Post by hostile on Apr 12, 2006 9:50:08 GMT -5
A war had continued to be forged at Trauma, and would continue into the Hostile Takeover PPV, and most likely beyond that. I mean when you’re on the hit list of N2S, you don't get off just that easy. Let's take a look at the tally, shall we? Lantlas can say he kicked my ass all he wants. Last time I looked, he had help after winning the match to escape. I had him BEAT with my five star...unfortunately for me, he got his knees up. Oh yeah, can we say marathon match? So the kid who would win a Link dress up contest should really get his facts right. He can make all the little humorous parody’s he wanted. Still won't save him. Fact remained he had a cripple and a holy roller for partners. I mean what the hell would that do against PCW's greatest nightmare? NOT A DAMN THING. Last time I looked Lantlas, I had you down and out two weeks prior to this loss. Sure, they were sneak attacks, but if you were so damn good mister eleven and zero, where was the eyes in the back of your head? Oh yeah, you're a tough guy doing skits against myself and the rest of N2S...too bad that the only laughter will be shed by us when the night is said and done. Go figure I had to lose as the eleventh person to Lantlas. I mean, I'm starting to feel like he's got a Goldberg streak going on over there. Hell, god sure knows he's as talentless as that bald bastard is. Ah well, shit happens and you can't win them all. Just know Lantlas, I have your number and just because I came up short doesn't mean anything. I had you down and out as a beaten foe. You got L-U-C-K-Y. So take that back to your woods fairy boy...or as Destiny likes to call you, a transsexual elf.
Blade Lionheart. This guy is a joke just by on word he speaks. Yeah, he's suuuuuucccchhhhh a tough guy by trying to hurt himself even further with his little Popsicle stick. Let me ask you this Blade. When you bruise and Charlie horse up that leg of yours, how much more worthless to the match do you become? I mean even from the locker room, as you were tapping out I could hear you screaming in pain and agony. Kudos to Anthony for not letting go. If I were him, I would have broken both of your leg's and permanently disable you. But hey, I get the chance at Hostile Takeover now don't I? You are as valuable to this match as a wet fart is. I don't which you are Blade, stupid or ignorant. Hell probably both. What have you done so far in PCW except lose? Only reason you didn't get that beating from me is well...because you got to face someone far more worse than I am. What did you do? Resorted to "low blowing" him to get disqualified. What's wrong Blade? I thought you were Mr. Tough guy that could break everybody's legs all of a sudden. Sure didn't seem that way that night. Now, you will get to face me....except the outcome will be the same for you, as it has been for your matches. A winning LOSS. Oh yeah and if you think for one second that you can come to MY house and try to kick my ass in front of my kids. I laugh at that notion. You'd probably get lost just trying to find the city I'm in. God sure knows, you get lost the second you leave the front door of the arenas. Hostile Takeover Blade, you're mine bitch.
And then we have the wild card of the match. The Prophet. He couldn't mind control Pegasus any longer. Couldn't get the job done against Ace Anderson. Now is replacing the suddenly injured Seth Sinn. Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't N2S do that one to the supposed "Enigma"? Well it seems like the only riddle left to be figured out is when he'll return if ever. So you holy boy want to get involved in on an ass kicking huh. That's fine and dandy. You mean nothing to the team on either end of things. On one end, you’re teaming with two men who'll stab you in the back just to collect that paycheck. On the other side, you face three of the biggest psycho's in the company today. All we're out for is pain, destruction and ending careers. You have stepped into the war zone against the wrong trio. But don't worry. Like a good dog, we'll put you under. I mean we DO feel sorry for you to a degree. Well at least I do. Mainly because I know what's going to be your destined fate. So you can take the words of god all you like. Pray to someone who doesn't exist. For come Hostile Takeover, the only praying you’re going to be doing, is in the form of begging Nightmare 2 Society to take mercy on your punk ass.
