Post by L. S. Hutchinson on Apr 6, 2012 14:18:09 GMT -5
I walk into the NYCCW HQ, I always hated going to this place. Don’t ask me why. Actually, I’ll tell you anyway. I live over in Philly with my wife and kids, it takes me like two hours to get over here. Fucking traffic always slows me down. There’s actually another reason. The NYCCW HQ gets a bit crowded at times what with businessmen meeting up with the board of directors to sponsor our pay per views and TV show and all the staff and roster hanging out and with possible new employees coming in all the time. Everybody’s eyes are on NYCCW. I quickly make my way to the snack machine, push in a coin and receive a purple coloured smoothie in a bottle. I never liked smoothie ... but they’re better than the other shit around here. Why can’t we ever get some good crisps or get some monster energy cans in here? Eh, I guess the board of directors are too busy making money to give a fuck about the roster.
Do they even realize that our popularity and money income is going down at an alarming rate? We need more members, simple as that. ‘Cause our current roster is shyte and we don’t have a freakin’ guy to sqout for young awesome wrestlers. Seriously, first few weeks were pretty active, now it’s just like eight people being very active. We need some new blood. Literally.
But this is not my job. I don’t get paid to sort out the board’s mess. I get paid to wear this awesome mask, jump around and bring in money with my awesome look and in-ring prowess. That is my job. My dream job, actually.
I walk over to Metallica Evans, wishing to talk to her about Rye and how she deserves a better tag team partner but before I could get to her, Rye pops up in front of me, looks me in the eyes with a menacing glare and pushes me back away from her.
Rye Payne
“Why’re you staring at pretty women, Bytch? I thought you were “happily married”?”
I smile as to not show how aggrevated I was that this ... this ... DOG put his hands on me.
Stytch
“Step aside, Rye.”
Rye Payne
“Or what, Bytch?”
I let out my caged up anger by making a fist with my right hand behind my back. I clenched me hand together so tight that I began to hear and feel cracks coming from my fingers. I just look up at Rye and walk away. It wasn’t worth it. I don’t know what I hate more about the guy, how he looks like a 12 year old, his narcassistic personality disorder, his STUPID clothes or his constant advertiseing of MC-fucking-W. Urgh.
Metallica, I liked her. For obvious reasons, of cause but I also liked her for who she was. She was actually a very nice and interesting woman. If I wasn’t married, she would deffinately be my type. We’re sort of friends. We hung out like one time and I ended up taking her back to The Dungeon. Wait ... it’s not what it sounds like, heh. The Dungeon is what I call my training gym. We hung out, I taught her some moves and we ... well ... technically she kissed me. Quick act of madness, totally not my fault but I felt I should apologise if I lead her on.
Now don’t get all high and mighty on my arse, I told my wife. Best part of admitting that was Mary’s sense of logic. Basically what she thought would make me completely loyal would be to give me a night of crazy hardcore ... gaming. I was expecting some form of sex not given a proper name yet but all I got was her beating my arse in a racing game. Damn, I hate losing to women. Correction, I hate losing to Mary. Everytime she beats anybody at anything she shouts “in you’re face, BURN you big dick freak, BURN!” heh. Dunno what it is about a girl holding a PS3 controller and yelling at me ... but it certainly gets me going. So does pictures of Cody Lane but that’s a ... uh ... private story.
I attempt to walk away from Rye with my anger under control but as soon as I turned my back ... he started again.
Rye Payne
“Yeah that’s it, walk away. With your stupid fingerless gloves, open red hoodie, plain white T-shirt, grey jeans, black and green shoes and that stupid fucking messenger bag. You look like an ugly transexual red riding hood with a creepy mask on.”
I turn around and attempt to knock Rye clean out with an elbow to the face, Kassius Ohno style. But I was stopped. By Apostle Kried, the big german steroid-induced carrot looking guy that’s like SO MUCH taller than me.
Stytch
“Kried, let me the fuck go.”
Kried
“Leave him, Stytch. It’s not worth it.”
I look up to the menacing Kried and begin to calm down. He soon lets go of my arm and stands beside me, facing Rye Payne and Metallica Evans, who had stood up when she saw what I was about to do to Rye.
Metallica
“Look, we don’t want no ...”
Rye Payne
“Shut it, Metty. Men are speaking. How about we settle this little arguement at the next Bright Lights? Me and Metty here versus you two wankers.”
I look up to Kried, I could see by his facial reaction that he definately was hoping to end Rye one day, this was his chance.
Stytch
“I’m game.”
Kreid looks down on us all before agreeing to Rye’s challenge.
Kried
“I’m in”
Rye just gives us an evil stare before grabbing Mettalica Evans by the shoulder and taking her away from us. It kinda looked like she was being forced into this. Like she didn’t even want to be teamed with Rye, but a challenge is a challenge. So when Bright Lights pops onto the screens next week ... there’s gonna be a very special tag team match in store. Rye Payne and Metallica Evans versus Apostle Kried and Stytch. Hmm ... I like the sound of that.
I look up to Apostle, take a deep gulp of my own saliva and calmly utter a few words.
Stytch
“Looks like we’re partners.”
Kried just looks down at me and smirks whilst shaking his head a little.
Kried
“Sure. Hey, I’m heading out to the cafe across the street, want anything?”
Stytch
“You’re sister, hehe.”
Kried looks a bit annoyed but he still smiles.
Kried
“Aren’t you married?”
Stytch
“Maybe ...”
Kried
“Urgh.”
Kried walks through the sliding doors, realises I’m not following and looks back at me.
