Post by A.C. Douglas on Jan 11, 2013 22:39:00 GMT -6
{ I'm look around at the dinky, dirty high school auditorium, where the graduating class of 2013 will soon walk the stage. But, As one of the few success stories to come out of the public school system in South Carolina, I've been invited to talk to these kids about graduating.
The things I do for the community here.
The tall, white-haired, fat, white principal comes waddling towards me, I catch him out of the corner of my eye as I'm staring at the vast amount of spider-webs on the wall. Disgusting. Apparently, they don't figure they need to clean the auditorium properly. He politely places a hand on my shoulder to get my attention.}
Principal Chamness: Mr. Douglas, they are ready for you.
A.C.: Thank you Principal Chamness.
Principal Chamness: Do you have a speech prepared?
{ I stare at him, a look of indifference on my face. }
A.C.: I'm just going to tell them the truth.
{ I make the attempt NOT to brush past him as I make my way towards the stage, however, it fails. I think his sweat is on my nice suit. Gonna let that go for now. I'm introduced by the assistant Principal, Brad Kluttz. Yes, that's his real name. I try not to shake his hand as I walk out from behind the curtain, but I begrudgingly shake it. Once my hands are hidden by the podium, I take a wet wipe out of my jacket pocket and wipe my hands.
Ugh, look at this podium. Nasty. Ugh! What?! Is there GUM under here? Great.
I stare out at the kids seated, smiles on their faces, along with their happy parents. I wonder how long that happiness will last.
I clear my throat, all the while chuckling to myself on the inside.}
A.C.: Good evening graduating class of Hillcrest High School, parents, teachers, faculty and staff. Tonight, most of you graduates will take the next step in life. Some of you will not. You see, you may think now that you are graduates, you've accomplished something in your lives.
Let me some truth on you. You haven't.
This is a minor step in your lives. Your parents got dressed up and came down to watch you all walk the stage. Why? because they're your parents, and they mean to give you positive reinforcement. To make you feel like you accomplished something. When in fact, all that paper really says in that your parents didn't raise the village idiot.
{ There are gasps and the kids are shocks and somewhat offended. The truth hurts. }
A.C.: I see your faces, some of you probably barely scraped by didn't you? Some of you have no idea what you're going to do in life right now, do you? Yeah, I figured as much. You see, I was once one of you. I was an academic scholar. I also lettered in Track, Baseball and Football. I know some of you...well a lot of you have scholarships to schools, based on the sport you play. Let me address that.
{ Parents chattering with each other, it's funny. I look around, mostly black children in the room. All to easy. }
A.C.: Bottom line, that will probably not pan out the way you envision it. Think about how many kids go to college on sports scholarships. It's a lot. And how many of those people make to the professional level? few. And how many are stars? Even fewer.
You need to think about what happens if you don't make it. Charlie Ward won a Heisman trophy and he never got drafted. Byron Hanspard's career at Texas Tech was amazing, and he never played in the NFL after fumbling in a preseason game. There needs to be a backup plan.
{ And now they're even more confused. }
A.C.: Success is measured by very few things. On of them is who you know. I mean, look at Harrison Ford.
{...Why are they looking at me like that? }
A.C.: Harrison Ford, the actor?
{ Nothing. }
A.C.: Han Solo, Indiana Jones?
{ Still nothing? I'm done. }
A.C.: Well, there's another problem. You people have no culture. Kids today. Parents, please educate your children. Otherwise, they will fall into the society stereotype. Black people, your career options will be severely limited unless you arm yourselves with the right information. Society wants you to be a Rapper, An athlete or a Drug dealer. You can rise above it.
{ Wait...who am I kidding? }
A.C.: Actually looking around ,that is definitely the future for a lot of you. I mean, with a name like Hillcrest, you'd expect this to be...more...educated. But I suppose not. Good luck to all the class clowns, the pregnant teens, and the wanna-be rebels. Good luck in your world of falling into the stereotype.
