Post by Neptune on Sept 18, 2011 11:31:44 GMT -5
To say that I've never been this humiliated in my life would be one hell of an understatement. I mean, I've been beaten, bitten and squeezed to the point where I couldn't take it anymore and... gave in. I fucking gave in. I never give up and yet... KLAYTON GUNN managed to best me. I'm not going to stop trying to bring him down. He may be able to dismiss a lot of my attacks but one day... I'll find a crack in his armour and when I do, he will regret the day he met me.
BURNING SUN 2
I just had to get out of there.
The mansion, I mean. I felt like I couldn't breathe properly in that place. Well, that stupid fucking tiny room really. I can't believe he gave me such a shitty room. He really is out to hurt me that bastard. I hate him so fucking much.
Anyway, as I was saying, I wanted to get out and since I was out, I thought, you know what? I'm going to do some shopping to make that shitty room a bit more decent. I wanted to go to the gym and train a bit to prepare for my match against Nate Bishop and Chris Chris... but how could I when I had no place to recharge my batteries?
I thought it was going to be easy. But of course, when you think such things, it never comes true. It always comes to bite you where it hurts the most. Here's what happened to me today: I went to town, strolled around, trying to find some decent shop to get things from.
I found this really nice place that sold nice stuff to spice up rooms and shit. I thought great, it's perfect. So I look around, the nice salesgirl was helping me out too, which was nice. I get a few things off the shelf and it's all good.
I get to the counter. The nice salesgirl scans my items and tells me the price. Not too bad, a bit expensive perhaps, but I can afford it. I take out my bank card and we proceed with the transaction. You know where I'm going with this?
The worst thing that can happen in that situation actually fucking happened to me. She said those two horrible, HORRIBLE, words to me: "It's declined."
"Declined?" I said back, surprised. "That's impossible. I checked my balance a few days ago, I should have more than enough to cover this purchase."
The salesgirl smiled a bit awkwardly, suddenly losing interest in me as a customer (what a fucking bitch!) and commented, "You can always check again but I'm afraid I can't keep those items for you. It's not our store's policy."
I guess I must've been pretty obvious with the look I gave her because she stepped back and looked away, waiting for me to move along and exit her shop. I looked at my card and I mumbled something under my breath as I stormed out.
I didn't understand what happened.
Of course, I did what anybody else would've done, I went to the nearest ATM to check on my account balance. And of course, my heart was beating pretty fast as I was thinking somebody must've hacked into my account or something.
I think I might have actually gasped when I saw the balance displayed on screen: $0.00 - HOLY FUCKING SHIT! I HAVE BEEN ROBBED! HACKED! FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! I kicked the machine several times, people looked at me like I was some crazy person. I yelled at them to look elsewhere as I kicked the machine a few more times.
BURNING SUN 2
Next stop was obviously the bank. I can tell you it wasn't easy waiting in line to be served. I tried name dropping but they had no fucking clue who I was. I was seething. They even rolled their eyes at me when I said I was Neptune from the UWA. They clearly didn't give a shit. Morons!
After what seemed like forever, it was finally my turn. I sat down at the consultant's desk and we discussed what happened to my account.
"What the fuck happened? I just got paid and I had savings in there and now it's all gone. And believe me, I have not touched my money so... please... tell me you know where my fucking money went. Tell me it's some sort of mistake. A bank error or something," I said, almost panicked. I suddenly didn't have money, how would YOU feel if you were in my shoes?
"Well, sir," the consultant said, in his monotone voice, "it appears that you have closed your account with us. I can tell you that you transfered all of your money to another account two days ago."
I might have blinked or stared blankly at him because he looked at me as though I needed a glass of water or something.
"Wait... WHAT? That doesn't make any fucking sense! I didn't close my account! And I certainly did not transfer any of my fucking money! That's ridiculous! Come on! What the hell is wrong with you people? Don't you have security measures here? How the fuck did someone manage to close my fucking account and steal my money without ME here for identification or even to sign any fucking papers?!" I felt like I was ranting but I was actually very very VERY pissed off.
The consultant could see how agitated I was and I thought he was going to call security but instead he gave me a glass of water and showed me a document where... my signature appeared on the dotted line at the bottom. I stared at it for a good moment or so.
"That's your signature," said the consultant. "I do agree with you that our security measures here are a bit of a joke, but if you really haven't signed this, then I can call the police and start an investigation."
I looked back at the consultant and shook my head. "No, that won't be necessary," I said. "I know what happened and there's nothing I can do at the moment."
The consultant obviously was a bit taken aback by my sudden change in mood and tone of voice. He asked, "What do you mean? I thought you said you didn't sign it."
I lowered my eyes to the document in my hand. "No, I didn't sign it," I said. "But I know who did and I'll deal with it personally." I was staring down at the name of the account my money was transfered to. KLAYTON GUNN.
Handing back the document to the consultant, I got up and left the bank. I was shaking. Out of anger and shock. I thought, fuck's sake, he really is going to great lengths with me being his bitch deal. I wanted to kick something. Someone. Anyone. Badly. Very badly.
