Post by Emi's Imaginary Friend on Aug 9, 2012 15:24:51 GMT -5
Half way through the week, and John Fisherman had been keeping up with his regular training schedule, but all the while, he had been keeping a close eye on the activity on the MPW website.
"Still nothing..."
It was a rather quiet week for John Fisherman. However, this was exactly how he liked it. As he sat in his hotel room, sucking on another bottle of pale lager, he relished in the silence, lifting his feet onto his leather sofa and tilting his head back onto his cushion. To him, silence was truly golden.
"Ahh, this is the life!"
He was truly relaxed. But at that point, why not chuck on a calm, chilling tune? With little effort, he flicked on the stereo, lying on a table close to the sofa, unaware of the music he had just switched on.
Oh, Dan Andriano. Good choice. With the beautiful chords quietly blaring through the room, John tucked his head into the cushion, in the hopes of dosing off in such a relaxing atmosphere.
Well a long time ago I didn't care so much
But I love to drink so much
I let my heart just float away
Out to a place where the songs they don't mean so much
I could not feel your touch,
Could not feel anything but pain
And now from this oil can
Somehow, there grows an orchid
Though your leaves were born in ashes
They will die in the sunlight
Die in the sunlight
Suddenly the peaceful music was disrupted with a vibrating sensation in his pants. John sat up, not knowing where he was for a moment before realizing that his cellphone was vibrating. Someone was calling. He preferred to keep his cellphone silent. I think I already explained his preference of silence. He quickly switched off the stereo and answered the call.
"Hello?"
"Hey John, you okay?"
It was Ms. Jasmine Biguns. She seemed bored, and slightly upset.
"Yeah, I'm fine. You?"
"I don't know. Jessica's giving me a headache."
"Your sister is still living with you?"
"I thought I already told you. After her argument with her husband, she needed a place to stay for a few days."
"Oh yeah. Sorry, I just had a few drinks..."
"Fair enough. But you know what she did today?"
"What?"
"I left my PC on earlier, and while I was away, she got into my Twitter account and tweeted: "I met this guy who was into the dominatrix stuff, but he left me handcuffed in my apartment. Somebody help me please, my ass is in agony!" It was horrible!"
"Oh man. You mean she fraped you? Ouch."
"I know, and all the direct messages I had after wards! Ugh!"
"Sounds like you had a rough day."
"I don't know how much more I can take, he's driving me nuts!"
"Well look, do you wanna come over or something?"
"Thanks, but I can't. I just don't trust her in my apartment."
"Alright then, I'll talk to you tomorrow then."
"Okay, I'll see you in the morning then. Bye!"
"Bye!"
And with that, she hung up. Now back to peace and quiet. John threw his cellphone onto the coffee table, switched his music back on, had one more sip of lager and climbed back onto the sofa, before finally dosing off into the night.
However, not everyone was so relaxed that night.
Back at the Biguns residence, Ms. Biguns had just come out of the shower. With one towel wrapped around her head and another wrapped around her body, leaving very little to the imagination, she was just about to grab her pajamas from her bedroom, but before she could enter, she was suddenly interrupted by her nuisance of a sister, Jessica Hosenstein, perhaps the most annoying woman you could possibly meet. If it wasn't for John Fisherman's act of inconsideration for his old sparring partner, Jessica would have certainly ruined Jasmine's birthday the other day.
"HI PUMPKIN!!"
The sound of her shrill, screeching voice made Ms. Biguns jump back in fright, only to realize that her sister was not alone. Beside her was a rather handsome gentleman, chiseled good looks in a casual attire, staring curiously at her. Feeling rather exposed, she almost instinctively gripped her towel, making sure that it did not suddenly fall down, revealing her nude self to a complete stranger. She snapped at Jessica.
"Jess! What are you doing!?"
"What do you mean? I just fancied bringing Travis back home for a little...chat."
"Travis? And you just invited him over without telling me?"
"Well I was afraid that if I asked, you would have said no. You've been awfully grouchy recently."
"Well sorry if I've been a little paranoid with my sister who likes to humiliate me every chance she gets living with me for the week!"
"See what I mean? I'm sorry about this Travis, her diet isn't doing anything for her personality."
"...umm...what? Did you say something Jessie?"
The stranger only known as Travis seemed awfully interested in Jasmine's rather vulnerable position. She could see him unwrapping her towel with his eyes. She was very uncomfortable.
"Nothing Travis. Now look Jasmine, I can tell when I'm not wanted. We'll just pop in your place, won't we Travis?"
"Oh really? What about your husband?"
"Husband!?"
"Oh, don't worry about that Travis. It's nothing. Let's just leave the little piggy alone and head back to your place. Ciao tubby!"
