Post by Deleted on May 31, 2015 23:28:35 GMT -6
“Bullying, such a grey area that term carries. Is one a bully for being better? Does a person who is not afraid to look you in the eye and say you’re not good enough constitute a bully? If so, I guess I’m a bully. I don’t push people around, I’ve never been a bully in my life. I went through High School being told I’m not good enough. When I prove everyone wrong I’m not allowed to say I told you so? Well isn’t that just cute?”
Austen sits in a dark room, the only light is a burning Camel Light cigarette. He takes a long drag of it. Davey smoked 3 packs of these a day. Austen never understood why, but the burn is so satisfying. He loves the way they bite down his throat. He exhales the smoke, as it clouds the room before dissipating. He stands up, crossing the room, and flicks on the light.
“Kaytee Jordan, you wanna call me a bully, you think I’m pushy? That I am just another one of those kids that picked on the fat girl? You are completely lost honey, I’m far from that. At least right now. I will let you know though, that at Ignite, I will have no worries about pushing you around. I am a man of morals, a GREAT MAN, A CHAMP, and I will not have my good name slandered the way you have slandered it.”
Austen turns, walking away from the camera, but quickly turns back towards it, running up on it. He grabs the camera with both hands, and cocks his head to the side with a menacing grin on his face.
“Kaylee Jordan, I have this title on my shoulder for a reason. It’s not because of Ricky Macaroni, it’s not because of his baby sister Dazielle,” Austen dry heaves just mentioning that name, “It’s not because of Adam Mercer or the rest of the Odor, NO, it’s because I gave Al Envy a package piledriver, I covered Al Envy, and I pinned him 1-2-3. Anyone can say that Ricky helped me out, but was it really help when I took a shot to the head just the same as Al?”
Austen takes a drag of his cigarette, savoring the flavor as it slides down his throat. He exhales hard into the lens of the camera smiling.
“Did Al take a harder shot to the head than me? Hard to say, maybe he is just weaker than I am, maybe Ricky hit him harder, I guess the only ones that will know for sure are Ricky and Al, and neither are truly reliable sources now are they? Al will say to the moon and back that he was hit harder. He doesn’t want to look soft. Ricky will say nothing but that it was strictly an attack on both of us. So can ANYONE really say? I know I can’t, I didn’t feel the impact of Al’s shot, but I felt mine. It fuckin hurt.”
Austen takes his cigarette, and puts it out on his forehead with a semi crazed smile. He grabs the camera and moves it with him, walking towards The bathroom. He turns the camera towards the mirror, and lifts his shirt.
“Do you see this right here Casey? Do you see that slightly fading bruise on either side of my ribs? Those right there, I have been dealing with for over a month. Beneath all of that, are 3 broken ribs. Why am I showing you this? This vulnerability? Because I have that much confidence in myself that I will give you a leg up and STILL win. I am a WRESTLING ICON. I am the savior of the wrestling industry, saving it from champions like Father Nathan, Blair Buchanann and the certain demise of the industry had Al Envy won it.”
Austen puts his shirt down, holding the camera at his face as he continues.
“You don’t think I’m crazy? You’re half right. I’m no serial killer, I’m too smart for that. The order, I’m not so certain, seems to me a bit of Charlie Manson running through those ranks, but who am I to say, they’re a different sort. No I’m not a serial killer, but I am, a little unhinged. Did the shot to the head knock something loose? It could have, it wouldn’t surprise me. You see, I wasn’t wanting to let go because I thought that was the love of my life, and I always was taught if you want something bad enough you fight for it. I did everything I could to make her see, but in the end, she just wasn’t worth that much effort. I love my title more.”
Austen holds the title in front of the camera, kissing it.
“It’s a better lover too.”
Austen chuckles as he moves from the bathroom and through the hallway. He lights up another cigarette, and pans the camera through his modest apartment before turning it back to him.
“You see, Al Envy claims to love the industry. But does he? He loves the idea of the industry sure. The travel, the icons, the lights, the fans, the belts. I love this industry from the very bottom rung. The very beginnings of this industry. Back in Greece, the olympics. Without Olympic wrestling New Edge Wrestling wouldn’t be here. Olympics was what I trained my entire life for. I worked harder than anyone to get myself to the level of peak perfection, this body doesn’t happen overnight. I practiced day and night, and I fought to get to the level where I could be the BEST amateur wrestler in the world. I went down to the Olympic training facility, and within 48 hours I heard the talk. The writing was on the wall. The International Olympic Committee was planning on removing wrestling from the olympics.”
