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Post by Wade Mason on Jan 12, 2010 3:38:40 GMT -5
[Single Match] Trent Townsend Vs. Magnum
Limit: 2 Each Maximum First Deadline: Saturday January 16th at 11:59pm EST Final Deadline: Sunday January 17th at 11:59pm EST
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Post by Trent Townsend on Jan 12, 2010 12:37:51 GMT -5
"God Torrie do you even know where the fuck we are going? I'm freezing here!" I yelled.
"Yes, I know exactly where we are going. I told you I've been here like a thousand times. I know this guy in and out." She retorted.
The only thing I could do was believe her. She knew her way around the drug scene more than I did. It was her, after all, who pulled me into the drug culture and it was her, after all, who convinced me to leave my middle class comfortable life to live a life of constant partying and orgies. I sighed and continued to follow her. I couldn't help but to notice how skinny she was getting. To be honest, it scared me. It made me think she was partying too much with the candy. Maybe she was spun.
"You're getting too skinny." I blurted out.
"I'm not getting too skinny. It's you that's getting too fat. Don't think I haven't noticed, especially in bed. It's all that damn beer you drink." She laughed and quickened her pace.
I quickened my pace behind her. I was getting fat? That was impossible. I had upped my work out time by thirty minutes when I heard my contract for the TGW came through. Okay, okay, maybe I had put on a few pounds but they would come off easily enough.
We FINALLY reached the small rather run down apartment Torrie had been talking about all fucking afternoon. We walked into the door and started our journey up the stairway. At apartment C2 we stopped and Torrie knocked with the back of her hand. There was no answer.
"Great. I knew it. I drag my ass out in the cold for nothing. He's not even here." I said.
"You are so impatient. You've got to give me time." She sighed with frustration before she knocked again.
"Who is it?" I heard a voice inside.
"It's just Torrie Jake."
I heard the clasp to the door come undone and the door opened. Torrie grinned and I felt myself give a nervous grin. I didn't know the guy and frankly I didn't know what we were getting ourselves into.
We walked into the apartment and I was rather impressed. For such a run down building the inside of the apartment was nice. There was a leather sofa set, beautiful end tables, nice kitchen, the works. Torrie immediately took off her coat and threw it on the sofa. I kept my long black coat on, call it habit.
"You won't believe how cold it is out there." Torrie said.
"Well, it is Providence in winter. So you guys want a drink or something?" Jake replied.
"Yeah I could use a vodka." Torrie said.
"Hmm, yeah I think I'll have the same." I sure hope my nervousness wasn't spilling over too much. I didn't want this Jake guy to think I was some sort of push over.
Jake went into the kitchen to make the drinks as I took in the apartment. There was impressive artwork on the walls which were painted a off shade of white. Torrie came over to me, grabbing my hand and smiling.
"Calm down." She said sweetly.
"Hey, I'm calm as a cucumber baby." I said.
Jake reemerged from the kitchen with our drinks in his hand. He handed them to us and I found myself downing mine before I knew what I was doing.
"So you got the money?" Jake asked.
"Of course I do. I wouldn't play you Jake." Torrie answered.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out some folded bills. She handed them to Jake who immediately began to count them.
"I'm sure you'll find them all there." Torrie said.
"Good deal." Jake said. He walked across the room and opened a small drawer in one of his end tables. He pulled out a brown bag and handed it to Torrie. There it was. We were done.
Torrie smiled and grabbed her jacket from the sofa. "Well I guess we will be seeing you soon."
"Of course, of course. Hey I couldn't help but notice your friend here. Trent Townsend isn't it?"
He was singling me out. Singling me out for what I don't exactly know. "Yeah, that's right."
"I can't help but notice you look a little nervous."
"I'm not nervous. I've just got a lot on my plate right now." I replied.
"Yeah I heard all about you from Torrie here. Got a new contract from TGW, must be pretty damn proud of that." He said.
"Yeah I guess so. I mean I'm not exactly proud of my first opponent. I think I deserve someone who would be more of a challenge but I'll take what I can get for the moment. Later on I plan to work my way up and gain some gold. I mean there's no way I couldn't gain gold. I'm just that good you know." I couldn't believe I just said that. Where did this burst of confidence come from?
"Hmm, sounds like you got it all worked out." Jake replied.
"Well, I'm wrestling someone who thinks his blackness gives him and upper edge. What sort of upper edge? It sure isn't an upper edge in the ring. If anyone has the upper edge in the ring then it's me. I've got this one." I felt more and more confident as the words poured from my mouth.
