Post by Jericho Salazar on Aug 14, 2016 12:49:09 GMT -6
You wake up in your bed, back facing your wall. You open your eyes to the most beautiful woman you have ever seen, her face is a work of art so exquisite, it’s too good for a museum. Her eyes are two emerald pools that glisten in the morning light. Her hair, so black it has a green tint in the right light, slightly covers the parts of her beautiful face that touches the pillow. Her lips are as soft as silk and her smile breaks the ice off of your cold frozen heart. Her tan is skin begs to be touched, but all you can do is lay there and marvel at the angel that lays next to you in your cold bed. You smile back to her. You question how lucky you are that someone like this is even close to you. You frown because you know the inevitable has finally come.
Jericho: I miss you.
A drop of blood runs down her nose, one of her pools of emerald dries up and sinks into its socket. Her tanned skin turn pail white, she whispers to you.
: They did this to me.
Jericho: grrrrRRRRAAAAAH!
Jericho lunges from his bed frothing at the mouth, screaming till he is blue in the face, punching the cold hardwood floor until his knuckles bleed. He pauses for a moment, letting his feeling of loss envelope him like a noose. He immediately reaches over to his cigarettes on the nightstand next to him, putting one in his mouth and attempts to light it with a gas station lighter.
Jericho: COME ON YOU FUCKING LITTLE CUNT SHIT FUCK AHHHHH!
He throws his lighter as hard as he can out his bedroom window and storms down to his kitchen to light his Turkish royal on the stove. As he passes his living room he punches over a lamp he had on a desk next to his dust covered couch. He speed walks to the stove in his kitchen and turns the gas on high then turns the pilot light over.
Jericho: light LIGHT YOU FUCK, DADDY NEEDS TO SUCK ASH.
The gas finally ignites and he lights his cigarette on the blue flame. He takes a massive ten-second-long drag and pulls the smoke deep in his lungs.
Jericho: holy fuck, YES UGH, that’s sex right there.
Jericho backs against a wall in his kitchen and slides down it, putting his face in his hands.
Jericho: Those fucking wrestlers, this is their fucking fault all this happened. Those fucking faggots are the reason all this has happened. Don’t worry I’m gonna come see you soon and once I get the money I’ll take us far away from here. I need to come see you again don’t I?
Jericho takes another drag of his cigarette and ashes it on his floor. He exhales the smoke out through his nose.
Jericho: Alright, get your shit together who the fuck am I facing this week?
Jericho walks back upstairs to his room to get his phone. On the way back he passes his now shattered lamp.
Jericho: Uhhh I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.
He walks back up his creaky stairs and into his room, the blood on his knuckles has started to coagulate. He picks up his phone and smokes his cigarette.
Jericho: Okay, Okay, who do we have here? Shadowlove? That faggot? Like who the fuck names themselves Shadowlove? That’s so fucking stupid I actually cant fucking believe it. And like what has this guy even done in his so called career at this shit hole? Shadowlove you are completely useless and a fucking pussy. You think that not tapping makes you a man, that by not tapping and risking a massive career ending injury, you are fucking retarded! In fact, you are fucking faggot pussy because you did all of this because you were scared, with your fucking tail between your legs, of disappointing your chink eyed puppet master. You are so pussy whipped that you can’t do a thing without her, it wouldn’t surprise me if you have to sit there on the toilet and call her name so she can come wipe your ass for you. “Ms. Chink Eye! I’m done!” and then she come over to and bends you over her knee and wipes your ass and tells you “Yuh Sader ruv, yu iz vury spesel men!” Well guess what you fucking Chip-N-Dale, razor haircut, can’t wipe your own ass, faggot, you are not special. All of your biggest blunders have come from the fact you can’t do anything on your own as evidenced by the fucking fact that you start shit with some faggot Howard Black and THEN GET YOUR ASS SERVED TO YOU ON A SILVER PLATTER AT A FIVE STAR RESTAROUNT BY THE GUY YOU SHIT TALKED.
