Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2013 17:56:38 GMT -6
Sixteen hours until Ignite 151................
Sixteen hours until my official return to NEW...............
Sixteen hours until the demise of Jason Andrews..................
Sixteen hours until I show all of NEW that I am not to be fucked with................
Sixteen hours until I finally get my respect back....................
Sixteen hours until Josh Cole shows the world that everyone plays by his rules..............
(I sit on the edge of the bed inside of my hotel room in Chicago smoking a cigarette, trying to grasp the fact that I lost to Keelan Centinich of all people.)
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!! I just can't wrap my head around it, how did I touch the floor first?" How did I lose to a second rate piece of curtain jerking shit like Keelan?"
(I stand up and take a drag of my cigarette and then grab the bottle of Jack Daniels that is sitting on the desk, I screw off the top and start to take swig after swig after swig. Alcohol always numbed everything but never quite did the trick like good ole mary jane.)
"I think its time to break my sobriety ...."
(I climb onto my bed and grab my cell phone and dial a number that I hadn't dialed in almost a year and a half. I take another swig of Jack and inhale another drag of my cigarette as the phone begins to ring.)
"Hello?"
"Yo, its me I need an eighth of the best shit you got ... like right the fuck now!!!"
"Damn I thought you quit bro, what changed?"
"I resigned with NEW and I lost, that's what changed. Now I'm kind of drunk so you think you could deliver?"
"Wait what? You're in town?"
"Yeah, we've got a show tomorrow .... if you bring your ass over to my hotel I'll not only smoke with you but I'll give you a ticket for tomorrow as well."
"Aight, fasho give me a few and I'll be there."
"Aight, I'm in room 340 on the 7th floor just tell the desk lady that you are here to see me that way she won't trip."
"Aight fasho, see you in a few breh."
**CLICK**
==========================Thirty minutes later=============================
**KNOCK .... KNOCK .... KNOCK**
"Who is it?"
"It's me!!"
(I walk to the door and look through the peep hole to see a face I hadn't seen in forever. I open it and there stands my cousin Keith Collins. He gave up wrestling awhile back and went back to the street life.)
Keith Collins: "What's good cousin?!!!"
Josh Cole: "Shit, not a whole lot .... I just want to smoke and then get this match over with."
Keith: "Is that so? Well it just so happens that I have some of the best shit you have ever had in your entire life and trust me this shit will get you fucking LIFTED!!!!"
"For sure that's whats up! Well what the fuck are we waiting for? Break that shit down and roll that shit up!"
"Aight chill son, I got you don't worry!"
"Aight fasho cause honestly if I don't smoke before this match I am going to go in there and tear this kids head clear off. I can't stand it when Jesse says I am capable of being in the main event but he gives me fucking curtain jerker matches. It's fucking down right annoying, specially when guys like Johnny Stylez and XXX and Roger Wright and others suck his fucking dick to get where they are at today."
"I know how you feel cuz, you gotta remember I was where you are right now at one point in time. Jesse used to jerk me around and around all the fucking time. Just think it could be worse, at least you aren't Devin Stone."
(We both laugh as Keith grinds up the magical green leaf and begins to roll up. I had stopped drinking almost an hour ago but I was still buzzing. So I light up a cigarette and just wait for him to finish rolling.)
"Shit man, this whole return has got me ass backwards. I'm telling you I just want to go into that ring every night and tear off everyone's head, like I know I am better than this entire fucking roster but Jesse still keeps me in a cage it feels like. I'll tell you this much, that if it keeps happening I am going to be like King Fucking Kong and just go totally bizerk. Shit is starting to drive me crazy."
"Word yo, I def feel what you are saying but shut the fuck up and hit this weed and take your mind off of everything."
(I grab the joint that Keith is handing me and spark it up, I inhale the first hit and instantly it was pure bliss. I hadn't smoked in almost two years and bang everything felt alright once again.)
**COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH**
"Damn cuz, you alright? Oh wait that's right you haven't smoked in awhile so you got rookie lungs hahahahaha!! Or what I should say is you got pussy lungs, I don't know how you are gonna keep up with Johnny if he finds out you smoke. Because he will take you to that level that you have NEVER been too before. TRUST ME when I SAY THIS .... YOU DO NOT WANT TO SMOKE WITH LA JOHNNY STYLEZ!!! HE WILL GET YOU SO FUCKING HIGH YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO FUNCTION!!!!"
