Post by kingquari on May 31, 2020 17:31:23 GMT -5
Fastlane
Human beings in a mob
What's a mob to a king?
What's a king to a God?
What's a God to a non-believer
Who doesn't believe in anything?
Having my baby mother around was just a bit of a nuisance. My approach to other women has to take a backseat while here and my son William are accompanying me on my trip around the world as my wrestling career begins to accelerate.
It was announced that I will be added to the OPW Southern Heavyweight Championship match at Highway 2 Hell. Which means I can, and I will kill two birds with one stone.
3 individuals will indulge in a bloody war, every move landed will mean something, the emotions will be running high, but I walk amongst you as the emotionless soul who shows no sympathy to my adversaries. Some say that’s my competitive drive, some day it’s simply because I’m an asshole who doesn’t give a fuck about anyone but myself. Which is partially true to an extinct.
First and foremost I care for my child more than anything in this world, and maybe it’s just me, but when women know you want to be a good dad and take care of what you brother into this world, they’ll use that same child as a pawn.
“What are you mad for?” I asked, confused as to why this female is going through my phone.
“Because you still didn’t say who she was.” Arianna relied, I shrugged.
“I told you, I don’t know the bitch she must have the wrong number. Why do you always do this? I go away for a few months and you lose your mind.”
She stayed silent, furiously searching through my phone for validation that was I being unfaithful.
I grinned.
“So you’re basically saying you don’t trust me?”
“You gave me every reason not too.”
“Jesus Christ, that was years ago.”
“And…?”
“And...I’m not that same person.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Look, you’re going to stress yourself out to find something that isn’t in there.”
She threw my phone on the bed and folded her arms.
“You didn’t even stick up for me in front of that bitch, you must want her.” She said referring to the incident a few nights ago involving Blair Buchannan.
“She’s—-only a co-worker okay? Look, I would never indulge in any type of relationship with my co-workers, and besides the love I have for you will always exceed the temptations of these no good broads.”
Most of what I had just said was complete and utter bullshit, deep down I know for a fact if given the chance I’d go balls deep in Blair, but strangely enough my attraction towards her is going from sexual to a great deal of respect of her craft, she’s a sneaky little thing she is, but she’s great at what she does, and doing my bit of research is starting to a sway me in another direction when it’s comes to the 2x OPW Southern Heavyweight Champion.
Arianna started to show that pretty little smile, which means more than likely I’ll be getting head before I send her ass on her way.
She leaned in and gave me a hug, and a kiss on my cheek.
“I think I’m just really beginning to miss you, not having you around and Will is a full-time job, it’s just difficult.”
“I know, I understand. Why do you think I’m grinding the way I do. I’m putting my hand into different avenues just in case this wrestling shit doesn’t work out.”
“Like what?”
“Okay hear me out.” I said.
“Private Investigation.”
“Why private investigation?” Arianna questions.
“I mean, for one there are plenty of women out their like you, who think their man is cheating or vice versa, because women are sluts too.”
“Don’t be disrespectful.” She shot back.
“I’m just being realistic, people cheat, it happens. Also I think it can enhance my wrestling career, ya know get the scoop on my opponents and destroy them from within.”
“Scoop like what?” Arianna questions, again.
“You’re very intrigued aren’t you, means this could be a hit.” I grinned. “But I don’t know, the juicy stuff not everyone knows about.”
“So you want to make things personal?”
“It’s already a personal babe, I take this shit very seriously. I spend hours perfecting my craft, as much as you’d like to think I’m out here giving dick to every bitch that’s walking, I’m not, I want to be the best the world has ever seen, cement my legacy next to the all time greats. I want it all, the championships, the credibility, the legacy.”
“I’m glad that you’re so motivated, I’m proud of how far you’ve come.”
“I had no choice but to become a man, starting putting things in motion, creating my own path, and you may never know, Will might take up wrestling too.”
Arianna gave me a straight face.
“My baby is not going to be out here rubbing bodies with sweaty men in underwear.”
“Watch your mouth, that doesn’t define your masculinity, I mean look at me.”
Arianna shook her head.
“It’s just a pitch, nothing major, not saying it will happen, just a thought.”
“So where do they have you going next?” Arianna questions.
“The schedule said Miami, but who the fuck knows with this riot shit going on. Hopefully none of those idiots decide to loot anything for mine or I’m going to be catching multiple bodies.”
“You can’t just go out here killing people, I thought you left that life alone.”
“You know the gangster will always remain in me baby, honestly that’s the edge I have over most of these fucks, they can’t match my gangster, they’re intimidated off rip.”
“And to think you couldn’t get more cocky.”
“Is it cockiness or confidence?” I replied, and added a shrug.
“Are you flying us out to Miami or is this goodbye for now?”
