Your mom's a bitch; RP#1

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The Tragedy that is; Winston Smith



What must happen in one’s life to deem it a tragedy?
Crying about betrayal in a tavern to a playing melody?
Betraying love because of rats, after the doing of a thought felony?
Or having his life, like billions of others’, destroyed by those who in terms of power are over-greedy?

His mom left him as a child
His sister went along with her, leaving Winston’s childhood to be mild
Because they were killed or because Smith was too wild
He never finds out, raised in an orphanage to worship Big Brother and despite it, smiled

Slim thoughts of times before the Party flash into his head
Winston just hopes his thoughts aren’t revealed, leading to him being dead
“We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness” a voice said
And off goes Winston, searching for signs of a rebel group, which he later comes to dread

Making contact with his love
Winston quickly becomes infatuated with something that can only be a gift from above
Spending countless hours with Julia in a room, which only bad can come of
They sneak around together, trying to be happy, but which the party will have none of

There came the time that they were caught
In the room that Winston and Julia had committed crimes of thought
What was Winston to do, trapped in a room, surrounded, not able to have fought
A change in them both was what the Party actually sought

For days and for nights, maybe weeks maybe months, he didn’t know
Winston was kept malnourished, knowing the man he felt a friend, had always been a foe
Tortured for the longest of periods, Winston thought it was his time to be on death’s row
The party had other plans and with rats, made Winston betray his love, not knowing how he’d sunk so low

Winston was released, nourished and lean
Having betrayed Julia, who he had seen
Neither wanted anything to do with the other, a long scar on Julia’s face to which Winston was keen
Smith left it a that, retreating to his mind, which the Party had made seren


That folks was a poem I have just finished reading about 1984 by George Orwell, and this is a blog brought to you by, yes, me, Immanuel Jackson aka E-Man. Wow for those 'smart' people who guessed who this was, here's an internet cookie. Keep it up. But I started off with that poem because a) I thought it was good and b) kind of describes my Match on Sunday with my two idiot opponents.



See, Downfall and Twisted are like the two secret lovers in the book. Doesn't matter which is which, but they DEEPLY love eachother. The world they live in (1984, while the book was written in '48) is a science fiction one that Orwell thought would be the outcome of having somebody like say, Hitler take over the world. This world frowns upon sex, very unlike our world today. But they still do it too reproduce. It's very complex and shit too explain, but the two lovers (Downfall and Twisted) cannout be together or they'd be killed. Disappear. Vamoosh sons of bitches.



So they have secret flings and later get fucking caught doing it. Yes their caught by trusting in what they thought was the revolutionary, but was just a made up group by the higher power. Me and Ryan (and if you want too include Terrell) are this higher power. Twisted and Downfall have this idea in their head that they can rebel and change everything (beat Ryan and myself) but we will be able to stop them. We'll put them in a false sense of hope, and later spring the trap, catch our prey and get the 1, 2, 3.

We'll be able to do this, one because Downfall doesn't shut the fuck up about other people, Twisted will be busy trying to suck my cock and I've got one of the best in Ryan Black on my side. The LA Star as he would say. Black could decimate you two instantly, either one of us could, but we're perferring to do this tag team style just so it gets done faster. And it will surely get done!

It looks like I am finally starting to get through to some of you people out there. I know that Downfall though thinks he's the greatest fucking specimen on this damn Earth, but let's go off to ponder on one thing - you are a lucky ass man. Yeah, you know that too you mouthy little shit. You want to let out rants time and time again about how other people rant, yet you do it yourself. Let me guess, you were just jizzing your pants in excitement once you found out that Jackson and Black were going to be your tag team opponents this pay-per-view.



Yeah, I already know - everybody in the entire locker room would be doing that exact same thing as you if they had a washed up wrestler as their tag team partner. Let alone, these guys haven't tasted an ounce of greatness in their entire career. You think it's a done deal already, huh? Think you just got this shit in the fucking bag and you are going to get off scot-free this Sunday, just like Chris Harris and Jerry Atrick didn't? Think again there buddy. I don't care what they are telling you this week - what the people in your beloved mind might be whispering in your ear, what your little tag parter has marked out to do to me this week. This Sunday, I will get a chance at the Tag Team Titles, which I will deserve once me and Black win - and I guarantee it.

There is no need to bitch and moan, but shit you're both fuckin' losers anyway so I can see why it is that you are always in pissy little moods. On your periods? Do your pussies hurt a little too much for you to take a handful of words like that, or are you going to start going into your little hissy fit about that too? You're both pathetic, Downfall, Twisted.. plain and simple - I haven't met someone as gullable as you in my life - believing you have a right to step into the ring with me, Ryan or even Terrell.

A little cold.. a little harsh for you to take down?



Sorry. I couldn't keep it from coming out - all this bullshit though in Xtreme Wrestling Federation, I am not going to hold it back any longer; it's too political, you know what I mean? But the past week though you two, I have heard my name spew from your mouths time and time again. The closest you have got to me, is where you where trying to get a fucking autograph. Face it guys, your little games of duck, duck goose aren’t going to be played this time around. You better call out Jim Carrey to throw the mask on again to take me out, because we aren’t playing a chase. That is all you seem to do when you are in a predicament that you know that you cannot get yourself out of, is run! First off though, the words that you have spoken about me being nothing in this business, and you being some type of true hybrid to wrestling, just makes me wants to pull a Hunter McKay and blow my fucking brains out! I hate hearing the same thing over and over again, and that is all that comes out of your big ass mouth; week after week.

