Post by Jacob Cruise on Mar 5, 2009 18:31:55 GMT -5
Half a bottle of Peach Vodka on the kitchen counter, not enough quarters to take his dirty clothes to the Laundromat across the street and rent due at the end of the week. To bad life couldn't be quite as peachy as the third shot of Vodka he had just slammed. However, no matter how broke he was...He made sure he had ordered GCW's second PPV of the year, Absolution.
"My ole' homie Jin 'Mutherfuggin' Remmy verses good ole' JP. Huh, glad to see Remmy's still makin' a name for himself nowadays."
Cruise slams another shot as the match begins...
"Damn, this is about a half decent match...."
Cruise watches intently. A deep longing to be there in the center of that action was building within him. However, he knew he just couldn't return.
"What!? Come on Remmy! Get up bitch!"
.....
"Agh!"
"Damn Pryor.....Thought Remmy had that one...thought he had it..."
It was late. With the main event over, all that remained for Cruise to do was go to bed. That was his life now....Work some pathetic little job that barely paid his rent...until they fired him for being a lazy loud mouthed bastard....move on to the next job that would last at most a week or two....come home...Watch tv...and sleep. The American dream right? Wrestling always rested on the back of his mind...And Amanda Wallace's business card was still tucked neatly into the corner of his nightstands top drawer. Yet, he could never force himself to dial that number and return to what made him happy....Why should he? Him being happy always seemed to make everyone else miserable...It just wasn't worth it any more...
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"1....2....3!"
The referee called for the bell as Cruise rose to his feet the victor. Handing Cruise the Heavyweight title, the ref proceeds to raise his arm as the crowd cheers him on. Cruise smiling from ear to ear.
Suddenly, the crowd vanishes as the entire arena goes black. Leaving nothing but Cruise, the ring, the ref and his opponent visible center stage. A twisted, toothy demonic grin spreads across the refs face as he speaks.
"Congratulations Jacob....You have won the GrAnD pRiZE! The coveted belt! What all want but few ever achieve...And your poor opponent...Look at the bastard."
Cruises opponent lays face down on the mat. Curious, Cruise rolls his limp body over to reveal that the man was none other than Cruise himself. His chest a bloody mess as if he had been stabbed multiple time or something of the sort...
"Thats right jAcOB! Your own worst enemy finally dead...The GaAaaAAaaAwD himself brought to his own demise by your hands....No more Jacob 'Mutherfuggin' Cruise....Just plain ole Jacob.....the guy who works a nine to five and hates his life....Enjoy!"
With those words echoing over and over throughout the darkness, the floor collapses beneath Jacob. Sending him plummeting into nothingness.....
Sitting up straight in bed, Cruise is short of breathe. Sweat pours from his body. It had all just been a nightmare....
"A Gawd damn nightmare....Ga....Gaaawd....."
Without a moments waste, Cruise's hand darts for his nightstand. Removing a small business card from the top drawer, he begins dialing the number on it into his phone....
"Yes...Amanda Wallace please...I don't care! Tell her this is Jacob....'Mutherfuggin'....Cruise!"
The End
For Now....
"My ole' homie Jin 'Mutherfuggin' Remmy verses good ole' JP. Huh, glad to see Remmy's still makin' a name for himself nowadays."
Cruise slams another shot as the match begins...
"Damn, this is about a half decent match...."
Cruise watches intently. A deep longing to be there in the center of that action was building within him. However, he knew he just couldn't return.
"What!? Come on Remmy! Get up bitch!"
.....
"Agh!"
"Damn Pryor.....Thought Remmy had that one...thought he had it..."
It was late. With the main event over, all that remained for Cruise to do was go to bed. That was his life now....Work some pathetic little job that barely paid his rent...until they fired him for being a lazy loud mouthed bastard....move on to the next job that would last at most a week or two....come home...Watch tv...and sleep. The American dream right? Wrestling always rested on the back of his mind...And Amanda Wallace's business card was still tucked neatly into the corner of his nightstands top drawer. Yet, he could never force himself to dial that number and return to what made him happy....Why should he? Him being happy always seemed to make everyone else miserable...It just wasn't worth it any more...
-----
"1....2....3!"
The referee called for the bell as Cruise rose to his feet the victor. Handing Cruise the Heavyweight title, the ref proceeds to raise his arm as the crowd cheers him on. Cruise smiling from ear to ear.
Suddenly, the crowd vanishes as the entire arena goes black. Leaving nothing but Cruise, the ring, the ref and his opponent visible center stage. A twisted, toothy demonic grin spreads across the refs face as he speaks.
"Congratulations Jacob....You have won the GrAnD pRiZE! The coveted belt! What all want but few ever achieve...And your poor opponent...Look at the bastard."
Cruises opponent lays face down on the mat. Curious, Cruise rolls his limp body over to reveal that the man was none other than Cruise himself. His chest a bloody mess as if he had been stabbed multiple time or something of the sort...
"Thats right jAcOB! Your own worst enemy finally dead...The GaAaaAAaaAwD himself brought to his own demise by your hands....No more Jacob 'Mutherfuggin' Cruise....Just plain ole Jacob.....the guy who works a nine to five and hates his life....Enjoy!"
With those words echoing over and over throughout the darkness, the floor collapses beneath Jacob. Sending him plummeting into nothingness.....
Sitting up straight in bed, Cruise is short of breathe. Sweat pours from his body. It had all just been a nightmare....
"A Gawd damn nightmare....Ga....Gaaawd....."
Without a moments waste, Cruise's hand darts for his nightstand. Removing a small business card from the top drawer, he begins dialing the number on it into his phone....
"Yes...Amanda Wallace please...I don't care! Tell her this is Jacob....'Mutherfuggin'....Cruise!"
The End
For Now....
