Post by MasterEvil on Jun 16, 2017 22:46:18 GMT
"Goodnight Sabrina."
"Goodnight daddy."
I smile softly at my little girl and even gently stroked her forehead until she goes to sleep. I make sure to quietly leave my daughter's bedroom and enter the somewhat dusty room I personally had soundproofed a long time ago. Now where is that drawer. There it is. Is it in there. There it is...my old, equally dusty, camcorder. Haven't seen you in a while. Better set it up to record me before I sit down on this beaten up seat.
"Disclaimer, it has been a long ass while since I've done one of these...let alone compete in a wrestling ring...so don't expect some masterpiece. Not that I've ever been known for such things. After all, the only Championship reign I've ever had was only fifteen days long. And after two years of sorting my life out I plan to re-enter the world of wrestling. Who is my first opponent?
Some goth chick that goes by the name of Sarah Selena Lacklan.
Then again for someone who, according to her podcast site, calls herself a 'hot goth' - which itself should be more than enough to show how insecure she is about her appearance since only either the self-obsessed or those lacking self-confidence goes around calling themselves hot - she seems to act too much like some typical high-school girl all over Twitter. Yes I do at least try to take notice of those things now and then. Especially this whole 'Fighting The World Across The World' tour thing you've been doing girl. Be it in the UK, Japan or even some random tribal village, you're going to be all over the world to fight anybody and everybody.
Now I could mention something about your tiny ass but, just like all the accolades you might've had before our confrontation in South Africa, I only have one thing to say about that..."
I move some of my hair off my face before continuing.
"I don't give a shit about any of that."
Thank goodness this room is soundproofed, I don't want my little girl use such language at her age.
"For, at the end of the day, the only thing that matters is not about some twitter interactions, some tour around the world or the fact your soulmate is at least alive to be with you..."
I rub my eyes for a moment at the mentioning of my deceased wife.
"The only thing that matter is who'll walk out of our fight breathing...and, I don't know about you, but breaking people -
physically, emotionally or mentally - has always been an old hobby of mine. So to shorten down what is going to happen to you once we meet in the ring...I will only say this..."
I fixate my gaze at the camera.
"Death to the Queen."
After saying my words I reach over to the camcorder and switch it off. Man, I haven't done that in a while.
"Goodnight daddy."
I smile softly at my little girl and even gently stroked her forehead until she goes to sleep. I make sure to quietly leave my daughter's bedroom and enter the somewhat dusty room I personally had soundproofed a long time ago. Now where is that drawer. There it is. Is it in there. There it is...my old, equally dusty, camcorder. Haven't seen you in a while. Better set it up to record me before I sit down on this beaten up seat.
"Disclaimer, it has been a long ass while since I've done one of these...let alone compete in a wrestling ring...so don't expect some masterpiece. Not that I've ever been known for such things. After all, the only Championship reign I've ever had was only fifteen days long. And after two years of sorting my life out I plan to re-enter the world of wrestling. Who is my first opponent?
Some goth chick that goes by the name of Sarah Selena Lacklan.
Then again for someone who, according to her podcast site, calls herself a 'hot goth' - which itself should be more than enough to show how insecure she is about her appearance since only either the self-obsessed or those lacking self-confidence goes around calling themselves hot - she seems to act too much like some typical high-school girl all over Twitter. Yes I do at least try to take notice of those things now and then. Especially this whole 'Fighting The World Across The World' tour thing you've been doing girl. Be it in the UK, Japan or even some random tribal village, you're going to be all over the world to fight anybody and everybody.
Now I could mention something about your tiny ass but, just like all the accolades you might've had before our confrontation in South Africa, I only have one thing to say about that..."
I move some of my hair off my face before continuing.
"I don't give a shit about any of that."
Thank goodness this room is soundproofed, I don't want my little girl use such language at her age.
"For, at the end of the day, the only thing that matters is not about some twitter interactions, some tour around the world or the fact your soulmate is at least alive to be with you..."
I rub my eyes for a moment at the mentioning of my deceased wife.
"The only thing that matter is who'll walk out of our fight breathing...and, I don't know about you, but breaking people -
physically, emotionally or mentally - has always been an old hobby of mine. So to shorten down what is going to happen to you once we meet in the ring...I will only say this..."
I fixate my gaze at the camera.
"Death to the Queen."
After saying my words I reach over to the camcorder and switch it off. Man, I haven't done that in a while.