Im to good for yea #2

[Can you smell that? The distinct odor of fear can fill your nostrils, and leave it's thick taste in your mouth. It's like having a bad dream and not being able to wake up. You can feel yourself tip toeing along the edge, hoping that gust of wind won't pick up, delivering you to whichever heaven you believe in.]

[Recognize this feeling. Believe your senses, you are awake. This isn't something to snap out of. It's the real thing. The horror, the shock. Take it all in. Experience every ounce of what you feel. Watch as your body shuts down, slowly closing off every ounce of humanity you once grew to love or hate. One small decision left you in this stalemate. You can sit and decide if this was all worth it. You can focus on your life passing before you, every memory turning in to a swift image slowly playing in front of your eyes. But when it comes down to it, you look for someone to blame. Not yourself; oh no. Always something, or someone else. You'd never be this foolish. You'd never fall to this level. But you did. You took it in, and accepted it as your own. These are your consequences. These are the decisions of a higher power. As little as you think about it, you are worthless to them. A simple pawn in a larger game of chess. You're dead to them, and it seems too fitting to be possible.]

[That one taste lured you in, made you feel home. You felt the comfort and closeness, hoping to fill that ultimate void. You certainly did, didn't you?]

[Your heart races, the sweat pouring from your skull, drenching your face, and palms. Almost as if you're sitting within the intenseness of some action movie. You didn't fear the consequences before, yet with a creeping suspicion, you can feel them fall upon you. Your heart beats faster, your mind races. Trying to think of anything to save you. There is no salvation, or a savior. This is the last stop. The grand finale.]

[Beautiful and destructive at the same time.]

For I am the drug which finally kills you. I am your overdose.

[This was the American dream. A table full of cocaine, and numerous stacks of hundreds lying around. This wasn't happiness nor despair. We had no bliss or regrets. For every time you had been told that drugs weren't okay; that they'd bring you down; we sold another ounce. Another kilo. We were enemy number one. While you believed their critiques, and took their word to be the truth, we embarked on our own travels. We made our own decisions, following the guidelines we had depicted as right. We weren't the enemy, but the prime example of our righteous freedom. For that, we'd be punished. We weren't like anyone else. We had our dreams and desires, and we took the direct route to them. Simply put, we did what we had to.]

[I stepped in to the office, the scene before me a bit of a shock. Mr. Jackson and his bitch shackled to the chairs.]

::I'm sure you know who I am by now? Wait, of course you do. Mr. Jackson and Ms. Deviant, oh how long I've awaited our introductions. I pictured it a bit differently, but none-the-less, we now have been introduced.::

[I approached the two, almost like a Lion stalking a zebra at a drinking hole. I was the predator, awaiting it's prey. I had to admit though, the two either had courage or rocks for brains, for they never whined for their lives to be spared.]

[I stood before the red-headed cunt, taking the gun from within the waistband of my slacks, and rubbed it up the interior of her thigh, as I leaned in closer to her.]

::Do I look stupid to you ma'am?::

[I continued to run the gun along the insides of her thigh, eventually hiking up her skirt with the end of the barrel. She had shaken her head in response to my question, I could smell the fear radiating from her. This time, moving my way behind her, I got close to her ear and whispered.]

::You must think so. Why on Earth would you ever come to Columbia?::

[I whispered calmly as I dug in to her coat pocket. I knew what I was looking for, and managed to find it after searching through a couple more pockets. I saw Jackson's eyes widen beside me, as he threatened me to take my hands away from his dime,.]

[With a laugh, I back handed the gun across the side of that cock suckers jaw.]

::Don't exhort yourself Brad, then I might have to kill her.::

[I smiled, turning back to Aurora. It was funny how two snakes could have found their way in to my domain. The evidence I had in my hand had now proved that they wore scales for skin. They were the grimiest of all of humanity.]

[That's what makes me laugh about society. They consider guys like myself to be the bad ones, the rule breakers. In reality, their are two types of people who are far worse. The ignorant ones, and the rats. Sitting before me was both. God I hated rats.]

[At this point, I had built up the moment long enough. This was the height of our conversation. The beginning had come and gone, bringing us to the untimely end. I held up Aurora's DEA badge, laughing uncontrollable as I stared in to the eyes of both individuals before me.]

::Now, what should I think? Should I think about myself now, and await those hundreds of American soldiers to come and get me? Should I look forward to a death like Pablo Escobar did? No, no, who am I kidding. There is no rescue party coming for you two, NOBODY, likes a snake.::

[I said as I paced back and forth in front of them. I stopped, looked at the two again, and cocked the gun in my hand.]

::Open your fucking mouth Jackson, I want your bitch to see this.::

[He tried to fight it, before I ended up swatting the shit out of him, opening the cut above his eye even more. Blood poured from his wound, and I had to laugh as I saw it. I hadn't the slightest clue that blood could come from a stone.]

::I'm tired of this game. You two picked the wrong day to FUCK with ME! For that, you pay the ultimate life. You wanna be a rat, then you will be treated like one. This is my dream! My creation! The fuck if you think you could ever take that away from me!::

[I could feel my face turning beat red with anger and hostility toward these two cowards. Therefore I adjusted my shirt, and nodded to one of the men standing behind the two DEA agents.]

[I grabbed my cup of coffee, sipping it as I left the room, and headed towards the bar downstairs. Before I could reach the first step to the stairwell, I heard a shrill cry for forgiveness, and two shots fired off. Smiling, I shook my head side to side, and took a sip of my coffee.]

