| A Week In The Life; of a Killer | |
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| NANU1115 | Apr 11 2010, 02:10 AM Post #1 |
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Killer White
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April 5th 2010, 2:00 am I open the door to a lonely apartment. And as I scramble to the light switch my bags drop to the floor. Invigoration plagues my body for some odd reason. And it feels enlightening coming off of a big loss. Flashback "You know Owen, one day we are gonna rule the industry. Pretty soon people will be able to tell a Jacobs commercial like a needle in a haystack." my brother said to me the day he was killed. It takes a swift blink of the eye and a stretch of my neck before I release myself from the euphoric trance. "I should take a shower" I say to myself "Smells like cornchips." The steam begins to build up as if it were a sauna. A quick step into the shower and the water beats my pure and naked body. grabing the bar soap, I begin to thoroughly scrub myself. Flashback "Your nothing but an inbred little shit!" My stepfather exclaims "Let go of him!!" My sister cries I feel the punches that land on my face. And unexpectedly I burst into a series of laughs and chuckles. And before the bastard could land a sixth punch my brother tackles him smooth. All of a sudden the water gets cold swiftly bringing me back to the present. I immediately jump out of the shower and turn the knob above the fixture. I step toward the vanity as I wipe a fraction of the fog. Reaching for the razor I manage to spark myself against a hand towel. "Ahh *expletive*!" I give it another go as I slap on a handful of barbrasol against the bottom portion of my face. Nothing but the naked eye spots the huge rash on my upper cheek. "It must be the bump I took at the gym." I'll get over it, I am a wrestler right? I mean, wrestlers are the most invincible beings on the face of the earth. "... Thhh!" I exlaim as a cut exploits itself on my face. Flashback My brother holds him to the ground as my sister continues to cry. I turn my head with a disturbed smirk on my face. At that point I really couldn't find a reason as to why the hilarity ensued according to my perspective. After my brother nearly knocks the Rust out of his mouth. He grabs him by the collar and yells in his face. "You son of a bitch! Don't you ever lay a hand on my brother in your life! You understand me?!" My stepfather reaches for some object, I try to sit up and I damn near swallowed a tooth. I stuck two fingers down my throat and I spit up the tooth. I smile and as soon as I realize that I puked up spinach soup also, I faint to the ground. --------------------------------------- April 7th 2010 2:00 pm "Howard, Howard, Howard." "You haven't taken the hint." "Oops my bad. I didn't give one" "And as a matter of fact. This Sunday at Throwdown." "ITS SHOWDOWN!" the director yells at me "At Showdown, You will get the hint." "CUT!... What is it with you?" "What did I do?" "You sound bland and tacky." "How?" "Whaddaya mean how?... You sound like a fuckin' power ranger." ... "Your gonna pay. What the hell type a shit is that?... Grow a pair, think outside the box... TAKE 6." "You know Howard, you really think that you have the advantage with your money, and your cars... Well guess what?" "You've got another thing comin!" "Aww Jesus, where's a pro when you need 'em... BALLS!" "DO YOU HAVE ANY?... TAKE 7." "Howie! You know what! FUCK YOUR PINK FLOYD!" "Your all about stylin and profiling. Well you know what?" "I'm about violence and defiling!" "And I couldn't give a rats ass how much money you have!" The director claps, signaling the end of killer whites promo. "Thats what it takes to be a wrestler. You have got to be edgy. Lets look at some improv tapes from past wrestlers." We make our way to the Video Archives. He grabs a random dvd and slides it into the dvd player. "You Know Something Brother! This Sunday at The Main-Event! The Gravest Challenge will be broken!" the screen lights up with a buff man dressed in yellow. "WHACHA GONNA DO UNDERTAKER!!! WHEN THE HULKSTER RUNS WILD ON YOU!!" "Who the hell is that guy? he looks constipated?" i say to the director "WHAT! ARE YOU STUPID?!" he yells at me "THATS HULK HOGAN YOU IDIOT!!" Not knowing that i have zero percent knowledge about wrestling, this guy continues to yell at me. "Here, let me put on another tape. If you don't recognize this guy your a jackass!" He slides another disc into the driver. "well rock you heard it ken shamrock said hes gonna take his frustration out on mankind an... " Michael Hayes says to the rock "...Ah shut up!" "You think the rock could give two pieces of monkey crap about you ken shamrock, and your little