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[Two Days Prior to Trauma]
The arrangements had been set for the children too be watched. Then more had been set in place with the in-laws that I so richly hated to have the children picked up for a couple of weeks. During that time, myself and Destiny would use the time not only to fuck each other's brains out like a shotgun blast to the head, but also to pick apart the opposition for Hostile Takeover. I mean, strategy was key and was everything that needed to be done. So currently, the clock had reached five in the evening and the place I would be taking the wife to, was called the Anaheim White House. It grabs its name from the rich white Victorian housing that it has. Very very high place to be, and from what was understood, had some superb food. But yeah, I wanted to take her somewhere fancy and that was one of the fanciest places in all of Anaheim.
The house was built in 1909 and has eight different dining areas. Very elegant place and was high in business casual dressing. So me and Destiny had to be on our best attire. The reservations were made awhile ago, so we had a spot ready for us at around the six o clock mark or so. I was in the bedroom, slipping into a navy blue blazer. Underneath I would have on a white collar dress shirt and the tie would be in a shade of lighter blue, almost like a tone of sky blue. The pants that would be slipped on were going to khaki slacks, and then of course, you can't forget the dress shoes. So once I was all dressed for the evening, I headed into the bathroom that was adjacent to the bedroom and begun to tie my hair in a tight pony tail. Even better is that the place was located near such landmarks in Anaheim as the Anaheim Convention enter, Angel Stadium and the Arrowhead Pond. So no matter which way I went, I won. Well except for the Pond since that's where the rival Mighty Ducks play at. I'm a Sharks fan. But did root for the Angels, so as Meatloaf would say, two out of three ain't bad.
Now once I gazed upon the work of art that was my wife, she had on a long elegant black dress, with a slit going up the left leg. My eyes went up from her legs and to her face, where she had on a light dose of mascara and purple eye shadow. Destiny had her blonde hair let down, which when done that way, flowed to just below her shoulder blades. Before I had the chance to say anything, she did a little turn and smiled.
"What'cha think babydoll? hehe"
I combed my fingers through my hair and eeked out a "fucking beautiful". Yeah, say what you will, but how she looked right then and there at that point in time had my attention. She smiled ever bigger again and then came over to kiss me. Well she got her chance, and once done I found I had to wipe off a little tiny bit of lipstick. She laughed and pinched my cheek and headed out of the room. Remaining in the bedroom, my focus now went off her and onto my upcoming match with Lantlas on Trauma. I HAD to win that match or at least put Lantlas out of commission before the pay per view could get here. Anyway, as I shook my head and told myself I had better things to worry about, I left the room and as Evelyn arrived shortly, soon took my wife out to dinner.
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The orders had been made as Destiny looked around at the sheer beauty of the inside of the house. Lamp posts were set up inside, with some type of rich white fabric hanging down from the ceilings, as they conjoined at the middle of the restaurant. We were nearly placed in the George W. Bush room, but I'd have none of that. So after a little bribing, we got placed inside of the Caterina Ballroom...which accommodated up to two hundred people. We had to share a table with several other guests, but that was fine for the night. Just as long as it didn't happen ever again. Anyway, I had ordered the Gwen Stefani Ravioli. That wasn't something I was making up either, just because Destiny happened to somewhat resemble her. What the dish was, was Lobster filled ravioli with Basil on a sauce of ginger and citrus. Cost you nine, ninety-five for it. Destiny meanwhile glaring at me after I picked what I had (she knew I had a thing for Gwen and then she looked like her, haha) went ahead and made her selection. That happened to be Ferré Halibut. Which was Baked Alaskan Halibut with a julienne of vegetables served in a Pinot Grigio sauce. That bad boy would cost us twenty-seven ninety five. It was expensive, but hell, Destiny deserved every penny of it.
When our food did come, we dug in with casual conversation about our lives, love for one another and even a slight moment to discuss our plans for Trauma, although that was limited at best. We wanted to ENJOY ourselves, not bore ourselves to death. But yeah, the night went off without any problems...or so it should have. Just as we had gotten up and was paying for the check, I noticed that sitting at a table in the next room over, was the familiar face of someone I had previously ran out of the company: Kurtis Liberty. There he was, with his family. Destiny continued to head to pay for the meal, while all I could do was stand there and revel in the fact I had kicked him out of PCW before things could even happen. But I wondered why he was in Anaheim for. He wasn't from the area. Ah well, fucking tourist in probably for an Angels-Yankees game or something. None-the-less, Destiny pulled me away and told me of no fights. Liberty didn't see me anyway and neither did her dad. So we paid the check and left with a stomach full of great dining. Once we got back to the house later that evening (we stopped off somewhere for a little "snack" if you catch my drift.), the kids and Evelyn were asleep. We quietly made our way inside and woke her up. She stirred about, awoke and smiled. Ev gave us a run down of the children and apparently they both behaved and went to sleep some two hours after we left. So it was good to hear that everything went well for all parties involved tonight. Soon enough (like next day soon enough), the children would be going to Ventura.
