Post by dustinholt on May 24, 2016 22:59:41 GMT -6
"God damn it!" shouts Dustin as he slams both fist down onto the coffee table. The loudness of his voice echoed through the house as Chrystin comes rushing into the living room. She is wearing a cooking apron over her clothing with her hair pulled up into a tight ponytail. "What's wrong?" she asks with confusion racking her face.
"Someone is about to get a very bad day," answers Dustin as he remains on the couch. His hands are still balled into tight fists as his eyes have narrowed onto the television screen. "Who is going to have a bad day babe?" asks Chrystin while walking softly up to the couch. Dustin has started to seethe as his nostrils were flaring.
"I am never going to get a singles match again. I guess you could just call me the multiple man. However according to that dickwald Ace Watson, I am 'lying' to myself. According to him, I am being something that I am not," the moment those words leave Dustin's lips he immediately starts scratching his head. Chrystin is shaking her head wondering how long Ace is going to keep up this facade. "Who does Ace Watson think he is anyway?" asks Chrystin while crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"That Chrystin is the ultimate question we must ask ourselves this time around. Who is Ace Watson? What truly makes him tick? When did he decide to start chomping down on horse shit for breakfast, lunch and dinner? Where would he like my foot to be placed this time around? Why is he a complete dick with very little brain activity? How is this man still walking with that nose of his stuck into the clouds? Have you caught on to my line of questioning Acey boy? You stand or sit there practically judging me when you should be taking a look into the mirror. You say that I am 'pretending' to be crazy. That is an interesting observation Ace but tell me something Ace. Are you inside my head? Have you walked a mile in my shoes? Have you any idea what I have gone through growing up?
I bet you have no fucking clue but you probably don't give a shit. If it has nothing to do with you then it means nothing. Is that how this shit goes these days? Last time we faced off, you did come away with the victory but it wasn't an easy one was it. How many times did you nearly get your head knocked off by me? How many times did you see your life flash before your eyes? I'm asking you this because your chances of lightning striking twice for you is unlikely. Maybe you should do your homework. The last time, I competed in a fatal four was back at Nothing Else Matters. Do you know how that match ended Ace? It ended with my hand raised high into the air with everyone else either lying on their backs or on their faces. The underestimation you have been doing towards me will come back to haunt you," says Dustin as he finally stands up to his feet.
Chrystin is beginning to smile as Dustin walks over towards the jukebox. He presses a few buttons as the song "Riot" by Three Days Grace is starts to play through the surround sound speakers. Dustin closes his eyes while silently bobbing his head to the beat. Just soon the lyrics begin bounce around inside his head as he starts to speak once more.
"Riot which is basically a violent disturbance in a peaceful crowd. That's what we aim to do on Breakthrough. We are looking to begin a Riot. Four men will walk into that peaceful crowd not knowing what will happen as Riots are highly unpredictable. We will stand in our respective corners until that horn or bell sounds. Once those sounds are heard, that's when we strike. That is when all hell breaks loose and there isn't a damn thing anyone can do to stop it. From what I can gather, Isaac Anderson is the kind of person who wants to be the center of attention. He needs to have the spotlight shining down onto him. He feels that without the spotlight shining down on him then he can't live his full potential. What kind of shit is that exactly? Bitch, I don't do this for shit and giggles. I do this for the pure enjoyment of putting you into some very terrifying situations. I get a sudden chill down my spine when I hear someone screaming out in agony. It's almost like I get turned on by the pain and suffering I inflict on someone.
Maybe that's why I love beating the fuck out of random people. It's not because I'm a psychotic nutjob. It's because the thrill I get from watching their pain through their eyes. Knowing that I'm the one causing it makes me tingle all over. That is something you can't predict Ace. That is something you can't fathom Isaac. You both are living in a fantasy world with unicorns and flying monkeys. You both want pretty little rainbows lining the fucking sky. The moment you see blood red skies, hear random people screaming and watch as those people are struggling for survival. That is when you realize that this isn't a dream. It's a living nightmare and I am your guide," Dustin takes a brief moment to pause while catching his breath.
The jukebox skips to another great song choice as Dustin has begun swaying his entire torso back and forth. His eyes are still closed as his head is once again bobbing away as "Lost in the crowd" by Shinedown has began.
"Your face is lost in the crowd. That is what you are Jamo. You are just another face in the crowd. When are you going to finally realize that I am better than you? How many beatings must you endure from me to finally get that through your thick skull? I know Ace Watson is a bigot with an inferiority complex but at least he still will bring a good fight. I'm not sure about Isaac Anderson but he has to be somewhat of a challenge. But when it comes to you Jamo, I just get bored. I get bored kicking your ass. I never thought it would happen. I have faced countless guys but when I say you are boring. That means I don't even want to waste my own energy on your pathetic one dimension ass. First you tried to be a 'Grim Reaper' but when you couldn't deliver like you promised. You tried to retract yourself from the equation.
Next, you tried to pull the Enforcer card but found out you are a weakling. I was more of an enforcer and I am just a scrawny little punk. Now, you are trying to be a badass. Tell me, what's next on the list? Are you going to try and be a fucking loon? Are you going to try and repeat your same mistakes? When are you going to learn, a boring leopard can chance his spots but in the end he is still boring as fuck. Ace Watson is boring with this facade of his but at least he makes it somewhat enjoyable. That is when he's muted.
This week might just be my best night because come Breakthrough 46. I will be bringing everything I got and I am begging each of you to finally step up to the fucking plate. No matter what, someone will be suffering a CATASTROPHIC MELTDOWN," every word just flowed out of Dustin's voice like a hot knife through butter.
