Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2023 21:48:04 GMT -5
Her silhouette lay on the bed half made with white sheets exposed covering only half her body. Her blonde hair curled perfectly settled atop the pillow case and her smell emanated the room. A light crept across the floor before pouring onto the bed a shadow lingering over her now. Low breathing and light footsteps drifted toward the bed as she turned toward the light.
'Did I- did I hurt you Jenny?' His voice was low and full of remorse. His apology was airy and lacked the actual words but his tone told how truly sorry he was and how his actions hurt even himself. 'I hope I didn't hurt you too bad. I didn't mean to be so rough with you, you just weren't listening so I had to grab you.' Vigar yet light the words exited through only a slit in his mouth.
Jenny slowly opened those baby blues and looked up into the eyes of her brother. With a yawn and sniffle of her nose she sat up on the end of the bed and rubbed her ever tired eyes. 'I know.' She sleepily wiped her eyes as the words came out in a groggy cloud somewhat clustered together. 'I know you'd never hurt me on purpose Johnny.'
Like a fog he once again saw the blonde laying in the bed but then sitting up once more. Was he dreaming or was all this a vague memory he had unlocked somehow. His vision focused and the girl once again lay on the bed. Blonde curls hung over the side of gray sheets and Johnny ever so closely watched her chest bare air then fall with an exhale. Her smell was different and unfamiliar and a hint of rot clung to the air.
'You'd never hurt me on purpose Johnny'
Words echoed in his ear but never in the same order. Was she upset with him and his actions the previous night? The body in the bed lay in decay, rigor mortis already passed through. The smell alone would cause anyone to vomit uncontrollably but to Johnny it smelt sweet. Her blue eyes no longer held a place in her skull but were replaced with black holes that peaked past the soul. Her skin pulled at the bones underneath like saran wrap and her hair was dull.
Jenny was dead.
'Help me Johnny!' Her call was haunting. 'Please save me!'
Johnny hit the sides of his head a couple of times attempting to make it all stop. He let out a visceral growl then looked up to her chest rise and fall. 'Jenny, my sweet Jenny.' He prayed in his head. He sat on the side of the bed as her head rose and groggily she asked, 'Johnny?'
Her voice wasn't as sweet as his sisters but it would do. He grabbed her in his arms and held a white cloth to her mouth. Slowly her body slumped into his arms and he ran his hand across her delicate blonde hair. 'Shhhhh, go back to sleep.'
Fe fi foe fum Johnny's voice growls and his feet stomp through the room I smell the bullshit of a big fat bum. Johnny stops into view, his hands crossed behind his back, a frown on his face and table set up in front of him. Lumps and bumps are protruding from under a black table cloth.
The meanest, ugliest, toughest guy on the Rise roster and he's being led around by a prick named Dick. Johnny cracks a smile and leans forward onto the table causing a creaking noise to now echo through an otherwise empty room. You must be real proud of yourself Dick. You went from being the kid who got his whitey tights yanked and pulled over his head to walking around with a human garbage can. Good ol' Dick finally stopped getting the swirlys and now gets his jollys watching someone bigger and meaner do what he says. Dick is finally the dom in a relationship. Johnny forces the blood to flow to his cheeks to make it seem like he's blushing while holding his hand over his mouth giggling like a schoolgirl. Finally getting that validation you needed back in high school. You couldn't get people to respect you or listen to you so you found the fattest fuck you could, dangled a donut in front of him, and lead him home like a stray. You raised the bitch boy up and gave him all he could eat so he could fill your meat wallet. Mastermind achievement unlocked Dick but don't get too big just yet I don't want you to finish before I do.
Colossus isn't a champion, he's a sideshow attraction with an oversized belt that still doesn’t fit his waist and an eating disorder. Gather round kiddies come see the fat guy we commercialize as a strong man. Watch as he just stands in the middle of the ring because if he moves even one inch it's a one way ticket to shin splint city. Johnny bangs his hands on the table in front of him. Glass rattling echos but nothing slips out from under the table cloth covering the lumps and bumps atop the table. I've always hated the strong man marketing. Half the time it's a man who eats and never lifted anything heavier than a fork in his whole damn life. Sound familiar? It should.
