Post by Eno Redrum on Nov 22, 2009 13:11:20 GMT -5
Now the accommodations I have made for my "guest" aren't all that bad, considering. I mean I haven't buried her in an underground coffin or thrown her into some snake-and-rat-infested hole. She hasn't been stuffed into some airless closet or chained to a stake atop a nest of fire ants. Her arms haven't been bound behind her back; there's no gag in her mouth; her legs are free to traverse the room. If it's a little warmer than she might like, she can blame that on Texas. I mean, it does stay pretty warm here year round. If I had a choice in the matter I would have opted for air-conditioning, as would any sane individual, but one takes what one can get, and in this case, what I could get was this: a dilapidated old house at the edge of a long neglected field in the middle of a swamp on the border of Texas and Louisiana.
The middle of nowhere.
Sometimes being stuck in the middle of nowhere can be a blessing in disguise, although I know at least two girls who would disagree.
I discovered this house about five years ago. The people who built it had long since abandoned it, and termites, mold, and dry rot had pretty much taken over. Far as I can tell, no one's made any attempt to claim the land or tear this old place down. It costs money to demolish things, after all, even more to erect something in its place, and I seriously doubt that anything worth growing would grow here, so what would be the point? Anyway, I stumbled upon it by accident one morning when I was out driving, trying to clear my head. I'd been having some problems on the home front and it seemed like everything was closing in on me, so I decided the best thing to do was just remove myself from the situation altogether. I've always been like that, a bit of a loner. Don't like confrontations, don't like to share my feelings all that much. Not that anyone was ever much interested in my feelings.
Anyway, that's the proverbial water under the bridge. No point brooding about it now, or living in the past. Live for today, that's my motto. Or die for it. As the case may be.
Die for today?
I like the sound of that.
I find it interesting that my opponent at Devil's Dance is Jahmon and he has been kidnapped as of late. Guess the storyline writers couldn't have written it any better seeing how my current situation deals with the same material. Maybe the wrestling planets aligned and the wretling gods had this in mind all along? Who knows? Who cares? There is work to be done and it is almost time.
So tell me JahMon, was your captive as nice to you as I have been to my lovely beauty so far? Did they feed you, clothes you, give you restroom facilities? Or did they treat you harshly/. Did they make you feel as if you had no hope and that the end was near?
I like my way better. Give the captive a sense of security and hope and then just when they think things are going to be alright, you snatch the rug out from under them and watch them plummet to their demise. That is showmanship! That is award winning!
So JahMon, you have faced Marcus and failed.
You have faced Kingpin and failed.
And of course everyone knows about your battles with Eno, I mean let's face it you won't let us forget, and you lost those two.
Now you face me and believe me I am a lot scarier than my former collegues. I have seen what lies within the shadows of society and I can honestly say that I have embraced it and become one with it. Tell me JahMon, what besides losing have you embraced?
Ever since I came to the TWD I have been the bane of all the jokes. I even crafted myself after them in an effort to market myself and I must say I did a damn good job of it. Still, I was always on the outside looking in. Never part of the group so to speak.
So I took time away, much like you but only I was not held captive, and reinvented myself. I did away with the "ha-ha" and replaced it with the "dark and sinister." I had to decide what was most important to me. Did I want to be accept4ed or did I want to rule? I chose the later of the two.
So starting at Devil's Dance I will begin to make an example of each person I face, the first being you. You think Eno and the rest of those JENT idiots did a number on you? Just wait until I get done with you.
I will show you what it means to truly be beaten. When I am done with you there will be nothing for you to cry "foul" about. I will destroy you and make you question your very existence here in the TWD, in the wrestling world period.
And if you want to look for someone to blame for what I plan on doing to you, you can blame The Moderators and the way they have treated me since my return. They say shit rolls down hill and they have given me a ton of crap. Guess you just happen to be at the bottom lof that hill and it will all land on you come Devil's Dance.
Until then. . . . . . . Kiss, kiss!
The middle of nowhere.
Sometimes being stuck in the middle of nowhere can be a blessing in disguise, although I know at least two girls who would disagree.
I discovered this house about five years ago. The people who built it had long since abandoned it, and termites, mold, and dry rot had pretty much taken over. Far as I can tell, no one's made any attempt to claim the land or tear this old place down. It costs money to demolish things, after all, even more to erect something in its place, and I seriously doubt that anything worth growing would grow here, so what would be the point? Anyway, I stumbled upon it by accident one morning when I was out driving, trying to clear my head. I'd been having some problems on the home front and it seemed like everything was closing in on me, so I decided the best thing to do was just remove myself from the situation altogether. I've always been like that, a bit of a loner. Don't like confrontations, don't like to share my feelings all that much. Not that anyone was ever much interested in my feelings.
Anyway, that's the proverbial water under the bridge. No point brooding about it now, or living in the past. Live for today, that's my motto. Or die for it. As the case may be.
Die for today?
I like the sound of that.
I find it interesting that my opponent at Devil's Dance is Jahmon and he has been kidnapped as of late. Guess the storyline writers couldn't have written it any better seeing how my current situation deals with the same material. Maybe the wrestling planets aligned and the wretling gods had this in mind all along? Who knows? Who cares? There is work to be done and it is almost time.
So tell me JahMon, was your captive as nice to you as I have been to my lovely beauty so far? Did they feed you, clothes you, give you restroom facilities? Or did they treat you harshly/. Did they make you feel as if you had no hope and that the end was near?
I like my way better. Give the captive a sense of security and hope and then just when they think things are going to be alright, you snatch the rug out from under them and watch them plummet to their demise. That is showmanship! That is award winning!
So JahMon, you have faced Marcus and failed.
You have faced Kingpin and failed.
And of course everyone knows about your battles with Eno, I mean let's face it you won't let us forget, and you lost those two.
Now you face me and believe me I am a lot scarier than my former collegues. I have seen what lies within the shadows of society and I can honestly say that I have embraced it and become one with it. Tell me JahMon, what besides losing have you embraced?
Ever since I came to the TWD I have been the bane of all the jokes. I even crafted myself after them in an effort to market myself and I must say I did a damn good job of it. Still, I was always on the outside looking in. Never part of the group so to speak.
So I took time away, much like you but only I was not held captive, and reinvented myself. I did away with the "ha-ha" and replaced it with the "dark and sinister." I had to decide what was most important to me. Did I want to be accept4ed or did I want to rule? I chose the later of the two.
So starting at Devil's Dance I will begin to make an example of each person I face, the first being you. You think Eno and the rest of those JENT idiots did a number on you? Just wait until I get done with you.
I will show you what it means to truly be beaten. When I am done with you there will be nothing for you to cry "foul" about. I will destroy you and make you question your very existence here in the TWD, in the wrestling world period.
And if you want to look for someone to blame for what I plan on doing to you, you can blame The Moderators and the way they have treated me since my return. They say shit rolls down hill and they have given me a ton of crap. Guess you just happen to be at the bottom lof that hill and it will all land on you come Devil's Dance.
Until then. . . . . . . Kiss, kiss!
