Post by Kyle Cameron on Aug 27, 2016 23:03:43 GMT -6
Those. Fucking. ASSHOLES.
How DARE that Jenson punk interrupt my match with his butt-buddy Teddy Sol on Overload. My best guess was that he just couldn't stand that I, Kyle MOTHERFUCKING CHAMPION CAMERON, was getting recognition for my hard work by being in the Wentworth tournament, while he wasted away in that stupid "Karn" place of his for a week with nothing to do. Typical jealous hater. That left me by myself in the locker room, with nothing to my name except my gym bag, not even half of my own damn belt. No one spoke a word to me. They never did, but for once I was glad they were leaving me be. Left me alone to plot how I would get my revenge on the Two Cocksuckers From Verona.
Cut to a day later at FPV's house.
Kyle Cameron: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN I'M NOT BOOKED FOR OVERLOAD?!
FPV: That's what I was told. Straight from the GM. "No Kyle Cameron on Overload this week."
Kyle Cameron: Are you fucking SERIOUS?! Did that asshole Price even give a reason?
FPV: Told me you were too much of a liability to ratings.
Slowly but surely the rage began to take over me. The first thing my eye caught was the camera situated in the interview backdrop area. I quickly made my way over there, took the camera and threw it to the ground, smashing it to pieces. Frank didn't seem too concerned about it, though.
Kyle Cameron: MOTHERFCUKER.
FPV: Hey, he said it, not me.
Not satisfied, I then saw a small potted cactus on an end table near the door to Frank's backyard. I grabbed it and tossed as hard as I could to the wall. Soil and broken pottery fell to the floor in a heap.
Kyle Cameron: WHO DOES THIS PRICE GUY THINK HE IS?! WHERE DOES HE GET OFF SAYING I'M A LIABILITY TO RATINGS?! HUH?!
FPV: Relax homie, I'm not done.
Not paying attention to what Frank just said, I bolted to the next most fragile thing in sight: one of Frank's many coffee mugs. I almost destroyed it like I had the camera and the cactus until Frank rushed in and physically stopped.
FPV: HEY! Break that mug and I Headshot you so hard not even your dental record is gonna be enough to identify your corpse.
Breathing heavily, I slowly put the mug back on the counter.
Kyle Cameron: Sorry, I got carried away.
FPV: As I was saying, you DO have a match for Meltdown. Yourself vs. Andre Jenson in a Ductape Unification Match. All you gotta do is tape up the ACTUAL belt and bam, you've won.
Kyle Cameron: Okay...okay, I can handle that. Just gotta tape up the belt. Don't even have to worry bout pins and submissions. I can do this.
FPV: Good. Any idea what you're going to do to Jenson once you two are in the ring again.
Kyle Cameron: The only thing I can do. Knock his shit in.
How DARE that Jenson punk interrupt my match with his butt-buddy Teddy Sol on Overload. My best guess was that he just couldn't stand that I, Kyle MOTHERFUCKING CHAMPION CAMERON, was getting recognition for my hard work by being in the Wentworth tournament, while he wasted away in that stupid "Karn" place of his for a week with nothing to do. Typical jealous hater. That left me by myself in the locker room, with nothing to my name except my gym bag, not even half of my own damn belt. No one spoke a word to me. They never did, but for once I was glad they were leaving me be. Left me alone to plot how I would get my revenge on the Two Cocksuckers From Verona.
Cut to a day later at FPV's house.
Kyle Cameron: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN I'M NOT BOOKED FOR OVERLOAD?!
FPV: That's what I was told. Straight from the GM. "No Kyle Cameron on Overload this week."
Kyle Cameron: Are you fucking SERIOUS?! Did that asshole Price even give a reason?
FPV: Told me you were too much of a liability to ratings.
Slowly but surely the rage began to take over me. The first thing my eye caught was the camera situated in the interview backdrop area. I quickly made my way over there, took the camera and threw it to the ground, smashing it to pieces. Frank didn't seem too concerned about it, though.
Kyle Cameron: MOTHERFCUKER.
FPV: Hey, he said it, not me.
Not satisfied, I then saw a small potted cactus on an end table near the door to Frank's backyard. I grabbed it and tossed as hard as I could to the wall. Soil and broken pottery fell to the floor in a heap.
Kyle Cameron: WHO DOES THIS PRICE GUY THINK HE IS?! WHERE DOES HE GET OFF SAYING I'M A LIABILITY TO RATINGS?! HUH?!
FPV: Relax homie, I'm not done.
Not paying attention to what Frank just said, I bolted to the next most fragile thing in sight: one of Frank's many coffee mugs. I almost destroyed it like I had the camera and the cactus until Frank rushed in and physically stopped.
FPV: HEY! Break that mug and I Headshot you so hard not even your dental record is gonna be enough to identify your corpse.
Breathing heavily, I slowly put the mug back on the counter.
Kyle Cameron: Sorry, I got carried away.
FPV: As I was saying, you DO have a match for Meltdown. Yourself vs. Andre Jenson in a Ductape Unification Match. All you gotta do is tape up the ACTUAL belt and bam, you've won.
Kyle Cameron: Okay...okay, I can handle that. Just gotta tape up the belt. Don't even have to worry bout pins and submissions. I can do this.
FPV: Good. Any idea what you're going to do to Jenson once you two are in the ring again.
Kyle Cameron: The only thing I can do. Knock his shit in.
