Post by adm on Feb 9, 2009 0:07:20 GMT -6
This week will soon be the beginning of a PERFECTLY NORMAL takeover of the Xtreme Title division by one Kristoff Liam Bates. I know you don’t think I can do it, or are trying to root for Homeless Harold and his pathetic self, but…there’s no stopping the progress. There is no stopping what is to come.
My hotel room was a comfortable reminder of how crummy I have it not being as part of the Revolution. It is ok, though, I don’t mind, it’s not where I want to be anyway. I want to be out, but I just got back from Collision and saw the finalized card for Crossroads. Things are looking so good. I looked in the mirror, and I look Californian. Unfortunately we are still in Canada so I feel Minnesotan. And all I can think about is what happened at Collision. I won a tag match with one of my opponents in Rob Diamond…the freak he is. And then I helped nCw security and the Revolution dispose of the FREAK of Dark Prophet, former Xtreme champion, cripple. And crippled people are not NORMAL, they are FREAKS.
The shower felt good after the match, and after all that happened. But I still couldn’t believe that *CENSORED BY THE AOTR* Kelly Fox did that to Prophet. It made me wonder if the Revolution wasn’t so bad after all…despite being a bunch of *CENSORED BY THE AOTR* just like Harold, someone who has aligned himself with such a *CENSORED BY THE AOTR* group of people. I mean, Angel, freak. Falcon…Freak. Knite...well Freak doesn’t even begin to describe the *CENSORED BY THE AOTR*. But they are not my problem, unless they come to the aid of Homeless Harold, they are not my problem. But I don’t feel like joining the Revolution or the Resistance, both are a bunch of freaks.
I sit down upon my bed; my second suit of the day is a lot cleaner than the set of clothes I took off after my match. And now I wonder, what I am going to say to my three opponents this week, how could I possibly talk to them, in the allotted time I have been given, about this match they are sure to suffer greatly in. My first Xtreme rules match in my so-far undefeated and short career in wrestling here in nCw.
“Good evening to you all. Well, it isn’t exactly good for Harold; he’s just reminded by my face of how much better than him I am. I saw what you said earlier this week, Harold, and yet again I realize how much you do not deserve that title. And I also realize how much the other two people in the match don’t really matter to the “story” of this battle. The battle is between US. It is between PERFECTLY NORMAL Kristoff Liam Bates and the FREAK of a vagabond and Revolution supporter in Homeless Harold.”
I began to straighten my tie as I sat on the edge of this derelict bed. Something about this run-down hotel room and knowing Homeless Harold had to sleep, once again, in the back door to some restaurant in a cold Canadian alley made me feel better about myself and my family.
“It is so SAD how your wife died of cancer, and then your son left to “follow his dreams”. I think the truth is different, Harold. I think the truth is God was taking inventory. God was taking inventory and your family just happened to come up on the list of “FREAKS deserving of punishment.” God is fair and just, to those who believe in him. And you, you probably don’t even BELIEVE in God like a good god-fearing Christian like myself.
But I am not a freak of a Catholic or a Baptist, or even one of those FREAK Jehovah’s Witnesses. I am a hard-working Lutheran; I go to church every Sunday before I show up at the arena. I pray before I go to bed every night. And God has rewarded me with a nice family, a nice house, and an opportunity to live my dream. And that dream is now even more specific because I have the opportunity to punish FREAKS like you. Your family is gone, you are without a home and you say you don’t make enough to get a hotel room. Well I make enough to get a hotel room. Not because I side with the Revolution. Not because I kiss Knite’s or Kelly’s ass. But because they see I work hard. They see my hard work and see I stand off to the side and don’t really try to upset their balance of power like the Resistance. I am just here, trying to live my dream and I have my shot.”
And then I begin to undo my tie. My nice tie feels heavy, so I loosen it a little. And I also unbutton the top of my shirt, releasing the stiffness in my collar and allowing my neck freedom of movement.
“But I am PERFECLY NORMAL, Harold. I am more normal than you or Dark Prophet or Mark Evil or anyone who has ever held that belt before. And now, here we are, facing off for the first and hopefully LAST time. Hopefully I will defeat you and show you just how pointless your life is, and you commit SUICIDE and end that pathetic FREAK life of yours, sparing us all your pathetic life’s story one more time. You mentioned my wife last week.
