Murder Colored Glasses
Apr 10, 2020 20:17:33 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2020 20:17:33 GMT -5
The world really does look different...it feels different too. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a smoke. Or a drink…
To be perfectly honest, I couldn’t remember much before our time with Sanchez and his familia. I remember what we felt like before rehab and the pills…or as I like to call it ‘the Dark Ages’…at least for me it was.
Pheely always talks about how lonely she was and how hard life was before she met Jayson...don’t get me wrong. He’s a nice guy…he stepped in when she put me to sleep…he took care of her because I couldn’t anymore. So I guess I owe him that…
Our relationship has always been stupid complicated. Like a love hate sister thing…if the sister you hate is a disembodied voice in your head and the sister you love to torture created you in her mind to help her deal with trauma. Do I love Ophelia? Of course I do…without her I wouldn’t exist…and without me, she would have actually had to accept some of the responsibility for the choices she’s made thus far…
She likes to blame me for things going wrong…she likes to tell people that I’m reason she jammed a needle in her arm…I’m the reason she SETTLED for Tommy Kain…she hated me so much that it drove her to sacrifice her dignity to try to make me happy enough to go away…and rather than accept the fact that I didn’t force her to do those things. I’m a voice in her head…
At least until she falls asleep…then our body becomes mine…and I can do whatever I want.
So here I sit…on the roof of the house…pack of Marlboro Light 100s and a few cold Ace Pineapple Ciders. The cool Tennessee breeze blowing around me as I look up at the stars…I hear the attic window open behind me…I turn around and see Jayson’s head poking through the window. He looks in my direction and I raise an eyebrow at him…
Pheelz...what're you doin out here? It’s late…
Just havin a drink…bring your fine ass out here…
Huh?
Don’t make me drink alone…
Babe…you CAN’T drink…
I picked up a bottle and took a few gulps…
Would ya look at that…looks like I can…SOMEONE CALL THE CHURCH!! A DAMNED MIRACLE JUST HAPPENED!!!
He looked confused as fuck…Pheelz sure can pick ‘em…pretty….but reeeeeeal stupid…
Not Pheelz, retard…
A look of disdain and irritation crossed his face…seemed to finally dawn on him that it’s not Ophelia he’s looking at…Pheely went to sleep a while ago…and well…when’s the cats away right?
Murder…
In the flesh…well not my flesh…I mean…kind of my flesh? I don’t know how this shit works…come out here…have a drink with me…
He heaved a heavy sigh and crawled through the window…
There he is!
I’m not coming out here for your benefit…I’m makin sure you don’t hurt Ophelia…
Fuck would I want to hurt her for? She goes back on meds, I get snuffed out…can’t have that happening again…here…have a drink…
I don’t drink that girly shit…and I know better than to try to appeal for Pheelz best interest…you know if you get drunk that’s gonna fuck up her sobriety right?
C’mon baldy…lighten up…you think this is the first time our sweet Ophelia has had alcohol in her system since rehab?
Considering I’ve been with her more often than not since then? I have a good feeling that I know her pretty well and she wouldn’t fuck up her sobriety…
You do know her well…but I can do something with her that you can’t…
This oughta be good…
I leaned over and got really close to his ear…he seemed to be wrestling with his desire to be close to me because I LOOK like Ophelia…but I damn sure ain’t actin like her…
I can get inside her…
I licked his earlobe seductively…being in Ophelia’s head, I know how to drive him nuts…
I can too…and she’d be more satisfied with me in her than you….you can bet on that…
I don’t gotta wait for permission though….I can just slip inside and fill her with all kinds of stuff…
I noticed goosebumps on his arm in the moonlight…even if he didn’t want me…he wanted Ophelia…and FUCK it’s been so long since she or I got any kind of release…maybe I
could use that to my advantage…
You want her bad don’t you?
Fuck do you care?
