Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2015 15:31:45 GMT -5
Air Canada Centre. Toronto, Canada.
Thursday, April 23th 2015 - 11:32am
My name is Katherine Phoenix. And for the past thirty minutes I have been staring at a flyer on this nearby wall. I have to say I find it quite funny how an arena as big as this one I’m sat outside of, this… Canada Centre or whatever it’s called has to rely on a small piece of paper with some funky colorful design to advertise an upcoming wrestling event. A show in which I am taking part in to face a guy only a few days ago I was teaming with and beating the hell out of some poor excuses for human beings who stupidly dared to step out in front of us.
I wish I could say that I was looking forward to taking part in this show, every single ounce of my body just wants to jump up and scream and shout “look at me, I’m going to be wrestling live at some PPV in some company I do not give a damn about!” but the fact of the matter is, no matter how much I may want to do that… I just can’t.
Why am I here? Why am I fighting a guy I CLEARLY have no issues with? Joey Flash is a sweetheart, he may try and seem all grrrrrrr on the outside… but on the inside he is like a soft little marshmallow snuggle bunny and he knows it. There is a guy in that company, that WCF who makes a point of saying that he will not face or fight women and is completely against it. Why? I’ll tell you why, because that guy, that Howard Black wants nothing but publicity and attention.
Howard Black wants the world to stop and watch him and think “huh… a wrestler with a sense of pride and common decency?” but no matter how hard he may try to get that reaction out of people it just won’t work or happen. You know why? Because every single little worthless piece of trash around the world knows that Howard Black is nothing but an attention seeking little shit. He could ride down to the ring on a motorcycle setting off fireworks which are attached to his bike whilst playing some kind of annoyingly loud drum set and he still wouldn’t be happy or satisfied with the way people were treating or looking at him. Men like him… they want a fucking parade for doing jack shit and fuck all and no matter how hard they may try, it just will not happen… ever!
Joey Flash on the other hand, he’s different. I look at him and see past his rough exterior and know that on his inside he is just a sweetheart wanting nothing but a cuddle and someone to just hold him and tell him that everything is going to be okay. At the end of the day, is that not what everyone wants?
Many people across the world have driven themselves to madness because they lacked something as simple as a hug. Think back through the history… there have been many “evil” people who have gone down in the history books as being brutal and uncaring and just vile people, but would they have been like that if someone had just wrapped their arms around them and just held them for a couple of minutes every day? Just cared about them and loved them? I know what it feels like not to be loved… or wanted… or even cared about. I know that feeling all too well. It took me to a dark place, an extremely dark place… which then lead to a colorful place with colors so bright you’d have to put some sunglasses on just to admire the view.
I have… chapters of my life which I have completely forgotten about, like blank pages. Why? Because I’m crazy? Insane even? Because what happened was far too horrible for me to allow myself to remember? My brain is really that smart that it starts doing things like THAT?! Yet it’s not smart enough to get me into a better position than sitting here in this gutter talking to myself like some common crazy woman! Un-freaking-believable.
They said I needed therapy because I was insane… those men in the white coats. I can’t really blame them though, if I wasn’t me I’d think I was insane too. That damn Phoenix is fucking loopy! They say that I see and talk to things which aren’t there… I say they need to open their fucking eyes and actually pay attention for once in their worthless pathetic little lives. It’s like a cycle which never ends.
Those “doctors”… they would drag me into one of their boring white rooms with people staring at me like I’m some kind of monster, a freak. They’d sit there in their comfortable little chairs and stare at me like I’m some weirdo, why? Because I had fresh scars on my arms? So life got a bit much for me sometimes so I used anything I could get my hands on to try and end it all. Did that give them right to look at me like some kind of freak?! Did it? I don’t think it did really did it? That’s why I never felt bad whenever I hurt one of them, hell I would deliberately go out of my way to see them suffer. They deserved it. How DARE they look at me like that when at the end of the day they got to go home to a nice warm house and a loving family. I would have given anything to just once maybe just switch places with them. They could stay locked up in some room all alone and I’d go home to some nice luxurious house and then come back and stare at them in that way and see how they felt.
