Post by diogee on Jan 6, 2023 0:30:11 GMT -5
"Can I get some water, some coffee if you got it?" Smacking my lips before adding. "I'm parched."
"Sure." The highly overdressed Detective responds as his eyes hide behind the dark sunglasses on his face. It was as if he was hiding an identity. He was a very serious type of Detective it seemed. I forgot his name and as he left, I asked his partner.
"What's his name again?"
"That's Detective Edwards and I am Detective Travis." He responded. This guy was the polar opposite of his partner. A leather jacket, like he was the less caring, open minded one of the pair. No doubt he has shot a suspect or two by 'accident'.
"Hey, I'm Cashe.." I said sarcastically as if they didn't know who I was. It was me sitting in interrogation, me who got arrested but as per usual, I wasn't to blame..
Not entirely.
"Pleasure.." Replying, this Detective Cool Cop named Travis flipped through papers in a folder sitting on the opposite side of the table from me. I didn't want to be here and this guy looked like he wanted to wake up married to a Stripper. As his partner returned, I took the can of Pepsi offered to me. Not my first choice but it would do. "Do you want to go first?" Detective Travis glances up at his partner and they exchange looks. Edwards was taking the lead.
"Can I call you Jason?" Trying to establish a personal connection with the suspect. Typical. Detective Edwards was by the book.
"You can call me Innocent." I say before taking a sip of the soda and sucking the gutter of the can lid clean because I'm not a Savage. "Can I smoke in here?"
"Cigarettes?" Detective Edwards asks.
"No.." I respond.
Detective Travis' eyes lit up like if I did have some, he'd confiscate it and it would never see the inside of the evidence room. Even his nose sniffed the air trying to smell it.
Slapping the table before I could respond, Detective Edwards wasn't about to dance around the bush. "Who had the gun? Witnesses are saying that you or Bam Miller had it. It was you two who started the fight, correct?"
"Incorrect." I slapped the table, mocking his intensity. "I got no bitch or snitch in me but I didn't have a gun and what starts a fight anyway? The one getting on my nerves and deserves to be hit or the one who throws the first punch?"
Detective Travis, who seemed comfortable sitting in the chair across from me, looks up and quickly answers. "First punch even if deserved."
"Okay then I started it." I couldn't lie about that part.
"I KNEW IT!" Again this Detective Edwards slaps his open palm down onto the table, it echoes and bounces off the walls with vibration. "You tried to gun down Bam Miller!"
I slapped the table for a second time. His eyes grew wide as if I were challenging him, insulting him. I kind of was. "No, Detective Hard of hearing, I said I didn't have a gun!"
Seeing how worked up his partner was getting, Detective Travis intervened. "Why don't we start with something else?" He says as he shuts the folder in front of him. "What is your relationship with Bam Miller?"
Scoffing. I leaned back and tried my best to get comfortable. "I hit him, he hits me. You could say there is a physical attraction between us.."
"How many names has it been Bam? How many people have you tried to beat someone that was just a few rungs higher up the ladder than your ability to climb can take you? Name ONE that you actually defeated..
West Coast Rumble was the most recent failure but Rumbles are a long shot for anyone unless you're CCPE in WGWF, then.. Heh.
MCW Tag Titles was before that right? The list keeps piling up and every time you find yourself on the losing end, we see you shrug it off like it didn't matter. Like it's cool not to care but you more than most just seem like a borrowed act you found on Television and decided to emulate. You rinse and repeat this big game TALK, hoping it provides you with big game success but has it lately? Sure hasn't for me, I can admit that, can you?
You won at Bad Medicine. You pinned Theo Pryce but like I said when I stopped by for a chat at Anarchy, you didn't beat me. You bragged about defeating a Legend, a Hall of Famer but one that is not looking to return to the ring. Not someone who the crowd has pestered for ONE MORE Match, that ship has sailed for Theo but you pranced around like you took down a Titan!
