Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2014 23:59:09 GMT -6
{Blowing Chunks}
"Next up kiddies, TED!"
The crowd of kids at the local skating rink begin to cheer as the camera shoots into the workers locker room. A man stand there dressed in most of a costume, with the head on the seat next to him. The man next to him looks over and pats him on the shoulder.
"Ready T?"
The man places the Ted head on and gets to his feet. He looks to the man next to him and points at him before speaking.
"Just make sure you got that shit packed up and waiting for when I manage to get away from these little fucktards."
"Woah Tommy. Can't be negative when your out there man. Boss man is doing you a hue favor by letting you sleep in the storage room upstairs. Mess this up and it's back to the shelter for you."
"What ever you say Steven. Just have that shit ready."
Tommy takes one last look at his friend before he skates out of the room and onto the rink floor. He waves his arms in the air as the kids begin to scream and cheer. He slaps five with the kids before the birthday boy comes forward. He slaps five with him and music kicks in. Everyone sings happy birthday to the little boy at he stands there holding his stomach in pain. Tommy notices and begins to back away when the kid blows chunks all over the costume. Tommy freaks and blurts something out that he is going to regret.
"You little shit!"
The rink goes quite and shock enters the faces of all the adults around. Tommy skates off the floor and back into the locker room.
"Tommy what the fuck?!"
Tommy strips the costume off and walks over to the end table and opens the drawer.
"The little shit puked on me!"
"It's his birthday. He are too much cake and was speeding around the floor. Doesn't give you a right to curse in front of him. None the less at him."
Tommy shoots Steven a look and knows what this means. He instantly begins to pack what he can in the large duffle bag.
"Where you going?"
"To the shelter. After a stunt like that? Dad is definetly going to fire me ass again."
With that being said Tommy reaches in the drawer and pulls out some sort of smoking apparatus and lights. He takes a big drag and inhales.
"You said it yourself bro. I'm out of here. Now let me just go before all the beds get taken."
He takes another hit of the unknown drug in the smoking apparatus and places it in his bag.
"You did this to yourself Tommy. You always do this to yourself."
"Well if you had the damn bowl packed before i got dressed, I would of just laughed it off."
Steven shakes his head as Tommy begins walking towards the exit. He turns around as Steven responds to Tommy's bogus accusations.
"Being high doesn't cure everything Tommy. You act like it is the cure to all illness."
Tommy quickly turns back around and drops his bag on the floor for the moment.
"It is scientifically proven to help people with many serious conditions. Cancer, glaucoma, PTSD, and so on. Want me to keep going?"
"Don't bring this shit up again. You and your bullshit stress disorder. How long you going to hang on to that shit? It's been what? Seven or eight years and your still playing the victim card? Man the fuck up T."
"Do you forget the shit we had to do over there? You mean to tell me you don't have nightmares anymore?"
Tommy then reaches into his bag and lights the bowl and inhales a humungeous cloud of smoke. He exhales right in Steven's face. Steven waves his arm trying to clear some of the cloud of smoke away.
"Damn man. You know I hate that crap. Why you always got to do that?"
Steven just stands up and moves further away from Tommy.
"Of course I still have nightmares, but I learned to cope with it, without the help of some form of medicine. Why can't you do the same?"
Tommy takes another hit of the bowl, and finishes it off. He exhales the smoke the taps the bowl into the ashtray. The little hit if ash falls out and hit places the bowl back in his bag.
"Why not? I can go right to Woodbridge and get it legally. I got a prescription for it, an plus a little weed is a lot better than Xanax or some other pill. Them things will really mess you up worse. This is nothing. Plus only thing that really keeps my mind off the meth man. Would you rather me be doing that again?"
"Hell no."
"Than give me a damn break man. Shit will work its self out man."
Tommy goes to go walk out and pulls out his phone.
"Damn it! You kept me here so long the shelter is filled by now. Thanks a lot man. What the hell am I gunna do now?"
Steven sits there, trying to think if a way to help his brother.
"Well? This is on you now. You kept yapping away and I couldn't get out of here."
"Give me a damn sec."
Steven can't think of what to do and really begins to stress out. He looks over at his brother as Tommy looks like he is messig around with something inside his bag.
"What are you doing T?"
"Here take a hit. Then we will figure this out."
"You kidding me? Why do you always try to pass that shit to me knowing I turn it down every time? You know I don't mess with that shit."
"Eventually you will smoke the bowl. Eventually."
Tommy then shrugs his shoulders as he sparks up and takes a deep hit of the bowl.
