Post by โฎ๐๐๐๐๐โฎ on Sept 9, 2023 5:16:11 GMT -5
I layed on the floor in my darkened hotel room and watched the stars. They twinkled and glowed with blue iridescent shades that danced on the pitch black sky. No I wasn't going crazy I was just on a good trip. The bag of shrooms laid next to me on top of my Elevated Championship along with another little empty baggy. My celebratory binge was slowly coming to an end and I knew I needed to snap back to reality soon if I wanted to keep the championship and the paycheck that went along with it. I guess you could say I have some sort of control. I just donโt always choose to use it.
Shadows on the wall took on forms of their own as time went on. I could see my birth mother laying next to me, the whites of her eyes nonexistent and when I tried to touch her, her flesh was ice cold to the touch. I glanced at her but only for a moment because what I saw was what nightmares are made of. Her mouth was open, drool slowly drying on the side of her mouth. Her eyes had a black liquid leaking from them and I still couldn't see the whites of her eyes. Her skin was pale and a smell emanating from her made the bile in my stomach start to rise. I pulled myself up from the ground only to be able to crawl to the nearest wall. I watched her body contort and crack with every movement. Although between the smell and appearance she seemed to be dead, her body moved in jerking motions so obviously she wasnโt fully dead, maybe just a little dead. "Stormiiiiiiiiiiii."
I shivered at her calling my name in such an ominous way. I struggled to get the words out but when I did get them out they came out broken. "Mom-mommy? Is-is that y-you?" I pulled my knees up to my chest. She started to move toward me on all fours with her back facing the ground and her head turned upward. At first she was slow but still jerked with every moment. However, once she was only feet from me she darted and within seconds I could smell rotting meat on her breath.
"Useless child!" Instead of sounding like my birth mother she sounded just like the woman claiming to be my mom. I watched as my birth mother contorted herself in such a manner that her entire figure seemed dismembered before pops and cracked echoed in my ears. The noise alone was enough to make me coil in discussion and once again I could feel my stomach bile rise in my throat. I covered my mouth and tried to look away but it was like someone had their hands on either side of my head forcing me to watch the thing in front of me change.
"She's just like that girl who gave birth to her. I thought if we took her in and raised her she would be fine but she's just as useless as her mother. God why did I let you talk me into adopting her!" The monstrosity in front of me didn't even look human anymore. There were large horns with a set of antlers right behind them and pale yellow eyes stared back at me. The only thing I could make out about the body of this thing was that it looked like an over engorged deer. "She'll never amount to anything, she'll always be exactly what she is now and that's a trouble maker. Her grades are so bad the school is talking about holding her back, the group of friends she found herself in are giving her cigarettes and god knows what else, that boyfriend of hers keeps sneaking into OUR house! God knows what they do in her bedroom at night." Each time my adoptive mother spoke, the beast in front of me opened its mouth. I swallowed hard as it took a step toward me, its hooves making a clicking noise on the ground. "I don't care that she's a teenager! She's going to ruin everything we've built! I want her out of this house as soon as she turns eighteen! She'll be nothing but a nuisance to us!" My stomach churned as the beast stepped close enough for me to finally see its body. Rotting flesh dangled from the sides of the beast, intestines running along the floor with every step it took, I could smell the decay on its flesh and the iron from its blood was enough to cause me to hurl into the hotel carpet in front of me. Honestly, it was an improvement.
When I raised my head the beast's face was directly in mine. There was a sweet smell now that took over the room. It was a familiar smell but I couldn't remember how long ago I'd smelled it or where I smelled it. Sugar, butter, and a dash of cinnamon with undernotes of vanilla filled my nose along with a lingering aroma of eucalyptus, peppermint, and pumpkin as I started to realize the smell was the breath of this animal in front of me. Then it hit me like a bus, that smell was what the house smelt like the first time I ever tried a hard drug. The night I ran away from home after overhearing my parents arguing over my behavior at school. I was depressed and instead of coping or telling anyone I tried to handle it on my own. I never liked seeming weak so instead of asking for help I held everything inside until it exploded. My grades took a nose dive, I smoked cigs to stay awake and sane while trying to figure out what the fuck was wrong with me. I cut a few classes and I stayed up late talking to my best friend who happened to be a guy.
I nodded at the beast in front of me agreeing with their words. I wasn't going to be anything other than what I was now, a hopeless druggie drunk looking for enough money to stay off the street and get my next fix. I had no goals or aspirations for the future, I had a plan to end it all before I graduated high school but somehow made it out alive. I didn't know how to live in a world I didn't expect to be in and the only thing I had to go off of was either Mr. and Mrs. Perfect or the bottom of the bottle birth mother. I didn't want to try because I didn't make plans for my future. I was lazy, useless, and above all else I was the waste of space they made me out to be. I figured why even try if nothing I did was good enough.
