Quit.
May 26, 2016 16:12:04 GMT -5
Post by James Joseph Page. on May 26, 2016 16:12:04 GMT -5
Prologue: Take A Look At My Life.
Many people have called me a lot of things. Some of it's true, some of it's not. That's for the "viewer" to decide, because I really don't need to validate myself for anything, y'know? People can't stand the sight of me, and that's fine, look at my life, and you'll see I'm sure to being a pariah. Take a look at my life, and you'll see that for a long, long time I never needed friends. I've always been on my own, and I've always knew if I had to get anything I had to take it by force. I wanted Chandler Scott's attention, and I got it. And he might not like HOW I got it, but I got it. I got what I wanted...and it feels good. The cops? One phone call, and the shoe's on the other foot. And Scott spent the night in a jail cell. I got what I wanted. Take a look at my life...and you'll see that's never happened before.
I've realized, I need to stop wishing for things to fall in my lap, and I should start DOING what needs to be done in order to obtain the things I want. I say I've earned that much, don't you? And so now, now I'm going to take something else. I'm going to take my victory over Annie Zellor. I'm going to take it, and I'm going to avenge what I find the most embarrassing blemish on my ledger: HER. Every time I look at her I feel my void being flooded with unspeakable rage. I hate her, I hate her a lot, I hate her stupid smile, I hate what she stands for, and I hate her stupid memes. Everything she embodies, I ABHOR!
No one person can be that devoid of hate. No one person can be that impartial to violence. In a business like this, prey like her should be eaten. But the predators in this VAST jungle would rather coddle her. She makes me sick, and I wish just for once I could wipe her away like the stain she is from FGA. But she keeps comin' back, askin' for more, she's spreading like a virus. I'm not going to be overtaken by it.
I'm gonna fight it as hard as I can. As far as I'm concerned I'm the only cure that can get rid of Annie Zellor's plague--no--CANCER!! And she might've gotten the best of me before, but that's due to my own ignorance. Now I realize what I have to do. I'm just going to have to beat you until you stop moving. I'm just going to give you the beating that's going to make you quit. I WANT YOU TO QUIT ZELLOR!!!! I want you to realize that maybe wrestling wasn't for you, y'know? Maybe it's not a good idea to antagonize the savage slum dog. Maybe it's best you stick to Twitter where you can make selfies with a overpriced cup of coffer. Because if you take a look at my life Annie, sometimes the weak should know their place. You...are weak, and you will forever be just that. A weak, pathetic, ditzy, little girl...in a big game. I put you through a table and sent you away for MONTHS!!! This time...
I've realized, I need to stop wishing for things to fall in my lap, and I should start DOING what needs to be done in order to obtain the things I want. I say I've earned that much, don't you? And so now, now I'm going to take something else. I'm going to take my victory over Annie Zellor. I'm going to take it, and I'm going to avenge what I find the most embarrassing blemish on my ledger: HER. Every time I look at her I feel my void being flooded with unspeakable rage. I hate her, I hate her a lot, I hate her stupid smile, I hate what she stands for, and I hate her stupid memes. Everything she embodies, I ABHOR!
No one person can be that devoid of hate. No one person can be that impartial to violence. In a business like this, prey like her should be eaten. But the predators in this VAST jungle would rather coddle her. She makes me sick, and I wish just for once I could wipe her away like the stain she is from FGA. But she keeps comin' back, askin' for more, she's spreading like a virus. I'm not going to be overtaken by it.
I'm gonna fight it as hard as I can. As far as I'm concerned I'm the only cure that can get rid of Annie Zellor's plague--no--CANCER!! And she might've gotten the best of me before, but that's due to my own ignorance. Now I realize what I have to do. I'm just going to have to beat you until you stop moving. I'm just going to give you the beating that's going to make you quit. I WANT YOU TO QUIT ZELLOR!!!! I want you to realize that maybe wrestling wasn't for you, y'know? Maybe it's not a good idea to antagonize the savage slum dog. Maybe it's best you stick to Twitter where you can make selfies with a overpriced cup of coffer. Because if you take a look at my life Annie, sometimes the weak should know their place. You...are weak, and you will forever be just that. A weak, pathetic, ditzy, little girl...in a big game. I put you through a table and sent you away for MONTHS!!! This time...
