Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2014 0:22:22 GMT -6
Break it down.....Roll it Up......Light it up......GET HIGH, GET HIGH!
Some say you shouldn't smoke, It may kill you or it might hurt those around you. It can cause cancer and will cause you to smell and most of your friends will end up hating you. Last time I checked, weed has never killed a single person, so to all your wack weed-haters. Keep in mind your about to catch a high
I am sitting in my locker room, it was quite and allowed my mind to wonder about what I have to do next in this company, I am sure I have a match and I need to be getting ready for it. But honestly, at this very moment I could care less. I want nothing more than to smoke. I stand up and walk toward my bag I brought with me from the last roach motel I had the "honer" of staying at. I reach into the bag and pull out a small zip-lock bag full of weed. Nothing special just that good "high" kind. I sigh for a moment holding the bag in my hand. I need to stop it but at the same time why?
Why should I give a damn about what anyone has to think about me smoking, I didn't have to pass a piss test to get hired for this job and if they try and give me one. I'll tell them the damn truth, I'm not going to pass least I'm not shooting up or taking roids like some of the other mother fuckers in this place right? Before I could get a chance to start to roll it up, a soft knock can be faintly hurd on my door. I pause for a moment as it happens once more. I stand and fling the door open clearly angry that someone just stopped me from doing what it was I wanted to do with my free time. It's none other than a camera man and a microphone wielding interviewer.
I stand there looking even more annoyed than I felt, how did i know? She gave a look to the camera man, she looks down and sees my bag and lets out a clear gasp to which I just roll my eye. She walks over and have a few words with the cameraman allowing me to go back to what I was doing. I start to pull the bud apart to start to roll up my next fatty. She walks back over to me and sits beside me as she gives him a count down from 3....2....1
"I am sitting backstage, with one of the newest up coming superstars in MSW none other than Bryan York, and clearly this bad boy doesn't care about rules and wants to show the fans at home he just doesn't care. But I do have a few questions for you Bryan if you don't mind"
I give her a real dirty look, causing her to pause for a moment before she places the microphone closer to me, I sigh into the microphone loudly causing the cameraman to about rip his headphones off.
"Honestly, YES! I do mind, But since you busted up in my locker room and shoved that into my face and expected me to sit here and give you some normal wrestling bullshit, well you walked into the wrong locker room there honey. You see that is what is wrong with the business as a whole at the moment. We are all stepping on each other damn feet trying to be "cool" or "new" or what not. But we are all spewing the same bullshit and at the moment. That is the last damn thing I am trying to do. I just want to collect pay checks, kick ass, smoke weed and win some damn gold. Got a problem with it it's simple doll, kick boulders and kill ya self!"
"Bryan, you do have a match this week vs Demetrius Burrell do you have any words or comment for this match and any matches you may have going forward here in MSW?"
Did this bitch just really ask me the same ol bullshit that every other single interviewer asked? I mean my God lady do your research and did you not just hear my rant about that very thing? I sigh knowing this interview was going to hell quickly.
"Who? Demetrius? Who the shit is that? Clearly I must not know who that it. I have noticed that he hasn't showed he face yet. Why is it every match I have in this company someone doesn't show up? I mean clearly it is ran by a bunch of fuck up's but the talent no showing? That is rather insulting to someone such as myself. I love the easy pay day, don't get it twiztid by no means. But honestly I could care less who this kid is. Or how "good" they clam he might be. Point is I am better. It's that simple would you like me to explain?"
She looks at me and simply nods, which causes me to nod back. I have by this point broke down enough bud as I pull out my already rolled out blunt and start to layer the weed into the blunt and start to roll it up while looking her dead in her eyes. She looked a little worried but at the same time she cared the fuck less.
