Post by Cory Steel on Oct 19, 2016 11:53:31 GMT -5
Cory sat before his laptop gazing with one good eye at the screen. A small solid red light glared off the pupil of that one good eye. The silence was thick he could have sliced it with a knife, a silence so thick it had that ear ringing effect and the blood pumping beat of your heart.
"The big 200th episode," the voice was cracked and dry but Cory solved this problem with a shot of liquor. Then another. And another, "And we got one match with some of the most odd, crazy, unchecked, and brutal mix of personalities. A fucking storm is coming my PCW faithful! I haven't felt a clash of clear sided good versues evil in months, what I've watched the last few weeks, gave a brother this," Cory breathes in through his teeth like a drop in temperature had washed over him, "Itch? Yeah I got a itch but I can't scratch it, Jesus Christ no matter where I try it can't be satisfied! I ask for the goddamn help, hey man care to give me a scratch?"
Cory laughs shaking his head and takes another shot. At the corner of his good eye years spill down, "Sure but can you scratch me back? They ask," another chuckle, "No, I can't."
Cory reached down and grabs the tips of his wheelchair wheels giving them a small jerk rattling his entire chair, "Because I gave my all to something that hasn't done anything in return for me! It started with the 'weird' passing of my perfectly healthy brother, the last place he was alive was in that ring where something happened that resulted in his death. Heart attack, final answer. I can't deny my brother was a religious zealot but he was still my goddamn brother! Now this, left as a fucking crippled and not even a blink of, hey who done it? PCW allowed someone to destroy my future and almost my life, they punished no one. Black Hand ran that place and destroyed the careers of great entertainers! Then Alexa Black and her backwoods family was allowed to do the fucking same!"
Cory rubbed both hands rapidly over his booze numbed face ripping the eye patch off, the left eye was closed and sunken in. "So how do I go at this on my own? Can a man in a chair go into the midst of savage animals and expect to come out alive? I don't know, but we will see. I am coming PCW. I am pissed. I want answers and I am going to get them. I think someone in PCW wanted me dead like they did my brother. I came very close to getting those answers at Deadly Intentions, I was there, the whole time in my chair watching and itching....goddamn am I itching."
"The big 200th episode," the voice was cracked and dry but Cory solved this problem with a shot of liquor. Then another. And another, "And we got one match with some of the most odd, crazy, unchecked, and brutal mix of personalities. A fucking storm is coming my PCW faithful! I haven't felt a clash of clear sided good versues evil in months, what I've watched the last few weeks, gave a brother this," Cory breathes in through his teeth like a drop in temperature had washed over him, "Itch? Yeah I got a itch but I can't scratch it, Jesus Christ no matter where I try it can't be satisfied! I ask for the goddamn help, hey man care to give me a scratch?"
Cory laughs shaking his head and takes another shot. At the corner of his good eye years spill down, "Sure but can you scratch me back? They ask," another chuckle, "No, I can't."
Cory reached down and grabs the tips of his wheelchair wheels giving them a small jerk rattling his entire chair, "Because I gave my all to something that hasn't done anything in return for me! It started with the 'weird' passing of my perfectly healthy brother, the last place he was alive was in that ring where something happened that resulted in his death. Heart attack, final answer. I can't deny my brother was a religious zealot but he was still my goddamn brother! Now this, left as a fucking crippled and not even a blink of, hey who done it? PCW allowed someone to destroy my future and almost my life, they punished no one. Black Hand ran that place and destroyed the careers of great entertainers! Then Alexa Black and her backwoods family was allowed to do the fucking same!"
Cory rubbed both hands rapidly over his booze numbed face ripping the eye patch off, the left eye was closed and sunken in. "So how do I go at this on my own? Can a man in a chair go into the midst of savage animals and expect to come out alive? I don't know, but we will see. I am coming PCW. I am pissed. I want answers and I am going to get them. I think someone in PCW wanted me dead like they did my brother. I came very close to getting those answers at Deadly Intentions, I was there, the whole time in my chair watching and itching....goddamn am I itching."
