Post by Brett Carson on Jun 23, 2014 10:02:32 GMT -6
Class Is In Session
Absolute load of bullshit, placing me in the ring against such an unstable person. My head whizzed after the match, luckily I kept my bile and food down and refrained from growing sick. A ridiculous, womit encouraging move shouldn't be allowed in the business...Bah. Whatever. My mood is sour, not just for that reason though.
The management continues to screw me over, Steve Frei...that bastard...continues to screw me over. I was told, I'd get to face Bobby Backdoor and end him once and for all but Bobby dodged me like he's been dodging AIDS his whole life. "He was affected by my words" they would say...That means jack shit to me, I wanted to end Bobby permanently myself. They credit Scott Knight for ending Bobby's career when in reality, Scott didn't end his career....I did. It was me who first tweaked his neck and it was me who threw Bobby off his game in that match and just like that piece of shit came in through the backdoor...I kicked his ass out through the backdoor. The task that I set out to do has been accomplished, just like I promised you all it would be. One less homosexual in the wrestling business...But I don't get my wish and I don't get to face Bobby Backdoor this week at VOW’s first pay per view since it opened it’s doors. With Bobby out, that leaves me open for a match, don't it? Well, I got a match, what does Frei do?
Books me against someone I've already beat. Someone I beat decisevly too...Not by disqualification or by roll-up or even by grabbing the tights. I beat PKA...1....2...3. But hey, apparently there's some rivalry going between us and we need another match to settle a score that doesn't need god damn settling in the first place.
So hurrah for you, Peeks....You get another chance to try and beat me and you'll get another chance to prove to the hypocrites that cheer for you that you're better than me, both of which I’ll make sure won’t happen...You won’t beat me and you sure as hell ain’t better than me but hey, I bet those morons will cheer for ya anyway and you’ll love them for it, right? Right.
That...that does kinda gets to me though...These mindless followers cheer for someone like you, someone who isn't an idol like me, these people... they truly don't understand your condition, your disease, that's what it is Patrick...It's a disease. My manager and good friend, Bronson Goldward showed me the true madness in which you live in by taking me to that church and showing me a type of instability that conveniently matched yours but you see...only I was shown your ways, your sad, pathetic life. And it kinda eats away at me that you blind these kids that look up to you and hypnotise them with your antics and comedy so much so...they don’t know the real you. They shouldn’t be cheering you for this pathetic life and condition you live in...but yet they do and it makes me sick to my stomach.
I think it’s time the people or more so the kids of Saint Paul finally see who Patrick Kay Anthony truly, truly is. Call it...Bipolar Awareness, courtesy of your friend Brett.
“I hate kids...Fuck you for doing this to me.”
The sour, gruff tone in the voice and the negative, bitter attitude already tells you who the man that speaks is, none other than Bronson Goldward of course. His dirty blonde hair is slicked back, new fresh black pinstripe suit with a white collar shirt sit neatly on his shoulders and a silk golden tie is tightened perfectly around his neck. A cigarette is in his mouth, that almost looks like a frown as he walks through the hallway of a high school in Saint Paul, Minnesota.
In front of him walks his client, a client he’s spent the past few weeks with, Brett Carson. Brett is wearing a blue tight collar shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of crisp, blue jeans. His beard is trimmed and his hair is neatly combed to the side.
“I don’t like these little shits any more than you but we need them to get in this guy’s head. You showed me the light, BG...Now it’s time I pass that on to the kids of the future.” He proudly wears a grin on his face as they pass a classroom filled with bored teenagers.
The teacher in the front of the class is a reddish-orangish haired lady, in around her early 40’s. She has a blue button-up shirt and a grey skirt on with stockings and a aging pair of flats on. She smiles at the sight of Brett and Bronx who are both standing at the window of the classroom getting immediate glares from the kids, becoming a distraction. Goldie drops the rest of his cigarette on the concrete floor before crushing it, thus putting it out.
“Never have I seen so much acne in one room…” Carson mumbles, pulling up a fake smile for the kids as Goldie chuckles slightly.
The teacher waddles over to the door and swings it open, a wide smile on your face, “Class, our visitors have arrived...Please welcome Mr. Bronson Goldward and Mr. Brett Carson!” She chauffeurs the gentlemen into the room as they’re greeted by the most unenthusiastic, unimpressed round of applause either men have ever received.
“Aren’t you all just full of excitement this afternoon?!” Goldie sarcastically jokes to only get a chuckle from the teacher and a smirk from Brett.
The teacher abruptly stops her laughing to continue her explanation of what’s going to happen, “As you all know, we’ve been learning about mental disabilities and disorders and most recently we’ve been studying the Bipolar Disorder. Now these two men have been studying this disorder for years and they’re here...well, to tell us a bit more about it.” She smiles, “I’ll shut up now and hand it over to Brett and Mr. Goldward.”