I can tell you how bad she wants you…she thinks about it all the time…about what you’ll feel like…what you’ll taste like…
He closed his eyes, fighting his own battle with his mind right now…and by mind, I mean cock…
What you’ll do to her…if you’ll be rough and throw her around…if you’ll be soft and sweet like normal…if you'll whimper like a little church mouse or scream and growl like a Bengal Tiger...
I’m fucking loving this…he’s probably standing at attention, hard as the Washington Monument…I set my beer down next to me and flicked my cigarette off into the pool…I unzipped the hoodie I was wearing to expose the black lace bra Ophelia had hidden in a neat little box at the back of the closet…no doubt for this clown when it was time to do the deed…
Sorry Pheelz…gonna have to get something new...
I raised up on my knees and stradled him…he started trying to push me away, but not with all his strength…he was still stuck on the fact that I looked like her…and he didn’t want me…but he wanted her…
C’mon…why don’t you show me what it’ll be like? Give me a preview…I promise I won’t tell her anything…
Knock it off…get off me…
Before he could start protesting too much, I kissed him…probably better than Ophelia ever could…I nibbled his tongue and lip as I felt him grow against my jeans…I started kissing and sucking on his earlobe…
C’mon baby…it can be our little secret…Ophelia never has to know…
He grabbed the back of my hair and started kissing me back hard…he bit my lip and slid his hands down the back of my pants, grabbing my ass and lifting my body closer to him. I moaned in frustrating pleasure, sliding my own hand into his pants and gripping him hard…
He pulled my hand out of his pants and the forced me onto my back…he clutched my chest in a vice like grip, growling in a tone neither I nor Ophelia had ever heard before as he roughly kissed and bit my chest and down my stomach…
That’s right…you can fuck me like a whore…save that sappy shit for her…
Wrong thing to say…because he suddenly stopped, adjusted himself, grabbed my last 2 beers and my smokes, and started making his way to the window…
Don’t let me catch you polluting her body again bitch…and don’t fuckin touch me again…
I always get what I want, Jayson…keep that in mind…
Put it this way…the only person whose gonna know what I feel like inside her is gonna be Ophelia…keep your hands to your fuckin self…
I raised two fingers and smiled at him…
Scouts honor…
He crawled through the window without even looking back at me…now here I sit with the worst case of blue balls I’ve had in years…fuckin bussy….
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I woke up the next morning inexplicably horny. Jayson didn’t seem like he was in the greatest mood either so I’m wondering if he may have had a nightmare…I rolled over and put my hand on his chest…he started when I touched him and looked at me mildly annoyed until some kind of recognition happened on his face…
Good morning, dragon breath…
Good morning, lazy ass…sleep okay?
Yeah…you okay? You look mad…
No…not mad…just tired…
Okay…want me to leave you alone?
Nope…
He grabbed me and pulled me closer to him...I closed my eyes and rested my head on his chest...
Just a weird night last night...with Murder...
My eyes snapped open and my heart stopped...
Oh...
Nothing happened...she did say something that kinda bothered me though...
Aside from the alcohol and cigarettes I'm currently tasting?
Well yeah...that...but something else...
Your guessing games will be the death of me, Violence...
Well...she said she knew what you were thinking...specfically...about me...I mean...you know how I feel...how I've felt...and I don't know if this goes any deeper than dick...
I chuckled at his comment...
How can dick even be a factor when we haven't even had sex yet, Jay?
I know...I'm just sayin...I mean...I've had offers Miss Pain....lotsa ladies wanna ride the train to ViolenceVille...
I snorted and rolled away from him...I sat up on the side of the bed and coughed...I fucking hate it when she smokes...
God I cannot tell you a faster way to dry me out like a Popeye's biscuit than acting like Johnny Stylez...
C'mon Pheelz...you know you wanna soak this up...
It's soak SOME up, you peasant...I'm gonna go shower and wash this taste out of my mouth...
The alcohol and cigarettes? Or your moment of secret fangirling?
Shut up...
I kissed him and grabbed my robe, wrapped it around me, and headed off to the bathroom. I was so annoyed with Murder that when I saw her in the mirror, brushing her hair and primping, she barely had time to greet me...
