Post by m on Feb 15, 2008 0:20:21 GMT -5
Standing. He had returned to his comfort zone. His suite in the GCW. His solitude. He found himself standing in the bathroom. His hands firming holding onto the sink. Leaning forward. Staring into the mirror infront of him. Not moving. He was just standing there. Staring at his own reflection. Reflecting on the past MayheM. He lost to the rat. How could he lose to the rat? His blame was put on the rat's words. His words were in his thoughts. His focus was disrupted by the rat's words. It only furthered his suspicion. He continued to question his whereabouts and about what happened to him before he came to GCW. Why did he care so much? Why did he continue to bring this up? It only further made his paranoia point in his direction. Why wouldn't the rat try to kill him? He had repeatedly beat the rat at every turn. He had repeatedly made that rat look like a fool. Hell, he still does. He was an enemy. So the rat was high on the list. Hurt feelings cause people to do crazy things. The rat could have had his hurt to the point that he felt that he needed to take him out of this life. He hadn't figured the rat to be smart enough or know anyone with that kind of connection. It definitely didn't look like it would be up his alley. But the more the rat brings up his whereabouts before popping back up in the wrestling world only made it worse for him.
He took a deep breath. Shaking his head. He closed his eyes. A sigh escaping his frame. He tipped his head down. Face now facing toward the sink. Slowly opening his eyes, he lifted his head up. Standing up straight. He let go of the sink. Turning away, he proceeds to step out of the bathroom. He wasn't going to let this get to him. Not anymore. He didn't want this rat to get the best of him. That was probably his plan all along. Get in his head. Screw with his focus. Force him to drop the ball in the ring. No. He wasn't going to let that happen again. The rat was probably living it up. No. He was going to get his revenge. He was going to get back on track. He was going to turn this around. The turn out last MayheM was just humiliating. He let it get to him so bad that he had been beaten and bad. Losing his focus so bad that the rat had gotten the upper hand at every attempt he had tried to inflict more damage. No. He wasn't going to let that rat do that again. Forget that. He'll get his revenge. That rat will get what he has coming to him.
He should just leave this room right now and take care of the rat once and for all. Rid the world of his nuisance existance. Reach under his mattress. Rush over to the suite that belonged to the rat. Knock on the door. Claim to be room service. Once the door was opened? Shoot that rat where he stands. Or maybe grab the blade he had hidden in his kitchen area. Slash the rat's throat when he's not looking. Carve him up real nice. Form a smile right under the rat's chin. That would do it. That would definitely relieve a lot of the stress. No long have to hear that mouth of his ramble on about things that had nothing to do with either of them. No longer would have to deal with him constantly hounding him. Put an end to the rat's worthless life and continue the search for his enemy who tried to take his life.
He would. He should. But he can't. He can't risk it. Not now. Of course, he could do it without getting caught. He had his ways. He knew how to do it. It wasn't going to be that hard. But there were cameras everywhere in this building. He would be seen somehow. Forget it. He'll continue to punish the rat slowly. Force his to end his own career like he's done to other's who would not back down. End their career professionally. Then he can end the rat's life once he had nothing to do with this company anymore. Catch him outside of the Tower. He could catch him outside now, but it was more likely he'd be found among other members of the roster. He knew they'd rush to the police or Amanda or Candice in an instant. Tell them that 187 had killed one of the roster and be sent off to prison for life. He wasn't going to let that happen. No. Patience. He needed it. Badly. This paranoia was getting to him.
He found his way to his bedroom. Tossing himself across his bed. Shaking his head. He stared at the ceiling of this room. The suite was dead silent. He had nothing going on. No television. No radio. One light on. That was pretty much it. You could easily mistake this suite as being empty. That's how silent it was inside. Shaking his head. He needed to plan his next move. He needed to plot his next appearance. He needed to strategize what to do next to the rat. It wouldn't be hard. He would have something for him. For now? He felt his eyelids growing heavy. Stress was tiring. Paranoia made it worse. He just closed his eyes. Slowly drifting off into a slumber. He'll deal with it later. He needed his rest. That rat will get what he has coming to him. That was for sure.
He took a deep breath. Shaking his head. He closed his eyes. A sigh escaping his frame. He tipped his head down. Face now facing toward the sink. Slowly opening his eyes, he lifted his head up. Standing up straight. He let go of the sink. Turning away, he proceeds to step out of the bathroom. He wasn't going to let this get to him. Not anymore. He didn't want this rat to get the best of him. That was probably his plan all along. Get in his head. Screw with his focus. Force him to drop the ball in the ring. No. He wasn't going to let that happen again. The rat was probably living it up. No. He was going to get his revenge. He was going to get back on track. He was going to turn this around. The turn out last MayheM was just humiliating. He let it get to him so bad that he had been beaten and bad. Losing his focus so bad that the rat had gotten the upper hand at every attempt he had tried to inflict more damage. No. He wasn't going to let that rat do that again. Forget that. He'll get his revenge. That rat will get what he has coming to him.
He should just leave this room right now and take care of the rat once and for all. Rid the world of his nuisance existance. Reach under his mattress. Rush over to the suite that belonged to the rat. Knock on the door. Claim to be room service. Once the door was opened? Shoot that rat where he stands. Or maybe grab the blade he had hidden in his kitchen area. Slash the rat's throat when he's not looking. Carve him up real nice. Form a smile right under the rat's chin. That would do it. That would definitely relieve a lot of the stress. No long have to hear that mouth of his ramble on about things that had nothing to do with either of them. No longer would have to deal with him constantly hounding him. Put an end to the rat's worthless life and continue the search for his enemy who tried to take his life.
He would. He should. But he can't. He can't risk it. Not now. Of course, he could do it without getting caught. He had his ways. He knew how to do it. It wasn't going to be that hard. But there were cameras everywhere in this building. He would be seen somehow. Forget it. He'll continue to punish the rat slowly. Force his to end his own career like he's done to other's who would not back down. End their career professionally. Then he can end the rat's life once he had nothing to do with this company anymore. Catch him outside of the Tower. He could catch him outside now, but it was more likely he'd be found among other members of the roster. He knew they'd rush to the police or Amanda or Candice in an instant. Tell them that 187 had killed one of the roster and be sent off to prison for life. He wasn't going to let that happen. No. Patience. He needed it. Badly. This paranoia was getting to him.
He found his way to his bedroom. Tossing himself across his bed. Shaking his head. He stared at the ceiling of this room. The suite was dead silent. He had nothing going on. No television. No radio. One light on. That was pretty much it. You could easily mistake this suite as being empty. That's how silent it was inside. Shaking his head. He needed to plan his next move. He needed to plot his next appearance. He needed to strategize what to do next to the rat. It wouldn't be hard. He would have something for him. For now? He felt his eyelids growing heavy. Stress was tiring. Paranoia made it worse. He just closed his eyes. Slowly drifting off into a slumber. He'll deal with it later. He needed his rest. That rat will get what he has coming to him. That was for sure.