The Accuser part 8: Just Go Away!
Nov 10, 2019 17:52:51 GMT -5
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Post by Ryan Elias on Nov 10, 2019 17:52:51 GMT -5
MONDAY 11/4/2019
We see a table with a small journal book sitting on it, a pen placed just to the right. The room is empty, mostly barren, the walls your standard white with a texture, the light coming from a source above the view of the camera. Slowly a new light knives it’s way into the room as a door is clearly being opened. Into the frame come Ryan Elias, a curt smile on his face as he drags a chair from out of shot to the table and takes a seat. He flips open the journal and takes hold of the pen. Ryan begins to talk and write at the same time.
Dear Kyle Kemp,
Writing in a journal is for little bitches, little bitches that are so fucking pathetic that they can’t express their emotions in a constructive and adult ass manor. I mean diaries were cool, when you were fucking 10 and filled with so much pent up angst you felt the need to spill your shit ass sappy emotions out just to make yourself feel better. But hey if that guy who’s getting paid a lot of money to fix your mental problems says it’s a good idea, fuck do it. His job isn’t to fix you fast. He’s like a fucking drug dealer, he makes money on the comeback, giving you just enough to feel just a little bit better, setting that hook in your lip and realing you in like the big fucking sad sack fish that you are.
Tell you what Kyle, I’m feeling super fucking magnanimous right now, so I am going to give you the advice that you should have been getting all along. Get the fuck overyourself and realize that you just are not important to this world. Bad shit keeps happening to you, your parents died, your baseball career failed, you had a gambling problem, you are a bit of a loaner, no one fucking likes you, and your wrestling career is about to turn south like Sherman’s army. All of those things have one common denominator.
Look, I just gave you what you have needed for years, and I gave it to you for free. You are welcome, however we both know you won’t have a thank you. I mean how could you, no one ever says thank you when they are given real constructive criticism. We all want to live in the land of rainbows and lollipops, the land where everything goes perfect for us. You know the land I am talking about, it’s the place you think about all the time, the place where your family is still alive, your baseball career is in full swing, and you are one of the most popular people on the planet.
All jokes aside though, Kyle I know you are trying to be the bigger man, trying to walk that line and hold your head up high, take that moral high ground. But eventually you will learn, there is no moral high ground in this business, there is no being the bigger man, just being the better fucking man. It is a hard lesson, it hurts, not just physically, but mentally, and if your past has told the world anything about you, it is that you just are not capable of handling the emotional grind.
You have the build, you have the look, and hell in a lot of ways you have the talent. But people said that before, and just like then, you still don't have what it takes to mentally get the job done. No one ever wants to hear it, but sadly the truth can hurt, it can cut deep like a knife through butter. There is good news though, it isn’t all bad. Because I am sure the NEW would love to have a new food service provider, and from what I have heard you can grill a mean hotdog. Be proud of your ability to handle the weiner, nothing wrong with knowing what you are good at and working to excel at it.
Ok bad dick joke aside, let’s be real for a moment Kyle. I don’t see anything special about you, never have, never will. Some people are destined for great things, destined to set the world on fire, others, well they are destined to burn in the fires of others. Then there are the Kyle Kemps of the world, the ones who run around trying to figure out what to do when the world is burning, only to find that they accomplished nothing, and in the end are left alone.
This week Kyle you get to step into the ring with me, the guy who beat Ryan Lockhart. Let that settle in for just a moment. When the brackets came out no one gave me a goddamn chance, but then as the match approached people realized something, they took notice. They began to see the writing on the wall. Ryan Lockhart would suffer the same fate as TFK and Shadowlove, he would fall to the accuser, and so he did. Kyle you are the next on my list.
For some reason the fates have forsaken you, placed you in my path, and maybe in another life I would hold a level of sympathy for you, consider taking it easy on you. But this isn’t another life, the sky isn’t rose colored, and to be honest you just aren’t worth taking it easy on. Simply put Kyle, the mere nothingness that you represent needs to be removed from the scenario, you are the unnamed Star Trek crew member in a red shirt, and I am the monster that gets to kill you on this episode.
