| SNA | Date: Saturday, 2011/08/20, 10:56 PM | Message # 1 |
 Curtain Jerker
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2006
Violet Chase stood alone in a large, empty living room that was certainly the nicest house she'd ever been in. Working her bare feet into the pleasant texture of the carpet, she sighed and touched her stomach. It was big and pregnant, but her frame was still small. A freak of goddamn nature is what her sister called her. "Oh sure, I bet you'll just pop that kid out and you won't have gained a pound, not one!" Violet snickered as a clean shaven SNA bounded back up the basement steps, arms out wide with a big smile on his face.
"Done exploring your man cave?" Violet teased. Nick smiled and slipped his hands around her waist.
"Oh I'm done down there. But I still have an urge to explore." Nick put his lips to her neck and Violet laughed out loud. And then something happened that made Nick jump back a foot.
"Oh! Oh, it's okay. It's okay. She just kicked." Violet lowered her voice smoothed a palm over her protruding belly. "Come here." Nick crept forward. Violet took his palm and put it where hers had just been. He smiled when he felt another kick and then put his ear to her stomach.
"Wait until she finds out her daddy's a world famous wrestler."
"Former wrestler." Nick kissed her belly and stood again, taking her face gently in both hands. She latched on to his wrists and stepped closer.
"Mmm, you say that now. Former wrestler, until you get the call."
"I'll tell them to go fuck themselves."
"Really, now."
"Really. I don't hurt people anymore. I just make them."
Violet snorted and laughed at how bad that line was. Nick pulled her in and hugged her tight.
2011
A very unkempt SNA sat hunched over on a wooden bench in a trashed locker room constantly working a hand over his sore neck after having just been dumped on his head by the returning Mortius. The light above hung from the ceiling by one cord and flickered every so often. Nick lifted his head, hair hanging in his face after snorting something from the palm of his free hand. His eyes popped open and he worked his jaw around as it settled in.
"Mortius. I've got....Mortius. Some fucking goth freak....some fucking cheapshot artist....yeah....yeah real impressive.....gimmick's been done a thousand times before....everybody trying to come off as evil and mysterious when they're all just a bunch of fucking BORES TRYING WAY TOO HARD...."
SNA booted a bucket of ice over and breathed heavily through his nostrils as the rage began to surge through him.
"You aren't ANYTHING SPECIAL....but me....ol' SNA....I'm a god damn lightening rod of controversy.....I TURNED THE EWA ON IT'S EAR AND THEN KICKED IT IN THE FUCKING FACE....AND YOU THINK THIS LITTLE SPEEDBUMP IS GOING TO STOP ME?!?! Manning you fat slimey fuck you BEGGED me to come back. So I said fuck you, pay me. And you did. You paid me really well. I'm making more than the world champ....SO CLEARLY I WON THE FUCKING WAR HERE....AND YET THIS SOMEHOW MAKES YOU A SMUG FUCK THAT THINKS YOU HAVE ME RIGHT WHERE YOU WANT ME?!?! Oh no....NO DON'T TACK THAT EXTRA ZERO ON TO MY PAYCHECK....DON'T PUT ME IN THE RING WITH A WASHED UP MARILYN MANSON AND SURROUND IT WITH A BUNCH OF BACKSTAGE FODDER....ANYTHING BUT THAT!!!!!"
SNA wiggled his fingers in mock fear, but went right back to coddling his neck after straining it a bit too much with his presentation.