{ They're...booing? Booing me? What? }
A.C.: Don't boo me, you should be booing yourselves. WADE HAMPTON HIGH FOR LIFE!
{ Kluttz escorts me off the stage just when it was getting good. The Principal seems less than pleased. Apparently shouting the name of a far superior high school that you happen to be an alumni of is not good. Oh well. }
A.C.: What?
Principal Chamness: What was that all about?
A.C.: What?
Principal Chamness: That speech.
A.C.: What about it? It's the truth. These kids went around like mice in a maze and I had to lay down the truth. I mean, when are they ever going to write about feminine theory or remember the Pythagorean theorem in real life? How about never? These kids need the right information, and since they refuse to listen, I said screw it, there's some people, you just can't reach.
Principal Chamness: If you would take your leave,sir.
A.C.: Gladly. This school is filthy, anyway.
Principal Chamness: Get out![/b]
{ Unreal. some people just won't accept the truth.
I still feel slighted as a drive back home. I check my watch, 9:30 pm, time for the evening workout. Angela should be at the house. I like working out in the evening. It's more intense, when people are shutting down, you're just getting warmed up.
I pull into the driveway, when I notice an extra car pulled off to the side of the road. One I've never seen before. But then I notice the NCW logo plastered to the side. A long trip from Texas indeed.
I pull in, get out of my car and walk in the door. Angela is there is to greet me.}
Angela: Hey baby, how'd it go?
A.C.: They boo'd me off the stage.
Angela: Really?
A.C.: Yeah. Can you believe it? ungrateful idiots.
{ She comforts me, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me on the cheek. }[/color]
Angela: Sorry about that. Hey, you want me to make you a sandwich?
A.C.: Yes. Yes I would.
Angela: Mmkay.
A.C.: Uh, Angela? What's with the car outside?
Angela: Oh, I'm so sorry. The NCW cameraman is here. He's going to shoot some interview with you. I told him to wait until you got here and for you to bring him in.
A.C.: Thank you Angie.
{ I give her a quick slap on the ass and she giggles before going back to making my sandwich. I walk to the front door and open it, stepping out into the sunlight and waving the camera crew in.
It takes them a while to set up everything, but the camera guy looks nervous as he sits down with me. }
A.C.: What's wrong man? You look like you're worried about something.
{ He sighs and shrugs }[/color]
Cameraman: It's just...most of the wrestlers here are totally rude to me all the time. They threaten me and stuff...
{ Crap. I opened up a can or worms. Time to pretend like I'm interested. }
A.C.: Why would they do that?
Cameraman: I mean, I don't know. I'm just a cameraman.[/b]
{ Angela has sat down beside me, resting her long legs across my lap. She made a great Tuna sandwich. }
A.C.: I think I know why.
Cameraman: You do?
A.C.: Yeah, a lot of these guy, you know, they need to feel better about themselves by bullying guys like you. It's sad, but yeah, it's true. They're bullies because they are insecure. Don't worry though, I won't do that to you. You just run the camera, and I'll talk.
Cameraman: Thanks.[/b]
{ Well, at least my message reached someone.
After a few minutes, the crew is ready. }
A.C.: You guys ready?
Cameraman: In a minute here.
Angela: Uh, What are you going to say?[/b]
{ Angela had noticed I hadn't written anything down. I gave her a reassuring look. }
A.C.: I got this.
Cameraman: We're ready now.
A.C.: Okay.[/b]
{ I stand in front of the camera, there is an "action" and instantly start. }
A.C.: Hello NCW, My name is A.C. Douglas. If you already know who I am, consider yourself privileged. If you don't, don't worry, because you soon will. And, not only will you know me, you'll never forget me. Because what I'm going to do is rise to the top of NCW, and become it's champion.