But then it’s always the same when it comes to those people, those worthless pathetic meaningless little shits who roam and pollute this world with their grossness. Who the hell do they think they are?! I mean just earlier I was laying here in this back alley gutter just for the fun of it and some idiot gives me a few coins. I know what you’re thinking, “giving you money? That sounds like a nice thing to do Katherine!” and suuuuuuuuuure at first I thought the same. Hell I even planned on going out there and buying myself an ice cream… but then I look at the coins and they’re weird as hell. Polar bears all over them! I mean what the HELL is that?! Did this idiot go to some stupid little zoo and get some kinda fake coin with stupid freaking bears all over them and then just give them to me instead of throwing them in the trash?! Needless to say I beat the living hell out of that asshole and threw his disgusting body where it belonged, in the trash. I mean sure the coins were cute with the little bears all over them like that but what the fuck?! Seriously. You make me believe I’m getting a present only for it to be some fake shit like that fucking blonde haired bimbo, Eve Vega you’re going to get fucking hurt!
This is Canada! I always thought this place was supposed to be nice and super friendly with lovely wildlife and all that jazz… and then I come here and the first thing I have to deal with is some asshole looking down his nose at me and treating me like a crazy person just like I always have been?! Canada I thought you were different! But you’re just like everyone else. Oh Katherine is insane let’s poke her with sticks and throw rocks at her, its funny! Let’s push her in the mud and laugh at her when she’s down and hurt. You see how she’s flirty with that guy? What a fucking slut she is… I bet she’s slept with a million guys! Let’s call her a dirty whore and make her feel fucking dirty emotionally as well as physically. Lets ruin any fucking relationship she has been in or has ever attempted to be in because we’re cruel assholes and don’t give a shit about anyone but ourselves! Fuck you! Fuck each and every one of you! I hope you all burn! I hope you all fucking burn for what you have done to me! This? All of this?! Is what you have created! You think I’m fucking crazy?! You think I’m a slut?! A whore?! A nympho?! Fuck you! You did this to me! You made me… this!
You want to laugh at me because I have friends? After all those years I FINALLY have friends and you laugh. You people laugh at me. I hear it every fucking day. “Oh there goes Katherine Phoenix… we better not go near her, she’s crazy!” And why do people think that? Because I see things which aren’t there? Little Ducky Flash… sure he’s a complete and utter pain in the ass sometimes but god damnit he is my friend! As annoying as he may be, he is always there for me and I’m sure he always will be.
So I'm happiful, I have a friend and I have somewhere to sleep... which sure may not be a five star hotel, with dirt, rats and garbage everywhere... but damnit it is better than being locked up behind bars because certain people do not understand you! Yet no matter how happiful I may or may not be... You people... You VERMIN arent happy with that are you? You want to end that... Bring an end to my happifulness, why? Because I'm a psycho? A crazy girl? A slut? A whore? A cock sucking bitch? FUCK YOU!!! Fuck each and every one of you! You want to bring an end to my happifulness?! I will bring an end to YOU! I will destroy each and every little thing you have ever cared about and I will laugh as I am doing so! You have done this to me... You have created a monster! And now? Now you will watch as I burn the world and destroy everything and anything which is stupid enough to stand in my way! I will not stop... For every minute of every day I will hurt people! I will bring sorrow to each and every one of you until I am satisfied with what I have done. You want to fuck with my happifulness?! Now... Hahahaha... NOW!!! I fuck with YOU!!!