"Why am I better than Demetrius? I don't think like the rest of those people who step into the ring, I don't even think outside the box, you see while everyone is thinking outside the box running around holding their dick. I am inside the box why? It's simple most answers in life are right in front of your very face. First off, look at me compared to him, he looks like a homeless crack head who needs to be in bum fights instead of in the ring of MSW. And before I keep going on with reasons I am better let me stop and say. WHO THE FUCK! Says that I am underrated? Clearly no one knows who I am or was in other company's clearly that was then and this is now. But till I have been billed for two weeks straight as some "Unrated" "unproven" wrestler."
I pause long enough to lick the wrap closing it and making sure it is tight, I tilt it toward her as she shakes her head rather quick and hard. She was a smoker and the idea of sitting this close is causing her to rethink it. Or she was one of "those" people. I put it in my mouth and light it. I take a long drag and exhale a white cloud of smoke right in her face as we both cough.
"...Where was I? Oh! Why I am clearly a better wrestler and just down right person than Demetrius, Besides his homeless look and the fact he is older than me by five years. He has not real business doing in this area or wrestling as a whole. I mean who many matches has he fought in? Or better yet, how many titles has he held? But besides the facts he has no idea what he is doing in this match, or better yet this ring. Why don't we hear anything from him? Is he scared of little ol me? I mean look I look all mean and shit, but deep down I am just a sad little boy with mommy issues.....Na, just fucking with you. Had you going for a moment didn't I? I was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York. I was around drugs, gangs, pigs and murder around me almost daily. Does this mean I am better than most? Damn right it does, you can't come from where I did without a chip on your shoulder and a damn need to prove most mother fuckers wrong about you."
I take another long drag of the blunt, The room is start to smoke out ever so slightly, these fools are going to catch a contract even if they don't take a single hit. She coughs again causing me to smirk. I could keep going but she looked like she needed to ask another question.
"Bryan, What are you plans here in MSW and what are you going to do if you win the whole world title tournament?
I sit up in the chair I am sitting it and take a long drag and french inhale it. And exhale it from my mouth right into her face, Maybe that will cause her to ask better questions then this stupid shit she keeps spewing. What the fuck kind of question is that?
"Really? What am I going to do if I win it? I going to drink a lot of liquor and maybe fuck a few women who's name I will never care to know. Hell I might even smoke a blunt *I gasp clearly being an ass* What the shit kind of questions are you asking are you sure your not high? Fuck your questions I got some more harsh words for Demetrius Burrell and it's as simple as this. Bring your best, bring what ever it is you need to get up for this match. Draw an "S" on your chest and bring your belts. Because none of it is going to help you even the slightest. You see this match was already played out in my mind, and you didn't win. You can't win, I am one of the futures of this company even if they don't want it. I am something of a thug, weeded out ass kicking lord and you are nothing more than the next person to have the chance to bow down and kiss my feet. I want you to bring your friends, I want your family in the front row. I want the men in the back to watch this match and stand at the curtain. Because I am going to drag you around that ring the likes that this company hasn't seen. You see I am tired of being labeled as some underrated talent. I am tired of the owners and upper management thinking that they can just book me vs any chump or hackless talent that walks into the company. Newsflash guys you just got this kid hurt, I don't care how much older he is than me, he is going to get beat like an unruly child. His blood is going to be on your hands guy congrats."
"You don't understand what is going to happen, I want to prove to the rest of this company, I am one stoner not to fuck with. I am going to tell you here now, first scoop I am going to win the match and afterward I am going to take a steel chair and wrap it around his neck you'd swear he was a victim of Chris Benoit as well. I am going to run him into the ring post then toss his life-less corpse to the fans and let them see just what happens when you book me vs no name talents. It might cost me money, It might even cost me my chance at the world title. But honestly fuck it! It's about proving a point, I played your games and did your song and dance with this interview and your shitty booking for two weeks. I'm about to take matters into my own hands and it's going to start with killing a career, where will it end? Who the fuck knows!"
