Deacon Cage. If you win this thing, it will still prove to me nothing that you are a talentless piece of shit. You beat me twice. GET OVER IT, BITCH. You are living in the past and full of shit. Get over yourself because yes, you are 9-1, yet you are still nothing, and always be nothing, since you won 7 of your matches in a time in RWA when there was absolutely no talent. You beat me, I left and the talent completely deflated. So shut the fuck up, and let the adults talk now.

Justin Paige. I've been in RWA and will always be in RWA longer than you, you little piece of shit. I've won three titles, one three times, and have won nine out of eighteen awards, some multiple times. I helped this company thrive as a senior executive, and as a wrestler. So shut the fuck up about things you do not know and here *hands over handgun to Justin Paige* shoot yourself in the face.

I am rolling on the floor laughing because KABAL FUCKING ROCKS. WORD TO YOUR MOTHER. I support Janitor's all the way. Janitor should be capitalized in every sentence when talking about Kabal.

Marshall Gates. Go have sex with your mother. No one likes you. And you suck at wrestler. Please. Go try something different because you can't handle RWA. Quitting ten thousand times. It gets you nowhere, besides the fact you have no talent. Okay? Thanks. Bye.

Andrew Flash. Your face makes me laugh. So does the fact that you think bringing out a monkey and acting like it's intimidating. Please. After Justin Paige is done with the gun, shoot yourself in the face too.

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.Scene. One. Breaking It Off. I woke up on a warm LA day. It had just rained the night before, and I could feel the humidity and head rush in through the open window beside my bed. The only problem was, Blair was right fucking next to me. I looked over and saw her and sighed, as she looked back at me.

"Don't you have to work today?"

"Yeah, but I decided to stay home and spend the day with you!"

And I rolled back over and closed my eyes, thinking about whether to tell the bitch who I hate about me cheating on her with her sister. It's funny because I could probably rip that whole family apart and Gwen could care less about everyone in it, asside from one sister, and one brother of hers. The annoying thing is, Gwen is working today. Which leaves me with three options: break it off with blair now, give her money for her to go out shopping, or *shivers* spend the day with her. And I'm surprised at myself for even giving three a chance. So I reckon more money comes out of my pocket, for her to go do whatever the fuck she wants. I hope she gets raped by a monkey. I rolled back around and looked at her, she opened her eyes and looked back at me. The only thing possibly good about her is that she is hot. But I generally like women who aren't fucking assbags.

"How about I give you lots of money and you go out shopping? I have uhh, RWA things to do and finances," I said with urgency. "Of course not," I acknowledged sternly.

"Okay. I'm going to go get dressed," she replied.

"Have fun," I answered. And that was it. I waited for her to get up and she drove away in a car. "Finances my ass," I mumbled as her car reached the end of my private road. I walked into the kitchen, only dressed in my briefs and popped two eggo waffles in the microwave, when I heard my cell phone ringing from way up the stairs in my bedroom. I ran up, and grabbed the cell phone, put on a pair of pants and shirt, then walked downstairs with it.

"Hello, baby," the caller began.

"Hello, Gwen," I replied.

"Blair gone?" She asked.

"Of course," I retorted.

"I really hate this god damn office. I do nothing but sit here, and take phone calls all day."

"Sounds like fun," I lilted.

"Yeah... Lots."

"Wish I could be there."

"I wish you could be here too."

"Listen. I have to go. Meet me here when you get off from work."

"What about Blair?"

"I'll take care of it today."

We then both hungup. Through a couple of weeks, I have gotten a lot of Blair's close, and all her fucking annoying gay shit and put it into a box. How she hasn't noticed, I do not not. But right now is the time to burn all this shit. I threw it out my window and anything brittle broke on the concrete. I then got a pack of matches, and walked outside to the drive way. I got Blair on the phone and attached the camera.

"Hey, baby," she said as she answered her phone.

"Don't call me that," I said.

"Why not?"

"Because... You'll know in a second."

I then lit a match and attached it to the whole pack, and threw it onto all he stuff. I heard screams from the other end as she watched the video on her cell phone. I grinned to myself, and quickly went into the garage grabbing a propein tank for the grill. I brought it out near the fire. I looked into the camera and said, "it's over bitch." The fire quickly move near the propein tank and the shit exploded, as I ran away, chuckling and grinning, ear to ear.

Scene.Two. Dinner

Gwen arrived a bit late, 6:30 for dinner that evening. I saw her get out of her car and she began walking up to my door, with her hair up. She wore a black sweater and blue faded jeans. Her eyes looked gorgeous in the little bit of sunlight that was left. She rang the doorbell, and I answered. She walked into my house cockily.

"Nice place," she said.

"I think it's a little bit more than nice, but I guess you could use that word to describe it," I answered.

"Mmm. Food smells good. What is that? Delivered pizza?"

"Of course. Only the best for you."

She then got closer to me, and began kissing me very lightly on the mouth, and I joined in. I tried reaching under her sweater, but she slowly put her left hand down, blocking it. She picked up her right hand in slowly waved it implying "no."

"You have to wait until after our luxurious dinner," she said in a seductive tone.

"Way to tease me."

"I just love doing it."

So we sat down and began eating our pizza. Gwen sat in the chair closest to the backdoor. Blair came storming in through that door and grab Gwen, and starting slapping her. Gwen then punched Blair in the side of the cheek, and Blair fell to the ground. She crawled back up and hit Gwen in the jaw. At that point, Gwen punched her again and I picked up Blair and through her out the backdoor, then locked it. And when I use the verb "thrown" I mean it. Blair then stormed away.

"Fucking bitch. I think she broke my god damn jaw," Gwen angerly shrieked.

"Want me to take you to the hospital?"

"The hospital is a waste of my time, and a waste of my hard earned money."

"Yeah, because sitting in an office and answered phone calls sounds like hellalotta hard work."

"It's very hard work," she paused then continued, "I have to deal with fucking idiots all day."

"Ah. Then that is hard work," I replied. And all of a sudden Gwen pushed me against the wall, rough. I love rough girls. She started kissing me furiously. OUT OF NOWHERE. This is what I love about this girl.

End