"More for me than....."
He begins to cough and it all goes right in Steven's face.
"Fuck man. Enough with that shit already."
Tommy coughs for another minute or so before finally catching his breath.
"I coughed. You act like I turned in your general direction on purpose."
"I never know with you anymore. Now let's get going. I guess your sleeping at my place for the time being. Now let's get back there so we can hunt for work online for your bitch ass."
Tommy and Steven exit the skating rink as the scene fades to back.
{Words of a druggie.}
"You see me and my buddy went and found me some work. We went looking online and found a new wrestling promotion opening it's door soon.
So I have the bright idea to give them a call. They say they are interested in signing me. Only thing is there is one condition.
They want me to wear this wretched Ted costume.
Fucking serious? As much as I have been trying to get away from that evil thing, it's what they want, and they will be the one's cutting my check, so what choice do I really have?
I agree. I tell them to book me. And I go and get high. I go and get high to try and forget the fact I have to deal with this fucking Ted suit for an unknown amount of time. God knows how long I have to prance around in that thing and make it seem like I enjoy doing it. Lucky for me, I got my weed to keep me happy. Yes weed. Legal drug user I am!
So anyways, a couple days later I get a call from a Samuel Johnson. He is head of talent over at this Unchained Wrestling Alliance. So I get a call from Sam and he tells me we are all ready to go. He tells me I will be facing off against a man by the name of Nick Daniels in the main event of UWA's opening show.
Me? A main event we?
Fucking A!
I mean this is awesome. So what do I do? I go smoke up to celebrate! Who doesn't love to main event shows. Who cares if it's the first show. Who cares if the show bus being held at some small venue.
They placed me in the main event!
Against a man I know nothing about. A man many know nothing about. Except the fact he is trying to play like he lives in the real life Silent Hill. All mysterious. All mystic and deep about the words he speaks.
I mean go for it man. Whatever works for you, than keep on trucking my friend. I kept tabs in every superstar since I got signed.
So now I get to get in the ring with you. Joy to me right? I mean only place me in a match like this.
Shall be fun Nick.
Sure you may be looking down on me. Thinking you got this match in the bag and all. You may be right, but then again you also may be wrong.
Just because if the past drug use, you think you are going to destroy me? Well I got news for you Pal. This man never quits. Never had, never will!"
"Next up kiddies, TED!"
The crowd of kids at the local skating rink begin to cheer as the camera shoots into the workers locker room. A man stand there dressed in most of a costume, with the head on the seat next to him. The man next to him looks over and pats him on the shoulder.
"Ready T?"
The man places the Ted head on and gets to his feet. He looks to the man next to him and points at him before speaking.
"Just make sure you got that shit packed up and waiting for when I manage to get away from these little fucktards."
"Woah Tommy. Can't be negative when your out there man. Boss man is doing you a hue favor by letting you sleep in the storage room upstairs. Mess this up and it's back to the shelter for you."
"What ever you say Steven. Just have that shit ready."
Tommy takes one last look at his friend before he skates out of the room and onto the rink floor. He waves his arms in the air as the kids begin to scream and cheer. He slaps five with the kids before the birthday boy comes forward. He slaps five with him and music kicks in. Everyone sings happy birthday to the little boy at he stands there holding his stomach in pain. Tommy notices and begins to back away when the kid blows chunks all over the costume. Tommy freaks and blurts something out that he is going to regret.
"You little shit!"
The rink goes quite and shock enters the faces of all the adults around. Tommy skates off the floor and back into the locker room.
"Tommy what the fuck?!"
Tommy strips the costume off and walks over to the end table and opens the drawer.
"The little shit puked on me!"
"It's his birthday. He are too much cake and was speeding around the floor. Doesn't give you a right to curse in front of him. None the less at him."
Tommy shoots Steven a look and knows what this means. He instantly begins to pack what he can in the large duffle bag.
"Where you going?"
"To the shelter. After a stunt like that? Dad is definetly going to fire me ass again."
With that being said Tommy reaches in the drawer and pulls out some sort of smoking apparatus and lights. He takes a big drag and inhales.
"You said it yourself bro. I'm out of here. Now let me just go before all the beds get taken."
He takes another hit of the unknown drug in the smoking apparatus and places it in his bag.
"You did this to yourself Tommy. You always do this to yourself."
"Well if you had the damn bowl packed before i got dressed, I would of just laughed it off."
Steven shakes his head as Tommy begins walking towards the exit. He turns around as Steven responds to Tommy's bogus accusations.
