DieCobros
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 |  Subject: Bork Payne Sat Jan 04, 2014 2:20 pm | |
| The cold Columbus air pierced my skin, like a butcher cuts pieces of a pig to serve to those that are hungry. Another week, another Raw show. The repetition, the scheming, the politics: It was enough to make a man's head explode. And yet, every week, I repeat the same process over and over again as if it's some kind of ritual, unable to be stopped even by my own will; the corporate scumbags and the rabid fans calling my name every I turn I made. This time would be much of the same, albeit without my former "partner in crime", Paul Heyman. He was known to be quite loyal to his clients, except when he'd take more than what was given to him. The man was a cheapskate, profiting off of my own..........habits. I parked my SUV by the arena, and went straight to the locker room. As usual, I had gotten there early, the only other person there was the custodian, trudging along with his mop and Walkman combo, mopping the floors of the blood, sweat, and contempt.
I took a look at the card this week, wondering which poor son of a bitch was going to get in my way tonight. It turned out, my opponent tonight had a lot of similarities with my opponent last week. Long hair, cheap smiles, and bad attitudes. It didn't matter who it was, the result was going to be the same: a bloody mess of broken bones and dreams, all lined up across a professional wrestling ring. Win after win after win, the feeling still remained the same: Empty. What was the point of going along with this job? I had already been a champion in this industry, in MMA, and back at college......The life I had intended to live long ago was far more simple: Raise a farm and a family. At least then I wouldn't be torturing myself with booze, pills, and drugs. I took a seat and thought about the "champions" of this hellhole. What happened to the champions of yesteryear, the REAL troopers who worked their asses off to be even considered to appear on national television.....All these chumps wouldn't even be fit to clean up the cheap seats on CZW......All but one. I took a look at one of the pictures on the card: Curt Hennig.
Known also by the name "Mister Perfect", (I doubt his win/loss record would agree with that) he was a former Intercontinental Champion, a United States Champion, and also my mentor: The man who taught me everything to know about this business, and also how to keep my head afloat on top of the sea of corporate bullshit. I asked the custodian when Curt would get here: He mentioned something about him only being there at the last minute, then leaving right after his matches. I would have to catch him at a good time; I needed to talk to him. For now though, I'd rest up for my match with.......Shawn Michaels. I was trying to concentrate on my matchup, but I was too distracted thinking of what I'd done to Paul Heyman, the pain I had caused him. Sure, the schmuck was shady and evil, but maybe I shouldn't have sent him off like that. Then again, it was the heat of the moment; the fans, the adrenaline, the tension........It was too much for me to handle. Off the corner of my eye, I noticed something.
The poster reminded me of brighter days, where I was high as a kite both on the food chain and in my mind. I was an animal back then compared to today, when it came to my habits. But it was also my greatest success. Do I have what it takes anymore? Maybe I needed to stop the drugs for good. Back then, they might have been acceptable, but now it's a different world out there. Plus, I was disappointing my fans, my family, and my colleagues - the few I had left, anyways. I made a promise to myself to stop the bullshitting around and to take this job seriously. The success, the glory........it's within my grasp. I was going to have to step up my game. I turned to look at another poster, the Royal Rumble. I smirked, knowing that the PPV was going to be the "jumping off point", so to speak, for my rise to glory.
Here comes the pain. [Promo closed. Feedback please.] | |
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DullChameleon
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| | Subject: Re: Bork Payne Sat Jan 04, 2014 3:33 pm | |
| Oh yeah, an intelligent, reflective Bork. Watch out WCF, shit just got real. | |
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DJ
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| | Subject: Re: Bork Payne Sat Jan 04, 2014 6:58 pm | |
| I get it, it's like Max Payne! Awesome | |
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AleedManney
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| | Subject: Re: Bork Payne Sat Jan 04, 2014 9:31 pm | |
| Since when can Lesnar talk? The fuck is this? | |
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