I bet the reason that you did that was because Chink Eyes McSidewaysvagina wasn’t there to put your tight faggot ass in the corner and go, “why yu must brang shame upun us and shiet post against men wif ahuge peniz den yuhs?” He fucking molested you in the ring and then because you couldn’t let your fucking hand-up-you-ass puppet master be sad at you, you fucking shit yourself and pass out. Guess fucking what that makes you more of pussy and makes you lose even harder, because you couldn’t handle losing. Because you couldn’t handle getting that L shoved up your ass, you bitch out, throw a temper tantrum like the fucking two-year-old, snot nosed, constantly shitting yourself child that you are, and then cry so hard you pass out in front of everyone and lose.
You fucking lost, and you can’t get over it so bad that you don’t accept it. So I am going to help you with this, I will be the great, amazing person that I am and I will help you get over this loss by doing two things. The first thing I am going to do to help with this is break you in the ring. I am not going into this fight just to win; I am going in this fight to hurt you. I am going to beat that fucking chiseled jaw of yours into dust, I am going to beat you so bad that all of your shit garbage modeling contracts break. Even if I lose this match, I will still win because I am going to ruin your entire life. Chink eyes over there is going to leave you, your money will be gone and then finally you can accept the fact that you lost to Howard black. The other thing I am going to do is to put SHADOWLOVE LOST TO HOWARD BLACK where ever I go. I am going to get everyone to put this where ever they go, where ever you go! After you realize you can’t escape this you can finally accept that you lost no matter how you try to rationalize it. You are welcome.
Now let’s also not forget how fucking atrocious you were in your tag match with your big daddy Sanchez who didn’t so much carry you as he did cradle you in his arms and fucking completely lift you into the sky and do all the work in that fight. Fuck, you were the Logan Demon Joker of that match, doing absolutely fuck all, jacking off in the corner. THEN YOU SHIT TALK, AND START SHIT WITH SANCHEZ. What the fuck dude, the man saves your life in that match and then you fucking shit talk him. I literally cannot comprehend the level of fucking stupid that goes through your head. I mean are you so absolutely, mind numbingly stupid that you cannot comprehend how pathetic that you are?
This is why you are going to lose when you go out there and have your music cut short by Chink eyes music and stand there with your cock and nuts tucked between your legs, having a nice profuse cold sweat, trembling before me and that faggot daddy’s boy Wentworth. I am going to drop you off the fucking world. No one is going to be saying SHADOWLOVE LOST TO HOWARD BLACK once I’m done with you, they are all going to say WHO IS SHADOWLOVE? The answer to that question is NOBODY.
Jericho looks at his cigarette that has gone out at this point and needs to be relit. He tosses it out his bedroom window and grabs another one from his pack. He makes the trek from his room back down to his kitchen, reading about his other opponent on the way down.
Jericho: And then there is this faggot over here, the Donald Trump wanna be himself, Wentworth Updecunt! How his tower rises above every other nearby! If only it would make his penis as large! This building of yours is basically a hummer for you isn’t it! Well guess what, no matter how much expensive liquor you buy, no matter how many cars you put in that garage, no matter how big you build your monument of compensation, you still will have a tiny, tiny penis. I want you to know, I am so looking forward to this match because I have never gotten to assault a millionaire before, so let’s see how those karate lessons mommy and daddy paid for pay off. My assumption is not very well, in fact they aren’t going to pay off at all, that’s already been proven by the fact you have five losses and those are always going to stick to you. No matter how much you pay and beg those losses will stick to you, you are no longer the social elite you were brought up to believe you were, and much like how when Donald Trump losses this presidential election, you will lose this match.
As Jericho walks past his shattered lamp he is careful to step over the broken glass.
Jericho: I can’t believe that I get to pull a John Lennon and shove my boot up your bourgeoisie ass. Once I shove that spoiled rich kid face in the mud, the rest of your workforce is going to raise up like the proletariat and dismantle your entire business. You are going to lose everything once you enter this match, you are going to see that all your money is worthless when someone you can’t buy off wants you fucking dead. If I were you I would keep one eye open for your servents, after they see me beat you, you never know which one is going to try and do that while you sleep.
Jericho takes a moment from reading to light a new cigarette on his stove, he breaths the smoke in deep and exhales it.