"Being high doesn't cure everything Tommy. You act like it is the cure to all illness."
Tommy quickly turns back around and drops his bag on the floor for the moment.
"It is scientifically proven to help people with many serious conditions. Cancer, glaucoma, PTSD, and so on. Want me to keep going?"
"Don't bring this shit up again. You and your bullshit stress disorder. How long you going to hang on to that shit? It's been what? Seven or eight years and your still playing the victim card? Man the fuck up T."
"Do you forget the shit we had to do over there? You mean to tell me you don't have nightmares anymore?"
Tommy then reaches into his bag and lights the bowl and inhales a humungeous cloud of smoke. He exhales right in Steven's face. Steven waves his arm trying to clear some of the cloud of smoke away.
"Damn man. You know I hate that crap. Why you always got to do that?"
Steven just stands up and moves further away from Tommy.
"Of course I still have nightmares, but I learned to cope with it, without the help of some form of medicine. Why can't you do the same?"
Tommy takes another hit of the bowl, and finishes it off. He exhales the smoke the taps the bowl into the ashtray. The little hit if ash falls out and hit places the bowl back in his bag.
"Why not? I can go right to Woodbridge and get it legally. I got a prescription for it, an plus a little weed is a lot better than Xanax or some other pill. Them things will really mess you up worse. This is nothing. Plus only thing that really keeps my mind off the meth man. Would you rather me be doing that again?"
"Hell no."
"Than give me a damn break man. Shit will work its self out man."
Tommy goes to go walk out and pulls out his phone.
"Damn it! You kept me here so long the shelter is filled by now. Thanks a lot man. What the hell am I gunna do now?"
Steven sits there, trying to think if a way to help his brother.
"Well? This is on you now. You kept yapping away and I couldn't get out of here."
"Give me a damn sec."
Steven can't think of what to do and really begins to stress out. He looks over at his brother as Tommy looks like he is messig around with something inside his bag.
"What are you doing T?"
"Here take a hit. Then we will figure this out."
"You kidding me? Why do you always try to pass that shit to me knowing I turn it down every time? You know I don't mess with that shit."
"Eventually you will smoke the bowl. Eventually."
Tommy then shrugs his shoulders as he sparks up and takes a deep hit of the bowl.
"More for me than....."
He begins to cough and it all goes right in Steven's face.
"Fuck man. Enough with that shit already."
Tommy coughs for another minute or so before finally catching his breath.
"I coughed. You act like I turned in your general direction on purpose."
"I never know with you anymore. Now let's get going. I guess your sleeping at my place for the time being. Now let's get back there so we can hunt for work online for your bitch ass."
Tommy and Steven exit the skating rink as the scene fades to back.
{Words of a druggie.}
"You see me and my buddy went and found me some work. We went looking online and found a new wrestling promotion opening it's door soon.
So I have the bright idea to give them a call. They say they are interested in signing me. Only thing is there is one condition.
They want me to wear this wretched Ted costume.
Fucking serious? As much as I have been trying to get away from that evil thing, it's what they want, and they will be the one's cutting my check, so what choice do I really have?
I agree. I tell them to book me. And I go and get high. I go and get high to try and forget the fact I have to deal with this fucking Ted suit for an unknown amount of time. God knows how long I have to prance around in that thing and make it seem like I enjoy doing it. Lucky for me, I got my weed to keep me happy. Yes weed. Legal drug user I am!
So anyways, a couple days later I get a call from a Samuel Johnson. He is head of talent over at this Unchained Wrestling Alliance. So I get a call from Sam and he tells me we are all ready to go. He tells me I will be facing off against a man by the name of Nick Daniels in the main event of UWA's opening show.
Me? A main event we?
Fucking A!
I mean this is awesome. So what do I do? I go smoke up to celebrate! Who doesn't love to main event shows. Who cares if it's the first show. Who cares if the show bus being held at some small venue.
They placed me in the main event!
Against a man I know nothing about. A man many know nothing about. Except the fact he is trying to play like he lives in the real life Silent Hill. All mysterious. All mystic and deep about the words he speaks.
I mean go for it man. Whatever works for you, than keep on trucking my friend. I kept tabs in every superstar since I got signed.
So now I get to get in the ring with you. Joy to me right? I mean only place me in a match like this.
Shall be fun Nick.
Sure you may be looking down on me. Thinking you got this match in the bag and all. You may be right, but then again you also may be wrong.
Just because if the past drug use, you think you are going to destroy me? Well I got news for you Pal. This man never quits. Never had, never will!"