Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2020 23:56:27 GMT -5
TYLER KNOWLES
...presents, in perfect succession...
...presents, in perfect succession...
“SIGNING OUT”
“I WANT to get off this couch right now and go home.”
“No can do, buddy boy!”, the therapist blurted with confidence and an ‘eat shit’ smirk, as he was CLEARLY in charge here, unfortunately for me.
“With all due respect, dude. There’s no reason for me, of all people, to be here for therapy.”
“I can already tell you harbor a lot of anger. You harbor tension."
"You've picked up on that in the twenty seconds I've been sitting here, Doc?"
"Your.. body language says it all."
Well.. if this guy's been paying attention to my body, either he's a man whore, or.. hell.. maybe he just has good taste. I looked in my rear view mirror before stepping out of the car, and have studied myself in both the waiting room and restroom mirrors since stepping foot inside of this office building. I was looking DAMN GOOD. So.. why not have a little fun with this? Y'know. For the sake of myself and my fellow Syndicate stablemates.
"Oh? What else does my body tell you?"
He turns red and puts his head down.
"Well. Let's address something else for a moment. A few people have told me they think you might have some sort of.. Multiple personality disorder.”
“I thought things said during these therapy sessions were purely confidential. Why would you tell me that?”
“Ah, who cares at this point? You’re all in competition against one another. Why not stir the pot a little bit?”
“I like your style. I stan a messy king.”
“And I stan a really sexy guy..”
Damn. Getting us signed off on this whole therapy thing was going to be easier than I thought.
“That’s really sweet, dude. So.. multiple personalities, huh? Ya dooooon't say!"
I tug at the collar of my polo shirt, starting to break a light sweat.
“What can I say, doc? I’m just everchanging. I love trying new things. What about you?”, I asked with a wink.
“Y’know. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were hitting on me.”
“Cut the crap, dude. I see the way you’ve been fucking me with your eyes since the moment I sat on this couch! You want to break professionalism SO BAD. You want to get up, lock the door to your office and have your way with me.”
“Whoa! Let’s calm down! I’m just here to help you out. I mentioned to your friend Blair just a few moments ago that I’d take her up on her offer to sign you guys off if I saw reason to with the next patient. And well, I instantly feel a connection here.”
“Come on then…… babe.”
I swallowed a heavy mouth of my own saliva. What had I gotten myself into?! I was willing to be dicked down by my boss’s therapist just so a group of people I didn’t even know could be signed off on their therapy.
I asked myself, ‘What would Tyler do? What would make Tyler proud? What would make the Tyler brand look strong?” I know for a fact that Tyler would fuck this guy! I know he would manipulate him in this moment to get what he wanted.
What he really wanted was to not take part in any of this nonsense. That’s why he sent me here instead. To Tyler, this was just a side job in comparison to what HE actually had going on at the current moment. He finally had the chance to get what HE wanted - retribution. Revenge.
My boss, the ONE AND ONLY T.K. of importance, was screwed royally last week out of his Championship reign as the OPW Youngblood Champion. His rival Roger Wright decided to royally screw him over and count his shoulders down as that curtain jerker Parody stole a victory - in the same fashion that Tommy Kain once did. Tyler Knowles only lost matches when there was foul play involved. Because my boss is the BIGGEST NAME this company had. My apologies to Blair, whom I had met just an hour prior to this. She seems like a sweet girl. But she’s not my man.
I get butterflies everytime I think about Tyler. His beauty is unreal. His brand, a movement that I’m now a huge part of - is effortlessly dominating. And together, we’re going to do HUGE things here. Yeah, I get that you figure I’m just another number. Another statistic. Another naive man who just wants his 15 minutes of fame ; his rightful come uppings so he can go home at night and feel accomplished for SOMETHING. However, I believed in this movement so much that I was willing to risk my life, and in this case, ….my virginity. Yeah, you heard that right. Just so my boss can do what is truly important.
My boss was probably scoping out Roger Wright’s farm at this very moment, as it was picked to be the venue for this week’s Monday Night Showcase. He was probably brainstorming ideas, strategizing how to get back at his rival, and figuring out a way to humiliate Roger Wright the same way he did to him just a week ago.
The Youngblood Championship may not be around my boss’s waist anymore, but in my personal opinion? Tyler is above all that. In my heart, Tyler deserved to hold the Immortal Championship. And in my heart, I truly wanted to see that. I wanted to see Tyler do whatever it took to show that Roger Wright is just as overrated as he preached.
Roger Wright and Anicka Swan, move over. It’s time to make room for the new power couple. Tyler Knowles and his Legion. Yeah, Ty may have a lot of lovers. Way more of them than fans these days. But his lovers. Are his followers. Are his cult. Are his PROPERTY. And I NEVER thought I’d take such pride in admitting that I was someone’s PROPERTY.
Until THE KING came along.
Now.. if you’ll excuse me. The doc just locked his office door. I’ve gotta run along and get a few guys off the hook!