Do You Think It Is Proportional
Jan 26, 2020 18:14:23 GMT -5
Lissie Hope, Ms Anicka Swan, and 3 more like this
Post by Roger Wright on Jan 26, 2020 18:14:23 GMT -5
I like the way that I make you itch
And all the reasons I give you to bitch
And how I make you wanna scream in pain
And feel your life is just a losing game
We see Roger sitting in a booth at a fancy restaurant, he leaned back, both arms spread out across the back of the booth, a wry smile of satisfaction on his face. The view circles around onto the front of him, his closed eyes opening slowly and his lips parting as he begins to speak.
We pretend everyday that nothing bothers us, try and hold that fear we all have deep down as far as we can. Maybe you are afraid you will get caught doing something wrong, or like KOS you are afraid of getting into the ring with a man that you know you cannot beat. Either way, we hide it, we tuck it down, we feel it though tugging at us, pulling us towards it, forcing us to come face to face with it. Fear is a bitch, it makes us do some crazy things, and holds us back from the greatness that we all want.
Don’t worry, this isn’t a lecture on how I don’t have fear. Far from it, I just don’t let fear ruin me, I use it as a motivation, as a tool to make myself better in each and everything I do. That is what separates me from the KOS’s of the world, the Lissie Hopes, or anyone else that steps through the ropes of a wrestling ring. Unlike everyone else, I have felt the crushing defeat, I have lost battles to the fear of having them, and I don’t want to feel that again. So that is my fear, it’s not losing a match, it is losing to fear!
I like the way that you let me in
The way you look when the walls cave in
I like the way that your stomach knots
And how you cry for it all to stop
It was nice getting to play friendly with KOS for the last few weeks, we won a match together, we acted like all things would be great. But when we crawl through those ropes, when the bell rings, there won’t be a friendship. It will be me across the ring from him, one goal on my mind, and that is beating him worse that he wants to beat me. Because this is business, and as George Carlin says, when two business men sit down to discuss a deal they are just trying to fuck the other one over harder and faster than the other guy can fuck them. So KOS, when we get into the ring just know, it’s not personal, it’s just business.
That’s how simple it is KOS, you have something that I want. If you were smart you would have called some people, got some info on me, maybe asked around. But you were no doubt to busy coming down to the ring to do commentary for my match this week. Spending too much time on what you would say while I was in the ring, trying to take the spotlight from me. Because that is what you do, you take the spotlight from others, but deep down inside you are afraid, afraid that you can’t take the spotlight from me.
No one has silenced me since I arrived in AW, and you won’t be the first to do it. It’s ok though, you don’t need to feel bad about failing, it happens to all of us at some point. Truth be told it really isn’t even your fault KOS, the AW set you up for this failure, because you have nothing to gain in this match, nothing at all. You win, so what, you are still U.S. Champion with a World title shot in your back pocket, me, well I get a bump because I took you to the limit.
Should you lose? Oh now that is where the wheels come off isn’t it? Lose to me and people start talking, questioning whether you have what it takes, they start asking how you could lose to the new guy, to a guy that has only been in the organization for a few months. The tough questions come at you, the self doubt creeps in, you even begin to question your own abilities. So I don’t envy you, because what I represent for you, is so much worse that what you represent for me.
I like the way that you fool yourself
And make believe there's nobody else
I like the way that you stand in line
And beg salvation from the empty skies
Now you can talk it up, put it out there like this match isn’t important for you, or it will be a cake walk, but then we both know that isn’t true. This match is vital for you, it has to go the right way else you will be going forward with no momentum. If you can’t beat me, how could you possibly beat Odin, or any other champion for that matter. You need this match more than I do, deep down inside you feel it, you know it, and you are afraid of it.
So that brings us to the question of the hour, what are you going to do in the face of fear? Will you wither to it, will you crumble before it, or will you manage to overcome it and show the world something? I think the latter option just isn’t in you KOS, but I dare you to prove me wrong, I’ll be the guy standing across the ring from you at Revolution, and when it’s over I will be the guy walking out with the U.S. Title.
Roger gave a subtle wink before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he released a soft moan that caused a few of the diners to look his way. Moments passed and across the table from him Anicka appeared from under the table, wiping her lips as she positioned herself better in the booth.
“Did you just cut a promo while Ani was under the table cowboy?” Anicka stared hard at Roger, her face neither saying she was mad or happy about the answer.
“What can I say, you inspire me beautiful.” Roger winked just as the server approached the table.
