Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2015 10:39:54 GMT -6
Each and every day in the lives of those weak minded fools they try to escape what causes them pain. The brain often times shuts off when something traumatic takes place and harms them irreparably. They choose to see that which is good and kind and decent and forget that which causes trauma. They think the way something is achieved is more important that the actual accomplishment.
This is why I find myself here after a massive concussion and tons of blood loss after my war with Rob Riot. Most would find a bed and lay the fuck down for a month but there is no time for pussy shit like rest and recuperation. Trust me Alisa has told me time and again to lay down and get my strength back. I told her if I laid down her ass better be straddling my cock and the conversation ends there.
Apparently The New Edge Management and Jesse Styles himself is a little pissed off over what took place at Tension in Texas and Rob and myself trying to kill each other. They are really not thrilled we beat the crap out of fans who got in our way. So Jesse send my girlfriend a little message to be here at this stupid office to get a psychological evaluation to determine if Rob and I were sane enough to compete inside of a wrestling ring.
The conversation this morning ended in a heated argument between Alisa and I. Our first argument was over this shit? The make up sex had better be worth it. She feels like I went too far with Rob and endangering innocent people. I felt like I did not go far enough and the fact his bitch ass was still walking was an affront to New Edge fans everywhere. Once again agree to disagree.
Alisa was not talking to me for whatever reason and in my mind it had little to do with our little argument about innocent fans. Something was eating at her and she was not speaking to me. But we will take care of that little situation in due time. My phone was going off and the song “I Wonder why they Call me Bitch” by Tupac was going off. This was the signal the owner of New Edge Wrestling was on the other end. I picked it up and immediately changed it to speaker phone so everyone could hear his bitch ass.
“Your ass had better be at that psychiatrist's office. You are getting a full evaluation to make sure you are stable enough to step into the ring. Without the Doctor’s say so you will not be competing for the World Title this week against Blair, Valora, and Father Nathan.”
“I am sitting in the waiting room. They said someone else was in there getting an evaluation. Wouldn’t it be funny as shit if it were Rob.”
“It is.”
“You are a bigger idiot than I gave you credit for. Let me see if I have this shit right. You send Rob and i to get evaluations from the same fucking shrink. We are getting these evaluations because we damned near killed each other. So yeah put us in the same room Jesse. Brilliant!”
“Look asshole I do not have a lot of money and I had to take what I could get. You want to pay for a shrink then you go right ahead. Otherwise suck it up and get the fuck in there. Now shut up before I fire your ass...again.”
“You are stupid for sure but not even you are that dumb. I make money for you and like you said you are flat broke. I make more money than any stiff you got in that dressing room. You do not want to kill the cash cow now do you?”
“Shut up.”
“What was the buy rates for my match compared to the rest? I will be glad to tell you because I have the numbers. They paid to watch two men kill each other rather than Blair and Roger stagger around the drink like a couple of drunks after last call.”
As this is going on a young receptionist comes out of the room containing the doctor asking for Myself and Alisa. Time to get rid of Jesse.
“You always wanted to start your own clique so here you go! CLICK BITCH!”
With a laugh my phone is put back into the pocket in which it came. Alisa gives me a look that can only be described as colder than shit. Granted she was pissed off at me but how the fuck long was this shit going to last? She hadn’t given it up to me since Tension in Texas. Good fucking thing the last pay per view wasn’t Cold Front!
“Doctor Charles will be right with you.”
Just as we are being led from the office Rob Riot is led out in a straight jacket yelling at the top of his lungs. He sees me and he is less than fucking thrilled. Of course me laughing at him is not really aiding the situation.
“Look at it on the bright side, Rob. At least I didn’t anally fuck this receptionist.”
Okay that one was a little bit of a low blow as Rob is trying to get to me as I pie face him for even trying. Of course his hands are restrained so there really isn't shit he can do about it. With a laugh Alisa and I take our seat in front of the doctor. She is wearing a white lab coat and a very low cut top. Hot therapists rule...well unless you are dating someone hotter. Al Envy would totally fuck her in his own little world.