“Not sure, you know the money ain’t all there yet, but it’s picking up. Roger Wright added me to the OPW Southern Heavyweight Championship match in the coming weeks, he also gave me a bonus and a pay raise that doesn’t take effect until then, and babygirl those numbers were looking splendid.”
“Splendid?”
“Very splendid indeed.”
We both share a laugh and kiss.
“Okay fine, but you’ll call me every night until then?”
“Of course.”
I walk her too the day and smack her on the ass, and then my other phone goes off in my pocket, the backup phone.
“What was that?”
I couldn’t think of an excuse quick enough so I just shrugged.
“OH HELL NAH!”
Fuck…
::End::
You and you’re group of misfits is what brought me here to OPW. Everything always seems to come full circle don’t they Michael Maddox. You’re compadre Christian Rivers was on the receiving end of an assault at the hands of myself and Eddie Havok shows ago and you did nothing to honor a fallen soldier?
We are not the same Michael Maddox, when one of mine is taken out by the opposition I instantly retaliate. You however stood to the side, hopefully you were plotting, and hopefully you’re ready for our encounter.
I highly doubt you understand what kind of energy you’re going up against, something you had a part of creating, you and those who disrespect and mistreat thy name. Poke fun of the spelling, the unciation of thy name, but slowly but surely those same imbeciles are starting to pronounce my name with respect and proudly, which brings joy to my heart.
Battle lines are soon to be drawn, which side will you join Michael Maddox, will you submit to your King, or will you revolt in my emergence to the top.
It’s an easy choice if you were not a misfit, but I don’t trust your decision making, and neither should those buffoons who follow you as if you are a prophet.
I see a broken man, a man who is lost in a world they have no business being in. I see a man who didn’t choose this route, this route was placed before him without prior notice, and now you’re on a fast lane to depths of the worthless.
While I gave you the choice to join your King, and stand behind a true leader. I won’t give that same choice to your little sheep. They are contempt of being in the back row, instead of standing beside greatness they wish to stand behind failure which is you Michael Maddox.
Is this the way you want to be remembered by your peers? A man who runs from his problems, a man who wishes to escape reality and a failure as a leader? You’re an embarrassment to yourself, your family, and anyone who associates themselves with you.
You won’t embarrass me Michael Maddox, you’ll stand on your two feet, look your King in the eye, and face adversity right in the face just how your creator created you.
This man I see is a man that was morphed, but I’ll open your eyes, I will awaken you too the truth very soon Michael Maddox.
Human beings in a mob
What's a mob to a king?
What's a king to a God?
What's a God to a non-believer
Who doesn't believe in anything?
Having my baby mother around was just a bit of a nuisance. My approach to other women has to take a backseat while here and my son William are accompanying me on my trip around the world as my wrestling career begins to accelerate.
It was announced that I will be added to the OPW Southern Heavyweight Championship match at Highway 2 Hell. Which means I can, and I will kill two birds with one stone.
3 individuals will indulge in a bloody war, every move landed will mean something, the emotions will be running high, but I walk amongst you as the emotionless soul who shows no sympathy to my adversaries. Some say that’s my competitive drive, some day it’s simply because I’m an asshole who doesn’t give a fuck about anyone but myself. Which is partially true to an extinct.
First and foremost I care for my child more than anything in this world, and maybe it’s just me, but when women know you want to be a good dad and take care of what you brother into this world, they’ll use that same child as a pawn.
“What are you mad for?” I asked, confused as to why this female is going through my phone.
“Because you still didn’t say who she was.” Arianna relied, I shrugged.
“I told you, I don’t know the bitch she must have the wrong number. Why do you always do this? I go away for a few months and you lose your mind.”
She stayed silent, furiously searching through my phone for validation that was I being unfaithful.
I grinned.
“So you’re basically saying you don’t trust me?”
“You gave me every reason not too.”
“Jesus Christ, that was years ago.”
“And…?”
“And...I’m not that same person.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Look, you’re going to stress yourself out to find something that isn’t in there.”
She threw my phone on the bed and folded her arms.
“You didn’t even stick up for me in front of that bitch, you must want her.” She said referring to the incident a few nights ago involving Blair Buchannan.
“She’s—-only a co-worker okay? Look, I would never indulge in any type of relationship with my co-workers, and besides the love I have for you will always exceed the temptations of these no good broads.”
Most of what I had just said was complete and utter bullshit, deep down I know for a fact if given the chance I’d go balls deep in Blair, but strangely enough my attraction towards her is going from sexual to a great deal of respect of her craft, she’s a sneaky little thing she is, but she’s great at what she does, and doing my bit of research is starting to a sway me in another direction when it’s comes to the 2x OPW Southern Heavyweight Champion.
Arianna started to show that pretty little smile, which means more than likely I’ll be getting head before I send her ass on her way.