"I wish you luck. I guess you guys want to get going. I'll see you all later." Jake said. It was obvious he wanted to get rid of us. Drug dealers never wanted their druggies sticking around for after business chat.
Torrie nodded and headed toward the door without saying a word. I followed after her and we left the apartment letting the door close gently behind us.
===== Ten Minutes Later =====
Torrie and I had almost reached the apartment we shared with a few friends. We were walking side by side, holding hands. Our heads were bowed because of the wind blowing in our faces. Soon it would snow.
"You think I've got a chance against this guy?" I asked out of the blue.
"You've got as good as chance as anyone. I don't know why you worry so much about stuff." She retorted.
I didn't know why I did worry. I guess it was built in. My mother worried a lot when I was younger and I guess I picked it up from her.
“Well, I haven’t exactly been in the ring in a few years and this will be my debut in this Federation. I’m sure this guy has been around the ropes for the last few years and comparing the experience may be tricky. I’m not doubting my training or experience, hear me, but I’m curious. I don’t know anything about the guy and that makes me nervous in a way. But I’m confident enough in myself to know I can hold my own with him whatever training or non-training or experience or what the fuck ever he has or hasn’t had.” “How about you think about the good time we are going to have tonight and tomorrow and maybe even the next day?” She asked.
“I have to work out tonight and tomorrow. You know that.” I said.
“And I’ve got something that will make that work out better.” She laughed.
Yeah, she did. Since I left home it was no secret I was into drugs. It was no secret I was into drinking. It beat living at my parents house where it was church every Sunday and clean cut everyday. They have lost their dreams of an ivy league son. Eh, that’s why they had two other kids. The other two can make up for my short comings.
“I can start to feel the adrenaline in my body for this match…already. I’m ready to go in there and kick ass right now.” I said.
“Good. I wish you would show it more.” Torrie said.
“I do show it. Okay, okay, sometimes I don’t but come on. You’ve got to give me a break.” I said.
“I do?” She asked with a wiry grin on her face.
I looked over at her and smiled gently. “Yeah, you do. I suppose I want to make an impact on the TGW and beating this guy may just be the key to that success. Pushing my ego aside I know I need to win this match to get the higher ups attention. I don’t know how they perceive me now but after the show they will perceive me as a true threat. I need to divert as much attention to myself as I possibly can. Blowing the dust off the turnbuckles won’t be easy but it’s something I have to do. Something inside me tells me I have to do it.”
“And you will.” Torrie reassured.
We finally reached our apartment and quickly went inside out of the cold. We raced up the steel steps to the apartment B5 and stepped inside. Our apartment wasn’t much but it was enough to sustain life. The furniture didn’t match and the TV was a little old but hey, we all made the best of it and for the most part had fun.
Torrie started rushing around the room, dancing, “I’ve got candy! I’ve got candy!”
The rest of the crew cheered. I smiled, letting myself go and allowing the worry to fall from my skin.
“It’s about time you got here.” Mike said.
“I know. It took us for fucking every. It’s cold outside too.” Torrie added. Marie kept her seat on the couch and yawned. That was the thing with Marie. You could never impress her. She was always bored. I took off my long jacket and threw it somewhere. Where I don’t know. I went to the coffee table taking a seat on the floor and thinking to myself.
Being matched up against the man who seemed to be self indulgent and rather ridiculous didn’t set well with me. I thought I deserved better. But, whatever comes my way I am more than ready to take.
“Okay, you guys want to do it right now or tonight?” Torrie asked.
“Doesn’t matter to me.” Marie answered.
“I say tonight. Right now I’m going to the gym. I’ve got to get a work out in.” I said.
I pulled myself up to a standing position with my arms hanging loosely at my sides. I stared at all of them. My friends.
“Catch you all later.” I said as I walked over to the door and opened it. I didn’t bother getting my coat even though it was freezing outside. I walked out of the door.
===== 5 Minutes Later ====
I drew in a deep breath cursing myself for leaving my jacket at the apartment. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a packet of Salem Slim Lights. I lit up a cigarette and took a long draw. It flowed out of my lips like a river flowing downstream. I started my walk toward the gym. It was only five blocks away.
Facing an opponent I have no clue about. My throat was dry. My hands were sweaty. I hated this. I hated not knowing. The not knowing ate inside of me until there was hardly nothing left. Deep down inside I had to pick up the confidence to beat this man and to gain recognition for my actions. I needed time to think. I needed time to evaluate things and get things straight. Just when I thought I got things straight things would get jumbled up again and I would sigh.
