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| IED on the yellow brick road; vs Shawn | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 2 2010, 10:27 PM (120 Views) | |
| "Psycho" Sam Attic | Sep 2 2010, 10:27 PM Post #1 |
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Mine is bigger than yours The plane flight was more tedious than anything. Simone had fallen asleep and I grew tired of throwing peanuts down her cleavage. Of course when she woke I acted like nothing had happened. She didn’t believe me and I know she will do something to get even. She always does. That of course is a trait I share with my brother. Alan got ripped off, I got ripped off and he will take out everyone in his way to get even. And I will to. It wasn’t like I underestimated El Pablo. I underestimated myself. I was sure I had the moves to put him away. But they weren’t enough. Still. If the ref had counted with more speed instead of that slow count crap, then it would be a moot point. I would still have my title and be defending it against someone the really deserved the shot. Wait that’s wrong, I would have the title and no one deserves a shot, they just get one because there is no one else at the moment. The old man ripped me a new one for that. Said he tried to tell me that the match wasn’t about the title, but instead it was about respect. I told him it didn’t matter what the match was about, that I would win. Once more I had to listen to the lecture about how he has been in the ring more times than I have been laid. I should hope to get laid that many times. Can your dick be eroded by to much sex? Mom was a different story. She came with that ‘at least you tried your best’ routine. She knows what this work means to me and that’s the best she has. Somehow it makes it all seem so nothing. But that’s the work of the mothers of the world. To make everything you think is important seem like nothing. I am glad Simone’s parents are dead. I don’t want to hear that shit from a mother in law. The only one other than my bro that saw it as I did was my sis. Ciera is in the biz and knows what its like to be ripped off. She has held tons of women’s titles. So my first defense she could understand. She also told me the same thing she told Alan. “Get your head out of your ass and show them all why you are the best.” I didn’t want to argue with her cause it’s pointless. Of the three of us in the biz, she is most like the old man in that respect. Her clarity of things is amazing, while the old man is that and stubborn as well. No wonder I go crazy at times, with those things mixed in with the mind I already have, any man would lose it. We got off the plane and I got a few that came up to me for autographs. I would have told them to fuck off if Simone hadn’t been with me. Instead I played the ugh nice gut and signed them. A few pictures and I was done. Then we got to the silence of the limo. It was ok for what it was. The drinks in it sucked ass, Simone liked the fruity ones, I didn’t care for the beer or ale or whatever you called that piss flavored shit. I wanted a good old fashioned Jack. Screw my luck on that. We arrived at some hotel, I couldn’t even begin to remember the name because I didn’t care. It was near the arena, that’s all that mattered. We checked in and made our way to the room and went in. The décor was about like everything else we have seen here. Boring and useless. I still don’t know why I couldn’t have taken this show off and went on vacation. But noooo they wouldn’t let me. Said I was a draw right now. So I had to be here. Translation is that they want to make more money and a Fiscus always makes money. I threw my bad down and walked to the bed, turning I just flopped back on it and threw my arms out to the side. I am still sore from that match with Pablo, but nothing a hot shower and a good bout of sex wouldn’t cure. Now if Simone would provide the sex. I didn’t pay any attention to the fact that another body was on the bed. Simone had crawled up beside me and was cuddling next to me. I love that, but I would never say that aloud. Screws up the image if anyone knew that. But I didn’t fight it when she was still. She fell asleep against me and it gave me time to think. Think about the things that made me happy and things that will make me happy. I guess I was tired too, the phone kept ringing as I finally managed to get up and answer it. It was the call for dinner time that I had requested. I woke Simone softly and we showered. I was informed that our table would be with a guest. Funny, I didn’t remember inviting someone to dinner. Must be my bro. We entered the dining room and neared our table. I was surprised at who was there. Ciera had made the trip to the land down under. It was a welcome addition. “Mattttt!!!” She jumped up and hugged me. I wasn’t expecting that. But it was all good. She went to Simone and they hugged like long lost sisters. I was definitely not expecting that. I guess it was my expression that gave it away. “Matt you look surprised that we are not acting all strange. I guess we should have said something earlier. I called a few days ago while you were out training. Simone and I had a long talk and got to know each other. Daddy said she was something special and he was right. I am so glad she picked you. We both know you don’t have that kind of good taste. I remember some of your ex-girlfriends.” She winked at Simone as she made that last comment. I shrugged and realized all to fast that I was gonna be the spectator tonight. I know how Dad and Ciera both are. They like to talk to certain people and Simone seemed to be certain people. I placed my order, went with steak, the girls ordered seafood, I wasn’t in the mood to smell anything fishy let alone eat it. I watched as they chatted and sipped on their drinks. I was able to actually get a Jack so I was content to zone out. No such luck. “Matt? Hellloooo Matt!!” What you pest? Ok I thought that but really said. “Yeah? Huhh? Sorry I was lost in thought.” Simone giggled and Ciera gave me that look. You know the one that says yeah right? “I was saying that you need to focus. Guess you just proved that. But seriously. What was up with you against El Pablo? You acted like you spent more time trying to remember what move you were going to do than just doing it. Are you hurt or something?” I shook my head no. “No I am not hurt. Mentally I am as sharp as always. I was trying to watch for certain moves he does and wanted to be ready to counter them. That’s all there was to it. I would have won if it hadn’t been for the ref. But I can’t do anything else about that right now. I have more pressing things.” Ciera was munching and nodded as she chewed and swallowed. “Matt, I honestly think that you need to stop blaming the ref. He didn’t put you in that position. You did. You didn’t think Pablo could beat you. He did, deal with it and go on. Besides, I checked and I know who you have this show. Shawn Waters. Mister wrestler turned commentary turned wrestler. He is better than Pablo. Are you going to be lost in the ring and lose again?” I was getting pissed. First the old man, now her. Get off my back people. “Since when did you take such an interest in what I do in the ring? All these years and through all my training you never bothered to say anything so why now?” My steak suddenly lost all flavor. She didn’t seem perturbed in any way. “You are in the big time now. Whatever Alan does effects you. Whatever you do affects me. See the line there? If you both start looking like losers and getting ripped off and not doing anything about it, then that makes me look weak too. Yeah sure right now I am not in any company, but that doesn’t mean that when I go back it won’t reflect on me.” I threw my fork down. I was pissed now and nothing was going to make it go away. “So it’s all about you? Is that it? Ciera wants then Ciera gets. Let me tell you something little women’s champ. When the day comes you can step in the ring with the idiots fuckers in the CZW then you let me know. Till then you go beat your little women opponents and get your little nothing titles. This show I got to deal with Waters. He is supposed to be better than Pablo. I don’t see it. If he was so great then what took him so long to get into the ring again? Was he scared? If not then he should be. I am not going into this like some fool. I learn each and every time I get in that ring. I get better. I get stronger. I become more a force to be reckoned with. Shawn Waters is going to learn that first hand. He is going to be like El Pablo and think he is going to walk down the yellow brick road of happiness just to find out I am the IED of their doom. I will take them down, beat them unconscious and when they think they have had enough, I will kick them one more time just for the hell of it.” To hell with dinner, I needed air and as bad as it smells in this damned penis colony named Australia, it was better than the air in the dining room. |
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