“Mister Valentyne and Miss Grist my name is Natasha P. Charles and I will be evaluating your sanity to continue on with New Edge Wrestling. We will be going over some things so I can get to know you a little better. That way I can judge for sure if you are able to compete in the squared circle and not be a danger to your co workers or clientele.”
“I have a better idea Doc. You say you want to get to know me. Well we could do it in this stuffy office like you did with the Big Fish in the Small Pond over there or we could do this perfectly. You look like you could use to get out and I know Alisa and I need it too. You could observe me in life first hand rather than me saying some shit that could be a lie anyways. I can’t lie about what you would observe.”
Natasha looks upon me with her glasses on the bridge of her perfect nose with a raised eyebrow. She almost fucking smiled or at least I think she did. Either way that fact she was not trying to kill me was a good sign.
“What do you have in mind?”
“Oh yes we have to hear this wonderful idea of yours.”
“Sweetheart take your panties out of a fucking bunch. Okay…”
“I’m not wearing any panties.”
“Anyways like I was saying...hold on what the fuck did you just say.”
“I am not wearing any panties. I was planning on giving you make up sex this morning but you had to come here.”
“GOD DAMN IT! Jesse cost me make up sex! That fucking prick!”
“What is done is done sweetheart. Make sure you pass this evaluation and you will never have to deal with Rob Riot again.”
“He is the special referee in our match. Which leads me to our first little stop up in here. We have pulled up to the parking lot of Staples. You know the office supply place. Do you see all of the handicapped parking? Not all of their handicaps are physical. This is one other thing that Rob Riot has. He is typical of the handicapped people you see each and every day and why he will try to screw me out of the World Title at Ignite 200.”
The therapist, Natasha is taking notes on the mindset of mine here. She can see the working of how I think and do things and appears to be a touch fascinated. Good thing I am getting my make up sex or I am pretty sure I could bang her. Not that I would because Alisa is way hotter.
“You see each of these people thinks the world owes them something. They walk around with this big chip on their little shoulders because of how life is shitting on them. They never take responsibility for their own actions. Rob is the same exact way and that is why he will try to screw me in a couple of weeks.”
With a simple walk we are to the blue handicapped square that my ass is standing on. A smile exits my lips as the dissertation continues.
“You see Mister Riot refuses to take accountability for his own actions. It is always someone else’s fault for his shortcomings. It is my fault for his girl got sodomized when had he done the right thing and offered up the contract none of this would have happened including the beating he got at Tension in Texas. He wants to blame the world for all of his little problems and yet not realize that sometimes life is that way and it will shit on you in a moment’s notice.”
The manager of the Staples comes out in a huff heading right for us. He is apparently not in a good mood we are in the parking lot of Staples and is going to make sure we know that. His bald head is covered in sweat as he continues to walk forward.
“Hey this is not some sightseeing tour your mother fuckers. This is a business I am trying to run and you are going to get the fuck out of here. I will be calling the police if you do not get out of here. You thought I was a prick before then you better STAY TUNED! Because I am BETTERTHANU!”
Nah it can’t be. That would be too funny if it was. With that the three of us are back in the car and on the road to our trip of Chicago. Alisa is shaking her head at what just happened as the therapist is simply taking notes.
“That guy was a prick.”
“Most idiots who think they have a little authority are. Now we are almost at our second little stop. First we had to take care of the special referee for our match and when i mean special I mean special ed.. Now on to the people I will destroy when we step inside of the ring. Which leads us here.”
“Honey why are we at the police station?”
“It makes sense Valora used to be a cop and now she has the same sense of entitlement. She thinks she is special because someone else said that she is. You see I have the same problem with that cunt as I do with Rob Riot and Matt Slater. They think because they were a big deal in some shitty promotion that she is a big deal here. She thinks she can walk around and interrupt main events when her talent says she is mid card for life. Miss Salinas needed to come out and interrupt shit to try and seem important in the grand scheme of things. Did you see me interrupt that match to try to get myself over? Nope. You know why?”
“Why honey?”
“Because I already am over. Because I already am a legend and bigger than the title. Because for all of the greatness of that title I have surpassed it in anything I choose to do. Every time I am in the ring people tend to pay attention. Were they watching Blair stumble fuck around the ring in the so called main event? Nope they were too busy talking about the match I carried Rob Riot to.”