I exhale one more time before I stand from the chair and walk toward the cameraman he starts to back away but he trips over my bag which I left in the middle of the floor from before. The man hits the ground hard causing the camera to shake. I reach down and pick it up. I look deep into it for a moment before it goes to straight black.
OCC: Short and quick, to the point
I am sitting in my locker room, it was quite and allowed my mind to wonder about what I have to do next in this company, I am sure I have a match and I need to be getting ready for it. But honestly, at this very moment I could care less. I want nothing more than to smoke. I stand up and walk toward my bag I brought with me from the last roach motel I had the "honer" of staying at. I reach into the bag and pull out a small zip-lock bag full of weed. Nothing special just that good "high" kind. I sigh for a moment holding the bag in my hand. I need to stop it but at the same time why?
Why should I give a damn about what anyone has to think about me smoking, I didn't have to pass a piss test to get hired for this job and if they try and give me one. I'll tell them the damn truth, I'm not going to pass least I'm not shooting up or taking roids like some of the other mother fuckers in this place right? Before I could get a chance to start to roll it up, a soft knock can be faintly hurd on my door. I pause for a moment as it happens once more. I stand and fling the door open clearly angry that someone just stopped me from doing what it was I wanted to do with my free time. It's none other than a camera man and a microphone wielding interviewer.
I stand there looking even more annoyed than I felt, how did i know? She gave a look to the camera man, she looks down and sees my bag and lets out a clear gasp to which I just roll my eye. She walks over and have a few words with the cameraman allowing me to go back to what I was doing. I start to pull the bud apart to start to roll up my next fatty. She walks back over to me and sits beside me as she gives him a count down from 3....2....1
"I am sitting backstage, with one of the newest up coming superstars in MSW none other than Bryan York, and clearly this bad boy doesn't care about rules and wants to show the fans at home he just doesn't care. But I do have a few questions for you Bryan if you don't mind"
I give her a real dirty look, causing her to pause for a moment before she places the microphone closer to me, I sigh into the microphone loudly causing the cameraman to about rip his headphones off.
"Honestly, YES! I do mind, But since you busted up in my locker room and shoved that into my face and expected me to sit here and give you some normal wrestling bullshit, well you walked into the wrong locker room there honey. You see that is what is wrong with the business as a whole at the moment. We are all stepping on each other damn feet trying to be "cool" or "new" or what not. But we are all spewing the same bullshit and at the moment. That is the last damn thing I am trying to do. I just want to collect pay checks, kick ass, smoke weed and win some damn gold. Got a problem with it it's simple doll, kick boulders and kill ya self!"
"Bryan, you do have a match this week vs Demetrius Burrell do you have any words or comment for this match and any matches you may have going forward here in MSW?"
Did this bitch just really ask me the same ol bullshit that every other single interviewer asked? I mean my God lady do your research and did you not just hear my rant about that very thing? I sigh knowing this interview was going to hell quickly.
"Who? Demetrius? Who the shit is that? Clearly I must not know who that it. I have noticed that he hasn't showed he face yet. Why is it every match I have in this company someone doesn't show up? I mean clearly it is ran by a bunch of fuck up's but the talent no showing? That is rather insulting to someone such as myself. I love the easy pay day, don't get it twiztid by no means. But honestly I could care less who this kid is. Or how "good" they clam he might be. Point is I am better. It's that simple would you like me to explain?"
She looks at me and simply nods, which causes me to nod back. I have by this point broke down enough bud as I pull out my already rolled out blunt and start to layer the weed into the blunt and start to roll it up while looking her dead in her eyes. She looked a little worried but at the same time she cared the fuck less.
"Why am I better than Demetrius? I don't think like the rest of those people who step into the ring, I don't even think outside the box, you see while everyone is thinking outside the box running around holding their dick. I am inside the box why? It's simple most answers in life are right in front of your very face. First off, look at me compared to him, he looks like a homeless crack head who needs to be in bum fights instead of in the ring of MSW. And before I keep going on with reasons I am better let me stop and say. WHO THE FUCK! Says that I am underrated? Clearly no one knows who I am or was in other company's clearly that was then and this is now. But till I have been billed for two weeks straight as some "Unrated" "unproven" wrestler."
