Post by Colby Rhyann on Dec 4, 2017 19:44:48 GMT -5
Waking up in a cell wasn’t out of the ordinary for Colby. Bruises covering his body and a headache from the hangover from hell wasn’t either. Having to make a deal with the Devil to get out of jail just to punch a nutters skull in, again is not out of the ordinary. Nor is having a full on street fight with his brother and one of them ending up in the hospital. No. But what is out of the ordinary is Colby stood, black eyes and all in a baby store trying not to glare at the shop assistant who keeps trying to sell him everything they have in bright pink. Colby growls lowly and mimics the girl when she finally gives up. He swears under his breath when the girl gives her full undivided attention to some random girl who happened to walk into the store. Out of his comfort completely Colby turns to look at what he presumes you carry a baby in. Raising an eyebrow he tilts his head. He is in way over his head. He again growls only this time he face palms too. As if he really couldn’t believe what he is about to do. Fishing his phone out of the black biker looking jacket. He glares at the phone before hitting a number and connecting through. He visibly gulps and slams his closed left fist into his forehead, already regretting the decision to get his phone out.
||Colby Rhyann||
Yeah, yeah… Look fucker you gonna help or not? What do you mean help with what? You know kids and I am stuck in this shitty excuse of a fucking store with a bitch who just recommends pink flowers and shit. She is due in less than a fucking month and I haven’t fuck all!.... Oh shut up and go suck a cock!
Colby turns away from the disgusted people also shopping in the store. He didn’t care what they thought, he needed help. And if his sister and brother were being assholes well another devil he must make deals with. Colby growls into his phone at the other person.
||Colby Rhyann||
Don’t fucking laugh you prick… I know you just beat me. No you didn’t! You… oh whatever dude you ain’t fucking…. Well finally…Errr… The one with a pram on the logo? How the fuck am I supposed to know the fucking name… Ok… Ok… I will go outside and wait for you. And dude seriously egos aside I need this solid… Yeah, yeah thanks.
Cutting off the call Colby closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. He seriously wanted to be anywhere but here right now. Shoving his phone back into his pocket and without even an apology to the other customers or staff, Colby walked out of the store and stood a few feet away from it. Kicking at the ground like a child would when they don’t know what to do. He almost gave up, and looks as if he is contemplating saying ‘fuck it’ and heading off in any direction. When a black BMW, one of the more sportier looking ones, pulls up beside him. Out of the backseat and onto the sidewalk near to where he is stood, came a smug looking Teo Jakobah. Who says something to the driver before shutting the door and turning to Colby. As he begins to talk the car that drove him there, drives off leaving an annoyed Colby and a cocky Teo to shop.
||Teo Jakobah||
I ain’t gonna say it… Don’t worry… Even if I was right. Shopping is my forte so come we talk as we shop…
Teo turns to walk into the store that Colby had seemingly walked out from only moments ago, when Colby grabs Teo’s arm halting him. Teo eyes the arm on his arm before looking up at Colby, who instinctively drops his hold.
||Colby Rhyann||
Can we um… go to a different store. The lady in there is batshit crazy…
Teo eyes him for a moment before smiling and shaking his head at his frenemy. Colby stands his ground and refuses to go back into the store which ends up in Teo giggling a little at the ‘hard nut’ not wanting to go into a baby store. Colby folds his arms over his chest clearly unhappy and immensely regretting ever calling the ‘fairy boy’.
||Teo Jakobah||
Fine… Fine… Come on I know of a place Jinx spoke about sells weird baby things. Not pretty baby things.
||Colby Rhyann||
That would be better…
Rolling his eyes once more Teo then turns and walks down the sidewalk off towards the sea of people. Colby stands for a moment before coming to the conclusion he needs the ‘runt’ in order to figure out what to buy. Upon this realisation he walks off following The Glitter King, whilst muttering under his breath, into unfamiliar territory…. Baby girl shopping.
Sup Fuckers?
That’s right. Blog time freaks…. And no I am not back in the shitty little cell…. Well not yet anyway no. I am merely having an argument with the video recorder…. Kinda… Well ok no it is in pieces on the floor. What? Sue me fuckers. Actually don’t I don’t have any money to pay you assholes… Anyway fuck you can get easily distracted when writing shit… Where was I right oh yes. Addressing you hoes.
Colby smirks towards his laptop, clearly amused by his social etiquette in pissing everyone off. He then scratches at his chin not too sure what next to write. Whilst he sits and tries to come up with something one of the bags in the various piles decides to fall over, making one of the many toys brought over the past week go off. This startles Colby who actually jolts back a little at the sudden tune of a kids toy.
||Colby Rhyann||
Holy fucking son of a bitch! Shit!
He does his best to glare over towards the piles of bags and growls low in his throat. Unhappy at the fact a toy in a bag manage to scare the crap out of him. He takes a few moments, to make sure nothing else falls or plays or makes itself known. Once content the Devil’s Reject eyes the bright light of the laptop and stares at the screen.
||Colby Rhyann||
I really need to get someone to just film me, this shit is hard. It’s in my head. Come the fuck out. Appear on the screen and be done with you.