"Lookie Lookie what I got!" I hold up the Elevated Championship with the widest smile on my face. "I TOLD you fuckers I was going to end up with this and I didn't even have to try hard for it. Yeah Trent wanted to make that out to be a bad thing but why work harder when you can just work smarter? I jumped to the head of the line and there's a lotta people pissed about it because they didn't think of doing the shit I did first. See, while you could say I don't deserve to be here and I should have had to work for it the same way everyone else does I say it doesn't fucking matter if you work as hard or harder than everyone else as long as you can get that pin at the end of the night."
I laugh and kiss the championship. "I took advantage of the situations put in front of me and now I have gold baby! And a nice paycheck to go along with it. It was a matter of time considering the history of this championship is all losers who didn't give a shit about defending it and just got lucky. I guess you could say I was lucky too but the difference is I make my own damn luck, it doesn't just fall in my lap like this championship did with Ciela and Benny boy."
"But moving on from the gloating because there will be plenty of time for that since I'm going to be holding this puppy for a long ass time let's talk about this pussy Blake Anderson. You and Bella have been running around throwing cheap shots to stay relevant and come off like a couple of badasses. Maybe instead of burning flags and trying to handcuff new talent on Anarchy you should be thinking about, oh I don't know, how to actually make a statement and I don't know winning a championship? Sinclair made the excuse you didn't answer the Synn open invitation because of Donnie. I woulda said screw Harris AND BRADDOCK and put my all into that open invitation and got the World Championship."
"Of course I know if I'm saying you're stupid for not answering the call of the championship it's going to get thrown back at me but I know I'm not world championship material. Currently, I donโt want the damn thing. I don't want to have to deal with two whole rosters on my ass coming after my paycheck and my championship hence why I wanted this baby." I hold up the championship. "I'm guaranteed a match every week, a championship match on top of it, which means more money in my pocket. You on the other hand seem to want everyone's eyes on you since you and Bella can't just take a win or loss and move on about your night. What better way to have everyone looking at you than holding the World Championship for OCW? A bunch of attention whores that's what you are."
"Then again you won't even be able to beat me so you would have just wasted your time with TWO count em TWO losses. So I guess I see why Sinclair had to come up with an excuse why you didn't toss your hat in the ring. Speaking of, those seem to be stacking up for you now arenโt they? Damn!"
"Then again how can you be any kinda champion when you have Sinclair talking for you and telling Bells to hold you back and calm you down. Not only do you let someone else do the talking for you, probably because when you do talk you only end up embarrassing yourself, you're going to let your girl tell you when you can go off? You're going to let your girl tell you what to do? Champions don't need people to tell them what to do, they just do it. Not to mention Sinclair is making you both out to be liars since he said "losing isn't what we do''. Kinda seems like it's what you do lately I'm just sayin'."
"Now, I have a question. You said, and I quote, "I was doing just fine on Anarchy but now I have to come to Rise." You could've said that you are doing great on Anarchy and decided to be a company man and come over on Rise but instead you said you had to come over like you were forced. I don't know about anyone else but that sounds like management is trying to demote you in the nicest way possible I'm just sayinโ." Wink. "Afterall, we are the up and coming roster and you're fighting me for a championship instead of anyone the main roster. What does that say about you Blake? You can't take the heat of having two matches in one night if it means taking home the OCW world championship and management doesn't think you're worth either of the Anarchy only championships I'd say you better get your act together before you end up being a Rise only roster member because you canโt kick it with the big names they have wrestling on Anarchy."
"Moving on to my next point you just do whatever management tells you even if you don't like it. I was knocking motherfuckers OUT to get my shot at a championship. I made management listen to my demands while you're taking them like the little bottom boy you are. Management hates me because I'm getting what I want regardless of the fact that Iโm not following their stupid rules and you're letting them butt fuck you. "Youโre just like me and want to dominate this company but do it on your own brand," first of all boron take your own damn advice and go back to your roster instead of saying it to someone who has literally lost ZERO matches so far. Wait shit, you can't because of what I said before. Damn it. Ok never mind let me move on to my next point the fact you can't dominate a company by sticking to a brand. The OCW World Championship is defended on both brands and if you want to dominate you kinda need that to do so. You couldnโt dominate a broom stick anyway and it kinda seems like Bells dominates you."
