Post by Jet Somers on May 29, 2014 3:34:23 GMT -5
What a torrid affair we’ve had.
For years, tearing feverishly at one another, emerging from our desperate frolicking changed, stronger but more twisted.
And as much as we hate each other, the lust is stronger than ever. You want me as much as I want you.
You make me sick.
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“I can see exactly where this is going to go. I feel like everyone is stuck on the previous season of a television show, and all they can talk about is what happened during that midseason finale, when for me that was twenty something episodes ago.”
“Is everyone taking ignorant pills? The wedge in the Piercing Media Network is a myth. We’ve said our apologies, made our peace, and now we’re ready to move on. Eden and I aren’t enemies. Travis and I aren’t putting The Piercing Weapons to rest. As much as you all wish we’d go away so you can finally step into the void we’d create at the top, it’s not going to happen.”
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It’s funny how we met. Some misguided sense of purpose that led me to cross paths with you momentarily. I had no idea we’d end up tangled up with one another for five screwed up years.
I’ve got to admit, I kind of hated you at first. You were everything I despised in a lover. When my sister introduced me to you, I had absolutely no intention of giving you any more of my time than I absolutely had to.
Somehow, you managed to seduce me into sticking around, and before I knew what was happening, I was doing everything I could to win you over. It suddenly became the most important thing in my life to impress you.
It’s kind of funny when you think about it. I knew about you for most of my adult life. When I found out you had won over Jez, I was disgusted. But once I actually met you, you were the only thing I wanted.
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“I’m sorry. I don’t know how many times I could say it or if it would ever be enough, but I’m sorry.”
“Jet, I hear you. You’ve said it. That’s what I wanted.”
“What can I ever do to make up for what I’ve done?”
“You don’t have to make up for it by doing anything. Not doing certain things would be a better way to go.”
“I understand.”
“Let me make sure you do. If you ever try to use me without my knowledge again, I’ll do everything in my power to end you. And if you think I’m not capable of that, you’ve seriously misjudged me… again.”
“That’s more than fair.”
----------
I’m not even sure how to describe our relationship anymore. Once I had you, I knew I was in love, but I kept putting you down. You were mine, but I didn’t own you yet.
I had spent the first couple of years of our relationship letting you think you were in control. You threw everything at me, something I am convinced you do to all of your lovers. You broke me down, destroyed my confidence, and shattered my ego. But somehow, I still wanted you.
It wasn’t long before I started to lose friends, and even my family, who by this point wanted nothing to do with you, were warning me off of you.
I wouldn’t hear of it. The need to own you had become a consuming desire, and I wound up being abandoned in pursuit of you.
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“That was my fault. I know how much you wanted to take those from them.”
“Don’t beat yourself up over it. When we’re really ready, we’ll take them back.”
“But maybe if I hadn’t spaced, we could have finally shut the Network haters up. Hard to deny a Cooperative team is on the same page.”
“If anyone can look at how smoothly the rest of that match went and assume we hate each other is either wishful thinking or stupid.”
----------
It’s like I could feel the change coming over me, but was powerless to sate the hunger that was taking over my life. My mind began to snap, coming loose from it’s moorings and drifting from the dock of sanity as I put everything into owning you.
I finally saw the way, making deals with devils, severing previous ties, and eventually associating myself with your godawful parents for a short time.
And that’s when it happened. The man who eventually would become my most trusted friend, Travis, shared a few secrets about you that I hadn’t realized before, pointed out that the approach I had been using was good, but not enough.
Should I feel guilty that I took you at your weakest, when all your friends were leaving you at the party, wasted out of your mind and possibly dying?
It didn’t seem to matter to you. You knew what I’d done, and by this point, I finally owned you. For the first time since I met you, you were following me around, instead of the other way.
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“Wow, you really think this show is going to be crap don’t you?”
“Come on, Trav. Randomly assigned sins? How could anyone possibly look at a match between Edie, Mickey, and I and see Lust there?”
“I can’t wrap my head around that one either. Is the match going to be themed?”
“Ask the Paramount Champion. I didn’t study paleontology.”
“Wow… that was a stretch.”
