Post by hunter on Aug 26, 2005 1:16:48 GMT -5
When you listen to music you listen to the words. Most people do, but do you listen to the subliminal messages?? Do you listen to the beat?? Do you feel the passion that is behind those words?? Many bands have worked so long and so hard to be where they are at this time and then they are crucified if there music is not at their best.
Will I be at my best?? Will I give everything I have and become retain MY tag team championships?? Of course I will be. I can be no less than perfect every...single...time. Looking in the mirror I see beauty. I see a man with the face of an angel and the body of a god. I couldn't hide from that. I never could. Truth was I couldn't deny it and maybe I was arrogant for thinking like that. But, I didn't care. But, this week things were going to be different. I knew Angelica had her own thing to focus on and I was fine with that. I had my own thing to focus on. I proved a point last week and I would prove yet another point this week. I was going to make an example out of a couple of nobodies who don't even stand a FUCKING chance in the ring with me. But, enough of this.
Rhodes McClure. You've proven a bit since entering PCW. Not enough for me to take notice, but I have been informed you are supposed to bring a suffice challenge. I doubt it, but we will see.
Overdose. This motherfucker is fucked up. That's all I've got to say about that. It's time to teach these boys a lesson in how I do things.
~~I wasn't one to say that I was disappointed, but I was. I mean I was waiting to step into the ring with Prophet too. After all the shit he had put me and Angelica through I wanted a shot at him. I wanted to put him out of his fuckin' misery. Maybe I am a bit aggitated, but it seems he is avoiding me. It seems no matter how hard I try to get him into the ring he scatters away. What a fucking pussy. That is all I can think he is. I mean he can't step into the ring with a man who simply put, wants to beat the living fuck out of him. Who was to say he was going to succeed?? No one could really know until that moment in time, yet we have Prophet almost trembling at the thought of stepping into the ring with myself. It was sad really. I mean a man who took so much pride in himself could not seem to find it within himself to step into the ring with myself. What a fucking pussy. I will continue to say that until I feel it can be said no longer. Because, he has shown me...nothing. All this was running through my head as I sat in my chair. I was preparing for yet another match and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't find a reason to give a crap. I mean it wasn't that they weren't worthy of stepping into the ring with me. I didn't really know them. Because, they gave me no reason to take notice. My eyes were on something bigger. Something that should now be rightfully be mine since I beat "The Man." Yeah, I beat him easily, and yet it hadn't crossed the mind of Luis 'The Icemann' Malave to consider me a contender for that title. I was one of the best...no, I was THEE best in this company and I had proven that by beating the PCW Heavyweight Champion at Trauma last week, but now I had to step into the ring with a couple of little shits who didn't even deserve to be in my presence. Rhodes McClure?? I looked at this man and I saw someone who could be something. He had proven himself in this company at least when he actually made me take notice, but nothing that would put him over the top. He couldn't step up to my level and that was the truth. Whether he liked it or not. I wanted to be the best, and so I did it. It was as simple as that. Many didn't like it, but that is what I did. Fuck, other people thought I didn't want it. That I didn't desire to be the best, but I did. People just didn't understand what I was about and that is what made them so goddamn ignorant. And, then there was Overdose. A man who I did have my eye on. I mean how could I not?? We both came from the backyard wrestling world. I was a bit experienced obviously, but the two of us had the fact that we both did not just get thrown into this sport. We were prepared before we stepped into the "professional" state of this industry. Many people didn't know about my history and that is the way I liked it. I liked to make sure no one knew me or my history. I would reveal it soon enough, but not here. Not now. I couldn't. It was way too early to let those know of my past. And, to let them know what I had done throughout my career. I was preparing to do battle with these two men as I had to carry my partner. I always had to carry Ace and no matter how much I hated him I had to admit that he was starting to grow on me. I would never willingly admit that, but it was true. He was proving himself to me and he didn't do anything worth notice, but I had to keep my eye on him. And, that is where it spun into a medial hatred between the two of us. Stepping up from the chair I went to the den and there he lied. Beaten and battered I then smiled as I stepped over him. Looking down into his eyes I leaned over.~~
Sean Hunter:
Ace, you have been silent and so many wonder why. It was easy to figure out. I was not going to let you ruin this for me. No way. No how. I had to be the best and to be the best I had to make sure my partner was at HIS best. So, when people wonder why I did this it was quite simple. I had to make you tougher. I had to make you angrier. I had to make you...unstoppable. You will hate me for this. You will hate me for everything I have done to you, but it had to be done. And, so now...
