"Uh hey dude, I need a pack a camerls, non filter."

(So the dude grabs a pack laying them down and adds them in and says to me.)

Cashier
"That'll be nine twenty nine, need a bag?"

I just shake my head no and dig in my pocket pulling out some bills, give the dude a five and damn, three ones. I dig some more grabbing some change, ah, a quarter and a dime. He gives me the change and I toss it in my pocket, grab my cigs and vodka heading to the door. He wishes me well and wave, then head outside and uncap the vodka taking a big swig. I cap it and toss the bottle in my jacket, love these big ass pockets, great coat. I open my cigs and slide one out, pop it in my mouth and drops the pack in my pocket. Fishing out a lighter and sparking up that cig. Fucking New York, city dat never sleeps, whatever. Not a bad place, just overraterated, but still, I like wrestling here, especially being back in the garden, should be fun. Fucking lotta people, damn, oh hey, there's the hotel, good. I take some deep drags off my cig before flicking it down, then head inside the hotel, walk on up the stairs to the second floor and down the hall some to my room. Slide in the card and head on inside letting the door shut. I pull out my vodka and pull of my coat tossing it on the bed, then sit down on the edge of it slamming down a drink of vodka.)

"Alright all ya all muthafuckas, so where do I fucking begin?"

(Hmmmm...drinking down some more vodka now while I ponder that, damn, I shoulda got a fifth a dis shit, oh well. I just guzzle down the rest and toss the bottle to the trash missing it, but fuck it.)

"So lets fucking see here, alright, Chris fucking Harper, who da fuck are ya? Matter a fact, who the fuck are any a these dipshits? Well I heard a Bryan Ryan or whatever and Cyrus whats his name, but only cause I woned 'em both. I have heard a Jake King, more like a pawn or peon, but whatever. Kid looked good back in SEF, but dropped down quicker than a three dolla whore and faded out like the mountie. Anyways, Chrissy boy, so ya don't like me smoking weed huh, kind of a theme from a few people around here, a theme I run across through a lotta companies, the stoner dude sucks, he can't hang, he's too high to wrestle, he's low, dirty, a fucking degenrate, well ok, so maybe I am, well, I am, but I happen to know how to wrestle with the best. Former World Champ bitches, I ain't some kid, ain't been for a while, I ran around this world too many fucking times, I got fucking scars all over my body from the wars I been through, I took the hardcore assaults of Japan from some of the hardest muthafuckas in the business. I had my ass tossed around rings in more countries than I can count, though I can't count or read very much anyways, I been in a fuck of a lot, so fuck you Chris, ya don't like my weed smoking, sit on a fucking dick and spin bitch, its all your good at it."

(Goddamn it, I need some fucking weed now, how the fuck could I run out, ahhhh.)

"Blake Mason, ya lousy bastard, ya think I been lucky so far winning matches, dawg, two matches, one was only  dark match against a worthless jobber, it wasn't luck, it was the fact I faced no talent hacks kinda like everyone I gotta face Sunday! Luck ain't shit in this business, fuck luck and fuck you son, I make shit happen cause I'm good enough to do it. You just a busta looking at one future come Sunday, one of many losers to mister X to the fucking A!"

(Damn, who next now, fuck, can't believe that bitch Bryan spewing some gay shit, wanting it from behind, what he thinking, I'm some big nigger from cell block C?)

"Fuck dawg, Bryan Ryan Lying, ya fake ass ho, what the fuck is up with yo ass? Thinking I want that shit, man, what I want in SKCW is that fone bitch Kandy Kane, dat the ass I wanna tp, yours I'll just kick, course ya may get off on that shit, fuck it. I'll just knock ya out and keep ya awy from me, ya just a jobber anyways, just stay home and save a beating, bitch!"

(Is SKCW full a faggots, Bryan wanting it from me and this homo Scar wanting to fuck me, goddamn!)

"Can't believe this, Scar acting like some crazed homornal teenager drooling and foaming from the mouth wanting to hump me...damn man! On top a dat he says drugs are bad, please son, ya straight and gay at the same time, fucking basket case is all ya be, you the type who needs drug and needs 'em now, fucking little bitch, you gonna fucked up quick Sunday, you can't hang with the real X man!"