Jericho: This is what makes me dangerous to the two of you, I don’t have any looks to lose here and I’m so broke that money for losing is all I need. In other words, I can come in there and beat the fuck out of the both of you, lose and still come out ahead. I am the worst thing you two could have been put up against, Shadowlove, you fucking male stripper faggot, I’m coming for you first, I’m gonna make you as ugly as I am. Updecunt, you are next, all that money you have is going to be completely worthless in that ring, the underclass is going to topple your shit and bring it crumbling to the ground, showing you that all your hard work is for fucking nothing, and that deep down you are nothing Wentworth. You are Wentworthless.
: Hurt them like they hurt they me.
Jericho: I miss you.
A drop of blood runs down her nose, one of her pools of emerald dries up and sinks into its socket. Her tanned skin turn pail white, she whispers to you.
: They did this to me.Jericho: grrrrRRRRAAAAAH!
Jericho lunges from his bed frothing at the mouth, screaming till he is blue in the face, punching the cold hardwood floor until his knuckles bleed. He pauses for a moment, letting his feeling of loss envelope him like a noose. He immediately reaches over to his cigarettes on the nightstand next to him, putting one in his mouth and attempts to light it with a gas station lighter.
Jericho: COME ON YOU FUCKING LITTLE CUNT SHIT FUCK AHHHHH!
He throws his lighter as hard as he can out his bedroom window and storms down to his kitchen to light his Turkish royal on the stove. As he passes his living room he punches over a lamp he had on a desk next to his dust covered couch. He speed walks to the stove in his kitchen and turns the gas on high then turns the pilot light over.
Jericho: light LIGHT YOU FUCK, DADDY NEEDS TO SUCK ASH.
The gas finally ignites and he lights his cigarette on the blue flame. He takes a massive ten-second-long drag and pulls the smoke deep in his lungs.
Jericho: holy fuck, YES UGH, that’s sex right there.
Jericho backs against a wall in his kitchen and slides down it, putting his face in his hands.
Jericho: Those fucking wrestlers, this is their fucking fault all this happened. Those fucking faggots are the reason all this has happened. Don’t worry I’m gonna come see you soon and once I get the money I’ll take us far away from here. I need to come see you again don’t I?
Jericho takes another drag of his cigarette and ashes it on his floor. He exhales the smoke out through his nose.
Jericho: Alright, get your shit together who the fuck am I facing this week?
Jericho walks back upstairs to his room to get his phone. On the way back he passes his now shattered lamp.
Jericho: Uhhh I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.
He walks back up his creaky stairs and into his room, the blood on his knuckles has started to coagulate. He picks up his phone and smokes his cigarette.
Jericho: Okay, Okay, who do we have here? Shadowlove? That faggot? Like who the fuck names themselves Shadowlove? That’s so fucking stupid I actually cant fucking believe it. And like what has this guy even done in his so called career at this shit hole? Shadowlove you are completely useless and a fucking pussy. You think that not tapping makes you a man, that by not tapping and risking a massive career ending injury, you are fucking retarded! In fact, you are fucking faggot pussy because you did all of this because you were scared, with your fucking tail between your legs, of disappointing your chink eyed puppet master. You are so pussy whipped that you can’t do a thing without her, it wouldn’t surprise me if you have to sit there on the toilet and call her name so she can come wipe your ass for you. “Ms. Chink Eye! I’m done!” and then she come over to and bends you over her knee and wipes your ass and tells you “Yuh Sader ruv, yu iz vury spesel men!” Well guess what you fucking Chip-N-Dale, razor haircut, can’t wipe your own ass, faggot, you are not special. All of your biggest blunders have come from the fact you can’t do anything on your own as evidenced by the fucking fact that you start shit with some faggot Howard Black and THEN GET YOUR ASS SERVED TO YOU ON A SILVER PLATTER AT A FIVE STAR RESTAROUNT BY THE GUY YOU SHIT TALKED.
I bet the reason that you did that was because Chink Eyes McSidewaysvagina wasn’t there to put your tight faggot ass in the corner and go, “why yu must brang shame upun us and shiet post against men wif ahuge peniz den yuhs?” He fucking molested you in the ring and then because you couldn’t let your fucking hand-up-you-ass puppet master be sad at you, you fucking shit yourself and pass out. Guess fucking what that makes you more of pussy and makes you lose even harder, because you couldn’t handle losing. Because you couldn’t handle getting that L shoved up your ass, you bitch out, throw a temper tantrum like the fucking two-year-old, snot nosed, constantly shitting yourself child that you are, and then cry so hard you pass out in front of everyone and lose.