~~I spit on him. He was absolutely disgusting to me. He was nothing, but a mere bitch. As I grabbed him by his arms I helped him up. Taking him to the front door the two of us walked outside and he pinched his eyes as the sun glare was bothering him. He had not seen light in days. I smiled as I looked at him as he turned to me as well.~~
Sean Hunter:
People want to see me at my best?? They are going to get it. I will tell you the truth Ace. You disgust me. To me you are nothing more than a filthy pig. I have no respect for you. I have no liking for you. I have nothing, but disgrace flowing through my veins for the simpleton that you have become. You may not like me and I don't care. Because, I am doing this for me. I am doing this to make sure I am the VERY best. People think they are violent?? They have not seen what I have done to you. They have not seen the tears that I have made you shed. They have not seen the way I cut your skin as the blood boiled to the top. They have not seen the way I abused you. But, you know. Of course you do. If nothing else this will take me one step closer to getting a new partner. Because, I don't want you at my side. I don't need you. I never did. I needed only one thing. My family and I have that. If Ice wants to put me in the ring by myself against these two...then so be it. It would be my pleasure to beat the living hell out of you. But, at this juncture I...cannot. Sleep well because soon enough your going to find yourself having only nightmares of...Sean Hunter.
~~I soon pushed him off the patio and he fell to the concrete and I could hear his muffled screams. I didn't give it a second thought. I turned on the balls of my feet walking into the house once again and I shut the door.~~
- - - - - - -
"I'm not going to waste much time here. Because, I see no need to. I will simply say this. Last week I defeated Slither in that ring. I defeated the current PCW Heavyweight Champion with quite ease. It was beautiful in which I ripped his ass apart. It took me four fucking minutes to tear that man apart, yet Icemann here thinks that McClure and Overdose are worthy of having a shot at MY tag team championships. FUCK ICEMANN!! He doesn't understand a goddamn thing. He doesn't understand what this is all about. It should be a triple threat, but OH NO! We couldn't do something like that. I mean I should not only be the tag team champions, but I should have the North American Championship, along with that worthless championship Sydal is holding. I should be holding four championships right now. That's how much I fucking own this company. I should be holding EVERY fucking title that is in existence, but Icemann is holding me back. He is keeping me from what is rightfully MINE. But, that's fine. That's perfect actually. I can make a mockery out of these two little shits who honestly believe they can be in the same company as me, let alone the same ring. But, Icemann remember this. What I do to these two is not my fault. It is yours. It is your fault that I destroy them and the hopes and dreams they once had."
"Oh, and boys..."
"Here! Have a slice of 'shutthefuckup' cake!"
Will I be at my best?? Will I give everything I have and become retain MY tag team championships?? Of course I will be. I can be no less than perfect every...single...time. Looking in the mirror I see beauty. I see a man with the face of an angel and the body of a god. I couldn't hide from that. I never could. Truth was I couldn't deny it and maybe I was arrogant for thinking like that. But, I didn't care. But, this week things were going to be different. I knew Angelica had her own thing to focus on and I was fine with that. I had my own thing to focus on. I proved a point last week and I would prove yet another point this week. I was going to make an example out of a couple of nobodies who don't even stand a FUCKING chance in the ring with me. But, enough of this.
Rhodes McClure. You've proven a bit since entering PCW. Not enough for me to take notice, but I have been informed you are supposed to bring a suffice challenge. I doubt it, but we will see.
Overdose. This motherfucker is fucked up. That's all I've got to say about that. It's time to teach these boys a lesson in how I do things.