Morning funshine!
Shut up...
You look like shit...
Well thanks you to I FEEL like shit too...Jayson told me what you did...
Good! I'm glad he came clean! He couldn't keep his hands off of me and I was like 'no! We can't do this to Opheliahahahahahahahaha' oh God I couldn't even get through it with a straight face! Can you imagine though?
Imagine what? Someone that I'm stuck with trying to skeeve on my man while I'm asleep? Not to mention drinking and smoking polluting my body-
I'm gonna stop you right there, Tex...don't pull this 'holier than thou' bullshit with me...are you mad that I was drinking or are you mad that you missed out?
I'm not mad about the drinking...I'm pissed that you would betray me like that...
Betray you?! By doing something you're too scared to do? By trying to make him FEEL like a man? Instead of your little errand boy that does your dirty work for you?
No! I'm talking about the fact that without me...there is no YOU...all I have to do is start taking my meds again and you'll-
Don't you threaten me you fuckin pleb...without me you woulda shot that junk up that Sanchez had displayed so nicely and be buried 6 ft under in a REAL casket while Jayson gave Tilly to her mother thats no better than you are to go have pity sex with the ringside trash just aching to make the Pain go away...
I'm just saying-
And I'M just saying, Ophelia fucking Pain...don't confuse loyalty with owing a debt. A dog will maul the man that raised her from a pup if she's hungry enough...and thats what you don't seem to realize...
What don't I realize, Murder?
Loyalty doesn't mean shit when you have nothing to offer. Talent? Kindness? None of it means ANYTHING if there isn't something they can take from you. You will be walked over and stepped on and as long as they say the right combo of pretty words, your dumbass will be begging for bigger boots.
You want to believe that there is fairness and justice in this world...you want to believe that just because YOU genuinely care about someone, in reality or in this business, that they also care about you and thats not the fucking case. These fuckers will smile in your face while they sharpen the blade meant for your back! They will never stop making empty promises or trying to convince you that YOU'RE crazy because you want the same respect that they can all barely give to each other!
Everyone wants titles...responsibility...notoriety...a fuckin pat on the back, but are they the same people willing to give it? And if they're not, why does their opinion fucking matter? You have stood by and stuck around to lift up the same people hell bent on keeping you down! You praised people for years while they went out of their way trashing you to everyone they could!! You have been honest and real and worn your heart on your sleeve and for what? For pretty words? For attention? For someone to tell you that your loyalty is worth pissing a few people off?! If thats what you're waiting for then you're gonna be waiting for a while...
The loyalty that I'm talking about is about people that I work with. It's about people that I allow a glimpse into my personal life! I didn't have to tell the doctor that I didn't want my meds anymore...I didn't have to hide you from Jayson...I didn't have to try to hide Jayson from you...you're here for one reason Murder...and thats to get me the fucking XKoRe title...
And what then? They're merging the titles...are you REALLY ready to have to step in the ring and face Tommy Kain?
I took a steadying breath and looked my smug stupid face in the eye...
Yes...thats what all of this is about...thats what all of this is for. When I'm OPW Pureblood Champion, I won't have the distraction of seeing his face every where I look in the fucking arena...he can just fade into the mists of mediocrity from whence he came...
You're forgetting something kind of important...
Like what?
Scooty Adams...
Oh yeah...lil scooty...dudes been champion for longer than he should be. Crawling from the bowels of mediocrity to join the boys club of OPW...
Can't really call it a boy's club with 2 of the main title holders being female, Ophelia...
Well...it'll be 3 come Injustice 4 All...because the XKoRe championship is fucking mine...I'm over being underestimated because of my vagina. I built myself back up from the fucking ground...I put blood, sweatr, and fucking tears into earning my way in this fucking company...I busted my ass to get BACK to where I am...
I like your fire, Pheelz....but I still don't really believe that you want it...
Before I could respond there was a knock on the bathroom door. I looked at the clock and realized I had been talking to myself for the better part of an hour...