You fucking lost, and you can’t get over it so bad that you don’t accept it. So I am going to help you with this, I will be the great, amazing person that I am and I will help you get over this loss by doing two things. The first thing I am going to do to help with this is break you in the ring. I am not going into this fight just to win; I am going in this fight to hurt you. I am going to beat that fucking chiseled jaw of yours into dust, I am going to beat you so bad that all of your shit garbage modeling contracts break. Even if I lose this match, I will still win because I am going to ruin your entire life. Chink eyes over there is going to leave you, your money will be gone and then finally you can accept the fact that you lost to Howard black. The other thing I am going to do is to put SHADOWLOVE LOST TO HOWARD BLACK where ever I go. I am going to get everyone to put this where ever they go, where ever you go! After you realize you can’t escape this you can finally accept that you lost no matter how you try to rationalize it. You are welcome.
Now let’s also not forget how fucking atrocious you were in your tag match with your big daddy Sanchez who didn’t so much carry you as he did cradle you in his arms and fucking completely lift you into the sky and do all the work in that fight. Fuck, you were the Logan Demon Joker of that match, doing absolutely fuck all, jacking off in the corner. THEN YOU SHIT TALK, AND START SHIT WITH SANCHEZ. What the fuck dude, the man saves your life in that match and then you fucking shit talk him. I literally cannot comprehend the level of fucking stupid that goes through your head. I mean are you so absolutely, mind numbingly stupid that you cannot comprehend how pathetic that you are?
This is why you are going to lose when you go out there and have your music cut short by Chink eyes music and stand there with your cock and nuts tucked between your legs, having a nice profuse cold sweat, trembling before me and that faggot daddy’s boy Wentworth. I am going to drop you off the fucking world. No one is going to be saying SHADOWLOVE LOST TO HOWARD BLACK once I’m done with you, they are all going to say WHO IS SHADOWLOVE? The answer to that question is NOBODY.
Jericho looks at his cigarette that has gone out at this point and needs to be relit. He tosses it out his bedroom window and grabs another one from his pack. He makes the trek from his room back down to his kitchen, reading about his other opponent on the way down.
Jericho: And then there is this faggot over here, the Donald Trump wanna be himself, Wentworth Updecunt! How his tower rises above every other nearby! If only it would make his penis as large! This building of yours is basically a hummer for you isn’t it! Well guess what, no matter how much expensive liquor you buy, no matter how many cars you put in that garage, no matter how big you build your monument of compensation, you still will have a tiny, tiny penis. I want you to know, I am so looking forward to this match because I have never gotten to assault a millionaire before, so let’s see how those karate lessons mommy and daddy paid for pay off. My assumption is not very well, in fact they aren’t going to pay off at all, that’s already been proven by the fact you have five losses and those are always going to stick to you. No matter how much you pay and beg those losses will stick to you, you are no longer the social elite you were brought up to believe you were, and much like how when Donald Trump losses this presidential election, you will lose this match.
As Jericho walks past his shattered lamp he is careful to step over the broken glass.
Jericho: I can’t believe that I get to pull a John Lennon and shove my boot up your bourgeoisie ass. Once I shove that spoiled rich kid face in the mud, the rest of your workforce is going to raise up like the proletariat and dismantle your entire business. You are going to lose everything once you enter this match, you are going to see that all your money is worthless when someone you can’t buy off wants you fucking dead. If I were you I would keep one eye open for your servents, after they see me beat you, you never know which one is going to try and do that while you sleep.
Jericho takes a moment from reading to light a new cigarette on his stove, he breaths the smoke in deep and exhales it.
Jericho: This is what makes me dangerous to the two of you, I don’t have any looks to lose here and I’m so broke that money for losing is all I need. In other words, I can come in there and beat the fuck out of the both of you, lose and still come out ahead. I am the worst thing you two could have been put up against, Shadowlove, you fucking male stripper faggot, I’m coming for you first, I’m gonna make you as ugly as I am. Updecunt, you are next, all that money you have is going to be completely worthless in that ring, the underclass is going to topple your shit and bring it crumbling to the ground, showing you that all your hard work is for fucking nothing, and that deep down you are nothing Wentworth. You are Wentworthless.
: Hurt them like they hurt they me.