I've had people come up to me in the streets, pathetic worthless little people approaching me! All looking like they're about to cry their adorable little hearts out! "Oh Katherine. Why? Why did you do it? Why did you hurt poor Eve Vega? Why why why!" Hahahaha shut up you idiots! You want to know why I hurt Eve? Adorable little Evie?! I hurt her for one reason and one reason only... and that is because I could! See Eve Vega runs around with her fake power puff girl bubbly bullshit and she rubs it in my face. I can't allow that. I can't allow her to believe that she is better than me! I fucked up her shit! Do not let Eve Vega fool you. That bitch is pure poison, she is contaminated garbage. I had to do something. You people. You judgemental people should be thanking me. You should get down onto your hands and knees and kiss my damn feet. Eve Vega was foul grimey dog shit! It was merely a matter of time before someone put an end to her and wiped away all those dark prints she left all over this world. Now she is gone. You're all so very welcome. In my books that makes me the hero of this story, but of course you idiots will see what I did, not understand it and call ME the villain. But you know what? That's fine. I am okay with that! You idiots want a villain? I'll give you a fucking villain! I'll make you all out to be knights in shining fucking armor. And the only way I will EVER stop is if one of you pathetic weak little pieces of shit slay the beast that is Katherine Phoenix. But we all know that will never happen!
So here we are. Sunday April 26th. The day of the big fight. The day Joey Flash finally gets me one on one in the center of the ring in front of millions of weak little asshole fans. And Joey I have said all I need to say to you. We've had our fun, we've had some laughs... And now you're at a cross roads. On the one hand you can continue to have fun with me, which I would like. On the other... You can try and put an end to my fun. To my happifulness. And you know what happens when someone tries to do that. So tick tock, hunny. Which route will you choose? Fun or misery? But I will say one thing, Joey. Do not test me. Do not think for one moment, one minute that I am all fun and games and a harmless little woman. If you're thinking that you really shouldn't be. We both know what happens when you piss me off, you've seen this with your own two eyes! So all I have to say to you is this Joey... choose wisely. Be very very careful for if you aren't it WILL only lead to your downfall. It will lead to your end. It WILL lead to nothing but pain and misery and heartbreak for you hunny. Do NOT fucking test me. Because if you do... You will regret it. This I promise you. Tick tock, Joey. Soon you will have to make a choice. Very very soon now. I'll see you soon, sweetie.
Oh and Joey? Say hello to your pretty little finance for me will you? I'm sure I will be seeing her very very soon. Toodles!
Thursday, April 23th 2015 - 11:32am
My name is Katherine Phoenix. And for the past thirty minutes I have been staring at a flyer on this nearby wall. I have to say I find it quite funny how an arena as big as this one I’m sat outside of, this… Canada Centre or whatever it’s called has to rely on a small piece of paper with some funky colorful design to advertise an upcoming wrestling event. A show in which I am taking part in to face a guy only a few days ago I was teaming with and beating the hell out of some poor excuses for human beings who stupidly dared to step out in front of us.
I wish I could say that I was looking forward to taking part in this show, every single ounce of my body just wants to jump up and scream and shout “look at me, I’m going to be wrestling live at some PPV in some company I do not give a damn about!” but the fact of the matter is, no matter how much I may want to do that… I just can’t.
Why am I here? Why am I fighting a guy I CLEARLY have no issues with? Joey Flash is a sweetheart, he may try and seem all grrrrrrr on the outside… but on the inside he is like a soft little marshmallow snuggle bunny and he knows it. There is a guy in that company, that WCF who makes a point of saying that he will not face or fight women and is completely against it. Why? I’ll tell you why, because that guy, that Howard Black wants nothing but publicity and attention.
Howard Black wants the world to stop and watch him and think “huh… a wrestler with a sense of pride and common decency?” but no matter how hard he may try to get that reaction out of people it just won’t work or happen. You know why? Because every single little worthless piece of trash around the world knows that Howard Black is nothing but an attention seeking little shit. He could ride down to the ring on a motorcycle setting off fireworks which are attached to his bike whilst playing some kind of annoyingly loud drum set and he still wouldn’t be happy or satisfied with the way people were treating or looking at him. Men like him… they want a fucking parade for doing jack shit and fuck all and no matter how hard they may try, it just will not happen… ever!
Joey Flash on the other hand, he’s different. I look at him and see past his rough exterior and know that on his inside he is just a sweetheart wanting nothing but a cuddle and someone to just hold him and tell him that everything is going to be okay. At the end of the day, is that not what everyone wants?