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[Night of Trauma]
Boy oh boy was this a fucking HUGE night for Nightmare 2 Society. Well for everyone else including Destiny that was. My fucking god, did she ever make an impact. Destiny was all over the place, directing traffic left and right, even getting her shot in on Seth Sinn. I couldn't be any prouder of my little evil princess. So after the show was over and we were on the flight back home, all I could do was speak highly of what Destiny had accomplished tonight. I mean, it had been AGES since she did any kind of damage like that. As a matter of fact, the last time she did was against either "The Living Blade" Sharp or Spider.....
"You loved my performance that much huh" spoke Destiny. "Oh fucking yeah I did. You impressed the living hell out of me my love. I mean I don't think anyone saw you doing what you did coming. But on the lighter side of things, I know one of us will get a fine here soon for YOU breaking that PCW Property known as a Video Camera...”
Destiny blushed at this and turned her head away. I slowly reached over and gently turned her face back so it was lined up with my own. Looking deep into her eyes, she looked almost sorry that the incident had happened. Not for doing it, because I know she loved doing that. But because we were going to take another fine.....but wait a minute...as I said to her
"What'cha doing babe?" she asked
"Oh you'll see" I said getting out my cell phone. Dialing an international number, I had to wait several moments for someone on the other end to pick up. But once they did:
"Hey you cocksucking rat bastard, hahaha, what the hell is going on? Yeah I lost to Lantlas. Kind of funny considering Eleven IS my favorite number. Yeah if a Nintendo convention was around, I'm sure he would have been there and someone would have taken his place. Anyway, not important and not why I'm calling. My lovely Destiny over here broke one of PCDubbyah's finest cameras and she's concerned about us getting fined for it. I....Yeah, we would like to have you pay it off for us like you always seem to volunteer (laughs). Oh don't worry, me, Nightmare and Douglas got Lantlas, Lionheart and now Prophet covered. They won't fucking know what hit them...or who hit them I should say, haha. Oh don't worry, they'll know soon enough. Take care bro and see ya soon."
CLICK
"Who was that love?"
I leaned into Destiny and whispered the name of the person whom I had just spoken with. Once I got done with that, Destiny smiled a little evil smirk in my direction and nodded slowly. The rest of the flight back to California was pleasant enough for both of us to get some sleep. Oh yes, A Nightmare 2 Society indeed.
END
Blade Lionheart. This guy is a joke just by on word he speaks. Yeah, he's suuuuuucccchhhhh a tough guy by trying to hurt himself even further with his little Popsicle stick. Let me ask you this Blade. When you bruise and Charlie horse up that leg of yours, how much more worthless to the match do you become? I mean even from the locker room, as you were tapping out I could hear you screaming in pain and agony. Kudos to Anthony for not letting go. If I were him, I would have broken both of your leg's and permanently disable you. But hey, I get the chance at Hostile Takeover now don't I? You are as valuable to this match as a wet fart is. I don't which you are Blade, stupid or ignorant. Hell probably both. What have you done so far in PCW except lose? Only reason you didn't get that beating from me is well...because you got to face someone far more worse than I am. What did you do? Resorted to "low blowing" him to get disqualified. What's wrong Blade? I thought you were Mr. Tough guy that could break everybody's legs all of a sudden. Sure didn't seem that way that night. Now, you will get to face me....except the outcome will be the same for you, as it has been for your matches. A winning LOSS. Oh yeah and if you think for one second that you can come to MY house and try to kick my ass in front of my kids. I laugh at that notion. You'd probably get lost just trying to find the city I'm in. God sure knows, you get lost the second you leave the front door of the arenas. Hostile Takeover Blade, you're mine bitch.