The students remain bored and quiet as the teacher takes her seat behind the desk. Goldie swings into action, opening his suit coat and pulling out his iPad and after plugging in a few wires to a projector, a Powerpoint presentation pops up on the white board, which acts as a white screen that you’d watch a movie on.
“Alright...We aren’t damn scientists. We haven’t been studying Bipolar whatsitfuck for years and years.” Brett smirks, not even bothering to stay ‘undercover’ as some would put it. The teacher immediately jerks her head up from whatever paperwork she was doing.
The Powerpoint presentation’s title screen simply reads ‘BIPOLAR DISORDER’ with different pictures of, Brett Carson’s opponent this week, PKA surrounding it. The student’s interest perk up as a few sit up straight from their original slouch. A few friends start to murmur, whispers about the pictures of the pathetic, happy, sad and angry PKA surround the title.
“You see...We may not be professionals but over the past few weeks we’ve learnt a lot about this disorder. And it’s all thanks to this pathetic person you see here…” Brett continues, as he points at the pictures of Peeks, “...You may know of him, just like you may know of me. I’m Brett Carson, professional wrestler. I’ve been all over your local news channels and your radio hasn’t stopped talking about me and this sap on your screen is-” Before Brett can continue he’s interrupted by an astounded student in the front of the class, the kid has a Metallica T-Shirt on.
“Patrick Kay Anthony...PKA.” The kid utters, staring down at his desk.
The teacher immediately gets up, confused and angered by the situation but before she can say a word, Goldie slams his fist on the desk, startling her enough so that she sits quietly back in her seat.
“I wouldn't make a squeak if I were you, toots...Class is in session.” Goldie smirks before sitting on the table and continues to watch his client work.
Carson turns his attention back to the kid that spoke up early, “Bingo. Looks like we have some ‘wrasslin’ fans in the house...And I’m sure as fans you cheer for guys like Patrick and well...you boo and bitch and throw insults towards real wrestlers like me. But you see PKA is fooling you all…” The slide flips to one of an evil looking picture of Patrick, rather demented, “He’s pulling the wool over your eyes. He’s leading you on the believing that he should be cheered for and loved by you all when in reality he deserves to be observed by scientists and jeered for his foolish antics. A grown man who can’t control his own emotions...that alone proves how mentally weak he is and somehow they let him wrestle…”
Carson chuckles as Goldie moves forward to the next slide. A picture of a bloodied and battered PKA, a sadistic smile proudly worn on his face.
“I’m here to make sure you kids are aware of the dangers of this man though...mentally weak but somehow physically quite strong. He’s dangerous...because he’s insane. He can kill a human being but yet your mothers and fathers allow you to look up to him, to wear his filthy T-Shirts, to dress like him and most of all...to act like him. You people are letting a dangerous person into your community…” Carson spits, getting more and more disgusted as he goes…
Goldie clicks on to the next slide, a picture of PKA with devil horns and badly photoshopped fire in front of it sits to the left while to the right is a picture of Brett wearing all white and a golden halo above his head. The whole class starts to laugh a little as the Teacher is fuming silently in her chair. The kids silence down, sensing the serious tension in the room.
“...But it’s okay. Because I’m here to save you kids, PKA is mentally unstable and shouldn’t be encouraged to continue wrestling and continuing to harm himself. He needs to be strapped up and placed in a hospital bed where he can be properly treated like every other person suffering from Bipolar Disorder. I don’t want to really hurt him but if I have to prove you to you kids, the fans and whoever else doesn't believe that PKA belongs in a mental asylum instead of a ring then I guess I’m going to have to hurt him…” Carson has a slight grin that he’s struggling to hide as the final slide appears.
This slide is a picture of a laid out PKA, clutching at his neck...a familiar sight.
“That’s enough! Get out...get out...who the hell do you think you are? I oughta call the police on you two...hijacking my class.” She slams her hands on the table...Goldie smiles before simply looking back at his client.
“Call the police? But we’ve done exactly as asked...we gave your students a better insight into one of the most dangerous and misjudged sufferers of bipolar disorder. We exposed the truth about him and taught your kids all about what this does to a person and how they can help...We’ve done exactly as advertised.” Carson laughs as the final slide just hangs in the kid’s heads, “...PKA won’t go out on his own. So with your help and my power, we’ll take him out for good…”
Goldie unplugs everything as the Teacher breathes heavily in disbelief. Bronx heads towards the door, just as the bell rings…
Carson smirks one final time, “Class dismissed…”
Will Brett prove to the world that PKA is someone who doesn’t belong in a wrestling ring or doesn’t deserve to be cheered by fans? Or Will PKA level up the scores against Brett at Exposure? Tune in to find out.
It’s a disease, Patrick…
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