You mentioned how I didn’t DESERVE her? Well in all respects you didn’t deserve YOUR wife and what happened, she DIED. You lost her. I won’t lose my wife, she LOVES me, unlike your wife who most likely just felt trapped due to the child she had with you. A child potentially born out of wedlock. A child born out of marriage just like you probably were and now we come to the real root of the problem. You aren’t a sufferance of circumstances. You didn’t become homeless and a vagabond FREAK like you are now because you were a victim.
No, you became what you are, Harold, because you were born a FREAK and simply lost that which made you LOOK NORMAL. And now, you are a FREAK with a title you hold on to for dear life, afraid I or one of the other men in the match will take it from you. And you’ll cry and piss and moan and whine about how you’ve been mistreated, like every other homeless person. But you sleep on your concrete slab tonight, Harold. You sleep and you KNOW that you have no life after that title. You have no reason to wrestle, you have no reason to EXIST without that belt, and I know this. You have no family. You have no friends. You have no LIFE.
You are a worthless entity propped up by this company and like so many others in this country right now you see yourself coming up for being laid off and you are afraid. But don’t worry, perhaps God will take pity on you and make your death very short and painless. Maybe you can scrounge up what change you have and go to New York, and jump in front of a subway train. Ending your PATHETIC FREAK life once and for all.”
I continue to unbutton my shirt, loosening my tie as I go. My body is ripped, chiseled out of hard rock after so many days of working out. I am deserving of the Xtreme Title more than any other man in the match. I am PERFECTLY NORMAL and they are all FREAKS.
“But that’s enough on Harold, the man who I am here to defeat and destroy. I must now move to the other FREAKS in the match. Rob Diamond…a man who helped me win my fourth match here in nCw when we defeated Mark Evil and Bob Grenier…though I don’t think we WON so much as we caught him and Bob fighting against each other and took advantage.
Do you even BELONG in this match? Or did your brother put you in to try and take focus away from the true draw the match would have been without you two. He wanted to try and fill it with as much “talent” as he could to try and improve a PERFECT match. You can’t improve PERFECTLY NORMAL vs. HOMELESS FREAK. You can’t. No 20 Minute Iron Man stipulation to the match or two other people can do that. But Diamond still did it and put his baby brother and “son” into the fray. Why not come out of retirement and make it five men and have a whole FREAK FAMILY as detraction from the real match here? You probably wonder if I could even WIN in an Xtreme contest, being more traditional and technically sound. But you will see exactly what I can do when PROVOKED.”
Yes, the freaks have spawned into three opponents and only one of them I truly want to destroy. But that’s just the beginning. The beginning of the decimation that will begin.
“And then there’s the “Nephew” of Rob Diamond, Honcho. Diamond Dallas Honcho, The Magic Man, the man who a few months ago thought he was World Champion when he beat Steve Awesome in a match. A man who didn’t know who his father was…until it was revealed Chris Diamond was his Father…and now they are a HAPPY FAMILY with Rob Diamond in their “Happy Home”. Which I highly doubt because honestly it sounds like more of a FREAK festival than a FAMILY. Honcho…why are you, oh yeah, your FATHER books the matches around here and showed you favoritism because that’s just how he thinks real father’s treat their children, with FAVORITISM and don’t teach them to EARN what they have. Just like your UNCLE I will decimate you in the ring. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to win that title at Crossroads. I would even…”
I got cut off, the phone in the room rings. Who would call me this late? It is almost midnight. I pick up the phone, it’s my wife. She sounds concerned.
“Honey, I’m sorry it must be really late there but I had to call you before you went to bed. Something happened here you should know about.”
“What happened, Kendra? Is everything ok?”
My voice was concerned, I love my family, and I love my wife. Unlike Harold who probably hated his family and is happier without them, minus being a HOMELESS FREAK.
“No, it’s not ok, Kristoff. Andrew, he went up to your gym. He…he broke something.”
“He got hurt?”
“No, he broke the latch off the signed IRS Suitcase you have up there. I’m so sorry, I’ll go get it fixed and it’ll look like new when you get back home, I promise.”
I couldn’t contain myself.
“He BROKE my signed suitcase! Does he KNOW how much TROUBLE I went through to GET to that show as a child to see my IDOL IRS?”
“I’m sorry, I’ll ground him for this and I promise I’ll get it fixed. That’s the only thing, the signature is still there and everything its fine, it’ll be fixed. Maybe I shouldn’t have called. This really upsets you when the kids get into your things.”
“You lock my gym, Kendra. I don’t want them to touch my things while I am gone again. Get the suitcase fixed…and ground Andrew and when I get home…”
I smashed the phone, hanging up on my wife. The phone fell to the floor, broken plastic with buttons flying everywhere and the receiver in half. Chunks of plastic, sharp and jagged, looked up at me. I then saw what my bare hands were capable of. And now I know…what PERFECTLY NORMAL…can do with a WEAPON.
