Post by Neptune on Sept 25, 2011 0:22:00 GMT -5
I felt so hungry. I tossed and turned on my dodgy and crappy bed. I hadn't had any food since lunch. Didn't have dinner because, well... I was too busy crying in my small room. I didn't even know if Klayton was in the mansion then. I just... couldn't deal with anything. I was a complete and utter mess.
Then of course, thinking about my big brother didn't help the sleeplessness at all. I wondered what he was thinking. I wondered if I'd ever speak to him again. I guessed not because I chose to stay. I chose to stay here as Klayton's bitch. What did that say about me? That I was weak? A coward? Sigh. I'd rather not think of it like that.
"I can't do this," I whispered to myself, feeling my stomach rumble. "I need to eat something. I'm not going to have a chance to sleep otherwise."
I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was barely a few minutes past two in the morning. I hoped that Klayton was either at Denise's or sound asleep in his room. I really didn't want him to hurt me anymore. I've had enough of pain for one day.
"I sound so pathetic," I said to myself. "If I met me now, I'd fucking bitchslap myself across the face and tell myself to get a grip and grow a fucking pair."
I felt tears of frustration well up in my eyes. Can you blame me? Can you judge me? I was a prisoner. I was powerless against a man who had no qualm in grabbing my balls and showing me just how much he was drunk on the power and dominance he had over me. And that was the least scary thing he could do to me. Even my sweat didn't phase him.
"Enough of this," I whispered angrily as I got up from my bed. I was wearing nothing but my black wrestling trunks. Didn't have a shower when we got back. I just dashed into my room and hid there. "I'll be quiet and he won't notice anything. He won't hear me. I can do this."
Even opening my bedroom door was one hell of a task. I really didn't want to make any noise so I was as quiet as I could. Once I was in the corridor, I walked slowly, veryyyyy slowly, on the tip of my bare toes, to the kitchen. There was only a dim light on. Good.
I thought it'd help me not knock something by accident and cause a ruckus like you see in the movies, you know. I went straight for the fridge. There was some pizza left over. Score. Probably what Klayton had for dinner. I grabbed the box and placed it on the kitchen table.
I was going to just grab a piece or two and dash back into my room... but just like before, he approached me without me knowing and scared the living hell out of me by grabbing my hair and pulling my head back. I gasped and I guess my eyes must've shown just how scared I was. He broke a sick smile.
"What do you think you're doing, bitch?" He asked, his voice cold and cruel. "I thought I made it clear you couldn't do anything without my permission. Have you not learned your lesson yet?"
Following my instincts, I placed my hands on my groin to protect my balls. They were still hurting from before. Then I looked at Klayton and I did my best to answer in a way that would please him... though I didn't know exactly how I was supposed to do that. It seemed that no matter what I say, he always finds a way to make me squeal.
"I'm sorry, I was just hungry," I said, my voice feeble and weak. A bit hazy even. "I didn't want to wake you up because it was so late. Please... I was just hungry... Don't hurt me. Please..."
He smiled his sick smile and answered, with malice, "I'll let you slide on that one." Then, keeping his grip on my hair, he grabbed a slice of pizza. "I don't want you starving, so I'll feed you, my bitch. I control everything you do. Even what you eat and how you eat it."
I looked at him, confused, as he took a bite of the pizza and chewed it in his mouth. He placed the rest of the slice back in the box so he could grab my jaw and force my mouth open. He then spit what he chewed into my mouth. I felt so sick and disgusted... I was ready to throw up. But I knew what would be the consquences of doing that and I didn't want to deal with them. So... I closed my mouth and ate it.
Klayton smiled with satisfaction. "You can be such a good bitch sometimes. Isn't it easier when you just accept that I own you?" He grabbed that same slice from before and asked, "Tell me, bitch, do you want more?" There was that sick look in his eyes. That look that said he was enjoying having me at his mercy like that.
I looked back at him and nodded. He let out a victorious chuckle and took another bite of the pizza slice and repeated the same process as before. He had such power over me. The things he was putting me through.
One day... he will pay.
NEPTUNE'S BLOG: THE CHOICES WE MAKE
Some people really make me sick.
I have been on a weird ride since I entered the UWA. I came here with a certain state of mind; I wanted to be on top of the highest mountain and laugh at the morons trying to climb to me and take me off my spot. I truly believed that no one would ever be able to handle the most lethal feet in this business. Oh, how I believed all that...
But look at me now. I’ve turned into a mess, a complete and utter bitch for Klayton Gunn. If I had been told that before joining the UWA, I would’ve laughed it off as one of the many empty threats I’ve received since I entered this game. This... industry. I’ve heard really bad threats before, anything from promises to break me apart to making me scream for mercy. I never thought any of them would come true.
Enter Klayton Gunn. One of the sickest and weirdest people I have ever met. Actually, no... make that THE sickest person I have ever met. Nobody has come at me the way he has and I don’t think he’s a dime a dozen. He’s an unique individual and that makes me feel better. It means I won’t have to worry about somebody else pulling the same crap he did on me. I might be his bitch now... but I am working on changing that.
For now though, I will focus on other things. On my other goals. I still want to be on top of the highest mountain and look down on others. My ego won’t let me have it any other way. That’s why I was insulted last week when I was placed in a fucking tag match. It may have been the main event but it was a bitter pill to swallow. I only have myself to blame, of course. But still... I am angry and annoyed. I worked hard during that match. I really did. It was like a handicap match. Me against Chris Chris and Nate Bishop.