I'm not going to claim victory. I won't say that you won't beat me. I don't believe you will, I don't believe you can. What I do know is that you got to select the match. A match that Chris Page didn't even have on the fucking lineup until a few days ago and you picked the most extra match type you could think of that isn't original or gives us a personal connection to..
Where, what have you or I done up until this point to deserve a Hell in a Cell setting? What is on the line to make this match make sense? Bring a brick, bring a stick because those things will hurt me but please, for the sake of us all.. Leave your words behind the curtain because when you open your mouth to talk, to have ideas or select a match type? You make CCPE and Beckett look STUPID for backing you.."
"Wait, so you're wrestlers? Like Pro wrestling?" Detective Travis asks and snickers as he looks over at his partner. "Do you wear tights for a living?" He let out a laugh as he rested his elbows onto the table showing a sarcastic and very judgemental interest. "Isn't wrestling… Fake?"
"There are fake tits, ass, lips, hair, nails, genders, passports and I can't believe it's not butter but Wrestling? Nah, that's as real as it gets."
"Why are you in Detroit, Jason?" Detective Edwards ignores my witty response with another boring question.
"To see Bam."
"For what purpose?" My gaze turns from Edwards back to Travis as he adds in the follow up.
"I bought him a shot. We had a few drinks.."
You could see on their faces that they weren't getting the information they wanted. "We're gonna need more than that. Tell us what happened."
"Fine.." I was done playing around. The appeal to fuck with these cops ran its course. I just wanted to get high and see my Woo Saah. "What had happened was…"
With Detective Travis getting a pen, he begins taking notes. His partner was posted in the corner looking extra smooth with his Stunner Shades on.
"I was feeling generous as I often am. I decided to buy my rival, my feud, my next big match a drink! Toast to the upcoming bout and wish him well.."
"That's awfully nice of you!" Detective Edwards inserts into the conversation.
"I'm a nice guy!" I proclaim. "We get to drinking and this guy is known to put away some liquor so we were about 3-4 shots in and we get to talking about the match. How we see it going, outcomes we want and my laughter at his wishful thinking was constant! Dude is full of sheeeeeit!"
Rolling his hand, wanting to speed up the process some. Detective Travis wanted a highlighted version. "How did the fight start?"
"His mouth moved the wrong way."
"In what way?" Now Detective Edwards was again taking his turn with a question.
"Bam does this thing.." Trying to figure out the best way to describe it. "He suffers from DotM."
The look of confusion on both Detective's faces was priceless. Edwards even brought down the sunglasses from his face to give me a gaze. I finally saw his eyes. "What's that?" A logical question and I had an answer.
"Diarrhea of the Mouth."
I thought it was funny. Detective Travis laughed but it seemed as though Detective Edwards didn't find it as humorous. I continued with my telling of the event. "He just wouldn't shut up! CCPE this.. Sissy PD that.."
"Wait, what is CCPE?" Detective Edwards asked.
"Pretty sure he said Sissy PD? Is Bam in Law Enforcement?" Detective Travis looked shocked at the idea of it as he turned to glance at his partner. Information they should have had if it was the case.
"No, no, it's a faction. Well it's not SUPPOSED to be but what other circus gathering has a roster full of their own members and an event named after them but it's not a faction? Hell, Bam isn't even liked by the majority of those within the group and yet he uses them to showcase clout." Taking another drink from the soda they gave me. "From the moment I knew of Bam Miller, I knew him to be all talk."
"What does this have to do with what happened at the bar?" As interesting as the conversation had become, Detective Travis seemed antsy. He was doodling on the folder, the man drew a dick and it made me laugh.
"Everything." I cough to clear my throat as I try to keep the dry mouth from forming. "I bought this guy a drink. A few drinks and he has the nerve to ask me what my plans are after I lose this upcoming match?"
"Ouch. He seems confident."
