RJ has been through the desert on a nag with no name
Jul 21, 2019 13:07:00 GMT -5
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Post by Jakob Lister on Jul 21, 2019 13:07:00 GMT -5
RJ HAS BEEN THROUGH THE DESERT ON A NAG WITH NO NAME
°*Jakob Lister is sitting in a dim lit room, which some would call a study. He is being completely quiet. On a night, during the weekend, despite being 1:32 A.M., majority who live a particular lifestyle, would be still out on the town. Partying it up.
Or at least finishing it up, then partying back at their places. Jakob had his experiences with the party lifestyle in one way or another. Even to the point when decided to go pro. Some would say, the purists of the pure, that partying and athleticism, like professional wrestling doesn't OR shouldn't mix. But, here we are.
Jakob Lister isn't your ordinary individual. Not even your standard citizen. Where his life has led him, he NOW blames no One but himself. Jakob, NOW, truly believes in karma. Do one dastardly, despicable, horrid thing. THAT ONE thing you could never be forgiven for.
Jakob was ready to pay his dues. So his time. Do his bid. But, God flipped the script on Jakob. It was NOT going to be easy. Granted... It was determined Jakob needed medications for his Bipolar/schizophrenia. He was diagnosed at a young age. His mother kept him medicated, until she passed away.
Then, he felt he didn't need the medications anymore and started making "bad" and "erratic" life decisions that will eventually haunt Jakob for the rest of his life. His one biggest mistake, his one biggest screwup, got more bullshit added into his already complicated life.
IF Jakob would of been stable and had not let his jealousy of the marriage of his best friend and the girl he was in love with for almost twenty years go completely out of whack, he wouldn't of been convicted, then deemed socially unfit, due to gruesome nature of the murders.
He was sent to get treatment. But, just like Jakob's luck, after a few months, after months of regulation medication treatment and standardized treatment/therapy, management group changed... WORSE CASE SCENARIO!! There ended up being no more therapy and barely no yard time.
Mysteriously, the medication regiment changed. Without letting Jakob know, he was given a new medication. One lone medication, instead of the seven Jakob was taking previously. Jakob was given one power-shot with what discovered, later on as Government High Grade serum.
The serum was glowing green. It was administered through a high-powered syringe, in the neck. But, the administration has no idea... NO IDEA what they gave him. Those procedures were just the beginning of the corruption of the Mental Hospital Wing of the State Prison.
With Jakob Lister's already deteriorated mental state, add that, a toxic chemical into his system, within six months of arriving into WCF, that's four years after that tremendous, colossal faux pas. Once, Jakob arrived in WCF, he had the residual of his original medications.
But, instead of going by his own name, he wanted to go as a masked grappler. But, within a few short five-six months, the personality of Jakob changed. The Monster Oblivion, showed IT's head, for the very first time. The Monster took over Jakob Lister.
There signs of Jakob of trying to fight through. That was causing Oblivion, which was technically a "second personality", which states that didn't see ITself as human, although Oblivion was controlling the body of Jakob Lister. It explained the odd behavior of Oblivion. The over the top behavior.
That kind of behavior had its extreme flaws. It ended up Oblivion being alone, despite some reaching out to The Monster. There was some success. Some GREAT success, like a total of 14 championships. That also came with some backlashes. Those backslashes became extreme. Too extreme, to the point where it started effecting Oblivion, which was effecting Jakob Lister physically.
With Oblivion controlling Jakob's body, gotten the body shot twice and extremely burned!! It was time for a "DEVINE INTERVENTION"!! After being set on fire, Jakob and Oblivion met. Very rare occasion for a split personality disorder. The Monster tried IT's best for doing the right thing.
Jakob turned to God. That's where his eventual decision to go back to therapy. He went back to his standard medications, based on what his psychiatrist and psychologist decided. The more therapy sessions, the less Oblivion was needed. That was until Jakob Lister came back into wrestling.
Then got entangled with Hazel Overton. Jakob went off his meds to get an "extra" edge to finish off Hazel. That ended up being a mistake. Now, Jakob had to go back to his therapist for hypnotherapy. Of course, Oblivion has been resisting. Now, if Jakob Lister wants to move forward, he'll need to embrace the power of The Monster, but contain the psychosis.
One would think that a man, as large as Jakob Lister would be more comfortable sitting on at a couch. No. Nothing is comfortable for The Born Again Messiah. Jakob would prefer to sit at the desk, where the computer is. Sitting on the semi-swivel desk-chair, was more comfortable.
Jakob didn't necessarily sit at the desk for comfort. He could give a rat's ass for comfort. Next to the computer's keyboard, is a small glass mirror. A small white powdery residue is on that mirror. A small baggie with a rolled up dollar bill is also on the mirror. There is a glassy-eyed expression across the face of Jakob, who slowly swinging back and forth on the swivel chair.