(What the fuck man, tis is some lame shit, I need some weed, fuck, I need to get laid...whoa, that's right, Susie ain;t far from here, maybe...so I hop up and walk over to the phone near the head a the bed, pick it up and look at the card for dialing out, alright, punching in the numbers and its ringing, yea bitch, pick up...c'mon...)

Susie on Phone
"Hello?"

"Yo Susie baby, its me X, what up girl?"

Susie on Phone
"Not a whole lot, just got in from a late night, where you at?"

"Few blocks away babe, staying at the holiday, why don't ya come on by and maybe bring some bud along, ya know?!"

Susie on Phone
"That all ya want?"

"Well ya know I want yo fine ass too, ya still working that club?"

Susie on Phone
"Yea, still there, still attracting every eye in the place."

"I believe it baby, so anyways, ya gonna come on by, room twenty two, just head to the seocnd floor-"

Susie on Phone
"Ok, give me a few to get something together and I'll come by, then maybe you can cum by...well in me!"

"Alright gorgeous, see ya then, peace."

Susie on Phone
"Bye!"

(And so I hang up the phone, damn she good, love dat girl. Ah anyways, I roll on to the bed and lay back, where was I?)

"Blake, huh, oh yea, two Blake's, this one being Johnson not related to Rocky or Dwayne and has no johnson, has no fucking balls. He been whining on and on about his life, fucking bitch was fat and got teased, crying about his girl dumping him or some shit, what the fuck? Ya goddamn bitch, grow up and get real son. So what if a bitch dumped ya, get over it. Ya think no one else ever been there and done that, goddamn. Ya think ya been the only kid who had problems, get over yourself, being teased about your fatass ain't shit. I don't know much about school, never really went let alone graduate, I was dragged across the country by my bitch ma, beaten nightly by her and those cheap bitches fucking her. When I finally ran away I was beat down by some kids in gangs, niggers whites, spics, they all picked on me and damn near killed, wishing they had sometimes, but fuck it, pussies couldn't take me out, fuck 'em! Just like them ain't no one Sundy gonna take me out. All that's gonna be taken is the fucking "Xtreme" Title and slung over my shoulder, so fuck y all fake ass tricks, real hardcore as cometo SKCW and on your Xmas celebration it comes in the form Xanthus, so fuck ya all!"

(Fucking punk fuck asshole, fuck 'em all...damn, hurry up Susie.)

"Cyrus whats his name, Zachary...whatever, not important enough. Ya claim I got lucky in beating, bitch, like I said a bit ago, luck has no place in this business, fuck luck and fuck you! The kid is you son and I'll expose that Sunday, you greener thn any weed I ever smoked, but just like any weed I got I'm a smoke yo ass and leave ya alying a bloody fucking mess! This my gig, I'm the only hardcore icon who gonna step in the ring Sunday and title or no title I'm a prove that. I don't a need gold to be the most hardcore guy in SKCW, hardcore ain't about winning titles, having win streaks, ain't about glory or glamour, just about being one touch muthafucker who dishes it out and takes it more than anyone else. Boys, I am that man and ya all seen shit yet, ya never faced a guy like me, maybe you'll clim ya have, but fact is ya don't know me, ya don't have a clue as to who your stepping in the ring with. Cyrus, ya call yourself the real deal, well kid, I was known as that, I was called that by my peers long, I was told that I was the real fucking deal, the original no gimmicks needed cause what ya see is what ya get with me, I m who I am in and out of the ring, I live it all exactly the same, I'm not a poser like any of ya cocksuckers. I live by the motto I lived by forever, No Care, No Gimmick...I got no care for any of ya all this Sunday, no care for own body, ya all gonna feel pain ya never felt before and I'll be honest, you gonna see me holding that fucking title up cause it may be what SKCW passesoff as xtreme, but once mister X to the a gets a hold it, it will finally become a real Xtreme Title and that ya all, that's a muthafucking shoot and a goddamn half, so fuck you and Merry fucking Christmas!"

(And I flip up both middle fingers now, yea, fuck 'em all, faggots. My hands drop down now, damn it, where dt girl at, I want weed and pussy, fuck! I stare up at the ceiling now, damn. I reach to my coat pulling out my cigs and lighter, pull oneout and light it in my mouth, then set the pack and lighter on the stand. I smoke away and start counting the tiles of the ceiling...fade to black.)