Post by Kurt Newman on Jun 5, 2013 20:16:58 GMT -5
****One Month Ago****
~It’s good be back in wrestling…….well more of a wrestling organization now. Not wrestling any more. Nope, my days of chasing women around finally caught up to me. I got AIDS now and yes, it does suck. It’s the reason why I had to leave MPW about a year ago. I got really sick and very weak and nearly died. I’m not back to normal, but I’m to a point where I can live a normal life. That’s life though. I lived it to the fullest. I just flue to close to the sun and I got burnt. I fell and landed back to earth. Now I’m just normal. Anyways that’s a little back story on me and why I haven’t been around for a while.
~Anyhoo, MPW was nice enough to hire me back as a consultant. I’ve been around wrestling for a while now and I know my shit. Plus, I bet they like that I’m also investing my fortunes into this place. I don’t mind the job though. Keeps me busy and out of trouble……….well not as much of trouble as I’m used to. I’m still Kurt Newman of course and I’m still the man that everyone loves, especially the women. Difference now is that I wear a condom…….which sucks. I mean Condoms suck and it’s so hard to find one big enough for Kurt Jr. because you all know, there’s nothing small about him if you know what I mean…………it means I have a huge cock…….ladies.
~So at the last business meeting with the board of directors, we were talking about the whole upcoming war between MPW and WWO. We had the wrestlers on the MPW to face off against the wrestlers on the WWO roster. There was one wrestler on the WWO side that was going to cause some trouble. A guy by the name of Diablos. Never heard of him and I thought he was going to be a push over, but the rest of the directors thought he wasn’t. So they wanted someone real nasty to fight this guy because he was supposed to be uber dark and shit. No one on the roster was good enough to fight him, so they wanted to sign a wrestler that could battle him. Someone just as dark and cruel as this guy. So people started to throw names out. None of them were going to fit the bill because if management was correct, Diablos was the devil himself. Finally they came over to me and asked if I had anyone in mind. I did, but I wasn’t going to throw his name out. Mostly because the guy was way worse than Diablo and after he had his fun with Diablo, he’d turn his attention to destroying MPW.
~They wanted a name and they wanted it now. So feeling the pressure, I said the name. Half of them didn’t know who the guy was, mostly because they know nothing about wrestling. The other half of the room went ape shit crazy. They heard the stories about my guy and there was no way they were going to let that phsyco path into MPW. Well the big boss man never heard of the guy either but he looked at the emotions that the veteran guys were throwing and he liked what he heard. So he wanted my guy to wrestle against Diablo to take him out. I pleaded my case not to hire the guy but it was final. So I was in charge of hiring the wrestler since I knew him so well.
~So this is why I’m walking the halls of a psych ward in the middle of Illinois to go visit my old buddy. He’s in here because I put him in here. Over a year ago, I wrestled him in another fed where if I won, he’d go into a psych ward to work out his mental problems. If he won, well my balls would be chopped off. I love my balls ladies and gentlemen. Their one of my best features because their huge. Anyways, I won the match and he’s been in this place since then. I wonder if he still hates me? I pretty sure he does. Should of made a cake for him with “I’m sorry” written in frosting. No one could hate that? Should of brought a kitten with me also. Who doesn’t like pussies?...............pussy cats you sick, sick, sick people!
~He needs to be in here for plenty of reasons. To start off, the guy is dangerous against himself and the rest of humanity. He’d hurt a child if it seemed like the right thing to do. Secondly the guy has been through some fucked up situations. When he was just 5, his mother who was supposedly taken over by a demon killed his father and younger brother and then killed herself right in front of his eyes. I don’t care who the hell you are, that’ll fuck anyone up mentally. Anyways, 15 years later his wife, who was pregnant, was getting groceries. Well some coked up jackass killed her and everyone else in there while he was trying to rob the place. Well my buddy, who I was teaming up at the time in a wrestling organization, didn’t take that to well. He took a gun and shot himself in the head. Somehow, he survived. He changed though after that. Some people think he shot what good was left in him out of his brain. Other people say that he was taken over by a demon. Me? I think he just needs to be smacked around a bit to get his act together.