"Of course he does, he has Page wanting to keep his puppet on strings and has this trainer of his, this Beckett dude calling people sunshine that tells Bam he is pretty. I'd be concerned if he didn't have confidence to speak of! I'm just telling you why he got punched in the mouth.."
"What happened after you hit him?" Now the story was coming out, this is what both Detectives wanted and waited to hear.
"I think he was about to cry! He was drinking alone when I got there, maybe he's depressed? Poor guy.."
Tapping his index finger on the surface of the table, Detective Travis was putting together his own timeline of events. "If you have an upcoming bout with him, why show up here?"
"Bam is from Detroit. It's his home. I hold no issues showing up where someone is most comfortable. I think I've proven that a few times over the years. I didn't need a gun but I won't hesitate to put two upside his head and then reload just for sport. Fuck him and the crew he represents.."
"I have a question." Detective Travis raises his hand as if I were selecting who got to ask the next one. "When is this Match?"
"January 22nd. Sissy PD versus The World."
"I've never been to a wrestling show, have you?" Travis turns and looks at his partner. Detective Edwards shakes his head, of course he hasn't. His first name is probably Chad and his idea of entertainment is when they play charity softball with the other precincts. "So how did this go from one punch to a bar room brawl?"
Honestly? I was missing a few details of the scene myself. I was so focused on Bam after throwing that first punch. I jumped up from the chair, he jumped up and everything else just fell like dominos. I tried to give them what details I could remember.
"When Bam got up, I thought he would swing back but he grabbed a chair."
"A chair?!" Detective Edwards' voice got excited. "We have witnesses that mention a chair being thrown. Bam threw it?"
"There were a lot of people and I'm sure a few chairs took flight. He lunged at me after, shoulder to midsection! I clubbed down into his back. By the time I got a look around the bar, it had erupted into a battle. Bitches went from dancing on tables and serving drinks to smashing mugs and trays across faces. Dudes were going through tables like it was an unsanctioned free for all.."
Interrupting my storytime, the door to the interrogation room opened. In walks another man, this one was in a typical Police uniform. "You can release him, we have a confession.."
Giving the table a nice slap, again in part to mock Detective Edwards from earlier, I shout. "Hot damn! I told you it wasn't my fault!" Standing up, I stretched with a smile on my face that painted frowns on both Detectives.
"You're free to go.." Detective Travis tells me with a dragging dread to his voice. Leaving the Interrogation room, I felt a sense of freedom. Like I had served a sentence and was heading out into the world again but no sooner as I piled out into the hallway with the Detectives do I see a familiar face.
"Hey Bam Bam!" I hollered out as Bam Miller was also being released from questioning. He turned to me and I could see the sigh leave his chest in an exhale as I approached him. "Did they do a cavity search?" I leaned in closer as my eyes scanned around the immediate area. "I may have told them you hid the gun in your prison purse!" My laughter was not shared by Bam. He shoves me, I stumble back as cops swarm into separate us.
"Fuck you Cashe! I'll see you on the 22nd!" He talks big now that the cops are between us. My smile couldn't get any bigger as I nod back to him and respond.
"Who knows.. Maybe we'll run into each other again before then.."
"GET THEM OUT OF HERE!" A deep voiced Officer demanded as hands were all over me. Shoving, pulling as they kept us apart. I wasn't about to scrap in a Police Station but these cops were for him not me. I was sure of that much. I watched Bam leave the building. I was ready to leave as well. When they finally let me leave, I half hoped to find Bam outside but as I stepped out and felt the light of the rising moon fall down upon me, I found no sign of Bam Miller.
"You should feel special. Special in the sense that it takes a deep rooted dislike for someone or what they represent in order for me to chase them.. I'm chasing you. I have had half a mind to come to the various companies where you work, show up and cause you problems. That would be too easy though!
I'm trying to be a good guy..