'Yourself'? Yeah....thats who you can go fuck...
Pheely? You okay?
Yeah Til! Just gonna take a shower real quick!
Still?! Jeeze! I've already had 2 bowls of Lucky Charms and a cup of coffee!
What?! Coffee?
Yeah! Major let me have some coffee!
JAYSON!
It was half a cup and more creamer than coffee!
Fuck sake is it community shower time?! Don't we get any privacy?
You wanna talk about privacy?
Huh?
Nothing Til! Just.....just go back downstairs and watch YouTube until I come down okay?
Okay...hurry up! I'm bored!
I heard her heavy footsteps down the stairs and took a deep breath, turning back towards my own reflections that was now filing her nails, looking incredibly annoyed...
What?
Oh nothing...just not sure how you plan on accomplishing anything while you've got that crotch-
Stop it...
I'm just saying-
And I'M saying, Murder...Tilly has been with me through the last...well everything...everything good, bad, or indifferent, Matilda and Jayson have been behind me cheering me on...
What about when Jayson is standing across the ring from you? Think he'll be cheering for you then?
Possibly...in the back of his mind...I'm not going to kid myself into thinking that he doesn't want this title too. And I'm not going to kid myself into thinking that he would take a dive into a casket for me. Despite what rumors are circulating around the arena and fan sites are saying. Jayson is my friend...he's my lover-
Not yet technically...
He's as good as...anyway-
Not really...considering I've gotten further with him than you have...
Regardless of semantics!! Jayson and I have a relationship that exists outside the ring...there...is that technically accurate enough for you?!
I suppose...
ANYWAY...Jayson is going to come at me with everything he's got. He's going to fight as hard as he can and whether it's him or I that slam the casket shut on Ol' Scooty, there is going to be a new XKoRe champion at Injustice 4 All...and if I have it my way...it'll be me.
IF?
I'm walking out of Injustice 4 All as a champion, Murder...then the real work begins.
The kicking ass or the chewing bubble gum?
Well I'm all out of gum...so I guess it's time for some ass kicking huh?
To be perfectly honest, I couldn’t remember much before our time with Sanchez and his familia. I remember what we felt like before rehab and the pills…or as I like to call it ‘the Dark Ages’…at least for me it was.
Pheely always talks about how lonely she was and how hard life was before she met Jayson...don’t get me wrong. He’s a nice guy…he stepped in when she put me to sleep…he took care of her because I couldn’t anymore. So I guess I owe him that…
Our relationship has always been stupid complicated. Like a love hate sister thing…if the sister you hate is a disembodied voice in your head and the sister you love to torture created you in her mind to help her deal with trauma. Do I love Ophelia? Of course I do…without her I wouldn’t exist…and without me, she would have actually had to accept some of the responsibility for the choices she’s made thus far…
She likes to blame me for things going wrong…she likes to tell people that I’m reason she jammed a needle in her arm…I’m the reason she SETTLED for Tommy Kain…she hated me so much that it drove her to sacrifice her dignity to try to make me happy enough to go away…and rather than accept the fact that I didn’t force her to do those things. I’m a voice in her head…
At least until she falls asleep…then our body becomes mine…and I can do whatever I want.
So here I sit…on the roof of the house…pack of Marlboro Light 100s and a few cold Ace Pineapple Ciders. The cool Tennessee breeze blowing around me as I look up at the stars…I hear the attic window open behind me…I turn around and see Jayson’s head poking through the window. He looks in my direction and I raise an eyebrow at him…
Pheelz...what're you doin out here? It’s late…
Just havin a drink…bring your fine ass out here…
Huh?
Don’t make me drink alone…
Babe…you CAN’T drink…
I picked up a bottle and took a few gulps…
Would ya look at that…looks like I can…SOMEONE CALL THE CHURCH!! A DAMNED MIRACLE JUST HAPPENED!!!
