Post by Neptune on Sept 14, 2011 7:21:45 GMT -5
I have to admit that losing to Klayton Gunn was a huge blow to my ego. Especially after what he had done to me earlier. I thought that if I regrouped and did better that I would be able to beat him. Unfortunately, he bested me. I can’t believe it but he bested me. And now, he has me right where he wants me. In the palm of his hands. I’m forced to be his slave or his “bitch” as he calls me. You have no idea how humiliating that is. You have no fucking idea. I will have my revenge. But for now, he has me as his bitch and that’s that.[/size]
BURNING SUN
The promo opens on NEPTUNE walking down a gravel road towards a rather imposing building. It’s a mansion. It looks sort of creepy but well kept. NEPTUNE stares at it, looking rather apprehensive. With a deep breath, he walks up the steps and rings the door bell.
Soon enough, the owner of the mansion opens the entrance door to the young UWA superstar. With a smirk on his face, KLAYTON GUNN says, “Welcome to your new home, bitch.”
KLAYTON steps aside to let his bitch in. NEPTUNE frowns at the mention of the b word but doesn’t say anything. He walks in, looking around as he does so. The mansion looks just as impressive inside as it does outside. And still... there was a feeling of creepiness. Well kept creepiness.
Without any warning, KLAYTON grabs NEPTUNE by his hair and pulls his head back slightly. KLAYTON looks into NEPTUNE’s face as he winces from the pain and smirks. He says, “You are five minutes late. Don’t ever keep your Master waiting. Understood?”
Whatever anger NEPTUNE is feeling, he keeps it inside. He knows there’s no point in arguing with KLAYTON right now. So he does what has to be done and nods. But KLAYTON shakes his head and pulls his hair just a bit harder. NEPTUNE gets the message and reluctantly replies, “Understood... Master.”
Satisfied, KLAYTON lets go of his bitch’s hair. NEPTUNE rubs the back of his head and catches his breath. KLAYTON motions for NEPTUNE to follow him as he takes him to the room he’ll be using from now on in the mansion.
The room is kind of smallish, with the basic necessities. A dodgy looking bed, a closet that looks like it needs to be cleaned all the way to its atomic level and a simple desk and chair. Oh, and a lamp. Very tacky lamp.
“W-what is this? I’m not living in this shitty room!” NEPTUNE can’t help himself but protest.
KLAYTON turns to face NEPTUNE and tilts his head slightly to the side. “What was that just now, bitch? Did I hear you complain? Tell me I didn’t hear you complain just now.”
NEPTUNE sees the look in KLAYTON’s eyes and seems wary of it. But still, he says, “I’m just saying... surely there must be a better room than this in this huge fucking mansion. Come on, man. Have you not humiliated me enough already?”
With his trademark twisted smirk on his face, KLAYTON gets closer to NEPTUNE. So close that NEPTUNE can feel his breath on his face. But KLAYTON doesn’t do anything, he merely says, “Not even close. We have only just begun. That’s why I’m going to give you some time to settle in your room. I’ll give you something to whine about soon enough, bitch.”
Laughing a little bit creepily, KLAYTON walks out of the room, closing the door behind him.
NEPTUNE looks around and feels defeated by what is happening to him. He sighs and drops his suitcase on the dodgy bed. He has never been so humiliated in his life.
He sits on the edge of the bed, looking down at his feet. They betrayed him against Klayton Gunn. Hopefully that was just a fluke. Hopefully this week, in the tag match he has been signed onto... they will show just how lethal they can be.
Oh.
There’s a window in the room. NEPTUNE just noticed it. Now the feeling that he has just been put in his jail is complete. Gaaah. He shakes the feeling off and opens his suitcase. He takes out his laptop and sets it up on the desk. Fortunately he has mobile internet so no need to ask Klayton for his connection. Plug the charger in and the laptop is booting up.
Apparently he has some free time before Klayton comes back so... time to write a blog. That might help him feel better. Who knows.
NEPTUNE’S BLOG: A BURNING SUN
Here I am, in my new home, writing my first blog in the UWA. I know what you’re thinking: what the hell is this guy about? I mean, before I even stepped into the ring, I have already been made someone’s bitch. Not a great way to start my time here, that’s for sure. But what’s done is done and right now, there is nothing I can do about it. All I can do is use the rage I have inside right now and focus its devastating power onto my opponents this week. I say opponents because guess what? I’m in a tag team match.
I guess the powers that be don’t really see me as a genuine threat. Why else would they put me in a fucking tag match? Tag match is like the TV of the wrestling industry. The singles matches are the movies, the big screen and tag teams are just the television shows, the place where movie stars come to die or wannabe movie stars stay on because they can’t do anything else. Basically, it fucking sucks.