I'm Going To Beat You Til You're Gone Forever.
Another night, another one night stand. Seems that's been the story of my present day. I feel awful, maybe I drank too much, or maybe it's the pills. At this point, I couldn't differ between the two. My female friend for the night got up half naked from my side. The sound of the NBA Playoffs rang in the motel room. I watched her leave for the bathroom. I felt restless, maybe the sleeping pills would knock me out. God I needed them to. I reached back inside of my bag and popped two pills in my mouth, downing a beer behind them. I lay down flat on my back, staring up at the ceiling. The room began to spend, and I felt warm again, maybe She was going to come and see me again.
Maybe I could feel her embrace, watch as she curiously looked at me, a sweet smile on her face as I placed my head in her bosom. Everything went dark, and then...light. I woke up, hoping to see her...but she wasn't there. Maybe the pills just put me to bed. My female friend was gone, great. I groggily got up and walked over to my bag to make sure everything was inside. Good, nothing was taken. "You really live a shitty life, y'know that...?" I furrowed my eyebrows and turned around. I was sitting down, but...I'm...right here. He was younger, clean shaven, his hair was shorter. He was dressed in an unbuttoned Cubs jersey, jeans, and a pair of black boots.
I cautiously look around, stepping forward, accepting the fact I was finally going crazy. I point slowly at my reflection, "Where is she...?" I asked him. He looked at me, chewing quickly on a piece of gum, "Who?" He asked vaguely. "HER...her...I-I don't know her name, but usually when I take the pills I see her. Where is she...??" I asked again, a bit confused. "Oh, pfft, her." He rolls his eyes, standing up slowly, "She's not comin', I'm basically filling in the role as the premonition floatin' around in that cuckoo clock of a head of yours." He explained...even though I didn't understand. "What the fuc--no listen I need her, without her I'm...I-I'm just--" I stopped, clawing my hair out of my face, feeling panicked.
"Listen." He says, scratching the side of his head, "You don't want her to come back. Because if she does, that's it, no more waking up from your near death experiences." he said, which confused me. "What the Hell are you talking about...?" I asked. He quirked an eyebrow, then tilts his head to the right, "Holy shit, what the fuck have you been doin' to yourself...?" He asked under his breath. He begins to pace around me, "Alright, see, since you've been chuggin' down sleeping medication for the past month or so, that lady you see POP up when you want to have a heart-to-heart? That's Death. Death, as in Death, ENTROPY itself. You...have been killing yourself slowly. And I've been the part of your brain telling you to stop drinking alcohol with the fuckin' pills just so you can chase the pink dragon when you're in one of your crappy moods." He explains, shaking his head at me as he continues to pace.
"I--" He stopped me, "YOU...are killing us. Every time you get a bad idea in your head I've been there to try and even you out. And now you're trying to KILL YOURSELF...!" He scoffs, smacking loudly on his gum, "Do you understand, how much of a contradiction it is for you to take your life? You of all people, and I'm inside of your head the most. When you were living inside of a soggy cardboard box in downtown Flint, that was your lowest point. Not havin' cash to eat? Sucks. Having to push dope? Sucks. That's the lowest point in your life. And I would know, I was there with you. I'm your subconscious." He sighs, "Death? Death's like a vulture waiting for you to die out in the sun. She's always watching you, because each time she thinks she's going to take you, you fight back. Wanna know show's been willing your dumbass back from the grave?" He slowly points at his face and gives a big smile before dropping back to a nonchalant glare.
It was a lot to take in, I sat down on the bed. He sits next to me, glaring forward, he shakes his head slightly, "I don't know what went wrong over the past few years, man. But, we're gonna have to figure it out. The next time you take those pills, I don't know how much longer I can fight for you. And I don't even want to get into that other part of your head that's makin' you do all of this shit..." He pauses for a second, clasping his hands together in front of his knees, "I just want you to know, you reached your lowest point a long time ago and made it out alive. Don't hit rock bottom and struggle to live." He said, slowly turning his head to look at me. I was still a bit taken back, not knowing what to say, until finally, words came out of my mouth, "What do I do...?" I asked him. He shrugs his shoulders, "Wake the fuck up." He answered as he put his hand on my shoulder.
