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Post by Christian Knight on Oct 2, 2011 12:02:57 GMT -5
But if he could once return to that certain starting place, and go over it all slowly, perhaps he could find that thing he was missing.
She's late. I glance at my watch for the millionth time as it points to seven thirty. Something must have happened. I sigh impatiently. Everything seems to be falling on my shoulders. Problems at work, loans and bills to pay, family, among other things; they start adding up. Jessica is the only good thing in my life. We've got back together for a while now. Recently, we’ve been busy; but today is the first time in a couple weeks that we can be alone. I'm cooking dinner for that reason. I can’t help feeling empty when she isn't around as if a part of myself is missing. Not a day has gone by that she hasn’t been on mind. I always wonder where she is and what she’s doing. We talk on the phone as much as we’re able to. Hearing her voice makes me feel better, more at ease. Not being able to see Jessica is driving me insane. Tonight, we‘ll be together and that’s all that matters. I miss holding her in my arms… Time passes slowly. A knot in my stomach grows in anticipation of seeing Jessica. I stand and walk to the living room window, looking out at ‘the city that never sleeps.’ It’s bustling, full of tourists who wander its streets aimlessly. From this vantage point, the sky looks amazing as the sun begins to set. I marvel at the astounding array of colors the sunlight; deep shades of red intermingled with orange along with a myriad of others. I feel a soft pang of regret wishing Jessica were here to watch the sunset with me. I take one last glance at the receding sun and turn around. The living room is large. There’s a couch and a few shelves on one wall facing a large TV on the opposite end. Pictures of family and friends, paintings and personal drawings dot the walls. A glass table lies in the middle of the room. Boxes dot the floor and open spots along the walls. I walk into the dining room that’s barely large enough to accommodate a table for two. The plates, silverware and cups are neatly set. The aromas make my stomach growl. Everything is ready. I can't wait to see her reaction when she finds out what the dessert is. She’s not a huge fan of sweets but she enjoys them from time to time. But, this one is different than any other. I return to the living room, thinking of her. From the first day we met I knew she was the one. I smile slowly, remembering how we got back together again, and why all this time she had always been to scared to want to let me in her life.
Anytime and anywhere if she ask I would help her. But perhaps it was that gleam in her eye that told me something that as I helped her, I came to realize that something was off. To the world, she was vibrant and happy but spending time with her allowed me to see that she was sad about something. Despite her attempts to hide those feelings, I could see the lingering pain in her eyes and that her smile was only a mask. I did my best to distract her, and with time, she began to open up to me, eager to share with someone. I enjoyed being with her and she didn't seem to mind my company. I fell in love with her.
Throughout time every sine I known here she stayed single, she tried at first to be in a relationship with me but it didn’t work out and it made me feel Alone. I always wondered why she tried to separate herself from me, why it didn’t work out the first time around But even after that it seemed like she still stayed single waiting for the right moment as it seemed. I saw her turn down more guys than I cared to count. I wondered what she was looking for in a guy. When I asked her about it, Jessica told me she turned down all those guys because she had quit on love. To her, dating was just a game for people to refine their skills of hurting others. Someone broke her heart and she was unwilling to risk trusting anyone to that extent.
After a knowing each other for a while, she told me what happened. Her pained, anger stained words were etched in my mind:
"The first man I ever loved,” she began, looking into my eyes, “did terrible things to me…and like a love struck idiot, I forgave him only for him to abandon me when I needed him the most. You have no idea what it felt like to see him leave. To have the one you trusted most just turn his back on you and walk away. If that’s love, it’s not worth it."
She tried to keep back the tears but couldn’t. I just held her as she cried, wishing I could change the past. What kind of man would hurt her like that? I wondered what the circumstances were but nothing justifies what he did.
I decided to keep distracting her by being witty and goofy. We hung out more often and had inside jokes; we became best friends again, we started to reconnect. Her real smile began to emerge. There was an attraction between us and it slowly grew; from a passing glance, to holding hands longer than usual, we began to notice a change. We began noticing the same pattern that destiny seemed to etch out before our very eyes. As if we were never meant to really be apart, that we were always were meant to be together.