He looked confused as fuck…Pheelz sure can pick ‘em…pretty….but reeeeeeal stupid…
Not Pheelz, retard…
A look of disdain and irritation crossed his face…seemed to finally dawn on him that it’s not Ophelia he’s looking at…Pheely went to sleep a while ago…and well…when’s the cats away right?
Murder…
In the flesh…well not my flesh…I mean…kind of my flesh? I don’t know how this shit works…come out here…have a drink with me…
He heaved a heavy sigh and crawled through the window…
There he is!
I’m not coming out here for your benefit…I’m makin sure you don’t hurt Ophelia…
Fuck would I want to hurt her for? She goes back on meds, I get snuffed out…can’t have that happening again…here…have a drink…
I don’t drink that girly shit…and I know better than to try to appeal for Pheelz best interest…you know if you get drunk that’s gonna fuck up her sobriety right?
C’mon baldy…lighten up…you think this is the first time our sweet Ophelia has had alcohol in her system since rehab?
Considering I’ve been with her more often than not since then? I have a good feeling that I know her pretty well and she wouldn’t fuck up her sobriety…
You do know her well…but I can do something with her that you can’t…
This oughta be good…
I leaned over and got really close to his ear…he seemed to be wrestling with his desire to be close to me because I LOOK like Ophelia…but I damn sure ain’t actin like her…
I can get inside her…
I licked his earlobe seductively…being in Ophelia’s head, I know how to drive him nuts…
I can too…and she’d be more satisfied with me in her than you….you can bet on that…
I don’t gotta wait for permission though….I can just slip inside and fill her with all kinds of stuff…
I noticed goosebumps on his arm in the moonlight…even if he didn’t want me…he wanted Ophelia…and FUCK it’s been so long since she or I got any kind of release…maybe I
could use that to my advantage…
You want her bad don’t you?
Fuck do you care?
I can tell you how bad she wants you…she thinks about it all the time…about what you’ll feel like…what you’ll taste like…
He closed his eyes, fighting his own battle with his mind right now…and by mind, I mean cock…
What you’ll do to her…if you’ll be rough and throw her around…if you’ll be soft and sweet like normal…if you'll whimper like a little church mouse or scream and growl like a Bengal Tiger...
I’m fucking loving this…he’s probably standing at attention, hard as the Washington Monument…I set my beer down next to me and flicked my cigarette off into the pool…I unzipped the hoodie I was wearing to expose the black lace bra Ophelia had hidden in a neat little box at the back of the closet…no doubt for this clown when it was time to do the deed…
Sorry Pheelz…gonna have to get something new...
I raised up on my knees and stradled him…he started trying to push me away, but not with all his strength…he was still stuck on the fact that I looked like her…and he didn’t want me…but he wanted her…
C’mon…why don’t you show me what it’ll be like? Give me a preview…I promise I won’t tell her anything…
Knock it off…get off me…
Before he could start protesting too much, I kissed him…probably better than Ophelia ever could…I nibbled his tongue and lip as I felt him grow against my jeans…I started kissing and sucking on his earlobe…
C’mon baby…it can be our little secret…Ophelia never has to know…
He grabbed the back of my hair and started kissing me back hard…he bit my lip and slid his hands down the back of my pants, grabbing my ass and lifting my body closer to him. I moaned in frustrating pleasure, sliding my own hand into his pants and gripping him hard…
He pulled my hand out of his pants and the forced me onto my back…he clutched my chest in a vice like grip, growling in a tone neither I nor Ophelia had ever heard before as he roughly kissed and bit my chest and down my stomach…
That’s right…you can fuck me like a whore…save that sappy shit for her…
Wrong thing to say…because he suddenly stopped, adjusted himself, grabbed my last 2 beers and my smokes, and started making his way to the window…
Don’t let me catch you polluting her body again bitch…and don’t fuckin touch me again…
I always get what I want, Jayson…keep that in mind…
Put it this way…the only person whose gonna know what I feel like inside her is gonna be Ophelia…keep your hands to your fuckin self…
I raised two fingers and smiled at him…
Scouts honor…
He crawled through the window without even looking back at me…now here I sit with the worst case of blue balls I’ve had in years…fuckin bussy….
