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| The Corporation | Jan 21 2011, 06:00 AM Post #1 |
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She lies asleep, Amanda, soft breathing as her head rests against the pillow, unaware and dreaming in her own little world. Even though the whole rooms caves a darkness from corner to corner with no light entering the room, another shadow smother her helpless body. Chris Wrestling homes a chair, facing, staring at her, he admires everything she so innocently bears in her sleep, baring the time, enduring his environment, he takes in the silence. Chris Wrestling: Poor Amanda, you never asked for this, at the moment you lie in your comatose fantasy world of security, not even aware I'm sitting here, talking to you. To think if none of this ever happened, you'd be at home, safe, in the warmth of comfort, love, safety and knowing when you wake up you'll continue with your everyday tasks. You'd go to work, pay your bills, go shopping, maybe go to the bar and have a drink, have a flirt, catch up on gossip with your friends, but because of Limp, you can no longer do that. Now sure, Limp would blame me, people like Torres would share the blame between Limp and me, you would probably blame me, but I assure you, this was all due to Limp's greed and self ego. He was never xtreme, he was never Perfect, or anything else that he claims upon himself, he was selfish, annoying, chauvinistic and far from gentlemanly. If anything you should be thanking me, he should be thanking me, the world should be thanking me as I mould and shape before everyone, a little Romeo and Juliet story that's just waiting for an ending. You see, what everyone doesn't know is the true story here, a man so violent and self rejecting, a man, Limp, pulling himself out of his own reality and trying to be something he isn't. You see Limp wanted to paint this picture of himself being a woman beater, a man of control and ability to carve into his palace.. you know what I saw? what I still see? I see a scared man, one who's afraid to admit he's just like the rest of us, he feels, he has fears, he has weaknesses, and you know what, you're all of his. You're the girl he knows will make him feel, he is feeling, you're the girl he fears, because you bring him down to each and make him realize, he isn't nothing special, and you're his weakness, because you allow me to see into his soul. Amanda begins moving as she rolls onto her back, Chris Wrestling leans forward, an aching pain sounds from him as the burns on his back still hurt, he wipes some hair from her face. Chris Wrestling: I see a world, a world beyond one of your own that things become so much clearer, things like Limp, being pathetically weak and controllable. You know rumors are already flying around that Limp has made his decision, I've already heard he's packing up his things, I've already heard he picked you Amanda. You and Limp will be reunited, he'll come to your save, and the two of you will live happily ever after, you only have to put up with this a few more days until that happens. You know, I'll be happy for you, you won't have to put up with this torture, this pain of being alone out here, knowing you're only here because of your husband and my own fighting over dominance in SVO. Chris Wrestling gets up, with an ache as he protects his back, he walks over to the wall and unhooks something, pulls on something else and a shun of lights opens up in the room. A small window in the top corner of the room, letting in the moonlight from outside, Chris Wrestling stands staring, admiring the nightsky, he turns back to Amanda as it lights up her face and features. Chris Wrestling: You're a pretty girl Amanda, you should never have been reduced to this kind of ordainment, these games, this monstrosity of events that could have been avoided. But I'm glad Limp has seen sense, he's realized his own feelings, his own thoughts, his wife being out here is too much torture for his soul, and he needs relief. He's seen the light, the fact that you are clearly too much, too important to let go, and he can't seduce you to these events no longer, he has to end any suffering for the two of you. Soon Amanda, Limp will decide, he'll pick you, this will all be over, and I will have won my battle, I will have taken Limp out of the game, and then I'll continue my path, the World title, the International title, the number one spot in SVO. Chris Wrestling lets out a smile, believing in himself, having the faith he rests against the wall, avoiding touching his back. Chris Wrestling: You see Amanda, your husband isn't my only problem right now, problems keep on rising here in the world of Sanctioned Violence Organization. Problems have there own problem of keep interfering in my business, the devil has his duties, the bin men have there duties, I have mine, nobody interferes with the devil or the bin men, but they choose to do so with me. But I suppose its a part of being the number one guy, the guy everyone fears, because I'm that, we have to give him a problem I suppose they're all thinking. He shakes his head. Chris Wrestling: It's bullshit, problems or no problems Amanda, I'm unstoppable, your husband has come to the realization of that, hence why he's giving up for you. But others don't seem to see the right path, when given the choice of doors, one saying 'go this way' the other saying 'do not enter' they choose the do not enter, and end up regretting it. Last week Amanda I was posed with such a problem, a team that goes by the name Xtreme Fusion, a team feared by others, for a reason I don't quite understand, decided to be a problem for me, and at the same time cause problems for themselves. Xtreme Fusion goes about this company acting like they own the place, being handed a title shot from their boss, their buddy, Matt Anderson, practically being handed the number one tag team spot in the company, just for kissing ass. They don't own this company, they aren't true champions, they aren't even even the number one team, you know why? Because I'm the true champion, I'm the true number one guy, I'm the fucking guy that's going to embarrass whoever I face at Showdown. I'm the guy that's going to slap some realism into their face, I'm the guy that's going to show my opponent on Showdown that he messed with the wrong guy, and I'm the guy, I'm Canadian Perfect, I'm the fucker who's going to burn him. Chris Wrestling bares an