What does all of this have to do with a police station, Mister Valentyne? I am wondering about this for your evaluation?”
“The police believe they are above the law. They are some of the biggest hypocrites and maggots to ever walk the face of this Earth. They chase down people who are speeding but they are speeding themselves in which to do that. Miss Salinas is the same way. She bitches and moans about everything. She cries and whines about Blair and how she won the title. What she will never get is that it does not matter how you win it is simply that you win. She wants to pound her fucking chest about a title win that was a complete joke. She defeated a man I destroyed internally. So congrats you won a world title. one win out of ten title matches or so. Yeah nice record Cuntsuealla.”
“Mister Valentyne is memory serves me your record in world title matches as of late is not the greatest in the world.”
“You are right about that. The thing is usually I could care less if I win the world title belt. The best wrestler almost never holds the title. Did anyone really consider Adrien Specter the best? Nope they thought of him as a joke as I currently do. Did anyone think Judas Dathan was the best? How about Aaron Abraham? Winning the belt is the most over rated accomplishment there is.”
“You said usually why is this different now?”
“It is different because of who the referee for this match happens to be. Rob Riot will be forced to raise my hand in victory and that will be worth it all. When i beat the crap out of Valora, Father Nathan, and my cunt of a soon to be ex wife, he will have to hand me that fucking belt and raise my hand. It will absolutely kill him to do it.”
“Why do you think Valora did that? I am curious to see you take on this?”
“Well for one she is a former cop or FBI or whatever. Police have a false sense of entitlement and think their jobs are more important than anyone else’s. She thinks she is some sort of big deal in the NEW. She is not. It does not matter how you get the job done just that you get the job done. So is Blair the first person in the history of the NEW to ever get help in winning a match? Not even close. And Blair did the one thing that very few people have ever done and that is defeat Roger Wright when the title is on the line. That is one hell of an accomplishment that can never be taken from her. Very few have done that and the list is short and impressive. Shane Sparx...uhhh hiccup in the road. Johnny Stylez...used to be the best ever. XXX...used to be the best ever. And now Blair Buchanan.”
“Were you surprised Blair got the job done in that match? Some are calling it a huge upset.”
“The bigger upset would have been if Roger Wright had won. You see it goes to prove my point about making stars. Roger is great when I am carrying him around the ring. I make him look better than his ass ever was. When he was off on his own to try and make himself the man he failed. He failed like Matt Slater failed when I was done with him. He failed like Dave McDave did when I was done with him. Leave them to their own devices and they fail. I motivate people to do things that otherwise they are not capable of doing. Now onto our next stop in the road. Actually it is just across the street.”
“I only see a church.”
With a confident stroll we are to the church across the street from the police station. Natasha and Alisa are right behind me as my arms are raised to the heavens. The large Catholic church looks a little bit the worse for wear and the building is almost falling down.
“Why a church, Mister Valentyne?”
“Organized religion is the biggest escape from reality there is. The reality of the situation is that people fuck up their lives each and every day. They make horrible decisions to do drugs and drink booze and fuck around on their wives and all types of debauchery. Instead of taking responsibility for their shitty decisions and try to change their lives themselves they blame it on others. This lack of accountability defines the life and times of a member of the clergy of the Catholic church. That person would be Father Nathan.”
“I do not understand.”
“Of course you do not understand but you will. You see people need to feel better about their horrible decisions. Much like Nathan needs to feel better about joining Unstable. Rather than trying to change the situation they look to the invisible man to solve all of their problems. Then they have a built in excuse for their failures. Now they tell this invisible lord to change their lives and they believe that crap. They ask their faux savior to live their lives for them. This takes away all accountability which is the reason people were sent to Earth in the first place if you believe the urban legend that is the bible. Now if something good happens they praise their fake lord. They do this because they know eventually something is going to get fucked up and they are setting up for the failure that is soon to come. Give the ghost credit and then when shit goes wrong guess what? It is God’s will they fucked up. Religion is the biggest piece of shit to ever exist.”
“Interesting perspective Mister Valentyne.”
