_-Caution| ladies and gentlemen, you're about to enter the world of one Arias VanPeirce. Easily offended? Fuck off, before I traumatize you for life. If blood, violence, gore, stupid humor,religious jokes, sexist jokes, and a whole lot of fucking sound a little too outrageous for your tastes, then grab your purse, adjust your skirt and get the fuck out of my sight. Arias wakes up to the hotel alarm clock. He turns to his side and slams his hand down on it. Slowly he manages to open his eyes, squinting a bit, trying to adjust to the light shining in through the window. It’s 9:30. His immediate thought is “I wonder what Mel is doing?” He grabs his phone from the nightstand and rolls onto his back. He flips it open – no missed calls. He places it back where it was. With a sigh he swings his legs around, placing them on the ground. He sits, rubbing his eyes for a moment, then stands up. He covers his eyes as he walks towards the window. He glances outside to see that it is a fairly nice day out. He smiles a bit before pulling the curtains closed. He walks over to his duffle bag lying on the ground next to his bed. He pulls out a pair of baggy blue jeans and a black long sleeve t-shirt. He pulls his jeans on contemplating whether or not to wear his belt. He decides against it. He pulls his shirt on over his head and stumbles a bit to the closet. He opens it, pulling out a black leather jacket, tossing it on. He grabs his clothes from last night and hurriedly tosses them into the bag, zipping it up. He sits on the edge of the bed as he grabs his pair of black and green skate shoes and slips his feet into them. He shakes his head, trying to wake up, before standing again and walking to the bathroom. He looks at himself in the mirror for a moment before turning the faucet on. He splashes some water on his face then in his hair. He runs his hands through his hair for a few moments until it is just nice enough to where he’d feel comfortable going out into public. He grabs the small bottle of hotel mouthwash and twists the cap off, tossing it to the side. He pours a bit into his mouth, swishing it around before spitting it out. He lets out a deep breath. He backs up, taking one last look at himself before turning and heading back into the bedroom. He picks his bag up and places it on the bed before walking to the nightstand and picking his phone back up. He stares at it for a moment before opening it and flipping through his phone book and dialling Melissa’s number. After a few rings it’s finally answered. “Hey Arias…” Melissa said on the other end. “Hey, I‘m just calling to say I‘m sorry about this. This is just the way it has to be until the cops find that asshole.” “I understand. It just sucks.” Arias sighs and shakes his head. “I know. Look I got to go and get some shit done around town today.” “Like what?” “Well, I got to go to this thing for a company and talk about how they are the shit or something. it’s the NACS. Think that’s national assistance in child safety. ” “Can I see you?” She asked in a soft gentle voice. “I don‘t think that’s a good idea. Look I got to go… Love you. ” the silence on the other end told him she had hung up. He knew it was hard on her not seeing him and all but she had to understand that it wasn’t his fault. The cops told him to take off while they tried to figure this fuck fest out. With a sigh he walked out the door and into the hallway thinking only of his girl. Doz\. Match Talk I What the fuck happened at the Pay per view was retarded I have been looking in the rule books and that match should still be happening because dandilion wasn’t in the match anymore. It states that only a person still involved in the match can eliminate someone. Plus Alexia went the whole fucking match without eliminating a single fucking person. I’ve called triple b and we are going to be talking about this soon enough. But he told me to focus on my match at hand so that’s what I’m going to do. Now Scotty. You really know how to run your mouth, saying how your going to break my winning streak and all tat about winning the eddie trophy bullshit. Next your gonna say I don’t seem like a good role model for the kids, but you are… I don’t want to be a fucking role model you stupid brain dead bitch. The masses follow me because I tell them what they want to hear the truth about every single person in the back. The truth about you. See Scott, you see us all as equals. Equals, Lets make a trip into that word. The dictionary definition is to have the same quality, status or values as another. Ha, my opponents seem to think that I’m their equal or that they are equal to me. Lets just think about this. I am high quality, I have the most expensive fucking entrance in wrestling history, I admit when I’m wrong, which is never and I know when I’m right. I stand up for the little man and beat the piss out of the bigger man, you may say I’m the robin hood of the VWF, less the tights and the frilly outfit. My opponents on the other hand walk around here talking shit about how they deserves title shots and how the belt was taken from them or blah blah blah. Whining and bitching never fucking stopping. Taking wins from rookies and trying to claim that they is some big shots. Some higher better power. Yet when a real challenge comes along they hide their heads in the sand. Next on the list is status. Now my status in this world has been to make peoples believe the un-believable, break the un-breakable, prove the un-provable and do the un-doable. I do it each and every time I step into the squared circle. I put my life on the line to do what my people what to see. So you may say I’m the Hercules among men. I may not be able to lift shit like he did or kill a lion with my bare hands. But Hercules gave the people hope and made then see shit they didn’t think was possible. Isn’t that what I do? But my opponents on the other hand, they are the runts among the pups. They see themselves doing great thing but they do no more then the average man or woman. I will agree that Some of them use to have some talent, use to be able to do the unbelievable, but they can not anymore. They use to do things that awed the people of the crowd into silence. Now they have changed. They became the runts, the ones that fight to survive, not for glory. Some say that makes them dangerous, I say that makes them shells. Shells of what they use to be, for it you have nothing to fight for other then to survive, soon there will be someone who cuts off that survival need, then what do you have? Finally my value. My life is more valuable then my opponents for one big reason. The people love me, I can be the biggest dick in the world, yet I still bring them in striving for me, wanting to see what I will say or do next. I make the VWF, I bring in your pay checks. Without the fans we wouldn’t get