Post by The Dunne Deal on Mar 20, 2024 5:21:42 GMT -5
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Under the dim glow of a small table lamp, Joe Nobody sits on a brand new leather couch, his right leg crossed over his left, a glass of whiskey in hand. As he swirls the drink, a mix of emotions fills his mind. For the first time in a long while, he is at a loss for words, unsure of what to think or feel. His opponent, Alexander Von Blankenship, looms over him like a monstrous creature with two heads.
"You think you can play mind games, Von Blankenship? You claim you're out to collect all the gold, but let me tell you something, Alex. You're nothing more than a second-rate hitman. You're like the cheap knockoff version of someone who orders a hit on Amazon or eBay. But instead the buyer's a cheap ass, and orders off of Wish or Temy. You're the bargain basement of threats to me. I guess you can say you're nothing to nobody," Joe says with a wry smile.
His wife, Nicole, chuckles at his last line, finding humor in his words. Joe raises an eyebrow. "What's so funny?"
Nicole replies, mocking his tone, "Nothing to nobody."
Joe shakes his head, a mix of frustration and determination in his eyes. "You know, Alex, you may have tried to mess with my head and make me doubt myself, but all you've done is piss me off. But I know you're not alone in this. You and a couple of others have been bought out by that hack commentator, Philip Blauer. And for what? To somehow blame me for the death of a centenarian?"
He takes a sip of his whiskey, his voice filled with contempt. "Let me make this clear, Phil. That old woman didn't die because of me. She died to escape from your sorry excuse for a human being. And now, your hired gun will be locked inside a steel cage with me, not for my protection, but for yours."
Joe's anger intensifies as he speaks. "From the moment I stepped foot into Hardkore World, you've been my biggest detractor. Every other opponent has shown me at least a molecule of respect, and I've given them the same. But you, Philip, have done nothing but tear me down, both as a wrestler and as a person, since day one."
He takes a moment to compose himself before continuing. "And for the life of me, I can't fathom why you have such a problem with me. Is it because I didn't give you a fedora? Is it because I've defeated your favorite wrestlers? Or is it simply because I have the things you can only dream of?"
A fire burns in Joe's eyes as he declares his intentions. "I will go to war with your little group. I will take out Alexander Von Blankenship, and I'll take out the rest of them, including Florida Man Marty. Oh wait, I already beat him. That's why I proudly hold this championship."
Joe takes a deep breath, his voice filled with conviction. "No, Philip, I know exactly why you've gone to such lengths to find someone who can beat me for this title. It's not Alexander Von Blankenship who falls short. It's you who's jealous. Jealous of the life I have, the happiness, the home, the car, the loving wife, and the child I would give my soul to protect. I have everything you desire but can never attain."
He clenches his fist tightly, his voice seething with anger. "You want to take it all away from me, and you've convinced another fool to do your dirty work. But let me make this crystal clear, Philip Blauer. I will deny your boy. I will make him suffer. I will make him bleed. And while Alexander Von Blankenship lies there, broken and defeated, gazing up at the lights, he'll wonder why he ever took the paycheck."
A sinister smile creeps across Joe's face. "But I won't stop there. I'll step out of that cage, walk right up to the commentary table, rip you out of your goddamn chair, and slap the taste out of your mouth. And then, I'll send you to join your dead wife. I'll beat the ever-living hell out of AVB, and I'll make sure you witness every moment of it, Philip Blauer."
Joe finishes his drink, and chucks the glass, you can hear it shatter in the distance. "And as you for Alex, I though you were stupid for taking stolen inheritance money form Blauer, but then you just had to say it, you had to just open your mouth." "Joe, calm down." said Nicole. "Calm down, calm down. The motherfucker has the nerve, the gall to call me a worthless husband and father. Now I could do the whole Will Smith 'Keep my wife's name out your fucking mouth' thing, but unlike AVB I'm the bigger man, I do mean bigger in every sense of the word. I'm success incarnate. I am the definition of resilience, you say what you want about me, but the number rule of being a real man, is you never mention a man's family. I don't care what I did to you, you keep my wife and child out of your damn mouth, unless you want to know what a Big Mac Shake taste like." Nicole, looks at Joe. "You're so sexy, when you stand up for your family." "I appreciate the kind words, babe, but you see despite AVB being a greedy little asshole on that bastard Blauers payroll, I was trying to be respectful, you know may the best man win, but screw that shit. Cause Alex just proved there's only one real man in that match. So you know what screw all of Phillip Blauer short bus-sharing crew. I was gonna feel bad, for making AVB work so hard to just fall short, but now I'm gonna enjoy it. Like I said AVB, you are nothing to Nobody. I'll make sure the rest of the world forgets you are as well."
