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NEVER ENOUGH!!!
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Topic Started: Dec 2 2011, 04:11 AM (183 Views)
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GregG
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Dec 2 2011, 04:11 AM
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Gregory had been driving non-stop to Montreal since he had ditched Isabel in the middle of the city of Syracuse hours before. The caffiene pills were already cranking him, but he took more, guzzling them down with a Jolt Cola. He shakes his head violently after taking the pills, awaiting another shock to his system. It had come down to things as trivial as driving for him to get his rocks off. He was tired, having not slept in 18 hours prior to taking off abruptly from his psychiatrist appointment and subsequent interview. He could've slept, but what was the fun in that? Road trips were supposed to be EXCITING!!! Once on a road trip from Maine to western New York, he saw three dead bodies on the side of the road, all in different places. One of them was a crash and burn of a motorcycle doing a wheelie right into a Ford F-250 dual-wheeled diesel. Talk about some crazy shit. I mean the dude hit the truck, and splattered. He had on no leather and no helmet. Talk about natural selection.
The only thing that this trip lacked was a creepy hitchiker and the State Police chasing him, and he would be the happiest guy on the planet. That's how much of an action junkie "The Glorious 1" is. How he missed the days when he was tracking enemy soldiers, drug dealers, and other scum he was paid to track. Oh, it was the thrill of the hunt! Kill or be killed! "The Trooper" by Iron Maiden playing on his radio on a loop for what was close to three hours, as he relived all of his old battles while barrelling down the road at 90 miles an hour cranked up on caffiene pills and soda. If it wasn't for that damn drug policy, maybe a little cocaine would've been a solid choice. Fuck, why not? He wasn't going to get piss tested for another couple of days. Maybe he'll try to hook it up when he got to Montreal...
It was at about this point that he had come up to the Canadian border. The music was still blaring, as he rolled down the window and a gust of snow blew into the truck. Gregory hardly notices as he hands over his passport and licence. The checkpoint guard looks at the picture, then looks at him, flashing a light into his face. Gregg's eyes are all bloodshot, and the look on his face was something out of Nicolas Cage's arsenal during his work on Leaving Las Vegas. The guard then says...
Guard: Hey, can you turn down the radioo?
Gregory: WHAT!?!?!?!?
Guard: I said turn down the radioo!!!
Gregory: ISN'T IRON MAIDEN AWESOME?
The guard shakes his head, as he reaches into the vehicle to turn it off. Gregory grabs him and says...
Gregory: Whoa, hold on there, high-speed. What are you doing reaching into my truck?
Guard: I NEED YOU TO TURN DOWN THE RADIOO!!!
Gregory: Oh...
Gregory turns down his radio, as he lets go of the officer. The officer then says...
Guard: What is yur business in Canada, guy?
Gregory: Wrestling in Montreal...
Guard: Not tonight, I hoop...
Gregory: You hoop? What does this have to do with me wrestling? I don't play basketball...
Guard: Ha ha, very funny. I know how you Yanks like to make fun of the Canadian accent. You got me, eh...
Gregory: Oh this is too much! I thought that whole "eh" thing was a joke until now...
Guard: Laugh it up, guy... But I do have one concern. Have you been drinking?
Gregory: If you count Jolt Cola as drinking, then I've been doing it ALL NIGHT LONG!!! WHOOOOOO!
The guard steps back, as he says...
Guard: I see what this is. You're cranked on the caffiene. Guy, I'd suggest you get yourself some rest before continuing further...
Gregory: I CAN'T DO THAT! I'VE GOT IMPORTANT THINGS TO DO IN MONTREAL! I'VE GOT INTERVIEWS, APPEARANCES AND CHARITY FUNCTIONS I NEED TO ATTEND, AND ONE OF THOSE CHARITIES IS TONIGHT!!!
Guard: Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to calm down...
Gregory: I CAN'T CALM DOWN! YOU EVER DRINK FOUR JOLTS AND TAKE EIGHT CAFFIENE PILLS IN A ROW? SHIT IS CRAZY!
Guard: (into radio...) I think we're going to have a problem here...
