE. You realize, when you’re going to have an affair, you keep that stuff QUIET. You have no clue how much it’s hurt me, and you have no idea what the hell is going on in the back with the rest of the staff. They want you GONE now. You’ve been sleeping with me, and they don’t take kindly to that. They typically ignore it if it’s not public but this, this is different.
“Right, so you ratted me out and I should ignore that why?”
She kisses me, rather passionately. Did I ask for her to kiss me? No. Did I enjoy it? Yes. This was unexpected.
“So you came to give me a kiss good luck? Or to apologize?”
Carly Robins: How about both?
“You need to do a lot more than that to apologize for THIS travesty. Happy, Hexx? Could I be stuck facing something that is an improvement. Like a two by four, or a warm bucket of spit. Maybe I should wrestle my way out of a paper bag.”
Carly Robins: I know, I’m sorry, this wasn’t ideal and…
I couldn’t stand the excuses; I left the gym like a bat out of hell. I ran, using every last ounce of my energy, I ran. I couldn’t stand thinking that she inadvertently caused this. They really want me gone; fine…I’m going to f**king leave. nCw can kiss Kristoff Liam Bates goodbye. They can all just leave me alone, I’ll go home, divorce my wife, find a new place to roam, new women, and just go nuts by myself.
Woman: Ouch! What the f**k are you doing?
I run into a woman, and step back, preparing to apologize when I notice who it is. A few weeks ago she did a similar thing to me. A few weeks ago, this woman on the roster, well…let’s just say she intrigued me with her no-bullsh*t attitude.
“Uh…Do I know you?”
Julietta Lee: You damn well better not, freak. If you did, I’d have to pull out my pepper spray, and then kick the crap out of you while you writhe on the ground.
“Could I take a rain check for that in the locker rooms then?”
Julietta Lee: Locker…wait…YOU!
She slaps me, and then walks away briskly. The slap felt good, VERY good. The passion, there is something underneath that Mohawk and tattoos that is waiting to be unleashed. After holding my slightly stinging cheek Carly catches up to me, only to see that Julietta is walking off furious.
Carly Robins: What is her problem? Did you hit on her too?
“Not really, I just bumped into her while I was leaving in a hurry. It’s nothing, really.”
Carly Robins: Right, well, what are you going to do about the double warm buckets of spit?
I think, and whisper the words, “I quit” before walking off. She looks upset and begins to walk fast after me. I’m angry, frustrated at this turn of events. By all accounts I should be on the main card, I’ve proved my worth before, and I have all month by mowing through their mix of no-names and former legends. But this, this is just embarrassing. I might as well be stuck facing them with a blindfold and my hands behind my back, maybe then it’d be a FAIR FIGHT.
Carly Robins: You shouldn’t quit, this match is easy. I mean, you could beat those…uh…idiots like they were…
I interrupt her, almost screaming in the streets.
“Stop trying to make big words with that little brain. You have no idea how embarrassing it is trying to see you make some form of word that’s bigger than three syllables out of that gaping hole of a mouth that’s attached to the callipygous body of yours. I’m tired of being pushed down the minute I lose a big match. This happened when I lost the Xtreme title, this happened when I lost to Adam. Any time I wind up anywhere alone, I’m pushed down so easily, as if they forget I have BLED for this god-forsaken place over a year. Yeah I’m no Angel, World Chumpion, but I do more than most of these pricks. Ace is washed up, AJ is green behind the gills, Dirty Deal is well…retarded, and then we get the man of the hour; Atreyu…his lack of personality offends me. Without Spike, he’d be NOTHING. A man I beat once, who was so c*cky he was run out of this place when I beat him. This place…it’s gone to hell while I was gone, and by not winning the RIOT I failed to prove that I actually was worth anything. So they’ll push me down, until I can’t take it, and turn myself into some fool like Mr. Happy.”
Carly doesn’t know what to say, she just looks depressed. I stop, in the middle of the road, kiss her gently, and then move on. I’m done with this fight, I’m done. I pull out my nCw personnel Identification Card and throw it on the ground. Fade to black, I f**king quit.