The reality of it came to light one night as we watched a horror movie. On a particularly gory part, she cuddled against me in fear. Looking into her eyes, I slowly pressed my lips against hers. Jessica responded, kissing me eagerly. Surprised at her own reaction, she broke the kiss. Before I could say anything she excused herself. I can still feel the imprint her warm lips; our first kiss. After that, Jessica became distant as if she were trying to make up her mind about something. I figured that I must have somehow reminded her of her ex and thought it best to stop tutoring her. Whenever we passed each other, she’d always greeted me with a hug and a kiss. It felt different though; she seemed sad. Not seeing her as much as before made me feel empty. How could I tell her that I love her? How would she react? Those questions always stopped me.
My entire body was sore as hell after my match with Shameus, not to mention the fact that I had to go into that match after being practically crippled by the Cerebral Assassin. It was after my match that it all happened. How she knew where I was and how she knew where I was performing after that one night on Raw I have no clue. Perhaps somebody made a phone call to here, perhaps she seen me on TV. What ever the circumstance after I exited the arena, I decided to walk down the street it utter disappointment with my progress in Thy WWE as of lately yet. That’s when I seen her walk out the store in front of me and with a look of shock but yet a hidden look that told me she expected to see me stared back at me from her face.
Jessica Spring: Christian?
I can feel the heart pounded in my chest, and the tear ducts in my eyes swelling up with emotion as I see her again, trying to formulate some sort of sentence, but as I tried my lips grew heavily. Luckily I didn’t have to break the ice, because she did.
Jessica Spring: “Hi,” she said smiling up at me shyly.
Christian Knight: "Oh hi! I didn’t see you there," I said happy to see her. How long has it been?
Jessica Spring: “You know what? I’ll go,” she said, getting a little annoyed.
Christian Knight: “No no. how’ve you been?” I ask, changing the subject.
Jessica Spring: “Could be better. I’ve been away for a few days, miss me?" she asked smiling.
Christian Knight: "Nope," I replied playfully.
Her mouth fell open upon hearing my response.
Jessica Spring: "You’re supposed to say yes!" she tells me, punching my arm lightly.
Christian Knight: "I was only joking! Of course I missed you. Did you miss me?"
Jessica Spring: "Nope," she said haughtily.
Christian Knight: "Hey! You're supposed to say yes."
Jessica Spring: "Says who?" she asked sticking her tongue out at me.
Christian Knight: That’s wrong" I replied, shaking my head.
Jessica Spring: “You started it.”
Christian Knight: “Started what?”
Jessica Spring: “Don’t act like your perfect. I know you ain’t.”
Christian Knight: “You know I am,” I glance at her as she raises her eyebrow, “Sometimes. Okay fine…what am I then?”
She winked in response.
Christian Knight: “What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask her.
Jessica Spring: “Secret,” she winks again, laughing.
Christian Knight: “Awe, come on.”
Jessica Spring: “Maybe later. How’s everything?” she asked, changing the subject
Christian Knight: “Alright I guess, work, you know. How’ve you been?"
Jessica Spring: "Better," she said brightly.
Christian Knight: "That’s good, it seems like you got over your cold."
Jessica Spring: "Yea, finally"
Christian Knight: "You had me worried."
Jessica Spring: “Really?”
Christian Knight: “Yup.”
Jessica Spring: "Thanks. So...how are ya?"
Christian Knight: "I'm good," there was something on her face that prompted me to ask, "What's wrong?"
Jessica Spring: "Nothing," she replied, uncertainly. I stop walking, pulling her towards me. I looked deeply into her captivating eyes.
Christian Knight: "If you needed anything..."
Jessica Spring: "No really, it's nothing."
Christian Knight: "Alright." I smiled reassuringly and let her go, resuming our walk. I led her down the little slope.
Jessica Spring: "You know..." she asked suddenly.
Christian Knight: "Yeah?"
Jessica Spring: "Um...nevermind."
Christian Knight: "Nah, tell me."
Jessica Spring: "Um..."
Christian Knight: "Come on."
Jessica Spring: “I like being around you. The world doesn’t seem like such a bad place when I’m with you,” she stopped momentarily to look up into my eyes.
She’s so beautiful. The way the slight breeze played with her hair to her small smile, I’m enthralled by her.