paid. So in reality, I’m putting the food on your table. Their live however are not anymore valuable then a piece of dog shit on the front yard. They all seem to think they have some worth to them but they are all shells, all worthless and pathetic shells. Really someone should put them all out of their misery, it pains me to see so many people like that. It really does. It comforts me to know that someday someone will finally end this pain and send them to what ever shit holes they deserve. So to those fucks who haven’t realized it and to my opponents maybe this will get it though your thick skulls. Then again, not one of you can’t keep your attention for more then three seconds you ADD shit heads. So here’s what all that meant…… NO ONE, is even close to being an equal to me, you never have and you never will. I’m the man that walks tall and straight, the closest you fuckers have or ever will be to me is the shit on my shoe. So go fuck yourselves. Arias pulls up into the parking lot, he is suddenly approached by a man with a reseeding hair line and a twenty five dollar suit.“Mr. VanPeirce, hurry, your speech is up next.” The man pretty much pulled Arias out of his car. “Huh? Dude, you said it wasn‘t till three its only two.” “Yes, I know that, but one of our others canceled.” “What prick would cancel on a bunch of kids.” Arias scoffed. He quickly walked up a set up stares and went out onto the stage. “Kids?” Beemer asked but it was to late, AVP was out onto the stage. Arias moved to the mic and looked up. Strangely enough it was mostly men in there mid twenties and thirties. He looked back at Beemer who gave him a goofy smile and the thumbs up. “Hello people… I‘m here for the National Assistance in Child Safety … ” Beemer quickly ran out onto stage and grabbed AVP by the arm. “Mr. VanPeirce. NACS isn‘t National Assistance in child Safety.” Cody sighed, “Shit. What does it stand for? ” Beemer looked at him with a puzzled look.“National Anus Cancer Support.” AVP‘s face went white and his eyes grow overly large.“Oh shit.” He moved back to the mic and gulped. “Umm, ok…”He started and sweat beads started to form on his forehead.“Anus Cancer is a very serious thing…” Suddenly everyone started to cheer. “AVP you rock.” AVP motioned with his hand for them to settle down.“Thank you all. Now, anus Cancer is a problem in our society today because there are to many people contracting it… To prevent Anus Cancer, I suggest that…. Um…. You stop using latex condoms in each others asses and start just sucking cock.” Two gay men in the first start to giggle and smile.“Yeah baby.” Arias wiped the sweat from his brow and suddenly just shook his head.“No, you know why anus cancer is so fucking bad in this state, its because people don‘t like to wipe there asses. It’s disgusting. You all know that you have done it, taken a dump and not whipped you ass. So my idea is for you all to start using toilet paper. ”Arias nodded, and quickly made an exit from the stage. The fans clapped and he pushed past Beemer and quickly made it out to his car. Beemer quickly following. “Mr. VanPeirce we need you for the photo shoot.” “No fucking way.” “You don‘t get all your money then, the eighty thousand…” Arias pause.“Well…”He considered. “NO!” He screamed and jumped into his car and quickly punched the gas. He sped down the road and made a quick left then a right turn into a parking lot of a wal-mart and jumped out of the car after he parked it.“Fucking autograph signing it at walmart who the fuck comes up with this shit.” Arias muttered to himself and he made his way to the front doors. There was a giant cardboard cut out of him and the VWF logo plastered all over it. He smiled and sat down at the older looking chair as fans had already started to line up. Every single one of the wearing the same shit. “AVP IS GOD!” Arias started to shake with anger and he grabbed the store manger by the collar exploding out of his chair and staring at the man. “Where did they get those shirts?” “I don‘t know.” A little boy about 5 years old walked forward and stared at Arias. “The man out side gave them to us. He also told me to give you this.” The child held out a post it note. Arias stared at it for a second before reaching down and taking it out of the child’s hand. “Thank you.” Arias stared at the yellow note and then tossed it aside. He sits down and starts the autograph sighing. The cameras zoom in on the note and this is what it reads. ‘treason is punishable by death - AVPisGOD’ Match Talk II Go ahead you little shit. Say ‘I want it more, that your going to end my streak.' Go ahead. Not like I haven't heard that before. Funny thing is, whenever someone says that to me... I shut their mouths pretty quickly after dominating them in our upcoming match. Is that what lies in your future, Scotty? Of course it is. Nobody cares about you. Nobody cares about the people you have beaten. Nobody cares about your entire family. It's like you push record on the camera to sit there and bore us. NOBODY GIVES A SHIT! You... Are... BORING. Just shut the fuck up and smile widely. A silent Scott DiBiase appeals far more than one that whines about me being better then him. Whines about his shot. Fuck off, tough guy. You think you're special? You're nothing. You're the shit the comes out my ass. That gets flushes. You're in the big leagues. You ARE lucky and I will destroy you. People shouldn't bother to watch. They really shouldn't. It's already obvious as to who will come out victorious. But do you know why the people watch? They just can't get enough of me. I ooze sexuality and the people love that. They really do. The only thing you ooze is cum in you pants. I mean really what the hell are you? A fucking clown collage retard. You make me sick, you are nothing to me. All you are is a sack of shit, that will finally be sent to the dump when I beat the living fuck out of you. Maybe you should just you should just stick to something that you’re good at, blowing up betty and blowing you load on her face. The next time you think about talking shit about me, don’t, it will only get you in more shit then you already are in. I guess I got to touch on Matt what ever the fuck his name is. I did not get the chance to toss your ass out of the match and I a sorry for that but really you got beat out my Do or Die. Get bent. You have no talent you have to skill. Hell dandilion has more skill that you. Eat shit fuck nut. Don’t even bother showing your greasy mug to the match. Cause if you do I will destory your ass too. In closing. When you think you can take on the best really just fuck off. I am un defeated and I still hold that in singles compition do you really think when the IC title is on the line I’m not going to kill every one In the match. Remember who you are talking to. I am AVP I am the savoir of the VWF. »Back