The fact he is talking to himself seems to have gone over his head at this point. Colby’s face hardens with annoyance as he cracks his knuckles and begins typing once more.
Now I get it, people are gonna be sat there laughing thinking I am the shit now because bitch boy got the title and I didn’t. But that isn’t so. He knows I will get my justice one way or another… And well I spat in his coffee earlier and his silver car… Well some asshole seems to have drawn a line down the middle. I don’t have any clue as to who that was? HA! Whatever though right? So I lost one fucking match against a guy who I have known for years who gives a shit? Not me. See for all you lame motherfuckers out there who just wanna win shit. It ain’t about that. Nope. I came to Premier to beat the shit out of people and get paid to do so. To crunch skulls into the mat of the ring whilst people scream my name. Now that THAT! Is what I came to Premier to do. And this week. Oh this week I get to fight this chick called Paula. Some random bitch who has done fuck all to impress here. And I get to bash her skull in, in front of her girlfriend. And I get to watch said girlfriend’s face be horrified with what a Rhyann is doing. Yet again. Oh yes for you fuckers that don’t know. This ain’t my first rodeo of kicking someone’s teeth down their throat. See I have been doing it my whole career. And now… With nothing to lose… Nothing to gain. Who the fuck cares who survives right? Who the fuck cares if this stupid bitch gets my fist smashed so far down her throat I rip out her vocal cords. Least then there will be one less whiny fucking slut around these places. Don’t get me wrong though fuckers, she will still be the biggest cry baby yet. She just won’t be able to scream her pathetic little lungs out.
Many people know, many of you fuckers see, that I fight all the time, not just in a four sided ring. I get thrown down and get placed behind bars every other damn day. I beat the crap out of my friends and family. I laugh as it takes multiple police officers to throw me to the ground. So normally all my thoughts, my anger, my mindset is drunkenly fought through every twenty four or so hours. But see after bitchface. After that fucking cock sucking asshole won last week. I went and fought with my brother… That got me nowhere. I spent the last week doing personal shit. So guess what Paula? I haven’t fought, I haven’t been locked up. Not in the past week. Do you know what that fucking means bitch? It means all that anger and mindfuckery that blows up every two days has been simmering. And bitch it is about to explode. People wonder. People wonder what I feel like now I have no shitty little materialistic piece of crap to go after? Well that I don’t give a shit about. No see all I care about? All that matters to be at this moment? Isn’t really about smashing your head in? Fuck that is going to happen anyway. Bitch no. All that matters to me, is proving bitch boy fucking I don’t know probably sucked the ref off or something. And now? Now I need to prove. That little fairy twatface motherfuckers like him are not better. It’s called testosterone bitch. And girl I actually feel sorry for you.
Colby stops writing to furrow his eyebrows together. He had never felt sorry for anyone before, this was a new feeling. He didn’t like it. He pauses for a few moments. As he does his eyes dart from the screen around the room at the various bags piled. A fond smile appears for just a moment as Colby sits there on the sofa of his friends house. It then vanishes as quickly as it came as Colby looks back at the screen, he glares at the electronic device before going back to typing up his thoughts.
I feel sorry for you, that’s right motherfuckers. I feel sorry for the bitch. Because with testosterone flying and my wrath. Bitch you don’t stand a chance. Is that why your girlfriend is gonna come sit and watch you wrestle? To make sure I actually leave you breathing? Because even with her sat there and as big as her tits are she hasn’t the balls to enter my domain. I don’t need punks watching out for me. I watch out for myself. I have equalisers, I have my chain, my dusters. You really think anyone if going to get in that ring and stop me from unleashing all my anger and ego into the beating I am about to give you? HA! It isn’t me there should be saying is the dumb fucker here then is it? Because fuck that you have gone doo-fucking-lally if you think anyone will get in my way. I am done being the little scapegoat. I may have done fucked up in my last match. But this one is going to be so fucking worth it.
And the best part about it? The very best damn fuckoff part? Is the part where after I get done beating the shit out of you. I can just continue to plow my way through this company and beat the shit out of everyone. And nobody can stop me. Bitch boy may try but I’ll destroy his little piece of shitty metal. And Kaden? HA! Yeah he won’t stop me either. So all in all I get to, after proving yet again not to piss me off, I get to beat the shit out of any and all those who step in front of me. And now that the little fucking streak crap is over it doesn’t matter if I lose, if I get disqualified or the ref stops the match on your behalf. So really have fun with whatever bullshit you come up with this week Paula. It won’t cut it. And bitch sitting ringside or not. I am going to make it so you are the ugliest motherfucking ho in Premier. Prepare to feel the worst pain you have ever felt. Because guess what slut? I am a Rhyann and by god it is going to feel sooooooo fucking good when I break you into tiny fuckoff pieces and scatter them for the world to see. And that…. THAT! Is going to be worth the little shit beating me in my last match. Kiss your girlfriend goodbye. Because ain’t no fucker on earth gonna find you attractive after our match is done.