Ryan smirked as he shut the book, placed the pen on top of it, and proceeded to wrap it in brown paper. After taping it up, he scribbled something on the outside with a pen he withdrew from his jacket and stood up. And moved for the door, the light knifing into the room and then fading, and the overhead light going out.
“What is that?” Susan asked as Ryan stepped out of the room.
“A present. Make sure that is mailed to that address right there, and ensure that he gets it.” Ryan winked as he handed the wrapped book and pen to Susan. “I’ll be back later.” Those were the last words he said to Susan that night as he simply walked past her and off into the darkness of the Las Vegas night.
WEDNESDAY 11/6/2019
“Something is wrong, Ryan hasn’t come back in almost two days.” Susan paced the hotel room, her cameraman Frank watching from the end of the bed.
“Um, you do know the guy is fucking crazy right? I mean he actually thinks he is the son of the devil, like he legit believes it.” Frank saw this as his moment to try and talk some sense into Susan, to pull her out of the rabbit hole that she had fallen in.
“What if he is?” Susan tossed the question out there as she kept looking at her phone.
“Really? You think that guy, you think he is the son of the Devil and was sent to Earth to punish the sinners of the world? I mean, come on the Devil is the bad guy.” Frank tried to get her thinking, tried to get her to be a rational logical thinker for a moment.
“That’s what the bible says yeah, but come on, you have seen the people he is punishing. He keeps punishing evil people, every single one of them has a history, a bad history. Yet the God from the bible has done nothing, he just kept letting them hurt people. Then here comes Ryan, and these people are getting the punishment they deserve.” Susan was shaking her head as she paced the room. “No, he isn’t the bad guy here.”
“Are you fucking him?” Frank finally asked.
“What? How fucking dare you even suggest that, and if I were it wouldn’t be any of your goddamn business.” Susan was legitimately pissed off at the insinuation, it bothered her more than she thought it would.
“I just had to ask, sorry, but I believe the bible, why would they cast the Devil as evil if it were not true?” Frank pushed harder, trying to get Susan to come around.
“How does that saying go? History is written by the victors? That is why, because no one ever wins and casts the loser as anything other than the evil person. It is how it has always been, so why would this case with the Devil and God be any different?” Susan paused as Frank stood up.
“I’m sorry.” Frank balled his fist and pulled back but the door swung open, a gust of wind sweeping through the room before he could unleash the blow. Frank found himself flung back as the lights in the hotel went out and darkness engulfed them. He could feel a pressure upon him, a weight holding him down as he tried to get to his feet.
“Who is your shepard?” Came the smooth voice of Ryan Elias.
“Never!” Frank protested.
“Does your shepard know your sin? Has he claimed God has forgiven it?” Ryan’s voice floated in the air, and Frank’s eyes began to adjust to the darkness, he could see the man’s face before him, and the eyes, slowly beginning to turn red.
“You are not the good guy.” Frank defiantly responded.
“I never said I was, I just said I wasn’t the bad guy.” Ryan winked as he pulled away from Frank, the pressure relaxing from the man’s chest.
“If you really are the son of the Devil than you can’t hurt the righteous.” Frank called as he got to his feet.
“And Vampires are susceptible to the cross, werewolves silver, and the boogeyman feeds on the screams and tears of children.” Ryan said with a sick smile. “If I were the man you think I am, I would never let you leave this room.” With a quick motion of his hand, Ryan gave Susan the signal and she opened the door.
Frank looked startled. “But…” His voice trailed off for a moment.
“You are not a sinner Frank, just a misguided sheep that has been led astray by a wolf.” Ryan simply smiled as the man pondered for a moment.
“But…” Frank said again.
“Stay Frank, let me show you the truth.” Ryan winked as he took a seat on the edge of the bed, and Frank nodded that he would hear the man out. Susan with a smile of her own shut the door of the hotel room and moved over to sit next to Frank at the table in the hotel room.