Good thing I have a match coming up soon. I'll be able to focus my anger and frustration on my opponents. Too bad for them. But today, after the bank, I just thought it'd be a waste of time to keep roaming about town with only $12 in cash. So I headed back to the mansion. I needed to have a chat with Klayton about this fucking thing he did.
BURNING SUN 2
When I got to the mansion, KLAYTON GUNN was there, sitting on his luxurious and very comfy looking couch, watching something on television. I don't even remember what was on at the time, I just remember being very angry and frustrated with his actions towards me.
"Good thing you're home, bitch," Klayton announced as he got up from the couch and looked at me. Without warning he got close to me and slapped me. He... fucking... slapped me!
"What the FUCK was that for?!" I asked back, violently.
He looked back at me with that smirk of his. Twisted, dark and full of unpredictable malice.
"You went out without asking my permission," he explained. "Now, do you think that's how I expect my bitch to act? My bitch runs everything by me."
I was in total disbelief. I don't why I was... I mean after all that he had done to me thus far, why would that be such a shock? But it was. I wanted to insult him and shit but I thought better of it and instead, I asked about the money.
"You STOLE my money! That's fucking illegal! I can have you arrested for that shit," I said, glaring at him. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't do just that. Yeah, and obviously you'll be put away and I won't have to deal with your sick shit ever again."
I smirked victoriously. It had just occured to me in that moment that I could have him put away. He messed up. But as I looked at him, I didn't see him cower in fear and getting ready to beg me not to call the cops. Instead, he shook his head and smirked his usual smirk.
"When is it going to go through that head of yours that," he approached me quicker than I thought he would and grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head back so he was looking down at me. I could feel his breath on my face. "You belong to me, bitch. Everything you own is now mine. In fact, I'm having my lawyers draw up the paperwork where you sign everything you own to me."
I winced from the pain of him holding my hair as I looked back at him and replied, "That's... that's not legal. You can't... you can't do that... I'll call the cops..."
Klayton smirked as though that was what he wanted to hear. "It's good that you're fighting this. I like crushing your ego and seeing you break slowly. Bit by bit." And after he said that, he showed me his free hand. He put it close to my face. "So, what was that about the cops?"
I looked at his face, then his face and mustered some bravery somehow but barely and replied, "You... you can't kill me. Obviously. So... really... you have no power over me."
Again, I could tell that that was what he wanted to hear. His smile turned into an almost twisted laugh as he placed his hand on my groin and looked at me right in the eyes.
"Again, my bitch, care to rethink your idea?" he asked. "You might want to call the cops but you won't. You know why? Not only because your ego will never allow anybody else to bring me down but also because... I OWN you."
As he said that, he clenched his fist on my balls and made me scream a high pitched scream. He held on tight and looked at me, enjoying my pain and laughing at my face.
Fuck my life.
BURNING SUN 2
I love how Gallos gives me shit for being a bitch and yet it is painfully obvious that Nathan Bishop is HIS bitch. Seriously, do you always do all the talking Gallos? You should rethink that strategy because quite frankly, you make Bishop look very bad. Go get your anger management issues sorted before you start running your mouth. You put all these ideas in Bishop's head, confusing him, and making him believe his own hype. That's just wrong. You're not doing him any favours at all. Bishop should dump you and he'd go much further in his career. Yeah, yeah, I know what you're going to say. You're going to brag about his record in the UWA, about how he's the TV champion. Big fucking whoop. I wasn't even in the battle royal, that's why he was able to get it.
But you know what, Bishop? You actually were lucky that the one you refer to as my "master" was eliminated by a fluke. That's right. I don't consider your victory such a big deal because it's based on odds and not on actual skill. You see, Bishop, when we'll face off in the ring, you won't win by throwing me over the top rope and you won't have other people to distract me with... I'll be focused on you. I know you're trying to get under my skin by insulting Klayton Gunn but seriously, do you realize that I think he's a complete and utter douchebag? I HATE him. I will have my revenge on him soon enough. But you Bishop, you won't be as lucky as him. You are not one of those people who can keep up with me. You won't even see my feet move and hit you in ten different places and make you feel like you're ready to puke and crawl to a happy place just so you can have a break from the pain.
I've heard that your partner Chris Chris isn't feeling all too well. He might not be at 100% this week. What a shame for you, Bishop. Though I expect you to claim that you can easily win this match just by yourself, which makes you look even more pathetic. But don't worry, once I beat you and believe there's nothing worse than to be beaten by someone who's been made a bitch by another man, you will know the true meaning of the word DEFEAT. You will be humiliated and broken. Gallos will look at you in disgust and try and get some new talent to be the next big thing. Bishop, you will be lying on the mat, wishing you were somewhere else. Somewhere else when you wouldn't be beaten on like a fucking beggar. You think you have this in the bag but you poor deluded fool - you couldn't be more wrong! I will mark the night in bold bloody red!
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