You may ask how I know this, and the simple answer is, I'm very good at what I do. Probably the best. I know a lot of NCW's wrestlers are going to run around in their promos and claim it, but I happen to know that despite being young, I'm already light years ahead of current competition.
I mean, as you look around at the competition here in NCW, don't you find yourself...less than impressed? All these thugs and barbarians running around acting like kids. Yeah, I noticed it too. It almost pains me to say this but, At 23 years old, I feel like I'm one of the only adults in NCW.
But honestly, look around you, a bunch of grown men, cursing every five sentences, giving themselves stupid names, and overall just acting like children. You saw it last week, and this week people will do it again. That's just not me. Go ahead, take a look at my opponent this week.
Josh Stevens. Call himself, "The Evolution". The evolution of what, you may ask, I'm not exactly sure. His big, debut after apparently dominating competetion elsewhere was to go out and embarass himself by losing. Yes, I watched the show. NCW has been one of the spots I always envisioned myself landing in, so as I said before, It's important to study your product. Perhaps that's what you should have done Joshua. A little research. But you didn't and you made a fool of yourself. Not that your stupid haircut and cheap-looking attire do you any favors. Maybe that's the evolution your talking about. The evolution of people just not caring about their profession anymore. Hey, you got paid didn't you? You walked the back and collected your check and your happy. You know why? you settled. You're just happy to be here. You know that this is the big leagues and you fully understand that you cannot compete at this level. You're "evolution" has come to a halt. You might as well take it out of your intro, tell the ring announcer, tell the people on commentary, tell people who put up your info on the NCW website to just...stop with the "Evolution" thing. Give it up. It's never going to become a t-shirt, never going to be a catchphrase. Never going to become synonomis with you. It may end up being that way with me, but you? No.
All you are is this basic, average Joe who thinks way too highly of himself. I've seen you dominate those other schmoes who don't even have entrance music, but against real competition, you falter. Always have, always will. And if you think I'm not going to beat you, you may be mentally handicapped as well. I am athleticially gifted. I'm intellectually gifted. I have every advantage that you wish you had. You're not special, I am. I am superior. And you'll find out just how far behind "Evolution" you are come Trauma.
I have tried to educate people all day today and people just don't understand. They don't get it, or they refuse to listen to a person who knows the truth. But I can see why. I'm black.
Yeah, had I fallen into the society stereotype and been what you wanted, you would love me. Had I not and let everything go, you'd hate me. You'd be that guy telling to "get a job" or criticize me for doing what I needed. But now, now that I am educated. I am articulate, you can't stand it.
You hate me now, because of what I am. Young. Black. and Successful.
And I will be successful come January 12th. But I'm done trying to have people see the light. So Josh Stevens can play pretend, He can dress up and play around in the magical land of make believe. He can call me whatever he wants and tell me how badly I'm going to get beaten, and all that. Because it's just like him, made-up and fake.
But there is one thing they can call me and it will be real.
The Winner.
{ I wink at the camera and the camera guy shuts it off. Angela is clapping for me as I sit down, and she again lays her legs across my lap. }[/color]
Angela: That was really good.
{ I smirk and nod to her and the camera crew began to take down their lights and set. }
A.C.: So, once their gone, you ready to work out?
Angela: I'm ready to work out now...[/b]
{ Angela begins rubbing her foot on my crotch.}
A.C.: Hey! I didn't mean that kind of work out.
Angela: Oh, right, sorry.[/b]
{ The crew eventually leaves, and Angela and I get down to business...for about 20 minutes before it just descended into sex. }
{ Angela had left for the night, leaving me to sleep for the night. And after about 4 hours of sleep, I am awakened again. }
A.C.: Holly?
{ There she was, standing at the foot of my bed looking at me. }
Holly : Hey stud.
A.C.: How...did you get in here?
Holly: You gave me a key, silly.
{ I did? }
A.C.: It's 4 in the morning. It's really not the time.
Holly: Do you want breakfast?
A.C.: Actually I want to know why you're here.