Tell me what you want to be, and don't hide it from me
Tell me where you want to be, and I'll take you there
Tell me how you want to feel, don't keep it from me
Tell me how it outta be through more than a stare
Every week every clown in the AW tells the world how great they are, how shit their opponents are, except for one man. Kyle Kemp likes to talk about how he admires his opponents, as if he is some lovestruck teen schoolgirl suffering from her first crush. But for Kyle it goes beyond that, he has this twisted thought that if he is different that will make him stand out, if does things in a way that others don’t, he will be unique, and therefore get some extra level of respect.
All this respect you show people, all the praise, and not a single person gives you any kind of praise back. So I want to change that for you Kyle, I want you to understand how much you mean to me. When you won the US title, I was so happy for you, because I knew that it would only be a few short days before you lose it, and Walter would become a two time US champion. Well fucking played, hell there isn’t a soul in the world of AW that thinks you actually won that match, and that Walter didn’t just throw you a bone.
Don’t get upset though, because with that win, you did something that most people only dream of doing. You inspired every middling underachieving piece of shit in the crowd. You gave them the simple belief that if you suck enough, someone will take pity on you and gift wrap you a symbol of status. You gave dreams to the non dreamers, though we all know they are the kind of dreams that never come true, nevertheless for the briefest of moments you were a hero.
Unfortunately heros fall don’t they? And what did you do just a few short weeks later? Yep you had your ass handed to you by Walter. I don’t want to sound redundant but the truth is you looked completely outclassed, out matched, and sadly outsmarted in that match. There was no way you were walking out of there with the title, and deep down inside you knew it. This week is much the same for you Kyle, there is no title on the line here, just respect and I plan to take that from you just like Walter did. Don’t be upset though, it’s ok, when I am done with you, you can apply for a career as…
I’m not done though Kyle, there is still so much praise to heap upon you. The way you burned the meat at you backyard barbecue before the Glory tournament, that was fucking spectacular. Or maybe it’s that little smirk thing you do when you try and act like you understand a joke, or the way your lips curl when you actually deliver a positive statement about someone. I admire those little things that no one else notices, the things you can’t hide.
While most of the people around the AW are fooled, while you have them all thinking you are this nice guy, I see the real you. I know deep down inside that you want to scream better than you every chance you can. That you would pepper the often overused catchphrase at the end of every sentence if you could. Because you like every other member of the AW have this one fatal flaw. Deep down you like any kind of originality. It is week in week out of the same god damn thing.
When I look at you Kyle I just see a truck stuck in the mud with the back tires spinning. You are that guy, going nowhere, but trying to get there as fast as you fucking can. Slow down for one damn moment and reevaluate your life. Quit making the same damn mistakes every week. If you fail, and do the same thing, fail again, then do the same thing and fail again, guess what, that makes you a fucking failure. I’d talk about the whole definition of stupidity, but I think you already get it, and if you don’t, oh fucking well.
Show me what you wanna be, don't hide it from me
Show me where you wanna be, and I'll take you there
Show me how you want to feel, don't keep it from me
Show me how it outta be through more than a stare
There are no doubts in my mind that you will show up, you will run your mouth, talk about my past, how I suck, how my record sucks, and you know what? Two mother fucking thumbs up broheim, that is the good shit, it’s what everyone does, well played. Except, that didn’t go well for TFK did it? Naw, where the fuck is he right now? Oh yeah, looking for the next group of dudes he can blow so they will accept him into their stable.
Don’t believe me, I ran rough shot through them, I dominated those bitches so hard that Kidsgrove ducked me like I was a limbo stick passing by. What have you done? I’d hold my breath but then we both know that would be bad. Truth is Kyle I did suck, I was losing matches left and right, but that changed. I am 3-1 in singles competition in my last four matches, I beat down TFK, Shadowlove, and Ryan Lockhart.