“Father Nathan much like the members of the Catholic church needs a built in excuse for their failures. He will say when he gets his ass handed to him by me that it was God’s will. No Nathan it will be my will that kicked the shit out of you and there is not one damned thing you can do about it.”
“Baby, how much longer is this little tour going to go. I need to give you make up sex.”
“One more stop on the road to Ignite 200 from Chicago Illinois. This is at the hotel downtown. But first we will go to the one place Blair would go to celebrate her victory if I know my wife at all. We are going to the Magnificent Mile.”
“How do you know that?”
“My wife is a shopaholic if there ever was one. And the one place in Chicago to go would be there. So being as I am the generous man that I am I sent her an invitation to shop there with me picking up the tab. Seeing as Roger took all of her money it would seem appropriate for me to allow her a little...well knowing her it will not be little shopping spree. I can be the bigger man and congratulate her on a success I tried to achieve but never did. She defeated Roger Wright for the World Title. It is not like she beat some depressed piece of shit that was already beaten down by life and a humanity swallowing vagina.”
The woman is writing in her little notebook with the initials NPC on the front of it. ALisa is watching her in amazement as the writing continues. It makes me wonder what the fuck she is writing about me. I need to get a closer look.
“Mister Valentyne I know what you are trying to do here. You are trying to use me to keep yourself out of hot water. I can assure you that no one uses me unless I allow it. I know you want to see what I have written but no amount of drugs or payoffs is going to get you out of this. I will not be bought off and I will not be used.”
“Even if I wanted to use you would not be able to. The laws do not allow such shenanigans with the mental health profession. I could get in trouble if I do something like that.”
“WHy does it say NPC on your notebook, Natasha?”
“That is my anagram Alisa.”
“Huh?”
“Natasha P Charles. My initials are NPC you see. That way no one can take anything from me unless I give it. I see we are at the Magnificent Mile. Do you really expect Blair to be here?”
“A shopping spree on me? You Damned right I do. But the difference is my wife does not understand a few things. She refuses to give me a divorce even though there would be no way I could get my hands on her money back when she had it. We signed a prenuptial agreement before we wed. And now I have the money and she does not.”
“Why give her a shopping spree?”
“Because she proved me right all along. That is worth the price of a Blair sized shopping spree. I am the one who told her she was a star when even she didn’t believe it. She thought she needed drugs and her mother and all of that other shit. Blair has been beaten down since that cunt gave birth to her. She was blessed with beauty but it turned out to be a curse in this business. Valora said she fucked me to get ahead. Maybe so maybe not so. You see Blair has been treated like a possession her entire life. I was the one who told her what she could be. I was the one who told her she did not need to fuck stars to get ahead in this business that she was a star. Took a while but she finally believed it. She succeeded where I had failed. I am the first one to give her credit for that which is the reason for the shopping spree and for the championship celebration at one of the finest hotels in the city.”
“Now you face her with the title on the line.”
“Sure do. For all of the convincing it took for her to believe in herself the fact is I have always believed in my talents in the ring. I have always known I am truly the most talented wrestler anyone has ever laid eyes on. So while she finally came around I have always been there and will continue to be there. Father Nathan has never been there and Valora does not belong there. I am the reason people will tune in to watch this match. The only fucking reason.”
“Okay Mister Valentyne I have come to my conclusions would you like to hear them?”
“I am dying for a long winded rant from NPC. Never heard that before.”
“I have decided that while you are not a stark raving mad lunatic that your thoughts and processes are filled with anger and hatred. I saw your match with Riot and you were out of control. You have Explosive Anger Disorder and it is my judgment that you need medication and therapy to overcome that. So you are being bound to the Shady Hills Asylum for the criminally insane for the time being until we can judge your sanity a little better. You will be allowed to continue your career as long as safety issues are put into place to allow for a safe work environment.”
Shit I got abused by NPC. Fuck that bitch I am going to skull fuck her but if I do not have her permission it would be rape and we cannot have that. Fucking that bitch used me. God damn it I wanted to use her but I never got the opening I needed.
With anger I was flailing away as my arms were bound into a straight jacket. Hmm guess my theme song is appropriate after all. The only thing I am missing is the supermodel part. Of course Alisa made all of this worse.
