Post by Marcus T on Jun 25, 2008 22:25:47 GMT -5
I have been waiting for you Mr. Icon. Do you not know this is for a main event slot? That means so much to so many, and here you are pissing it away, letting it go down the drain.
What is going on in your head?
Women?
is it men?
Is it false hope in religon?
or... Do you no longer have insperation on your side?
I don't do what I do cause I like playing mind games, I do what I do cause like your god, I want to send a message to get your attention.
You might consider me a stalker as I watch you drive off in your car to go train.
You might consier me convict as I race across the back yard with a tool in my hand, in order to unlock your back door and storm your empty house for stuff.
I'm not playing mind games, I just want to talk to you. What is a good ice breaker for anyone who approches you? It is hard for some one like myself to make you out since you never show your true you. That mask hides more than a face, it hides the man. That's ok, I don't want to have some wierd match with you that states that you remove your mask if you loose. Your family pictures tells me all I need to know.
For your sake I will have the editing crew blur out your face from the viewers at home. They don't need to talk to you, I do. Unlike most wrestlers I don't take this personal. As a matter of fact, I might decide to become roomates with you while on the road. One night you take the bed and I'll take the sofa, the next night we do it in vice versa.
First and fore most I need to learn you. Do you like to drink beer? Do you like living a fast life? Do you even want to talk to me? Since you are at home I will have to make do with what you left behind.
Let's see... a bathroom full of wrestling mask. Hmmm... Now all I need is another body. The blood thirsty gaurd dog you use to protect your home would do just fine. Look at the crazy hundred pound dog wimpers. He fights for freedom as he has all fours spreaded out and chain to a bed post. I sit at your wifes vanity mirror and watch the dog sqirm side to side, fighting for his freedom.
Is this your fighting style? Is this how you plan on escaping our fight? I don't like that idea. I place once of your mask on the dog, it only fits half way, that's ok. I place one on my face and I pull of a chair next to the bed. In order to get my message to you, I must know you. I will now become you, doing this will be like you talking to yourself.
Andy: So I have a big fight coming up this week agains that new guy. I think we might be nervous.
The once vicious dog now wimpers for mercy.
Andy: I hate that kid. He thinks he is going to beat me cause his step dad is an exwrestler. I don't think so, I have Jesus on my side, I have the bible and I'm going to blast my Jesus all on the kid. That would be cool right?
More wimpering.
Andy: I feel lucky to do what I love for a living...
I stand up and put my face to the dogs face.
Andy: Don't we feel lucky? Huh.. PUNK!
Shit! The dog snaps at me and almost locks its teeth into my face. I quickly jump back. I'm starting to feel some kind of uncontrolable feeling. I think it is anger... yes... yes it is. I pull off my mask and quickly removes the dogs mask. I walk into your bath room and grab your electrical shaver. I cut it on and instantly I ask myself, just like Joker asked in Batman part one.
Andy: Where does he get all these wonderful toys?
I put my sign on the top of your dogs head. A cross that is circled and crossed out. Do you like that Batman? Huh? Is that why you wear that mask? To hide the true man? To hide feelings. You are so weak, I don't need a mask to hide my feelings, I just stop feeling. I erase emotions or at least attempt to erase emotions. I hate to feel, the last time I felt any thing worth feeling, it was anger when my dad was beating my mom. I hate emotions, they are so uncontrolable. Yet, I don't need a mask like you to do it.
As I leave your newly shaved dog tied to he bed I exit your house. I now have to prepared for a quiet storm. I'll be calling you later, you better pick up your phone or I might just feel like beating your ass this week.