Colossus has seen the inside of every buffet but has he stepped foot in a gym? Hell, does he know what protein is or just carbs? Johnny taps the table top with his fingertips and a scowl plants itself on his face. I don't doubt the fact he's dominated but he didn't do it because he's strong he did it because he's fat. The only weight he's ever lifted is Dick's big ego and this is the guy noone on Rise has figured out how to beat? Make him run a little and he's down for the count either from being out of breath or tearing both quadricep muscles. His lungs are barely clinging to life every week and his bones are ready to snap under the fat; the guy is already on his deathbed and he's still walking around as Rise's marketed undefeatable monster? Johnny holds his midsection letting out a hardy laugh. And what he doesn’t have in actual strength he can’t make up for in brains because that head is an echo chamber. Good job Dick you gave a simple minded ape a banana and now he does tricks.
There's so little faith in Colossus's cognitive ability Dick thinks he has to tell him what to think and how to feel. Colossus thinks a girl is pretty Dick tells him no, you don't think that. Colossus can't speak fluently so Dick does it for him. Need proof even Colossus's manager thinks he's a brainless dope? Last week I spotted little Dickie and Colossus preparing for their match. No, not at the gym we already established Colossus doesn't know what that is. Dick thought Colossus needed to go back to kindergarten and learn his ABC's. Picture this the biggest ugliest mug you've ever seen (you won't have to try hard if you've already watched Rise before) with little kid blocks in front of him. Not even Colossus's manager has faith he has a brain; he thinks he needs to sit and explain the rules of a straightforward match.
Johnny rolls his eyes dramatically and groans.
Let’s get one thing straight though. Colossus doesn’t like to hurt people he likes food so he likes to win because as long as he’s winning Dick’s giving him loads to eat. And why? Because Colossus is feeding Dick right back with loads of his own. As long as Colossus is putting loads of cash in Dick’s meat wallet Colossus gets all the meat he could ever ask for. Johnny bobs his eyebrows hinting at all the innuendos and jokes in his statement. He is a clown afterall. We’re not the same in any way. Johnny’s tone shifts from joking to serious and his brows furrow. I’m not some fat fuck winning matches only because no one has figured out how to knock me off my feet. I don’t have a talentless manager telling me what to do, how to think, or using me to boost his own ego. I’m not someone who is so easily controlled and manipulated by something so simple as food.
What I am is a clown with a simple taste for blood, vengeance, and mind fuckary Johnny says matter-of-factly with his arms crossed over his chest. Simple things don’t interest me like money and notoriety does for Dick and food does for Colossus. Bringing the top competitors down to their knees is what I’m all about. Making someone undefeatable fall to their knees and bleed is my goal. On Rise I have a green light to do those things and even more Johnny’s voice lowers a few octaves, a hint of excitement reverberating through his words.
Johnny tugs ever so slightly on the table cloth covering lumps and bumps with a smile on his face. Above all else I love knowing people off their pedal stood while they are at their best so I made you a little somethin’ somethin’ big guy! Johnny boasts before ripping the table cloth away exposing the metal trays underneath containing what looks to be human body parts. We have ribs Johnny points to a rib cage filled with different sized and color meats, we have finger foods Johnny motions to a platter with fingers on top, we have knuckle sandwiches Johnny using both hands to show off a plate filled with knuckles on blood soaked bread, and my favorite Johnny walks around the table and pulls a covering off another plate exposing a bloodied cooked pigs head I call him Colossus. Johnny smiles wide leaning down next to the head showing off its charred skin and eyeless sockets. I made all of this just for you big guy just in case you didn’t know what protein was.
Johnny stands and stomps to the head of the table speaking while walking. I'm not afraid of your weight, your streak, your size, or your little prick named Dick. I’m not even afraid of losing. As long as you’re taxi home is an ambulance I’m one happy mother fucker. Johnny turns and slams his hands on the table abruptly causing everything to shake. Same for you Dick. You poke your ugly shriveled little head out of its foreskin at our match and you’ll be sharing a hospital room instead of a hotel room with your ‘Monster’. Ca-peesh?