Ms. Biguns's face was bright red in rage. She hissed as her wicked sister and her dopey associate strutted out of her apartment. Not even the sight of them leaving was enough to calm her down. All she could do was storm into her bedroom and wiggle into her pajamas. However, she was in no mood to sleep. She needed to vent some steam.
That is when she decided to pull out her webcam once again. After drying her hair, she was ready for bed, but before she hopped in, she sat at her computer desk, with the camera facing her again. It was time for another update to her youtube profile.
"Hi everyone, Jasmine Biguns here again, and to be honest, I'm not in the best of moods. Long story short, my pain in the ass sister has dropped in to stay with me for a few days. She was only supposed to be staying for my birthday, but she just had an argument with her husband. One thing led to another, and before I knew, she's now staying with me for the rest of the week, maybe even for the next two weeks god forbid! Regardless however, I have a few things that I have to say, so I'm going to be quick."
Ms. Biguns leaned forward closer to the camera, unaware of the cleavage shot she left. This was the most common point in the video where it received so many likes.
"First of all, me and John Fisherman, we don't like to dwindle on the past. We're more concerned with the future, and it doesn't take a genius to predict that our future together is golden. Let's just say that we'll be seeing a lot more John Fisherman in the next few weeks. High Stakes is only the beginning, John is going to be the greatest thing to come out of wrestling ever, and it's gonna take more than five guys to stop him. Speaking of these five guys, my man will be facing two of these five guys in a Roll of the Dice showcase match this Monday. Kurt Newman and Enigma."
A slight cough.
"Now I don't know if any of you guys caught it, but the other day, John and I posted a video on the MPW website, and quite frankly, most of what he said is the truth. How does a man who proudly beats up two women qualify for a spot in the Roll of the Dice match? Easy. With help from one of the Fischer sisters. No, not the pitiful excuse of a TV champion, I'm talking about one of those two blond skanks strutting around. Let's face it, even I could take out a bitch like that! But don't worry big guy, you'll have your chance at competition when you face my man this Monday. He'll give you a preview of what you'll be in for at High Stakes, and I'm sure he'll give you a realization of what you and your scrawny brother are facing here. Enigma, you're going to go the same way as every other loser in this company: beneath the feet of the king of the world, and there's not a thing that you can do about it. So I hope you have fun this Monday, since you don't have the ability to overcome my man!"
A brief pause.
"And as for Kurt Newman. The most pitiful, childish man that I've ever had the misfortune to meet! It's going to be a pleasure watching my man exact his revenge against you. No, you probably don't remember that match, but he certainly does, and he wants to finish the job. Don't think that there'll be a repeat of that match this Monday. You're not going to capitalize on his distraction again, because my man has already learned since then. He now knows what a pathetic little runt you really are, and this Monday, he intends to crush you like a tiny, insignificant little insect. And you know what Kurt? He's going to do it again at High Stakes!"
Another little cough.
"Oh, but that's not all is there? Two other guys will be present for that match. A special guest, Rage, and an enforcer, Bloodhound, two other guys entered in the Roll of the Dice match. So what am I supposed to expect this Monday? Because I don't want that filthy miserable mutt sniffing my butt every minute at ringside! Bloodhound, you think that you're going to stop me cheering on my man at ringside? Think again. You come pointing that nose at me this Monday and I'll have you neutered! And as for Rage, the offer is still floating out there. What are the True Wrestling Icons without the True Managerial Icon? You guys need someone as talented as me in your group. Don't worry, you don't have to accept my offer yet. In the meantime, I hope my man destroying you in the ring at High Stakes doesn't effect our chances at joining the TWI. Please don't take it personally, but unfortunately there's nothing that you can do to stop the rising star that is John Fisherman."
She leaned back into her desk chair.
"How appropriate it is that this is a showcase match. The MPW fans are really fortunate to catch a sneak preview of history in the making. Not only will my man take out these two bozos this Monday, but he'll take them out again, along with three other bozos, at High Stakes, and go on to win the Roll of the Dice match, and then go on to become the next MPW World Heavyweight Champion. I hope you fans get to tune in this Monday, it is truly going to be glorious!"
She was about to switch off the camera, but something then popped into her mind.
"Oh, and one more thing. Laura Tavares, I hope you've been putting that fat ass of yours on a treadmill, because if we ever meet again, I'd rather not mistake you for a dirty barn animal again. And if you dare cross me again, I'll have you crying all the way home back to mommy like the little piggy that you are!"
"This has been Jasmine Biguns. Goodnight peeps, much love!"