Austen looks up on his wall at his University of Minnesota Singlet framed.
“Al wouldn’t understand that, but Kassie, I know you will. See, you’re smarter than Al, admittedly that doesn’t take much. Look who he’s dating. It’s obvious to everyone but him that she’s a petri dish of Sexually Transmitted Diseases, but who am I to judge. See, I didn’t just bail on the Olympics for the glitz and the glamour. Sure it was a beautiful side effect, but I bailed on the Olympics before it could bail on me. As you’ve so clearly seen with my public breakup with Dazielle, if I don’t do that, I go a bit, how would you say it, crazy? We’ll go with that. See she bailed on me, she jumped ship when the waters started getting choppy. I’m over that, if she wants her verbally abusive, cultist, sociopath, so be it, I’ll save everyone else, and let her burn in the ashes. The savior can only save those wishing to be saved. Do you want to be saved Kayla? I think you do. I don’t think you want to turn into a speed bump, I don’t think you want to be roadkill on my highway to the top.”
Austen has a cocky grin on his face as he looks at the camera, as if his expressions changed completely from arrogant and crazed to confident and cool. As if there were two sides to him.
“If I were you Kandee, I would just not show up. You have those pretty toes, that cute little smile, I’d hate for anything to happen to you. As I said before, I am the epitome of Morality, but I will do whatever it takes to secure my place at the top. If that means burying you and your pretty head of hair below the mat with a package piledriver, or completely snap your back and arm with my Impact Wrench, I will do it. I have no shame in damaging a woman beyond recognition if she stands in my way inside the ring. Now that being said, you play nice, maybe you’ll be lucky enough to go out on a date with me sometime. I’ll buy you a nice salad and a glass of water, you can nibble it, and then we can cap it off with some consensual relations. You would be the luckiest girl in the world Kittee. You could bump uglies with the champ.”
Austen smiles a disgusting grin.
“On second thought, you’re just not pretty enough for the champ. I forgot, now that I have the title, my standards have gone up. I mean, you saw my ex, and she was prettier than you. I guess I’m just going to have to beat you in the ring, beat you and your band of mental midgets at Lights Out, and then one more time beat you at Justice. Gee, 3 match losing streak, not a pretty sight, but then again,” Austen Shrugs, “Neither are you.”
Austen takes another long drag of the cigarette, blowing the smoke directly at the lens of the camera, filling the screen with smoke, and then out of the smoke flies a lit cigarette. It hits the lens, sending sparks in every direction, and the screen fades to black.
Austen sits in a dark room, the only light is a burning Camel Light cigarette. He takes a long drag of it. Davey smoked 3 packs of these a day. Austen never understood why, but the burn is so satisfying. He loves the way they bite down his throat. He exhales the smoke, as it clouds the room before dissipating. He stands up, crossing the room, and flicks on the light.
“Kaytee Jordan, you wanna call me a bully, you think I’m pushy? That I am just another one of those kids that picked on the fat girl? You are completely lost honey, I’m far from that. At least right now. I will let you know though, that at Ignite, I will have no worries about pushing you around. I am a man of morals, a GREAT MAN, A CHAMP, and I will not have my good name slandered the way you have slandered it.”
Austen turns, walking away from the camera, but quickly turns back towards it, running up on it. He grabs the camera with both hands, and cocks his head to the side with a menacing grin on his face.
“Kaylee Jordan, I have this title on my shoulder for a reason. It’s not because of Ricky Macaroni, it’s not because of his baby sister Dazielle,” Austen dry heaves just mentioning that name, “It’s not because of Adam Mercer or the rest of the Odor, NO, it’s because I gave Al Envy a package piledriver, I covered Al Envy, and I pinned him 1-2-3. Anyone can say that Ricky helped me out, but was it really help when I took a shot to the head just the same as Al?”
Austen takes a drag of his cigarette, savoring the flavor as it slides down his throat. He exhales hard into the lens of the camera smiling.
“Did Al take a harder shot to the head than me? Hard to say, maybe he is just weaker than I am, maybe Ricky hit him harder, I guess the only ones that will know for sure are Ricky and Al, and neither are truly reliable sources now are they? Al will say to the moon and back that he was hit harder. He doesn’t want to look soft. Ricky will say nothing but that it was strictly an attack on both of us. So can ANYONE really say? I know I can’t, I didn’t feel the impact of Al’s shot, but I felt mine. It fuckin hurt.”
Austen takes his cigarette, and puts it out on his forehead with a semi crazed smile. He grabs the camera and moves it with him, walking towards The bathroom. He turns the camera towards the mirror, and lifts his shirt.