~We pass door after door until we stop at one. The nurse, who doesn’t look too bad looking begins to open the door. You know, those porno’s always have those hot nurse outfits on, never seen anything close to that at an actual hospital. My search continues to find that hot nurse outfit. And when I do, I’m going to bang them silly.
~Now I’m not afraid of anyone. If I met the devil himself, I’d probably think the guy is a chump. This guy though. This guy I’ve faced plenty of times in the past and he’s one of the few guys that can get under your skin and fuck you up both mentally and physically. I’d rather fight God himself than face off against Crow again.
~I look inside the dark room and see my old friend in a corner. He’s in a part of the room where the room is heavily shadowed because of a lone window on the side of the room. The sun lights up half of the room and shadows the other half. His head is titled down so that I don’t see his face as I take a good look at him. I really don’t want to anyways. That face of his is a real work of art. Covered in scars and deformed…….a face a mother would love. Plus, has a nice hole in the side of his cheek. All of it came from wrestling. The guy is the master of anything hardcore. He loves pain and pain loves him. I step in and I hear the door close behind me. A chill goes up my spine as I keep my distance from my old friend. I do my best to keep cool as I begin to talk to him.
Kurt Newman: “Hey. You up? It’s Kurt Newman. Remember you’re old buddy?”
~I force a smile on my face, just in case he looked up. He doesn’t say a word though……hell, he doesn’t move an inch. I want to poke him with a stick and see if he’s up, but I’m afraid that he’d chew my arm off if I did that. Time to put my big boy pants on for this. A lot of money is on the line and I need this to go through.
Kurt Newman: “I’m giving you a chance to get out of here. I’m giving you an opportunity to wrestle again. I’m giving you your freedom back. Right in my brief case is a contract with a wrestling organization that goes by the name of MPW. They want to hire you to take out a wrestler that goes by the name of Diablo. He’s one of those dark looking dudes that wears paint on his face and acts scary. So they want to fight fire with fire. If you sign this contract, you’ll have a bonus of 500 thousand dollars that’s already in this brief case in my hand. If you defeat Diablos, you’ll get another bonus of another 500 thousand dollars. That’s 1 million dollars in total if you can defeat this Diablos character. But I know you don’t care about money. You only care about hurting people. So use the money to buy some sick and disgusting things to use on Diablos. I really don’t care what you do with it. This Diablos character is a problem that needs to be rid of. I’d do it myself but since our last encounter, I was lucky enough to get AIDS. So I’m really not in wrestling shape any more. You’re the sickest guy that I know. I also know that you’re one of the most fucked up individuals in wrestling history and that you’d stab myself and the rest of MPW in the back if you had a chance. That’s why I brought this, just in case.”
~I reach into my pocket and pull out a golden wedding ring. The friend, who hasn’t moved the whole time slowly, lifts his head up just far enough to where he can see the ring. Without hesitation, my friend runs towards me and is about to tackle me but stops when a chain to the straight jacket that he’s wearing runs out of line and stops him in his place. He snaps his teeth just inches from my face as I hold the ring right in front of him.
Kurt Newman: “It’s Emily’s ring bro. I’ve been keeping it nice and safe just in case you ever did get better. You do this for me and you get the ring back. I promise you.”
~My old friend furiously tries to get loose so that he can rip my head off, but he can’t. He slowly begins to calm down until he stares at me. I open the brief case to show the contract and money inside. I go past those and instead grab for something else. It’s a mask. His mask. A mask used mostly to cover his face. More importantly to get him in his character. I take it out of the brief case and lift it above his head and slowly begin to place it over his head. I finally get it where it fits correctly and I look at the figure in front of me, and I can’t help but think I made the worst decision in my life.
Kurt Newman: “So……do we have a deal…….Crow?”
~The shadows in the room change to show off Crow’s face. A sinister smile emerges from his lips as he looks at me with his cold dead eyes.
