Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2020 17:25:49 GMT -8
Hell I don't even have to go that far back, do I? It still boils my fucking hard to think of Lara Bratton going on to face off for a title shot that very well could've been fucking mine. Yeah there, I admit it to myself, I'm not angry because my friends were robbed and I was attacked. I'm angry because I got fucking robbed. Mugged by a group of people in the service of that fucking bitch and she's still getting her title shot despite everything. Fucking protected princess fucking cunt....
Aye, me thoughts are potent tonight for sure as I sit here in this little room. Bored, I get up and start doing little exercises. First I shimmy up the water pipe leading to the toilet to the top of the ceiling and then bounce from side to side, working my way back down. Then came hand stand push ups, sit ups, one hand push ups, finger push ups, an upside down lift using the pipe over the toilet, and for fun, I even hit a dropkick on the door just to spook someone outside. That is if anyone's actually watching or not. I chuckle at the thought of someone sitting in a chair, reading a wee newspaper and jumping in his seat. Funny shite, yeah?
The laughter is short lived, however, as I come right back to why I'm in this little fucking room, hours ticking by at the speed of eternity. Feeling the urge, I do fumble in the dark for a moment looking for the toilet paper, finding it, flipping the lid, and making use of the amenities. I shouldn't have eaten a fucking black bean burrito before being locked in this room. Secretly, I did hope there were no cameras. No that I cared if anyone watched me do my business, but shite like this can go viral. Woah, look at that Molly takin' a shat! She's not a wrestler! Wrestler's don't shat!
I have another little chuckle at the thought, but I know Mr. Calloway. He's alot of things, but interested in the bathroom habits of a ginger probably isn't one of 'em, yeah? After a good wipe and flush, the deed be done. Pants up, arse down on the pile of newspaper with my back against the wall. Aye, fuck this room. Fuck the Kwonspiracy and Lilith too while we're at it. Oh how the heart stings at how deeply she hurt me and how that hurt angered me. I called her a friend for so long, only to have her damn near kill me with a crowbar to the back of me head. Why Lily Pad? I get you were angry and I was willing to fight things out with you fair and square to settle it. How could you think me so low that I'd lay hands on Jasmine Matthews not only without reason, but from behind like a coward? She's not Sarah Karin anymore. She's given me no reason to pursue such ancient history at this point.
The Kwonspiracy though.... fuck them. Fuck their whole bloody lot. They'll get what's coming to them as I sit here, growing angrier by the fucking second with nobody to talk to or keep me calm. This was going to be a restless night for certain. My mind wanders so much when I've got nothing to focus on or busy my hands with. I guess I'll do more exercises until I'm tired enough to go to sleep. Let's begin with finger push ups now. For the rest of the night and next day, I'm torn between sleep, exercise, and thoughts. Thirst becomes an issue at one point and it becomes so great that I do the unthinkable and drink water from the back tank of the toilet. Not much, just enough to sate my thirst. Hunger is easier to ignore. I tend to go a day without eating only to feast when coming out and the hunger? Well that'll drive me that much more in the match. Never get between a wee beast and her next meal, yeah?