Many people across the world have driven themselves to madness because they lacked something as simple as a hug. Think back through the history… there have been many “evil” people who have gone down in the history books as being brutal and uncaring and just vile people, but would they have been like that if someone had just wrapped their arms around them and just held them for a couple of minutes every day? Just cared about them and loved them? I know what it feels like not to be loved… or wanted… or even cared about. I know that feeling all too well. It took me to a dark place, an extremely dark place… which then lead to a colorful place with colors so bright you’d have to put some sunglasses on just to admire the view.
I have… chapters of my life which I have completely forgotten about, like blank pages. Why? Because I’m crazy? Insane even? Because what happened was far too horrible for me to allow myself to remember? My brain is really that smart that it starts doing things like THAT?! Yet it’s not smart enough to get me into a better position than sitting here in this gutter talking to myself like some common crazy woman! Un-freaking-believable.
They said I needed therapy because I was insane… those men in the white coats. I can’t really blame them though, if I wasn’t me I’d think I was insane too. That damn Phoenix is fucking loopy! They say that I see and talk to things which aren’t there… I say they need to open their fucking eyes and actually pay attention for once in their worthless pathetic little lives. It’s like a cycle which never ends.
Those “doctors”… they would drag me into one of their boring white rooms with people staring at me like I’m some kind of monster, a freak. They’d sit there in their comfortable little chairs and stare at me like I’m some weirdo, why? Because I had fresh scars on my arms? So life got a bit much for me sometimes so I used anything I could get my hands on to try and end it all. Did that give them right to look at me like some kind of freak?! Did it? I don’t think it did really did it? That’s why I never felt bad whenever I hurt one of them, hell I would deliberately go out of my way to see them suffer. They deserved it. How DARE they look at me like that when at the end of the day they got to go home to a nice warm house and a loving family. I would have given anything to just once maybe just switch places with them. They could stay locked up in some room all alone and I’d go home to some nice luxurious house and then come back and stare at them in that way and see how they felt.
But then it’s always the same when it comes to those people, those worthless pathetic meaningless little shits who roam and pollute this world with their grossness. Who the hell do they think they are?! I mean just earlier I was laying here in this back alley gutter just for the fun of it and some idiot gives me a few coins. I know what you’re thinking, “giving you money? That sounds like a nice thing to do Katherine!” and suuuuuuuuuure at first I thought the same. Hell I even planned on going out there and buying myself an ice cream… but then I look at the coins and they’re weird as hell. Polar bears all over them! I mean what the HELL is that?! Did this idiot go to some stupid little zoo and get some kinda fake coin with stupid freaking bears all over them and then just give them to me instead of throwing them in the trash?! Needless to say I beat the living hell out of that asshole and threw his disgusting body where it belonged, in the trash. I mean sure the coins were cute with the little bears all over them like that but what the fuck?! Seriously. You make me believe I’m getting a present only for it to be some fake shit like that fucking blonde haired bimbo, Eve Vega you’re going to get fucking hurt!
This is Canada! I always thought this place was supposed to be nice and super friendly with lovely wildlife and all that jazz… and then I come here and the first thing I have to deal with is some asshole looking down his nose at me and treating me like a crazy person just like I always have been?! Canada I thought you were different! But you’re just like everyone else. Oh Katherine is insane let’s poke her with sticks and throw rocks at her, its funny! Let’s push her in the mud and laugh at her when she’s down and hurt. You see how she’s flirty with that guy? What a fucking slut she is… I bet she’s slept with a million guys! Let’s call her a dirty whore and make her feel fucking dirty emotionally as well as physically. Lets ruin any fucking relationship she has been in or has ever attempted to be in because we’re cruel assholes and don’t give a shit about anyone but ourselves! Fuck you! Fuck each and every one of you! I hope you all burn! I hope you all fucking burn for what you have done to me! This? All of this?! Is what you have created! You think I’m fucking crazy?! You think I’m a slut?! A whore?! A nympho?! Fuck you! You did this to me! You made me… this!