“Honey I want make up sex!”
Fuck you Jesse Styles for costing me make up sex fuck you to hell!
This is why I find myself here after a massive concussion and tons of blood loss after my war with Rob Riot. Most would find a bed and lay the fuck down for a month but there is no time for pussy shit like rest and recuperation. Trust me Alisa has told me time and again to lay down and get my strength back. I told her if I laid down her ass better be straddling my cock and the conversation ends there.
Apparently The New Edge Management and Jesse Styles himself is a little pissed off over what took place at Tension in Texas and Rob and myself trying to kill each other. They are really not thrilled we beat the crap out of fans who got in our way. So Jesse send my girlfriend a little message to be here at this stupid office to get a psychological evaluation to determine if Rob and I were sane enough to compete inside of a wrestling ring.
The conversation this morning ended in a heated argument between Alisa and I. Our first argument was over this shit? The make up sex had better be worth it. She feels like I went too far with Rob and endangering innocent people. I felt like I did not go far enough and the fact his bitch ass was still walking was an affront to New Edge fans everywhere. Once again agree to disagree.
Alisa was not talking to me for whatever reason and in my mind it had little to do with our little argument about innocent fans. Something was eating at her and she was not speaking to me. But we will take care of that little situation in due time. My phone was going off and the song “I Wonder why they Call me Bitch” by Tupac was going off. This was the signal the owner of New Edge Wrestling was on the other end. I picked it up and immediately changed it to speaker phone so everyone could hear his bitch ass.
“Your ass had better be at that psychiatrist's office. You are getting a full evaluation to make sure you are stable enough to step into the ring. Without the Doctor’s say so you will not be competing for the World Title this week against Blair, Valora, and Father Nathan.”
“I am sitting in the waiting room. They said someone else was in there getting an evaluation. Wouldn’t it be funny as shit if it were Rob.”
“It is.”
“You are a bigger idiot than I gave you credit for. Let me see if I have this shit right. You send Rob and i to get evaluations from the same fucking shrink. We are getting these evaluations because we damned near killed each other. So yeah put us in the same room Jesse. Brilliant!”
“Look asshole I do not have a lot of money and I had to take what I could get. You want to pay for a shrink then you go right ahead. Otherwise suck it up and get the fuck in there. Now shut up before I fire your ass...again.”
“You are stupid for sure but not even you are that dumb. I make money for you and like you said you are flat broke. I make more money than any stiff you got in that dressing room. You do not want to kill the cash cow now do you?”
“Shut up.”
“What was the buy rates for my match compared to the rest? I will be glad to tell you because I have the numbers. They paid to watch two men kill each other rather than Blair and Roger stagger around the drink like a couple of drunks after last call.”
As this is going on a young receptionist comes out of the room containing the doctor asking for Myself and Alisa. Time to get rid of Jesse.
“You always wanted to start your own clique so here you go! CLICK BITCH!”
With a laugh my phone is put back into the pocket in which it came. Alisa gives me a look that can only be described as colder than shit. Granted she was pissed off at me but how the fuck long was this shit going to last? She hadn’t given it up to me since Tension in Texas. Good fucking thing the last pay per view wasn’t Cold Front!
“Doctor Charles will be right with you.”
Just as we are being led from the office Rob Riot is led out in a straight jacket yelling at the top of his lungs. He sees me and he is less than fucking thrilled. Of course me laughing at him is not really aiding the situation.
“Look at it on the bright side, Rob. At least I didn’t anally fuck this receptionist.”
Okay that one was a little bit of a low blow as Rob is trying to get to me as I pie face him for even trying. Of course his hands are restrained so there really isn't shit he can do about it. With a laugh Alisa and I take our seat in front of the doctor. She is wearing a white lab coat and a very low cut top. Hot therapists rule...well unless you are dating someone hotter. Al Envy would totally fuck her in his own little world.
“Mister Valentyne and Miss Grist my name is Natasha P. Charles and I will be evaluating your sanity to continue on with New Edge Wrestling. We will be going over some things so I can get to know you a little better. That way I can judge for sure if you are able to compete in the squared circle and not be a danger to your co workers or clientele.”