The attempt is being made but maybe I'm trying to be what I am just not meant to be. So what I need to do is show people that what they think is good is often a misconception of the truth. A lie told to save face in reality because I have said plenty that I am not a good guy. Yet when compared to the tactics and cheap advances that CCPE represents? How can I not be one of the ones that fans cheer for?
I should be pissed!
You have me stepping into the ring for an Event hosted by XWF lite. I'm not concerned with the borrow based promotion who has all but poached talent like they were the new OCW. At least with OCW, they had the BALLS to not turn cowardly whenever the heat gets applied too much..
Does our match even count towards this Team Battle that is supposed to take place at the end of the night with all the winners of the previous matches? What if there is a landslide during the night and CCPE doesn't win a single match? Not that I'm concerned with all of that, I couldn't give a pebble's worth of shit about some concept that Chris Page pulls out of his vagina to try and gain more notoriety. He is a sensitive nipple and the ship he is steering is as large as the Titanic but soon, with everyone still onboard.. There will be an iceberg to help tip, sink and snap it in half.
Bam, you wanted Hell in a Cell? I'll bring a Cell to Hell and pose with you for a selfie like you were a game trophy that I hunted down and shot in the fucking face! All you have to do is be faster than my trigger finger because if I pull that trigger in this match? It will be one more shrugging gif you have to tweet to show that in the end, it didn't really matter.
In fact the ONLY thing I can gain from beating you is the sheer PLEASURE of watching you twitch into unconsciousness as I stand over you like giraffe dick. Really between you, Elijah and that big dumb Abomination, Holden Ross? Sissy PD has shown me that he plays favorites and none of you are big investments to him.
To think.. This all started because I said no. If I had signed to CCPE, he wouldn't have needed what amounts to actors playing the role of tough guy. I just hope that you're ready to settle for stuntman because I might send you flying off the top or through a Hell in a Cell.."
"JASON!" The voice called for me and cut me out of my zoned out stare. Sitting on a bench at a nearby bus stop, I wasn't looking to catch a bus. I was waiting for my ride. Turning to the right, I saw that it was here and he was approaching.
"Theo! About fucking time.."
"Sure." The highly overdressed Detective responds as his eyes hide behind the dark sunglasses on his face. It was as if he was hiding an identity. He was a very serious type of Detective it seemed. I forgot his name and as he left, I asked his partner.
"What's his name again?"
"That's Detective Edwards and I am Detective Travis." He responded. This guy was the polar opposite of his partner. A leather jacket, like he was the less caring, open minded one of the pair. No doubt he has shot a suspect or two by 'accident'.
"Hey, I'm Cashe.." I said sarcastically as if they didn't know who I was. It was me sitting in interrogation, me who got arrested but as per usual, I wasn't to blame..
Not entirely.
"Pleasure.." Replying, this Detective Cool Cop named Travis flipped through papers in a folder sitting on the opposite side of the table from me. I didn't want to be here and this guy looked like he wanted to wake up married to a Stripper. As his partner returned, I took the can of Pepsi offered to me. Not my first choice but it would do. "Do you want to go first?" Detective Travis glances up at his partner and they exchange looks. Edwards was taking the lead.
"Can I call you Jason?" Trying to establish a personal connection with the suspect. Typical. Detective Edwards was by the book.
"You can call me Innocent." I say before taking a sip of the soda and sucking the gutter of the can lid clean because I'm not a Savage. "Can I smoke in here?"
"Cigarettes?" Detective Edwards asks.
"No.." I respond.
Detective Travis' eyes lit up like if I did have some, he'd confiscate it and it would never see the inside of the evidence room. Even his nose sniffed the air trying to smell it.
Slapping the table before I could respond, Detective Edwards wasn't about to dance around the bush. "Who had the gun? Witnesses are saying that you or Bam Miller had it. It was you two who started the fight, correct?"
"Incorrect." I slapped the table, mocking his intensity. "I got no bitch or snitch in me but I didn't have a gun and what starts a fight anyway? The one getting on my nerves and deserves to be hit or the one who throws the first punch?"