And with that, she switched off her webcam, leaving the video for the youtube viewers to study, hopefully not in an inappropriate manner (wishful thinking). I'm sure John Fisherman will have more to say about his upcoming match, so stay tuned!
"Still nothing..."
It was a rather quiet week for John Fisherman. However, this was exactly how he liked it. As he sat in his hotel room, sucking on another bottle of pale lager, he relished in the silence, lifting his feet onto his leather sofa and tilting his head back onto his cushion. To him, silence was truly golden.
"Ahh, this is the life!"
He was truly relaxed. But at that point, why not chuck on a calm, chilling tune? With little effort, he flicked on the stereo, lying on a table close to the sofa, unaware of the music he had just switched on.
Oh, Dan Andriano. Good choice. With the beautiful chords quietly blaring through the room, John tucked his head into the cushion, in the hopes of dosing off in such a relaxing atmosphere.
Well a long time ago I didn't care so much
But I love to drink so much
I let my heart just float away
Out to a place where the songs they don't mean so much
I could not feel your touch,
Could not feel anything but pain
And now from this oil can
Somehow, there grows an orchid
Though your leaves were born in ashes
They will die in the sunlight
Die in the sunlight
Suddenly the peaceful music was disrupted with a vibrating sensation in his pants. John sat up, not knowing where he was for a moment before realizing that his cellphone was vibrating. Someone was calling. He preferred to keep his cellphone silent. I think I already explained his preference of silence. He quickly switched off the stereo and answered the call.
"Hello?"
"Hey John, you okay?"
It was Ms. Jasmine Biguns. She seemed bored, and slightly upset.
"Yeah, I'm fine. You?"
"I don't know. Jessica's giving me a headache."
"Your sister is still living with you?"
"I thought I already told you. After her argument with her husband, she needed a place to stay for a few days."
"Oh yeah. Sorry, I just had a few drinks..."
"Fair enough. But you know what she did today?"
"What?"
"I left my PC on earlier, and while I was away, she got into my Twitter account and tweeted: "I met this guy who was into the dominatrix stuff, but he left me handcuffed in my apartment. Somebody help me please, my ass is in agony!" It was horrible!"
"Oh man. You mean she fraped you? Ouch."
"I know, and all the direct messages I had after wards! Ugh!"
"Sounds like you had a rough day."
"I don't know how much more I can take, he's driving me nuts!"
"Well look, do you wanna come over or something?"
"Thanks, but I can't. I just don't trust her in my apartment."
"Alright then, I'll talk to you tomorrow then."
"Okay, I'll see you in the morning then. Bye!"
"Bye!"
And with that, she hung up. Now back to peace and quiet. John threw his cellphone onto the coffee table, switched his music back on, had one more sip of lager and climbed back onto the sofa, before finally dosing off into the night.
However, not everyone was so relaxed that night.
Back at the Biguns residence, Ms. Biguns had just come out of the shower. With one towel wrapped around her head and another wrapped around her body, leaving very little to the imagination, she was just about to grab her pajamas from her bedroom, but before she could enter, she was suddenly interrupted by her nuisance of a sister, Jessica Hosenstein, perhaps the most annoying woman you could possibly meet. If it wasn't for John Fisherman's act of inconsideration for his old sparring partner, Jessica would have certainly ruined Jasmine's birthday the other day.
"HI PUMPKIN!!"
The sound of her shrill, screeching voice made Ms. Biguns jump back in fright, only to realize that her sister was not alone. Beside her was a rather handsome gentleman, chiseled good looks in a casual attire, staring curiously at her. Feeling rather exposed, she almost instinctively gripped her towel, making sure that it did not suddenly fall down, revealing her nude self to a complete stranger. She snapped at Jessica.
"Jess! What are you doing!?"
"What do you mean? I just fancied bringing Travis back home for a little...chat."
"Travis? And you just invited him over without telling me?"
"Well I was afraid that if I asked, you would have said no. You've been awfully grouchy recently."
"Well sorry if I've been a little paranoid with my sister who likes to humiliate me every chance she gets living with me for the week!"
"See what I mean? I'm sorry about this Travis, her diet isn't doing anything for her personality."
"...umm...what? Did you say something Jessie?"
The stranger only known as Travis seemed awfully interested in Jasmine's rather vulnerable position. She could see him unwrapping her towel with his eyes. She was very uncomfortable.
"Nothing Travis. Now look Jasmine, I can tell when I'm not wanted. We'll just pop in your place, won't we Travis?"
"Oh really? What about your husband?"
"Husband!?"
"Oh, don't worry about that Travis. It's nothing. Let's just leave the little piggy alone and head back to your place. Ciao tubby!"