Now, Johnny’s tone is light and airy if you’ll excuse me I have a hatchet to sharpen. Eat up big guy you’ll need some strength. Johnny bursts into maniacal laughter while the camera pans over the remaining contents of the table. Tongues, testicles, brains, and more litter the table top as the laughter echos and the scene fades to black.
'Did I- did I hurt you Jenny?' His voice was low and full of remorse. His apology was airy and lacked the actual words but his tone told how truly sorry he was and how his actions hurt even himself. 'I hope I didn't hurt you too bad. I didn't mean to be so rough with you, you just weren't listening so I had to grab you.' Vigar yet light the words exited through only a slit in his mouth.
Jenny slowly opened those baby blues and looked up into the eyes of her brother. With a yawn and sniffle of her nose she sat up on the end of the bed and rubbed her ever tired eyes. 'I know.' She sleepily wiped her eyes as the words came out in a groggy cloud somewhat clustered together. 'I know you'd never hurt me on purpose Johnny.'
Like a fog he once again saw the blonde laying in the bed but then sitting up once more. Was he dreaming or was all this a vague memory he had unlocked somehow. His vision focused and the girl once again lay on the bed. Blonde curls hung over the side of gray sheets and Johnny ever so closely watched her chest bare air then fall with an exhale. Her smell was different and unfamiliar and a hint of rot clung to the air.
'You'd never hurt me on purpose Johnny'
Words echoed in his ear but never in the same order. Was she upset with him and his actions the previous night? The body in the bed lay in decay, rigor mortis already passed through. The smell alone would cause anyone to vomit uncontrollably but to Johnny it smelt sweet. Her blue eyes no longer held a place in her skull but were replaced with black holes that peaked past the soul. Her skin pulled at the bones underneath like saran wrap and her hair was dull.
Jenny was dead.
'Help me Johnny!' Her call was haunting. 'Please save me!'
Johnny hit the sides of his head a couple of times attempting to make it all stop. He let out a visceral growl then looked up to her chest rise and fall. 'Jenny, my sweet Jenny.' He prayed in his head. He sat on the side of the bed as her head rose and groggily she asked, 'Johnny?'
Her voice wasn't as sweet as his sisters but it would do. He grabbed her in his arms and held a white cloth to her mouth. Slowly her body slumped into his arms and he ran his hand across her delicate blonde hair. 'Shhhhh, go back to sleep.'
Fe fi foe fum Johnny's voice growls and his feet stomp through the room I smell the bullshit of a big fat bum. Johnny stops into view, his hands crossed behind his back, a frown on his face and table set up in front of him. Lumps and bumps are protruding from under a black table cloth.
The meanest, ugliest, toughest guy on the Rise roster and he's being led around by a prick named Dick. Johnny cracks a smile and leans forward onto the table causing a creaking noise to now echo through an otherwise empty room. You must be real proud of yourself Dick. You went from being the kid who got his whitey tights yanked and pulled over his head to walking around with a human garbage can. Good ol' Dick finally stopped getting the swirlys and now gets his jollys watching someone bigger and meaner do what he says. Dick is finally the dom in a relationship. Johnny forces the blood to flow to his cheeks to make it seem like he's blushing while holding his hand over his mouth giggling like a schoolgirl. Finally getting that validation you needed back in high school. You couldn't get people to respect you or listen to you so you found the fattest fuck you could, dangled a donut in front of him, and lead him home like a stray. You raised the bitch boy up and gave him all he could eat so he could fill your meat wallet. Mastermind achievement unlocked Dick but don't get too big just yet I don't want you to finish before I do.
Colossus isn't a champion, he's a sideshow attraction with an oversized belt that still doesn’t fit his waist and an eating disorder. Gather round kiddies come see the fat guy we commercialize as a strong man. Watch as he just stands in the middle of the ring because if he moves even one inch it's a one way ticket to shin splint city. Johnny bangs his hands on the table in front of him. Glass rattling echos but nothing slips out from under the table cloth covering the lumps and bumps atop the table. I've always hated the strong man marketing. Half the time it's a man who eats and never lifted anything heavier than a fork in his whole damn life. Sound familiar? It should.