"Fuck....look when I'm done retiring this guy again Manning....AND WHEN I'M DONE PUTTING YOUR COMMUNICATION MAJORS BACK ON THE SHELF I WANT A REAL FUCKING CHALLENGE!!!!! C'MON FRANK E. GIVE ME YOUR BEST SHOT!!!!! Whoever it is will bow the fuck down just like you did....JUST LIKE THESE PEOPLE DO....JUST LIKE EVERYBODY THAT HAS EVER CROSSED MY PATH WILL....BECAUSE I....AM.....GOD!!!!! And that's not some t-shirt slogan....it is GOSPEL!!!!!! I MOVE.....MOUNTAINS SHIFT.....I BREATH.....THE SEA SWIRLS.....I SPEAK....THE GROUND SHAKES AND EVERYBODY.....EVERYBODY IS AT MY COMMAND!!!!!! I do what I want to....to WHO I want to.....YOU THINK YOU GOT ME THIS TIME MANNING ALL YOU'RE GIVING ME IS A FUCKING WARM UP IF THAT.....AND I'LL DO YOU ONE BETTER AT THE BIG SHOW....I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT GOD AND A COUPLE OF FALLEN ANGELS CAN REALLY DO TO YOUR EMPIRE YOU SMARMY LITTLE DOUCHEBAG....I'LL PAY YOU BACK IN SPADES FOR TRYING TO GET ONE OVER ON SNA!!!!!!"
"If only everybody could be as fucking FREE AS I AM....THEN MAYBE THE LOT OF YOU WOULDN'T BE A BUNCH OF FUCKING GOOBERS JUST WAITING TO DIE....Mortius I'm going to use your dead carcass to show everybody the real power here.....TO MAKE MY PRESENCE KNOWN TO THE NON BELIEVERS....YOUR TIME IS OVER....MY TIME....STARTS IN TWO WEEKS!!!!! You really should have gone back to running a funeral home or whatever the fuck it is that you do because no one cares about you.....NOBODY GIVES A SHIT....THE EWA RING IS MY NEW HOUSE OF WORSHIP AND YOU WILL REPENT YOUR FUCKING SINS BEFORE I CUT YOUR THIRTY THREE POUND HEAD OFF AND KICK IT INTO THE CHEAP SEATS....MARK MY WORDS THIS GARBAGE FED WILL BE BLESSED BY A WRESTLING GOD.....OR IT WILL BURN IN HELL....because I am bringing the MOTHER. FUCKING. APOCALYPSE TO EWA......GET IN LINE OR LAY DOWN AND DIE....CHOICE IS YOURS.....I REALLY DON'T GIVE A FUCK!!!!!!"
Jess Starr had been sitting on the floor directly across from him the entire time. Her hair was chopped up something awful and her makeup stained her cheeks. Nick pushed himself up and took a knee in front of her. He tilted his head and stared. She stared back at him and crossed her arms over her chest. Nick thought this was funny.
"Why'd you stop?" Nick picked up the scissors and looked at her again.
"Because you started rambling and it was boring me to death. Can I go now?!"
"No. You're the one that wanted to pretend to be a wrestler. You need to get rid of that hair and look the part."
"I'm not PRETENDING TO BE-" Nick clamped his hand down over her mouth so tight that her eyes went big and she started to panic a little.
"You ARE....YOU'RE A FUCKING FRAUD....A FUCKING SHITTY FRAUD JUST LIKE THE REST OF THEM....YOU WANNA TRY AND HUMILIATE ME....SPEAK AGAINST ME....TAKE MY FUCKING NAME IN VAIN....BITCH YOU GOT A BIG FUCKING PROBLEM NOW YOU SHOULDA STAYED HOME WITH YOUR FUCKED UP FACE....NOW FINISH CUTTING YOUR HAIR!!!!!"
Nick took his hand away and Jess gasped for air. Nick held the scissors out and wiggled them back and forth until she finally took them with a shakey hand and peeled another bit of her hair away from her face. Nick grabbed her wrist hard to stop her.
"No. More than that. Don't be a pussy."
Jesse opened her fingers wider and clamped down on more of her own hair. She stared at him with hate in her eyes and cut through the strands. Nick nodded in approval.
"There ya go. LOOKIN' TOUGH GIRLY, DAMN!!!!!"
Nick leaned forward and placed a light kiss on Jess' forehead. She squealed in rage and kicked her foot out directly into his shin. He no sold it and stood up.