I failed to secure the win. Not because I wasn’t good enough. Because my tag partner let me down. The fucker seemed out of it for most of the match. He didn’t even bother to talk to me about any sort of strategies or anything. He just showed up, which by the way was a fucking surprise, and got his ass kicked. He was of no help at all. NONE. All he did was cost me the match. I could’ve won it. But no... he went and got his fucking ass pinned for the one, two, three. Fuck you, Santiago. FUCK YOU.
Yes, I know, I’m a bit vulgar. If my cursing annoys you and makes you uncomfortable, go fucking choke on a pigeon. I know I don’t need to use a foul language to express my anger but it feels fucking good to do so. And now, I’m looking at you, Santiago. I heard what you had to say and what a surprise, you shift the blame on me. ME. I actually worked hard for our match, what did you do? You kept your fucking mouth shut all week and then showed up to give a half assed performance. And then you have the fucking nerve to tell me off for thinking lowly of our match? You fucking piece of shit. You’re nothing more than a washed up has been. Seriously.
You come at me, Santiago, with all of your bullshit and you actually believe your own hype. You’re a legend? Really? Well, how come you got your ass handed to you, motherfucker? How come you were thrown around the ring like a damn rag doll? You were pathetic, your skills were laughable at best and the crowd felt sorry for me. You know why? Because they could tell (as it was THAT obvious) I was the more talented one. They wanted ME to win. But you were the problem. You caused our loss. And instead of admitting to fucking up big time, you choose to be a fucking coward and blame somebody else for your shortcomings. You damn sore loser.
When I kick your ass at Rush Hour this week, who are you going to blame? Will it be the crowd for being too loud? Will it be the ring for being too slippery? Will it be the referee for not being fast or efficient enough? The list goes on and on. You’re that predictable, Santiago, that everybody knows you’re coming into this match with an excuse already made up in your mind for when I make you tap like a bitch. You can threaten me all you want with your shitty ass finisher and trademark moves, it won’t change the fact that I am better than you.
You want to call me out on being Klayton’s bitch? Please, knock yourself out. I admit more than happily that I can’t fucking beat Klayton. I admit that he has absolute power over me. Does this make me a lesser threat to other wrestlers? He’s the only one who has been able to make me scream so far. He will be the one and only. You are not even on his level. You’re a so called legend and yet there’s nothing legendary about you. You’re an old fuck clinging on the little tiny piece of fame that he has left. Yes, I’m Klayton’s bitch, but I will be your fucking nightmare. You better believe it, you retarded fuck.
I might not have a win so far on my UWA record, but you know what I do have? The choice. I can choose to wallow in self-pity and allow what happened with Klayton destroy my career OR... I can rise up and be an even bigger threat than ever before in the UWA. After having my balls constantly tortured by Klayton, I am more than angry and frustrated enough to find the strength, the bloodlust and the power to destroy anybody who stands in my way. I am not letting any other man or woman walk all over me. Not gonna happen again.
You underestimate the fuck out of me, Santiago and that’s your second mistake. Your first mistake was to piss me off by half assing your performance in our match, that’s just fucking wrong. Your third mistake? Spending more time worrying about Nate Bishop and the other fuckers in the UWA rather than focusing your attention on me. But I get it, I’m no one to you. Why would you care? You half assed the tag match, why should I expect any better for our one on one? You’re making this real easy for me. Hope you don’t mind getting your supposedly legendary ass kicked by Klayton’s bitch. That will hurt your fucking ego for sure. Believe me, it will make me happy to see someone else’s ego get fucking owned for once. I’m tired of being the one getting hurt.
That’s why people like you make me sick, Santiago. You call yourself a legend and yet I have not heard of your sorry ass name. You call yourself a legend and yet the only legendary thing about you was the major ass kicking you got. Why exactly should I consider you any better than anybody else on the roster? You haven’t given me any reason to even give you any sort of credit. I might be someone’s bitch, but at least it seems that I gathered much more respect than you. Do you think people actually think you got this in the bag? Wake up and smell the bitter taste of your fucking bubble getting smashed. You’re not the favourite to win. You’re barely even registering on the UWA radar with the lackluster performance you gave this past week.
Seriously, Santiago, what makes you think so highly of your sorry ass skills? I mean, it’s not like you carried our team. I know you desperately WANT to think so, but it doesn’t make it true. I am the one who carried our fucking team. The UWA fans know that, the others at the back know it, and in all honesty, Santiago, even you know it. Don’t try and pretend like you were amazing in the ring against those two dickheads. You were out of breath, you were trying so hard to stay conscious... Seriously, who are you trying to fool? Nobody is buying into your bullshit. You can try as much as you can, you can repeat it over and over again, it still won’t make people believe you. You FAILED to impress. You fucking FAILED.
Don’t you get it, Santiago? You got no respect. With this match, you’re the one with the most to lose. You do realize that, right? When you’re alone with your thoughts, do you realize that? You call yourself a legend and proved to be a fucking failure. This match will either cement you into complete loserdom or allow you to move forward in the company. But even that isn’t going to make you admit to fucking up, right? You’d rather be in denial and blame others for your failure. You’re more in denial than people swimming in Egypt. And that’s why, this week, I will defeat you and humiliate your legendary ass.
I am NEPTUNE and I will mark the night in bold – bloody – RED!
[/size]