Gregory: WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I'M NO PROBLEM! I'M JUST TRYING TO GET TO MONTREAL FOR IMPORTANT CELEBRITY THINGS!
Guard: Being an expert on celebrities, I can say that you are definitly NOT a celebrity. You might resembe a celebrity mugshot, but you're NOT a celebrity...
Gregory: OH YEAH? WELL I'VE WON FOUR WORLD TITLES! WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE WITH YOUR LIFE, TOLL BOOTH WILLIE?
He got that last jab in right as the guard started to light into him, finally sick of all the abuse and bullshit that Gregory had put him through...
Guard: I've just aboot had it with your shit! You and every other fuckin' Yank thinks they can just come on up, get loaded and pick on the locals and get away with it, but you are the most rude person I've ever met in my life! And you THINK you're a celebrity? And a World Champion?
Gregory: Former...
Guard: The only World Championship you hold is for being a royal asshole! And on top of that, a loaded asshole! I suspect you have drugs in your vehicle!
Gregory looks over at the police officers standing behind the guard, and says...
Gregory: I want to file a report against this officer for a false accusation and verbal abuse! Is this the kind of example you set for your country?
Cop: Well, it looks as if Randall has done it again. Trying to pick fights with Yanks again.
Cop: Probably drunk again. You been nipping hard out here, Randall?
Randall turns around, caught in his verbal attack on Gregory, as he says...
Randall: This isn't what it looks like...
Cop: Randy, you know if you get another complaint, you're going to get fired. You pulled over one car THREE YEARS AGO that had a bunch of cocaine in there. That doesn't mean every car is suspicious!
Cop: Quit trying to be a hero, Randy. You're starting to piss us off.
Randall: But he's been a total ass since he's pulled up! What am I supposed to do?
Cop: Act like a professional, instead of acting like this...
Cop: Sir, we apologise for this inconvenience.
Gregory: It's okay. This guy has stalled me long enough for me to want to file a formal complaint. So here I am, filing a formal complaint.
Randall: YOU CAN'T BE LISTENING TO THIS BULLSHIT!!!
Both cops look at each other, before they both look at Randall. The first cop says to Gregory...
Cop: Go on and get back into your truck, sir. I think our work here is done...
Gregory: No, I want...
Cop: He said get back in the car, SIR!
Not wanting to push his luck, Gregory begs off as he gets into the truck. The officers give him a stamp in his book, which they pry free from Randall's hand, and send him on his way...
It was pure luck that he was able to get out of this predicament. Then again, luck had always been on Gregory's side. Regardless, it was the type of rush that Gregory was always on the lookout for, Pushing the envelope as far as he could before he went over the edge. It was the only thing that made him "feel". His parents had did a great job of making him feel as if the accomplishments he had achieved, which were plenty, were not enough. Karate tournaments, sports awards and scholastic achievements were never enough for them! He was somehow still not good enough! Is there any higher achievement to have than being a National Honor Society member in your sophmore year? No, he should've done that his FRESHMAN year, like that Evan McGregor dork. Win Goalie of the Year in the entire state of New York? Should've been State MVP. IT WAS NEVER GOOD ENOUGH!!! WIN THE FUCKING WORLD TITLE AT THE AGE OF 17!!! WORLD FUCKING TITLE!!! NOT GOOD ENOUGH!!!
The thoughts were starting to depress him. He was starting to come down off of the caffiene rush. He needed something else. Something more. Something that made him push the envelope of his sanity. Sure, he'd been seven months sober, but it was boring. Last thing Gregory wanted was anything boring. Picking on Autumn was fun at first, but now, after the attack and the upcoming match, its turned just into that thing he hates. BORING!!! But that's okay. After this match, he moves on to something bigger and better. Isabel said it earlier, and he played cool, but this was NOT the level of competition he liked. He wanted more. Deep down inside, he knew he had what it still takes to Main Event with the likes of Outkast, Jimmy Helmsley, Troy Turner and Bombtrack, and not a damn person is going to make him think otherwise. Autumn Waterfall is just a stepping stone for "The Glorious 1"s glorious return...
His mind shifted focus on to Montreal, and where he could score something to take that edge off. All he had to do was get there, and the fix would come shortly...
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