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| Topic Started: Apr 6 2016, 10:16 AM (61 Views) | |
| Hero | Apr 6 2016, 10:16 AM Post #1 |
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Sterling couldn't help as he continued staring into Kelcey Wallace's perfect blue eyes feeling like he had made the worst possible judgment call he could have conceivably made in trying to return for the Best of the Best Tournament. His first performance being underwhelming was an understatement. She had been nice to him then. She was sweet despite his apparent... issues. He had stayed tuned into the programming since and he knew she wouldn't be that way this year. He would march down to the ring, towering over the small woman and be completely powerless to stop her as she pummeled him to death, assuming he mustered the courage to do so. "Maybe it isn't too late," he found himself muttering. The thought of backing out seemed to be the best course of action. He couldn't muster the strength to talk to women, much less be in physical contact with them. Even if the woman in question was beating him unconscious in front of the world. He could take his stupid contract, give them back their stupid money and be done with this whole stupid ordeal. He loved the sport, had always dreamed as a child of being a star. Unfortunately the largest promotion in the world consisted largely of the bane of his existence. He suffered from gynophobia and anyone who told him that wasn't real was fortunate to never finding themselves having to relate. For some reason some people tied the term with misogyny which he found incredibly insensitive after looking up the word. He didn't hate women. He just felt the compulsive need to flee from them. Unfortunately this appeared to be a fairly rare condition, especially to the degree he suffered. He wanted to believe there was hope. He wanted to believe everything would get better. He continued staring into those eyes when he felt it. He looked down at the bulge in his pants and sighed. That would forever prove to be completely useless in it's actual purpose. Closing his laptop he continued contemplating just leaving. Not showing up. To hell with it all! That wouldn't be very nice of him though. To be given a second chance and bail again? He knew what was there and he wanted to try anyway. Clearly this was important to him. He wanted to believe there was a reason. That somehow this would help him overcome this disfiguring disease ridding him of ever living what Big Bang Theory and Friends and other shows he enjoyed showed him to be a normal life. He wouldn't back down. No matter how much he wanted to. He would kill himself first. Flipping open the laptop he glanced over other members of the roster and sadly suicide was sounding more appealing the more he thought about it. Life wasn't a movie. Not everyone was special. Some people were just meant to be better off dead. He felt inclined to believe he was one of them. He sighed before standing up to go to the gym. The only wood he was playing with were the logs he used to work out with. The only life he was taking was the non physical one he could be experiencing and yet couldn't. He could at least continue trying. No matter how empty and unfulfilling that proved to be. One could hope. |
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