"Anyways I'm going to put it to you as clear as I can make it Blake, you aren't taking my championship because not only are you a moron with an anger issue you're also not champion material. While management may want you to hold this championship because you're their butt monkey and will do anything they say I actually know how to get shit done. I took what was mine while you try to get your little manager to change matches because you're scared of someone who obviously was better than you. You know, it's actually really funny because while you're facing me at Uprise BRADDOCK is going up against Donnie for the OCW World Championship. Funny how everything I just said came full circle and you look like a fool with your thumb shoved up your ass. Toodles."
Shadows on the wall took on forms of their own as time went on. I could see my birth mother laying next to me, the whites of her eyes nonexistent and when I tried to touch her, her flesh was ice cold to the touch. I glanced at her but only for a moment because what I saw was what nightmares are made of. Her mouth was open, drool slowly drying on the side of her mouth. Her eyes had a black liquid leaking from them and I still couldn't see the whites of her eyes. Her skin was pale and a smell emanating from her made the bile in my stomach start to rise. I pulled myself up from the ground only to be able to crawl to the nearest wall. I watched her body contort and crack with every movement. Although between the smell and appearance she seemed to be dead, her body moved in jerking motions so obviously she wasnโt fully dead, maybe just a little dead. "Stormiiiiiiiiiiii."
I shivered at her calling my name in such an ominous way. I struggled to get the words out but when I did get them out they came out broken. "Mom-mommy? Is-is that y-you?" I pulled my knees up to my chest. She started to move toward me on all fours with her back facing the ground and her head turned upward. At first she was slow but still jerked with every moment. However, once she was only feet from me she darted and within seconds I could smell rotting meat on her breath.
"Useless child!" Instead of sounding like my birth mother she sounded just like the woman claiming to be my mom. I watched as my birth mother contorted herself in such a manner that her entire figure seemed dismembered before pops and cracked echoed in my ears. The noise alone was enough to make me coil in discussion and once again I could feel my stomach bile rise in my throat. I covered my mouth and tried to look away but it was like someone had their hands on either side of my head forcing me to watch the thing in front of me change.
"She's just like that girl who gave birth to her. I thought if we took her in and raised her she would be fine but she's just as useless as her mother. God why did I let you talk me into adopting her!" The monstrosity in front of me didn't even look human anymore. There were large horns with a set of antlers right behind them and pale yellow eyes stared back at me. The only thing I could make out about the body of this thing was that it looked like an over engorged deer. "She'll never amount to anything, she'll always be exactly what she is now and that's a trouble maker. Her grades are so bad the school is talking about holding her back, the group of friends she found herself in are giving her cigarettes and god knows what else, that boyfriend of hers keeps sneaking into OUR house! God knows what they do in her bedroom at night." Each time my adoptive mother spoke, the beast in front of me opened its mouth. I swallowed hard as it took a step toward me, its hooves making a clicking noise on the ground. "I don't care that she's a teenager! She's going to ruin everything we've built! I want her out of this house as soon as she turns eighteen! She'll be nothing but a nuisance to us!" My stomach churned as the beast stepped close enough for me to finally see its body. Rotting flesh dangled from the sides of the beast, intestines running along the floor with every step it took, I could smell the decay on its flesh and the iron from its blood was enough to cause me to hurl into the hotel carpet in front of me. Honestly, it was an improvement.
When I raised my head the beast's face was directly in mine. There was a sweet smell now that took over the room. It was a familiar smell but I couldn't remember how long ago I'd smelled it or where I smelled it. Sugar, butter, and a dash of cinnamon with undernotes of vanilla filled my nose along with a lingering aroma of eucalyptus, peppermint, and pumpkin as I started to realize the smell was the breath of this animal in front of me. Then it hit me like a bus, that smell was what the house smelt like the first time I ever tried a hard drug. The night I ran away from home after overhearing my parents arguing over my behavior at school. I was depressed and instead of coping or telling anyone I tried to handle it on my own. I never liked seeming weak so instead of asking for help I held everything inside until it exploded. My grades took a nose dive, I smoked cigs to stay awake and sane while trying to figure out what the fuck was wrong with me. I cut a few classes and I stayed up late talking to my best friend who happened to be a guy.
I nodded at the beast in front of me agreeing with their words. I wasn't going to be anything other than what I was now, a hopeless druggie drunk looking for enough money to stay off the street and get my next fix. I had no goals or aspirations for the future, I had a plan to end it all before I graduated high school but somehow made it out alive. I didn't know how to live in a world I didn't expect to be in and the only thing I had to go off of was either Mr. and Mrs. Perfect or the bottom of the bottle birth mother. I didn't want to try because I didn't make plans for my future. I was lazy, useless, and above all else I was the waste of space they made me out to be. I figured why even try if nothing I did was good enough.