angered, annoyed look on his face, staring into the moonlight, thinking out his revenge as the quirk in his lip grips his angered words, keeping him from shouting, keeping him from waking Amanda. Chris Wrestling: You know this travelling path of problems will never end will it? From the trees falling, the pot holes, the broken signs of direction, this road will only cause more problems then its worth, but through love, through passion, through by inner souls fate of being, I'm forced the travel this road and get to the end, no matter how long it is, no matter where it leads. All these other travellers that travel aside me, the Juliana's who want to try steal you away from me and stop me from achieving my own goals, the Xtreme Fusion's that threat over competition. It isn't just them though, the whole company will try to stand in my way of winning, of being number one, in fact this week I have even more pointless competition, something that pisses me off and angers me right down to the bone Amanda. This roulette thing doesn't make sense in my eyes, it doesn't make sense in any of the other athletes, hell I'm sure it doesn't even make sense to anyone apart from the devil that made this match. I do not doubt things will take a turn for the worse, I will not promise my hate for Xtreme Fusion will be put aside, I will not promise my payback I have planned for them will not happen. In fact I invoke everything in this match that brings chaos and a fiery tomb to their death, Amanda, I hope their end is as soon as possible, I... Chris Wrestling grits his teeth, closing his eyes, tilting his head to one side, avoiding an angered release. Chris Wrestling: DVD, Asesino, I question myself, what the fuck are these guys doing in this thing, what the fuck do these guys plan on doing, what the fuck is going on in their minds as they walk in against the Rodriguez Brothers, clearly knowing even as a tag team, they're the underdogs. DVD, the dirt on my shoes I find pathetic and useless, the man who can't pull off a decent victory to save his own life. How disgraceful, but then there's Asesino, not a threat, not a beginning of an era, not even a recognizing danger as he heads in against The Rodriguez Brothers. Now I don't like The Rodriguez Brothers, but I don't hate them, as far as I'm concerned they're just dirt on my other boot. Quite frankly this roulette match is pointless, DVD is pointless, Asesino is pointless, Limp, ha, he's worse then pointless, he's to the degree of non existent come Showdown as I'll be cremating that fucker... Chris Wrestling is gripping the beamed wood in the basement of his cabin, suddenly CRACK.. Chris Wrestling rips out the wood, his eyes look down at the crumbling pieces falling through his fingers, it's as if he just realized something. Out of nowhere his anger spreads, eyes widening, mouth closing and tightening, neck growing with strain and he burst out his spot launching himself across the room. Amanda sleeps in peace but she wakes with a huge scream as Chris Wrestling grabs her, yanking her out of her bed and dragging her across the room. Amanda kicks and screams, panicking and trying to escape Chris Wrestling's grasp, but realizing it's not working she grabs the door frame to stop him, Chris Wrestling grabs her hair and yanks her out, now with each bump pulls her up the stairs. Her ankles and heels take a beating as she's continued to be dragged, he drags her through the house, he opens his door and drags her outside where a blast of light glows up the scenery. 'AHHHHHH, LET ME GO!! PLEASE!! I'LL DO ANYTHING!!' Crying on the floor as she screams out, hair now ruffled and yanked about, Amanda not even awake as she's still surprised and looking around, but in front of her the glowing bright light brings tears and panic to her thoughts. A BLAZE of fire explodes, crackles and rages before the two, the front of Chris Wrestling's house in the open yard, Chris Wrestling has brought to explosion an amount of bushes and branches burning with the flames crawling to the sky. He watches, as if peaceful, looking at the heat raping the cold air and rising higher and higher into the sky, Amanda unaware and unsure what's happening as she cowers on the floor aside Chris Wrestling, still staring at the fire. Chris Wrestling: You know, Showdown is starting to show clearer.. Chris Wrestling stretches his back, the aches of the burns causing a problem, he ignores them, and quickly bursts out snatching Amanda by the hair again and drags her to the fire, she screams and panics trying to kick and stop, Chris Wrestling chucks her in front of the flames, close enough she can feel the heat. Chris Wrestling: You know, Amanda, I'm a good guy, I try to help people and do good, you're just another victim, another casualty of war, and I take no blame of fault for you being the innocently victimized little woman in this. I'm fighting a battle of good and evil, and a huge cauldron of fire has just been dropped onto this fire, I say we fight fire with fire, and that's what I mean when I say Showdown is starting to show clearer. Amanda is trying to crawl away from the scorching flames, but Chris Wrestling yanks her to her feel, she's still crying and hurt, startled so to say, Chris Wrestling holds a tight grip on her and walks closer to the fire, she looks away, scared. Chris Wrestling: If people have to be victims at Showdown, so shall it be, as many victims as it takes, I now realize what must be done.. Chris Wrestling smiles, suddenly he yanks Amanda's hand out hand yanks it into the fire, she screams with such pain, birds cower from the trees, from there resting spots to escape the torturing situation. Amanda drops to the floor crying, clenching her burnt hand, Chris Wrestling ignores her looking into the fire, he just stares, and stares. Chris Wrestling: Fight fire with fire. An sarcastic evil smile grows from Chris Wrestling, he continues to stare and get lost in the flames, but eventually he begins backing off, he looks down at a helpless and hurt Amanda. Chris Wrestling: Let's get some cold water of that burn. Chris Wrestling bends down and picks Amanda up, an arm under her legs and under her back, helping her back to the cabin. It's clear now that no matter the cost, the casualties, the victims or results, Chris Wrestling must go to further extents to get this battle dealt with, and come Showdown, he fights fire with fire. |
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