Ms. Biguns's face was bright red in rage. She hissed as her wicked sister and her dopey associate strutted out of her apartment. Not even the sight of them leaving was enough to calm her down. All she could do was storm into her bedroom and wiggle into her pajamas. However, she was in no mood to sleep. She needed to vent some steam.
That is when she decided to pull out her webcam once again. After drying her hair, she was ready for bed, but before she hopped in, she sat at her computer desk, with the camera facing her again. It was time for another update to her youtube profile.
"Hi everyone, Jasmine Biguns here again, and to be honest, I'm not in the best of moods. Long story short, my pain in the ass sister has dropped in to stay with me for a few days. She was only supposed to be staying for my birthday, but she just had an argument with her husband. One thing led to another, and before I knew, she's now staying with me for the rest of the week, maybe even for the next two weeks god forbid! Regardless however, I have a few things that I have to say, so I'm going to be quick."
Ms. Biguns leaned forward closer to the camera, unaware of the cleavage shot she left. This was the most common point in the video where it received so many likes.
"First of all, me and John Fisherman, we don't like to dwindle on the past. We're more concerned with the future, and it doesn't take a genius to predict that our future together is golden. Let's just say that we'll be seeing a lot more John Fisherman in the next few weeks. High Stakes is only the beginning, John is going to be the greatest thing to come out of wrestling ever, and it's gonna take more than five guys to stop him. Speaking of these five guys, my man will be facing two of these five guys in a Roll of the Dice showcase match this Monday. Kurt Newman and Enigma."
A slight cough.
"Now I don't know if any of you guys caught it, but the other day, John and I posted a video on the MPW website, and quite frankly, most of what he said is the truth. How does a man who proudly beats up two women qualify for a spot in the Roll of the Dice match? Easy. With help from one of the Fischer sisters. No, not the pitiful excuse of a TV champion, I'm talking about one of those two blond skanks strutting around. Let's face it, even I could take out a bitch like that! But don't worry big guy, you'll have your chance at competition when you face my man this Monday. He'll give you a preview of what you'll be in for at High Stakes, and I'm sure he'll give you a realization of what you and your scrawny brother are facing here. Enigma, you're going to go the same way as every other loser in this company: beneath the feet of the king of the world, and there's not a thing that you can do about it. So I hope you have fun this Monday, since you don't have the ability to overcome my man!"
A brief pause.
"And as for Kurt Newman. The most pitiful, childish man that I've ever had the misfortune to meet! It's going to be a pleasure watching my man exact his revenge against you. No, you probably don't remember that match, but he certainly does, and he wants to finish the job. Don't think that there'll be a repeat of that match this Monday. You're not going to capitalize on his distraction again, because my man has already learned since then. He now knows what a pathetic little runt you really are, and this Monday, he intends to crush you like a tiny, insignificant little insect. And you know what Kurt? He's going to do it again at High Stakes!"
Another little cough.
"Oh, but that's not all is there? Two other guys will be present for that match. A special guest, Rage, and an enforcer, Bloodhound, two other guys entered in the Roll of the Dice match. So what am I supposed to expect this Monday? Because I don't want that filthy miserable mutt sniffing my butt every minute at ringside! Bloodhound, you think that you're going to stop me cheering on my man at ringside? Think again. You come pointing that nose at me this Monday and I'll have you neutered! And as for Rage, the offer is still floating out there. What are the True Wrestling Icons without the True Managerial Icon? You guys need someone as talented as me in your group. Don't worry, you don't have to accept my offer yet. In the meantime, I hope my man destroying you in the ring at High Stakes doesn't effect our chances at joining the TWI. Please don't take it personally, but unfortunately there's nothing that you can do to stop the rising star that is John Fisherman."
She leaned back into her desk chair.
"How appropriate it is that this is a showcase match. The MPW fans are really fortunate to catch a sneak preview of history in the making. Not only will my man take out these two bozos this Monday, but he'll take them out again, along with three other bozos, at High Stakes, and go on to win the Roll of the Dice match, and then go on to become the next MPW World Heavyweight Champion. I hope you fans get to tune in this Monday, it is truly going to be glorious!"
She was about to switch off the camera, but something then popped into her mind.
"Oh, and one more thing. Laura Tavares, I hope you've been putting that fat ass of yours on a treadmill, because if we ever meet again, I'd rather not mistake you for a dirty barn animal again. And if you dare cross me again, I'll have you crying all the way home back to mommy like the little piggy that you are!"
"This has been Jasmine Biguns. Goodnight peeps, much love!"
And with that, she switched off her webcam, leaving the video for the youtube viewers to study, hopefully not in an inappropriate manner (wishful thinking). I'm sure John Fisherman will have more to say about his upcoming match, so stay tuned!