"You're psycho." Jess blurted, "You're a fucking psycho! Just you wait!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!" Nick slammed his fist against the bathroom door. "You done in there yet?!?" Nick pulled the door open and Fabian Maxwell stumbled out, his head completley shaved, wearing a pair of women's underwear and a bra. He put his hands over his crotch and whined. Nick smiled big.
"Like it?"
"Y-yeah....great...." Fabian's voice shook. He avoided eye contact and put his hands over his crotch. Nick grabbed his cheeks and squeezed until Fabian looked up at him.
"Yeah, see I told you they'd look real good. Now you're ready to wrestle! NOW YOU'RE ONE OF THE BIG BOYS!!!!!"
Nick grabbed Fabian by the back of his neck and pushed him toward Jess as she stood up. A heavy pounding on the door stopped Nick as he advanced on the two.
"Right on time to fuck my night up." Nick turned and pulled that door open as well. The Texas Ramblin' Man was standing in the hallway with an unlit cigarette between his lips. He pushed the brim of his black cowboy hat up and peeked over Nick's shoulder.
"Heard you yellin' from down the hall. This ain't your locker room. What in the fuck....what are you doin' in here?!" Fabian was waving his arm frantically to get Greg's attention.
"I just want these two looking the part. If they're gonna be out there while SNA is wrestling then they need to look the fucking part and not embarrass me you dig?"
Jesss and Fabian took the cue to fucking bolt, shoving right past Nick and Greg into the hall. Greg looked floored as he watched them run.
"Oh, THANK YOU. Thanks for that. I wasn't done yet." Nick grabbed something from behind the door.
"Nick this ain't....Nick you....you are fucked up." Greg turned and took in the carnage of the locker room. He put his hands on his hips and lowered his head. "I can't....do this with you anymore....I need....fuck, you need to-"
Greg was cut off by a thunderous chairshot that crushed his skull against the wall. His body went limp but he didn't go down until Nick reared back and slammed it into his head again. Blood spattered the wall marking the initial impact and streaked all the way down to where Greg fell on the floor.
"I need to WHAT?!? CUT LOOSE THE DEAD WEIGHT?!? GET RID OF THE VOICE OF 'REASON' THAT HAS BEEN GRATING ON ME SINCE I MADE THE MISTAKE OF CALLING YOU UP?!? WAY AHEAD OF YOU OLD MAN!!!!!"
SNA lifted the chair over his head and slammed it down onto Greg's skull three more times. The Ramblin' Man didn't protest one bit.
"GOT ANYTHING ELSE TO SAY?!?! HUH?!?!"
Nick threw the twisted chair down and grabbed his own hair up in his hands as he crouched down over his former mentor.
"C'mon. You always got something to say." Nick pulled over onto his back. His face was decimated, teeth missing for sure. Nick gripped his cheeks and squeezed them in and out to mimmick speaking as he replaced The Ramblin's Man voice with a high pitched impression of his own.
"I'm sorreh, Nick! I dunno what I was thinkin'! We're friends and I shoulda been there for ya all along!" Nick let go of his face. "Oh. Oh! You're sorry. WELL YOU CAN SHOVE YOUR SORRY'S IN A SACK MISTER.....IT'S TOO LATE TO REPENT NOW.....you ungrateful old cunt I brought you back.....I MADE YOU RELEVANT AGAIN.....BUT YOU JUST KEPT TALKING.....AND TALKING.....AND FUCKING TALKING UNTIL IT MADE ME SO MAD THAT.....that I couldn't help but break you Tex.....I couldn't help it....."
Nick stood up and looked down at what he had done. The crazy look on his face turned into a smile. And then it shifted into what could be construed as remorse if anybody else had been watching. Nick quickly looked away and grabbed his neck again as he bent over to pick up Greg's hat. Stuffing it down on top of his own head he walked into the hall without looking back and rounded the corner just as EWA security led by Beefy Armstrong with Jess Starr and Maxwell Fabian jogging behind them came from the other direction and rushed into the room. Jess Starr screamed out loud. Nick was already gone.