And then we have the wild card of the match. The Prophet. He couldn't mind control Pegasus any longer. Couldn't get the job done against Ace Anderson. Now is replacing the suddenly injured Seth Sinn. Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't N2S do that one to the supposed "Enigma"? Well it seems like the only riddle left to be figured out is when he'll return if ever. So you holy boy want to get involved in on an ass kicking huh. That's fine and dandy. You mean nothing to the team on either end of things. On one end, you’re teaming with two men who'll stab you in the back just to collect that paycheck. On the other side, you face three of the biggest psycho's in the company today. All we're out for is pain, destruction and ending careers. You have stepped into the war zone against the wrong trio. But don't worry. Like a good dog, we'll put you under. I mean we DO feel sorry for you to a degree. Well at least I do. Mainly because I know what's going to be your destined fate. So you can take the words of god all you like. Pray to someone who doesn't exist. For come Hostile Takeover, the only praying you’re going to be doing, is in the form of begging Nightmare 2 Society to take mercy on your punk ass.
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[Two Days Prior to Trauma]
The arrangements had been set for the children too be watched. Then more had been set in place with the in-laws that I so richly hated to have the children picked up for a couple of weeks. During that time, myself and Destiny would use the time not only to fuck each other's brains out like a shotgun blast to the head, but also to pick apart the opposition for Hostile Takeover. I mean, strategy was key and was everything that needed to be done. So currently, the clock had reached five in the evening and the place I would be taking the wife to, was called the Anaheim White House. It grabs its name from the rich white Victorian housing that it has. Very very high place to be, and from what was understood, had some superb food. But yeah, I wanted to take her somewhere fancy and that was one of the fanciest places in all of Anaheim.
The house was built in 1909 and has eight different dining areas. Very elegant place and was high in business casual dressing. So me and Destiny had to be on our best attire. The reservations were made awhile ago, so we had a spot ready for us at around the six o clock mark or so. I was in the bedroom, slipping into a navy blue blazer. Underneath I would have on a white collar dress shirt and the tie would be in a shade of lighter blue, almost like a tone of sky blue. The pants that would be slipped on were going to khaki slacks, and then of course, you can't forget the dress shoes. So once I was all dressed for the evening, I headed into the bathroom that was adjacent to the bedroom and begun to tie my hair in a tight pony tail. Even better is that the place was located near such landmarks in Anaheim as the Anaheim Convention enter, Angel Stadium and the Arrowhead Pond. So no matter which way I went, I won. Well except for the Pond since that's where the rival Mighty Ducks play at. I'm a Sharks fan. But did root for the Angels, so as Meatloaf would say, two out of three ain't bad.
Now once I gazed upon the work of art that was my wife, she had on a long elegant black dress, with a slit going up the left leg. My eyes went up from her legs and to her face, where she had on a light dose of mascara and purple eye shadow. Destiny had her blonde hair let down, which when done that way, flowed to just below her shoulder blades. Before I had the chance to say anything, she did a little turn and smiled.
"What'cha think babydoll? hehe"
I combed my fingers through my hair and eeked out a "fucking beautiful". Yeah, say what you will, but how she looked right then and there at that point in time had my attention. She smiled ever bigger again and then came over to kiss me. Well she got her chance, and once done I found I had to wipe off a little tiny bit of lipstick. She laughed and pinched my cheek and headed out of the room. Remaining in the bedroom, my focus now went off her and onto my upcoming match with Lantlas on Trauma. I HAD to win that match or at least put Lantlas out of commission before the pay per view could get here. Anyway, as I shook my head and told myself I had better things to worry about, I left the room and as Evelyn arrived shortly, soon took my wife out to dinner.