I do feel like shit about this but I’m not going to let it beat me down. I already have Klayton Gunn for that. Time for ME to do the fucking beating. So this week I’m paired up with Santiago, also known as Black Charisma and we’re facing Nate Bishop and Chris Chris. Sounds fun, doesn’t it? Ugh.
Nate Bishop, from what I’ve heard, you’ve come back from being injured or some shit like that. Guess having a sob story helps sell your image, doesn’t it? I admit, I don’t know much about your past and I don’t really care to know. You know why? Because I’m facing you now, not then. And I have watched the footage from your last match. I gotta say, I’m not impressed. Yeah, I know, you won your match, but barely. You looked like you were ready to throw in the towel and walk away. Pathetic. And yeah, I know, you’re the TV champion. Well done. Now we have a sorry excuse for a wrestler as the champion. Don’t worry though, I’ll bring some glory back to the UWA. You won’t stay champion for long. You got lucky and your luck is about to run out, dickhead. You’re an absolute mess and I’ll be more than happy to send you back to the hospital with my lethal feet. You won’t know what true pain is until you face me in the ring, douchebag.
Then we have Chris Chris. A stupid name for a rather mediocre wrestler. He got beaten by a girl. By a GIRL! Fucking shame on you, Chris. How did you let that happen? How did you manage to let her win the battle royal like that? I’ll tell you why, you twat. You’re a fucking loser. You’re not even a man. And that’s coming from someone who’s been made a bitch. Seriously. What the hell is wrong with you Chris? Gah. I will definitely enjoy kicking your ass this week. You disgust me. How did you even get signed in this company with such an obvious lack of talent? Beaten by a mere girl... Can’t fucking believe it. You deserve to be fucking bitch slapped.
Santiago, I don’t know much about you except that you’re some sort of dark soul or evil person. That’s good to hear. Hopefully you’ll bring your A game to this match and destroy those two losers. I’ve seen your bio on the UWA website and you sound promising. I even watched that promo you did for the battle royal and I was relieved to see that you had more presence and more charisma (see what I did there?) than our opponents combined. I am a fucking great fighter. Don’t let this past week be a reflection of what I can do. I’m going to show the UWA that I’m more than Klayton’s bitch. I can be a fucking devastating threat as well.
I might have some shit going on outside the ring with Klayton but believe me, it won’t affect my performance in the ring. To the contrary, it will give me an edge as I have a monster inside of me that’s hungry. A monster fuelled by rage. I’m ready to go berserk on Nate Bishop and Chris Chris. They think they have it in the bag because of my image being shattered by Klayton, but they’ll see just how wrong they are to assume I’m not a genuine threat. I don’t care that one is a champion and the other a fool. I’ll crush both of them and mark the night in bold bloody fucking red![/size]
BURNING SUN
The promo opens on NEPTUNE walking down a gravel road towards a rather imposing building. It’s a mansion. It looks sort of creepy but well kept. NEPTUNE stares at it, looking rather apprehensive. With a deep breath, he walks up the steps and rings the door bell.
Soon enough, the owner of the mansion opens the entrance door to the young UWA superstar. With a smirk on his face, KLAYTON GUNN says, “Welcome to your new home, bitch.”
KLAYTON steps aside to let his bitch in. NEPTUNE frowns at the mention of the b word but doesn’t say anything. He walks in, looking around as he does so. The mansion looks just as impressive inside as it does outside. And still... there was a feeling of creepiness. Well kept creepiness.
Without any warning, KLAYTON grabs NEPTUNE by his hair and pulls his head back slightly. KLAYTON looks into NEPTUNE’s face as he winces from the pain and smirks. He says, “You are five minutes late. Don’t ever keep your Master waiting. Understood?”
Whatever anger NEPTUNE is feeling, he keeps it inside. He knows there’s no point in arguing with KLAYTON right now. So he does what has to be done and nods. But KLAYTON shakes his head and pulls his hair just a bit harder. NEPTUNE gets the message and reluctantly replies, “Understood... Master.”
Satisfied, KLAYTON lets go of his bitch’s hair. NEPTUNE rubs the back of his head and catches his breath. KLAYTON motions for NEPTUNE to follow him as he takes him to the room he’ll be using from now on in the mansion.
The room is kind of smallish, with the basic necessities. A dodgy looking bed, a closet that looks like it needs to be cleaned all the way to its atomic level and a simple desk and chair. Oh, and a lamp. Very tacky lamp.
“W-what is this? I’m not living in this shitty room!” NEPTUNE can’t help himself but protest.
KLAYTON turns to face NEPTUNE and tilts his head slightly to the side. “What was that just now, bitch? Did I hear you complain? Tell me I didn’t hear you complain just now.”
NEPTUNE sees the look in KLAYTON’s eyes and seems wary of it. But still, he says, “I’m just saying... surely there must be a better room than this in this huge fucking mansion. Come on, man. Have you not humiliated me enough already?”
