Post by lukesavage on Sept 26, 2008 22:16:02 GMT -5
*Savage is lying on a couch. He looks out to nowhere. He starts to speak, as a sharply dressed female psychiatrist readies herself to take notes*
Savage: My name is Luke Savage, and I am an addict.
"Hi Luke. But this isn't AA, this is a psychiatrist's office."
Savage: I was addicted to many things. Sex, for one. Also, wrestling and the hope of one day obtaining the title. And I am starting to think I have an issue in the friends I pick, like Luger, but I'll deal with him later in this promo.
"Who the hell is Luger? And what do you mean promo?"
Savage: He's my new stable mate, or last I heard he was.
"Then why would you and your stable mate have issues if you are supposed to be on the same team?"
Savage: Because he has yet to fully grasp what it means to be a "Porn God," such as myself.
"Did he beat you?"
Savage: No. We have never fought one another, but this week I am facing his mentor so to speak. But he tends to look down on me. I think he thinks I am some prima-donna bitch, all of that. Maybe I will just leave him or Alexis a nice nut deposit in their locker room before the next show.
"Nut deposit?"
Savage: Semen. I get a lot of trim if you don't know sweetheart. I thought Luger could actually rival me, with a little help from the "Porn God" of course. Actually I thought it was kinda cool to find a new friend with some of the same intrests as I, and by that I mean women.
"So, it seems that something has changed. What?"
Savage: I have changed, and he has changed. I haven't been myself for some time. But he.......he's just fucking thrown me to the side. Basically become my worst enemy because he thinks Justin york has more potential than I do. Last time I checked, I was undefeated in the TWD and I own several awards from the Porn Industry and get more action than Shaka Sho'Nuff can drop the "N" word in a promo.
"How does that make you feel?"
Savage: Alone. Misunderstood. Horny. That last one is always there by the way. I guess I feel left out. I think he is only after Tiffany and that bothers me. Not that I think she would leave, but none the less I want to be appreciated for what I can do in the ring and what I bring to this stable of ours.
"And what is it you bring?"
Savage: Well, I bring Tiffany for starters and all the great pieces of ass she seems to round up on a daily basis. God it is great to have a woman that can pick up just as much ass as you can, if not more. Besides that though, I bring fresh blood and evidentally an undefeated streak that no one else in our stable has. What more can I do?
"Are you sincere? Do you yourself believe that? Do you yourself think Luger is just using you?"
Savage: Yeah, all he gives a damn about is getting in Tuiffany's pants, but trust me, that will never happen. Not in a million years. Unless I tell her to then she would gladly do it if she thought it was what I wanted.
"Aren't you also focused on panties, Mr. I get a lot of pussy?"
Savage: No, I'm interested in what those panties are covering. But, that's besides the point. You seem to be driving at something?
"In fact, I am. I am thinking that YOU, not he, have alienated yourself. You haven't been able to handle him as the #1 Contender, and you're jealous."
Savage: No! I mean, I'm not jealous.
"No, I think you are jealous. Seems like where he is now, is where you want to be. You're on a big win streak and no one seems to even notice? You're use to being the center of attention? Now, he has all your things"
Savage: No. Please....stop.
"I think you know these things, and you secretly hate him for that. You're behaving quite childish over something that really wasn't in your control. I suggest you just get over it, because until you do, you'll never be as good of stable mates as you think you should be."
Savage: It's not like that, I swear.....
"It is like that. I know it."
*Savage quickly snatches up, and rushes the psychiatrist, who begins to let out a yelp before abruptly coming to a halt after being shoved into a wall. Savage stands there, one tear coming out of his eye, completely in a controlled rage.*
Savage: FINE!!! You want me to admit it? Huh? Yes, I'm jealous. I'm jealous of him. I AM JEALOUS OF LUGER!. Are you happy, now? Is this what you wanted? I doubt it. But this wasn't what I wanted. Since you dragged it out of me, yes, it eats at me that he is the #1 Contender. It eats at me that he wants a piece of Tiffany and may stop at nothing to get it.
"But....But..."
Savage: No Buts!! Say something! How is it that I am the one with the problem when it is him and the rest of the stable that have absolutely nothing to do with me unless Tiffany is around?
"I guess..."
Savage: Fuck guessing!! Answer the question.
*The psychiatrist hesitates*
Savage: ANSWER THE QUESTION OR GO THROUGH A WALL!!!!
*(tears starting to flow, as some security guards bust down the door) Y----you may have a point*
Savage: Really? Smartest thing you said all session. Get the fuck out of my sight, bitch.
*The psychiatrist gains some backbone*
"This is MY office! You leave or I press charges!!"
Savage: Oh look, the calvary shows up and you gain some courage.
*Savage leaves, and we next see him in a store buying some Red Bull. He grabs a can, and leaves without paying for it, shaking it up. The store-owner hops over the counter and tries to stop him*
Storeowner: Hey!! That's 2.50, come ba-
*Savage fires the can at the Store keep, striking him in the face. The impact knocks him out, and the can bursts from the impact. Savage calmly steps over him, and gets another can of Red Bull, also stealing it. He walks outside, and opens it. He takes a big gulp, and pours some out on the ground.*
Savage: For my opponent, AK. I am sorry for what I am about to do. Will you forgive me? Besides, it's all Luger's fault. Had he not ignored me and turned his back on me I would never have had to do what I am going to do to you in the ring just to make a point.