“I have a better idea Doc. You say you want to get to know me. Well we could do it in this stuffy office like you did with the Big Fish in the Small Pond over there or we could do this perfectly. You look like you could use to get out and I know Alisa and I need it too. You could observe me in life first hand rather than me saying some shit that could be a lie anyways. I can’t lie about what you would observe.”
Natasha looks upon me with her glasses on the bridge of her perfect nose with a raised eyebrow. She almost fucking smiled or at least I think she did. Either way that fact she was not trying to kill me was a good sign.
“What do you have in mind?”
“Oh yes we have to hear this wonderful idea of yours.”
“Sweetheart take your panties out of a fucking bunch. Okay…”
“I’m not wearing any panties.”
“Anyways like I was saying...hold on what the fuck did you just say.”
“I am not wearing any panties. I was planning on giving you make up sex this morning but you had to come here.”
“GOD DAMN IT! Jesse cost me make up sex! That fucking prick!”
“What is done is done sweetheart. Make sure you pass this evaluation and you will never have to deal with Rob Riot again.”
“He is the special referee in our match. Which leads me to our first little stop up in here. We have pulled up to the parking lot of Staples. You know the office supply place. Do you see all of the handicapped parking? Not all of their handicaps are physical. This is one other thing that Rob Riot has. He is typical of the handicapped people you see each and every day and why he will try to screw me out of the World Title at Ignite 200.”
The therapist, Natasha is taking notes on the mindset of mine here. She can see the working of how I think and do things and appears to be a touch fascinated. Good thing I am getting my make up sex or I am pretty sure I could bang her. Not that I would because Alisa is way hotter.
“You see each of these people thinks the world owes them something. They walk around with this big chip on their little shoulders because of how life is shitting on them. They never take responsibility for their own actions. Rob is the same exact way and that is why he will try to screw me in a couple of weeks.”
With a simple walk we are to the blue handicapped square that my ass is standing on. A smile exits my lips as the dissertation continues.
“You see Mister Riot refuses to take accountability for his own actions. It is always someone else’s fault for his shortcomings. It is my fault for his girl got sodomized when had he done the right thing and offered up the contract none of this would have happened including the beating he got at Tension in Texas. He wants to blame the world for all of his little problems and yet not realize that sometimes life is that way and it will shit on you in a moment’s notice.”
The manager of the Staples comes out in a huff heading right for us. He is apparently not in a good mood we are in the parking lot of Staples and is going to make sure we know that. His bald head is covered in sweat as he continues to walk forward.
“Hey this is not some sightseeing tour your mother fuckers. This is a business I am trying to run and you are going to get the fuck out of here. I will be calling the police if you do not get out of here. You thought I was a prick before then you better STAY TUNED! Because I am BETTERTHANU!”
Nah it can’t be. That would be too funny if it was. With that the three of us are back in the car and on the road to our trip of Chicago. Alisa is shaking her head at what just happened as the therapist is simply taking notes.
“That guy was a prick.”
“Most idiots who think they have a little authority are. Now we are almost at our second little stop. First we had to take care of the special referee for our match and when i mean special I mean special ed.. Now on to the people I will destroy when we step inside of the ring. Which leads us here.”
“Honey why are we at the police station?”
“It makes sense Valora used to be a cop and now she has the same sense of entitlement. She thinks she is special because someone else said that she is. You see I have the same problem with that cunt as I do with Rob Riot and Matt Slater. They think because they were a big deal in some shitty promotion that she is a big deal here. She thinks she can walk around and interrupt main events when her talent says she is mid card for life. Miss Salinas needed to come out and interrupt shit to try and seem important in the grand scheme of things. Did you see me interrupt that match to try to get myself over? Nope. You know why?”
“Why honey?”
“Because I already am over. Because I already am a legend and bigger than the title. Because for all of the greatness of that title I have surpassed it in anything I choose to do. Every time I am in the ring people tend to pay attention. Were they watching Blair stumble fuck around the ring in the so called main event? Nope they were too busy talking about the match I carried Rob Riot to.”
What does all of this have to do with a police station, Mister Valentyne? I am wondering about this for your evaluation?”