"Lookie Lookie what I got!" I hold up the Elevated Championship with the widest smile on my face. "I TOLD you fuckers I was going to end up with this and I didn't even have to try hard for it. Yeah Trent wanted to make that out to be a bad thing but why work harder when you can just work smarter? I jumped to the head of the line and there's a lotta people pissed about it because they didn't think of doing the shit I did first. See, while you could say I don't deserve to be here and I should have had to work for it the same way everyone else does I say it doesn't fucking matter if you work as hard or harder than everyone else as long as you can get that pin at the end of the night."
I laugh and kiss the championship. "I took advantage of the situations put in front of me and now I have gold baby! And a nice paycheck to go along with it. It was a matter of time considering the history of this championship is all losers who didn't give a shit about defending it and just got lucky. I guess you could say I was lucky too but the difference is I make my own damn luck, it doesn't just fall in my lap like this championship did with Ciela and Benny boy."
"But moving on from the gloating because there will be plenty of time for that since I'm going to be holding this puppy for a long ass time let's talk about this pussy Blake Anderson. You and Bella have been running around throwing cheap shots to stay relevant and come off like a couple of badasses. Maybe instead of burning flags and trying to handcuff new talent on Anarchy you should be thinking about, oh I don't know, how to actually make a statement and I don't know winning a championship? Sinclair made the excuse you didn't answer the Synn open invitation because of Donnie. I woulda said screw Harris AND BRADDOCK and put my all into that open invitation and got the World Championship."
"Of course I know if I'm saying you're stupid for not answering the call of the championship it's going to get thrown back at me but I know I'm not world championship material. Currently, I donโt want the damn thing. I don't want to have to deal with two whole rosters on my ass coming after my paycheck and my championship hence why I wanted this baby." I hold up the championship. "I'm guaranteed a match every week, a championship match on top of it, which means more money in my pocket. You on the other hand seem to want everyone's eyes on you since you and Bella can't just take a win or loss and move on about your night. What better way to have everyone looking at you than holding the World Championship for OCW? A bunch of attention whores that's what you are."
"Then again you won't even be able to beat me so you would have just wasted your time with TWO count em TWO losses. So I guess I see why Sinclair had to come up with an excuse why you didn't toss your hat in the ring. Speaking of, those seem to be stacking up for you now arenโt they? Damn!"
"Then again how can you be any kinda champion when you have Sinclair talking for you and telling Bells to hold you back and calm you down. Not only do you let someone else do the talking for you, probably because when you do talk you only end up embarrassing yourself, you're going to let your girl tell you when you can go off? You're going to let your girl tell you what to do? Champions don't need people to tell them what to do, they just do it. Not to mention Sinclair is making you both out to be liars since he said "losing isn't what we do''. Kinda seems like it's what you do lately I'm just sayin'."
"Now, I have a question. You said, and I quote, "I was doing just fine on Anarchy but now I have to come to Rise." You could've said that you are doing great on Anarchy and decided to be a company man and come over on Rise but instead you said you had to come over like you were forced. I don't know about anyone else but that sounds like management is trying to demote you in the nicest way possible I'm just sayinโ." Wink. "Afterall, we are the up and coming roster and you're fighting me for a championship instead of anyone the main roster. What does that say about you Blake? You can't take the heat of having two matches in one night if it means taking home the OCW world championship and management doesn't think you're worth either of the Anarchy only championships I'd say you better get your act together before you end up being a Rise only roster member because you canโt kick it with the big names they have wrestling on Anarchy."
"Moving on to my next point you just do whatever management tells you even if you don't like it. I was knocking motherfuckers OUT to get my shot at a championship. I made management listen to my demands while you're taking them like the little bottom boy you are. Management hates me because I'm getting what I want regardless of the fact that Iโm not following their stupid rules and you're letting them butt fuck you. "Youโre just like me and want to dominate this company but do it on your own brand," first of all boron take your own damn advice and go back to your roster instead of saying it to someone who has literally lost ZERO matches so far. Wait shit, you can't because of what I said before. Damn it. Ok never mind let me move on to my next point the fact you can't dominate a company by sticking to a brand. The OCW World Championship is defended on both brands and if you want to dominate you kinda need that to do so. You couldnโt dominate a broom stick anyway and it kinda seems like Bells dominates you."
"Anyways I'm going to put it to you as clear as I can make it Blake, you aren't taking my championship because not only are you a moron with an anger issue you're also not champion material. While management may want you to hold this championship because you're their butt monkey and will do anything they say I actually know how to get shit done. I took what was mine while you try to get your little manager to change matches because you're scared of someone who obviously was better than you. You know, it's actually really funny because while you're facing me at Uprise BRADDOCK is going up against Donnie for the OCW World Championship. Funny how everything I just said came full circle and you look like a fool with your thumb shoved up your ass. Toodles."