Kried
“Hey, weird freaky lucha guy. You comin’ or what?”
I smile underneath my mask, hehe, looks like I just found a new friend ...
I make my way to the cafe very quickly.
Stytch
“You’re paying”
Kried watches me make my way across the street to the cafe, smiling.
Kried
“Wait ... isn’t he like a millionaire? Stingy little cunt.”
... and I’ve also found my ticket to free meals
Do they even realize that our popularity and money income is going down at an alarming rate? We need more members, simple as that. ‘Cause our current roster is shyte and we don’t have a freakin’ guy to sqout for young awesome wrestlers. Seriously, first few weeks were pretty active, now it’s just like eight people being very active. We need some new blood. Literally.
But this is not my job. I don’t get paid to sort out the board’s mess. I get paid to wear this awesome mask, jump around and bring in money with my awesome look and in-ring prowess. That is my job. My dream job, actually.
I walk over to Metallica Evans, wishing to talk to her about Rye and how she deserves a better tag team partner but before I could get to her, Rye pops up in front of me, looks me in the eyes with a menacing glare and pushes me back away from her.
Rye Payne
“Why’re you staring at pretty women, Bytch? I thought you were “happily married”?”
I smile as to not show how aggrevated I was that this ... this ... DOG put his hands on me.
Stytch
“Step aside, Rye.”
Rye Payne
“Or what, Bytch?”
I let out my caged up anger by making a fist with my right hand behind my back. I clenched me hand together so tight that I began to hear and feel cracks coming from my fingers. I just look up at Rye and walk away. It wasn’t worth it. I don’t know what I hate more about the guy, how he looks like a 12 year old, his narcassistic personality disorder, his STUPID clothes or his constant advertiseing of MC-fucking-W. Urgh.
Metallica, I liked her. For obvious reasons, of cause but I also liked her for who she was. She was actually a very nice and interesting woman. If I wasn’t married, she would deffinately be my type. We’re sort of friends. We hung out like one time and I ended up taking her back to The Dungeon. Wait ... it’s not what it sounds like, heh. The Dungeon is what I call my training gym. We hung out, I taught her some moves and we ... well ... technically she kissed me. Quick act of madness, totally not my fault but I felt I should apologise if I lead her on.
Now don’t get all high and mighty on my arse, I told my wife. Best part of admitting that was Mary’s sense of logic. Basically what she thought would make me completely loyal would be to give me a night of crazy hardcore ... gaming. I was expecting some form of sex not given a proper name yet but all I got was her beating my arse in a racing game. Damn, I hate losing to women. Correction, I hate losing to Mary. Everytime she beats anybody at anything she shouts “in you’re face, BURN you big dick freak, BURN!” heh. Dunno what it is about a girl holding a PS3 controller and yelling at me ... but it certainly gets me going. So does pictures of Cody Lane but that’s a ... uh ... private story.
I attempt to walk away from Rye with my anger under control but as soon as I turned my back ... he started again.
Rye Payne
“Yeah that’s it, walk away. With your stupid fingerless gloves, open red hoodie, plain white T-shirt, grey jeans, black and green shoes and that stupid fucking messenger bag. You look like an ugly transexual red riding hood with a creepy mask on.”
I turn around and attempt to knock Rye clean out with an elbow to the face, Kassius Ohno style. But I was stopped. By Apostle Kried, the big german steroid-induced carrot looking guy that’s like SO MUCH taller than me.
Stytch
“Kried, let me the fuck go.”
Kried
“Leave him, Stytch. It’s not worth it.”
I look up to the menacing Kried and begin to calm down. He soon lets go of my arm and stands beside me, facing Rye Payne and Metallica Evans, who had stood up when she saw what I was about to do to Rye.
Metallica
“Look, we don’t want no ...”
Rye Payne
“Shut it, Metty. Men are speaking. How about we settle this little arguement at the next Bright Lights? Me and Metty here versus you two wankers.”
I look up to Kried, I could see by his facial reaction that he definately was hoping to end Rye one day, this was his chance.
Stytch
“I’m game.”
Kreid looks down on us all before agreeing to Rye’s challenge.
Kried
“I’m in”
Rye just gives us an evil stare before grabbing Mettalica Evans by the shoulder and taking her away from us. It kinda looked like she was being forced into this. Like she didn’t even want to be teamed with Rye, but a challenge is a challenge. So when Bright Lights pops onto the screens next week ... there’s gonna be a very special tag team match in store. Rye Payne and Metallica Evans versus Apostle Kried and Stytch. Hmm ... I like the sound of that.
I look up to Apostle, take a deep gulp of my own saliva and calmly utter a few words.
Stytch
“Looks like we’re partners.”
Kried just looks down at me and smirks whilst shaking his head a little.
Kried
“Sure. Hey, I’m heading out to the cafe across the street, want anything?”
Stytch
“You’re sister, hehe.”
Kried looks a bit annoyed but he still smiles.
Kried
“Aren’t you married?”
Stytch
“Maybe ...”
Kried
“Urgh.”
Kried walks through the sliding doors, realises I’m not following and looks back at me.
Kried
“Hey, weird freaky lucha guy. You comin’ or what?”
I smile underneath my mask, hehe, looks like I just found a new friend ...
I make my way to the cafe very quickly.
Stytch
“You’re paying”
Kried watches me make my way across the street to the cafe, smiling.
Kried
“Wait ... isn’t he like a millionaire? Stingy little cunt.”
... and I’ve also found my ticket to free meals
