Post by Scar on Dec 19, 2021 20:39:22 GMT -5
Nil
"Fuck Christmas."
"Some ol' bullshit, if you ask me."
"Kinda' like my debut match here in Shithole Underground."
"So yeah, Fuck Project Underground too."
"Anyway, we supposed to be talkin' 'bout some actual shit that happened to us at some point in our useless lives and I got nothin'. I didn't have family. I didn't have holidays. I damn sure didn't have Christmas. So fuck all that. I ain't got no stories."
"Unless you want me to talk about the Christmas I slept on the subway. Or the Christmas that I was struggling to find anywhere to actually sleep. Or even the Christmases that I spent overseas doing shit for the military that I can't even talk about. That's some shit right there if you really think about it. There's some stories for your ass, right there."
"Some real Scar shit too, right?"
"But somethin' tells me you wanna' hear some happy shit or whatever so I'ma' just lie instead. Buckle up, bitches. It's story time."
"The year was 1980 something because like the Goldbergs, this is probably some bullshit. I was like eight or whatever and I wanted a damn video game. But my parents were too busy wrestling to pay attention to anything I wanted. Or even me. So they made sure to not get me anything. Which is fine. My brothers and cousins and shit, though? They got wrestling this and wrestling that. Anything to help keep the Sharp name on the rise."
"So anyway, all I wanted was a video game so I could play that shit and have a little fun while I was tryin' to be a good kid and an A student and all that. But they just saw it as me not being ready. Not being hungry enough for the squared circle. Not wanting it as much as the rest of the family.”
“That’s probably why they took it from me.”
“You see, while the rest of you got something for Christmas or celebrated it with glee or whatever, I was trying to get back something I never should’ve lost in the first place…”
“My family.”
“ They won’t admit it but they turned their backs on me that year. They decided that I wasn’t worth their time or their love. They basically decided that I wasn’t ever going to amount to anything that they cared about so why care about me?”
“What’s fucked up is that I started to agree with ‘em. I stopped caring about myself. About my grades. About my life. Nothing mattered if I didn’t matter to them. What was the point of even being in that family?”
“So I left. I ran away and I never looked back. I spent the rest of my life trying to find my place in the world. Trying to find my voice.”
“My Pride.”
“And now that I’ve found it, I refuse to let anyone take it away from me.”
“Which brings me back to Project Underground. Where, for a hot second, I was talkin’ mad shit. I came in this bitch stompin’ like a big fuckin’ cat. Swore I was gonna’ lay people left and right.”
“Then Sterling kicked my ass all the way back to Oakland. Respect.”
“And now they got me on the chopping block again. Throwing me to the unfathomable perfection that’s Chloe XO. Like I can fuck with somebody that fire. This some ol’ bullshit right here. But it’s cool. Gotta’ get them ratings, right?”
“So after this chick knocks my damn block off, maybe I’ll get it through my thick ass skull that my parents, my whole family was right. Maybe this ain’t my world. Maybe I ain’t built for this shit. Maybe I shoulda stuck to the military shit and not tried to prove to myself and them that I could do what they do.”
“But I tell you what. I’ma’ go ahead and give all y’all the best present you ain’t know you wanted this year…”
“If I don’t handle my shit against Chloe XO, then I’ma go ahead and shut this shit down before I further embarrass myself and take my ass back to something I’m actually good at.”
“Like toppling foreign governments”
“Anyway, Merry Christmas you filthy animals.”
“Deuces.”
"Fuck Christmas."
"Some ol' bullshit, if you ask me."
"Kinda' like my debut match here in Shithole Underground."
"So yeah, Fuck Project Underground too."
"Anyway, we supposed to be talkin' 'bout some actual shit that happened to us at some point in our useless lives and I got nothin'. I didn't have family. I didn't have holidays. I damn sure didn't have Christmas. So fuck all that. I ain't got no stories."
"Unless you want me to talk about the Christmas I slept on the subway. Or the Christmas that I was struggling to find anywhere to actually sleep. Or even the Christmases that I spent overseas doing shit for the military that I can't even talk about. That's some shit right there if you really think about it. There's some stories for your ass, right there."
"Some real Scar shit too, right?"
"But somethin' tells me you wanna' hear some happy shit or whatever so I'ma' just lie instead. Buckle up, bitches. It's story time."
"The year was 1980 something because like the Goldbergs, this is probably some bullshit. I was like eight or whatever and I wanted a damn video game. But my parents were too busy wrestling to pay attention to anything I wanted. Or even me. So they made sure to not get me anything. Which is fine. My brothers and cousins and shit, though? They got wrestling this and wrestling that. Anything to help keep the Sharp name on the rise."
"So anyway, all I wanted was a video game so I could play that shit and have a little fun while I was tryin' to be a good kid and an A student and all that. But they just saw it as me not being ready. Not being hungry enough for the squared circle. Not wanting it as much as the rest of the family.”
“That’s probably why they took it from me.”
“You see, while the rest of you got something for Christmas or celebrated it with glee or whatever, I was trying to get back something I never should’ve lost in the first place…”
“My family.”
“ They won’t admit it but they turned their backs on me that year. They decided that I wasn’t worth their time or their love. They basically decided that I wasn’t ever going to amount to anything that they cared about so why care about me?”
“What’s fucked up is that I started to agree with ‘em. I stopped caring about myself. About my grades. About my life. Nothing mattered if I didn’t matter to them. What was the point of even being in that family?”
“So I left. I ran away and I never looked back. I spent the rest of my life trying to find my place in the world. Trying to find my voice.”
“My Pride.”
“And now that I’ve found it, I refuse to let anyone take it away from me.”
“Which brings me back to Project Underground. Where, for a hot second, I was talkin’ mad shit. I came in this bitch stompin’ like a big fuckin’ cat. Swore I was gonna’ lay people left and right.”
“Then Sterling kicked my ass all the way back to Oakland. Respect.”
“And now they got me on the chopping block again. Throwing me to the unfathomable perfection that’s Chloe XO. Like I can fuck with somebody that fire. This some ol’ bullshit right here. But it’s cool. Gotta’ get them ratings, right?”
“So after this chick knocks my damn block off, maybe I’ll get it through my thick ass skull that my parents, my whole family was right. Maybe this ain’t my world. Maybe I ain’t built for this shit. Maybe I shoulda stuck to the military shit and not tried to prove to myself and them that I could do what they do.”
“But I tell you what. I’ma’ go ahead and give all y’all the best present you ain’t know you wanted this year…”
“If I don’t handle my shit against Chloe XO, then I’ma go ahead and shut this shit down before I further embarrass myself and take my ass back to something I’m actually good at.”
“Like toppling foreign governments”
“Anyway, Merry Christmas you filthy animals.”
“Deuces.”