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December 2002
Murder was the thought that crept into my mind. I look back at her with my head tilted to the side. My eyes are filled with anger and resentment. She looks at me and her eyes are filled with a new found spirit. She puts one foot on the entrance to the door but I stop her. I look back at her and I allow her to step foot into my house. She takes off her jacket and puts it in the closet. I watch her every step. She tries to grab my arm but I jolt away. The look of her right now is disgusting to me. I thought that when she came home I would be happy. Now I wish she would leave. She can tell something is wrong as she takes a step back. I just look at her with tears still falling but theyre of a different kind now. How could she have done this? How Welcome home she says to her self and I just want to tell her to get out of my house. How could you? I say and she looks shocked that I said something and silence enters the house again. This time this is silence that needs a lot of explaining. They say silence is golden. I say silence is hell. I say that as I kick her back out to the rain. That Chapter. The Jada chapter is closed and done! 
“Enjoy sloppy seconds, ay Brenton?” “I was always wondering what Jada has been up to these days. Its good to see her standard has lowered.” “Did you aim to spark a rage with that kick Brenton? Because all you did was something I dreamt about doing since the night I kicked her out of my home eight years ago. That move to get under my skin has done nothing but allow me to applade you.” “You’re a spineless, motherfucker. Your leaps and bonds then what you were when you first came to No Limit Wrestling Federation. You grew from a boy on the verge of puberty to a cockles son of a bitch. Is this bitter tone because of the actions towards Jada? Not at all, the bitterness in my tone was you costing me a easy victory at New Era.” “I get it Brenton, your this fresh face looking to make a name for yourself. And by doing that your gunning after the top dogs. You went from gunning after the World Champion. Then a few well placed one liners and your whole attention has sifted, created a whole new look. Made me a priority.” “I’m sorry Kiddo, this is one priority your going to have to do with out accomplishing.” “To be blunt, this is getting really old really quick. Here I am, on the verge of being named Pro Wrestling Hall of Fame inductee of March 2009, and I have to face this piece of trash. Here I am, a triple threat and I have to face a man who vows to kill me off. He’s a man who can’t leave me alone because everything he wants to be he sees in me. He loves to surround himself with success because, ultimately, he’ll never gain success.” “That’s a theory I’ve been preaching since the day I became a pro.” “But why won’t he see success? He’s too generic. He’s too cliché. He can never be anything successful because he’ll never reinvent himself. He’s been trying to convince everyone he’s A myth, a Legend, and a Man. A man he says? Since when? Just because he added a few new tats, and got a makeover doesn‘t make Brenton Cyrus a man, not at all.” “It just makes him the second coming of Ryan Seaycrest!” “You never will be able to look at me in my face. It’s the reason that you chosen to kick me in the head rather address me face to face. No need to make some false clams about wanting to send a message, we all know the reason why you chosen to kick me rather then manning up. Reason is simple, if you were to stand toe to toe with me, you would start to sweat and you would forget how to breathe properly. You hyperventilate and you start to chough and wheeze. It’s the feeling you get when someone kicks the shit out of you over and over again. Do you know that feeling? The feeling where everything around you crumbles so you have to settle for second best knowing you can’t get the best?” “Of course you do, your Brenton Cyrus” “What bad things can you say about me? You had to kick Jada just to give yourself a ego boost. Hell, Brenton, what can you say bad about me? You’re apparently the ‘main event’ and the ‘Myth and I’ve offended you with a few words in a promo. That’s what started all this. I stood behind my partner Cyber Punk, and since then you have had yourself a man crush.” “I lost to Shadow Demon because of you. Shadow Demon is a pe-on if anything. So stop building the clown up, all your doing is giving him a higher fall. See Brenton I don’t lose often and when I do the vultures flock around it. They see a small glimmer of a weakness and they try to rip it into a huge gaping hole because, otherwise, they have nothing on me. They all know I’m the epitome of excellence, the measuring stick of measuring sticks, and I am NLWF. So find something I can’t do.” “I’m going to murder you Brenton. That’s the lightest way I can say that. I’m going to murder you and bring you back to life. You will be lying on the mat with your head will be gushing with blood. I’ll take my bandana and wrap it around your head, applying pressure as tight as I can. You will come to and I’ll take out a pen and paper and