“Will there be any dessert tonight?” He asked.
Roger smiled wide as he looked at Anicka. “I think she has already had enough cream filling.”
“Very good sir.” The server said as he set the bill down in front of Roger. Before the server could leave, Roger handed him his card and watched as the man walked away with it.
“So what else do you have on the agenda tonight cowboy?” Anicka asked with a smile on her face.
“The night is young beautiful, very young.” Roger winked at her as the scene faded out.
LATER THAT NIGHT
Roger and Anicka approached the Lincoln memorial. Both of them stopped at the base and stared up at the giant sculpture. “Imagine how big his dick must be.” Anicka said.
“Here we are, standing in front of a statue commemorating one of the greatest presidents, and you are concerned with how big the statues penis is?” Roger looked at her with a smile on his face.
“Ani just wants to know if it is proportional.” Anicka winked as she rushed forward and climbed up the leg of the monument. “Ani thinks the cowboy should take a picture.” She yelled as she straddled his lap.
Roger fumbled for his phone as he laughed at Anicka bouncing up and down on the lap of the Lincoln monument. He snapped a few shots and a short video. Roger smiled wide as she continued to make obscene gestures and motions on the statue, and he continued to take short videos and pictures.
I like the things that you try to fake
And your face when I see you break
And that you say you will pray for me
You realize you are prey for me
Is it all sinking in yet KOS? Do you feel that twinge in your chest, that itch in your brain, that fear that you can’t just hide? You can keep denying it, keep holding it down, but we both know that it is there. You can tell the world how you respect me, or how you hate me, or whatever you need to tell them. But in the end you know the truth about what is coming your way. There is no hiding from me, there is no getting away from what I represent, and shortly you will have to face that fear that you wish wasn’t there.
Because that is how it is, to me you are nothing more than a deer. Prancing around and strutting like you are something special to behold, and I am the hunter, stalking you, lining you up for the shot and just biding his time to take it. For me it is hunting season, and the ranges are open, so prance around, think you have some kind of control over you fate. Nothing will make me feel better about taking you down than knowing that you thought it wasn’t going to happen.
I like the way you stay on attack
No matter what, I keep coming back
And how you try to hold me down
But you end up driven to the ground
When you see the mistake that you have made it will be too late, there will be no coming back from it. You can try and push through it, try and get at me the best you want, keep coming for me in that ring, but you like everyone else will find out there is no quit in me. I am coming to that ring to take everything from you KOS, not because I hate you, but because that is what I am here to do.
I have one singular goal in the AW, and that is to show the world how great I am, and it starts with you. So do you best to beat me, to keep me down, but know that each time I get up, I will keep coming, and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it. Because this isn’t about you, it isn’t about your title, it isn’t about your perceived level of importance in the Aw, it’s about me, about what I want, what I am here to do.
Don't want no revenge
Ain't no pay back time
It ain't called getting even
Here comes the reckoning day
You are just the start KOS, the first ladder on the rung of accomplishments for me, the first victim in my quest. I am here to show the AW what a real professional looks like, what greatness is. When I am done I don’t need a handshake or a thank you, I am not doing it for you, I am doing it for everyone that watches wrestling. I am doing it for the fans that have been given false gods to believe in and force fed lies from the top of this industry.
I implore you KOS, be ready for what is coming, do your homework, because I have done mine, and I won’t be holding back when that bell rings. I will come for you full throttle, and there is nothing you can do to stop it. See you soon, and make sure you polish up my title.
Roger put his phone into his pocket as Anicka climbed down off the statue. “Have fun beautiful?” He asked as she approached.
Anicka stepped up and grabbed Roger between the legs. “Not yet, but Ani plans to.” She winked at Roger who simply smiled and then leaned in to kiss her.
THE NEXT DAY
Shane pushed open the door to Roger’s hotel room. “You in here?” He asked, knowing that it was probably both Roger and Anicka, and not wanting to cause any problems. “Hello?” He now yelled as he stepped into the room after receiving no response. As he moved through the short hallway Shane came to a stop. There on a wooden contraption stood Roger, completely naked bound and gagged in an X position.
“Mmmmrrrmrmrmrrmmmr.” Roger tried to speak but nothing came out but weird grunt noises as he squirmed on the device.
“Do I...no, no I fucking don’t.” Shane began to turn and leave.
“MMMRMRMRMRMRRRRMMMM.” Roger protested even more causing shane to stop and turn to look at his friend.
