Post by Rivers on Jul 14, 2020 12:46:55 GMT -5
As I stand to get a shower, there is a door in front of me, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror I am wearing a tee-shirt that reads #BlackPussyMatters! and suddenly the driver of my private vehicle bursts through the door.
"Rivers, we've got to fucking go now! And take off that goddamn shirt!"
I oblige without a second thought, and the camera swings around to see it land covering the face of some broad sleeping. I quickly slip on my clothes as the driver rushes me the hell out of there, and into the back seat of the private car. I'll tell you what. This is the last goddamn time I share my sense of fun with another person. The driver hops in, and almost fumbles his damn car keys into the floorboard before finally starting the car. As we rush off in a hurry I finally get to see why we had to rush out of there instead of indulging ourselves into every woman imaginable.
"What the fuck!? Not only did you ruin the rest of my day, but you also made me leave a pretty rocking fucking shirt. Do you have some kind of problem with women?"
I sense a heighten sense of response within the driver like he is full of nerves but he doesn't want to respond with the details of what actually happened. But it doesn't take long for the torrid details to come forth about the events he experienced.
"Okay, so its like this. Last night everything was going fine, and then one of those bitches tried to rob me, and well now its a blood bath. That's why we had to leave..."
I'm focused intently, and now I'm intrigued. Just makes me wonder what it took for this guy to snap, and how far he actually went. Usually I do not like to be disturbed, but this was me we were talking about, and these types of crazy things seem to be a magnet for me. I press for more information.
"Now, this is very important, after you lost it what exactly did you do?"
He suddenly slams on the brakes as the car comes to a complete stop, and then that's when I hear something unexpected.
"I started screaming redrum around the room, and noticed the bitch taking my wallet when I wasn't suppose to be looking, and that's when I snapped. I slugged her hard, then pinned her up against the wall, and I screamed red rum while fucking the life out of her. I then threw her to floor while stomping her face through with my....."
The bullet entered through the back of the driver's head, and I stepped out of the car. I then pulled out my cell phone, and arranged for this scenario to have disappeared. I'm pissed as hell now. I'll have to pay extra for a cab, but its call good. I could deal with a little peace. I take one last look at the car, with the dead driver inside.
"Fucking prick!"
The cab arrives a few minutes later, and I get inside. The cab driver asks where I want to go, and I tell him to drive until I tell him to stop. He seems pleased with this. Understanding that he will likely get a big tip. The distance seems to fade pretty quickly. When we arrive to my the apartment, that's actually a false residence, a safe house, I pay the cabbie, and then get out, and back into a familiar area. I, now have my OPW Prestige Championship in a nice display case that's hanging upon the wall.
I pick up my cell phone and place a call into the office of Johnny Stylez, but the line is busy so I hang up refusing to leave a voice mail.
"Rivers, we've got to fucking go now! And take off that goddamn shirt!"
I oblige without a second thought, and the camera swings around to see it land covering the face of some broad sleeping. I quickly slip on my clothes as the driver rushes me the hell out of there, and into the back seat of the private car. I'll tell you what. This is the last goddamn time I share my sense of fun with another person. The driver hops in, and almost fumbles his damn car keys into the floorboard before finally starting the car. As we rush off in a hurry I finally get to see why we had to rush out of there instead of indulging ourselves into every woman imaginable.
"What the fuck!? Not only did you ruin the rest of my day, but you also made me leave a pretty rocking fucking shirt. Do you have some kind of problem with women?"
I sense a heighten sense of response within the driver like he is full of nerves but he doesn't want to respond with the details of what actually happened. But it doesn't take long for the torrid details to come forth about the events he experienced.
"Okay, so its like this. Last night everything was going fine, and then one of those bitches tried to rob me, and well now its a blood bath. That's why we had to leave..."
I'm focused intently, and now I'm intrigued. Just makes me wonder what it took for this guy to snap, and how far he actually went. Usually I do not like to be disturbed, but this was me we were talking about, and these types of crazy things seem to be a magnet for me. I press for more information.
"Now, this is very important, after you lost it what exactly did you do?"
He suddenly slams on the brakes as the car comes to a complete stop, and then that's when I hear something unexpected.
"I started screaming redrum around the room, and noticed the bitch taking my wallet when I wasn't suppose to be looking, and that's when I snapped. I slugged her hard, then pinned her up against the wall, and I screamed red rum while fucking the life out of her. I then threw her to floor while stomping her face through with my....."
The bullet entered through the back of the driver's head, and I stepped out of the car. I then pulled out my cell phone, and arranged for this scenario to have disappeared. I'm pissed as hell now. I'll have to pay extra for a cab, but its call good. I could deal with a little peace. I take one last look at the car, with the dead driver inside.
"Fucking prick!"
The cab arrives a few minutes later, and I get inside. The cab driver asks where I want to go, and I tell him to drive until I tell him to stop. He seems pleased with this. Understanding that he will likely get a big tip. The distance seems to fade pretty quickly. When we arrive to my the apartment, that's actually a false residence, a safe house, I pay the cabbie, and then get out, and back into a familiar area. I, now have my OPW Prestige Championship in a nice display case that's hanging upon the wall.
I pick up my cell phone and place a call into the office of Johnny Stylez, but the line is busy so I hang up refusing to leave a voice mail.