Detective Travis, who seemed comfortable sitting in the chair across from me, looks up and quickly answers. "First punch even if deserved."
"Okay then I started it." I couldn't lie about that part.
"I KNEW IT!" Again this Detective Edwards slaps his open palm down onto the table, it echoes and bounces off the walls with vibration. "You tried to gun down Bam Miller!"
I slapped the table for a second time. His eyes grew wide as if I were challenging him, insulting him. I kind of was. "No, Detective Hard of hearing, I said I didn't have a gun!"
Seeing how worked up his partner was getting, Detective Travis intervened. "Why don't we start with something else?" He says as he shuts the folder in front of him. "What is your relationship with Bam Miller?"
Scoffing. I leaned back and tried my best to get comfortable. "I hit him, he hits me. You could say there is a physical attraction between us.."
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"How many names has it been Bam? How many people have you tried to beat someone that was just a few rungs higher up the ladder than your ability to climb can take you? Name ONE that you actually defeated..
West Coast Rumble was the most recent failure but Rumbles are a long shot for anyone unless you're CCPE in WGWF, then.. Heh.
MCW Tag Titles was before that right? The list keeps piling up and every time you find yourself on the losing end, we see you shrug it off like it didn't matter. Like it's cool not to care but you more than most just seem like a borrowed act you found on Television and decided to emulate. You rinse and repeat this big game TALK, hoping it provides you with big game success but has it lately? Sure hasn't for me, I can admit that, can you?
You won at Bad Medicine. You pinned Theo Pryce but like I said when I stopped by for a chat at Anarchy, you didn't beat me. You bragged about defeating a Legend, a Hall of Famer but one that is not looking to return to the ring. Not someone who the crowd has pestered for ONE MORE Match, that ship has sailed for Theo but you pranced around like you took down a Titan!
I'm not going to claim victory. I won't say that you won't beat me. I don't believe you will, I don't believe you can. What I do know is that you got to select the match. A match that Chris Page didn't even have on the fucking lineup until a few days ago and you picked the most extra match type you could think of that isn't original or gives us a personal connection to..
Where, what have you or I done up until this point to deserve a Hell in a Cell setting? What is on the line to make this match make sense? Bring a brick, bring a stick because those things will hurt me but please, for the sake of us all.. Leave your words behind the curtain because when you open your mouth to talk, to have ideas or select a match type? You make CCPE and Beckett look STUPID for backing you.."
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"Wait, so you're wrestlers? Like Pro wrestling?" Detective Travis asks and snickers as he looks over at his partner. "Do you wear tights for a living?" He let out a laugh as he rested his elbows onto the table showing a sarcastic and very judgemental interest. "Isn't wrestling… Fake?"
"There are fake tits, ass, lips, hair, nails, genders, passports and I can't believe it's not butter but Wrestling? Nah, that's as real as it gets."
"Why are you in Detroit, Jason?" Detective Edwards ignores my witty response with another boring question.
"To see Bam."
"For what purpose?" My gaze turns from Edwards back to Travis as he adds in the follow up.
"I bought him a shot. We had a few drinks.."
You could see on their faces that they weren't getting the information they wanted. "We're gonna need more than that. Tell us what happened."
"Fine.." I was done playing around. The appeal to fuck with these cops ran its course. I just wanted to get high and see my Woo Saah. "What had happened was…"
With Detective Travis getting a pen, he begins taking notes. His partner was posted in the corner looking extra smooth with his Stunner Shades on.
"I was feeling generous as I often am. I decided to buy my rival, my feud, my next big match a drink! Toast to the upcoming bout and wish him well.."
"That's awfully nice of you!" Detective Edwards inserts into the conversation.
"I'm a nice guy!" I proclaim. "We get to drinking and this guy is known to put away some liquor so we were about 3-4 shots in and we get to talking about the match. How we see it going, outcomes we want and my laughter at his wishful thinking was constant! Dude is full of sheeeeeit!"