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Despite how we wound up in what I considered the perfect relationship, this should have been the happy ending. I was content to think we would spend the rest of our lives together, just like this, with me calling all the shots, and you obediently catering to every sordid fantasy I could cook up.
Maybe I drove you to what you eventually did.
It took me a long time to come to terms with it, but I now can say out loud that I did what anyone who really owns someone does. I used you. Over and over I used you.
I made you fix yourself up enough to entice my family back. I made you whore yourself out to people I picked for you, even my newest best friend, Eden.
For a full year you were my willing slave, giving yourself to me without question. I felt invincible.
But that was before I ended up asking for one thing too much. You didn’t want to do it. I know you didn’t.
And when everyone finally figured out what I was using you for in the end, the blood was already on your hands, and it was too late.
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“So, you mean to tell me that the main event will be a guy that Eden, Jez, and I got tired of beating the tar out of the first four months of the year, defending a championship that hasn’t been seen since Bush was in office, a guy who spent the last two months talking about how much ‘trinkets’ didn’t matter to him?”
“I can understand moving the World Championship match to second position for huge, proven events like Battleground. That match is the point of that show. But we’re supplanting In Your Hands with an event that supplants the top prize for a piece of tin that actually doesn’t mean anything to anyone except the guy who says title belts don’t mean anything.”
“Did everyone forget what happened the last time someone strapped on a belt from a ghost ship federation? We ended up seeing some retired sociopath burn down Alan Wallace’s dressing room before lumbering out to lose to him at Horizons. What I’m saying is it’s embarrassing.”
“Moss Edwards vs Donovan Hastings is guaranteed history making without a world championship involved. PMN beating on Dragon has been done to death this year.”
“And to top it all off, the guy is actually celebrating the fact that he wasn’t defeated the entire time the Paramount Championship was retired. Did Eden knock him stupid with that pipe wrench?”
----------
Five years ago, who could have looked forward and seen that our stormy fling would wind up with a body count? Sure, in hindsight the clues were there. Overall, my inability to let anything go.
It was too much for you. You’d had enough, and now you were the one disgusted. So you did the one thing you could to get back at me while making sure you were separated from me as completely as possible.
I can’t believe I’m saying this, but it actually broke me to find you in bed with them. My mind immediately conjured up the images of all the depraved things they would demand of you, and my sense of honor erupted from within me. I couldn’t let these lecherous old men put their hands on you like that.
The point I kept missing is that nothing any of those debauchers could come up with would ever compare to the lengths I forced you into.
Now their bacchanalia has begun.
----------
“I want to go to Wrestlestock.”
“Ok… there’s more to that, I assume.”
“As number one contender.”
“I see. Is this the typical prematch spiel about how we’re going to treat each other like any other opponent once the bell rings?”
“No. I promised to be honest with you about everything from now on. I intend to enlist your help to do this. Like it or not, Hastings is the least rusty of the Puppet Masters. He has a chance to beat Marhsall.”
“I agree…”
“I want to spearhead PMN’s first official attack on The Puppet Masters, but if Hastings’ reign is over, then I feel like Moss and I would be the best chance to win UGWC back for the fans. And if Mickey Dragon hasn’t learned enough at this point, then a two on one match ought to put the exclamation point on his final lesson. Those are my intentions. If you’re not on board with it, I understand, and I won’t do it.”
“Do you mean that?”
“Yes, Eden. At the end of the day, if it’s you representing us on the last day of the festival, I’ll support you one hundred percent.”
----------
For a moment, I considered just walking away. All the wasted years, broken relationships, and crushed lives we left in our wake had amounted to nothing.
But you… you twisted and masochistic bitch. You’ve reached out through the mass of wrinkled bodies that now surround you, and you’ve used the same deplorable act to once again awaken the sadist in me.
I’ve been slowly backing away, forcing myself to watch as those five men sodomized you, feeling every bit the cuckold. But through the orgy, you’ve caught my eye once again, and you’re dangling your pleasure in front of me, begging me to force you back into my service.
Can I really believe you’ve already realized no one can possibly do you the way I do, and now that I’ve split you in two, no one else can keep you satisfied?
God help me, I want to.
I can’t help myself, I have to own you again.
I make myself sick.