Twenty two year old high school dropout and current small time drug pedaling hip-hop enthusiast Jimmy Onoo danced with a blonde girl grinding up on either side of him along with the throbbing beat in Nick's hotel room. Nick himself sat on the edge of the bed quietly, staring at something on his phone.
"Yo dawg! Get up and hit that crsytal, son! WOOOO!" Jimmy cackled and wiggled his tongue, lifting a bottle of liquor up above his head pouring it down his throat and all over the two vapid girls on either side of him. They just shrugged and laughed with him. Nick didn't budge.
"Yo...are you alive over there?" Jimmy slipped away from the girls so they danced with each other instead. Jimmy whapped Nick on the shoulder. Nick jumped and whipped around.
"What?!"
"Chill dawg. You alright?"
"I'm fine. Fine." Nick slipped his phone away and stood up again.
"So hit that crystal like I said, yo! C'mon!" Jimmy motioned at the glass table. There was a sizeable amount of crushed up Meth in the center. Jimmy took a rolled out twenty from behind his ear and bent over to snort some up. He popped back up and did a boogie complete with erramt karate chops and kicks while screaming at the top of his lungs.
"GOOOOOD DAMN SON!!!!! THIS SHIT IS THE BOMB!!!!!!" The girls laughed again. Nick pulled his leather jacket off and flung it to the side, snatching the rolled up bill to snort a rail of his own. He stood straight up afterwards and pinched his red nose shut with his eyes closed, stomping one foot. He shook it off and cleared his throat.
"Jesus, where do you get this stuff?"
"If I tell you that, I gotta kill you! HAH. I'm just kiddin' bro. But uh....ya know I can't name names...."
Nick stared at the girls. They stopped dancing and stared right back. One of them bit her fingernail between her teeth in a smile. Nick walked over and slapped Jimmy on the shoulder, lowering his voice.
"I think they wanna get down, James."
Jimmy giggled and covered his mouth with his fist. His bright red hoodie hung off of him. "Ohhhh shit, yeah they do! Which one do you want? I think I like the one on the right. Wait, are they twins?"
"I don't know, we'll work that out after you go grab some condoms."
"Huh? I don't have any condoms, bro."
"Neither do I. That's why you gotta go get some."
"What?! Naw, naw Nick I can't I'm straight up TOASTED." Jimmy laughed again and almost tipped over but Nick held on to his arm.
"Dude look how horny they are. Look. We need to get it in. But I'm not dropping my dick in there without anything short of a hazmat suit on and neither are you. There's a store right at the corner, just go down and get some fucking rubbers."
Jimmy pouted but pulled his stocking knit hat on and turned to the door anyway. Nick followed him and stopped in the doorframe, leaning on it.
"Hey. What would you do if someone tried to put the screws to you and run you out of town? You'd push back, right?"
"Fuck yeah, man. Fuck people that try to fuck with me. I'll get 'em back even worse!" Jimmy stumbled into the opposite wall and almost fell over. "Fuck these muthafuckaaaaas!" Nick smiled and patted Jimmy on the head when he stood back up. "I think I'm gonna like having you around."
"Really?" Jimmy rubbed his raw nose. Nick turned to look at the two girls as they started to strip each other down. He looked back at Jimmy and winked, slamming the door shut in his face. Jimmy started to walk before he came to a sudden realization and turned back around. "Wait a sec, it's four A.M. That shit closed at twelve. Nick?" Jimmy grabbed the doorknob and jiggled it. He banged on the door as loud as he could, but no one answered. Instead, the music got even louder. Jimmy put both hands on his head and looked about as disappointed as someone had ever looked.
"....AWWW MAAAAAN! COME ON!!!!!!"
The most dangerous man that you haven't even met yet.
SNA is GOD.
Message edited by SNA - Saturday, 2011/08/20, 11:04 PM |
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