Post by ..:Jake Xavier:.. on Mar 31, 2007 20:18:21 GMT -5
|x| Some people don't believe drugs are bad for you .. |x|
What a day .. Jake Xavier was recovered from last night's rampage. He was happy now, truely happy. He sat, curling his hair with his finger, looking at the light diverted from the LCD computer screen, inside Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass' huge mansion.
He loved technology, the way he could find out almost anything, instantly. He was one who lost his patience as a child. This way to retrieve information made him get information without even thinking. He required no patience.
He looked at the XVI web site where he looked at his opponents for the next event. He knew that he could take down Ritalin without trouble. Maybe he was cocky, not confident? ...but he didn’t care. He wanted to know further into the event, who he would face for the triple threat ladder match.
He began to read off of the website’s Pay Per View, A Fool’s Revenge Card. What a event, he thought to himself as he began to read out loud.
..:Jake Xavier:..
XVI World Title, Johnny Mental vs Szaban. Classic, Szaban. What a pansie. What the fuck kind of name is Szaban? Please, Johnny Mental kick his bloody ass.
Falls Counts Anywhere match, Szaban vs Corporal Punishment. What the bloody fuck? Szaban again? XVI needs to hire more talent and stop putting people in two matchs? I have to fight another after I kick the living shit out of Ritalin, but that’s not really consider a wrestling match, instead a old school bad ass fight.
XTreme Title Match. Yes, this is the one. The winner, none other then Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass. Prozac never deserved a title in the first place. What a joke of a wrestler.
Now, now it comes to the triple threat ladder match, which I will be in after I kick Ritalin’s ass. I’ll ether have to off against that ugly son of a bitch, Thor or some homo named Versage Flames. OR Method Cobra .. man, where the fuck do these people get their names? Jesus Christ. OR, Johnny Kaos. That crazy bastard spells his name wrong. What a faggot.
I promise myself this, I will break every bone in that fucking homo son of a bitch’s body. When I’m done with Ritalin, I’ll have him cracked in two like a fucking twig. That fucking bitch will die. And then, the stupid XVI Official Referee will raise my hand and call me the winner. Know why? Because I am the fucking winner. I am the fucking greatest.
Just then, a voice is herd from the distance.
..:Jordan Glass:..
BESIDES ME!
..:Jake Xavier:..
I keep getting approached by some fan’s after last Side Effect, asking me if I can beat Shitty Ritty, because of what they did to Glass and I on the show. Those guys were idiots. After the commercial break we came back and kicked their asses. What a bunch of bullshit. I will totally destroy Ritalin, Then, my next step is the NextGen Title. But a question I ask myself, is do I care?
I really don’t. Titles mean nothing. Worthless gold. Jordan Glass seems to care, but not me. I’d rather go out and kick the living shit out of someone then care about gold. So, even if I do win that ladder match, what am I going to be proud of? That I can take some shitty belt around with me. Yay, bullshit.
Then if I do lose that match, will I even care? I won’t get pinned, I won’t get my ass kicked. It would be luck for someone to beat me, let alone pin me. Impossible.
Jake Xavier sighed, noticing how he spent the whole time talking to himself. Jake Xavier rises from the table, and walks down the dark hallway of the huge mansion. He slides into the kitchen, and grabs a glass from the white cabinet. He goes to the sliver sink, turns the knob, and fills the glass with the clear pale liquid.
He is about to drink the liquid when he lowers the glass, and walks out of the bright room. He walks into the room were he was just sitting, and began to dig through a old black bag which sat on the floor. He soon finished exploring into the bag, he found what he was looking for. It was a small orange bottle with a white lid. The label on the bottle of the pills read “Painkillers”. Jake snapped the cap off the bottle and grabbed a couple of pills and walked back into the kitchen, which was humungous.
When he arrived at the kitchen again. He flicked the light back on and droped the pills into his mouth, then drank half of the glass of water. He wiped his mouth with the bottom of his sleeve, and sighed.
|x| ...but I beg to differ |x|
OOC: Szaban, please don't kill me. I only bad mouthed you because your face. I'm scared of you.
Same thing with G-Dawg, SCARED. 
