Post by Roger Wright on Aug 25, 2022 19:57:23 GMT -5
“YOUR PAST DOES NOT EQUAL YOUR FUTURE”
-Anthony Robbins
THE CURIOUS CASE OF WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT
Presented by Roger Wright Productions
I remember it like it was today. August 25th 2022 started like any other day, a cup of coffee, a shot of whiskey and a raging hard on. Outside the day was beautiful, hot and humid just like you expect in Texas during the month of August. Nothing was going to bring the day down, and then it happened, the ‘ding dong’ of the bell for the door. From the back door I could see the outline through the glass, my agent. Surly little man, shitty attitude, always telling me what to do, how to clean up my image. Shane 2.0 if you catch my drift.
5 minutes, that’s how long I let that mother fucker stand at the door, waiting for me to finally come answer it. What a show he got, Roger wright in a pair of basketball shorts, raging hard on stinking of a shot of whiskey and coffee at 7 AM, he was none too impressed to say the least. “Help you?” it felt like the right question at the time, though deep down we all know he didn’t hear me, he had other things on his mind.
“Um…yeah…sorry…” Fuck its annoying when poeple stumble over their words, just spit it the fuck out, no one has time for your brain to take 20 minutes to process a third graders level thought. “You told me not to bother you unless it was important, I think this is important.” This should be good.
If you stop talking for long enough and take a moment to listen you will find people have a real fucked up idea of what important is. Just a few weeks ago we all got to experience how important it is to some people to win, even if it means they look like melting snickers on the sidewalk.
#THATISASHITJOKE #DOUBLEPUN!
“You are facing Hunter Valentyne!” If you have never seen a grown man cower in fear then you are missing out on life. This little shit went from 5’8” tall to 3’2” in a nanosecond, he went down harder than Hunter’s career after Dave McDave. But that’s a tale for another time, and one you have probably heard a million times this month. Something in me at that moment was feeling nice, all he got was a wave of the hand for a dismissal before my hard on and I returned to the rear window.
The slamming of the front door came with a great peace for me. Solitude was my life for a while now, and while I didn’t choose it at first, it was growing on me. Let me catch you up on a few things……………..
CUE THE DOODLY DO, DOODLY DO, DOODLY DO, SOUND EFFECTS!!!! MAKE THE CAMERA GET ALL WAVY AND TRANSITION, IT’S HISTORY MONOLOGUE TIME MOTHER FUCKERS!!!!!!
My life is simply a history of love and loss. Everyone I have ever loved has left me in one shape or another. My parents, dead. Nancy…Dead. Blair…Fucking left like the raging stank whore she is. Anicka…Moved onto the next dick in line. Voo…That one fucking hurt! Truth is it’s my lot in life, everyone I trust fucks me, and not necessarily proper fuck either. I don’t have to love someone for them to hurt me, all I have had to do is trust them.
Hunter Valentyne…Backstabbing bitch. Johnny Stylez…Backstabbing bitch. Alan Envy…Backstabbing bitch. XXX…Backstabbing bitch. Are you getting the bigger picture here? This is my life, get close to people then get fucked. My whole life was spent giving, giving, and giving. While all the mother fuckers in it just kept taking, taking, taking. Well Fuck you all, no more giving my heart to bitches that run off and mary ass clowns behind my back, whispering sweet words to me like I won’t be like all those before. Naw you are fucking worse, sucked me in with that fucking shit and spit me out harder than a llama pissed off at someone that gets too close.
Or maybe you CHOSE ME! Fuck outta here with that bullshit, you ain’t chose no one. You are too busy taking a swan dive off the stripper pole onto some dick to choose anything other than the next ride you can get. Or maybe I bring out the best in you, make you want to be someone better than you ever thought you could be. Naw, you just want to people to think you are better than me, and drive a knife in my back after you saddle me with a kid you don’t even care about. Or just maybe, just maybe you love me, but you also love that dude down the street cuz he don’t give a fuck and rides a Harley. Fuck all of you, fuck you with Hunter’s dick after I stud him out to all my heifers' on the ranch!
Think about this for a moment, I hate those bitches less than the other mother fuckers I talked about. Which maybe is a good thing I get to get into the ring with Hunter, lord knows he’s spent a career dodging me at every corner, touting his greatness but running like a third grader when the fifth grader wants his lunch money.
#FLAGPOLEAT3BITCH!
This time there is no getting fired, no I wasn’t feeling well, or any of the other bullshit you have spewed when the devil came knocking in the past. There is no door to hide behind, Jesse’s skirt isn’t here to protect you, and Johnny would rather beat your ass into the ground than not get the chance to watch me show the world what he and I already know…
YOU KNOW I AM GOING TO TELL THEM!
