Post by To Be Announced on Aug 23, 2012 13:00:01 GMT -5
I can't stand this waiting. Why am I still here? The Step Up show will start in a couple of hours. Sure, I admit it, I'm still not one hundred percent, my wounds have still not healed, and I still have a throbbing headache. But goddammit I don't want to just sit here. I've gotta get ready!
Sweeney: Chicken, you have to stay and rest. You're not ready yet!
Sweeney, get out of my face! You haven't left my side since I first signed a contract here, but as touching as that is, you've always been so annoying. Just let me do what I do! I don't even know why you're so concerned about me, it's not like we're friends or anything!
Chicken: Where's the doctor? I need to get out of here. My match is in a few hours!
Sweeney: I know you want to prove yourself, I know how badly you want to be a professional wrestler. But you've got to listen to reason. If you step in that ring with Brandon Nytrus, you're going to be annihilated!
He may be right. Many would consider this to be suicide. But I'm not backing down. I want to fight!
Sweeney: Dude, you've only been here a week, and already you've been beaten up by the likes of Primal and Jason Xavier, you've even been attacked in your own home! And now you want to face the guy that attacked you in his own turf? Seriously, there's no point. Why risk it? Why don't you just settle down and watch the show from here?
Here? In a hospital bed? No, I've been here far too many times, and I'm sick of the smell of hospitals. No, I don't belong here. I belong in a wrestling ring. That's where I should be, I'm not going to let you or that big moron tell me otherwise!
Chicken: No Sweeney. I've got to get ready. If that dickhead wants a piece of me, then he's going to get it!
Sweeney: Why can't you just let it go? Me and Tasha Jordan have already pressed charges. We should have that big lug in jail in no time. Can't you just take the week off or something?
Chicken: No! You can press charges after our match. That bully needs to be put in his place!
Sweeney: Chicken, you must be delirious. Just settle down, and we'll have this all taken care of.
Chicken: Quit treating me like a kid! I can take care of things myself!
Sweeney: Having someone break into your own home and beat the living crap out of you. Is that what you call taking care of things?
Yeah, thanks for reminding me Sweeney...
Sweeney: Dude, I've met this guy. He's more than twice your size. He is known as the Hardcore Icon for a reason. I know, I've researched him. He almost broke you in half the other day, and if you step into the ring with him, he's going to finish the job!
...as if I wasn't already shitting my pants!
Sweeney: Please, just sit this one out. It's not worth it.
Chicken: Yes it is! It's totally worth it! That giant pussy thinks he can attack me and just get away with it? I've taken so much shit over the years, and I'm sick of tired of being the pushover! When I first signed up here to become a professional wrestler, I was hoping that people would start treating me with dignity and respect, and I'm not going to let some stool sample do to me what everyone else has been doing for as long as I can remember! No more Sweeney! I'm not letting people just walk over me anymore! You can press as many charges as you want, you can sue him for all he's got, and you can throw his ass in jail, but before all that, I want a piece of him. I want to take it to him at his own game. He thinks he can just ambush me and get away with it? Well he can think again! As long as I still have a single breath in my broken body, I am going to make his life a living hell! He wants that Step Up title so badly? Well he's going to have to pry it from my cold dead fingers, because I'll be damned if he thinks that he's going to win that title before me! Sweeney, I am in it to win it, and I am going to make that sonofabitch suffer! Now if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to get out of this damn hospital!
Yeah...
Sweeney: Fine. I'll get the doctor.
You better had!
Sweeney: Chicken, you have to stay and rest. You're not ready yet!
Sweeney, get out of my face! You haven't left my side since I first signed a contract here, but as touching as that is, you've always been so annoying. Just let me do what I do! I don't even know why you're so concerned about me, it's not like we're friends or anything!
Chicken: Where's the doctor? I need to get out of here. My match is in a few hours!
Sweeney: I know you want to prove yourself, I know how badly you want to be a professional wrestler. But you've got to listen to reason. If you step in that ring with Brandon Nytrus, you're going to be annihilated!
He may be right. Many would consider this to be suicide. But I'm not backing down. I want to fight!
Sweeney: Dude, you've only been here a week, and already you've been beaten up by the likes of Primal and Jason Xavier, you've even been attacked in your own home! And now you want to face the guy that attacked you in his own turf? Seriously, there's no point. Why risk it? Why don't you just settle down and watch the show from here?
Here? In a hospital bed? No, I've been here far too many times, and I'm sick of the smell of hospitals. No, I don't belong here. I belong in a wrestling ring. That's where I should be, I'm not going to let you or that big moron tell me otherwise!
Chicken: No Sweeney. I've got to get ready. If that dickhead wants a piece of me, then he's going to get it!
Sweeney: Why can't you just let it go? Me and Tasha Jordan have already pressed charges. We should have that big lug in jail in no time. Can't you just take the week off or something?
Chicken: No! You can press charges after our match. That bully needs to be put in his place!
Sweeney: Chicken, you must be delirious. Just settle down, and we'll have this all taken care of.
Chicken: Quit treating me like a kid! I can take care of things myself!
Sweeney: Having someone break into your own home and beat the living crap out of you. Is that what you call taking care of things?
Yeah, thanks for reminding me Sweeney...
Sweeney: Dude, I've met this guy. He's more than twice your size. He is known as the Hardcore Icon for a reason. I know, I've researched him. He almost broke you in half the other day, and if you step into the ring with him, he's going to finish the job!
...as if I wasn't already shitting my pants!
Sweeney: Please, just sit this one out. It's not worth it.
Chicken: Yes it is! It's totally worth it! That giant pussy thinks he can attack me and just get away with it? I've taken so much shit over the years, and I'm sick of tired of being the pushover! When I first signed up here to become a professional wrestler, I was hoping that people would start treating me with dignity and respect, and I'm not going to let some stool sample do to me what everyone else has been doing for as long as I can remember! No more Sweeney! I'm not letting people just walk over me anymore! You can press as many charges as you want, you can sue him for all he's got, and you can throw his ass in jail, but before all that, I want a piece of him. I want to take it to him at his own game. He thinks he can just ambush me and get away with it? Well he can think again! As long as I still have a single breath in my broken body, I am going to make his life a living hell! He wants that Step Up title so badly? Well he's going to have to pry it from my cold dead fingers, because I'll be damned if he thinks that he's going to win that title before me! Sweeney, I am in it to win it, and I am going to make that sonofabitch suffer! Now if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to get out of this damn hospital!
Yeah...
Sweeney: Fine. I'll get the doctor.
You better had!