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I woke up the next morning inexplicably horny. Jayson didn’t seem like he was in the greatest mood either so I’m wondering if he may have had a nightmare…I rolled over and put my hand on his chest…he started when I touched him and looked at me mildly annoyed until some kind of recognition happened on his face…
Good morning, dragon breath…
Good morning, lazy ass…sleep okay?
Yeah…you okay? You look mad…
No…not mad…just tired…
Okay…want me to leave you alone?
Nope…
He grabbed me and pulled me closer to him...I closed my eyes and rested my head on his chest...
Just a weird night last night...with Murder...
My eyes snapped open and my heart stopped...
Oh...
Nothing happened...she did say something that kinda bothered me though...
Aside from the alcohol and cigarettes I'm currently tasting?
Well yeah...that...but something else...
Your guessing games will be the death of me, Violence...
Well...she said she knew what you were thinking...specfically...about me...I mean...you know how I feel...how I've felt...and I don't know if this goes any deeper than dick...
I chuckled at his comment...
How can dick even be a factor when we haven't even had sex yet, Jay?
I know...I'm just sayin...I mean...I've had offers Miss Pain....lotsa ladies wanna ride the train to ViolenceVille...
I snorted and rolled away from him...I sat up on the side of the bed and coughed...I fucking hate it when she smokes...
God I cannot tell you a faster way to dry me out like a Popeye's biscuit than acting like Johnny Stylez...
C'mon Pheelz...you know you wanna soak this up...
It's soak SOME up, you peasant...I'm gonna go shower and wash this taste out of my mouth...
The alcohol and cigarettes? Or your moment of secret fangirling?
Shut up...
I kissed him and grabbed my robe, wrapped it around me, and headed off to the bathroom. I was so annoyed with Murder that when I saw her in the mirror, brushing her hair and primping, she barely had time to greet me...
Morning funshine!
Shut up...
You look like shit...
Well thanks you to I FEEL like shit too...Jayson told me what you did...
Good! I'm glad he came clean! He couldn't keep his hands off of me and I was like 'no! We can't do this to Opheliahahahahahahahaha' oh God I couldn't even get through it with a straight face! Can you imagine though?
Imagine what? Someone that I'm stuck with trying to skeeve on my man while I'm asleep? Not to mention drinking and smoking polluting my body-
I'm gonna stop you right there, Tex...don't pull this 'holier than thou' bullshit with me...are you mad that I was drinking or are you mad that you missed out?
I'm not mad about the drinking...I'm pissed that you would betray me like that...
Betray you?! By doing something you're too scared to do? By trying to make him FEEL like a man? Instead of your little errand boy that does your dirty work for you?
No! I'm talking about the fact that without me...there is no YOU...all I have to do is start taking my meds again and you'll-
Don't you threaten me you fuckin pleb...without me you woulda shot that junk up that Sanchez had displayed so nicely and be buried 6 ft under in a REAL casket while Jayson gave Tilly to her mother thats no better than you are to go have pity sex with the ringside trash just aching to make the Pain go away...
I'm just saying-
And I'M just saying, Ophelia fucking Pain...don't confuse loyalty with owing a debt. A dog will maul the man that raised her from a pup if she's hungry enough...and thats what you don't seem to realize...
What don't I realize, Murder?
Loyalty doesn't mean shit when you have nothing to offer. Talent? Kindness? None of it means ANYTHING if there isn't something they can take from you. You will be walked over and stepped on and as long as they say the right combo of pretty words, your dumbass will be begging for bigger boots.
You want to believe that there is fairness and justice in this world...you want to believe that just because YOU genuinely care about someone, in reality or in this business, that they also care about you and thats not the fucking case. These fuckers will smile in your face while they sharpen the blade meant for your back! They will never stop making empty promises or trying to convince you that YOU'RE crazy because you want the same respect that they can all barely give to each other!