She leaned in and gave me a hug, and a kiss on my cheek.
“I think I’m just really beginning to miss you, not having you around and Will is a full-time job, it’s just difficult.”
“I know, I understand. Why do you think I’m grinding the way I do. I’m putting my hand into different avenues just in case this wrestling shit doesn’t work out.”
“Like what?”
“Okay hear me out.” I said.
“Private Investigation.”
“Why private investigation?” Arianna questions.
“I mean, for one there are plenty of women out their like you, who think their man is cheating or vice versa, because women are sluts too.”
“Don’t be disrespectful.” She shot back.
“I’m just being realistic, people cheat, it happens. Also I think it can enhance my wrestling career, ya know get the scoop on my opponents and destroy them from within.”
“Scoop like what?” Arianna questions, again.
“You’re very intrigued aren’t you, means this could be a hit.” I grinned. “But I don’t know, the juicy stuff not everyone knows about.”
“So you want to make things personal?”
“It’s already a personal babe, I take this shit very seriously. I spend hours perfecting my craft, as much as you’d like to think I’m out here giving dick to every bitch that’s walking, I’m not, I want to be the best the world has ever seen, cement my legacy next to the all time greats. I want it all, the championships, the credibility, the legacy.”
“I’m glad that you’re so motivated, I’m proud of how far you’ve come.”
“I had no choice but to become a man, starting putting things in motion, creating my own path, and you may never know, Will might take up wrestling too.”
Arianna gave me a straight face.
“My baby is not going to be out here rubbing bodies with sweaty men in underwear.”
“Watch your mouth, that doesn’t define your masculinity, I mean look at me.”
Arianna shook her head.
“It’s just a pitch, nothing major, not saying it will happen, just a thought.”
“So where do they have you going next?” Arianna questions.
“The schedule said Miami, but who the fuck knows with this riot shit going on. Hopefully none of those idiots decide to loot anything for mine or I’m going to be catching multiple bodies.”
“You can’t just go out here killing people, I thought you left that life alone.”
“You know the gangster will always remain in me baby, honestly that’s the edge I have over most of these fucks, they can’t match my gangster, they’re intimidated off rip.”
“And to think you couldn’t get more cocky.”
“Is it cockiness or confidence?” I replied, and added a shrug.
“Are you flying us out to Miami or is this goodbye for now?”
“Not sure, you know the money ain’t all there yet, but it’s picking up. Roger Wright added me to the OPW Southern Heavyweight Championship match in the coming weeks, he also gave me a bonus and a pay raise that doesn’t take effect until then, and babygirl those numbers were looking splendid.”
“Splendid?”
“Very splendid indeed.”
We both share a laugh and kiss.
“Okay fine, but you’ll call me every night until then?”
“Of course.”
I walk her too the day and smack her on the ass, and then my other phone goes off in my pocket, the backup phone.
“What was that?”
I couldn’t think of an excuse quick enough so I just shrugged.
“OH HELL NAH!”
Fuck…
::End::
You and you’re group of misfits is what brought me here to OPW. Everything always seems to come full circle don’t they Michael Maddox. You’re compadre Christian Rivers was on the receiving end of an assault at the hands of myself and Eddie Havok shows ago and you did nothing to honor a fallen soldier?
We are not the same Michael Maddox, when one of mine is taken out by the opposition I instantly retaliate. You however stood to the side, hopefully you were plotting, and hopefully you’re ready for our encounter.
I highly doubt you understand what kind of energy you’re going up against, something you had a part of creating, you and those who disrespect and mistreat thy name. Poke fun of the spelling, the unciation of thy name, but slowly but surely those same imbeciles are starting to pronounce my name with respect and proudly, which brings joy to my heart.
Battle lines are soon to be drawn, which side will you join Michael Maddox, will you submit to your King, or will you revolt in my emergence to the top.
It’s an easy choice if you were not a misfit, but I don’t trust your decision making, and neither should those buffoons who follow you as if you are a prophet.
I see a broken man, a man who is lost in a world they have no business being in. I see a man who didn’t choose this route, this route was placed before him without prior notice, and now you’re on a fast lane to depths of the worthless.
While I gave you the choice to join your King, and stand behind a true leader. I won’t give that same choice to your little sheep. They are contempt of being in the back row, instead of standing beside greatness they wish to stand behind failure which is you Michael Maddox.
Is this the way you want to be remembered by your peers? A man who runs from his problems, a man who wishes to escape reality and a failure as a leader? You’re an embarrassment to yourself, your family, and anyone who associates themselves with you.
You won’t embarrass me Michael Maddox, you’ll stand on your two feet, look your King in the eye, and face adversity right in the face just how your creator created you.
This man I see is a man that was morphed, but I’ll open your eyes, I will awaken you too the truth very soon Michael Maddox.