::Heh, ignorance is bliss, eh?::

[I muttered, still smiling.]

::Oh baby. I didn't think this would ever get so GOOD. Never would I have thought this Fourtune cat, who haven't shown anything that hasn't been seen before, could be so fucking stupid. You'd think this son of a bitch was some sort of private stock of talent. Like he was bred to do this better than everyone else. Breed to rock MY NAME! JOHNNY! Eh, fuck it, maybe I just don't see it!::

::Fact is, you aren't special. You're not as good as your minds tell you, Fourtune You're at the bottom of the food chain. You wanna base you're worth to this company by trying to knock my first name? You want to come at me, and try to take something I build up, Your trying to take my LEGACY, and compare yourself to me?::

::Your more fucked then I thought you were!::

::Come out on camera with your false clames…I rode your coattails? Fuck you…I owe you something? I think it’s the other way around! I need this match to help my career? Im the number one contender while your fighting to stay off the Jobber side of this company! Get your facts right son!::

::I bet you enjoy having KYLIE in…I mean behind yea!::

::Fucking fruitcake!::

:: Look at you, Striking up every line possible that's been used to it's extent. He can feel himself, getting prepped to lose his first name, as he is reaching the brink of extinction, and it frightens the shit out of him, Hell cant blame him, his name will no longer be mistaken for greatness! “Insert first name here“ doesn’t know shit about me. He assume what he wants, and it leaves him satisfied with himself. Will that and the company of Kylie…::

::You can dress up a piece of shit in the finest of any garment, yet it's still a piece of shit.::

::You assume you know about me, acting like you can read in to me or even my situation. You can throw out any sort of reasoning you have now, because it'll be useless come go time.::

::You should worry about your Jobber status that will follow after you lose you first name. I enjoyed watching him slap the shit outta you. There was so much hype when you came in, so much small talk about “Insert first name here“ Fourtune. And yea done nothing but been a big flop!::

::I seen it a million times, Your just another big disappointment!::

::But this is my favorite part. The audacity of this chump, to even whisper shit behind my back. I've got ears all around, people who'd look out for me. I've heard so many comments come from his camp, it's got my head spinning. Hell it made this here match::

::See, you two need to realize the pull and respect I have around here. You can insult me all you like. Fuck, knock yourself out, if it lets you think you're any better than me, than best of luck. But understand that you are the Devil's advocate among this joint. Sucking the fun out of this entire scene, turning it in to a jumble of nerves with all this rambling bullshit…::

::Heh, been there done that!::

::But what makes me smile at the end of the day, is that no one is looking for you to win. As much as I could care less, it can still raise a laugh out of me. Here's to your very own ego.::

::And to think, This is the guy who is supposed to take down the LEGENDARY Johnny Stylez, and run away with the name Jhonny? Give me a break. This cat is barely trending water, never mind beating me! If you think you can pry my first name from me, you have another thing coming. I don't need to ramble on about how you can't beat me, I doubt you‘ll even have a comeback to this promo. If you do, we'll take it from there. But hey, think of it this way, at least You’ll have your time in the spotlight, even if its just for one night! No doubts in my mind it will be wasted.::

::Even if you bring your best…::

::You're still bound to lose. There is no chance of you leaving with the Name JHONNY!::

::Maybe you're starting to understand who I am, and what I can do.::

::Bout time!::

::it’s the Same competition, the same result, consistently. Will you throw anything else at me, that'll at least seem like a hurdle? I've walked over everything put in front of me. I'm about to beat the rights to your first name right out of yea.::.

::I don't carry idle threats, or false promises. I wave the JOHNNY banner, the purest form of raw talent. Try and run this through your head. . I'm still here to establishing my status as a Hall Of Famer. I'm carrying amazing stats, and I'm just here to build them up. And to keep my first name!::

::Round up every member of your posse. Talk to your fellow CUNTs. Raise the bar a little more, and attempt a takeover like I've done. Much easier said than done, but I did it. I put the warning shots out, and answered.:::

::He actually thinks he can compete with me.::

::Heh, your delusional.::

::I accepted your match, because I wanted new opponents. I was tired of facing the old, outdated gothic assclowns. Instead I decided to get an easy victory. I mean come on, what have you done since I got here? Nothing. I won't even go through my accomplishments, that would take this entire rant. I've got confidence, ability, and my NAME!::
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::You can't win this one. You're on a losing streak Fourtune. I'm only going to further it for you. Right along with crushing the rest of the confidence you're attempting to rebuild. I'm sure you've watched my matches, seen what I can do. It's shit that you can't match. Shit you can't even dream of resembling.::

::I mean how many other promos are you mentioned in? Who is worried about you?::

::How many other guy's promos even give you a shadow of respect? None, because you're a nobody. You're a match filler, simply put.::

::I mean even as a curtain jerker, you aren't getting the job done. Wait, here's an idea. Why don’t you go out and compete for the 24/7 Hardcore title. It seems that that competition is more on your level. You know the rookies, and guys who couldn't cut it. I mean how many guys are riding my dick in their promos? They mention my name to get heard. They call me out just to get some main event air time. Is that what you're doing Frank? Using my name to try and get yourself over?::

::To bad Im takin my name back!::

::I watched your ass get pummeled by My girl Williams last week. I watched you lose two weeks ago to her. Now, we've built this thing up, until it can't be built any longer. This is the moment where Fourtune accepts his crushing defeat. Accepts the fact that he no longer the biggest thing to grace this federation!::

::This shit is over! Im already running away with this…::

::Nuff said!::

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