“I shouldn’t, I really shouldn’t.” Shane said as he stepped forward and removed the gag from Roger’s mouth.
“About fucking time. Were you really going to just walk out of here?” Roger asked as he motioned to his arms.
“Yes, yes I was going to walk out of here, I honestly am tired of finding you like this Roger. I mean, come on.” Shane just shook his head as he released Roger’s right hand and stepped back.
“It isn’t as bad as it looks.” Roger protested as he used his free hand to release his other hand.
“You have a huge match with KOS, and here you are bound to some sex torture device, and you want to tell me it isn’t as bad as it looks?” Shane shook his head.
“Ok so maybe it looks bad, but we all have different ways of preparing.” Roger protested as he released his legs and stepped forward, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.
“Where the hell is she?” Shane asked.
“She went with Allison to train for their match.” Roger replied.
“So she goes off to train for her big match and leaves you...you know what, fuck it, no, I am out.” Shane shook his head and left the room, slamming the door behind him.
Standing back up, Roger moved for the shower of the hotel room, turned the water on and climbed in. He emerged 10 minutes later, wearing a towel around his waist. The door to his hotel room swung open and Shane stepped back in.
“You know what, you need to get your shit together.” Shane yelled at Roger. “That woman is a god damn bad influence on you, and you have a young daughter at home. So you need to decide what the hell is going on and get it together because we both know if you don’t this shit is going to crash and burn and take you down with it.”
“I love her.” Roger replied as he slipped into a pair of jeans and pulled a shirt over his head.
“Well……” Shane couldn’t figure out just what to say in response. “I….” Again he trailed off.
“Yeah, she makes me feel free Shane. I know it’s weird, but she unlocked something in me that I didn’t even know what there, I feel so free with her, in ways that I never knew were possible. I can’t imagine not being with her, it’s like, I don’t know, it’s corny, but it’s like she is the Yin to my Yang.” Roger replied.
“I understand.” Shane said. “Just be careful.” He gave Roger a pat on the shoulder. “And make sure you are ready for KOS.” The words floated into the room as Shane again shut the door and exited.
Roger sat down on the bed and exhaled a deep breath. “I am more than ready Shane, you know that better than anyone else, and KOS will find out just how ready I always am.”
The scene fades out as Roger slowly stands up, checks his phone and puts his trusty brown cowboy hat on.
And all the reasons I give you to bitch
And how I make you wanna scream in pain
And feel your life is just a losing game
We see Roger sitting in a booth at a fancy restaurant, he leaned back, both arms spread out across the back of the booth, a wry smile of satisfaction on his face. The view circles around onto the front of him, his closed eyes opening slowly and his lips parting as he begins to speak.
We pretend everyday that nothing bothers us, try and hold that fear we all have deep down as far as we can. Maybe you are afraid you will get caught doing something wrong, or like KOS you are afraid of getting into the ring with a man that you know you cannot beat. Either way, we hide it, we tuck it down, we feel it though tugging at us, pulling us towards it, forcing us to come face to face with it. Fear is a bitch, it makes us do some crazy things, and holds us back from the greatness that we all want.
Don’t worry, this isn’t a lecture on how I don’t have fear. Far from it, I just don’t let fear ruin me, I use it as a motivation, as a tool to make myself better in each and everything I do. That is what separates me from the KOS’s of the world, the Lissie Hopes, or anyone else that steps through the ropes of a wrestling ring. Unlike everyone else, I have felt the crushing defeat, I have lost battles to the fear of having them, and I don’t want to feel that again. So that is my fear, it’s not losing a match, it is losing to fear!
I like the way that you let me in
The way you look when the walls cave in
I like the way that your stomach knots
And how you cry for it all to stop
It was nice getting to play friendly with KOS for the last few weeks, we won a match together, we acted like all things would be great. But when we crawl through those ropes, when the bell rings, there won’t be a friendship. It will be me across the ring from him, one goal on my mind, and that is beating him worse that he wants to beat me. Because this is business, and as George Carlin says, when two business men sit down to discuss a deal they are just trying to fuck the other one over harder and faster than the other guy can fuck them. So KOS, when we get into the ring just know, it’s not personal, it’s just business.
That’s how simple it is KOS, you have something that I want. If you were smart you would have called some people, got some info on me, maybe asked around. But you were no doubt to busy coming down to the ring to do commentary for my match this week. Spending too much time on what you would say while I was in the ring, trying to take the spotlight from me. Because that is what you do, you take the spotlight from others, but deep down inside you are afraid, afraid that you can’t take the spotlight from me.