----------
For years, tearing feverishly at one another, emerging from our desperate frolicking changed, stronger but more twisted.
And as much as we hate each other, the lust is stronger than ever. You want me as much as I want you.
You make me sick.
----------
“I can see exactly where this is going to go. I feel like everyone is stuck on the previous season of a television show, and all they can talk about is what happened during that midseason finale, when for me that was twenty something episodes ago.”
“Is everyone taking ignorant pills? The wedge in the Piercing Media Network is a myth. We’ve said our apologies, made our peace, and now we’re ready to move on. Eden and I aren’t enemies. Travis and I aren’t putting The Piercing Weapons to rest. As much as you all wish we’d go away so you can finally step into the void we’d create at the top, it’s not going to happen.”
----------
It’s funny how we met. Some misguided sense of purpose that led me to cross paths with you momentarily. I had no idea we’d end up tangled up with one another for five screwed up years.
I’ve got to admit, I kind of hated you at first. You were everything I despised in a lover. When my sister introduced me to you, I had absolutely no intention of giving you any more of my time than I absolutely had to.
Somehow, you managed to seduce me into sticking around, and before I knew what was happening, I was doing everything I could to win you over. It suddenly became the most important thing in my life to impress you.
It’s kind of funny when you think about it. I knew about you for most of my adult life. When I found out you had won over Jez, I was disgusted. But once I actually met you, you were the only thing I wanted.
----------
“I’m sorry. I don’t know how many times I could say it or if it would ever be enough, but I’m sorry.”
“Jet, I hear you. You’ve said it. That’s what I wanted.”
“What can I ever do to make up for what I’ve done?”
“You don’t have to make up for it by doing anything. Not doing certain things would be a better way to go.”
“I understand.”
“Let me make sure you do. If you ever try to use me without my knowledge again, I’ll do everything in my power to end you. And if you think I’m not capable of that, you’ve seriously misjudged me… again.”
“That’s more than fair.”
----------
I’m not even sure how to describe our relationship anymore. Once I had you, I knew I was in love, but I kept putting you down. You were mine, but I didn’t own you yet.
I had spent the first couple of years of our relationship letting you think you were in control. You threw everything at me, something I am convinced you do to all of your lovers. You broke me down, destroyed my confidence, and shattered my ego. But somehow, I still wanted you.
It wasn’t long before I started to lose friends, and even my family, who by this point wanted nothing to do with you, were warning me off of you.
I wouldn’t hear of it. The need to own you had become a consuming desire, and I wound up being abandoned in pursuit of you.
----------
“That was my fault. I know how much you wanted to take those from them.”
“Don’t beat yourself up over it. When we’re really ready, we’ll take them back.”
“But maybe if I hadn’t spaced, we could have finally shut the Network haters up. Hard to deny a Cooperative team is on the same page.”
“If anyone can look at how smoothly the rest of that match went and assume we hate each other is either wishful thinking or stupid.”
----------
It’s like I could feel the change coming over me, but was powerless to sate the hunger that was taking over my life. My mind began to snap, coming loose from it’s moorings and drifting from the dock of sanity as I put everything into owning you.
I finally saw the way, making deals with devils, severing previous ties, and eventually associating myself with your godawful parents for a short time.
And that’s when it happened. The man who eventually would become my most trusted friend, Travis, shared a few secrets about you that I hadn’t realized before, pointed out that the approach I had been using was good, but not enough.
Should I feel guilty that I took you at your weakest, when all your friends were leaving you at the party, wasted out of your mind and possibly dying?
It didn’t seem to matter to you. You knew what I’d done, and by this point, I finally owned you. For the first time since I met you, you were following me around, instead of the other way.
---------
“Wow, you really think this show is going to be crap don’t you?”
“Come on, Trav. Randomly assigned sins? How could anyone possibly look at a match between Edie, Mickey, and I and see Lust there?”
“I can’t wrap my head around that one either. Is the match going to be themed?”
“Ask the Paramount Champion. I didn’t study paleontology.”
“Wow… that was a stretch.”
----------
Despite how we wound up in what I considered the perfect relationship, this should have been the happy ending. I was content to think we would spend the rest of our lives together, just like this, with me calling all the shots, and you obediently catering to every sordid fantasy I could cook up.