Everyone wants titles...responsibility...notoriety...a fuckin pat on the back, but are they the same people willing to give it? And if they're not, why does their opinion fucking matter? You have stood by and stuck around to lift up the same people hell bent on keeping you down! You praised people for years while they went out of their way trashing you to everyone they could!! You have been honest and real and worn your heart on your sleeve and for what? For pretty words? For attention? For someone to tell you that your loyalty is worth pissing a few people off?! If thats what you're waiting for then you're gonna be waiting for a while...
The loyalty that I'm talking about is about people that I work with. It's about people that I allow a glimpse into my personal life! I didn't have to tell the doctor that I didn't want my meds anymore...I didn't have to hide you from Jayson...I didn't have to try to hide Jayson from you...you're here for one reason Murder...and thats to get me the fucking XKoRe title...
And what then? They're merging the titles...are you REALLY ready to have to step in the ring and face Tommy Kain?
I took a steadying breath and looked my smug stupid face in the eye...
Yes...thats what all of this is about...thats what all of this is for. When I'm OPW Pureblood Champion, I won't have the distraction of seeing his face every where I look in the fucking arena...he can just fade into the mists of mediocrity from whence he came...
You're forgetting something kind of important...
Like what?
Scooty Adams...
Oh yeah...lil scooty...dudes been champion for longer than he should be. Crawling from the bowels of mediocrity to join the boys club of OPW...
Can't really call it a boy's club with 2 of the main title holders being female, Ophelia...
Well...it'll be 3 come Injustice 4 All...because the XKoRe championship is fucking mine...I'm over being underestimated because of my vagina. I built myself back up from the fucking ground...I put blood, sweatr, and fucking tears into earning my way in this fucking company...I busted my ass to get BACK to where I am...
I like your fire, Pheelz....but I still don't really believe that you want it...
Before I could respond there was a knock on the bathroom door. I looked at the clock and realized I had been talking to myself for the better part of an hour...
'Yourself'? Yeah....thats who you can go fuck...
Pheely? You okay?
Yeah Til! Just gonna take a shower real quick!
Still?! Jeeze! I've already had 2 bowls of Lucky Charms and a cup of coffee!
What?! Coffee?
Yeah! Major let me have some coffee!
JAYSON!
It was half a cup and more creamer than coffee!
Fuck sake is it community shower time?! Don't we get any privacy?
You wanna talk about privacy?
Huh?
Nothing Til! Just.....just go back downstairs and watch YouTube until I come down okay?
Okay...hurry up! I'm bored!
I heard her heavy footsteps down the stairs and took a deep breath, turning back towards my own reflections that was now filing her nails, looking incredibly annoyed...
What?
Oh nothing...just not sure how you plan on accomplishing anything while you've got that crotch-
Stop it...
I'm just saying-
And I'M saying, Murder...Tilly has been with me through the last...well everything...everything good, bad, or indifferent, Matilda and Jayson have been behind me cheering me on...
What about when Jayson is standing across the ring from you? Think he'll be cheering for you then?
Possibly...in the back of his mind...I'm not going to kid myself into thinking that he doesn't want this title too. And I'm not going to kid myself into thinking that he would take a dive into a casket for me. Despite what rumors are circulating around the arena and fan sites are saying. Jayson is my friend...he's my lover-
Not yet technically...
He's as good as...anyway-
Not really...considering I've gotten further with him than you have...
Regardless of semantics!! Jayson and I have a relationship that exists outside the ring...there...is that technically accurate enough for you?!
I suppose...
ANYWAY...Jayson is going to come at me with everything he's got. He's going to fight as hard as he can and whether it's him or I that slam the casket shut on Ol' Scooty, there is going to be a new XKoRe champion at Injustice 4 All...and if I have it my way...it'll be me.
IF?
I'm walking out of Injustice 4 All as a champion, Murder...then the real work begins.
The kicking ass or the chewing bubble gum?
Well I'm all out of gum...so I guess it's time for some ass kicking huh?