No one has silenced me since I arrived in AW, and you won’t be the first to do it. It’s ok though, you don’t need to feel bad about failing, it happens to all of us at some point. Truth be told it really isn’t even your fault KOS, the AW set you up for this failure, because you have nothing to gain in this match, nothing at all. You win, so what, you are still U.S. Champion with a World title shot in your back pocket, me, well I get a bump because I took you to the limit.
Should you lose? Oh now that is where the wheels come off isn’t it? Lose to me and people start talking, questioning whether you have what it takes, they start asking how you could lose to the new guy, to a guy that has only been in the organization for a few months. The tough questions come at you, the self doubt creeps in, you even begin to question your own abilities. So I don’t envy you, because what I represent for you, is so much worse that what you represent for me.
I like the way that you fool yourself
And make believe there's nobody else
I like the way that you stand in line
And beg salvation from the empty skies
Now you can talk it up, put it out there like this match isn’t important for you, or it will be a cake walk, but then we both know that isn’t true. This match is vital for you, it has to go the right way else you will be going forward with no momentum. If you can’t beat me, how could you possibly beat Odin, or any other champion for that matter. You need this match more than I do, deep down inside you feel it, you know it, and you are afraid of it.
So that brings us to the question of the hour, what are you going to do in the face of fear? Will you wither to it, will you crumble before it, or will you manage to overcome it and show the world something? I think the latter option just isn’t in you KOS, but I dare you to prove me wrong, I’ll be the guy standing across the ring from you at Revolution, and when it’s over I will be the guy walking out with the U.S. Title.
Roger gave a subtle wink before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he released a soft moan that caused a few of the diners to look his way. Moments passed and across the table from him Anicka appeared from under the table, wiping her lips as she positioned herself better in the booth.
“Did you just cut a promo while Ani was under the table cowboy?” Anicka stared hard at Roger, her face neither saying she was mad or happy about the answer.
“What can I say, you inspire me beautiful.” Roger winked just as the server approached the table.
“Will there be any dessert tonight?” He asked.
Roger smiled wide as he looked at Anicka. “I think she has already had enough cream filling.”
“Very good sir.” The server said as he set the bill down in front of Roger. Before the server could leave, Roger handed him his card and watched as the man walked away with it.
“So what else do you have on the agenda tonight cowboy?” Anicka asked with a smile on her face.
“The night is young beautiful, very young.” Roger winked at her as the scene faded out.
LATER THAT NIGHT
Roger and Anicka approached the Lincoln memorial. Both of them stopped at the base and stared up at the giant sculpture. “Imagine how big his dick must be.” Anicka said.
“Here we are, standing in front of a statue commemorating one of the greatest presidents, and you are concerned with how big the statues penis is?” Roger looked at her with a smile on his face.
“Ani just wants to know if it is proportional.” Anicka winked as she rushed forward and climbed up the leg of the monument. “Ani thinks the cowboy should take a picture.” She yelled as she straddled his lap.
Roger fumbled for his phone as he laughed at Anicka bouncing up and down on the lap of the Lincoln monument. He snapped a few shots and a short video. Roger smiled wide as she continued to make obscene gestures and motions on the statue, and he continued to take short videos and pictures.
I like the things that you try to fake
And your face when I see you break
And that you say you will pray for me
You realize you are prey for me
Is it all sinking in yet KOS? Do you feel that twinge in your chest, that itch in your brain, that fear that you can’t just hide? You can keep denying it, keep holding it down, but we both know that it is there. You can tell the world how you respect me, or how you hate me, or whatever you need to tell them. But in the end you know the truth about what is coming your way. There is no hiding from me, there is no getting away from what I represent, and shortly you will have to face that fear that you wish wasn’t there.
Because that is how it is, to me you are nothing more than a deer. Prancing around and strutting like you are something special to behold, and I am the hunter, stalking you, lining you up for the shot and just biding his time to take it. For me it is hunting season, and the ranges are open, so prance around, think you have some kind of control over you fate. Nothing will make me feel better about taking you down than knowing that you thought it wasn’t going to happen.
I like the way you stay on attack
No matter what, I keep coming back
And how you try to hold me down
But you end up driven to the ground
When you see the mistake that you have made it will be too late, there will be no coming back from it. You can try and push through it, try and get at me the best you want, keep coming for me in that ring, but you like everyone else will find out there is no quit in me. I am coming to that ring to take everything from you KOS, not because I hate you, but because that is what I am here to do.