My eyes shoot open, and I take a quick gasp of breath before sitting up. The game was still playing, I searched around, the girl had gone. I got up quickly to check my wallet before looking around the room. Was that a dream...? It felt real enough. I run a hand over my face, still drowsy. I took a look at my bag, hesitant, I didn't know why but for some reason I felt like I didn't need to. I fought against my thoughts, and then opened it up to find my pills. I ran a thumb over the label. My eyes scanned the open space for a moment. I walked to the bathroom, opened the toilet, and poured the pills out inside. A quick flush at they were gone. For some reason, I felt I made the right choice. Walking back to my bed, I flop down on the edge of it, then place my hands on my face, rubbing them downward. I felt like shit...
Standing in front some train tracks and old buildings. Fayetteville felt a little too much like home. I stood outside, in a black T-shirt, jeans, and my lucky Chuck Taylor's. I open my arms wide...
"It's funny how people like to sweep their trash under the rug. I mean, I wouldn't find a gem like this y'know? A bunch of trash people don't want. Yeah...I know how that goes sometimes. People want to forget that you existed. They try their best to forget that you're a thing. I've had people try and sweep me underneath the rug before. But I'm persistent y'know? Funny...how that goes. FAYETTEVILLE, North Carolina...the place where I'm gonna be set to face somebody I cannot stand: Annie Zellor. That's right, management decided that they wanted me to face Annie Zellor yet again, because the last few times went so well. Maybe they think I'm just some clown. Maybe they want to stifle me after I've been on a tiny lil' win streak. Who knows...what the ARBITRARY powers of FGA's front office once. I know I don't care...not a bit. I don't care what anybody wants. Chandler Scott wants me, but he won't get me, not on his terms. See the thing about Chandler is that when he wants something bad, he'll do just about anything. He's that desperate to get his hands on me. And, believe me I've been a hot topic as of late, so it's understandable.
Chandler Scott can't get what he can't have, which is me. And I hope he has a nice time in jail, and hope that no one offered him anything in exchange for a few "favors"...see what I did there...that's a joke. But that's enough about a THUG like Chandler Scott. Let's tone it down...to Annie Zellor. Annie Zellor, a walking, talking, breathing DOLL. I...am bored of you Annie. I'm bored of your tweets, I'm bored of your stupid personality, and I'm overall bored with your existence here in FGA. I'm BORED TO DEATH...!"
"And...I'm mostly bored, of people holding your win against me over my head. It's the albatross I'll never be able to untie from my neck. See Annie, I have a list inside of my head of the people I hate the most, and you're in the Top 5. Why? Because wherever I go, people will bring up the time I lost against you. They keep bringing it up, and I keep having to LIVE with it!! I have to keep LIVING with the fact I let some GREEN, little GIRL beat me in my domain. The place I make my living in! I don't have a rich daddy, I don't have a TRUST...FUND, I don't have anything else after wrestling like you Zellor. When I'm gone, I'm gone for good, there's nothing left for me on this world. So I live it all in the ring, doin' what I do best and that's being the NASTIEST PIECE OF GARBAGE IN PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING...! And I hold that title higher than anything. Because I'll do the things no one else will. Zero McHannon can sit on his throne of lies and the New Kings can pretend to be head of the curve. But no matter how hard they try...they'll never be as talked about as me. Never...not as long as their in the same company as me.
This is mine, wrestling is MINE! No one is going to take it from me again. I'm not going to let the same mistake happen twice. I'm the Crown Coliseum, I'm going to finish what I started when I buried you underneath a table. I'm going to make sure you don't leave North Carolina unless it's in the back of a ambulance. That's the only way you walk out of this match!!! I'm going to break you, I'm going to humiliate you, I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU FEEL WHAT I'VE FELT FOR A YEAR AND A HALF ZELLOR!!!! Because I've had to stewed and festered for far too long. This time, I'm going to win, THIS TIME I'm going to make sure I don't take my eye off of the prize. This time...? This time, I'm going to make sure you stay away for good."
"And hey, maybe you can take that trust fund you got Annie, and do something you like. Do something that isn't dangerous like pro wrestling. Because while I'm around, I can assure you that I'll make your life a living Hell until you QUIT...! Live a happy life, full of funny selfies, coffee, and hangin' out with your friends. Because this life...?"