Jessica Spring: “I can’t think of anyone who’s made me smile the way you do,” she continued, “And now…I miss you.”
Christian Knight: “And I love being around you, seeing your beautiful smile…” I tell her boldly.
Jessica Spring: “Awe” she replied as she blushed.
Christian Knight: I continue to gain courage, “You kinda know how I feel about you…”
Jessica Spring: “Christian?”
Christian Knight: “Yeah?”
Jessica Spring: “I love you”
I wasn't expecting to hear that. Those words took the breath out of me. They made my heart beat rapidly. It took a few moments to register what she had just said.
Christian Knight: What?" I asked in a shocked voice.
Jessica Spring: “At first, I denied it. I figured you’d be like every other guy who just wants to get in my pants." She looked deeply into my eyes and continued, "But as I got to know you, I began to like you. When you stopped tutoring me, I didn’t know what to do. I thought I must have done something to push you away..."
"Well…"
Christian Knight: "What?"
Jessica Spring: "After the breakup, you became distant, So I decided to give you space.""I’m sorry, I didn't know how to react. It shocked me when the first time I kissed you, that I actually wanted to, and that I really just wanted more. Then it took me some time to finally realize what I’d been denying all along. I love you."
Christian Knight: "Wow."
Jessica Spring: "What?" she asked uncertainly.
Christian Knight: "I love you I said, proclaiming my love to the world
Her big round eyes looked up into mine as if there were asking for something. I closed the distance between us, placing my hands on her waist. She pulled my head downwards.
I’ll never forget that moment. Our lips slowly met… I was in heaven. I had dreamed of that moment but reality is infinitely better. The kiss grew in intensity, until I pulled away, knowing that we could go much further. Despite realizing we should stop, her lips followed mine for a moment. I grinned down at her and took her hand.
Christian Knight: "Would this be a good time to ask you ou-“
Jessica Spring: "-Yes!" she replied happily, anticipating my question.
Christian Knight: “Good,” I say winking. She giggled, as she pulled me into another deep kiss. Jessica felt so comfortable in my arms, as if she belonged there all along.
That’s how we got back together again, just like that it seemed like fate couldn’t let to soul mates that were meant for each other to be separated by any circumstance. The over joying tingling sensations were being shot all over my body as if I was being engulfed, it was the feeling of love, the feeling of happiness, and more importantly the feeling of having Jessica Spring back in my life that would not compare to any other. This a memory I’ll always hold close to my heart.
I notice that I'm standing, smiling like an idiot. Wiping the smile off my face, I return to what I’m supposed to be doing. Walking across the living room, I kick my cell phone that must have fallen. I pick it up and notice that I missed call from Jessica. I begin to set the cushions of the couch as I call voicemail.
"Christian," She says unsteadily. "I’ve got something important to tell you. Um...it’s big. See you soon baby. I love you.”
I hope it’s not bad news…She’ll be here soon, I hope. I glance out the window noticing that the sun has already set. I look at myself to see if I'm presentable. I have a tight, thin sleeved blue turtle-neck and khaki pants. I walk to the bathroom to inspect my short cropped hair. My face clean-shaven. I check myself carefully and when I finish, I spray a touch of cologne, one that Jessica favors.
I tap my pocket feeling the little box inside. It's about time I ask her to marry me. Maybe it was too soon perhaps, but I didn’t care. Days, weeks, months…. You can’t measure time with love, when you know then you know…I just happens. Now, I’ve reached a point where I don't care. Love has nothing to do with waiting or money. I love her and I want to marry her. This ring is proof of my dedication and hope for a lifetime of happiness and companionship. Digging my hand into my pocket, I pull out my phone, deciding to call her. Just as I’m about to call, the door bell rings. Great timing. A sigh of relief escapes my lips as I walk to the door and open it. Before me stands the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. She has full lips painted red, a well shaped nose and gleaming brown-hazel eyes. Her long dark brown hair flows down to her full bosom. Jessica has a slim, well shaped figure; a very desirable woman. She’s wearing a sweater and a pair of jeans. It's nothing fancy but it looks good on her. There’s a bag slung over her shoulder and another beside her. It means that she’ll spend a few days with me. How long has it been since we’ve been together for more than two consecutive days?