I have one singular goal in the AW, and that is to show the world how great I am, and it starts with you. So do you best to beat me, to keep me down, but know that each time I get up, I will keep coming, and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it. Because this isn’t about you, it isn’t about your title, it isn’t about your perceived level of importance in the Aw, it’s about me, about what I want, what I am here to do.
Don't want no revenge
Ain't no pay back time
It ain't called getting even
Here comes the reckoning day
You are just the start KOS, the first ladder on the rung of accomplishments for me, the first victim in my quest. I am here to show the AW what a real professional looks like, what greatness is. When I am done I don’t need a handshake or a thank you, I am not doing it for you, I am doing it for everyone that watches wrestling. I am doing it for the fans that have been given false gods to believe in and force fed lies from the top of this industry.
I implore you KOS, be ready for what is coming, do your homework, because I have done mine, and I won’t be holding back when that bell rings. I will come for you full throttle, and there is nothing you can do to stop it. See you soon, and make sure you polish up my title.
Roger put his phone into his pocket as Anicka climbed down off the statue. “Have fun beautiful?” He asked as she approached.
Anicka stepped up and grabbed Roger between the legs. “Not yet, but Ani plans to.” She winked at Roger who simply smiled and then leaned in to kiss her.
THE NEXT DAY
Shane pushed open the door to Roger’s hotel room. “You in here?” He asked, knowing that it was probably both Roger and Anicka, and not wanting to cause any problems. “Hello?” He now yelled as he stepped into the room after receiving no response. As he moved through the short hallway Shane came to a stop. There on a wooden contraption stood Roger, completely naked bound and gagged in an X position.
“Mmmmrrrmrmrmrrmmmr.” Roger tried to speak but nothing came out but weird grunt noises as he squirmed on the device.
“Do I...no, no I fucking don’t.” Shane began to turn and leave.
“MMMRMRMRMRMRRRRMMMM.” Roger protested even more causing shane to stop and turn to look at his friend.
“I shouldn’t, I really shouldn’t.” Shane said as he stepped forward and removed the gag from Roger’s mouth.
“About fucking time. Were you really going to just walk out of here?” Roger asked as he motioned to his arms.
“Yes, yes I was going to walk out of here, I honestly am tired of finding you like this Roger. I mean, come on.” Shane just shook his head as he released Roger’s right hand and stepped back.
“It isn’t as bad as it looks.” Roger protested as he used his free hand to release his other hand.
“You have a huge match with KOS, and here you are bound to some sex torture device, and you want to tell me it isn’t as bad as it looks?” Shane shook his head.
“Ok so maybe it looks bad, but we all have different ways of preparing.” Roger protested as he released his legs and stepped forward, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.
“Where the hell is she?” Shane asked.
“She went with Allison to train for their match.” Roger replied.
“So she goes off to train for her big match and leaves you...you know what, fuck it, no, I am out.” Shane shook his head and left the room, slamming the door behind him.
Standing back up, Roger moved for the shower of the hotel room, turned the water on and climbed in. He emerged 10 minutes later, wearing a towel around his waist. The door to his hotel room swung open and Shane stepped back in.
“You know what, you need to get your shit together.” Shane yelled at Roger. “That woman is a god damn bad influence on you, and you have a young daughter at home. So you need to decide what the hell is going on and get it together because we both know if you don’t this shit is going to crash and burn and take you down with it.”
“I love her.” Roger replied as he slipped into a pair of jeans and pulled a shirt over his head.
“Well……” Shane couldn’t figure out just what to say in response. “I….” Again he trailed off.
“Yeah, she makes me feel free Shane. I know it’s weird, but she unlocked something in me that I didn’t even know what there, I feel so free with her, in ways that I never knew were possible. I can’t imagine not being with her, it’s like, I don’t know, it’s corny, but it’s like she is the Yin to my Yang.” Roger replied.
“I understand.” Shane said. “Just be careful.” He gave Roger a pat on the shoulder. “And make sure you are ready for KOS.” The words floated into the room as Shane again shut the door and exited.
Roger sat down on the bed and exhaled a deep breath. “I am more than ready Shane, you know that better than anyone else, and KOS will find out just how ready I always am.”
The scene fades out as Roger slowly stands up, checks his phone and puts his trusty brown cowboy hat on.