"But tonight you presume too much." (Jack Gaines Rumble RP)
Apr 18, 2024 13:32:43 GMT -5
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Post by bloodiedfox on Apr 18, 2024 13:32:43 GMT -5
ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?!
Says the guy… pinning me to a wall… by my throat…
Brendan Harding gritted his teeth as he struggled to breath with Jack Gaines’ forearm cutting into his windpipe. He looked down into the blazing eyes of his tag partner and realised that this was the first time he had ever heard him raise his voice.
There were a few moments where the only sound was the rasping of breath, then Jack pulled his arm back, allowing Brendan to both breath and have his feet on the ground.
You fucking idiot.
Brendan took a couple of deep breaths while looking at Jack in utter incredulity before responding.
Are you going to elaborate on that, or was the whole busting into the room and body checking me into the wall supposed to be explanative enough?
You know damn well what this is about. Who this is about…
Brendan sighed.
Seriously, we’re doing this again?
Jack glowered at Brendan, pointing an accusing finger.
Don’t fucking act like this is the same situation! Moving with him to the US 5 years ago was one thing, but this is beyond pathetic! He killed people and you’re just running back to him like some groupie!
He was fucking brainwashed, Jack! After, I might add, months of mental breakdown that I, his husband, the person who swore to always be there for him, didn’t notice because I was too busy being here!
Right, and Chris Benoit did a few too many diving headbutts and was sad Eddy Guerrero died. Totally justifies murdering his wife and kid.
Fuck you! That is not the same thing and you know it!
Isn’t it? Or is it just that you weren’t one of his victims so you don’t give a shit?
Brendan marched up to Jack, forehead touching forehead. His reply came in a quiet snarl.
I watched the person I loved most into this world twisted into a perversion of himself by a madman. I saw him forced to stab someone we both cared about. Then I got to watch him die. Again. So if you really think that I have not felt pain in all this then you really have been completely blinded by jealousy.
Jack smirked.
Oh I’m the blind one? Tell me Brendan, if I’m so blind why am I the only one seeing you throw away the career you’ve built in JROK over this? You haven’t done shit about getting the Visual Kei championship back. Now you’re moving back to America, as if having to fly back and forth is going to help you get wins, all so you can keep an eye on that stupid twunk in case he gets stab happy again.
Brendan floored Jack with a punch.
Get the fuck out of here.
Lip bleeding, Jack stood back up, shaking his head.
Death Trap was right, you’re nothing but a fucking simp.
He turned and walked off, only to pause in the doorway.
Shame you’re not in the Rumble. Won’t be anyone to protect him there. Won’t be any rules to stop me doing what you should have done when he crawled back out of Hell…
Jack spat a gobbet of bloody phlegm onto the floor, then left.
Says the guy… pinning me to a wall… by my throat…
Brendan Harding gritted his teeth as he struggled to breath with Jack Gaines’ forearm cutting into his windpipe. He looked down into the blazing eyes of his tag partner and realised that this was the first time he had ever heard him raise his voice.
There were a few moments where the only sound was the rasping of breath, then Jack pulled his arm back, allowing Brendan to both breath and have his feet on the ground.
You fucking idiot.
Brendan took a couple of deep breaths while looking at Jack in utter incredulity before responding.
Are you going to elaborate on that, or was the whole busting into the room and body checking me into the wall supposed to be explanative enough?
You know damn well what this is about. Who this is about…
Brendan sighed.
Seriously, we’re doing this again?
Jack glowered at Brendan, pointing an accusing finger.
Don’t fucking act like this is the same situation! Moving with him to the US 5 years ago was one thing, but this is beyond pathetic! He killed people and you’re just running back to him like some groupie!
He was fucking brainwashed, Jack! After, I might add, months of mental breakdown that I, his husband, the person who swore to always be there for him, didn’t notice because I was too busy being here!
Right, and Chris Benoit did a few too many diving headbutts and was sad Eddy Guerrero died. Totally justifies murdering his wife and kid.
Fuck you! That is not the same thing and you know it!
Isn’t it? Or is it just that you weren’t one of his victims so you don’t give a shit?
Brendan marched up to Jack, forehead touching forehead. His reply came in a quiet snarl.
I watched the person I loved most into this world twisted into a perversion of himself by a madman. I saw him forced to stab someone we both cared about. Then I got to watch him die. Again. So if you really think that I have not felt pain in all this then you really have been completely blinded by jealousy.
Jack smirked.
Oh I’m the blind one? Tell me Brendan, if I’m so blind why am I the only one seeing you throw away the career you’ve built in JROK over this? You haven’t done shit about getting the Visual Kei championship back. Now you’re moving back to America, as if having to fly back and forth is going to help you get wins, all so you can keep an eye on that stupid twunk in case he gets stab happy again.
Brendan floored Jack with a punch.
Get the fuck out of here.
Lip bleeding, Jack stood back up, shaking his head.
Death Trap was right, you’re nothing but a fucking simp.
He turned and walked off, only to pause in the doorway.
Shame you’re not in the Rumble. Won’t be anyone to protect him there. Won’t be any rules to stop me doing what you should have done when he crawled back out of Hell…
Jack spat a gobbet of bloody phlegm onto the floor, then left.