~ Go fuck yourselves! ~~ Devil’s Reject
With a glimmer of what can only be described as sickening joy, Colby posts the blog online. However, the moment he shuts the laptop and moves it to the side, his mood changes. He looks about the bags once more with yet again a fondness creeping into his features. Dropping the hard guy attitude he makes a beeline for the telephone complete with a smile on his face. Grabbing at the phone he dials a number and waits for the other end to connect.
||Colby Rhyann||
Jay? Yeah. Count me in. For little ones sake… Count me in.
The scene then fades away leaving Colby on the phone.
LYRICS save me - my darkest days NOTES welp here it is WORD COUNT 2361 aprox TAGPaula Piña CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you.
(OOC: Sorry it's so late and it's not exactly my best work...just got off working seven 5 1/2-hour days in a row at my job, which has left me with a MASSIVE case of writer's block as I rest up. However, when Paula gets into her storyline officially-it WILL get much better)
*inside a certain apartment in Toronto, we see a figure quickly identified as Paula Piña. Taking a sip of her tall Brass Monkey, she is absolutely SOAKED...both literally and figuratively. The sweat from her recent workout has filled up her entire brow as she takes a breath and recalls her victory at Rise Up*
"They slept on me when I told them to fear me...they thought I was a lunatic when I brought up how Sam had abandoned me...virtually EVERYONE predicted that my modus operandi would be an ironic twist for my fate after Rise Up...that after Sam Tolson added me to her already-enormous win count, I would just fade away, with no trace of me or my Queendom to be left. But I proved EACH AND EVERY SINGLE ONE of these keyboard scribes wrong here...it was a vicious, hard-fought fight as I knew it would be, but in the end, I was the one who hit the Triskadekaphobia and picked up the upset win...shutting you ALL up once and for all. But although now YOU know the force which I am...for some reason, my old sister Sam is still in denial...she just can't accept that there's a NEW top puta in Premier...as much as I'd love to kick her ass again, my schedule is filling up quite rapidly with tontos who want to come for the Queen...including some who I've known in the past...but that part's coming much, much later.
Right now...I just gotta make sure I check on my woman...the reason why I came to Premier, the reason why I keep on fighting. As you can obviously tell, Tricia has NOT taken her loss to Denise Andrews well at all, ESPECIALLY since she and I both know that the Pride Championship was MADE for her to carry on her shoulders, to complement her battlesuit as she moves towards her throne, to hang a light for more and more losers to hover towards the Queendom like flies to the zapper so that every meaty bit of theirs will sustain US, the rightful Dark Evil Queens of this company! So that's why I asked her to get some rest today, to dream of the domination to come...but also because. I wanna see her at rest before I head out! "
*Paula then heads to the bedroom, peeking in a little bit. The expression she gives after she looks back at the camera implies that Tricia is indeed in there, asleep. Holding her finger over her mouth for a "shhh" motion, Paula sneaks right in to the door. We see nothing going on past it, but only hear a sigh or two, then a softly sung lullaby which her Papa used to sing to her as a little one*
A la nanita nana
Nanita ella nanita ella
Mi niña tiene sueño
Bendito sea
Bendito sea
Fuentecita que corre
Clara y sonora
Ruiseñor que a la selva
Cantando llora
Calla mientras la cuna se balancea
A la nanita nana nanita ella
A la nanita nana
Nanita ella nanita ella
Mi niña tiene sueño
Bendito sea
Bendito sea
*after a bit, Paula slowly creeps out, careful not to disturb her Queen. A smile spreads back on her face as she takes another sip of her Brass Monkey*
"So as I said...I'm honestly feeling good about my career thus far...both my solo work and my projects in expanding our Queendom...tonight, Kaden has even dared to grant me a match against a man who as strong and badass as all of us in the Queendom strive to be...none other than the Devil's Reject, Colby Rhyann. Unlike my battle with Sam, I have absolutely NO feud with you...you sound like someone who looks like he is going to be a MEGASTAR of this company. You have the same bloodlust as mine, you've been through the same hell that I have, you feel that black heart PUMPING through your veins until you bleed maroon, but not before shedding plenty more blood along the way! My Tricia seems to have enough respect for you not to interfere, as she sees the same thing that could make you Queendom material, were you not one of these men whose mission ours is to destroy. In a different time or place, we might have been the power couple...but I'm not here to speculate on alternate times. In the HERE and NOW, I am here to fight...and point out the ONE major flaw in your strategy which Sam also showed in hers. Once again...you take me lightly.
Do not, for a MOMENT IN YOUR LIFE, think that I, the Queen of Shadows, the former VNE Hitwoman, will EVER be an easy pin for you. Even if you tire me out, I will have the momentum to stay up, to keep swinning, and it won't STOP until I have you in PERFECT position to feel my Triskadekaphobia...and then, when all is lost, when that sense of dread hits these peons in the Mid-Hudson crowd...that is when you will go the Way of All Flesh. As I said before, it'll be nothing personal-but wholly and ENTIRELY business. And that business will pick up when my fellow Queen will again join my side, and we will set our sights on fighting together in the same time...yes, consider this your first official notice that we are setting our sights as the inaugural Tag Team Champions. NOTHING will be able to save either of these pendejo "fans" either when our dual onslaught launches. Because at THAT point...you will have no choice...but to be...afraid...of the dark!"