I felt like I wasn’t myself anymore. I felt like I was someone else altogether. I had never felt this much focus. I had never felt this much energy radiate through my body. It was like a supernova burst into space but instead it had burst inside of me. He was mine. Purely mine.
I reached the gym and stepped inside out of the cold. I looked around to find the familiar faces that had always been there. I wiped my eyes, rubbed my face and drew in a deep breath preparing myself for a workout I wouldn’t soon forget.
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Post by magnum on Jan 16, 2010 23:47:27 GMT -5
MK Ultra// Trent likes getting anally fucked by black men.
“You have a segment to do in.. in a estimate of five minutes, you ready?”-Eagle “..Dude, what the fuck am I gonna do with Veronica and Natalie?”-Magnum “Whom?”-Eagle “Those two bi-sexual groupie chicks I have been busy fucking around with for the past several weeks. They are like horny little bastards, and I honestly do not want to waste another minute away from getting my shit wet.”-Magnum “X, at least make some sort of effort to shoot against your opponent. Obviously he has been training tremendously hard and all for the grand return of True Glory Wrestling. Which, by the way, you should be doing as well.”-Eagle “What’s True Glory Wrestling???”-Magnum “…The fucking company you negotiated a ten month contract with several weeks AGO, in advance to the public reaction of its GRAND REOPENING. The god damn federation that has people buzzing and escalating their erections further than their backbone should give them!”-Eagle “Cool story bro, anyways, I have two vaginas in the bedrooms.. And faggot wrestling right now, IN MY OPINION, is the less bit of important.”-Magnum “It’s your fucking job, Xavier, your fucking job!”-Eagle “You’re most definitely right, and seeing how you have nothing better to do.. And this Trent guy needs a reaction from me, you can be the voice that connects our ‘little dance’ this upcoming Monday.”-Magnum “I don’t even know what the fuck to say?!”-Eagle “Dude, the guy is a bi-sexual druggy who looks like a Vince McMahon semen reject. Do you seriously need anymore material? Fuck, I probably could have finished the promo with the amount of time we have spent right here.”-Magnum “..Ugh.”-Eagle ==== Well, Magnum left me here again to go fuck some bi-sexual bitches. When, in my honest opinion, he has a bi-sexual bitch he should be skull fucking right about now. Yet again though, I am stuck doing the dirty work. I honestly do not know what to say in Magnum’s defense. I refuse to praise him, because the guy is a complete douche bag, but at the same time.. Who really isn’t in the wrestling business? Politics; small dicks, steroids; give your partner a haemoid. I’m almost positively sure that Trent-eh boy here would know a lot about that sort of predicament.
But the wrestling business, it’s a tricky system nowadays isn’t it? What seems to be the case is that since your arrival in the true glory, with the surprising contract signing of ‘Trent Townsend’, the media has turned upside down. Now, don’t get me wrong, the idea of controversy being pulled towards the tgw is a fantastic publicity stunt to get us out there, and also brings in fans for my boy Magnum. But, the only fault I see in this situation is who in the bluest of gorilla fuck would give the slightest of attention towards you? Nobody knows you. You just got here. You haven’t had one single match. You come from nameless cities, companies, and useless background information that I really don’t even care to criticize you about that. I can’t even poke at that because nobody would get the fucking joke. BUT hey, you’re a nameless faggot.
WAIT! Stop the press! Trent Townsend has a 99% percent possibility of being a ‘Nameless Faggot’ because Alexis Eagle said so! We must head over towards the nearest location and find Trent to ask him his thoughts! As if his existence in life has actual value to us legitimate folks.
Trent, face the fucking facts - you abusive ’starfucker’ whore. Your career is being summed up as ‘the façade of public fashion’, but yet it is nothing but a complete cover-up for your ordinary life. The same ordinary life where you have no friends, where you cry alone at night, and where you cuddle yourself next to that cocaine splitting razor blade of yours. You must be drugged up to believe in the kind of shit you are hyping yourself up to be. Shit dude, hearing you talk as if you get ‘attacked by paparazzi’ all day only gives you sympathy. I feel sympathy towards you. This whole ‘tabloid’ business seriously has to be a gimmick, other wise, your delusions are only going to kill not only your career, but any emotive you have left in that body of yours.