Holly: Kevin is out of town again. I get lonely.
A.C.: I'm...really not in the mood right now.
Holly : That's okay, we can just talk.
A.C.: Ugh...
Holly : Please? [/b]
{ She makes those puppy dog eyes as clear as day, even at 4am. }
A.C.: Let me get up.
{ I rub the sleep out of my eyes and maneuver out of bed. We make our way over to the kitchen table, where she sits down. }
A.C.: Well, what was so urgent, it couldn't wait until tomorrow?
Holly : How long are you going to be on the road?
A.C.: Whenever I'm booked there.
Holly : Oh.
A.C.: Something wrong?
Holly : I just....it's nothing.
A.C.: What?
Holly : I just feel like, you're going to leave me.
A.C.: Holly, we're not married, and quite frankly I have no plans to do so any time soon anyway.
Holly : I didn't mean it like that. I know our relationship is purely for sex, and I'm okay with that. It's just... I miss you when you're not around.
A.C.: I noticed.
Holly : Are you going to leave here for good?
A.C.: I don't think so.
Holly : I....I'm not sure how I would feel about that.
A.C.: Well, If I move, you'll be the first to know, okay? Besides, I'll always have a home here.
Holly : But what if those NCW guys hurt you? I saw that show, all that violence, all the blood and guts...
A.C.: I'll be fine.
Holly : You always say that.
A.C.: I know. And I always am.
Holly : I know. But I don't like this.
A.C.: Just trust me.
[/b]
{ Oh my god I thought she was gonna cry. Sometimes it's sad when girls get attached like this.
I already explained to everyone watching that I really have no reason to be afraid of a goof who walk around pretending to be something their really not. It just bugs me when people do that.
I know I'm going to wipe the floor with Josh Stevens.
After all, I'm athletically, intellectually, and genetically superior to them, and pretty much everyone else in NCW. So yes, I have no reason to worry about anybody. Maybe a couple of guys, but, I mean, I highly doubt it.
Don't believe me? Too bad, I guess I have to prove myself all over again.
But I'm used to it by now. }[/COLOR]
The things I do for the community here.
The tall, white-haired, fat, white principal comes waddling towards me, I catch him out of the corner of my eye as I'm staring at the vast amount of spider-webs on the wall. Disgusting. Apparently, they don't figure they need to clean the auditorium properly. He politely places a hand on my shoulder to get my attention.}
Principal Chamness: Mr. Douglas, they are ready for you.
A.C.: Thank you Principal Chamness.
Principal Chamness: Do you have a speech prepared?
{ I stare at him, a look of indifference on my face. }
A.C.: I'm just going to tell them the truth.
{ I make the attempt NOT to brush past him as I make my way towards the stage, however, it fails. I think his sweat is on my nice suit. Gonna let that go for now. I'm introduced by the assistant Principal, Brad Kluttz. Yes, that's his real name. I try not to shake his hand as I walk out from behind the curtain, but I begrudgingly shake it. Once my hands are hidden by the podium, I take a wet wipe out of my jacket pocket and wipe my hands.
Ugh, look at this podium. Nasty. Ugh! What?! Is there GUM under here? Great.
I stare out at the kids seated, smiles on their faces, along with their happy parents. I wonder how long that happiness will last.
I clear my throat, all the while chuckling to myself on the inside.}
A.C.: Good evening graduating class of Hillcrest High School, parents, teachers, faculty and staff. Tonight, most of you graduates will take the next step in life. Some of you will not. You see, you may think now that you are graduates, you've accomplished something in your lives.
Let me some truth on you. You haven't.
This is a minor step in your lives. Your parents got dressed up and came down to watch you all walk the stage. Why? because they're your parents, and they mean to give you positive reinforcement. To make you feel like you accomplished something. When in fact, all that paper really says in that your parents didn't raise the village idiot.