You want to laugh at me because I have friends? After all those years I FINALLY have friends and you laugh. You people laugh at me. I hear it every fucking day. “Oh there goes Katherine Phoenix… we better not go near her, she’s crazy!” And why do people think that? Because I see things which aren’t there? Little Ducky Flash… sure he’s a complete and utter pain in the ass sometimes but god damnit he is my friend! As annoying as he may be, he is always there for me and I’m sure he always will be.
So I'm happiful, I have a friend and I have somewhere to sleep... which sure may not be a five star hotel, with dirt, rats and garbage everywhere... but damnit it is better than being locked up behind bars because certain people do not understand you! Yet no matter how happiful I may or may not be... You people... You VERMIN arent happy with that are you? You want to end that... Bring an end to my happifulness, why? Because I'm a psycho? A crazy girl? A slut? A whore? A cock sucking bitch? FUCK YOU!!! Fuck each and every one of you! You want to bring an end to my happifulness?! I will bring an end to YOU! I will destroy each and every little thing you have ever cared about and I will laugh as I am doing so! You have done this to me... You have created a monster! And now? Now you will watch as I burn the world and destroy everything and anything which is stupid enough to stand in my way! I will not stop... For every minute of every day I will hurt people! I will bring sorrow to each and every one of you until I am satisfied with what I have done. You want to fuck with my happifulness?! Now... Hahahaha... NOW!!! I fuck with YOU!!!
I've had people come up to me in the streets, pathetic worthless little people approaching me! All looking like they're about to cry their adorable little hearts out! "Oh Katherine. Why? Why did you do it? Why did you hurt poor Eve Vega? Why why why!" Hahahaha shut up you idiots! You want to know why I hurt Eve? Adorable little Evie?! I hurt her for one reason and one reason only... and that is because I could! See Eve Vega runs around with her fake power puff girl bubbly bullshit and she rubs it in my face. I can't allow that. I can't allow her to believe that she is better than me! I fucked up her shit! Do not let Eve Vega fool you. That bitch is pure poison, she is contaminated garbage. I had to do something. You people. You judgemental people should be thanking me. You should get down onto your hands and knees and kiss my damn feet. Eve Vega was foul grimey dog shit! It was merely a matter of time before someone put an end to her and wiped away all those dark prints she left all over this world. Now she is gone. You're all so very welcome. In my books that makes me the hero of this story, but of course you idiots will see what I did, not understand it and call ME the villain. But you know what? That's fine. I am okay with that! You idiots want a villain? I'll give you a fucking villain! I'll make you all out to be knights in shining fucking armor. And the only way I will EVER stop is if one of you pathetic weak little pieces of shit slay the beast that is Katherine Phoenix. But we all know that will never happen!
So here we are. Sunday April 26th. The day of the big fight. The day Joey Flash finally gets me one on one in the center of the ring in front of millions of weak little asshole fans. And Joey I have said all I need to say to you. We've had our fun, we've had some laughs... And now you're at a cross roads. On the one hand you can continue to have fun with me, which I would like. On the other... You can try and put an end to my fun. To my happifulness. And you know what happens when someone tries to do that. So tick tock, hunny. Which route will you choose? Fun or misery? But I will say one thing, Joey. Do not test me. Do not think for one moment, one minute that I am all fun and games and a harmless little woman. If you're thinking that you really shouldn't be. We both know what happens when you piss me off, you've seen this with your own two eyes! So all I have to say to you is this Joey... choose wisely. Be very very careful for if you aren't it WILL only lead to your downfall. It will lead to your end. It WILL lead to nothing but pain and misery and heartbreak for you hunny. Do NOT fucking test me. Because if you do... You will regret it. This I promise you. Tick tock, Joey. Soon you will have to make a choice. Very very soon now. I'll see you soon, sweetie.
Oh and Joey? Say hello to your pretty little finance for me will you? I'm sure I will be seeing her very very soon. Toodles!