Let me tell you what you have accomplished in the AW……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. Shit I can’t think of a single goddamn thing that you have done in the AW that was worth a shit. No joke, I spent hours the other day combing through the history of the AW and outside of a short lived gift wrapped US title reign, you have accomplished dick in the AW.
That wasn’t enough though, I went through hours upon hours of your promos, I did my research and you know what I discovered? You are the most boring mother fucker on the planet. I would rather…
Maybe that is your talent, your skill inside the ring. You intend to get me into the ring and bore me to fucking death. Hope I fall the fuck asleep, we all know the fans do when you are in the ring, why not your opponent too right? I mean fuck, I have seen more personality on a fucking painted rock than in your promos. Part of me wants to help you, but we both know there is no helping you!
MIMES WOULD BE MORE ENTERTAINING!!!!!
My final suggestion Kyle, just walk away, walk away and don’t ever come back. The reality is you have about as much chance of ever being worth a shit in the AW as a rock does of growing legs, sprouting arms, and learning to talk. You are overmatched, outgunned, outsmarted, and woefully under prepared for what is coming your way this week. Do us all a favor…
FRIDAY
The van pulled up to the curb, Ryan stepped out, followed by Susan, the two of them nodded and went separate ways along the sidewalk. Karen avenue and Joe W. Brown road were well known in the Vegas area as a part of town you don’t go, unless you are looking for a bad night. Tonight, Ryan was looking for just that.
As he rounded a corner, he saw Susan make the same turn and he began making his way down the small alley. Susan stopped as a group of men approached her. “What do we have here?” the largest of the men said.
Susan backed up hands in the air. “I don’t want any trouble.” She said. “I am lost, just trying to find my way back to the strip.”
“We have a strip you can attend.” The big man said again, a sick smile and wink following.
“I....” Susan held her purse out. “Just take it, please I don’t want trouble.”
“But you found it, so why not enjoy it?” The big man said, the two men behind him laughing.
“Problem?” Ryan’s words floated in from behind, and the two men behind the big man spun around to see him.
“Pound sand old man.” The youngest looking man said with a head nod.
“It isn’t nice to not answer a question. So I ask again, problem?” Ryan slid a few more steps forward.
“No, no problem, not yet atleast.” The youngest man said defiantly.
Ryan smiled wide at defiance in his voice, and the man shuddered with fear. Ryan’s eyes seemed to glow a soft red, and the other man took off running, leaving a puddle behind. “He’s the smart one, but then you never have been that bright have you Lyle?”
“How did you know my name?” The youngest man began to freak out, he turned to the bigger man, who had now taken an interest in what was happening, never seeing that Susan was slipping away and had turned and walked off.
“It is my job Lyle, I know all about that time with your cousin in the pool, you know the time that he said he wouldn’t tell anyone about?” Ryan smiled.
“Fuck this, I’m out.” Lyle began to walk away, but Ryan grabbed his arm.
“You had your chance to go.” Ryan winked and stared hard at Lyle, the man's body going rigid and falling forward to the ground. As Ryan’s attention turned to the big man he could see the utter fear that filled the man’s eyes.
“I...I…” The big man stammered.
“RUN!” Ryan said with a deep throaty tone, and the man did as commanded, out into the street where a passing car slammed hard into him, the driver the man who had already fled the scene. Ryan knelt at the window as the man sat visibly shaking, and winked at him before walking away.
What do you know about me
Am I alive
Can I see
What's happening around me
Put me down
Without even speaking
Forever thinking
You couldn't understand
We see a table with a small journal book sitting on it, a pen placed just to the right. The room is empty, mostly barren, the walls your standard white with a texture, the light coming from a source above the view of the camera. Slowly a new light knives it’s way into the room as a door is clearly being opened. Into the frame come Ryan Elias, a curt smile on his face as he drags a chair from out of shot to the table and takes a seat. He flips open the journal and takes hold of the pen. Ryan begins to talk and write at the same time.