The computer was already on, but the screen is off. Lister moves the mouse and the screen comes back on. There's a provocative picture of Sahara on the screen. But, it's no ordinary pic. It's a clever altered pic of The Crimson Queen. The blonde bombshell is in a standing, but sexy pose.
Wearing a light colored mid-drift blouse with a skirt. Her right hand is on her right hip, right hip slightly tilted. Her left hand was placed slightly lower than her hip, near her thigh. She has a bright smile, "approach me" look across her face. But, her skirt is lifted from the back.
Sticking straight out from Sahara's backside, with the skirt barely hanging over, is the head and some of the neck of RJ Collins. Jakob, with his glassy eyes barely open, he is laughing his ass off...*°
Or at least finishing it up, then partying back at their places. Jakob had his experiences with the party lifestyle in one way or another. Even to the point when decided to go pro. Some would say, the purists of the pure, that partying and athleticism, like professional wrestling doesn't OR shouldn't mix. But, here we are.
Jakob Lister isn't your ordinary individual. Not even your standard citizen. Where his life has led him, he NOW blames no One but himself. Jakob, NOW, truly believes in karma. Do one dastardly, despicable, horrid thing. THAT ONE thing you could never be forgiven for.
Jakob was ready to pay his dues. So his time. Do his bid. But, God flipped the script on Jakob. It was NOT going to be easy. Granted... It was determined Jakob needed medications for his Bipolar/schizophrenia. He was diagnosed at a young age. His mother kept him medicated, until she passed away.
Then, he felt he didn't need the medications anymore and started making "bad" and "erratic" life decisions that will eventually haunt Jakob for the rest of his life. His one biggest mistake, his one biggest screwup, got more bullshit added into his already complicated life.
IF Jakob would of been stable and had not let his jealousy of the marriage of his best friend and the girl he was in love with for almost twenty years go completely out of whack, he wouldn't of been convicted, then deemed socially unfit, due to gruesome nature of the murders.
He was sent to get treatment. But, just like Jakob's luck, after a few months, after months of regulation medication treatment and standardized treatment/therapy, management group changed... WORSE CASE SCENARIO!! There ended up being no more therapy and barely no yard time.
Mysteriously, the medication regiment changed. Without letting Jakob know, he was given a new medication. One lone medication, instead of the seven Jakob was taking previously. Jakob was given one power-shot with what discovered, later on as Government High Grade serum.
The serum was glowing green. It was administered through a high-powered syringe, in the neck. But, the administration has no idea... NO IDEA what they gave him. Those procedures were just the beginning of the corruption of the Mental Hospital Wing of the State Prison.
With Jakob Lister's already deteriorated mental state, add that, a toxic chemical into his system, within six months of arriving into WCF, that's four years after that tremendous, colossal faux pas. Once, Jakob arrived in WCF, he had the residual of his original medications.
But, instead of going by his own name, he wanted to go as a masked grappler. But, within a few short five-six months, the personality of Jakob changed. The Monster Oblivion, showed IT's head, for the very first time. The Monster took over Jakob Lister.
There signs of Jakob of trying to fight through. That was causing Oblivion, which was technically a "second personality", which states that didn't see ITself as human, although Oblivion was controlling the body of Jakob Lister. It explained the odd behavior of Oblivion. The over the top behavior.
That kind of behavior had its extreme flaws. It ended up Oblivion being alone, despite some reaching out to The Monster. There was some success. Some GREAT success, like a total of 14 championships. That also came with some backlashes. Those backslashes became extreme. Too extreme, to the point where it started effecting Oblivion, which was effecting Jakob Lister physically.
With Oblivion controlling Jakob's body, gotten the body shot twice and extremely burned!! It was time for a "DEVINE INTERVENTION"!! After being set on fire, Jakob and Oblivion met. Very rare occasion for a split personality disorder. The Monster tried IT's best for doing the right thing.
Jakob turned to God. That's where his eventual decision to go back to therapy. He went back to his standard medications, based on what his psychiatrist and psychologist decided. The more therapy sessions, the less Oblivion was needed. That was until Jakob Lister came back into wrestling.
Then got entangled with Hazel Overton. Jakob went off his meds to get an "extra" edge to finish off Hazel. That ended up being a mistake. Now, Jakob had to go back to his therapist for hypnotherapy. Of course, Oblivion has been resisting. Now, if Jakob Lister wants to move forward, he'll need to embrace the power of The Monster, but contain the psychosis.
One would think that a man, as large as Jakob Lister would be more comfortable sitting on at a couch. No. Nothing is comfortable for The Born Again Messiah. Jakob would prefer to sit at the desk, where the computer is. Sitting on the semi-swivel desk-chair, was more comfortable.