Rolling his hand, wanting to speed up the process some. Detective Travis wanted a highlighted version. "How did the fight start?"
"His mouth moved the wrong way."
"In what way?" Now Detective Edwards was again taking his turn with a question.
"Bam does this thing.." Trying to figure out the best way to describe it. "He suffers from DotM."
The look of confusion on both Detective's faces was priceless. Edwards even brought down the sunglasses from his face to give me a gaze. I finally saw his eyes. "What's that?" A logical question and I had an answer.
"Diarrhea of the Mouth."
I thought it was funny. Detective Travis laughed but it seemed as though Detective Edwards didn't find it as humorous. I continued with my telling of the event. "He just wouldn't shut up! CCPE this.. Sissy PD that.."
"Wait, what is CCPE?" Detective Edwards asked.
"Pretty sure he said Sissy PD? Is Bam in Law Enforcement?" Detective Travis looked shocked at the idea of it as he turned to glance at his partner. Information they should have had if it was the case.
"No, no, it's a faction. Well it's not SUPPOSED to be but what other circus gathering has a roster full of their own members and an event named after them but it's not a faction? Hell, Bam isn't even liked by the majority of those within the group and yet he uses them to showcase clout." Taking another drink from the soda they gave me. "From the moment I knew of Bam Miller, I knew him to be all talk."
"What does this have to do with what happened at the bar?" As interesting as the conversation had become, Detective Travis seemed antsy. He was doodling on the folder, the man drew a dick and it made me laugh.
"Everything." I cough to clear my throat as I try to keep the dry mouth from forming. "I bought this guy a drink. A few drinks and he has the nerve to ask me what my plans are after I lose this upcoming match?"
"Ouch. He seems confident."
"Of course he does, he has Page wanting to keep his puppet on strings and has this trainer of his, this Beckett dude calling people sunshine that tells Bam he is pretty. I'd be concerned if he didn't have confidence to speak of! I'm just telling you why he got punched in the mouth.."
"What happened after you hit him?" Now the story was coming out, this is what both Detectives wanted and waited to hear.
"I think he was about to cry! He was drinking alone when I got there, maybe he's depressed? Poor guy.."
Tapping his index finger on the surface of the table, Detective Travis was putting together his own timeline of events. "If you have an upcoming bout with him, why show up here?"
"Bam is from Detroit. It's his home. I hold no issues showing up where someone is most comfortable. I think I've proven that a few times over the years. I didn't need a gun but I won't hesitate to put two upside his head and then reload just for sport. Fuck him and the crew he represents.."
"I have a question." Detective Travis raises his hand as if I were selecting who got to ask the next one. "When is this Match?"
"January 22nd. Sissy PD versus The World."
"I've never been to a wrestling show, have you?" Travis turns and looks at his partner. Detective Edwards shakes his head, of course he hasn't. His first name is probably Chad and his idea of entertainment is when they play charity softball with the other precincts. "So how did this go from one punch to a bar room brawl?"
Honestly? I was missing a few details of the scene myself. I was so focused on Bam after throwing that first punch. I jumped up from the chair, he jumped up and everything else just fell like dominos. I tried to give them what details I could remember.
"When Bam got up, I thought he would swing back but he grabbed a chair."
"A chair?!" Detective Edwards' voice got excited. "We have witnesses that mention a chair being thrown. Bam threw it?"
"There were a lot of people and I'm sure a few chairs took flight. He lunged at me after, shoulder to midsection! I clubbed down into his back. By the time I got a look around the bar, it had erupted into a battle. Bitches went from dancing on tables and serving drinks to smashing mugs and trays across faces. Dudes were going through tables like it was an unsanctioned free for all.."
Interrupting my storytime, the door to the interrogation room opened. In walks another man, this one was in a typical Police uniform. "You can release him, we have a confession.."