Dear Kyle Kemp,
Writing in a journal is for little bitches, little bitches that are so fucking pathetic that they can’t express their emotions in a constructive and adult ass manor. I mean diaries were cool, when you were fucking 10 and filled with so much pent up angst you felt the need to spill your shit ass sappy emotions out just to make yourself feel better. But hey if that guy who’s getting paid a lot of money to fix your mental problems says it’s a good idea, fuck do it. His job isn’t to fix you fast. He’s like a fucking drug dealer, he makes money on the comeback, giving you just enough to feel just a little bit better, setting that hook in your lip and realing you in like the big fucking sad sack fish that you are.
Tell you what Kyle, I’m feeling super fucking magnanimous right now, so I am going to give you the advice that you should have been getting all along. Get the fuck overyourself and realize that you just are not important to this world. Bad shit keeps happening to you, your parents died, your baseball career failed, you had a gambling problem, you are a bit of a loaner, no one fucking likes you, and your wrestling career is about to turn south like Sherman’s army. All of those things have one common denominator.
YOU!!!!!
Look, I just gave you what you have needed for years, and I gave it to you for free. You are welcome, however we both know you won’t have a thank you. I mean how could you, no one ever says thank you when they are given real constructive criticism. We all want to live in the land of rainbows and lollipops, the land where everything goes perfect for us. You know the land I am talking about, it’s the place you think about all the time, the place where your family is still alive, your baseball career is in full swing, and you are one of the most popular people on the planet.
HAHAHAHAHAHA
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SMOKING?!?!?!?!?!?!
JOHNNY STYLEZ WANTS SOME!
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SMOKING?!?!?!?!?!?!
JOHNNY STYLEZ WANTS SOME!
All jokes aside though, Kyle I know you are trying to be the bigger man, trying to walk that line and hold your head up high, take that moral high ground. But eventually you will learn, there is no moral high ground in this business, there is no being the bigger man, just being the better fucking man. It is a hard lesson, it hurts, not just physically, but mentally, and if your past has told the world anything about you, it is that you just are not capable of handling the emotional grind.
You have the build, you have the look, and hell in a lot of ways you have the talent. But people said that before, and just like then, you still don't have what it takes to mentally get the job done. No one ever wants to hear it, but sadly the truth can hurt, it can cut deep like a knife through butter. There is good news though, it isn’t all bad. Because I am sure the NEW would love to have a new food service provider, and from what I have heard you can grill a mean hotdog. Be proud of your ability to handle the weiner, nothing wrong with knowing what you are good at and working to excel at it.
#BADDICKJOKE!!!!!
Ok bad dick joke aside, let’s be real for a moment Kyle. I don’t see anything special about you, never have, never will. Some people are destined for great things, destined to set the world on fire, others, well they are destined to burn in the fires of others. Then there are the Kyle Kemps of the world, the ones who run around trying to figure out what to do when the world is burning, only to find that they accomplished nothing, and in the end are left alone.
This week Kyle you get to step into the ring with me, the guy who beat Ryan Lockhart. Let that settle in for just a moment. When the brackets came out no one gave me a goddamn chance, but then as the match approached people realized something, they took notice. They began to see the writing on the wall. Ryan Lockhart would suffer the same fate as TFK and Shadowlove, he would fall to the accuser, and so he did. Kyle you are the next on my list.
For some reason the fates have forsaken you, placed you in my path, and maybe in another life I would hold a level of sympathy for you, consider taking it easy on you. But this isn’t another life, the sky isn’t rose colored, and to be honest you just aren’t worth taking it easy on. Simply put Kyle, the mere nothingness that you represent needs to be removed from the scenario, you are the unnamed Star Trek crew member in a red shirt, and I am the monster that gets to kill you on this episode.
FAREWELL AND GOODBYE!!!!!
YOU SHALL NOT BE MISSED!!!!!
YOU SHALL NOT BE MISSED!!!!!