{ There are gasps and the kids are shocks and somewhat offended. The truth hurts. }
A.C.: I see your faces, some of you probably barely scraped by didn't you? Some of you have no idea what you're going to do in life right now, do you? Yeah, I figured as much. You see, I was once one of you. I was an academic scholar. I also lettered in Track, Baseball and Football. I know some of you...well a lot of you have scholarships to schools, based on the sport you play. Let me address that.
{ Parents chattering with each other, it's funny. I look around, mostly black children in the room. All to easy. }
A.C.: Bottom line, that will probably not pan out the way you envision it. Think about how many kids go to college on sports scholarships. It's a lot. And how many of those people make to the professional level? few. And how many are stars? Even fewer.
You need to think about what happens if you don't make it. Charlie Ward won a Heisman trophy and he never got drafted. Byron Hanspard's career at Texas Tech was amazing, and he never played in the NFL after fumbling in a preseason game. There needs to be a backup plan.
{ And now they're even more confused. }
A.C.: Success is measured by very few things. On of them is who you know. I mean, look at Harrison Ford.
{...Why are they looking at me like that? }
A.C.: Harrison Ford, the actor?
{ Nothing. }
A.C.: Han Solo, Indiana Jones?
{ Still nothing? I'm done. }
A.C.: Well, there's another problem. You people have no culture. Kids today. Parents, please educate your children. Otherwise, they will fall into the society stereotype. Black people, your career options will be severely limited unless you arm yourselves with the right information. Society wants you to be a Rapper, An athlete or a Drug dealer. You can rise above it.
{ Wait...who am I kidding? }
A.C.: Actually looking around ,that is definitely the future for a lot of you. I mean, with a name like Hillcrest, you'd expect this to be...more...educated. But I suppose not. Good luck to all the class clowns, the pregnant teens, and the wanna-be rebels. Good luck in your world of falling into the stereotype.
{ They're...booing? Booing me? What? }
A.C.: Don't boo me, you should be booing yourselves. WADE HAMPTON HIGH FOR LIFE!
{ Kluttz escorts me off the stage just when it was getting good. The Principal seems less than pleased. Apparently shouting the name of a far superior high school that you happen to be an alumni of is not good. Oh well. }
A.C.: What?
Principal Chamness: What was that all about?
A.C.: What?
Principal Chamness: That speech.
A.C.: What about it? It's the truth. These kids went around like mice in a maze and I had to lay down the truth. I mean, when are they ever going to write about feminine theory or remember the Pythagorean theorem in real life? How about never? These kids need the right information, and since they refuse to listen, I said screw it, there's some people, you just can't reach.
Principal Chamness: If you would take your leave,sir.
A.C.: Gladly. This school is filthy, anyway.
Principal Chamness: Get out![/b]
{ Unreal. some people just won't accept the truth.
I still feel slighted as a drive back home. I check my watch, 9:30 pm, time for the evening workout. Angela should be at the house. I like working out in the evening. It's more intense, when people are shutting down, you're just getting warmed up.
I pull into the driveway, when I notice an extra car pulled off to the side of the road. One I've never seen before. But then I notice the NCW logo plastered to the side. A long trip from Texas indeed.
I pull in, get out of my car and walk in the door. Angela is there is to greet me.}
Angela: Hey baby, how'd it go?
A.C.: They boo'd me off the stage.
Angela: Really?
A.C.: Yeah. Can you believe it? ungrateful idiots.
{ She comforts me, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me on the cheek. }[/color]
Angela: Sorry about that. Hey, you want me to make you a sandwich?
A.C.: Yes. Yes I would.
Angela: Mmkay.
A.C.: Uh, Angela? What's with the car outside?
Angela: Oh, I'm so sorry. The NCW cameraman is here. He's going to shoot some interview with you. I told him to wait until you got here and for you to bring him in.
A.C.: Thank you Angie.