Christian Knight: "You’re finally here. I was so worried," I say with my voice full of relief.
I pull her into the apartment helping her with the bags. She smiles, hugging me tightly. Her head rests on my chest - she is about a foot shorter than me. I lower my head pulling her chin up, The feeling of them pressing against mine is undescribable.
Jessica Spring: "I’m so sorry I'm late, I got caught up with work That annoying woman doesn’t know how to do anything! How do they expect me to serve customers if she’s always in my face.
Christian Knight: "It's okay, I was just worried. Call me next time okay?" I kiss her softly.
Jessica Spring: “I promise. I missed you so much Christian. You’ve been on my mind all day," she says breaking the kiss and looking up at me, her eyes sparkling. Her voice a musical melody which makes me visibly lose the tension that had been building up.
Christian Knight: "I missed you too. What are the bags for?"
Jessica Spring: "Oh, these? Well, I brought them because you said that I bring some of my stuff. I prefer spending the night here with you at my friends house," she says placing her hand on my chest.
Christian Knight: "So an extended visit?" I ask grinning.
Jessica Spring: "Yea, why not?"
She wraps her arms wrap around my head, kissing me. This kiss goes much further than the last one. I break it unwillingly and Jessica pouts, wishing to continue..
Christian Knight: “Jessica,” I whisper into her ear.“I missed this you know.”
Jessica Spring: “Missed what?”
Christian Knight: “Just being here, kissing you,” I caress her cheek. Jessica reaches up seeking my lips but I pull back.
Jessica Spring: “Hey! I thought you missed kissing me. Don’t you wanna kiss me?” she asks enticingly, pressing her body against mine.
Christian Knight: “I do. Who wouldn't want to? But we need to have a bit of…self control," I say mischievously.
Jessica Spring: “That’s mean,” she says jabbing me in the ribs with her small fist, momentarily winding me.
Christian Knight: “That hurt,” I say gasping for air, trying not to laugh.
[/i]She takes advantage of this moment, putting her arms around my neck, pressing her lips against mine.
Jessica Spring: "You see, you can't stop me," she says laughing in triumph.
Christian Knight: "Taking advantage of me like that. Evil," I wink at her. "What do you think of the place? It took dad and me a couple weeks to repair it." I bought this apartment recently. It sold cheaper because of the damages the previous owner had done to it. Jessica saw it when I first got it.
Jessica Spring: "It looks great! Nothing like before," she says looking around. "Where’s the bathroom again?”
Christian Knight: "You see the hallway? The bathroom is the door to the left,” I say, pointing towards it.
After she comes out the restroom we both walk to the dining room. I pull out the chair for her and go into the kitchen to bring the dinner. I sit down and say a short prayer. We begin eating but very slowly. We’re more occupied by looking at each other as if we’ve just seen each other for the first time. We are both enraptured with the other.
Jessica Spring: "Aren't you hungry?" she asks, seeing that I’ve barely eaten.
Christian Knight: "I am," I reply.
Jessica Spring: “Then why are you eating so slowly?”
Christian Knight: “I had something else in mind…”
Jessica Spring: "Me too…" she replies.
Christian Knight: “Oh right, There’s dessert.”
Jessica Spring: “Really? What is it?” she asks, her eyes lighting up in interest.
Christian Knight: “You’ll have to wait and see.”
Jessica Spring: “Now I really wanna know,” she says pouting, giving me her irresistible puppy-eyed look.
Christian Knight: “Fine, fine, but you have to help.”
Jessica Spring: “Yay,” she says happily.
Once we put everything away, I’m confronted by Jessica.
Jessica Spring: So what was the dessert.
Christian Knight: “I have something better,” I tell her, slipping my hand into my pocket, beginning to pull up the little box. Here comes the big moment…
Jessica Spring: “Oh? What’s that?” she asks eagerly.
Christian Knight: “Have I told you that I love you today?”
Jessica Spring: “Maybe, but say it again.”
I look into your mesmerizing eyes
Christian Knight: “I love you Jessica, with all my heart and soul.”
Jessica Spring: “I love you too,” she says, kissing me. “Now what’s that other thing?”
Jessica’s cell begins to ring.
Christian Knight: "Great," I grumble, annoyed that a call might ruin the moment; right when I was about to propose.
