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Oh... now I remember...; This is more fun than you know.
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Topic Started: May 6 2010, 06:48 AM (267 Views)
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Rollz
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May 6 2010, 06:48 AM
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Onyx then collides his forearm with KC's back but KC fights him off only for Dex to attack him from behind with the good book connecting it across the back of his head. KC goes down as Dex and Onyx stomp on him. Dex yells for Rollz to join in who makes his way over slowly and shrugs. He then sends his shoe into the face of KC Crawford who was being held up by Dex and Onyx. KC has been laid out cold.
Good times…
And that disembodied voice transitions us from footage of two weeks ago… to our present moment in time. Rollz is seated on a stool in front of his locker…
So I lied... are you surprised? Is that so out of character for me?
Well, let's be clear about it... full disclosure.
It wasn't really a lie... more of a half truth. A strategic omission.
Rollz reaches behind his dreads, and produces a neatly twisted joint…
But if I wasn't consciously aware... is it really an omission? Would the needles on the polygraph move if I only held that knowledge in the far reaches of my subconscious?
Fiddling with his zippo, he looks off screen… pondering… flicking the flint… inhaling… clouding our vision with a plume of cannibus smoke…
I'm not going to talk in riddles... that's someone else's gimmick. Here's the bottom line kids. I did come back because I wanted to solidify my legacy. I wanted to remind you all that after all the bullshit was stripped away, I was, am, and will forever be the greatest wrestler in the history of this industry.
I came back to remove all doubt.
I came back to win belts.
To dominate.
Another drag… and a sly smile. Pointing towards the camera…
But Casey... I need to thank you. I need to extend my gratitude, my sincere thanks... because you reminded me of just why I fell in love with this job. Because when my foot met your face... it all came rushing back to me, in a glorious, mind altering, endorphin filled rush that can only be described as...
Orgasmic...
Inhale… and speaking as he exhales… looking downward.. dreadlocks tumbling over his face…
Now, I do need to stop here, and let you know something Casey. I kind of like you bro. You're one of my tribe. You're a minority in this business... a no nonsense ass kicker who rampages through his competition... you don't play games, you don't fuck with these creative writing cunts in the back who encourage us to... how do they put it... “sell” ourselves... make ourselves more marketable. I can respect that.
And I love the JYD chain around your neck. Very retro.
Another drag…
All that being said... I'm telling you this out of respect. I'm allowing you the professional courtesy of letting you know that what I did... it wasn't personal. It had nothing to do with my feelings towards you as a person.
It wasn't business either. But rest assured it wasn't personal.
It definitely wasn't because I joined the fuckin Nation... that's for damn sure. People like me... we don't take kindly to religion.
People like me...
Rollz blows some ashes on the ground, and pulls the locks out of his face as he looks into the camera… and with a deep breath…
People like me…
We don't believe in much outside of ourselves. Faith isn't a luxury I was afforded when I was young. There was no God... there was no benevolent force that bestowed fulfilled promises upon me...
No... there is no God.
This… this God's Son thing... it's just a gimmick.
Just a Gimmick... sounded cool... picked it up on the street... stuck. You know how it is...
Shrug…
But I do know what that scene looked like. That new world order style stomping... and I'm sure to the naked eye, and to your swollen eyes... as you watch it back from your hospital bed… I can see how you may have construed… how it may have seemed like I joined Dex's lil cult.
Fuck that Watchtower shit. That ain't me, that ain't my bag. But I do love my boy... Dex and I have been through thick and thin. I owe him a lot, and I know if I needed him... he'd be there. Work or no work, street shit, thug shit, business shit, whatever. We're down for life.
That's real talk....
I don't agree with his newfound... aura... persona...
Gimmick...
But who the fuck am I to stop him from getting his attention. It is what it is.
So that brings us to the question you must be asking yourself...
Rollz leans forward… and allows the joint to hang from his lips… and he starts talking with his hands…
Why did I kick you in the face? Why did I join in on the beatdown?
Pause… a drag… a contemplative look…
I've read all the theories on the net, and in the dirt sheets... and I wish any of those simple explainations could be true. I wish it were as simple as me trying to soften you up for our match, or me doing it out of loyalty to Dex, or finding God and joining a cult... or if I were just a bully, or if I just felt like kicking you in the fucking face, because hate gap toothed niggas who talk with a fuckin hick bullshit country boy accent. And you remind me of one of those motherfuckers.
Easy… easy… reeling it in…
But it's not that simple...
Casey... I'm gonna tell you a lil secret bro...
Whispering…
I just like to hurt people. A lot.
Another drag… and another. We’re halfway done with this joint… it’s just getting to the point where it’s hitting hard, and Rollz pauses to enjoy it. One more… exhale… through the nose… nice…
And I don't mean like... Cobra Commander likes to hurt people. You know, just for his fucking amusement. Just because he can… Nah, I don't laugh, or giggle... and I'm not fascinated by the blood, and I'm not interested in how much damage I can do... It doesn't bring me any pride or satisfaction... it's not about ego or dominance in the Alpha Male sense... you know? It doesn't make me feel like a big man...
Blowing ashes… another hit…
You wanna know what it is?
C'mere... lemme tell you a secret...
Shifty look… whispering again…
It makes my dick hard.
A snicker…
Yeah... it's like... foreplay.
Every time I hurt someone... every time a wrap a chair around someone's head, every punch, suplex, powerbomb... the vein on the side of my dick gets engorged... my cock starts to throb. My conscious thoughts dissipate into a bloodrush... and the pain goes away.
The pain... goes away.
Euphoria.
It's like the first time that needle pierces your flesh... and... and... and it slides into your vein... and that warm fuzzy burning pulsates up your arm... and then...
head tilted back… long deep exhale…
mmmmmmmm hmmmmmmm
It's the sound Vedder makes during a live performance of “Black”.
It's the orgasmic, lustful, lecherous, longing... painful, yet unbearably amazing.
I love that feeling. Every time I hurt someone, every time I inflict pain... after every fight, every match... I can't wait to find a piece of pussy to finish me off.
One last hit… the finale… it’s two hits really… halfway through the exhale… comes another inhale… and another… and as he looks back at the camera… the glaze has set in…
They call people like me sadistic. A Sadist. I don't know about all of that... but I will tell you one thing. My path to immortality starts with you Casey… It starts with me systematically dismantling you. I will be at the top of this industry again... sooner rather than later. And I'm gonna enjoy my rise to the top.
I'm sorry Casey. I really do like you. But I love my motherfuckin job…
Rollz holds the roach up, and stares at the cherry…
Now who said they fuckin wit me? They just said that fuckin wit me... they didn't mean it.
Roach stomped… and we fade to black…
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