Jakob didn't necessarily sit at the desk for comfort. He could give a rat's ass for comfort. Next to the computer's keyboard, is a small glass mirror. A small white powdery residue is on that mirror. A small baggie with a rolled up dollar bill is also on the mirror. There is a glassy-eyed expression across the face of Jakob, who slowly swinging back and forth on the swivel chair.
The computer was already on, but the screen is off. Lister moves the mouse and the screen comes back on. There's a provocative picture of Sahara on the screen. But, it's no ordinary pic. It's a clever altered pic of The Crimson Queen. The blonde bombshell is in a standing, but sexy pose.
Wearing a light colored mid-drift blouse with a skirt. Her right hand is on her right hip, right hip slightly tilted. Her left hand was placed slightly lower than her hip, near her thigh. She has a bright smile, "approach me" look across her face. But, her skirt is lifted from the back.
Sticking straight out from Sahara's backside, with the skirt barely hanging over, is the head and some of the neck of RJ Collins. Jakob, with his glassy eyes barely open, he is laughing his ass off...*°
Jakob Lister: Oh my gawd!! It IS true!! RJ Collins DOES have his head up Sahara's ass!!
°*Jakob just finished rolling up a joint. Lights it up and continues his thoughts...*°
Jakob Lister: So, Sahara. I was watching you. I originally had some hand lotion and Kleenex with me. I was hoping it was going to be a "spanktastic" time. But, looking at you I was horrifically disappointed!! Your Barbie-like looks was/is a gigantic failure!!
But, after hearing you screech, nay.... talk for a forceable two minutes, I absolutely lost interest. My "pleasure-interest" was lost!! If you are who say you are, but claim to be Sahara, then you should know about me. If you don't, then maybe you should act like a professional.
For once, get off your knees, dust them off and do your same homework and resedamn!! You were so worried, yea right, you looked real worried about those children. You should of shifted your interest on Corey Bull and myself. Why?! WHY NOT?! Considering, you've been pretending that you're a professional wrestler. While I been busting my ass!!
Sahara, you're about as annoying as Lissie Hope and the rest of The Royal Family!! I couldn't believe my ears. You're such a dumb ass blonde!! I can't believe you didn't catch it!! The reporter was right there!! Why didn't you correct the reporter?!?!
Stupid ass!! She asked about your match against your's truly and Corey Black!! Black?! BLACK?! I'm NOT teaming up with Corey Black!! You insignificant piece of monkey shit!! I'm teaming up with Corey Bull!! Plain and simple, you stupid cow!! You need your ass beat on principle alone!!
Nobody has told you, you're so damn transparent... A FAKE ASS PHONY BITCH!! PERIOD!! Look at you, with those kids. Everyone can see, you were about to regurgitate!! PUKE!! You couldn't concentrate with the task at hand, knowing you had to face nearly seven hundred pounds of massive humanity!! While the only person backing you is... *heh-heh* RJ Collins!!
°*Jakob has to relight the joint, taking another hit off the joint, before placing the joint in the ashtray. Jakob ponders, for a moment, before snickering.*°
Jakob Lister: Oops!! With all this blabbering about that opportunity-seeking gutter-slut, I almost totally forgot about Robert Jordan Collins!! How could anyone forget you, big boy. Now, before I start breaking you down, I must ask... Have you been successful in your search for a woman?
So, I bet your bottom dollar, you got all giddy when you found out that you were tagging with Sahara. With your personal interest of finding "love", you're more interested in getting your dick wet with The Crimson Queen than you do in defeating Corey Bull and myself!!
Are you, Mr. Robert Jordan, wasting your opportunity and time by sitting in the dark, looking on your laptop at pics of Sahara, while pleasuring yourself to her pics. Instead of doing what you were doing, you should have been doing research on me.
But, Collins here you are letting your partner do all the work!! You're a slacker!! I'm the match, I don't worry so much about you. I've seen your previous matches, so Bull and I are not worried about you. But, we will be cautious about you. You're sneaky!! But, like I said you're a slacker.
You will put the workload on Sahara!! But, you ARE a man. *heh* Not much of a man, despite your size. You're like a golden with a brain of a rodent. Maybe, that's why Sahara was reluctantly excited about tagging with you, because she's going to train you. *heh* HA!! With a red ball gag and a whip!!
You might as well have her around. After what happens at Monday Night Clash, you can have her for some TLC. After what The Born Again Messiah and The Hatebringer does in the match, both you and Sahara will be considered insignificant.
°*Jakob just sits back. Picks back up the joint, delights it and continues to laugh at the computer screen visual of RJ Collins' head sticking out of the ass, of a tastefully posing Sahara.*°