YOU, FLU and DÉJÀ VU [Part 2 of 2]
Jan 8, 2020 23:54:10 GMT -5
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Post by Quixote Della Torre on Jan 8, 2020 23:54:10 GMT -5
My disturbing interaction with Jenna Bauer and Dean Wolfey at least momentarily distracted me from the torment of my virus. I muster enough strength to deliver another earth shaking soliloquy.
Geoffrey, not only's your soup poisonous diarrhoea, but you're a MENACE to the disabled community. Dean doesn't realise it because he's blinded by the trauma of his inevitable slip off this mortal coil, but I am his TRUE HOPE... No, not Lissie. Think about all the heartbreak I've confronted and surmounted - my parents, Tawny, Leviathan, now Jenna. These Make-A-Wish kids with their comparatively minor concerns should look to ME, The Caesar-weight, The Honcho of Havoc, FOUR TIME FOUR TIME FOUR TIME FOUR TIME Cruiserweight Champion for solace.
You really don't know suffering, do you, rich buffoon Geoffrey? Actually, scratch that. Surely our Tables Match gave you years of therapy fodder. So why are AW punishing you AGAIN? Cruel déjà vu! You must've done something terrible to be burdened with Round 2 on CruiserClash. No DQ, no less! Should've held true to your word and no showed. Or maybe you're being karmically fucked by the Universe for your odious soup or filthy, unwarranted privilege.
Truth is, you were pretty serviceable on Monday. A fair to middling, Baker-esque performance. Hurrah you! But it wasn't enough. The table was laid with your name on before you even arrived. From the second the QDT Show CruiserClash was announced, you were royally FORKED - stick a KNIFE in him, he's done! You were invited to my banquet but you were never going to be the guest of honour. Like every soup, at best you're a palate cleanser.
Action Wrestling HQ followed the trail and now know they have a FORTRESS to attach their flag to. I am their brand leader, the lynchpin of CruiserClash. Award winning "Future World Champion". No doubt, just a matter of time, but I'm the ruler of the second most prestigious division in the business and that's where I'm needed for now! Mr. "Biggest OMG Moment". Next year, that award's being renamed "Biggest QDT Moment". I make moments. I own moments. My moments supersede all other moments in your piteous little lives.
That's why you people abandoned me. I get it. Like when lions eventually feel the primitive compulsion to eat the trainers that reared them, fed them, gave them everything. They just adore them so much they want to CONSUME them. Matter of fact... explains why Jenna left. No one can handle their love and adoration for me. It's too intense.
Heaven knows I'm more than justified to lash out at you. But I won't. I'll be faithful. I will stand by you while you work through your fear and the all consuming self loathing you must feel in the chasm of your unworthiness.
I turn off "You", close Netflix and insert a DVD labelled "Best of Baker - SINISTER, ALPHA, Rapture Pro, IBW and more". Let's go scouting.
Aviator's flying high! Getting a nosebleed yet, Graham? You say you're coming for me. WRONG! I'm coming for you. You're clearly accomplished but the nearer you ascend towards my Cruiserweight Title, glory's fading to a dot in the distance and, little do you know, you're crashing to your peril. I wanna invite you to watch what fate befalls Geoffrey Torrance at CruiserClash to give you due warning you're entering a no fly zone. It's lonely at the top... but you can't endure the altitude sickness.
I turn it off. I've seen enough.
Back to Souperman. Last week, despite losing, you did good. You definitely came to the table. This week, I feast on you. Prepare to get canned.
KNOCK KNOCK! I labour to the door. Dean Wolfey again. What the hell?! The colour's faded from his cheeks like he's seen a ghost.
H... he was out... outside. He... g..gave me... this for... you.
A Polaroid rests upon his quivering palm. A photo of Tawny; calloused male hands wrapped round her exposed bump. Scribbles on the flipside - "MY daughter dances to my voice. Mr. Chavo Blue".
WHO WAS HE?!?!?!?!?!
Glazed over.
TELL ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He writhes and plummets out his chair, lifeless. I try to find a pulse. There is none...
Geoffrey, not only's your soup poisonous diarrhoea, but you're a MENACE to the disabled community. Dean doesn't realise it because he's blinded by the trauma of his inevitable slip off this mortal coil, but I am his TRUE HOPE... No, not Lissie. Think about all the heartbreak I've confronted and surmounted - my parents, Tawny, Leviathan, now Jenna. These Make-A-Wish kids with their comparatively minor concerns should look to ME, The Caesar-weight, The Honcho of Havoc, FOUR TIME FOUR TIME FOUR TIME FOUR TIME Cruiserweight Champion for solace.
You really don't know suffering, do you, rich buffoon Geoffrey? Actually, scratch that. Surely our Tables Match gave you years of therapy fodder. So why are AW punishing you AGAIN? Cruel déjà vu! You must've done something terrible to be burdened with Round 2 on CruiserClash. No DQ, no less! Should've held true to your word and no showed. Or maybe you're being karmically fucked by the Universe for your odious soup or filthy, unwarranted privilege.
Truth is, you were pretty serviceable on Monday. A fair to middling, Baker-esque performance. Hurrah you! But it wasn't enough. The table was laid with your name on before you even arrived. From the second the QDT Show CruiserClash was announced, you were royally FORKED - stick a KNIFE in him, he's done! You were invited to my banquet but you were never going to be the guest of honour. Like every soup, at best you're a palate cleanser.
Action Wrestling HQ followed the trail and now know they have a FORTRESS to attach their flag to. I am their brand leader, the lynchpin of CruiserClash. Award winning "Future World Champion". No doubt, just a matter of time, but I'm the ruler of the second most prestigious division in the business and that's where I'm needed for now! Mr. "Biggest OMG Moment". Next year, that award's being renamed "Biggest QDT Moment". I make moments. I own moments. My moments supersede all other moments in your piteous little lives.
That's why you people abandoned me. I get it. Like when lions eventually feel the primitive compulsion to eat the trainers that reared them, fed them, gave them everything. They just adore them so much they want to CONSUME them. Matter of fact... explains why Jenna left. No one can handle their love and adoration for me. It's too intense.
Heaven knows I'm more than justified to lash out at you. But I won't. I'll be faithful. I will stand by you while you work through your fear and the all consuming self loathing you must feel in the chasm of your unworthiness.
I turn off "You", close Netflix and insert a DVD labelled "Best of Baker - SINISTER, ALPHA, Rapture Pro, IBW and more". Let's go scouting.
Aviator's flying high! Getting a nosebleed yet, Graham? You say you're coming for me. WRONG! I'm coming for you. You're clearly accomplished but the nearer you ascend towards my Cruiserweight Title, glory's fading to a dot in the distance and, little do you know, you're crashing to your peril. I wanna invite you to watch what fate befalls Geoffrey Torrance at CruiserClash to give you due warning you're entering a no fly zone. It's lonely at the top... but you can't endure the altitude sickness.
I turn it off. I've seen enough.
Back to Souperman. Last week, despite losing, you did good. You definitely came to the table. This week, I feast on you. Prepare to get canned.
KNOCK KNOCK! I labour to the door. Dean Wolfey again. What the hell?! The colour's faded from his cheeks like he's seen a ghost.
H... he was out... outside. He... g..gave me... this for... you.
A Polaroid rests upon his quivering palm. A photo of Tawny; calloused male hands wrapped round her exposed bump. Scribbles on the flipside - "MY daughter dances to my voice. Mr. Chavo Blue".
WHO WAS HE?!?!?!?!?!
Glazed over.
TELL ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He writhes and plummets out his chair, lifeless. I try to find a pulse. There is none...