Ever heard the expression ‘stop living in the past’ well let me show the world the embodiment of living in the past…HUNTER VALENTYNE!!!! This man cannot go more than five minutes without talking about either Dave McDave, Johnny Stylez, XXX, Alan Envy, or myself. What do we all have in common? We are all his greatest failure that he tries to sell to you as some triumphant accomplishment. Every single one of us had to deal with Hunter, and not that it was truly all that difficult mind you, but we had to deal with him. Once done though we all, including every single one of you, had to listen to how his getting his ass beat, or running like a bitch, made us great. Yeah Hunters greatest achievement is…
GETTING OWNED BY EVERYONE IN THE RING AND BRAGGING ABOUT IT!
So what does all this mean? Nothing in the grand scheme of things, the reality is that Hunter has spent his life telling us all about his great feud with Dave McDave, which ended with Dave McDave beating his ass and Hunter being fired. Hunter brags about his time with Johnny in Domestic Disturbance, the quote un quote ‘greatest tag team ever’. That’s code for Johnny carrying his ass like a man carrying his wife down a hill to save her from a volcano.
HUNTER IS A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS…I FUCKING SAID IT!
Then there is Alan fucking Envy, the man everyone in the world has beaten around the ring like a red headed step child, everyone except of course Hunter Valentyne. Though if you just listen to him talk about how he made Al, built that man up to be great, showed him the ropes. Yeah hunter, congrats you created a slightly better version of yourself, high fives all around! That is your claim to fame hunter, not greatness, not amazingness, not even mediocrity, no your claim to fame is…
FAILING AT EVERYTHING YOU HAVE TRIED!
Sure your ass won a title or something somewhere at some time, when everyone was retired and there was just no one left to give it too. Hell Jesse probably took pity on you, thought you needed some kind of pick me up, something to keep you from putting a gun in your mouth and pulling the trigger. Unfortunately for all of us Jesse made that terrible decision, because we are left with the mindless ramblings of a man and his shoulda, woulda, coulda…
BUT NEVER DID STORIES!!!!!
That is what separates you and I. While you live in that past, talk about it with the nostalgia of an 80 year old man at the bar, I have moved on. I let my experiences mold me, build me into something better, something stronger. You are still that limp wristed, weak dicked dog in the rain with his tail between his legs begging for scraps. But you will never get a chance to eat at the big boy table Hunter, it’s just scraps at the fold out paw patrol table for you.
LET HIM EAT WITH THE CHILDREN!!!!
At this point they are the only ones that believe a single word that comes out of your mouth, the only ones willing to take the time to listen. The truth hurts, reality hurts more, and when I’m done with you both are gonna feel like a freight train. So climb out of whatever hole you are in, maybe tell us about Molly’s vagina some more, or rape a fucking Nun, it doesn’t matter, parlor tricks and failed attempts to justify your failures don’t work anymore. Wreckoning is coming your way, and you don’t get to run this time.
#NOPLACETOHIDE!
Roger raised the cup of coffee to his lips, slid the back door open and stepped out. The chair on the porch rocked back and forth, a smile slipped from his lips as he came to a stop next to the chair and looked out over the view of his land. ‘Is that for me?’ the woman’s soft voice floated in as an outstretched finger pointed to Roger’s pants.
‘Well we both know it isn’t going to suck itself.’ Came Roger’s quick reply as he took another pull of his coffee.
‘Dirty old man’ Came the soft reply from the woman. As Roger’s bare ass became exposed to the world.
‘I would challenge anyone to tell me there is a better way to wake up than this. What is better than a goodnight sleep, morning coffee and some head on the back patio? Don’t even stop to tell me what is better, let me have this fucking moment.’ Both of Roger’s arms curved out and came to a rest on his hips as his head leaned back, letting out a sigh of relief. ‘Wait you aren’t done.’ Came Roger's reply as his shorts pulled up hiding his ass from the world.
‘You know I have to go, someone will notice I am missing.’ Just as the woman started to come into view the image turned to the fields guided by Roger’s hand.
‘Take a look at that, the storm is coming in through the trees, see how it just engulfs them like a wave taking everything in it’s way. I tell you this, there is nothing like a Texas storm in the summer.’ Roger smiled and took a final sip of his coffee as the camera panned back to find he was the only one on the porch now. The view spun around to the house and then back to Roger but there was no one else. ‘We all keep secrets, I’ll tell you mine when you tell me yours.’ One final smile graced Roger’s face as the camera slowly faded to black.