Jessica Spring: "Just a sec," she says walking into the living room pulling it out of her bag. "Hello?" she says and then there’s a pause. "Yes, this is she...Samara? How’d you get my number?" she stops to listen. "Oh my Gosh! What happened?" I rush to her, her face strewn with tears. She reaches to me and I hold her in my arms as she begins to sob. "how is she? How’s my daughter?...Why can't I?...Alright, I’ll take tomorrow's plane and get there as soon as I can."
Christian Knight: "Daughter?" I ask bewildered. "You have a daughter?"
She barely responds as she closes the cell phone
Jessica Spring: "Yes, her name is Sara."
I sit on the couch, feeling as if someone hit my stomach. I don't know what to do. Jessica has a daughter! She never told me after all this time I’ve known her.
Jessica Spring: "I'm sorry Christian, I'm sorry I never told you." she says apologetically. "I just didn't know how."
Christian Knight: "You didn't know? I'm your boyfriend for Goodness's sake! How could you not tell me?" I scream at her.
Jessica Spring: "I'm sorry."
I sput my head on my hands. She has a daughter. Anger and helplessness brew within me. Unwanted tears flow down my face, which I quickly wipe away. Jessica sits beside me and puts a hand on my shoulder.
Jessica Spring: "I’m sorry," she says sadly. "Say something..."
Christian Knight: "Do you love me?" I ask her.
Jessica Spring: "Don't say that," she says crying, "you know love you."
Christian Knight: "You hid this from me. The only way I find out is because something happens to your daughter," my anger and shock take over. How could she do this to me?
Jessica Spring: “I was going to tell you,” she says softly.
Christian Knight: “When?
Jessica Spring: “Today…”
Christian Knight: “Great timing,” I retort.
Jessica Spring: "What have I done?" she asks herself rocking back and forth.
I don't say anything, not wanting to make things worse. Jessica stops rocking and looks at me with a strange twinkle in her eye, “Christian”
Christian Knight: "What?" I ask angrily.
Jessica Spring: "There’s something else that I haven't told you,” she says taking hold of my hand.
Christian Knight: "There's more?" I ask, feeling even more helpless.
Jessica Spring: "Yes."
For some reason, I remember the message that Jessica left me on the cell phone.
Christian Knight: "Does it have to do with the message you left me?" I ask.
Jessica Spring: "Yes."
Christian Knight: "What is it?"
Jessica Spring: Taking a deep breath, she says, "Christian, the reason why I have daughter is because….. well…. I was….. to put easily… taken advantage of."
It hit me like a ton of bricks. There was nothing I could say in return to that. How could some guy even think about putting their hand on Jessica.. Their was nothing at all to justify myself acting like a jackass towards her. With so much stress on my mind and with Wrestlemania II coming around the corner, I drew wearily.
Christian Knight: I’m tired Jessica. Let’s sleep this over and think about this tommmow.
But before she could retort, Christian flipped the switch. [/i]
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Christian Knight: I’m gonna own you
The camera focused on Christian Knight, who was dressed in athletic pants, fresh from a workout.
Michael Cole: Umm...alright? Do you have any other words for Citizen X?
Christian looked at him, confused.
Christian Knight: Why is it that you people never say what you mean? It’s always “a few words”. Why don’t you just say “hey Christian! Get over here and make some jokes! Say something funny! Be entertaining! Because that’s what you really mean, isn’t it?
Micheal Cole: Well, I guess...
Christian Knight: Listen...it’s cool. Just do your usual interview thing...ask me some questions, and I’ll answer them. And it’ll be funny. Because I’m Christian Knight. Got it?
Christian Knight: Alright. Then sure, Micheal. I’ll share a few words about my match.
Micheal Cole: Great. So how do you feel about the fact that you’re facing Citizen X at Wrestlemania II.
Christian Knight: Well...my opinion is that Citizen X seems to be a little cocky. A little bit of a hypocrite as well speaking as If I joined this federation for some fans to cheer me. Please. It’s more then that Citizen X. You can’t really be a citizen if your really just an outcast can you. Well let me tell you something here, he walks around like he owns the place, like as if he speaks from an act of courage. To go up against me. Let me tell you something there Citizen X. I don’t think you grew up on courage. Being bullied in high school and not standing up for yourself is pathetic. So before you go and put me on blast take a look in the mirror you psychopath.
