Post by dustinholt on Apr 24, 2016 23:00:14 GMT -6
Three bulldogs are barking outside as Dustin is standing inside his two bedroom apartment. He did have a nice home that was until he caught his wife sleeping with his best friend. Instead of burning the place down, he moved his shit out and into an apartment complex somewhere near Orlando. The apartment itself wasn't big but it had enough size for all of his stuff. He was looking at the white walls and started to tap his finger against his temple.
"White walls are so bland but yet they speak so much to me. When I look closer, I can see a wall that is screaming for a new outlook on life. That is what Beatrice should be realizing when she steps into the ring with me. I have been a psychopath since my first day. Just because you have voices in your head doesn't mean you are a psycho. It just means you let the voices control what you do. A true psychopath doesn't listen to the voices inside their head. They show no remorse for anything they have done. The fact that you want to disregard my previous victory shows how incredibly lame you are Beatrice.
Since this is your second overall match Beatrice, there really isn't much to talk about but while I was watching you last week. I couldn't help to notice how incredibly sloppy you were with your attacks. When you had Valerie done, you couldn't pull the trigger. You hesitated way too much and if you do that against me. It will spell your doom. I am not afraid of bleeding. Hell, I embrace getting my head split open. The taste of my own blood fuels me even more. So Beatrice, if you are looking for a fight then you have found one. Just don't go crying to your voices after I smash your body into a thousand pieces. I am not shy with my words. I will fuck you up and it will make me happy. Just like these white walls, the moment I splash one can of paint on it. The integrity of the wall changes and it will no longer be fully white. That is what awaits you Beatrice. I am someone you can't just pinpoint a specific thing against. No one truly knows what makes me tick. However you will find out how tough I am when I strike with a furious rate."
Dustin takes a minute to catch his breath while picking up a can of red paint. He pops the top off and glances up at the white wall.
"Ace Watson, a man who is hellbent on pulling back the curtains on the frauds and fakes in this company. A man who hasn't really made a big splash since returning from an injury. How is that injured body part? Is it fully healed or are you faking it? Are you hiding the fact you are not fully one hundred percent? Are you the fraud? Are you the fake? These are questions you must ask yourself each time you step out in front of the thousands of sheeples. You were the moron who thought people cared that you returned.
No one cared and no one is worried about your pathetic attempt at being relevant again. This week is my time to show the entire world that Dustin Holt is a threat to any man, woman or child. You want to get your hands on a woman who I have been dying to face again. Well get in line bud because I will be on that track.
No matter what you and Beatrice tries to pull this week. You both will be suffering a meltdown."
"White walls are so bland but yet they speak so much to me. When I look closer, I can see a wall that is screaming for a new outlook on life. That is what Beatrice should be realizing when she steps into the ring with me. I have been a psychopath since my first day. Just because you have voices in your head doesn't mean you are a psycho. It just means you let the voices control what you do. A true psychopath doesn't listen to the voices inside their head. They show no remorse for anything they have done. The fact that you want to disregard my previous victory shows how incredibly lame you are Beatrice.
Since this is your second overall match Beatrice, there really isn't much to talk about but while I was watching you last week. I couldn't help to notice how incredibly sloppy you were with your attacks. When you had Valerie done, you couldn't pull the trigger. You hesitated way too much and if you do that against me. It will spell your doom. I am not afraid of bleeding. Hell, I embrace getting my head split open. The taste of my own blood fuels me even more. So Beatrice, if you are looking for a fight then you have found one. Just don't go crying to your voices after I smash your body into a thousand pieces. I am not shy with my words. I will fuck you up and it will make me happy. Just like these white walls, the moment I splash one can of paint on it. The integrity of the wall changes and it will no longer be fully white. That is what awaits you Beatrice. I am someone you can't just pinpoint a specific thing against. No one truly knows what makes me tick. However you will find out how tough I am when I strike with a furious rate."
Dustin takes a minute to catch his breath while picking up a can of red paint. He pops the top off and glances up at the white wall.
"Ace Watson, a man who is hellbent on pulling back the curtains on the frauds and fakes in this company. A man who hasn't really made a big splash since returning from an injury. How is that injured body part? Is it fully healed or are you faking it? Are you hiding the fact you are not fully one hundred percent? Are you the fraud? Are you the fake? These are questions you must ask yourself each time you step out in front of the thousands of sheeples. You were the moron who thought people cared that you returned.
No one cared and no one is worried about your pathetic attempt at being relevant again. This week is my time to show the entire world that Dustin Holt is a threat to any man, woman or child. You want to get your hands on a woman who I have been dying to face again. Well get in line bud because I will be on that track.
No matter what you and Beatrice tries to pull this week. You both will be suffering a meltdown."