Ryan smirked as he shut the book, placed the pen on top of it, and proceeded to wrap it in brown paper. After taping it up, he scribbled something on the outside with a pen he withdrew from his jacket and stood up. And moved for the door, the light knifing into the room and then fading, and the overhead light going out.
“What is that?” Susan asked as Ryan stepped out of the room.
“A present. Make sure that is mailed to that address right there, and ensure that he gets it.” Ryan winked as he handed the wrapped book and pen to Susan. “I’ll be back later.” Those were the last words he said to Susan that night as he simply walked past her and off into the darkness of the Las Vegas night.
WEDNESDAY 11/6/2019
“Something is wrong, Ryan hasn’t come back in almost two days.” Susan paced the hotel room, her cameraman Frank watching from the end of the bed.
“Um, you do know the guy is fucking crazy right? I mean he actually thinks he is the son of the devil, like he legit believes it.” Frank saw this as his moment to try and talk some sense into Susan, to pull her out of the rabbit hole that she had fallen in.
“What if he is?” Susan tossed the question out there as she kept looking at her phone.
“Really? You think that guy, you think he is the son of the Devil and was sent to Earth to punish the sinners of the world? I mean, come on the Devil is the bad guy.” Frank tried to get her thinking, tried to get her to be a rational logical thinker for a moment.
“That’s what the bible says yeah, but come on, you have seen the people he is punishing. He keeps punishing evil people, every single one of them has a history, a bad history. Yet the God from the bible has done nothing, he just kept letting them hurt people. Then here comes Ryan, and these people are getting the punishment they deserve.” Susan was shaking her head as she paced the room. “No, he isn’t the bad guy here.”
“Are you fucking him?” Frank finally asked.
“What? How fucking dare you even suggest that, and if I were it wouldn’t be any of your goddamn business.” Susan was legitimately pissed off at the insinuation, it bothered her more than she thought it would.
“I just had to ask, sorry, but I believe the bible, why would they cast the Devil as evil if it were not true?” Frank pushed harder, trying to get Susan to come around.
“How does that saying go? History is written by the victors? That is why, because no one ever wins and casts the loser as anything other than the evil person. It is how it has always been, so why would this case with the Devil and God be any different?” Susan paused as Frank stood up.
“I’m sorry.” Frank balled his fist and pulled back but the door swung open, a gust of wind sweeping through the room before he could unleash the blow. Frank found himself flung back as the lights in the hotel went out and darkness engulfed them. He could feel a pressure upon him, a weight holding him down as he tried to get to his feet.
“Who is your shepard?” Came the smooth voice of Ryan Elias.
“Never!” Frank protested.
“Does your shepard know your sin? Has he claimed God has forgiven it?” Ryan’s voice floated in the air, and Frank’s eyes began to adjust to the darkness, he could see the man’s face before him, and the eyes, slowly beginning to turn red.
“You are not the good guy.” Frank defiantly responded.
“I never said I was, I just said I wasn’t the bad guy.” Ryan winked as he pulled away from Frank, the pressure relaxing from the man’s chest.
“If you really are the son of the Devil than you can’t hurt the righteous.” Frank called as he got to his feet.
“And Vampires are susceptible to the cross, werewolves silver, and the boogeyman feeds on the screams and tears of children.” Ryan said with a sick smile. “If I were the man you think I am, I would never let you leave this room.” With a quick motion of his hand, Ryan gave Susan the signal and she opened the door.
Frank looked startled. “But…” His voice trailed off for a moment.
“You are not a sinner Frank, just a misguided sheep that has been led astray by a wolf.” Ryan simply smiled as the man pondered for a moment.
“But…” Frank said again.
“Stay Frank, let me show you the truth.” Ryan winked as he took a seat on the edge of the bed, and Frank nodded that he would hear the man out. Susan with a smile of her own shut the door of the hotel room and moved over to sit next to Frank at the table in the hotel room.
