Post by MG Cage on Jul 31, 2012 23:59:48 GMT
*NOTE: Play this while reading for dramatic affect*
GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!!
It wasn't suppose to be caught on camera, but the I:W interviewer that was about to walk into his room caught it. She stepped back and stood at the door with the camera pointed in long enough to see Cage's breakdown. There were scattered chairs, 3 of the doors to the lockers in his room were broken off, and there were several large sized holes in the walls. Cage was sitting in a chair in the middle of the ring, hyperventilating, dripping with sweat. It was apparent that Cage was the cause of all the destruction in the room, but no one knew why.
Every.... fucking time..... they must have something a-fucking-gainst me in this damn company...
It was about to happen. After months and months of Cage's anger not being able to be controlled, he was at the breaking point.
FUCK ALL OF THIS!
Every.... fucking time I get close.... they always fuck me over... why me huh?
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cage got up and threw the chair he was sitting on at the TV in the corner of the room, shattering it.
He started to wonder why he was even still in the company. No, that was obvious, he still had ass to kick and names to take. But at this point, it was like two steps forward and thirty backwards. This isn't what he signed up for, to play company politics, Lionheart knew he was gonna win that match, but considering what happened to the last belt Cage held and how he gained possession of them by what he did to the Youngbloods, he probably didn't want Cage to have a title again. It wasn't even about the titles, it was about the fact that no matter what Cage did, everyone was against him. The fans, the other wrestlers, the company itself, it was just too much to handle for as long as he had.
What's the point? This company obviously has something against me, what's stopping me from taking my size 13 shoe and shoving it up Lionheart's ass in a big FUCK YOU before leaving? No.... I can't leave... that would be a bitch move.... I don't know what to do anymore.
FUCK IT ALL!
Still hyperventilating, Cage picked up the nearest chair and slammed it into the wall, leaving a large hole, before swinging it the other direction and breaking the 4th door of the locker.
This is the last time they're gonna fuck me over like this... I can't stay here right now.... I have to leave.
He turned around and rushed out of his room, slamming the door open and hitting the interviewer and the cameraman accompanying her in the face. He didn't know where he was going, but he was going somewhere. His walk got faster and he got angrier with every step, until he lost it again and grabbed a table, swinging it at the wall it broke into 3 pieces. The crew surrounding him were all stunned, and no one said a word until Cage heard a familiar voice behind him...
GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!!
It wasn't suppose to be caught on camera, but the I:W interviewer that was about to walk into his room caught it. She stepped back and stood at the door with the camera pointed in long enough to see Cage's breakdown. There were scattered chairs, 3 of the doors to the lockers in his room were broken off, and there were several large sized holes in the walls. Cage was sitting in a chair in the middle of the ring, hyperventilating, dripping with sweat. It was apparent that Cage was the cause of all the destruction in the room, but no one knew why.
Every.... fucking time..... they must have something a-fucking-gainst me in this damn company...
It was about to happen. After months and months of Cage's anger not being able to be controlled, he was at the breaking point.
FUCK ALL OF THIS!
Every.... fucking time I get close.... they always fuck me over... why me huh?
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cage got up and threw the chair he was sitting on at the TV in the corner of the room, shattering it.
He started to wonder why he was even still in the company. No, that was obvious, he still had ass to kick and names to take. But at this point, it was like two steps forward and thirty backwards. This isn't what he signed up for, to play company politics, Lionheart knew he was gonna win that match, but considering what happened to the last belt Cage held and how he gained possession of them by what he did to the Youngbloods, he probably didn't want Cage to have a title again. It wasn't even about the titles, it was about the fact that no matter what Cage did, everyone was against him. The fans, the other wrestlers, the company itself, it was just too much to handle for as long as he had.
What's the point? This company obviously has something against me, what's stopping me from taking my size 13 shoe and shoving it up Lionheart's ass in a big FUCK YOU before leaving? No.... I can't leave... that would be a bitch move.... I don't know what to do anymore.
FUCK IT ALL!
Still hyperventilating, Cage picked up the nearest chair and slammed it into the wall, leaving a large hole, before swinging it the other direction and breaking the 4th door of the locker.
This is the last time they're gonna fuck me over like this... I can't stay here right now.... I have to leave.
He turned around and rushed out of his room, slamming the door open and hitting the interviewer and the cameraman accompanying her in the face. He didn't know where he was going, but he was going somewhere. His walk got faster and he got angrier with every step, until he lost it again and grabbed a table, swinging it at the wall it broke into 3 pieces. The crew surrounding him were all stunned, and no one said a word until Cage heard a familiar voice behind him...