Once you enter the ring this week, and Magnum strikes you down with his blackness.. The shit is going to hit the fan, bro. And I seriously do not know how you will come back from that. You can no sell it, sure. You can react with respect, sure. But either way, one way or another. This match up as we know it has only one meaning in my eyes for Trent Townsend.
Dude, you just got seriously fucked.
God, I have been hanging around Magnum for too long..
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Post by lynne on Jan 17, 2010 11:14:42 GMT -5
“I think I might have pulled something,” I said to Torrie as we walked back to the apartment.
“Oh yeah? What?” She asked.
“My thigh hurts like hell. I was on the leg press doing three hundred and I think I felt something pull.” I answered.
She snickered and shook her head. “Doing too much weight again huh? Don’t tell me we are going back to that.”
“I’m not doing too much weight. Three hundred is an easy weight for me to do. I think today I was just a little off balance. Not really paying much attention to what I was doing.” I said.
It was true. Throughout the entire workout I hadn’t paid a damn bit of attention to what I was doing. My mind was drifting to my upcoming match and how badly I sought victory. So with that racing through my mind it made it hard to pay attention to what my body was telling me. Then again, Torrie could be right and I was overdoing it again.
We walked at a slow pace in the Providence winter afternoon. It was cold but not a blistering cold that made your fingers feel like ice instead of human skin.
We reached our apartment and walked into the door. Marie was up in the kitchen looking through the fridge and Mike was hovering over the television set playing some sort of game I didn’t recognize. I threw my sports bag down beside the reclining chair and took off my jacket. I threw it across the chair and stretched out my body. It was going to be a long day, I could already tell.
Torrie took off her jacket and threw it across mine. “Guess who I found?”
“Who?” Marie asked without poking her head out of the fridge.
“I found Mr. I Can Do Three Hundred Pounds Without Hurting Myself.” Torrie mocked.
Marie finally stuck her head out of the fridge and smiled. “Oh? I thought we lost him forever.”
“Nope, I found him.” Torrie said. She patted my back in praise and a bit of irritation.
“What are you doing Marie?” I asked.
“Nothing. I was looking for something to eat but since you are back we can all go out to eat instead. I’m thinking Burger King. You guys up for that?”
“Question there Marie.” I said. “How in the hell are we going to pull Mike away from the video game?”
“We can leave him here and pick him something up. He’s hardly aware of any of our presence anyway. I’ll get my coat.”
I sighed and knew that we were soon going to be sitting in the awful atmosphere of Burger King. I hated fast food joints. They made me sick.
Dawn returned with her coat on and looked us over. “You guys not wearing your coats?” I smiled and picked up Torrie’s coat. I helped her with it and then picked my own coat up off the chair and threw it over my shoulders.
I opened the door for the two ladies and we went down the steel steps and into the Providence day. People were bustling from here to there with places to go. I wondered about them. I wondered what was on their minds and where exactly they were going. Did they lead normal lives when mine was so incredibly fucked up.
When we hit the street I took both girls by the hand and we walked down the street first in silence and then we began talking. “You opponent, or someone called Eagle spoke for him.” Torrie said.
“I realize that. I’ve been turning it over and over in my head. You know, what to say back to him. How to handle the situation. I don’t get it. He’s so big and famous or rich or whatever he is that he can’t even cut his own promos. Because he has two bisexual bitches in his bed he thinks he doesn’t have to work? What sort of attitude is that? That is the sort of attitude of someone who isn’t going to last long around here. I don’t know what makes him so dumb but it is really working.” I said. It really wasn’t what I was thinking but I allowed my thoughts to vanish like cigarette smoke in the air.
“It’s too bad he couldn’t do his own promo. I’m interested to see what this guy is all about, ya know, without the bisexual bitches and stuff.” Marie added.
“I don’t think we’ll be seeing too much of him after this match Marie. I plan to break him to pieces to where he will never want to step inside a ring again. He’s calling me a faggot? Well I’m bisexual but far from a faggot. Besides the true meaning of faggot is a bundle of sticks. He needs to graduate from his third grade education and actually get some new material. Listening to him makes my ears bleed.”
We went silent for a few more minutes, enjoying the city and the people passing by. Burger King was still four blocks away and we were walking slowly. I finally sighed.
“He’s typical. He’s what everyone expects from a professional wrestler. Aren’t the people tired of the same old thing over and over again? I know I’m sure tired of it. And he has nothing original to say to me. I’m a faggot, I’m a drug user…whatever. What does he know?” I said.
“Honestly honey, I wouldn’t worry too much about him because he seems like a push over to me.” Torrie added.