Crow: “Let’s begin shall we?”
~End Scene
~It’s good be back in wrestling…….well more of a wrestling organization now. Not wrestling any more. Nope, my days of chasing women around finally caught up to me. I got AIDS now and yes, it does suck. It’s the reason why I had to leave MPW about a year ago. I got really sick and very weak and nearly died. I’m not back to normal, but I’m to a point where I can live a normal life. That’s life though. I lived it to the fullest. I just flue to close to the sun and I got burnt. I fell and landed back to earth. Now I’m just normal. Anyways that’s a little back story on me and why I haven’t been around for a while.
~Anyhoo, MPW was nice enough to hire me back as a consultant. I’ve been around wrestling for a while now and I know my shit. Plus, I bet they like that I’m also investing my fortunes into this place. I don’t mind the job though. Keeps me busy and out of trouble……….well not as much of trouble as I’m used to. I’m still Kurt Newman of course and I’m still the man that everyone loves, especially the women. Difference now is that I wear a condom…….which sucks. I mean Condoms suck and it’s so hard to find one big enough for Kurt Jr. because you all know, there’s nothing small about him if you know what I mean…………it means I have a huge cock…….ladies.
~So at the last business meeting with the board of directors, we were talking about the whole upcoming war between MPW and WWO. We had the wrestlers on the MPW to face off against the wrestlers on the WWO roster. There was one wrestler on the WWO side that was going to cause some trouble. A guy by the name of Diablos. Never heard of him and I thought he was going to be a push over, but the rest of the directors thought he wasn’t. So they wanted someone real nasty to fight this guy because he was supposed to be uber dark and shit. No one on the roster was good enough to fight him, so they wanted to sign a wrestler that could battle him. Someone just as dark and cruel as this guy. So people started to throw names out. None of them were going to fit the bill because if management was correct, Diablos was the devil himself. Finally they came over to me and asked if I had anyone in mind. I did, but I wasn’t going to throw his name out. Mostly because the guy was way worse than Diablo and after he had his fun with Diablo, he’d turn his attention to destroying MPW.
~They wanted a name and they wanted it now. So feeling the pressure, I said the name. Half of them didn’t know who the guy was, mostly because they know nothing about wrestling. The other half of the room went ape shit crazy. They heard the stories about my guy and there was no way they were going to let that phsyco path into MPW. Well the big boss man never heard of the guy either but he looked at the emotions that the veteran guys were throwing and he liked what he heard. So he wanted my guy to wrestle against Diablo to take him out. I pleaded my case not to hire the guy but it was final. So I was in charge of hiring the wrestler since I knew him so well.
~So this is why I’m walking the halls of a psych ward in the middle of Illinois to go visit my old buddy. He’s in here because I put him in here. Over a year ago, I wrestled him in another fed where if I won, he’d go into a psych ward to work out his mental problems. If he won, well my balls would be chopped off. I love my balls ladies and gentlemen. Their one of my best features because their huge. Anyways, I won the match and he’s been in this place since then. I wonder if he still hates me? I pretty sure he does. Should of made a cake for him with “I’m sorry” written in frosting. No one could hate that? Should of brought a kitten with me also. Who doesn’t like pussies?...............pussy cats you sick, sick, sick people!
~He needs to be in here for plenty of reasons. To start off, the guy is dangerous against himself and the rest of humanity. He’d hurt a child if it seemed like the right thing to do. Secondly the guy has been through some fucked up situations. When he was just 5, his mother who was supposedly taken over by a demon killed his father and younger brother and then killed herself right in front of his eyes. I don’t care who the hell you are, that’ll fuck anyone up mentally. Anyways, 15 years later his wife, who was pregnant, was getting groceries. Well some coked up jackass killed her and everyone else in there while he was trying to rob the place. Well my buddy, who I was teaming up at the time in a wrestling organization, didn’t take that to well. He took a gun and shot himself in the head. Somehow, he survived. He changed though after that. Some people think he shot what good was left in him out of his brain. Other people say that he was taken over by a demon. Me? I think he just needs to be smacked around a bit to get his act together.