“Do you see this right here Casey? Do you see that slightly fading bruise on either side of my ribs? Those right there, I have been dealing with for over a month. Beneath all of that, are 3 broken ribs. Why am I showing you this? This vulnerability? Because I have that much confidence in myself that I will give you a leg up and STILL win. I am a WRESTLING ICON. I am the savior of the wrestling industry, saving it from champions like Father Nathan, Blair Buchanann and the certain demise of the industry had Al Envy won it.”
Austen puts his shirt down, holding the camera at his face as he continues.
“You don’t think I’m crazy? You’re half right. I’m no serial killer, I’m too smart for that. The order, I’m not so certain, seems to me a bit of Charlie Manson running through those ranks, but who am I to say, they’re a different sort. No I’m not a serial killer, but I am, a little unhinged. Did the shot to the head knock something loose? It could have, it wouldn’t surprise me. You see, I wasn’t wanting to let go because I thought that was the love of my life, and I always was taught if you want something bad enough you fight for it. I did everything I could to make her see, but in the end, she just wasn’t worth that much effort. I love my title more.”
Austen holds the title in front of the camera, kissing it.
“It’s a better lover too.”
Austen chuckles as he moves from the bathroom and through the hallway. He lights up another cigarette, and pans the camera through his modest apartment before turning it back to him.
“You see, Al Envy claims to love the industry. But does he? He loves the idea of the industry sure. The travel, the icons, the lights, the fans, the belts. I love this industry from the very bottom rung. The very beginnings of this industry. Back in Greece, the olympics. Without Olympic wrestling New Edge Wrestling wouldn’t be here. Olympics was what I trained my entire life for. I worked harder than anyone to get myself to the level of peak perfection, this body doesn’t happen overnight. I practiced day and night, and I fought to get to the level where I could be the BEST amateur wrestler in the world. I went down to the Olympic training facility, and within 48 hours I heard the talk. The writing was on the wall. The International Olympic Committee was planning on removing wrestling from the olympics.”
Austen looks up on his wall at his University of Minnesota Singlet framed.
“Al wouldn’t understand that, but Kassie, I know you will. See, you’re smarter than Al, admittedly that doesn’t take much. Look who he’s dating. It’s obvious to everyone but him that she’s a petri dish of Sexually Transmitted Diseases, but who am I to judge. See, I didn’t just bail on the Olympics for the glitz and the glamour. Sure it was a beautiful side effect, but I bailed on the Olympics before it could bail on me. As you’ve so clearly seen with my public breakup with Dazielle, if I don’t do that, I go a bit, how would you say it, crazy? We’ll go with that. See she bailed on me, she jumped ship when the waters started getting choppy. I’m over that, if she wants her verbally abusive, cultist, sociopath, so be it, I’ll save everyone else, and let her burn in the ashes. The savior can only save those wishing to be saved. Do you want to be saved Kayla? I think you do. I don’t think you want to turn into a speed bump, I don’t think you want to be roadkill on my highway to the top.”
Austen has a cocky grin on his face as he looks at the camera, as if his expressions changed completely from arrogant and crazed to confident and cool. As if there were two sides to him.
“If I were you Kandee, I would just not show up. You have those pretty toes, that cute little smile, I’d hate for anything to happen to you. As I said before, I am the epitome of Morality, but I will do whatever it takes to secure my place at the top. If that means burying you and your pretty head of hair below the mat with a package piledriver, or completely snap your back and arm with my Impact Wrench, I will do it. I have no shame in damaging a woman beyond recognition if she stands in my way inside the ring. Now that being said, you play nice, maybe you’ll be lucky enough to go out on a date with me sometime. I’ll buy you a nice salad and a glass of water, you can nibble it, and then we can cap it off with some consensual relations. You would be the luckiest girl in the world Kittee. You could bump uglies with the champ.”
Austen smiles a disgusting grin.
“On second thought, you’re just not pretty enough for the champ. I forgot, now that I have the title, my standards have gone up. I mean, you saw my ex, and she was prettier than you. I guess I’m just going to have to beat you in the ring, beat you and your band of mental midgets at Lights Out, and then one more time beat you at Justice. Gee, 3 match losing streak, not a pretty sight, but then again,” Austen Shrugs, “Neither are you.”
Austen takes another long drag of the cigarette, blowing the smoke directly at the lens of the camera, filling the screen with smoke, and then out of the smoke flies a lit cigarette. It hits the lens, sending sparks in every direction, and the screen fades to black.