Savage: My name is Luke Savage, and I am an addict.
"Hi Luke. But this isn't AA, this is a psychiatrist's office."
Savage: I was addicted to many things. Sex, for one. Also, wrestling and the hope of one day obtaining the title. And I am starting to think I have an issue in the friends I pick, like Luger, but I'll deal with him later in this promo.
"Who the hell is Luger? And what do you mean promo?"
Savage: He's my new stable mate, or last I heard he was.
"Then why would you and your stable mate have issues if you are supposed to be on the same team?"
Savage: Because he has yet to fully grasp what it means to be a "Porn God," such as myself.
"Did he beat you?"
Savage: No. We have never fought one another, but this week I am facing his mentor so to speak. But he tends to look down on me. I think he thinks I am some prima-donna bitch, all of that. Maybe I will just leave him or Alexis a nice nut deposit in their locker room before the next show.
"Nut deposit?"
Savage: Semen. I get a lot of trim if you don't know sweetheart. I thought Luger could actually rival me, with a little help from the "Porn God" of course. Actually I thought it was kinda cool to find a new friend with some of the same intrests as I, and by that I mean women.
"So, it seems that something has changed. What?"
Savage: I have changed, and he has changed. I haven't been myself for some time. But he.......he's just fucking thrown me to the side. Basically become my worst enemy because he thinks Justin york has more potential than I do. Last time I checked, I was undefeated in the TWD and I own several awards from the Porn Industry and get more action than Shaka Sho'Nuff can drop the "N" word in a promo.
"How does that make you feel?"
Savage: Alone. Misunderstood. Horny. That last one is always there by the way. I guess I feel left out. I think he is only after Tiffany and that bothers me. Not that I think she would leave, but none the less I want to be appreciated for what I can do in the ring and what I bring to this stable of ours.
"And what is it you bring?"
Savage: Well, I bring Tiffany for starters and all the great pieces of ass she seems to round up on a daily basis. God it is great to have a woman that can pick up just as much ass as you can, if not more. Besides that though, I bring fresh blood and evidentally an undefeated streak that no one else in our stable has. What more can I do?
"Are you sincere? Do you yourself believe that? Do you yourself think Luger is just using you?"
Savage: Yeah, all he gives a damn about is getting in Tuiffany's pants, but trust me, that will never happen. Not in a million years. Unless I tell her to then she would gladly do it if she thought it was what I wanted.
"Aren't you also focused on panties, Mr. I get a lot of pussy?"
Savage: No, I'm interested in what those panties are covering. But, that's besides the point. You seem to be driving at something?
"In fact, I am. I am thinking that YOU, not he, have alienated yourself. You haven't been able to handle him as the #1 Contender, and you're jealous."
Savage: No! I mean, I'm not jealous.
"No, I think you are jealous. Seems like where he is now, is where you want to be. You're on a big win streak and no one seems to even notice? You're use to being the center of attention? Now, he has all your things"
Savage: No. Please....stop.
"I think you know these things, and you secretly hate him for that. You're behaving quite childish over something that really wasn't in your control. I suggest you just get over it, because until you do, you'll never be as good of stable mates as you think you should be."
Savage: It's not like that, I swear.....
"It is like that. I know it."
*Savage quickly snatches up, and rushes the psychiatrist, who begins to let out a yelp before abruptly coming to a halt after being shoved into a wall. Savage stands there, one tear coming out of his eye, completely in a controlled rage.*
Savage: FINE!!! You want me to admit it? Huh? Yes, I'm jealous. I'm jealous of him. I AM JEALOUS OF LUGER!. Are you happy, now? Is this what you wanted? I doubt it. But this wasn't what I wanted. Since you dragged it out of me, yes, it eats at me that he is the #1 Contender. It eats at me that he wants a piece of Tiffany and may stop at nothing to get it.
"But....But..."
Savage: No Buts!! Say something! How is it that I am the one with the problem when it is him and the rest of the stable that have absolutely nothing to do with me unless Tiffany is around?
"I guess..."
Savage: Fuck guessing!! Answer the question.
*The psychiatrist hesitates*
Savage: ANSWER THE QUESTION OR GO THROUGH A WALL!!!!
*(tears starting to flow, as some security guards bust down the door) Y----you may have a point*
Savage: Really? Smartest thing you said all session. Get the fuck out of my sight, bitch.
*The psychiatrist gains some backbone*
"This is MY office! You leave or I press charges!!"
Savage: Oh look, the calvary shows up and you gain some courage.
*Savage leaves, and we next see him in a store buying some Red Bull. He grabs a can, and leaves without paying for it, shaking it up. The store-owner hops over the counter and tries to stop him*
Storeowner: Hey!! That's 2.50, come ba-
*Savage fires the can at the Store keep, striking him in the face. The impact knocks him out, and the can bursts from the impact. Savage calmly steps over him, and gets another can of Red Bull, also stealing it. He walks outside, and opens it. He takes a big gulp, and pours some out on the ground.*
Savage: For my opponent, AK. I am sorry for what I am about to do. Will you forgive me? Besides, it's all Luger's fault. Had he not ignored me and turned his back on me I would never have had to do what I am going to do to you in the ring just to make a point.