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Come Whatever May
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Topic Started: Nov 5 2012, 04:47 AM (182 Views)
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Priest
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Nov 5 2012, 04:47 AM
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Robbie Priest stands impatiently in front of a camera in the lobby of his hotel in Vancouver, arms crossed in annoyance.
Robbie Priest: So... I spose it's time to say... something, isn't it?
He shrugs, smiling knowingly.
Robbie Priest: I should stand here and tell you all how losing that championship was devastating to me and how I was so depressed by it I considered going back for a drop again and just letting myself waste away to nothing while my wife and child wondered what had bloody well happened to the man they knew and loved, yeah?
He nods, almost smiling before shrugging as if everyone knew that answer was coming.
Robbie Priest: Guess I'm gonna have to disappoint you then because...
He shakes his head, shrugging again.
Robbie Priest: It's just not true.
He looks down, chuckling at himself despite knowing it's really not that funny at all.
Robbie Priest: Sorry if that disturbs you and makes you go.. “Oh, here he bloody goes again.. no-selling people or things that he doesn't like...”
Shooting the camera a look of disdain, he shakes his head.
Robbie Priest: And if you really believe that bollocks is what i'm doing, then you're in serious need of psychiatric help... or just James Stall, who kinda needs it anyway..
He pauses, taking a deep breath.
Robbie Priest: yes, losing the world title is bitter pill to swallow. It's a disappointment I've never known before because, knock on wood, this is the first time I've won the bloody title and not had the company close on me inside of a month's time. A1 died before my first defense. FcW died on the night of my second defense and RoF closed on me twice before the guy in charge finally gave up that ghost and let it die after CWC had pretty well ransacked it for most of the talent. So, congratulations NEW, you've broke the cycle and the curse of my being the Walking Kiss of Death. James Stall should be bloody proud of accomplishing such a thing and now, I'd say here comes the hard part but it's difficult for me to call anything the hard part right now...
He looks down, seemingly worried that he might become overwhelmed. He takes another deep breath and then looks up into the camera again.
Robbie Priest: And you know why, don't you James? You know why just like Brandi Storm, Andy Titsuhiro, Riot, Dice, Misty Lyn, Kerryn Kali, Lizzbethia and Lord knows how many others of us...
He shakes his head and licks his lips.
Robbie Priest: Non est ad astra mollis e terris via... There is no easy way from the earth to the stars...
A single tear starts rolling down his cheek.
Robbie Priest: here I stand in Vancouver... God knows how far away.. and yet, I'm supposed to care that I lose a match last week while my family, my wife, my brother, our wives, my daughter... they're in new Orleans right now waiting for me to come back so we can all go back to New York and see if we have homes to go back to...
He shrugs incredulously.,
Robbie Priest: And you people expect me to stand here and go boo hoo, whoa is me, I lost my bloody title...
He looks down again, shaking his head.
Robbie Priest: Titles come and go, and I know eventually I'll care that I lose it but when I have the chance to be right back in there for it...
Looking up at the ceiling, Priest shakes his head again.
Robbie Priest: You know what, fuck this... I shouldn't have to do this right now! My home could be completely destroyed, it could be fucked up and condemned. My brother's home could be as well and yet, I have to stand here and whine about a title I never thought I'd win in the first place and do my usual schtick about how I got served up to James Stall, how I STILL have gotten the title shot I won fair and square and how I should get a re-match right off anyway and not have to worry about this bullshit... but instead of getting to tend to things that matter back home, instead of getting what should be mine anyway, I'm here trying to earn a shot at a title I didn't have to earn in the first place against a guy who's fucking emo over an inanimate object...
Priest looks to the wall as if he wants to vomit at the very thought. With the rage building up inside of him, he shakes his head again and glares into the camera.
Robbie Priest: I'm sorry, but Jack Erickson??? Jack Erickson... what the gat wasn't made fun of enough so you had to fall in love, literally, with a chair and then got surprised when that chair was... murdered? And I thought Gavin McKenzie and Jimmy Helmsley were bad about bollocks like that! The Diamonds in the Club have always been a bloody joke Jack and this is why! You and Ray Hughes weren't shit as a tag team, or didn't anybody notice you lost every match you were ever in together until Kise Kazama fucked Zoe McDraven over completely? You and Reno had your moments but that was really only a matter of time before it disintegrated because you could never get on the same page and now... seriously, you and Randy should have let that name die when Doc and Ray quit on the world like the bitches they were! Fuck you, fuck the Diamonds, fuck your gat, fuck Betsy and fuck everything about this god forsaken tournament! I don't wanna be here because of my situation back at home but you... did you EVER really wanna be here? Did you ever give a rats free fucking ass about anything or did you just bloody expect the world to hand over everything, call you God and then write your name in the Book of Awesome just for taking in a breath? I am sick to death of having to deal with bloody tarts like you and Randy...
Pausing to take it all in, the anger starts to boil over.
Robbie Priest: I mean, didn't I smack you around last year when we had a gangwar over a pregnant woman none of us wanted? Didn't you not give a bloody damn then either? And now, here we are, looking down the barrel of as title shot again and you STILL don't give a fuck?
He walks up and grabs the camera.
Robbie Priest: I am gonna beat your ass all over this arena for making me have to leave my family in their time of need and put up with your sorry ass all over again! Come whatever may... I am gonna make you pay for dragging my attention away from what's important, smack you around until my hand hurts and then smack you around some more for making my hand hurt in the first place and when I'm done, maybe I'll be nice and leave enough for a proper burial because God knows you buried your own career a long damn time ago! There's nothing like a funeral to make you feel alive... and Jack, it's time for yours...
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