With his trademark twisted smirk on his face, KLAYTON gets closer to NEPTUNE. So close that NEPTUNE can feel his breath on his face. But KLAYTON doesn’t do anything, he merely says, “Not even close. We have only just begun. That’s why I’m going to give you some time to settle in your room. I’ll give you something to whine about soon enough, bitch.”
Laughing a little bit creepily, KLAYTON walks out of the room, closing the door behind him.
NEPTUNE looks around and feels defeated by what is happening to him. He sighs and drops his suitcase on the dodgy bed. He has never been so humiliated in his life.
He sits on the edge of the bed, looking down at his feet. They betrayed him against Klayton Gunn. Hopefully that was just a fluke. Hopefully this week, in the tag match he has been signed onto... they will show just how lethal they can be.
Oh.
There’s a window in the room. NEPTUNE just noticed it. Now the feeling that he has just been put in his jail is complete. Gaaah. He shakes the feeling off and opens his suitcase. He takes out his laptop and sets it up on the desk. Fortunately he has mobile internet so no need to ask Klayton for his connection. Plug the charger in and the laptop is booting up.
Apparently he has some free time before Klayton comes back so... time to write a blog. That might help him feel better. Who knows.
NEPTUNE’S BLOG: A BURNING SUN
Here I am, in my new home, writing my first blog in the UWA. I know what you’re thinking: what the hell is this guy about? I mean, before I even stepped into the ring, I have already been made someone’s bitch. Not a great way to start my time here, that’s for sure. But what’s done is done and right now, there is nothing I can do about it. All I can do is use the rage I have inside right now and focus its devastating power onto my opponents this week. I say opponents because guess what? I’m in a tag team match.
I guess the powers that be don’t really see me as a genuine threat. Why else would they put me in a fucking tag match? Tag match is like the TV of the wrestling industry. The singles matches are the movies, the big screen and tag teams are just the television shows, the place where movie stars come to die or wannabe movie stars stay on because they can’t do anything else. Basically, it fucking sucks.
I do feel like shit about this but I’m not going to let it beat me down. I already have Klayton Gunn for that. Time for ME to do the fucking beating. So this week I’m paired up with Santiago, also known as Black Charisma and we’re facing Nate Bishop and Chris Chris. Sounds fun, doesn’t it? Ugh.
Nate Bishop, from what I’ve heard, you’ve come back from being injured or some shit like that. Guess having a sob story helps sell your image, doesn’t it? I admit, I don’t know much about your past and I don’t really care to know. You know why? Because I’m facing you now, not then. And I have watched the footage from your last match. I gotta say, I’m not impressed. Yeah, I know, you won your match, but barely. You looked like you were ready to throw in the towel and walk away. Pathetic. And yeah, I know, you’re the TV champion. Well done. Now we have a sorry excuse for a wrestler as the champion. Don’t worry though, I’ll bring some glory back to the UWA. You won’t stay champion for long. You got lucky and your luck is about to run out, dickhead. You’re an absolute mess and I’ll be more than happy to send you back to the hospital with my lethal feet. You won’t know what true pain is until you face me in the ring, douchebag.
Then we have Chris Chris. A stupid name for a rather mediocre wrestler. He got beaten by a girl. By a GIRL! Fucking shame on you, Chris. How did you let that happen? How did you manage to let her win the battle royal like that? I’ll tell you why, you twat. You’re a fucking loser. You’re not even a man. And that’s coming from someone who’s been made a bitch. Seriously. What the hell is wrong with you Chris? Gah. I will definitely enjoy kicking your ass this week. You disgust me. How did you even get signed in this company with such an obvious lack of talent? Beaten by a mere girl... Can’t fucking believe it. You deserve to be fucking bitch slapped.
Santiago, I don’t know much about you except that you’re some sort of dark soul or evil person. That’s good to hear. Hopefully you’ll bring your A game to this match and destroy those two losers. I’ve seen your bio on the UWA website and you sound promising. I even watched that promo you did for the battle royal and I was relieved to see that you had more presence and more charisma (see what I did there?) than our opponents combined. I am a fucking great fighter. Don’t let this past week be a reflection of what I can do. I’m going to show the UWA that I’m more than Klayton’s bitch. I can be a fucking devastating threat as well.
I might have some shit going on outside the ring with Klayton but believe me, it won’t affect my performance in the ring. To the contrary, it will give me an edge as I have a monster inside of me that’s hungry. A monster fuelled by rage. I’m ready to go berserk on Nate Bishop and Chris Chris. They think they have it in the bag because of my image being shattered by Klayton, but they’ll see just how wrong they are to assume I’m not a genuine threat. I don’t care that one is a champion and the other a fool. I’ll crush both of them and mark the night in bold bloody fucking red![/size]