"It just ain't for you."
Maybe I could feel her embrace, watch as she curiously looked at me, a sweet smile on her face as I placed my head in her bosom. Everything went dark, and then...light. I woke up, hoping to see her...but she wasn't there. Maybe the pills just put me to bed. My female friend was gone, great. I groggily got up and walked over to my bag to make sure everything was inside. Good, nothing was taken. "You really live a shitty life, y'know that...?" I furrowed my eyebrows and turned around. I was sitting down, but...I'm...right here. He was younger, clean shaven, his hair was shorter. He was dressed in an unbuttoned Cubs jersey, jeans, and a pair of black boots.
I cautiously look around, stepping forward, accepting the fact I was finally going crazy. I point slowly at my reflection, "Where is she...?" I asked him. He looked at me, chewing quickly on a piece of gum, "Who?" He asked vaguely. "HER...her...I-I don't know her name, but usually when I take the pills I see her. Where is she...??" I asked again, a bit confused. "Oh, pfft, her." He rolls his eyes, standing up slowly, "She's not comin', I'm basically filling in the role as the premonition floatin' around in that cuckoo clock of a head of yours." He explained...even though I didn't understand. "What the fuc--no listen I need her, without her I'm...I-I'm just--" I stopped, clawing my hair out of my face, feeling panicked.
"Listen." He says, scratching the side of his head, "You don't want her to come back. Because if she does, that's it, no more waking up from your near death experiences." he said, which confused me. "What the Hell are you talking about...?" I asked. He quirked an eyebrow, then tilts his head to the right, "Holy shit, what the fuck have you been doin' to yourself...?" He asked under his breath. He begins to pace around me, "Alright, see, since you've been chuggin' down sleeping medication for the past month or so, that lady you see POP up when you want to have a heart-to-heart? That's Death. Death, as in Death, ENTROPY itself. You...have been killing yourself slowly. And I've been the part of your brain telling you to stop drinking alcohol with the fuckin' pills just so you can chase the pink dragon when you're in one of your crappy moods." He explains, shaking his head at me as he continues to pace.
"I--" He stopped me, "YOU...are killing us. Every time you get a bad idea in your head I've been there to try and even you out. And now you're trying to KILL YOURSELF...!" He scoffs, smacking loudly on his gum, "Do you understand, how much of a contradiction it is for you to take your life? You of all people, and I'm inside of your head the most. When you were living inside of a soggy cardboard box in downtown Flint, that was your lowest point. Not havin' cash to eat? Sucks. Having to push dope? Sucks. That's the lowest point in your life. And I would know, I was there with you. I'm your subconscious." He sighs, "Death? Death's like a vulture waiting for you to die out in the sun. She's always watching you, because each time she thinks she's going to take you, you fight back. Wanna know show's been willing your dumbass back from the grave?" He slowly points at his face and gives a big smile before dropping back to a nonchalant glare.
It was a lot to take in, I sat down on the bed. He sits next to me, glaring forward, he shakes his head slightly, "I don't know what went wrong over the past few years, man. But, we're gonna have to figure it out. The next time you take those pills, I don't know how much longer I can fight for you. And I don't even want to get into that other part of your head that's makin' you do all of this shit..." He pauses for a second, clasping his hands together in front of his knees, "I just want you to know, you reached your lowest point a long time ago and made it out alive. Don't hit rock bottom and struggle to live." He said, slowly turning his head to look at me. I was still a bit taken back, not knowing what to say, until finally, words came out of my mouth, "What do I do...?" I asked him. He shrugs his shoulders, "Wake the fuck up." He answered as he put his hand on my shoulder.
My eyes shoot open, and I take a quick gasp of breath before sitting up. The game was still playing, I searched around, the girl had gone. I got up quickly to check my wallet before looking around the room. Was that a dream...? It felt real enough. I run a hand over my face, still drowsy. I took a look at my bag, hesitant, I didn't know why but for some reason I felt like I didn't need to. I fought against my thoughts, and then opened it up to find my pills. I ran a thumb over the label. My eyes scanned the open space for a moment. I walked to the bathroom, opened the toilet, and poured the pills out inside. A quick flush at they were gone. For some reason, I felt I made the right choice. Walking back to my bed, I flop down on the edge of it, then place my hands on my face, rubbing them downward. I felt like shit...