Micheal Cole: So I take it you’re confident?
Christian Knight: Why do you people always ask me that? Am I confident? Of course I’m confident?! Look at me! I’m Christian Knight. What could I possibly have to be afraid of?
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Jessica Spring: What are you afraid of?
The question struck Christian like a brick. He was staring into her eyes. Their leftover Chinese food was lying abandoned over the coffee table of the apartment he had made his secondary home, and a movie was playing mostly ignored on the flatscreen TV. What was he afraid of? That was a loaded question. Where to begin? He was afraid of needing someone too much... he was afraid that he was only 26 years old and already he couldn’t possibly imagine spending his love and affection on anyone else, even for a moment.
Christian Knight: What am I afraid of? I... I... there are so many answers to that question.
Jessica Spring: Give me one. Just one.
I love you. At least...that’s what he should have said. Instead, he said nothing. And she said...
Jessica Spring: I’m...gonna go.
She stood up, looking around the floor for her shoes.
Christian Knight: Jessica….
He stood up. It felt like an empty gesture...but she turned around.
Jessica Spring: What?
He reached out, and put his hand to her face. Her skin felt so soft...so...comfortable. His heart was beating against his rib cage. He was surprised she couldn’t hear the echoes. When he spoke, it was in a mixture between a whisper and a sigh.
Christian Knight: Don’t go.
Her eyes locked with his, and he felt the electricity. He wondered if she did too. No... he didn’t have to wonder... he knew she did. He knew from the way she didn’t turn her head away. The way her eyes felt glued to him. The way her voice had a quiet and sad desperation in it.
Jessica Spring: Why?
He leaned over. His hands were still gently planted on her cheeks, and he softly kissed her lips. She sighed softly...
Jessica Spring: Ohhhh, you...shouldn’t have done that.
He finally removed his hands, and took a step back, not sure where to look or what to do with his limbs.
Christian Knight: I’m sorry. I...wanted to.
Jessica Spring: Christian...
Christian Knight: I know. I know! It was stupid. You said you wanted to be friends, and I just...
He paused to let out a long sigh, leaning his head back and closing his eyes as he did so. He didn’t open them. He didn’t have time to. He felt her hands on him, on his face where his had been on her face just moments ago. Her lips caressed his, softly at first, and then a little more firmly. There was a fire in his chest, and it would either fuel him indefinitely or burn them both beyond repair. She broke away, and it was his turn to let out a low desperate but somehow happy sigh.
Christian Knight: Why did you do that?
Jessica Spring: Because I wanted to.
Before he could say another word, she kissed him again. It was full of passion and energy and as her tongue grazed against his he knew... thiswas what he had been missing. Once in a while...he had to ask himself how he got to this place. He got here by being selfish, and abandoning his heart. And now he knew... if he changed the first thing, he could change the second. In the brief moment when their lips broke apart, he met her eyes once more.
Christian Knight: I love you, Jessica Spring.
He was expecting her to freak out. To pull away. He expected the truth to be too much...too soon... he expected her to run, like he had eighteen months ago. But a part of him knew...you can’t run from fear...you had to fight it out. And if that was so...why not now, and where they stood? He swore he could see tears starting to form in her beautiful hazel eyes, but she pulled him back to her before he could get a close enough look.
Jessica Spring: Can I stay with you again.
He smiled. He loved it when she called him that...it had been way too long since he heard it.
Christian Knight: And every night after that...for as long as you want.
And there it was...that beautiful smile that only belonged to her.
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The question lingers in Christian Knights mind as he remembers the images of the following long days that took place. Under no circumstance did he want to, nor ever want to loose Jessica Spring. The one person he so much deeply felt for. Micheal Cole Stared Blankly back at him waiting for him to continue on. Drawing his mind back from his trance like state, Christian Knight begins to speak again.