jot down the hospital where all of my victims go. You’ll look at it and try to read my handwriting but, much like every doctor, you won’t be able to understand my writing.” “Much like you can’t understand why your quest to kill the legacy of SBK is a losing battle.” “You’re a talentless wannabe. You tell me that you’re going to change things but you end up like everyone else… victims of your own end result. You are everything you say you are. You are a teenager. You are a teenager that is trying to grow up too fast in a man’s world. If there are things teenagers do is piss of men. They try and become the change in this world and tread on man’s turf. Yet, teenagers grow up. They grow up to be the men they once hated. You know who shows them the way?” “The men who rule this world.” “You can keep kicking everyone in my history, you can rape them why your at it, only if it makes you feel better. If anything makes you believe that you’re going to win then believe. Believe in yourself because no one else will. I know the facts and I know for fact that after I beat you this week I’m going to walk out with an Easter Bunny suit on. Then, after I’ve defeated you at War Games, you can finally look at me in high regard. You don’t know how much egg you’re going to have on your face after this match. You talk a big game but you have no facts to back anything up. In the same breath everything and nothing will change. You’re going to change and become everything you never wanted to be… nothing. Nothing will change because My Manifest and The New Design is going to bury you and I will walk out one half of the Universal tag-team champion, a title both CP and myself should already have. No screw job. Brenton, you are sin. I am a sinner.” “I will kill you. You will love me.” “Just like everyone else.” “But lets not forget the other piss note on you’re A list team. A list? More like celebrity cast offs.” “ To be frank, if I didn’t know any better, I would say One World Nation was gay for SBK” “Listen here Chuck, Earlier in my career I was in the same naïve cloud as you are. I thought that I was destined to beat big named people when I was nothing. You know what I realized? I realized that everything that was destined was never going to happen. I realized that fate is nothing. I figured out that everything you possess within yourself brings you victories. I understood that there is nothing called fate. You know what I did after I realized that destiny, fate, and chance were nothing?” “I added four more world titles to my resume.” “So what does that mean for Chucky boy? I’m sure Chuck Matthews believes in destiny. He believes that The New Design will fall to him and Brenton, of all the teams, and that the One World Nation is going to run this federation with there ‘new style’ of wrestling. He believes that my talks are just a big façade and that he’s going to lead me back onto the path to reality. He wants there to be a changing of the guard. You’re right about that, Chuck. See, I put a clear guard on the blade of my chainsaw that keeps it rusty between slaughtering. After I get through with you I’ll need to change the guard.” “You’re going to be the most brutal one of them all.” “You live in a clouded world, Chuck one made by Brenton. One that involves thinking you even matter in this equation, one that makes you think you’re going to beat me, and one that makes you think you should even be in the main event. How did you get here? By kissing Brenton‘s ass. Wow, kid, that’s really good. You went from a decent mid-carder to brown noising with Brenton Cyrus.” “Talk about moving up in the world.” “You have been hacking up that mid card, dropping matches to everyone I've walked over. You sit there and tell yourself you can beat me because your partner is Brenton Cyrus, a JR Champion? Fucker isn‘t even a real champion! You think all this but I can smell the urine already spreading over your pants.” “ah poor little Chucky is scared.” “You outta be, this in untouchable. Check out this flow, and teach yourself the basics again. Your game's been slacking, and it's only an opening for me. By the time Direct Hit is over, I will have pinned you for the win, and all that shit slipping from between those cocksuckers on your face, will be as meaningless as your career.” “Fuckouttahere, deadbeat.” “Are you serious? God damn, I never knew these titles would be so easy to obtain. I'm surprised I hadn't been wearing one before. I can taste it already. I can feel every muscle tightening up, knowing I'm about to smack the shit outta two hoes. There has never been a more deserving time than this. CP and I already walked over our toughest challenge and that was the Asylum, and that looked far tougher than it actually was.” “There is a reason why we're here, and there is a reason why we'll be surviving you two bitches. Check it out, read the bible, and put it all together. Our destiny was written a long time ago. I'm back on the throne, and ruling all that is mine.” “Heh, good luck in the JR divison, Chuck.” Someone Call up my ol’ friend Santiago, these bitches just got murked duh fack out! -- [ FIN ] -- |