“I don’t know. I don’t know his wrestling past so I have to stay focused and alert during the match and keep my cool. I have to use skill to overcome him. Good thing I have upped my training for this match. I mean is he always this stupid or is he trying to make a special effort today?” I said.
We finally reached the Burger King seated nicely on the corner of Main and Amber street. We walked in and I was immediately taken in by the people sitting around drinking their coffee and eating their breakfast sandwiches. Something inside of me hated them but it was for unknown reasons. I brushed it off as being one of my emotional battles and walked up to the counter with Torrie and Marie by my side.
“Okay, what do you girls want?” I asked.
“I’ll have a number two with a coke.” Torrie said.
“And I’ll have a number four with a coffee.” Marie said.
“I’ll have the same.” I said as I reached into my back pocket to pull out my brown debit card. I handed it to the cute cashier girl and she swiped it and handed it back to me. We waited for what seemed like a small eternity. They were busy this morning so the food process was somewhat slow.
Finally, we got our food and found an empty booth to sit at. We took a seat. Me, by myself and Torrie and Marie seated together beside each other in front of me. We handed out the food and began to eat without saying a word. So much was weighing on my mind. I was glad to have company though. I didn’t think I could handle the morning alone.
“So whatcha thinking?” Marie asked.
“He’s confident alright. He doesn’t even bother doing his own promos.” I said.
“That could mean he’s hiding.” Torrie added.
“Or it means he doesn’t think I have a chance in hell of beating him but he’s wrong. He’s dead wrong. I do have a chance in hell of beating him and he can yell faggot and druggy all he wants that doesn’t matter. I don’t try to hide my lifestyle and have some sidekick go out and do my dirty work for me. So he can what? So he can be with some nasty ass chicks who are probably carrying every STD known to man. I bet you would get an STD by just looking at one of those chicks he is with.” I stated boldly. “Plus he isn’t original.”
“His lackey or whatever you want to call him called you a bisexual bitch.” Marie said.
“What if I am? I mean we live in 2010. Is it so damn wrong to be openly bisexual and comfortable with it? He’s the one who isn’t comfortable with himself because he has to prove he’s a man by telling the world he is always fucking two whores he picked up off some corner somewhere. He has everything to prove and I have nothing.”
“At least his lackey knew enough to call Magnum a complete douche bag which is pretty close. I don’t think I would use those exact words but I would say it’s pretty close.” I said.
“What words would you use then?” Marie said as she took a big bite out of her breakfast sandwich.
“A typical black man, a homie I guess you could say. With the baby mama drama and everything else. He seems to be more of a pimp than a wrestler. A modern day huggie bear.” I answered.
“I know a lot about the wrestling politics and all that other crap that spewed out of his mouth, yeah sure. To be honest I’ve always been the one keeping my nose clean and racking up the wins. One at a time.” I took the first bite out of my breakfast sandwich. It was only now that I realize I had been neglecting it. I then took a drink of the hot black coffee. It reminded me of a Mindless Self Indulgence lyric, “I like my coffee black just like my metal.” I smiled to myself. It’s funny how the mind can jump from one thing to another so quickly.
“Maybe people aren’t paying attention to me right now but they will. Like with everything else in the world you have to work your way up. It’s a ladder and I’m happy to start at the bottom of the ladder and climb my way to the top. And believe me I will be climbing my way to the top one way or another. As for my past that’s something he knows nothing about so he shouldn’t speak about it. He makes himself look stupid. Hell, they both make themselves look stupid. A little hint of advice there Magnum don’t let your little mind wander too far because it’s far too small to be let out on it’s own. It’s like a fucking circus. Magnum gives out the orders and his little midget goes out and performs for everyone.”
We all fell silent for a few moments. Eating and lost in our own thoughts. I knew the two girls were secretly worried about me but didn’t dare show it. It had been years since I had been in a wrestling ring and coming up against a competitor like Magnum wasn’t something I was looking forward too. They wanted to stop me. To tell me that I didn’t need to do this to prove I was a man or whatever. They wanted to say we were fine doing what we were doing, working mediocre job after mediocre job getting money for food, clothing and of course drugs. But here I had the chance to make a lot of money, not just for myself but for them. They deserved it. They had stood by my side ever since I decided to leave the false comfort of my parents home. I wasn’t just fighting for the win or to advance myself in the TGW but I was fighting for them too.
“I don’t know how many times he has to use the word faggot. He called me a nameless faggot which may be true at the moment but give it a few weeks. Give it a few weeks and I won’t be so nameless anymore.”
