Post by Rivers on Apr 15, 2020 14:50:20 GMT -5
It must have looked like I haven't shaved for a week because let's face it I haven't. When you look on the news all you hear are reports of death from the news media. Very little coverage of recovery. In this new world you're suppose to practice "social distancing" "proper hygiene" and self isolation. I can hear the ticks on the clock each time that big arm swings around, and its driving me crazy. Now, I know you're going to ask yourself, just what in the hell does this have to do with reason you couldn't make it to the PPV? Why did Insurgence have to battle without its battle hardened soldier in the distance?
I don't know if you've looked around lately but the whole fucking world has shut down, and people are drawing unemployment to survive. In other areas its a complete fucking war zone, and its going to get a hell of a lot worse before it gets better. Do you know what I see when I look around me. Honestly?
The camera zooms back to reveal that Rivers is in his bathroom with a straight razor. He has just finished shaving, and is now cleaning out the sink because if one thing is going to save you in this world it is proper hygiene practice. After he finishes he turns and walks out into another room. It's small. Looks like the size of an studio apartment maybe. The over head light is one, and all we can see is exercise equipment. Mainly the push up bars, and some where in the distance we can see a pull up bar.
If you haven't quite figured out where I'm going with this; then lets head back to school with the blackboard! Because I have residency in Florida, I have no shame in telling you that Florida has lost its damn mind. But while it was making up its mind regarding essential business low and behold wrestling is now essential business. Way to fucking go Florida! Now I don't have to exercise to pass the fucking time. If you're looking for an excuse you won't find one. It's reality, and some times reality hits hard. Although, I do have a few words for Mr. Eddie Havok. You got a fluke win at Injustice, and I'll let you celebrate until the time is up where you get to read all of this. A metal pole, a lead pipe, even strangling you is no longer good enough for me. You know how most of those true crime stories you see on television start? The part where it talks about stalkers? Well Eddie, consider yours truly your neighborhood stalker. If you so much as take a shit, I want a report of whether you clogged the toilet or not. Humor aside, your hollow victory over me means nothing. I may have idle hands until the next time we cross paths but I want you to understand that I'm coming back to OPW, and you''ll never see me coming when I do. Enjoy the celebration while you can. I promise you that it will be fleeting. Now Eddie there is just one more thing I want you to understand. One victory doesn't make you superior, and upon our second meeting you have a death sentence awaiting you, and you will not escape!
As the camera once agaain zooms out we can see Rivers walk over to the chin up bar as the scene abruptly fades out.
I don't know if you've looked around lately but the whole fucking world has shut down, and people are drawing unemployment to survive. In other areas its a complete fucking war zone, and its going to get a hell of a lot worse before it gets better. Do you know what I see when I look around me. Honestly?
The camera zooms back to reveal that Rivers is in his bathroom with a straight razor. He has just finished shaving, and is now cleaning out the sink because if one thing is going to save you in this world it is proper hygiene practice. After he finishes he turns and walks out into another room. It's small. Looks like the size of an studio apartment maybe. The over head light is one, and all we can see is exercise equipment. Mainly the push up bars, and some where in the distance we can see a pull up bar.
If you haven't quite figured out where I'm going with this; then lets head back to school with the blackboard! Because I have residency in Florida, I have no shame in telling you that Florida has lost its damn mind. But while it was making up its mind regarding essential business low and behold wrestling is now essential business. Way to fucking go Florida! Now I don't have to exercise to pass the fucking time. If you're looking for an excuse you won't find one. It's reality, and some times reality hits hard. Although, I do have a few words for Mr. Eddie Havok. You got a fluke win at Injustice, and I'll let you celebrate until the time is up where you get to read all of this. A metal pole, a lead pipe, even strangling you is no longer good enough for me. You know how most of those true crime stories you see on television start? The part where it talks about stalkers? Well Eddie, consider yours truly your neighborhood stalker. If you so much as take a shit, I want a report of whether you clogged the toilet or not. Humor aside, your hollow victory over me means nothing. I may have idle hands until the next time we cross paths but I want you to understand that I'm coming back to OPW, and you''ll never see me coming when I do. Enjoy the celebration while you can. I promise you that it will be fleeting. Now Eddie there is just one more thing I want you to understand. One victory doesn't make you superior, and upon our second meeting you have a death sentence awaiting you, and you will not escape!
As the camera once agaain zooms out we can see Rivers walk over to the chin up bar as the scene abruptly fades out.