{ I give her a quick slap on the ass and she giggles before going back to making my sandwich. I walk to the front door and open it, stepping out into the sunlight and waving the camera crew in.
It takes them a while to set up everything, but the camera guy looks nervous as he sits down with me. }
A.C.: What's wrong man? You look like you're worried about something.
{ He sighs and shrugs }[/color]
Cameraman: It's just...most of the wrestlers here are totally rude to me all the time. They threaten me and stuff...
{ Crap. I opened up a can or worms. Time to pretend like I'm interested. }
A.C.: Why would they do that?
Cameraman: I mean, I don't know. I'm just a cameraman.[/b]
{ Angela has sat down beside me, resting her long legs across my lap. She made a great Tuna sandwich. }
A.C.: I think I know why.
Cameraman: You do?
A.C.: Yeah, a lot of these guy, you know, they need to feel better about themselves by bullying guys like you. It's sad, but yeah, it's true. They're bullies because they are insecure. Don't worry though, I won't do that to you. You just run the camera, and I'll talk.
Cameraman: Thanks.[/b]
{ Well, at least my message reached someone.
After a few minutes, the crew is ready. }
A.C.: You guys ready?
Cameraman: In a minute here.
Angela: Uh, What are you going to say?[/b]
{ Angela had noticed I hadn't written anything down. I gave her a reassuring look. }
A.C.: I got this.
Cameraman: We're ready now.
A.C.: Okay.[/b]
{ I stand in front of the camera, there is an "action" and instantly start. }
A.C.: Hello NCW, My name is A.C. Douglas. If you already know who I am, consider yourself privileged. If you don't, don't worry, because you soon will. And, not only will you know me, you'll never forget me. Because what I'm going to do is rise to the top of NCW, and become it's champion.
You may ask how I know this, and the simple answer is, I'm very good at what I do. Probably the best. I know a lot of NCW's wrestlers are going to run around in their promos and claim it, but I happen to know that despite being young, I'm already light years ahead of current competition.
I mean, as you look around at the competition here in NCW, don't you find yourself...less than impressed? All these thugs and barbarians running around acting like kids. Yeah, I noticed it too. It almost pains me to say this but, At 23 years old, I feel like I'm one of the only adults in NCW.
But honestly, look around you, a bunch of grown men, cursing every five sentences, giving themselves stupid names, and overall just acting like children. You saw it last week, and this week people will do it again. That's just not me. Go ahead, take a look at my opponent this week.
Josh Stevens. Call himself, "The Evolution". The evolution of what, you may ask, I'm not exactly sure. His big, debut after apparently dominating competetion elsewhere was to go out and embarass himself by losing. Yes, I watched the show. NCW has been one of the spots I always envisioned myself landing in, so as I said before, It's important to study your product. Perhaps that's what you should have done Joshua. A little research. But you didn't and you made a fool of yourself. Not that your stupid haircut and cheap-looking attire do you any favors. Maybe that's the evolution your talking about. The evolution of people just not caring about their profession anymore. Hey, you got paid didn't you? You walked the back and collected your check and your happy. You know why? you settled. You're just happy to be here. You know that this is the big leagues and you fully understand that you cannot compete at this level. You're "evolution" has come to a halt. You might as well take it out of your intro, tell the ring announcer, tell the people on commentary, tell people who put up your info on the NCW website to just...stop with the "Evolution" thing. Give it up. It's never going to become a t-shirt, never going to be a catchphrase. Never going to become synonomis with you. It may end up being that way with me, but you? No.
All you are is this basic, average Joe who thinks way too highly of himself. I've seen you dominate those other schmoes who don't even have entrance music, but against real competition, you falter. Always have, always will. And if you think I'm not going to beat you, you may be mentally handicapped as well. I am athleticially gifted. I'm intellectually gifted. I have every advantage that you wish you had. You're not special, I am. I am superior. And you'll find out just how far behind "Evolution" you are come Trauma.