I pause long enough to lick the wrap closing it and making sure it is tight, I tilt it toward her as she shakes her head rather quick and hard. She was a smoker and the idea of sitting this close is causing her to rethink it. Or she was one of "those" people. I put it in my mouth and light it. I take a long drag and exhale a white cloud of smoke right in her face as we both cough.
"...Where was I? Oh! Why I am clearly a better wrestler and just down right person than Demetrius, Besides his homeless look and the fact he is older than me by five years. He has not real business doing in this area or wrestling as a whole. I mean who many matches has he fought in? Or better yet, how many titles has he held? But besides the facts he has no idea what he is doing in this match, or better yet this ring. Why don't we hear anything from him? Is he scared of little ol me? I mean look I look all mean and shit, but deep down I am just a sad little boy with mommy issues.....Na, just fucking with you. Had you going for a moment didn't I? I was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York. I was around drugs, gangs, pigs and murder around me almost daily. Does this mean I am better than most? Damn right it does, you can't come from where I did without a chip on your shoulder and a damn need to prove most mother fuckers wrong about you."
I take another long drag of the blunt, The room is start to smoke out ever so slightly, these fools are going to catch a contract even if they don't take a single hit. She coughs again causing me to smirk. I could keep going but she looked like she needed to ask another question.
"Bryan, What are you plans here in MSW and what are you going to do if you win the whole world title tournament?
I sit up in the chair I am sitting it and take a long drag and french inhale it. And exhale it from my mouth right into her face, Maybe that will cause her to ask better questions then this stupid shit she keeps spewing. What the fuck kind of question is that?
"Really? What am I going to do if I win it? I going to drink a lot of liquor and maybe fuck a few women who's name I will never care to know. Hell I might even smoke a blunt *I gasp clearly being an ass* What the shit kind of questions are you asking are you sure your not high? Fuck your questions I got some more harsh words for Demetrius Burrell and it's as simple as this. Bring your best, bring what ever it is you need to get up for this match. Draw an "S" on your chest and bring your belts. Because none of it is going to help you even the slightest. You see this match was already played out in my mind, and you didn't win. You can't win, I am one of the futures of this company even if they don't want it. I am something of a thug, weeded out ass kicking lord and you are nothing more than the next person to have the chance to bow down and kiss my feet. I want you to bring your friends, I want your family in the front row. I want the men in the back to watch this match and stand at the curtain. Because I am going to drag you around that ring the likes that this company hasn't seen. You see I am tired of being labeled as some underrated talent. I am tired of the owners and upper management thinking that they can just book me vs any chump or hackless talent that walks into the company. Newsflash guys you just got this kid hurt, I don't care how much older he is than me, he is going to get beat like an unruly child. His blood is going to be on your hands guy congrats."
"You don't understand what is going to happen, I want to prove to the rest of this company, I am one stoner not to fuck with. I am going to tell you here now, first scoop I am going to win the match and afterward I am going to take a steel chair and wrap it around his neck you'd swear he was a victim of Chris Benoit as well. I am going to run him into the ring post then toss his life-less corpse to the fans and let them see just what happens when you book me vs no name talents. It might cost me money, It might even cost me my chance at the world title. But honestly fuck it! It's about proving a point, I played your games and did your song and dance with this interview and your shitty booking for two weeks. I'm about to take matters into my own hands and it's going to start with killing a career, where will it end? Who the fuck knows!"
I exhale one more time before I stand from the chair and walk toward the cameraman he starts to back away but he trips over my bag which I left in the middle of the floor from before. The man hits the ground hard causing the camera to shake. I reach down and pick it up. I look deep into it for a moment before it goes to straight black.
OCC: Short and quick, to the point