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Under the dim glow of a small table lamp, Joe Nobody sits on a brand new leather couch, his right leg crossed over his left, a glass of whiskey in hand. As he swirls the drink, a mix of emotions fills his mind. For the first time in a long while, he is at a loss for words, unsure of what to think or feel. His opponent, Alexander Von Blankenship, looms over him like a monstrous creature with two heads.
"You think you can play mind games, Von Blankenship? You claim you're out to collect all the gold, but let me tell you something, Alex. You're nothing more than a second-rate hitman. You're like the cheap knockoff version of someone who orders a hit on Amazon or eBay. But instead the buyer's a cheap ass, and orders off of Wish or Temy. You're the bargain basement of threats to me. I guess you can say you're nothing to nobody," Joe says with a wry smile.
His wife, Nicole, chuckles at his last line, finding humor in his words. Joe raises an eyebrow. "What's so funny?"
Nicole replies, mocking his tone, "Nothing to nobody."
Joe shakes his head, a mix of frustration and determination in his eyes. "You know, Alex, you may have tried to mess with my head and make me doubt myself, but all you've done is piss me off. But I know you're not alone in this. You and a couple of others have been bought out by that hack commentator, Philip Blauer. And for what? To somehow blame me for the death of a centenarian?"
He takes a sip of his whiskey, his voice filled with contempt. "Let me make this clear, Phil. That old woman didn't die because of me. She died to escape from your sorry excuse for a human being. And now, your hired gun will be locked inside a steel cage with me, not for my protection, but for yours."
Joe's anger intensifies as he speaks. "From the moment I stepped foot into Hardkore World, you've been my biggest detractor. Every other opponent has shown me at least a molecule of respect, and I've given them the same. But you, Philip, have done nothing but tear me down, both as a wrestler and as a person, since day one."
He takes a moment to compose himself before continuing. "And for the life of me, I can't fathom why you have such a problem with me. Is it because I didn't give you a fedora? Is it because I've defeated your favorite wrestlers? Or is it simply because I have the things you can only dream of?"
A fire burns in Joe's eyes as he declares his intentions. "I will go to war with your little group. I will take out Alexander Von Blankenship, and I'll take out the rest of them, including Florida Man Marty. Oh wait, I already beat him. That's why I proudly hold this championship."
Joe takes a deep breath, his voice filled with conviction. "No, Philip, I know exactly why you've gone to such lengths to find someone who can beat me for this title. It's not Alexander Von Blankenship who falls short. It's you who's jealous. Jealous of the life I have, the happiness, the home, the car, the loving wife, and the child I would give my soul to protect. I have everything you desire but can never attain."
He clenches his fist tightly, his voice seething with anger. "You want to take it all away from me, and you've convinced another fool to do your dirty work. But let me make this crystal clear, Philip Blauer. I will deny your boy. I will make him suffer. I will make him bleed. And while Alexander Von Blankenship lies there, broken and defeated, gazing up at the lights, he'll wonder why he ever took the paycheck."
A sinister smile creeps across Joe's face. "But I won't stop there. I'll step out of that cage, walk right up to the commentary table, rip you out of your goddamn chair, and slap the taste out of your mouth. And then, I'll send you to join your dead wife. I'll beat the ever-living hell out of AVB, and I'll make sure you witness every moment of it, Philip Blauer."
Joe finishes his drink, and chucks the glass, you can hear it shatter in the distance. "And as you for Alex, I though you were stupid for taking stolen inheritance money form Blauer, but then you just had to say it, you had to just open your mouth." "Joe, calm down." said Nicole. "Calm down, calm down. The motherfucker has the nerve, the gall to call me a worthless husband and father. Now I could do the whole Will Smith 'Keep my wife's name out your fucking mouth' thing, but unlike AVB I'm the bigger man, I do mean bigger in every sense of the word. I'm success incarnate. I am the definition of resilience, you say what you want about me, but the number rule of being a real man, is you never mention a man's family. I don't care what I did to you, you keep my wife and child out of your damn mouth, unless you want to know what a Big Mac Shake taste like." Nicole, looks at Joe. "You're so sexy, when you stand up for your family." "I appreciate the kind words, babe, but you see despite AVB being a greedy little asshole on that bastard Blauers payroll, I was trying to be respectful, you know may the best man win, but screw that shit. Cause Alex just proved there's only one real man in that match. So you know what screw all of Phillip Blauer short bus-sharing crew. I was gonna feel bad, for making AVB work so hard to just fall short, but now I'm gonna enjoy it. Like I said AVB, you are nothing to Nobody. I'll make sure the rest of the world forgets you are as well."
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