"I'm not able to function right now hahahahahahahahaha!!"
"Okay fasho, yo cuz I'mma dip out, keep everything that is on the desk I got more back at the house. I'll see you tomorrow aight."
"Aight fasho breh, I'll holla at you tomorrow when I'm in a sober state of mind hahahahaha!"
"Fasho, deuces!"
"Deuces!"
(Keith closes the door behind him and I fall back and just knock out.)
==========================Seven hours later============================
"HOLY SHIT!! WHAT TIME IS IT?!!! FUCK I'M GOING TO BE LATE!! THIS IS NOT GOOD!!"
(I jump up out of my bed rather quickly and look for my cell phone to see what the time is.)
"6:37PM ... phew that would have been all bad. Jesse would of killed me if I showed up late to an event."
(I take out a cigarette and spark it up to calm myself down. I then see that Keith left the weed and a bong on the desk. I try and remember what he said before he left last night.)
("Keep whats on the desk, I've got more at home.")
"That's right! Perfect this will do just fine. Now I may not have to absolutely destroy Andrews but then again I just might. I haven't decided yet....."
(So now I have two hours left until I make return to Ignite, two hours until the complete destruction of Jason Andrews, two hours until I show everyone that this is my game and we are playing by my rules.)
"New Edge Wrestling consider yourself officially FUCKED!! Because right now this is the Josh Cole you wanted, well this is the Josh Cole you are going to get. Last week at Kamikaze was nothing compared to what I am going to do to Andrews this week. This is going to be complete total annihilation and the break down of man that he will never want to wrestle again."
(I take the last few drags on my cigarette that had been sitting in the ash tray the whole time while I talked to the webcam recording the message video that would go on to the NEW website for the entire world to see. I waned to let everyone know that I am going to destroy Jason Andrews and that I am going for the title and no one is going to stand it my way.)
"So yeah NEW there you have it I am going to completely humiliate this bitch boy and prove to everyone why I am the greatest fucking superstar to ever step into a NEW ring."
Sixteen hours until my official return to NEW...............
Sixteen hours until the demise of Jason Andrews..................
Sixteen hours until I show all of NEW that I am not to be fucked with................
Sixteen hours until I finally get my respect back....................
Sixteen hours until Josh Cole shows the world that everyone plays by his rules..............
(I sit on the edge of the bed inside of my hotel room in Chicago smoking a cigarette, trying to grasp the fact that I lost to Keelan Centinich of all people.)
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!! I just can't wrap my head around it, how did I touch the floor first?" How did I lose to a second rate piece of curtain jerking shit like Keelan?"
(I stand up and take a drag of my cigarette and then grab the bottle of Jack Daniels that is sitting on the desk, I screw off the top and start to take swig after swig after swig. Alcohol always numbed everything but never quite did the trick like good ole mary jane.)
"I think its time to break my sobriety ...."
(I climb onto my bed and grab my cell phone and dial a number that I hadn't dialed in almost a year and a half. I take another swig of Jack and inhale another drag of my cigarette as the phone begins to ring.)
"Hello?"
"Yo, its me I need an eighth of the best shit you got ... like right the fuck now!!!"
"Damn I thought you quit bro, what changed?"
"I resigned with NEW and I lost, that's what changed. Now I'm kind of drunk so you think you could deliver?"
"Wait what? You're in town?"
"Yeah, we've got a show tomorrow .... if you bring your ass over to my hotel I'll not only smoke with you but I'll give you a ticket for tomorrow as well."
"Aight, fasho give me a few and I'll be there."
"Aight, I'm in room 340 on the 7th floor just tell the desk lady that you are here to see me that way she won't trip."
"Aight fasho, see you in a few breh."
**CLICK**
==========================Thirty minutes later=============================
**KNOCK .... KNOCK .... KNOCK**
"Who is it?"
"It's me!!"
(I walk to the door and look through the peep hole to see a face I hadn't seen in forever. I open it and there stands my cousin Keith Collins. He gave up wrestling awhile back and went back to the street life.)
Keith Collins: "What's good cousin?!!!"