frustrations!" "Ah i know that guy!" i say "shh!" he says to me "So what the rock wants to know, is if you two candy ass jabronis don't have to much sugar in your testes!" "You come on out! You face the rock! two on one! Make your monkey asses famous. Cause the rock will be smackdab, right in the middle of the peoples cage!" The Director pauses the dvd... "I didn't know Dwayne Johnson was a wrestler." i say "I Give Up, You don't get a promo this week! Get out!" he exclaims "And Don't Come Back Until Your Match!" ----------------------------- April 10th 2010 9:00am A tear flows down my cheek as I wipe the cold out of my eyes. And my phone rings uncontrollably, at a fast pace. It's 9 am and a bill collector is filling my incoming calls list. As soon as I delete the calls my phone rings once more. This time its the managerial office at the casino. "Hello." the young female intern says "Hello?" "Is this about tonight?" "Yes, we wanted to know what pair of levis do you want? We have relaxed fit, and Comfort fit." "...*sigh* You call me for this crap?" "Mister Killer if you prefer another time we can prefer another superstar." "Alright, alright... Gimme the Relaxed fit. And it better not be tight!" "You've got it... *click*" "Yeah, I've got it... Bitch." I say to myself I walk to the bus stop with a drowsy look on my face. And before I can take another breath the #42 stops in front of my feet. The pressure from the door echos throughout the valley as I step into the bus. I walk to the middle of the bus and plant my ass into the nearest seat. ----------------------------- April 10th 11:00am After about an hour, we finally make it to Vegas. I get let off at the nearest bus stop, and as soon as you can say Lets Get Ready to Rumble. I see a crushed copy of 'Undercover Millionaire' laying on the curb next to a garbage bin. "Damn, Not even the garbage wants Howard." I pick up the copy and i put it in my Adidas drawstring bag. I plug in this free ipod i found on the bus. And i push the Skullcandy Earphones in my ears before cleaning the earwax off of the rubber. "Kenny G, Hell No." "Corrosion of Conformity, Not today." "Rush, meh. Who only puts Fly by Night instead of Hemispheres?" "Alice in Chains, Aha." I click "Heaven Beside You" as i walk a couple of blocks to a local mcdonalds. I begin to reminisce over my past. Flashback "Look Owen, you either sit your happy ass down in the dugout... Or you grow a pair and be a fucking man."!" Coach Gernald said to Owen "But coach Look at their pitcher, he's got a killer changeup and I fall for it every year we play them." Owen responds "Hes practically insured a strikeout every time they play us." "Look, if you want to be a little girl... We will inconvenience the team by hiring a DH." "Are you serious?"Owen responds with sarcasm "NO! Get your fucking ass on the plate and hit me a fucking homerun." A young Owen filled with anger, proceeds to the home plate. He hits the base with the wooden bat before turning around and rolling his eyes at coach gernald. He then looks at his teammate at second base. And he gives owen a thumbs up. The pitcher pulls his hat forward. He then throws a four seam, Owen swings with all of his might and hits a foul ball towards the third basemen. "FOUL BALL! STRIKE ONE!" the umpire says. The pitcher procrastinated before steping back on to the mound. This technique is used to put intimidation into the mind of the batter. After two LONG minutes the pitcher steps back onto the mound. He refit his hat and throws it to the second basemen, and swiftly Owens teammate scurries back to the base for a loud call. "SAFE!" the umpire shouts with a hand gesture "Oh Jesus, when is this guy going to end it already." Owen thinks to himself. Owen looks at the scoreboard and it reads. "Home: 3, Away: 3, Bottom of the Ninth Inning." The pitcher gets infatuated with his hat once more, before delivering a curve ball down the pipe. Owen swings the Louisville Slugger and hits the ball out of the park. The pitcher gets angry and crumbles his hat. Owen runs a light jog around the bases. Eventually walking to the home base with cheers and chants. And a voice takes me from my daydream. "How May I Take Your Order?" For Some Reason i couldn't respond. So i improvise alittle. "PANCAKES!" "I'm Sorry sir, but breakfast ended an hour ago." "More like a decade."i say to myself "Excuse Me." She says to me "Oh, nothing." i reply as she hands me my receipt. |
![]() You just stood there screaming, fearing no one was listening to you. They say the empty can rattles the most, The sound of your own voice must soothe you. -James Hetfield ["My Friend of Misery"] Killer White Theme Song: "Cybermind" by Artillery | |
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