Post by The Hard Core Society on Apr 29, 2016 7:59:35 GMT
ON CAMERA - POST WICKED #9 - PAW PARK BACKLOT
Yup, here the fuck I am sitting on a crate in front of a fence. Am I celebrating a victory? Fuck no, but then again, I wasn't the sorry fucker who got pinned by Kelsey Spencer either. I'm just sitting here in my regular duds wanting to get a couple things off my chest before I officially go home for the night.
You'd think by now that I could control my temper long enough to ensure a victory in that ring, but I guess we're all prone to making mistakes. You see, I don't let the anger control me so much as fuel me. Then again, Trixie is an annoying cunt who deserved to get her face bashed in.
I look down upon the ground, thinking about how stupid my miss step was. Oh well, that's how these fucking matches go.
I'll let Kelsey Spencer have this one. As I said, this simply means that I have more steps forward to take to get to my ultimate goal. One day, I will meet Kelsey in a more intimate, one on one setting and trust me when I say, that bitch won't survive my full, undivided attention. She barely survived me with distractions.
Then my thoughts drift to that chicken shit motherfucker who's hiding in the shadows and pretending he's Batman or some shit. Fucking pussy ass cunt...
There is another player that needs to be addressed. This shadow, following me around and harassing me. Hey, Shadow boy, I have my own business to deal with and trust me when I say this, you're not as crafty or brilliant as you think you are. I don't need fucking headgames. I don't make threats. I either do it or don't, there is no half assing shit with me. So if you're going to be my executioner, make your fucking move and regret it or fuck off. Oh and Shadow boy, if you knew me and my crimes, then motherfucker, you'd know well enough to keep that cock holster of yours shut and stay away. Don't give me a reason to give a shit, because if you do... You might as well pick your cemetary plot because you won't get the priviledge of seeing the end of 2016.
I know the grin that just popped up on my face is psychotic as fuck. That's because I want this fucker to try something. I need him to try something. I'd fucking love for this fucker to try and deliver on his execution threat.
Please... oh pretty fucking please... give me a reason, kid. Give me a reason to legally murder you on a world-wide youtube broadcast. You're a wanna' be punk ass Batman and I'm a Stone Cold Joker who will beat you to death with a crowbar as if you're name was Robin.
Snickering, I wipe my thumb across my nose to satisfy a little itch. Oh yes, I'm dying for this confrontation.
...and Shadow Boy, keep pretending you're this bad motherfucker, but remember... I'm easy to find and I don't hide. I'll be right out in the open, anytime you want, any place you want. The minute I know who the fuck you are though, your ass is fucking dead. I won't wait, I won't play games, I'll get in your fucking face and own your ass because that's what I do to little punk bitches who hide. I find you, I look you in the eye, and I break your goddamned face.
I slide off that box, getting tired of sitting. The smile fades from my face as I stare hard into the camera now. Goddamned that scowl looks scary in the view finder. Never noticed before, but then I'm not some pussy who has to scowl in a mirror all the time to practice and perfect that intimidating look.
Ask the three stooges I beat the fuck out of a couple hours ago. Sure, Kelsey won the match but do you really think she'll be eager to step in the ring with me a second time? Ask Luke Knux how his face is doing after I showed him the reward for making a song about Ass Raping me. Ask Tapioca Joe why men shouldn't shake hands with motherfuckers they don't know. Shadow Boy, keep hiding if you want to stay breathing.
I've probably repeated myself a couple times, but who the fuck cares? I'm shooting this piece of shit on my own time. I walk up to the camera and flick it off, feeling my point was made. Guess it's finally time I went home. I'm sure Alexandra is getting tired waiting in the parking lot for my ass to get there.
Yup, here the fuck I am sitting on a crate in front of a fence. Am I celebrating a victory? Fuck no, but then again, I wasn't the sorry fucker who got pinned by Kelsey Spencer either. I'm just sitting here in my regular duds wanting to get a couple things off my chest before I officially go home for the night.
You'd think by now that I could control my temper long enough to ensure a victory in that ring, but I guess we're all prone to making mistakes. You see, I don't let the anger control me so much as fuel me. Then again, Trixie is an annoying cunt who deserved to get her face bashed in.
I look down upon the ground, thinking about how stupid my miss step was. Oh well, that's how these fucking matches go.
I'll let Kelsey Spencer have this one. As I said, this simply means that I have more steps forward to take to get to my ultimate goal. One day, I will meet Kelsey in a more intimate, one on one setting and trust me when I say, that bitch won't survive my full, undivided attention. She barely survived me with distractions.
Then my thoughts drift to that chicken shit motherfucker who's hiding in the shadows and pretending he's Batman or some shit. Fucking pussy ass cunt...
There is another player that needs to be addressed. This shadow, following me around and harassing me. Hey, Shadow boy, I have my own business to deal with and trust me when I say this, you're not as crafty or brilliant as you think you are. I don't need fucking headgames. I don't make threats. I either do it or don't, there is no half assing shit with me. So if you're going to be my executioner, make your fucking move and regret it or fuck off. Oh and Shadow boy, if you knew me and my crimes, then motherfucker, you'd know well enough to keep that cock holster of yours shut and stay away. Don't give me a reason to give a shit, because if you do... You might as well pick your cemetary plot because you won't get the priviledge of seeing the end of 2016.
I know the grin that just popped up on my face is psychotic as fuck. That's because I want this fucker to try something. I need him to try something. I'd fucking love for this fucker to try and deliver on his execution threat.
Please... oh pretty fucking please... give me a reason, kid. Give me a reason to legally murder you on a world-wide youtube broadcast. You're a wanna' be punk ass Batman and I'm a Stone Cold Joker who will beat you to death with a crowbar as if you're name was Robin.
Snickering, I wipe my thumb across my nose to satisfy a little itch. Oh yes, I'm dying for this confrontation.
...and Shadow Boy, keep pretending you're this bad motherfucker, but remember... I'm easy to find and I don't hide. I'll be right out in the open, anytime you want, any place you want. The minute I know who the fuck you are though, your ass is fucking dead. I won't wait, I won't play games, I'll get in your fucking face and own your ass because that's what I do to little punk bitches who hide. I find you, I look you in the eye, and I break your goddamned face.
I slide off that box, getting tired of sitting. The smile fades from my face as I stare hard into the camera now. Goddamned that scowl looks scary in the view finder. Never noticed before, but then I'm not some pussy who has to scowl in a mirror all the time to practice and perfect that intimidating look.
Ask the three stooges I beat the fuck out of a couple hours ago. Sure, Kelsey won the match but do you really think she'll be eager to step in the ring with me a second time? Ask Luke Knux how his face is doing after I showed him the reward for making a song about Ass Raping me. Ask Tapioca Joe why men shouldn't shake hands with motherfuckers they don't know. Shadow Boy, keep hiding if you want to stay breathing.
I've probably repeated myself a couple times, but who the fuck cares? I'm shooting this piece of shit on my own time. I walk up to the camera and flick it off, feeling my point was made. Guess it's finally time I went home. I'm sure Alexandra is getting tired waiting in the parking lot for my ass to get there.