“The police believe they are above the law. They are some of the biggest hypocrites and maggots to ever walk the face of this Earth. They chase down people who are speeding but they are speeding themselves in which to do that. Miss Salinas is the same way. She bitches and moans about everything. She cries and whines about Blair and how she won the title. What she will never get is that it does not matter how you win it is simply that you win. She wants to pound her fucking chest about a title win that was a complete joke. She defeated a man I destroyed internally. So congrats you won a world title. one win out of ten title matches or so. Yeah nice record Cuntsuealla.”
“Mister Valentyne is memory serves me your record in world title matches as of late is not the greatest in the world.”
“You are right about that. The thing is usually I could care less if I win the world title belt. The best wrestler almost never holds the title. Did anyone really consider Adrien Specter the best? Nope they thought of him as a joke as I currently do. Did anyone think Judas Dathan was the best? How about Aaron Abraham? Winning the belt is the most over rated accomplishment there is.”
“You said usually why is this different now?”
“It is different because of who the referee for this match happens to be. Rob Riot will be forced to raise my hand in victory and that will be worth it all. When i beat the crap out of Valora, Father Nathan, and my cunt of a soon to be ex wife, he will have to hand me that fucking belt and raise my hand. It will absolutely kill him to do it.”
“Why do you think Valora did that? I am curious to see you take on this?”
“Well for one she is a former cop or FBI or whatever. Police have a false sense of entitlement and think their jobs are more important than anyone else’s. She thinks she is some sort of big deal in the NEW. She is not. It does not matter how you get the job done just that you get the job done. So is Blair the first person in the history of the NEW to ever get help in winning a match? Not even close. And Blair did the one thing that very few people have ever done and that is defeat Roger Wright when the title is on the line. That is one hell of an accomplishment that can never be taken from her. Very few have done that and the list is short and impressive. Shane Sparx...uhhh hiccup in the road. Johnny Stylez...used to be the best ever. XXX...used to be the best ever. And now Blair Buchanan.”
“Were you surprised Blair got the job done in that match? Some are calling it a huge upset.”
“The bigger upset would have been if Roger Wright had won. You see it goes to prove my point about making stars. Roger is great when I am carrying him around the ring. I make him look better than his ass ever was. When he was off on his own to try and make himself the man he failed. He failed like Matt Slater failed when I was done with him. He failed like Dave McDave did when I was done with him. Leave them to their own devices and they fail. I motivate people to do things that otherwise they are not capable of doing. Now onto our next stop in the road. Actually it is just across the street.”
“I only see a church.”
With a confident stroll we are to the church across the street from the police station. Natasha and Alisa are right behind me as my arms are raised to the heavens. The large Catholic church looks a little bit the worse for wear and the building is almost falling down.
“Why a church, Mister Valentyne?”
“Organized religion is the biggest escape from reality there is. The reality of the situation is that people fuck up their lives each and every day. They make horrible decisions to do drugs and drink booze and fuck around on their wives and all types of debauchery. Instead of taking responsibility for their shitty decisions and try to change their lives themselves they blame it on others. This lack of accountability defines the life and times of a member of the clergy of the Catholic church. That person would be Father Nathan.”
“I do not understand.”
“Of course you do not understand but you will. You see people need to feel better about their horrible decisions. Much like Nathan needs to feel better about joining Unstable. Rather than trying to change the situation they look to the invisible man to solve all of their problems. Then they have a built in excuse for their failures. Now they tell this invisible lord to change their lives and they believe that crap. They ask their faux savior to live their lives for them. This takes away all accountability which is the reason people were sent to Earth in the first place if you believe the urban legend that is the bible. Now if something good happens they praise their fake lord. They do this because they know eventually something is going to get fucked up and they are setting up for the failure that is soon to come. Give the ghost credit and then when shit goes wrong guess what? It is God’s will they fucked up. Religion is the biggest piece of shit to ever exist.”
“Interesting perspective Mister Valentyne.”
“Father Nathan much like the members of the Catholic church needs a built in excuse for their failures. He will say when he gets his ass handed to him by me that it was God’s will. No Nathan it will be my will that kicked the shit out of you and there is not one damned thing you can do about it.”