I have tried to educate people all day today and people just don't understand. They don't get it, or they refuse to listen to a person who knows the truth. But I can see why. I'm black.
Yeah, had I fallen into the society stereotype and been what you wanted, you would love me. Had I not and let everything go, you'd hate me. You'd be that guy telling to "get a job" or criticize me for doing what I needed. But now, now that I am educated. I am articulate, you can't stand it.
You hate me now, because of what I am. Young. Black. and Successful.
And I will be successful come January 12th. But I'm done trying to have people see the light. So Josh Stevens can play pretend, He can dress up and play around in the magical land of make believe. He can call me whatever he wants and tell me how badly I'm going to get beaten, and all that. Because it's just like him, made-up and fake.
But there is one thing they can call me and it will be real.
The Winner.
{ I wink at the camera and the camera guy shuts it off. Angela is clapping for me as I sit down, and she again lays her legs across my lap. }[/color]
Angela: That was really good.
{ I smirk and nod to her and the camera crew began to take down their lights and set. }
A.C.: So, once their gone, you ready to work out?
Angela: I'm ready to work out now...[/b]
{ Angela begins rubbing her foot on my crotch.}
A.C.: Hey! I didn't mean that kind of work out.
Angela: Oh, right, sorry.[/b]
{ The crew eventually leaves, and Angela and I get down to business...for about 20 minutes before it just descended into sex. }
Later that night
{ Angela had left for the night, leaving me to sleep for the night. And after about 4 hours of sleep, I am awakened again. }
A.C.: Holly?
{ There she was, standing at the foot of my bed looking at me. }
Holly : Hey stud.
A.C.: How...did you get in here?
Holly: You gave me a key, silly.
{ I did? }
A.C.: It's 4 in the morning. It's really not the time.
Holly: Do you want breakfast?
A.C.: Actually I want to know why you're here.
Holly: Kevin is out of town again. I get lonely.
A.C.: I'm...really not in the mood right now.
Holly : That's okay, we can just talk.
A.C.: Ugh...
Holly : Please? [/b]
{ She makes those puppy dog eyes as clear as day, even at 4am. }
A.C.: Let me get up.
{ I rub the sleep out of my eyes and maneuver out of bed. We make our way over to the kitchen table, where she sits down. }
A.C.: Well, what was so urgent, it couldn't wait until tomorrow?
Holly : How long are you going to be on the road?
A.C.: Whenever I'm booked there.
Holly : Oh.
A.C.: Something wrong?
Holly : I just....it's nothing.
A.C.: What?
Holly : I just feel like, you're going to leave me.
A.C.: Holly, we're not married, and quite frankly I have no plans to do so any time soon anyway.
Holly : I didn't mean it like that. I know our relationship is purely for sex, and I'm okay with that. It's just... I miss you when you're not around.
A.C.: I noticed.
Holly : Are you going to leave here for good?
A.C.: I don't think so.
Holly : I....I'm not sure how I would feel about that.
A.C.: Well, If I move, you'll be the first to know, okay? Besides, I'll always have a home here.
Holly : But what if those NCW guys hurt you? I saw that show, all that violence, all the blood and guts...
A.C.: I'll be fine.
Holly : You always say that.
A.C.: I know. And I always am.
Holly : I know. But I don't like this.
A.C.: Just trust me.
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{ Oh my god I thought she was gonna cry. Sometimes it's sad when girls get attached like this.
I already explained to everyone watching that I really have no reason to be afraid of a goof who walk around pretending to be something their really not. It just bugs me when people do that.
I know I'm going to wipe the floor with Josh Stevens.
After all, I'm athletically, intellectually, and genetically superior to them, and pretty much everyone else in NCW. So yes, I have no reason to worry about anybody. Maybe a couple of guys, but, I mean, I highly doubt it.
Don't believe me? Too bad, I guess I have to prove myself all over again.
But I'm used to it by now. }[/COLOR]