Post by Eno Redrum on Nov 24, 2009 3:23:15 GMT -5
Okay, so it was five years ago, and I'm out driving. It's hot. Summer, I think, so really humid. And the mosquitoes are buzzing throughout the night and they are getting on my nerves as they slam into my windshield. Then I come across this ugly old field and decide to stop and get out. Actually it was more of a swamp or marsh than it was a field. Probably more than a few snakes and alligators hiding in the tall grass, but I've never been one who is afraid of reptiles. In fact, I think they're pretty awesome, and I've found that if you respect their space, they'll usually respect yours. Even so, I'm careful as I walk through the field and when I come out here. I have a trail pretty well etched out, and I try to keep to it, especially at night. Of course, I have my gun, and a couple of sharp knives, should anything unexpected happen.
You always have to guard against the unexpected.
Somebody should have told that to this girl.
The main part of the house isn't much, a couple of small rooms, empty of course. I had to supple the cot, which was kind of tricky although, I won't get into any of those details now. Suffice to say, I managed it all by myself, which is the way I usually do things. There's a tiny kitchen, but the appliances have been ripped out, and there's no running water in the taps. The same is true of the bathroom and its filthy toilets, its once white seat cracked right down the middle. Wouldn't want to sit on that thing, that's for sure.
I've thoughtfully provided the girl with a plastic bucket, should she need to relieve herself. It sits in a corner to the left of the door. She kicked it earlier, when she was flailing around, so right now it's lying on its side at the other end of the room. Maybe she doesn't realize yet what it's for.
The first girl chose to ignore it altogether. She simply lifted up her skirt and squatted right there on the floor. Not that she had to hike her skirt very far. It was ridiculously short, it could have passed for a belt, which I guess was the look she was going for, strictly Hooker City. Of course, she wasn't wearing any panties, which was pretty disgusting. Some might say she was no better than an animal, although not me. No way I'd say that. Why? Because it disrespects the animals. To say that girl was a pig is to slander the pig. Which, of course, is why I chose her. I knew no one would miss her. I knew no one would mourn her. I knew no one would come looking for her.
But that's a story for another time.
So when we last tuned in to the wonderful world of T.W.D. Promos, we found our Island Crusader, JahMon had been kidnapped and now lays in a hospital bed. He had disappeared without a trace and then reappeared in a hospital just as effortlessly as he disappeared.
Is this a magic show? Is he Chris Angel and can appear and disappear as he wishes?
Or is he Patty Hearst? A kidnap victim of his/her own demise?
Who is JahMon Rastafari?
Is he the same wrestler we have watched climb to the top of the mountain over and over only to fall short of the ultimate goal? Always playing the role of the lovable loser since the inception of the T.W.D?
I mean here is a man that spent the greater part of the T.W.D.'s first year headlining PPVs and losing to the hands of people such as Eno, Marcus and Kingpin. Now he is been demoted to nothing more than the open match against the likes of me.
Granted, the difference between JahMon and myself is I have been a champion and the reason for my demoting is simply because The Moderators have a hard on about keeping me out of the limelight.
So tell me JahMon, how does it feel to be no better than the new guys that have just joined this federation? How does it feel to far so far from grace that you are nothing more than an after thought when the PPV has long since been over? To know that you will be forgotten just as soon as the next match starts?
Don't worry my friend, this time around people won't forget you because they won't forget what it is that I do to you. How I break you even more than you have already been broken. How you become the bitch of the man that was once considered the butt of all the jokes here in the T.W.D.
It isn't because I don't like you JahMon. My personal feelings for you have nothing to do with this. This is strictly business and since my return, I have been all about business. I just don't think you have the killer instinct it takes to get the job done. And if you don't have the killer instinct, you simply end up killed.
See you soon JahMon. Kiss, kiss!
You always have to guard against the unexpected.
Somebody should have told that to this girl.
The main part of the house isn't much, a couple of small rooms, empty of course. I had to supple the cot, which was kind of tricky although, I won't get into any of those details now. Suffice to say, I managed it all by myself, which is the way I usually do things. There's a tiny kitchen, but the appliances have been ripped out, and there's no running water in the taps. The same is true of the bathroom and its filthy toilets, its once white seat cracked right down the middle. Wouldn't want to sit on that thing, that's for sure.
I've thoughtfully provided the girl with a plastic bucket, should she need to relieve herself. It sits in a corner to the left of the door. She kicked it earlier, when she was flailing around, so right now it's lying on its side at the other end of the room. Maybe she doesn't realize yet what it's for.
The first girl chose to ignore it altogether. She simply lifted up her skirt and squatted right there on the floor. Not that she had to hike her skirt very far. It was ridiculously short, it could have passed for a belt, which I guess was the look she was going for, strictly Hooker City. Of course, she wasn't wearing any panties, which was pretty disgusting. Some might say she was no better than an animal, although not me. No way I'd say that. Why? Because it disrespects the animals. To say that girl was a pig is to slander the pig. Which, of course, is why I chose her. I knew no one would miss her. I knew no one would mourn her. I knew no one would come looking for her.
But that's a story for another time.
So when we last tuned in to the wonderful world of T.W.D. Promos, we found our Island Crusader, JahMon had been kidnapped and now lays in a hospital bed. He had disappeared without a trace and then reappeared in a hospital just as effortlessly as he disappeared.
Is this a magic show? Is he Chris Angel and can appear and disappear as he wishes?
Or is he Patty Hearst? A kidnap victim of his/her own demise?
Who is JahMon Rastafari?
Is he the same wrestler we have watched climb to the top of the mountain over and over only to fall short of the ultimate goal? Always playing the role of the lovable loser since the inception of the T.W.D?
I mean here is a man that spent the greater part of the T.W.D.'s first year headlining PPVs and losing to the hands of people such as Eno, Marcus and Kingpin. Now he is been demoted to nothing more than the open match against the likes of me.
Granted, the difference between JahMon and myself is I have been a champion and the reason for my demoting is simply because The Moderators have a hard on about keeping me out of the limelight.
So tell me JahMon, how does it feel to be no better than the new guys that have just joined this federation? How does it feel to far so far from grace that you are nothing more than an after thought when the PPV has long since been over? To know that you will be forgotten just as soon as the next match starts?
Don't worry my friend, this time around people won't forget you because they won't forget what it is that I do to you. How I break you even more than you have already been broken. How you become the bitch of the man that was once considered the butt of all the jokes here in the T.W.D.
It isn't because I don't like you JahMon. My personal feelings for you have nothing to do with this. This is strictly business and since my return, I have been all about business. I just don't think you have the killer instinct it takes to get the job done. And if you don't have the killer instinct, you simply end up killed.
See you soon JahMon. Kiss, kiss!