My hotel room was a comfortable reminder of how crummy I have it not being as part of the Revolution. It is ok, though, I don’t mind, it’s not where I want to be anyway. I want to be out, but I just got back from Collision and saw the finalized card for Crossroads. Things are looking so good. I looked in the mirror, and I look Californian. Unfortunately we are still in Canada so I feel Minnesotan. And all I can think about is what happened at Collision. I won a tag match with one of my opponents in Rob Diamond…the freak he is. And then I helped nCw security and the Revolution dispose of the FREAK of Dark Prophet, former Xtreme champion, cripple. And crippled people are not NORMAL, they are FREAKS.
The shower felt good after the match, and after all that happened. But I still couldn’t believe that *CENSORED BY THE AOTR* Kelly Fox did that to Prophet. It made me wonder if the Revolution wasn’t so bad after all…despite being a bunch of *CENSORED BY THE AOTR* just like Harold, someone who has aligned himself with such a *CENSORED BY THE AOTR* group of people. I mean, Angel, freak. Falcon…Freak. Knite...well Freak doesn’t even begin to describe the *CENSORED BY THE AOTR*. But they are not my problem, unless they come to the aid of Homeless Harold, they are not my problem. But I don’t feel like joining the Revolution or the Resistance, both are a bunch of freaks.
I sit down upon my bed; my second suit of the day is a lot cleaner than the set of clothes I took off after my match. And now I wonder, what I am going to say to my three opponents this week, how could I possibly talk to them, in the allotted time I have been given, about this match they are sure to suffer greatly in. My first Xtreme rules match in my so-far undefeated and short career in wrestling here in nCw.
“Good evening to you all. Well, it isn’t exactly good for Harold; he’s just reminded by my face of how much better than him I am. I saw what you said earlier this week, Harold, and yet again I realize how much you do not deserve that title. And I also realize how much the other two people in the match don’t really matter to the “story” of this battle. The battle is between US. It is between PERFECTLY NORMAL Kristoff Liam Bates and the FREAK of a vagabond and Revolution supporter in Homeless Harold.”
I began to straighten my tie as I sat on the edge of this derelict bed. Something about this run-down hotel room and knowing Homeless Harold had to sleep, once again, in the back door to some restaurant in a cold Canadian alley made me feel better about myself and my family.
“It is so SAD how your wife died of cancer, and then your son left to “follow his dreams”. I think the truth is different, Harold. I think the truth is God was taking inventory. God was taking inventory and your family just happened to come up on the list of “FREAKS deserving of punishment.” God is fair and just, to those who believe in him. And you, you probably don’t even BELIEVE in God like a good god-fearing Christian like myself.
But I am not a freak of a Catholic or a Baptist, or even one of those FREAK Jehovah’s Witnesses. I am a hard-working Lutheran; I go to church every Sunday before I show up at the arena. I pray before I go to bed every night. And God has rewarded me with a nice family, a nice house, and an opportunity to live my dream. And that dream is now even more specific because I have the opportunity to punish FREAKS like you. Your family is gone, you are without a home and you say you don’t make enough to get a hotel room. Well I make enough to get a hotel room. Not because I side with the Revolution. Not because I kiss Knite’s or Kelly’s ass. But because they see I work hard. They see my hard work and see I stand off to the side and don’t really try to upset their balance of power like the Resistance. I am just here, trying to live my dream and I have my shot.”
And then I begin to undo my tie. My nice tie feels heavy, so I loosen it a little. And I also unbutton the top of my shirt, releasing the stiffness in my collar and allowing my neck freedom of movement.
“But I am PERFECLY NORMAL, Harold. I am more normal than you or Dark Prophet or Mark Evil or anyone who has ever held that belt before. And now, here we are, facing off for the first and hopefully LAST time. Hopefully I will defeat you and show you just how pointless your life is, and you commit SUICIDE and end that pathetic FREAK life of yours, sparing us all your pathetic life’s story one more time. You mentioned my wife last week.
You mentioned how I didn’t DESERVE her? Well in all respects you didn’t deserve YOUR wife and what happened, she DIED. You lost her. I won’t lose my wife, she LOVES me, unlike your wife who most likely just felt trapped due to the child she had with you. A child potentially born out of wedlock. A child born out of marriage just like you probably were and now we come to the real root of the problem. You aren’t a sufferance of circumstances. You didn’t become homeless and a vagabond FREAK like you are now because you were a victim.