~We pass door after door until we stop at one. The nurse, who doesn’t look too bad looking begins to open the door. You know, those porno’s always have those hot nurse outfits on, never seen anything close to that at an actual hospital. My search continues to find that hot nurse outfit. And when I do, I’m going to bang them silly.
~Now I’m not afraid of anyone. If I met the devil himself, I’d probably think the guy is a chump. This guy though. This guy I’ve faced plenty of times in the past and he’s one of the few guys that can get under your skin and fuck you up both mentally and physically. I’d rather fight God himself than face off against Crow again.
~I look inside the dark room and see my old friend in a corner. He’s in a part of the room where the room is heavily shadowed because of a lone window on the side of the room. The sun lights up half of the room and shadows the other half. His head is titled down so that I don’t see his face as I take a good look at him. I really don’t want to anyways. That face of his is a real work of art. Covered in scars and deformed…….a face a mother would love. Plus, has a nice hole in the side of his cheek. All of it came from wrestling. The guy is the master of anything hardcore. He loves pain and pain loves him. I step in and I hear the door close behind me. A chill goes up my spine as I keep my distance from my old friend. I do my best to keep cool as I begin to talk to him.
Kurt Newman: “Hey. You up? It’s Kurt Newman. Remember you’re old buddy?”
~I force a smile on my face, just in case he looked up. He doesn’t say a word though……hell, he doesn’t move an inch. I want to poke him with a stick and see if he’s up, but I’m afraid that he’d chew my arm off if I did that. Time to put my big boy pants on for this. A lot of money is on the line and I need this to go through.
Kurt Newman: “I’m giving you a chance to get out of here. I’m giving you an opportunity to wrestle again. I’m giving you your freedom back. Right in my brief case is a contract with a wrestling organization that goes by the name of MPW. They want to hire you to take out a wrestler that goes by the name of Diablo. He’s one of those dark looking dudes that wears paint on his face and acts scary. So they want to fight fire with fire. If you sign this contract, you’ll have a bonus of 500 thousand dollars that’s already in this brief case in my hand. If you defeat Diablos, you’ll get another bonus of another 500 thousand dollars. That’s 1 million dollars in total if you can defeat this Diablos character. But I know you don’t care about money. You only care about hurting people. So use the money to buy some sick and disgusting things to use on Diablos. I really don’t care what you do with it. This Diablos character is a problem that needs to be rid of. I’d do it myself but since our last encounter, I was lucky enough to get AIDS. So I’m really not in wrestling shape any more. You’re the sickest guy that I know. I also know that you’re one of the most fucked up individuals in wrestling history and that you’d stab myself and the rest of MPW in the back if you had a chance. That’s why I brought this, just in case.”
~I reach into my pocket and pull out a golden wedding ring. The friend, who hasn’t moved the whole time slowly, lifts his head up just far enough to where he can see the ring. Without hesitation, my friend runs towards me and is about to tackle me but stops when a chain to the straight jacket that he’s wearing runs out of line and stops him in his place. He snaps his teeth just inches from my face as I hold the ring right in front of him.
Kurt Newman: “It’s Emily’s ring bro. I’ve been keeping it nice and safe just in case you ever did get better. You do this for me and you get the ring back. I promise you.”
~My old friend furiously tries to get loose so that he can rip my head off, but he can’t. He slowly begins to calm down until he stares at me. I open the brief case to show the contract and money inside. I go past those and instead grab for something else. It’s a mask. His mask. A mask used mostly to cover his face. More importantly to get him in his character. I take it out of the brief case and lift it above his head and slowly begin to place it over his head. I finally get it where it fits correctly and I look at the figure in front of me, and I can’t help but think I made the worst decision in my life.
Kurt Newman: “So……do we have a deal…….Crow?”
~The shadows in the room change to show off Crow’s face. A sinister smile emerges from his lips as he looks at me with his cold dead eyes.
Crow: “Let’s begin shall we?”
~End Scene