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The orders had been made as Destiny looked around at the sheer beauty of the inside of the house. Lamp posts were set up inside, with some type of rich white fabric hanging down from the ceilings, as they conjoined at the middle of the restaurant. We were nearly placed in the George W. Bush room, but I'd have none of that. So after a little bribing, we got placed inside of the Caterina Ballroom...which accommodated up to two hundred people. We had to share a table with several other guests, but that was fine for the night. Just as long as it didn't happen ever again. Anyway, I had ordered the Gwen Stefani Ravioli. That wasn't something I was making up either, just because Destiny happened to somewhat resemble her. What the dish was, was Lobster filled ravioli with Basil on a sauce of ginger and citrus. Cost you nine, ninety-five for it. Destiny meanwhile glaring at me after I picked what I had (she knew I had a thing for Gwen and then she looked like her, haha) went ahead and made her selection. That happened to be Ferré Halibut. Which was Baked Alaskan Halibut with a julienne of vegetables served in a Pinot Grigio sauce. That bad boy would cost us twenty-seven ninety five. It was expensive, but hell, Destiny deserved every penny of it.
When our food did come, we dug in with casual conversation about our lives, love for one another and even a slight moment to discuss our plans for Trauma, although that was limited at best. We wanted to ENJOY ourselves, not bore ourselves to death. But yeah, the night went off without any problems...or so it should have. Just as we had gotten up and was paying for the check, I noticed that sitting at a table in the next room over, was the familiar face of someone I had previously ran out of the company: Kurtis Liberty. There he was, with his family. Destiny continued to head to pay for the meal, while all I could do was stand there and revel in the fact I had kicked him out of PCW before things could even happen. But I wondered why he was in Anaheim for. He wasn't from the area. Ah well, fucking tourist in probably for an Angels-Yankees game or something. None-the-less, Destiny pulled me away and told me of no fights. Liberty didn't see me anyway and neither did her dad. So we paid the check and left with a stomach full of great dining. Once we got back to the house later that evening (we stopped off somewhere for a little "snack" if you catch my drift.), the kids and Evelyn were asleep. We quietly made our way inside and woke her up. She stirred about, awoke and smiled. Ev gave us a run down of the children and apparently they both behaved and went to sleep some two hours after we left. So it was good to hear that everything went well for all parties involved tonight. Soon enough (like next day soon enough), the children would be going to Ventura.
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[Night of Trauma]
Boy oh boy was this a fucking HUGE night for Nightmare 2 Society. Well for everyone else including Destiny that was. My fucking god, did she ever make an impact. Destiny was all over the place, directing traffic left and right, even getting her shot in on Seth Sinn. I couldn't be any prouder of my little evil princess. So after the show was over and we were on the flight back home, all I could do was speak highly of what Destiny had accomplished tonight. I mean, it had been AGES since she did any kind of damage like that. As a matter of fact, the last time she did was against either "The Living Blade" Sharp or Spider.....
"You loved my performance that much huh" spoke Destiny. "Oh fucking yeah I did. You impressed the living hell out of me my love. I mean I don't think anyone saw you doing what you did coming. But on the lighter side of things, I know one of us will get a fine here soon for YOU breaking that PCW Property known as a Video Camera...”
Destiny blushed at this and turned her head away. I slowly reached over and gently turned her face back so it was lined up with my own. Looking deep into her eyes, she looked almost sorry that the incident had happened. Not for doing it, because I know she loved doing that. But because we were going to take another fine.....but wait a minute...as I said to her
"What'cha doing babe?" she asked
"Oh you'll see" I said getting out my cell phone. Dialing an international number, I had to wait several moments for someone on the other end to pick up. But once they did:
"Hey you cocksucking rat bastard, hahaha, what the hell is going on? Yeah I lost to Lantlas. Kind of funny considering Eleven IS my favorite number. Yeah if a Nintendo convention was around, I'm sure he would have been there and someone would have taken his place. Anyway, not important and not why I'm calling. My lovely Destiny over here broke one of PCDubbyah's finest cameras and she's concerned about us getting fined for it. I....Yeah, we would like to have you pay it off for us like you always seem to volunteer (laughs). Oh don't worry, me, Nightmare and Douglas got Lantlas, Lionheart and now Prophet covered. They won't fucking know what hit them...or who hit them I should say, haha. Oh don't worry, they'll know soon enough. Take care bro and see ya soon."
CLICK
"Who was that love?"
I leaned into Destiny and whispered the name of the person whom I had just spoken with. Once I got done with that, Destiny smiled a little evil smirk in my direction and nodded slowly. The rest of the flight back to California was pleasant enough for both of us to get some sleep. Oh yes, A Nightmare 2 Society indeed.
END