One more song comes over the speakers as Dustin's eyes shoot open.
"Someone is about to get a very bad day," answers Dustin as he remains on the couch. His hands are still balled into tight fists as his eyes have narrowed onto the television screen. "Who is going to have a bad day babe?" asks Chrystin while walking softly up to the couch. Dustin has started to seethe as his nostrils were flaring.
"I am never going to get a singles match again. I guess you could just call me the multiple man. However according to that dickwald Ace Watson, I am 'lying' to myself. According to him, I am being something that I am not," the moment those words leave Dustin's lips he immediately starts scratching his head. Chrystin is shaking her head wondering how long Ace is going to keep up this facade. "Who does Ace Watson think he is anyway?" asks Chrystin while crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"That Chrystin is the ultimate question we must ask ourselves this time around. Who is Ace Watson? What truly makes him tick? When did he decide to start chomping down on horse shit for breakfast, lunch and dinner? Where would he like my foot to be placed this time around? Why is he a complete dick with very little brain activity? How is this man still walking with that nose of his stuck into the clouds? Have you caught on to my line of questioning Acey boy? You stand or sit there practically judging me when you should be taking a look into the mirror. You say that I am 'pretending' to be crazy. That is an interesting observation Ace but tell me something Ace. Are you inside my head? Have you walked a mile in my shoes? Have you any idea what I have gone through growing up?
I bet you have no fucking clue but you probably don't give a shit. If it has nothing to do with you then it means nothing. Is that how this shit goes these days? Last time we faced off, you did come away with the victory but it wasn't an easy one was it. How many times did you nearly get your head knocked off by me? How many times did you see your life flash before your eyes? I'm asking you this because your chances of lightning striking twice for you is unlikely. Maybe you should do your homework. The last time, I competed in a fatal four was back at Nothing Else Matters. Do you know how that match ended Ace? It ended with my hand raised high into the air with everyone else either lying on their backs or on their faces. The underestimation you have been doing towards me will come back to haunt you," says Dustin as he finally stands up to his feet.
Chrystin is beginning to smile as Dustin walks over towards the jukebox. He presses a few buttons as the song "Riot" by Three Days Grace is starts to play through the surround sound speakers. Dustin closes his eyes while silently bobbing his head to the beat. Just soon the lyrics begin bounce around inside his head as he starts to speak once more.
"Riot which is basically a violent disturbance in a peaceful crowd. That's what we aim to do on Breakthrough. We are looking to begin a Riot. Four men will walk into that peaceful crowd not knowing what will happen as Riots are highly unpredictable. We will stand in our respective corners until that horn or bell sounds. Once those sounds are heard, that's when we strike. That is when all hell breaks loose and there isn't a damn thing anyone can do to stop it. From what I can gather, Isaac Anderson is the kind of person who wants to be the center of attention. He needs to have the spotlight shining down onto him. He feels that without the spotlight shining down on him then he can't live his full potential. What kind of shit is that exactly? Bitch, I don't do this for shit and giggles. I do this for the pure enjoyment of putting you into some very terrifying situations. I get a sudden chill down my spine when I hear someone screaming out in agony. It's almost like I get turned on by the pain and suffering I inflict on someone.
Maybe that's why I love beating the fuck out of random people. It's not because I'm a psychotic nutjob. It's because the thrill I get from watching their pain through their eyes. Knowing that I'm the one causing it makes me tingle all over. That is something you can't predict Ace. That is something you can't fathom Isaac. You both are living in a fantasy world with unicorns and flying monkeys. You both want pretty little rainbows lining the fucking sky. The moment you see blood red skies, hear random people screaming and watch as those people are struggling for survival. That is when you realize that this isn't a dream. It's a living nightmare and I am your guide," Dustin takes a brief moment to pause while catching his breath.
The jukebox skips to another great song choice as Dustin has begun swaying his entire torso back and forth. His eyes are still closed as his head is once again bobbing away as "Lost in the crowd" by Shinedown has began.
"Your face is lost in the crowd. That is what you are Jamo. You are just another face in the crowd. When are you going to finally realize that I am better than you? How many beatings must you endure from me to finally get that through your thick skull? I know Ace Watson is a bigot with an inferiority complex but at least he still will bring a good fight. I'm not sure about Isaac Anderson but he has to be somewhat of a challenge. But when it comes to you Jamo, I just get bored. I get bored kicking your ass. I never thought it would happen. I have faced countless guys but when I say you are boring. That means I don't even want to waste my own energy on your pathetic one dimension ass. First you tried to be a 'Grim Reaper' but when you couldn't deliver like you promised. You tried to retract yourself from the equation.
Next, you tried to pull the Enforcer card but found out you are a weakling. I was more of an enforcer and I am just a scrawny little punk. Now, you are trying to be a badass. Tell me, what's next on the list? Are you going to try and be a fucking loon? Are you going to try and repeat your same mistakes? When are you going to learn, a boring leopard can chance his spots but in the end he is still boring as fuck. Ace Watson is boring with this facade of his but at least he makes it somewhat enjoyable. That is when he's muted.
This week might just be my best night because come Breakthrough 46. I will be bringing everything I got and I am begging each of you to finally step up to the fucking plate. No matter what, someone will be suffering a CATASTROPHIC MELTDOWN," every word just flowed out of Dustin's voice like a hot knife through butter.
One more song comes over the speakers as Dustin's eyes shoot open.