Colossus has seen the inside of every buffet but has he stepped foot in a gym? Hell, does he know what protein is or just carbs? Johnny taps the table top with his fingertips and a scowl plants itself on his face. I don't doubt the fact he's dominated but he didn't do it because he's strong he did it because he's fat. The only weight he's ever lifted is Dick's big ego and this is the guy noone on Rise has figured out how to beat? Make him run a little and he's down for the count either from being out of breath or tearing both quadricep muscles. His lungs are barely clinging to life every week and his bones are ready to snap under the fat; the guy is already on his deathbed and he's still walking around as Rise's marketed undefeatable monster? Johnny holds his midsection letting out a hardy laugh. And what he doesn’t have in actual strength he can’t make up for in brains because that head is an echo chamber. Good job Dick you gave a simple minded ape a banana and now he does tricks.
There's so little faith in Colossus's cognitive ability Dick thinks he has to tell him what to think and how to feel. Colossus thinks a girl is pretty Dick tells him no, you don't think that. Colossus can't speak fluently so Dick does it for him. Need proof even Colossus's manager thinks he's a brainless dope? Last week I spotted little Dickie and Colossus preparing for their match. No, not at the gym we already established Colossus doesn't know what that is. Dick thought Colossus needed to go back to kindergarten and learn his ABC's. Picture this the biggest ugliest mug you've ever seen (you won't have to try hard if you've already watched Rise before) with little kid blocks in front of him. Not even Colossus's manager has faith he has a brain; he thinks he needs to sit and explain the rules of a straightforward match.
Johnny rolls his eyes dramatically and groans.
Let’s get one thing straight though. Colossus doesn’t like to hurt people he likes food so he likes to win because as long as he’s winning Dick’s giving him loads to eat. And why? Because Colossus is feeding Dick right back with loads of his own. As long as Colossus is putting loads of cash in Dick’s meat wallet Colossus gets all the meat he could ever ask for. Johnny bobs his eyebrows hinting at all the innuendos and jokes in his statement. He is a clown afterall. We’re not the same in any way. Johnny’s tone shifts from joking to serious and his brows furrow. I’m not some fat fuck winning matches only because no one has figured out how to knock me off my feet. I don’t have a talentless manager telling me what to do, how to think, or using me to boost his own ego. I’m not someone who is so easily controlled and manipulated by something so simple as food.
What I am is a clown with a simple taste for blood, vengeance, and mind fuckary Johnny says matter-of-factly with his arms crossed over his chest. Simple things don’t interest me like money and notoriety does for Dick and food does for Colossus. Bringing the top competitors down to their knees is what I’m all about. Making someone undefeatable fall to their knees and bleed is my goal. On Rise I have a green light to do those things and even more Johnny’s voice lowers a few octaves, a hint of excitement reverberating through his words.
Johnny tugs ever so slightly on the table cloth covering lumps and bumps with a smile on his face. Above all else I love knowing people off their pedal stood while they are at their best so I made you a little somethin’ somethin’ big guy! Johnny boasts before ripping the table cloth away exposing the metal trays underneath containing what looks to be human body parts. We have ribs Johnny points to a rib cage filled with different sized and color meats, we have finger foods Johnny motions to a platter with fingers on top, we have knuckle sandwiches Johnny using both hands to show off a plate filled with knuckles on blood soaked bread, and my favorite Johnny walks around the table and pulls a covering off another plate exposing a bloodied cooked pigs head I call him Colossus. Johnny smiles wide leaning down next to the head showing off its charred skin and eyeless sockets. I made all of this just for you big guy just in case you didn’t know what protein was.
Johnny stands and stomps to the head of the table speaking while walking. I'm not afraid of your weight, your streak, your size, or your little prick named Dick. I’m not even afraid of losing. As long as you’re taxi home is an ambulance I’m one happy mother fucker. Johnny turns and slams his hands on the table abruptly causing everything to shake. Same for you Dick. You poke your ugly shriveled little head out of its foreskin at our match and you’ll be sharing a hospital room instead of a hotel room with your ‘Monster’. Ca-peesh?
Now, Johnny’s tone is light and airy if you’ll excuse me I have a hatchet to sharpen. Eat up big guy you’ll need some strength. Johnny bursts into maniacal laughter while the camera pans over the remaining contents of the table. Tongues, testicles, brains, and more litter the table top as the laughter echos and the scene fades to black.