Christian Knight: Rex Sawyer. Does the name ring a bell. I bet it does. Trust me I’ve did my research on you there Citizen X. But that’s not really real name is it. They Used to call you Micheal Carter. Poor little Micheal Carter. Precious and fragile little Micheal. With your scrawny bones and your weak little frame. What can you honestly say to me now that will make me change my mind about how cowardly you were. That you still are. What’s that matter Daddy never taught you how to stand up for your self. I want you to invision the same beating you got from Rex. Invision it well my friend. Now I want you to invasion Wrestlemania II with me and you in the ring. I want you to hear the cracks in my knuckles as you prepare yourself for the same brutality that you receive. The same beating that I’m going to re school you on. Because I will knock that shallow breath straight back out of your lounges. I will bruise your body Micheal. But will you suffer the same consequence. Will you just utterly allow yourself to lay limp and allow me to just beat you to a bloody pulp. Or well you Sack up and be a man for once in your life Micheal. You are a man right. Test yourself…. .go ahead feel around you have balls right. Ohhh.. that’s right they must be missing. Your not going to do anything to me Micheal.. Your just going to be the same pathetic helpless little boy that you have always been deep down inside. The boy that you try to hide behind your fake personality that you have no. I have nothing but time in that ring boy. I have nothing but time. That crippling feeling you felt when Rex laid his hands on you will be the same when I la y my hands on your weak excuse of a frame. I will make you squirm, I will make you suffer and feel pain.
Tell me Micheal can you handle the pain, can you withstand the blows. Because your history tells me otherwise. Here I am facing this so called psychopath that thinks he’s tough. But this so call Citizen X is going to grit his teeth and just wait and wait as I show you what’s it’s truly like to feel agony. Don’t underestimate me my frail boy. I will break that frail body of yours in that ring when it comes time for it. Time… as we speak of it.. It will stretch seemingless for you. It will seem as if it won’t end. I want you to think about those pumbling fist that will connect with your checkbone, that will connect with your stomache. I will shatter you and leave you in nothing but pain and misery. You’ll have more bruises left on you then what you Rex Sawyer left for you. You think what he did to you was bad and as a result the pure reason and cause that you became the product of your environment of today. Wait till you see what I do to you Micheal. Remember this you came looking for me and you came looking for a fight. This isn’t just going to be some wrestling match here Micheal. This isn’t just going to be for some sports entertainment and some fans cheering me. This is going to be me whooping some of the ass. Every fiber in my body want me to hope…. It wants me to hope that you aren’t that same and pathetic little boy with no balls. Every part of me want to hope that your not some sort of sad excuse, some empty vessel walking around lifelessly with no soul, no heart, just taking up space that someone else could be using on this forsaken planet that we all inhabit.
I want you to rethink your actions. Do you really want to walk away from that ring with your head full of shame. I don’t want you to regret picking the fight with the wrong person here. You think that by threating people and telling them that you will cut there fingers off makes you a man. Well my fingers are intact why don’t you try and come and cut my fingers off Micheal. If you had any moment of courage still within you, Micheal you wouldn’t need a blade, or a knife, or gun. Because at the end of the day I don’t want you to be just another pussy with a gun in his hand. I want you to be a man. I want you to not be that scared little boy. I want you to come at me with every little thing you have because I’m not scared. I’m standing right here Micheal. I’m not moving. Your tatics don’t scare me not even one bit because the end result will still be the same. It wil be you lying there in a blood pulp. Not me. Get that threw your thick skull. The sooner you realize that the better. Now I’m now professor here Micheal and I’m certainly no thugh. But one thing I am is a man. I speak with confidence Micheal because I wan to have dought. I want you to not know what the outcome is going to be for you. I want to get under your skin. Show you that your not the only one that can get under peoples skin. I want to show you a dose of your own medicine. You had some pretty clever words for your opponent on Raw so let me say a little about you before I end this here.
A weak man, with no testicular fortitude. A pathetic excuse for a man to be able to call himself even a human being. Your no different in terms of weakness and vulnerability as you so put it with POT. You walked the path with god. You say you are god’s equal. Well call me fucking death. Because your time is up and it’s time for me to reap you. I say that jokingly because there is a truth and the truth may hurt. There is no god. There is only man and when I take one good look at you I sure as hell don’t see a man Micheal…. So delude your self all you want to with what ever medication or drugs your on, I’m still going to view you as some little tiny soldier, an insignificant ant. You think other wise. Then sack up and Prove me wrong….
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