And I needed a drink too.
Standing in front some train tracks and old buildings. Fayetteville felt a little too much like home. I stood outside, in a black T-shirt, jeans, and my lucky Chuck Taylor's. I open my arms wide...
"It's funny how people like to sweep their trash under the rug. I mean, I wouldn't find a gem like this y'know? A bunch of trash people don't want. Yeah...I know how that goes sometimes. People want to forget that you existed. They try their best to forget that you're a thing. I've had people try and sweep me underneath the rug before. But I'm persistent y'know? Funny...how that goes. FAYETTEVILLE, North Carolina...the place where I'm gonna be set to face somebody I cannot stand: Annie Zellor. That's right, management decided that they wanted me to face Annie Zellor yet again, because the last few times went so well. Maybe they think I'm just some clown. Maybe they want to stifle me after I've been on a tiny lil' win streak. Who knows...what the ARBITRARY powers of FGA's front office once. I know I don't care...not a bit. I don't care what anybody wants. Chandler Scott wants me, but he won't get me, not on his terms. See the thing about Chandler is that when he wants something bad, he'll do just about anything. He's that desperate to get his hands on me. And, believe me I've been a hot topic as of late, so it's understandable.
Chandler Scott can't get what he can't have, which is me. And I hope he has a nice time in jail, and hope that no one offered him anything in exchange for a few "favors"...see what I did there...that's a joke. But that's enough about a THUG like Chandler Scott. Let's tone it down...to Annie Zellor. Annie Zellor, a walking, talking, breathing DOLL. I...am bored of you Annie. I'm bored of your tweets, I'm bored of your stupid personality, and I'm overall bored with your existence here in FGA. I'm BORED TO DEATH...!"
I said the final words, loud into the abandoned space. I sigh through my nostrils, taking a slow spin around my surroundings. I turn back to the camera, pointing towards he.
"And...I'm mostly bored, of people holding your win against me over my head. It's the albatross I'll never be able to untie from my neck. See Annie, I have a list inside of my head of the people I hate the most, and you're in the Top 5. Why? Because wherever I go, people will bring up the time I lost against you. They keep bringing it up, and I keep having to LIVE with it!! I have to keep LIVING with the fact I let some GREEN, little GIRL beat me in my domain. The place I make my living in! I don't have a rich daddy, I don't have a TRUST...FUND, I don't have anything else after wrestling like you Zellor. When I'm gone, I'm gone for good, there's nothing left for me on this world. So I live it all in the ring, doin' what I do best and that's being the NASTIEST PIECE OF GARBAGE IN PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING...! And I hold that title higher than anything. Because I'll do the things no one else will. Zero McHannon can sit on his throne of lies and the New Kings can pretend to be head of the curve. But no matter how hard they try...they'll never be as talked about as me. Never...not as long as their in the same company as me.
This is mine, wrestling is MINE! No one is going to take it from me again. I'm not going to let the same mistake happen twice. I'm the Crown Coliseum, I'm going to finish what I started when I buried you underneath a table. I'm going to make sure you don't leave North Carolina unless it's in the back of a ambulance. That's the only way you walk out of this match!!! I'm going to break you, I'm going to humiliate you, I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU FEEL WHAT I'VE FELT FOR A YEAR AND A HALF ZELLOR!!!! Because I've had to stewed and festered for far too long. This time, I'm going to win, THIS TIME I'm going to make sure I don't take my eye off of the prize. This time...? This time, I'm going to make sure you stay away for good."
I pace a bit, but stop in my tracks, holding my hand out towards the camera lens with the other stuffed in my jean's pocket.
"And hey, maybe you can take that trust fund you got Annie, and do something you like. Do something that isn't dangerous like pro wrestling. Because while I'm around, I can assure you that I'll make your life a living Hell until you QUIT...! Live a happy life, full of funny selfies, coffee, and hangin' out with your friends. Because this life...?"
I shrug my shoulders.
"It just ain't for you."
I spit on the ground, look around one last time, and then stare at the camera. I slowly walk towards it...and then...
END.