~~I wasn't one to say that I was disappointed, but I was. I mean I was waiting to step into the ring with Prophet too. After all the shit he had put me and Angelica through I wanted a shot at him. I wanted to put him out of his fuckin' misery. Maybe I am a bit aggitated, but it seems he is avoiding me. It seems no matter how hard I try to get him into the ring he scatters away. What a fucking pussy. That is all I can think he is. I mean he can't step into the ring with a man who simply put, wants to beat the living fuck out of him. Who was to say he was going to succeed?? No one could really know until that moment in time, yet we have Prophet almost trembling at the thought of stepping into the ring with myself. It was sad really. I mean a man who took so much pride in himself could not seem to find it within himself to step into the ring with myself. What a fucking pussy. I will continue to say that until I feel it can be said no longer. Because, he has shown me...nothing. All this was running through my head as I sat in my chair. I was preparing for yet another match and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't find a reason to give a crap. I mean it wasn't that they weren't worthy of stepping into the ring with me. I didn't really know them. Because, they gave me no reason to take notice. My eyes were on something bigger. Something that should now be rightfully be mine since I beat "The Man." Yeah, I beat him easily, and yet it hadn't crossed the mind of Luis 'The Icemann' Malave to consider me a contender for that title. I was one of the best...no, I was THEE best in this company and I had proven that by beating the PCW Heavyweight Champion at Trauma last week, but now I had to step into the ring with a couple of little shits who didn't even deserve to be in my presence. Rhodes McClure?? I looked at this man and I saw someone who could be something. He had proven himself in this company at least when he actually made me take notice, but nothing that would put him over the top. He couldn't step up to my level and that was the truth. Whether he liked it or not. I wanted to be the best, and so I did it. It was as simple as that. Many didn't like it, but that is what I did. Fuck, other people thought I didn't want it. That I didn't desire to be the best, but I did. People just didn't understand what I was about and that is what made them so goddamn ignorant. And, then there was Overdose. A man who I did have my eye on. I mean how could I not?? We both came from the backyard wrestling world. I was a bit experienced obviously, but the two of us had the fact that we both did not just get thrown into this sport. We were prepared before we stepped into the "professional" state of this industry. Many people didn't know about my history and that is the way I liked it. I liked to make sure no one knew me or my history. I would reveal it soon enough, but not here. Not now. I couldn't. It was way too early to let those know of my past. And, to let them know what I had done throughout my career. I was preparing to do battle with these two men as I had to carry my partner. I always had to carry Ace and no matter how much I hated him I had to admit that he was starting to grow on me. I would never willingly admit that, but it was true. He was proving himself to me and he didn't do anything worth notice, but I had to keep my eye on him. And, that is where it spun into a medial hatred between the two of us. Stepping up from the chair I went to the den and there he lied. Beaten and battered I then smiled as I stepped over him. Looking down into his eyes I leaned over.~~
Sean Hunter:
Ace, you have been silent and so many wonder why. It was easy to figure out. I was not going to let you ruin this for me. No way. No how. I had to be the best and to be the best I had to make sure my partner was at HIS best. So, when people wonder why I did this it was quite simple. I had to make you tougher. I had to make you angrier. I had to make you...unstoppable. You will hate me for this. You will hate me for everything I have done to you, but it had to be done. And, so now...
~~I spit on him. He was absolutely disgusting to me. He was nothing, but a mere bitch. As I grabbed him by his arms I helped him up. Taking him to the front door the two of us walked outside and he pinched his eyes as the sun glare was bothering him. He had not seen light in days. I smiled as I looked at him as he turned to me as well.~~
Sean Hunter:
People want to see me at my best?? They are going to get it. I will tell you the truth Ace. You disgust me. To me you are nothing more than a filthy pig. I have no respect for you. I have no liking for you. I have nothing, but disgrace flowing through my veins for the simpleton that you have become. You may not like me and I don't care. Because, I am doing this for me. I am doing this to make sure I am the VERY best. People think they are violent?? They have not seen what I have done to you. They have not seen the tears that I have made you shed. They have not seen the way I cut your skin as the blood boiled to the top. They have not seen the way I abused you. But, you know. Of course you do. If nothing else this will take me one step closer to getting a new partner. Because, I don't want you at my side. I don't need you. I never did. I needed only one thing. My family and I have that. If Ice wants to put me in the ring by myself against these two...then so be it. It would be my pleasure to beat the living hell out of you. But, at this juncture I...cannot. Sleep well because soon enough your going to find yourself having only nightmares of...Sean Hunter.
~~I soon pushed him off the patio and he fell to the concrete and I could hear his muffled screams. I didn't give it a second thought. I turned on the balls of my feet walking into the house once again and I shut the door.~~
- - - - - - -
"I'm not going to waste much time here. Because, I see no need to. I will simply say this. Last week I defeated Slither in that ring. I defeated the current PCW Heavyweight Champion with quite ease. It was beautiful in which I ripped his ass apart. It took me four fucking minutes to tear that man apart, yet Icemann here thinks that McClure and Overdose are worthy of having a shot at MY tag team championships. FUCK ICEMANN!! He doesn't understand a goddamn thing. He doesn't understand what this is all about. It should be a triple threat, but OH NO! We couldn't do something like that. I mean I should not only be the tag team champions, but I should have the North American Championship, along with that worthless championship Sydal is holding. I should be holding four championships right now. That's how much I fucking own this company. I should be holding EVERY fucking title that is in existence, but Icemann is holding me back. He is keeping me from what is rightfully MINE. But, that's fine. That's perfect actually. I can make a mockery out of these two little shits who honestly believe they can be in the same company as me, let alone the same ring. But, Icemann remember this. What I do to these two is not my fault. It is yours. It is your fault that I destroy them and the hopes and dreams they once had."
"Oh, and boys..."
"Here! Have a slice of 'shutthefuckup' cake!"