No, you became what you are, Harold, because you were born a FREAK and simply lost that which made you LOOK NORMAL. And now, you are a FREAK with a title you hold on to for dear life, afraid I or one of the other men in the match will take it from you. And you’ll cry and piss and moan and whine about how you’ve been mistreated, like every other homeless person. But you sleep on your concrete slab tonight, Harold. You sleep and you KNOW that you have no life after that title. You have no reason to wrestle, you have no reason to EXIST without that belt, and I know this. You have no family. You have no friends. You have no LIFE.
You are a worthless entity propped up by this company and like so many others in this country right now you see yourself coming up for being laid off and you are afraid. But don’t worry, perhaps God will take pity on you and make your death very short and painless. Maybe you can scrounge up what change you have and go to New York, and jump in front of a subway train. Ending your PATHETIC FREAK life once and for all.”
I continue to unbutton my shirt, loosening my tie as I go. My body is ripped, chiseled out of hard rock after so many days of working out. I am deserving of the Xtreme Title more than any other man in the match. I am PERFECTLY NORMAL and they are all FREAKS.
“But that’s enough on Harold, the man who I am here to defeat and destroy. I must now move to the other FREAKS in the match. Rob Diamond…a man who helped me win my fourth match here in nCw when we defeated Mark Evil and Bob Grenier…though I don’t think we WON so much as we caught him and Bob fighting against each other and took advantage.
Do you even BELONG in this match? Or did your brother put you in to try and take focus away from the true draw the match would have been without you two. He wanted to try and fill it with as much “talent” as he could to try and improve a PERFECT match. You can’t improve PERFECTLY NORMAL vs. HOMELESS FREAK. You can’t. No 20 Minute Iron Man stipulation to the match or two other people can do that. But Diamond still did it and put his baby brother and “son” into the fray. Why not come out of retirement and make it five men and have a whole FREAK FAMILY as detraction from the real match here? You probably wonder if I could even WIN in an Xtreme contest, being more traditional and technically sound. But you will see exactly what I can do when PROVOKED.”
Yes, the freaks have spawned into three opponents and only one of them I truly want to destroy. But that’s just the beginning. The beginning of the decimation that will begin.
“And then there’s the “Nephew” of Rob Diamond, Honcho. Diamond Dallas Honcho, The Magic Man, the man who a few months ago thought he was World Champion when he beat Steve Awesome in a match. A man who didn’t know who his father was…until it was revealed Chris Diamond was his Father…and now they are a HAPPY FAMILY with Rob Diamond in their “Happy Home”. Which I highly doubt because honestly it sounds like more of a FREAK festival than a FAMILY. Honcho…why are you, oh yeah, your FATHER books the matches around here and showed you favoritism because that’s just how he thinks real father’s treat their children, with FAVORITISM and don’t teach them to EARN what they have. Just like your UNCLE I will decimate you in the ring. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to win that title at Crossroads. I would even…”
I got cut off, the phone in the room rings. Who would call me this late? It is almost midnight. I pick up the phone, it’s my wife. She sounds concerned.
“Honey, I’m sorry it must be really late there but I had to call you before you went to bed. Something happened here you should know about.”
“What happened, Kendra? Is everything ok?”
My voice was concerned, I love my family, and I love my wife. Unlike Harold who probably hated his family and is happier without them, minus being a HOMELESS FREAK.
“No, it’s not ok, Kristoff. Andrew, he went up to your gym. He…he broke something.”
“He got hurt?”
“No, he broke the latch off the signed IRS Suitcase you have up there. I’m so sorry, I’ll go get it fixed and it’ll look like new when you get back home, I promise.”
I couldn’t contain myself.
“He BROKE my signed suitcase! Does he KNOW how much TROUBLE I went through to GET to that show as a child to see my IDOL IRS?”
“I’m sorry, I’ll ground him for this and I promise I’ll get it fixed. That’s the only thing, the signature is still there and everything its fine, it’ll be fixed. Maybe I shouldn’t have called. This really upsets you when the kids get into your things.”
“You lock my gym, Kendra. I don’t want them to touch my things while I am gone again. Get the suitcase fixed…and ground Andrew and when I get home…”
I smashed the phone, hanging up on my wife. The phone fell to the floor, broken plastic with buttons flying everywhere and the receiver in half. Chunks of plastic, sharp and jagged, looked up at me. I then saw what my bare hands were capable of. And now I know…what PERFECTLY NORMAL…can do with a WEAPON.