But I'll let both of you in on something - I'm blazing through anyone that gets in my path this time around. Shit gets old when people think that they can just take advantage of you week in and week out, and it's going to be a much different story this time around. You all seem to think that Ryan and Terrell are just playing me like a couple puppetmasters, but as far as me and them go - that shit ain't true. We're in this together and the close future is bright for us. I can see me just destroying you two into a fucking paraplegic this week and if you don't, get some fucking glasses. The road you are following is the road to destruction - I will get those Tag Team Championships, and I won't try to go after it in some pretty fashion. You better hope the referree is enough to hold me back from beating you within an inch of the worthless shitstained life you carry onto..

I decide your destiny.

Motherfuckers..

nycREPPIN`emanJACKSON
Yo, bro what the fuck we gon' do? Deathlocke bailed on us, cause he had some marriage shit to handle. I mean it's still me you and Terrell, and since Storme went on a break. It's just down to us three. Hell, we still fuck them up. these bitches don't know what the fuck they're doing. Or know a half a thing about wrestling. Ya know, it really makes me laugh when I see people doing shit like, adopting moves from other superstars. Motherfuckers should come up with their own moves. That's probably why they always losing and shit. You got people like Jay Lethal copying Randy Savage. It's pathetic.

laSTARRIN`ryanBLACK
It doesn't matter if we don't got Deathlocke, Storme or even Odom. We're Zeus' fucking Phobia. We could take on anybody, no fucking problem. The LA Star doesn't back down from anybody, and I don't think Mr. Chaos Theory does either! I'm the man who took out Jimmy James, Kevin Kompiler, hell even you! You've taken out notables too, and trust me, you don't need me. You can dominate this shit like crazy! As for everybody else, as far as I'm concerned, they can go fuck themselves. We're like Weezy and Shady teaming up to kill a song, Batman and Robin. Nobody takes us out.

nycREPPIN`emanJACKSON
Hell fucking yeah. We could take out everyone here. Hell, I don't give a damn if they try and bring out a whole damn faction on us. We can take out the whole fucking roster, just the two of us. But that's kinda fucked up. How, we have just came in and just like went through everybody and in three matches already got out title shot. Haha. There are some who have been here more than a year, and haven't even got this close, and have had more than 30 matches. haha.

laSTARRIN`ryanBLACK
Bring on these factions. Anybody. Bring on Anglais and Scythe again. Where were Downfall and Twisted. All of them have fallen and we're killing. Doesn't matter if they've been here forever and we've been here for a few weeks. They have obviously no talent if the General Manager's haven't given them title shots. If we got the shots, that means we've got something, and E-Man... we know we've got something. We have the great potential to go undefeated, unless we don't take each other on. Hell if they want to they can. But it doesn't matter. Next up are the tag team champs, who the fuck are they anyway?

nycREPPIN`emanJACKSON
Yeah, they garbage anyways. I even heard the GM say to me I got a bright future here. Hell, the both of us. Hell, we can take out everyone. But bro, if we faced that would be fucking epic as hell. We should do that sometime. I guarantee the crowd would love that shit. But, yo me and a couple of dudes is about to hit the club scene tonight? You game? I know you always game for some slow jukin' and dancing. Haha.

He smirked, as he looked at Ryan.

laSTARRIN`ryanBLACK
Yeah yeah. GM supposedly thinks we're gods, aslong as we keep winning, which we will. E-Man vs. Ryan Black. That should be the Main Event of the biggest pay-per-view here. Crowd would be psyched as fuck and the roster would be treated to a REAL match. But fuck yeah, lets go to the club. I can do with some partying. Although with me going out with the the girl I was telling you bout, I can't hook up. Still doesn't mean we can't party like crazy though! Lets do it, aslong as DJ Hipp doesn't go.

nycREPPIN`emanJACKSON
DJ Hipp? Oh, dear. Oh, gawd. Oh, shit he gets on my nerves. He's a childish kid. Can't even pick up a decent win these days. He was even scared when Tristagi called him out. Haha. Plus, he's BLACK influenced. Nobody likes that jag motherfucker.


laSTARRIN`ryanBLACK
Haha yeah, especially with the new Helloween Hipp dumbass version. What the fuck is he doing now? He ripped off Puerto Ricans/Blacks/Whites and now he's ripping off technology and Dr. Cube's robots. Pathetic. Like the shit here; Aldrik, Anglais, Legion, Big Rigg, Scythe, whoever the fuck is Universal Champ. All of them seem to be more generic than the next. Sure it may seem like we're trying to live the lifestyle that you might see in a rap video, but ours is for real. We don't talk about things we've never done, like selling drugs or shit. Fake ass shit doesn't belong on this planet, so there goes half this roster. Let's go.

So what now? Nothing. Zeus Phobia is going up against some people who can't fight for shit, nor even show up to wrestling matches. I doubt that they will even show tonight. Hell, I doubt they'll even wake up in the morning knowing how me and Ry, are going to beat the fuck outta them. But nah, it's alright. They both have some potential ... to be beaten senseless! Now, no one here is scared of them.

Not me, not Ry, not the whole Roster. Who the hell has a last name of Bateman? You're just looking to get rude comments sent to you. Ya know? But, I gotta go, I'll hit up another blog later.