“Baby, how much longer is this little tour going to go. I need to give you make up sex.”
“One more stop on the road to Ignite 200 from Chicago Illinois. This is at the hotel downtown. But first we will go to the one place Blair would go to celebrate her victory if I know my wife at all. We are going to the Magnificent Mile.”
“How do you know that?”
“My wife is a shopaholic if there ever was one. And the one place in Chicago to go would be there. So being as I am the generous man that I am I sent her an invitation to shop there with me picking up the tab. Seeing as Roger took all of her money it would seem appropriate for me to allow her a little...well knowing her it will not be little shopping spree. I can be the bigger man and congratulate her on a success I tried to achieve but never did. She defeated Roger Wright for the World Title. It is not like she beat some depressed piece of shit that was already beaten down by life and a humanity swallowing vagina.”
The woman is writing in her little notebook with the initials NPC on the front of it. ALisa is watching her in amazement as the writing continues. It makes me wonder what the fuck she is writing about me. I need to get a closer look.
“Mister Valentyne I know what you are trying to do here. You are trying to use me to keep yourself out of hot water. I can assure you that no one uses me unless I allow it. I know you want to see what I have written but no amount of drugs or payoffs is going to get you out of this. I will not be bought off and I will not be used.”
“Even if I wanted to use you would not be able to. The laws do not allow such shenanigans with the mental health profession. I could get in trouble if I do something like that.”
“WHy does it say NPC on your notebook, Natasha?”
“That is my anagram Alisa.”
“Huh?”
“Natasha P Charles. My initials are NPC you see. That way no one can take anything from me unless I give it. I see we are at the Magnificent Mile. Do you really expect Blair to be here?”
“A shopping spree on me? You Damned right I do. But the difference is my wife does not understand a few things. She refuses to give me a divorce even though there would be no way I could get my hands on her money back when she had it. We signed a prenuptial agreement before we wed. And now I have the money and she does not.”
“Why give her a shopping spree?”
“Because she proved me right all along. That is worth the price of a Blair sized shopping spree. I am the one who told her she was a star when even she didn’t believe it. She thought she needed drugs and her mother and all of that other shit. Blair has been beaten down since that cunt gave birth to her. She was blessed with beauty but it turned out to be a curse in this business. Valora said she fucked me to get ahead. Maybe so maybe not so. You see Blair has been treated like a possession her entire life. I was the one who told her what she could be. I was the one who told her she did not need to fuck stars to get ahead in this business that she was a star. Took a while but she finally believed it. She succeeded where I had failed. I am the first one to give her credit for that which is the reason for the shopping spree and for the championship celebration at one of the finest hotels in the city.”
“Now you face her with the title on the line.”
“Sure do. For all of the convincing it took for her to believe in herself the fact is I have always believed in my talents in the ring. I have always known I am truly the most talented wrestler anyone has ever laid eyes on. So while she finally came around I have always been there and will continue to be there. Father Nathan has never been there and Valora does not belong there. I am the reason people will tune in to watch this match. The only fucking reason.”
“Okay Mister Valentyne I have come to my conclusions would you like to hear them?”
“I am dying for a long winded rant from NPC. Never heard that before.”
“I have decided that while you are not a stark raving mad lunatic that your thoughts and processes are filled with anger and hatred. I saw your match with Riot and you were out of control. You have Explosive Anger Disorder and it is my judgment that you need medication and therapy to overcome that. So you are being bound to the Shady Hills Asylum for the criminally insane for the time being until we can judge your sanity a little better. You will be allowed to continue your career as long as safety issues are put into place to allow for a safe work environment.”
Shit I got abused by NPC. Fuck that bitch I am going to skull fuck her but if I do not have her permission it would be rape and we cannot have that. Fucking that bitch used me. God damn it I wanted to use her but I never got the opening I needed.
With anger I was flailing away as my arms were bound into a straight jacket. Hmm guess my theme song is appropriate after all. The only thing I am missing is the supermodel part. Of course Alisa made all of this worse.
“Honey I want make up sex!”
Fuck you Jesse Styles for costing me make up sex fuck you to hell!