Torrie laughed. “Faggot.”
I smiled. “I’m not a faggot. How about a ska punk emo punk bi? Is that better? Doesn’t that sound more original?”
We finished our breakfast in the next few minutes and gathered all the garbage on our booth. I got the tray and pushed the garbage into the garbage can and placed the tray carefully on top of the can. I sighed and paused.
“You alright?” Marie asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s go home.” I said.
We were out the door in a few seconds. This time the two girls walked in front of me holding hands and locking arms, kissing each other on the cheek ever so often. I stayed behind the thinking quietly to myself.
“Do you think my existence means anything?” I asked out of the blue.
The two turned their heads to look at me. “What are you on about?” Torrie asked.
“Well the lackey or whatever said my existence meant nothing to legitimate folks like himself. Like he is a legitimate folk. Who is he kidding? I don‘t think he is a fool but what is my opinion up against thousands?” I asked.
“Yes of course your existence matters. You’re letting this guy, Eagle is his name, like the brand name of evaporated milk or something, get to you. You’ll be alright. I promise.” Marie answered.
We reached our apartment, climbed the steel steps and walked inside. As usual Mike was still hugging the television playing some video game. It was then it dawned on me we forgot to bring him back something to eat. Shit. “Oh hey Mike, we were going to bring you back something but we forgot. Sorry man.”
He looked up at me for a split second and then back at his game. “That’s alright.”
“Well girls I think I’m going to hit the shower and get cleaned up. I smell like shit.” I said.
“Yeah, we know. Don’t think we haven’t noticed.” Marie answered.
I flipped her off and went into the back of the apartment, through the bedroom and into the small bathroom we all shared. I opened the upper drawer and pulled out a black towel. I then grabbed a wash cloth and started stripping off my clothes.
I pulled my over shirt off first and then my t-shirt till I was bare chested. I looked in the mirror, placing both hands on each side of the sink and staring blankly at myself. A thousand thoughts hit my mind but I ignored each and every one of them. The only thing I could think about was Magnum and how desperately I needed to beat him.
“You cover up your fear with bitches and hoes and whatever else you can find. You don’t know what the word fear means but hell, you don’t know what a lot of words mean. It’s the same old trip as before. I’ve wrestled guys like you in the past. You say you know nothing of my past or it doesn’t matter to you, well that is a mistake on your part. See if I were you I would be researching my past because everywhere I’ve been I have been successful.”
“I know you are proud of your “blackness” as you call it which is fine by me. It sounds like Eagle is in love with you. You should invite him to one of your many orgies. I’m sure you both would have a lot of fun. You don’t know how I will bounce back after you beat me well that is easy to answer. See, you aren’t going to beat me.”
“And if I get fucked that night it won’t be by you. Although I’m sure I’m cute enough for you. Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it man. The only way I’ll get fucked is by one of my friends and not by you. See you always find yourself lost in thought and it’s unfamiliar territory for you. You shouldn’t do that to your poor brain. Brains aren’t everything, in fact in your case they are nothing.”
“You’ve found the best way to push yourself forward is to pat yourself on the back. You think you are something special but you see, I’m every person you need to be. When you talk about how good you are I don’t know if you want me to congratulate or commiserate you. I feel sorry for you Magnum. I mean I feel sorry for a lot of people but I especially feel sorry for you because you’re just like all the rest. Pig man pig man ha ha what a charade you are. Your toughness is a façade. You aren’t tough and you aren’t special.”
“It's all very well having your name in Who's Who but it's not much use if it shows up that you don't have a clue what's what. You couldn’t tell a pocket watch from your own asshole. You don’t know whether to wind your butt or wipe your watch. I prayed to God the other night to make my enemies appear ridiculous and God has granted my prayers. Look at you. Go take a long hard look in the mirror and then ask yourself. What the hell am I doing?”
"You think I'm impressed with your one night stands and groupies? I'm not. I have more important things to worry about."
“I agree with you that success turned your head. It's just a pity it didn't finish the job and wring your neck. This Monday watch your back Magnum because I’m not playing games with you and I’m not giving into your stupid blackness or whatever the hell you want to call it. And you had better get your dumbass out of bed with two dollar hookers and actually show up for this match instead of sending your little midget. Because if you don’t show up believe me I will come looking for you and the beating will be twice as bad. Just keep that in your empty head for the time being.”
I sighed to myself and turned on the shower water. Blackout.
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