Tell me what you want to be, and don't hide it from me
Tell me where you want to be, and I'll take you there
Tell me how you want to feel, don't keep it from me
Tell me how it outta be through more than a stare
Every week every clown in the AW tells the world how great they are, how shit their opponents are, except for one man. Kyle Kemp likes to talk about how he admires his opponents, as if he is some lovestruck teen schoolgirl suffering from her first crush. But for Kyle it goes beyond that, he has this twisted thought that if he is different that will make him stand out, if does things in a way that others don’t, he will be unique, and therefore get some extra level of respect.
NEWS FLASH!!!!
NO ONE LIKES YOU!!!!!
NO ONE LIKES YOU!!!!!
All this respect you show people, all the praise, and not a single person gives you any kind of praise back. So I want to change that for you Kyle, I want you to understand how much you mean to me. When you won the US title, I was so happy for you, because I knew that it would only be a few short days before you lose it, and Walter would become a two time US champion. Well fucking played, hell there isn’t a soul in the world of AW that thinks you actually won that match, and that Walter didn’t just throw you a bone.
YOU GOT PLAYED!!!!
LIKE A FUCKING FIDDLE!!!!
LIKE A FUCKING FIDDLE!!!!
Don’t get upset though, because with that win, you did something that most people only dream of doing. You inspired every middling underachieving piece of shit in the crowd. You gave them the simple belief that if you suck enough, someone will take pity on you and gift wrap you a symbol of status. You gave dreams to the non dreamers, though we all know they are the kind of dreams that never come true, nevertheless for the briefest of moments you were a hero.
Unfortunately heros fall don’t they? And what did you do just a few short weeks later? Yep you had your ass handed to you by Walter. I don’t want to sound redundant but the truth is you looked completely outclassed, out matched, and sadly outsmarted in that match. There was no way you were walking out of there with the title, and deep down inside you knew it. This week is much the same for you Kyle, there is no title on the line here, just respect and I plan to take that from you just like Walter did. Don’t be upset though, it’s ok, when I am done with you, you can apply for a career as…
A PUNCHING BAG FOR THE GREATS!!!!!
I’m not done though Kyle, there is still so much praise to heap upon you. The way you burned the meat at you backyard barbecue before the Glory tournament, that was fucking spectacular. Or maybe it’s that little smirk thing you do when you try and act like you understand a joke, or the way your lips curl when you actually deliver a positive statement about someone. I admire those little things that no one else notices, the things you can’t hide.
While most of the people around the AW are fooled, while you have them all thinking you are this nice guy, I see the real you. I know deep down inside that you want to scream better than you every chance you can. That you would pepper the often overused catchphrase at the end of every sentence if you could. Because you like every other member of the AW have this one fatal flaw. Deep down you like any kind of originality. It is week in week out of the same god damn thing.
BITCHES BE STUCK IN A RUT!!!!!
When I look at you Kyle I just see a truck stuck in the mud with the back tires spinning. You are that guy, going nowhere, but trying to get there as fast as you fucking can. Slow down for one damn moment and reevaluate your life. Quit making the same damn mistakes every week. If you fail, and do the same thing, fail again, then do the same thing and fail again, guess what, that makes you a fucking failure. I’d talk about the whole definition of stupidity, but I think you already get it, and if you don’t, oh fucking well.
Show me what you wanna be, don't hide it from me
Show me where you wanna be, and I'll take you there
Show me how you want to feel, don't keep it from me
Show me how it outta be through more than a stare
There are no doubts in my mind that you will show up, you will run your mouth, talk about my past, how I suck, how my record sucks, and you know what? Two mother fucking thumbs up broheim, that is the good shit, it’s what everyone does, well played. Except, that didn’t go well for TFK did it? Naw, where the fuck is he right now? Oh yeah, looking for the next group of dudes he can blow so they will accept him into their stable.
I DESTROYED THE HOLLYWOOD ELITE
SINGLE FUCKING HANDILY!!!!!
SINGLE FUCKING HANDILY!!!!!