Maybe I drove you to what you eventually did.
It took me a long time to come to terms with it, but I now can say out loud that I did what anyone who really owns someone does. I used you. Over and over I used you.
I made you fix yourself up enough to entice my family back. I made you whore yourself out to people I picked for you, even my newest best friend, Eden.
For a full year you were my willing slave, giving yourself to me without question. I felt invincible.
But that was before I ended up asking for one thing too much. You didn’t want to do it. I know you didn’t.
And when everyone finally figured out what I was using you for in the end, the blood was already on your hands, and it was too late.
---------
“So, you mean to tell me that the main event will be a guy that Eden, Jez, and I got tired of beating the tar out of the first four months of the year, defending a championship that hasn’t been seen since Bush was in office, a guy who spent the last two months talking about how much ‘trinkets’ didn’t matter to him?”
“I can understand moving the World Championship match to second position for huge, proven events like Battleground. That match is the point of that show. But we’re supplanting In Your Hands with an event that supplants the top prize for a piece of tin that actually doesn’t mean anything to anyone except the guy who says title belts don’t mean anything.”
“Did everyone forget what happened the last time someone strapped on a belt from a ghost ship federation? We ended up seeing some retired sociopath burn down Alan Wallace’s dressing room before lumbering out to lose to him at Horizons. What I’m saying is it’s embarrassing.”
“Moss Edwards vs Donovan Hastings is guaranteed history making without a world championship involved. PMN beating on Dragon has been done to death this year.”
“And to top it all off, the guy is actually celebrating the fact that he wasn’t defeated the entire time the Paramount Championship was retired. Did Eden knock him stupid with that pipe wrench?”
----------
Five years ago, who could have looked forward and seen that our stormy fling would wind up with a body count? Sure, in hindsight the clues were there. Overall, my inability to let anything go.
It was too much for you. You’d had enough, and now you were the one disgusted. So you did the one thing you could to get back at me while making sure you were separated from me as completely as possible.
I can’t believe I’m saying this, but it actually broke me to find you in bed with them. My mind immediately conjured up the images of all the depraved things they would demand of you, and my sense of honor erupted from within me. I couldn’t let these lecherous old men put their hands on you like that.
The point I kept missing is that nothing any of those debauchers could come up with would ever compare to the lengths I forced you into.
Now their bacchanalia has begun.
----------
“I want to go to Wrestlestock.”
“Ok… there’s more to that, I assume.”
“As number one contender.”
“I see. Is this the typical prematch spiel about how we’re going to treat each other like any other opponent once the bell rings?”
“No. I promised to be honest with you about everything from now on. I intend to enlist your help to do this. Like it or not, Hastings is the least rusty of the Puppet Masters. He has a chance to beat Marhsall.”
“I agree…”
“I want to spearhead PMN’s first official attack on The Puppet Masters, but if Hastings’ reign is over, then I feel like Moss and I would be the best chance to win UGWC back for the fans. And if Mickey Dragon hasn’t learned enough at this point, then a two on one match ought to put the exclamation point on his final lesson. Those are my intentions. If you’re not on board with it, I understand, and I won’t do it.”
“Do you mean that?”
“Yes, Eden. At the end of the day, if it’s you representing us on the last day of the festival, I’ll support you one hundred percent.”
----------
For a moment, I considered just walking away. All the wasted years, broken relationships, and crushed lives we left in our wake had amounted to nothing.
But you… you twisted and masochistic bitch. You’ve reached out through the mass of wrinkled bodies that now surround you, and you’ve used the same deplorable act to once again awaken the sadist in me.
I’ve been slowly backing away, forcing myself to watch as those five men sodomized you, feeling every bit the cuckold. But through the orgy, you’ve caught my eye once again, and you’re dangling your pleasure in front of me, begging me to force you back into my service.
Can I really believe you’ve already realized no one can possibly do you the way I do, and now that I’ve split you in two, no one else can keep you satisfied?
God help me, I want to.
I can’t help myself, I have to own you again.
I make myself sick.
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too late for the other side
caught in a chase
25 to life
caught in a chase
25 to life