Josh Cole: "Shit, not a whole lot .... I just want to smoke and then get this match over with."
Keith: "Is that so? Well it just so happens that I have some of the best shit you have ever had in your entire life and trust me this shit will get you fucking LIFTED!!!!"
"For sure that's whats up! Well what the fuck are we waiting for? Break that shit down and roll that shit up!"
"Aight chill son, I got you don't worry!"
"Aight fasho cause honestly if I don't smoke before this match I am going to go in there and tear this kids head clear off. I can't stand it when Jesse says I am capable of being in the main event but he gives me fucking curtain jerker matches. It's fucking down right annoying, specially when guys like Johnny Stylez and XXX and Roger Wright and others suck his fucking dick to get where they are at today."
"I know how you feel cuz, you gotta remember I was where you are right now at one point in time. Jesse used to jerk me around and around all the fucking time. Just think it could be worse, at least you aren't Devin Stone."
(We both laugh as Keith grinds up the magical green leaf and begins to roll up. I had stopped drinking almost an hour ago but I was still buzzing. So I light up a cigarette and just wait for him to finish rolling.)
"Shit man, this whole return has got me ass backwards. I'm telling you I just want to go into that ring every night and tear off everyone's head, like I know I am better than this entire fucking roster but Jesse still keeps me in a cage it feels like. I'll tell you this much, that if it keeps happening I am going to be like King Fucking Kong and just go totally bizerk. Shit is starting to drive me crazy."
"Word yo, I def feel what you are saying but shut the fuck up and hit this weed and take your mind off of everything."
(I grab the joint that Keith is handing me and spark it up, I inhale the first hit and instantly it was pure bliss. I hadn't smoked in almost two years and bang everything felt alright once again.)
**COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH**
"Damn cuz, you alright? Oh wait that's right you haven't smoked in awhile so you got rookie lungs hahahahaha!! Or what I should say is you got pussy lungs, I don't know how you are gonna keep up with Johnny if he finds out you smoke. Because he will take you to that level that you have NEVER been too before. TRUST ME when I SAY THIS .... YOU DO NOT WANT TO SMOKE WITH LA JOHNNY STYLEZ!!! HE WILL GET YOU SO FUCKING HIGH YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO FUNCTION!!!!"
"I'm not able to function right now hahahahahahahahaha!!"
"Okay fasho, yo cuz I'mma dip out, keep everything that is on the desk I got more back at the house. I'll see you tomorrow aight."
"Aight fasho breh, I'll holla at you tomorrow when I'm in a sober state of mind hahahahaha!"
"Fasho, deuces!"
"Deuces!"
(Keith closes the door behind him and I fall back and just knock out.)
==========================Seven hours later============================
"HOLY SHIT!! WHAT TIME IS IT?!!! FUCK I'M GOING TO BE LATE!! THIS IS NOT GOOD!!"
(I jump up out of my bed rather quickly and look for my cell phone to see what the time is.)
"6:37PM ... phew that would have been all bad. Jesse would of killed me if I showed up late to an event."
(I take out a cigarette and spark it up to calm myself down. I then see that Keith left the weed and a bong on the desk. I try and remember what he said before he left last night.)
("Keep whats on the desk, I've got more at home.")
"That's right! Perfect this will do just fine. Now I may not have to absolutely destroy Andrews but then again I just might. I haven't decided yet....."
(So now I have two hours left until I make return to Ignite, two hours until the complete destruction of Jason Andrews, two hours until I show everyone that this is my game and we are playing by my rules.)
"New Edge Wrestling consider yourself officially FUCKED!! Because right now this is the Josh Cole you wanted, well this is the Josh Cole you are going to get. Last week at Kamikaze was nothing compared to what I am going to do to Andrews this week. This is going to be complete total annihilation and the break down of man that he will never want to wrestle again."
(I take the last few drags on my cigarette that had been sitting in the ash tray the whole time while I talked to the webcam recording the message video that would go on to the NEW website for the entire world to see. I waned to let everyone know that I am going to destroy Jason Andrews and that I am going for the title and no one is going to stand it my way.)
"So yeah NEW there you have it I am going to completely humiliate this bitch boy and prove to everyone why I am the greatest fucking superstar to ever step into a NEW ring."