Giving the table a nice slap, again in part to mock Detective Edwards from earlier, I shout. "Hot damn! I told you it wasn't my fault!" Standing up, I stretched with a smile on my face that painted frowns on both Detectives.
"You're free to go.." Detective Travis tells me with a dragging dread to his voice. Leaving the Interrogation room, I felt a sense of freedom. Like I had served a sentence and was heading out into the world again but no sooner as I piled out into the hallway with the Detectives do I see a familiar face.
"Hey Bam Bam!" I hollered out as Bam Miller was also being released from questioning. He turned to me and I could see the sigh leave his chest in an exhale as I approached him. "Did they do a cavity search?" I leaned in closer as my eyes scanned around the immediate area. "I may have told them you hid the gun in your prison purse!" My laughter was not shared by Bam. He shoves me, I stumble back as cops swarm into separate us.
"Fuck you Cashe! I'll see you on the 22nd!" He talks big now that the cops are between us. My smile couldn't get any bigger as I nod back to him and respond.
"Who knows.. Maybe we'll run into each other again before then.."
"GET THEM OUT OF HERE!" A deep voiced Officer demanded as hands were all over me. Shoving, pulling as they kept us apart. I wasn't about to scrap in a Police Station but these cops were for him not me. I was sure of that much. I watched Bam leave the building. I was ready to leave as well. When they finally let me leave, I half hoped to find Bam outside but as I stepped out and felt the light of the rising moon fall down upon me, I found no sign of Bam Miller.
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"You should feel special. Special in the sense that it takes a deep rooted dislike for someone or what they represent in order for me to chase them.. I'm chasing you. I have had half a mind to come to the various companies where you work, show up and cause you problems. That would be too easy though!
I'm trying to be a good guy..
The attempt is being made but maybe I'm trying to be what I am just not meant to be. So what I need to do is show people that what they think is good is often a misconception of the truth. A lie told to save face in reality because I have said plenty that I am not a good guy. Yet when compared to the tactics and cheap advances that CCPE represents? How can I not be one of the ones that fans cheer for?
I should be pissed!
You have me stepping into the ring for an Event hosted by XWF lite. I'm not concerned with the borrow based promotion who has all but poached talent like they were the new OCW. At least with OCW, they had the BALLS to not turn cowardly whenever the heat gets applied too much..
Does our match even count towards this Team Battle that is supposed to take place at the end of the night with all the winners of the previous matches? What if there is a landslide during the night and CCPE doesn't win a single match? Not that I'm concerned with all of that, I couldn't give a pebble's worth of shit about some concept that Chris Page pulls out of his vagina to try and gain more notoriety. He is a sensitive nipple and the ship he is steering is as large as the Titanic but soon, with everyone still onboard.. There will be an iceberg to help tip, sink and snap it in half.
Bam, you wanted Hell in a Cell? I'll bring a Cell to Hell and pose with you for a selfie like you were a game trophy that I hunted down and shot in the fucking face! All you have to do is be faster than my trigger finger because if I pull that trigger in this match? It will be one more shrugging gif you have to tweet to show that in the end, it didn't really matter.
In fact the ONLY thing I can gain from beating you is the sheer PLEASURE of watching you twitch into unconsciousness as I stand over you like giraffe dick. Really between you, Elijah and that big dumb Abomination, Holden Ross? Sissy PD has shown me that he plays favorites and none of you are big investments to him.
To think.. This all started because I said no. If I had signed to CCPE, he wouldn't have needed what amounts to actors playing the role of tough guy. I just hope that you're ready to settle for stuntman because I might send you flying off the top or through a Hell in a Cell.."
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"JASON!" The voice called for me and cut me out of my zoned out stare. Sitting on a bench at a nearby bus stop, I wasn't looking to catch a bus. I was waiting for my ride. Turning to the right, I saw that it was here and he was approaching.
"Theo! About fucking time.."