Don’t believe me, I ran rough shot through them, I dominated those bitches so hard that Kidsgrove ducked me like I was a limbo stick passing by. What have you done? I’d hold my breath but then we both know that would be bad. Truth is Kyle I did suck, I was losing matches left and right, but that changed. I am 3-1 in singles competition in my last four matches, I beat down TFK, Shadowlove, and Ryan Lockhart.
WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE?!?!?!?!
Let me tell you what you have accomplished in the AW……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. Shit I can’t think of a single goddamn thing that you have done in the AW that was worth a shit. No joke, I spent hours the other day combing through the history of the AW and outside of a short lived gift wrapped US title reign, you have accomplished dick in the AW.
That wasn’t enough though, I went through hours upon hours of your promos, I did my research and you know what I discovered? You are the most boring mother fucker on the planet. I would rather…
WATCH PAINT DRY
THEN WATCH YOUR PROMOS!!!!!
THEN WATCH YOUR PROMOS!!!!!
Maybe that is your talent, your skill inside the ring. You intend to get me into the ring and bore me to fucking death. Hope I fall the fuck asleep, we all know the fans do when you are in the ring, why not your opponent too right? I mean fuck, I have seen more personality on a fucking painted rock than in your promos. Part of me wants to help you, but we both know there is no helping you!
MIMES WOULD BE MORE ENTERTAINING!!!!!
My final suggestion Kyle, just walk away, walk away and don’t ever come back. The reality is you have about as much chance of ever being worth a shit in the AW as a rock does of growing legs, sprouting arms, and learning to talk. You are overmatched, outgunned, outsmarted, and woefully under prepared for what is coming your way this week. Do us all a favor…
JUST GO AWAY!!!!
FRIDAY
The van pulled up to the curb, Ryan stepped out, followed by Susan, the two of them nodded and went separate ways along the sidewalk. Karen avenue and Joe W. Brown road were well known in the Vegas area as a part of town you don’t go, unless you are looking for a bad night. Tonight, Ryan was looking for just that.
As he rounded a corner, he saw Susan make the same turn and he began making his way down the small alley. Susan stopped as a group of men approached her. “What do we have here?” the largest of the men said.
Susan backed up hands in the air. “I don’t want any trouble.” She said. “I am lost, just trying to find my way back to the strip.”
“We have a strip you can attend.” The big man said again, a sick smile and wink following.
“I....” Susan held her purse out. “Just take it, please I don’t want trouble.”
“But you found it, so why not enjoy it?” The big man said, the two men behind him laughing.
“Problem?” Ryan’s words floated in from behind, and the two men behind the big man spun around to see him.
“Pound sand old man.” The youngest looking man said with a head nod.
“It isn’t nice to not answer a question. So I ask again, problem?” Ryan slid a few more steps forward.
“No, no problem, not yet atleast.” The youngest man said defiantly.
Ryan smiled wide at defiance in his voice, and the man shuddered with fear. Ryan’s eyes seemed to glow a soft red, and the other man took off running, leaving a puddle behind. “He’s the smart one, but then you never have been that bright have you Lyle?”
“How did you know my name?” The youngest man began to freak out, he turned to the bigger man, who had now taken an interest in what was happening, never seeing that Susan was slipping away and had turned and walked off.
“It is my job Lyle, I know all about that time with your cousin in the pool, you know the time that he said he wouldn’t tell anyone about?” Ryan smiled.
“Fuck this, I’m out.” Lyle began to walk away, but Ryan grabbed his arm.
“You had your chance to go.” Ryan winked and stared hard at Lyle, the man's body going rigid and falling forward to the ground. As Ryan’s attention turned to the big man he could see the utter fear that filled the man’s eyes.
“I...I…” The big man stammered.
“RUN!” Ryan said with a deep throaty tone, and the man did as commanded, out into the street where a passing car slammed hard into him, the driver the man who had already fled the scene. Ryan knelt at the window as the man sat visibly shaking, and winked at him before walking away.
What do you know about me
Am I alive
Can I see
What's happening around me
Put me down
Without even speaking
Forever thinking
You couldn't understand