Post by J.T. Starr on Jan 9, 2009 22:52:06 GMT -6
JT sat on the couch with his hands buried in his hands thinking about Sprit’s promo. “Poison? What poison? Blake didn’t want to go back to her… he didn’t want to stay awake plotting ways to kill himself because of her unloyalty. She won’t spend time with him and he’s slowly died inside… maybe she’d know if she actually forced herself to talk and him to listen.”
He turned around as the same woman that tortured him a couple weeks ago plopped down beside him and rested her legs over his lap. JT can tell she has something on her mind by her silence. “Aida… what’s wrong?”
She hasn’t talked to him since hearing Sprit talking; she was in a trance it seemed. “Do you remember that dream I had about dismembering Big Show and stuffing him in a suit case? I just been thinking what if I did that to her?”
JT looked at him his jaw hanging open not knowing rather to laugh or not. “Um… I don’t think that too many people would be happy about that. Why do you want to do that?”
“Heh… She’d look funny in a suit case with him wouldn’t she?” She looked over at him and kicked her foot in his chest. “Come now that’s funny, a denty little girl foot sticking out of Big Show’s ear. You have to admit it’s almost artistic, but goofy… like a Van Gogh Painting.”
He slightly let out a laugh. “I suppose so… did she say something to offend you?”
She paused for a quick second. “Just the idea that anyone could be better than me at being fucked up in the head. What makes her think that she is better than me?”
JT shrugs and pushed her feet off of him. Then leaned over and put his arm around her shoulders. “Listen you took on the name Amanda Young she’s probably so stupid she thinks you are the original.”
“Even if I am not the original she doesn’t even come close to understanding the greatness of Maxine. Maxine has kicked her ass time and time again. Over and over… and over and over… JT she is jealous... Jealous that she couldn’t ever be as good. She knows if somebody of Maxine’s caliber is aligned with you that you’re just as good as your brother… in my opinion you are better. Are you afraid of fire anymore? NO … Are you afraid of blood and all that?”
He pushed his hand against her face. “No… let’s just focus on her. There are a lot of things I want to do to her... not because I want to, but I was asked.”
He thinks about his brother and the meeting he’d just had with him. “Blake… I’ll probably end up hurting her.”
“I know…” His brother answered him not really seeming to show hardly any emotion on the situation.
“Don’t you even care?” JT inquired wondering why Blake didn’t seem concerned.
“I don’t care JT in fact I want you to.” Blake turned getting more into JT's face as he spoke.
“What?!”
“I want you to make her cry… tears to stream down her face mixed with blood. I want her to be almost lifeless at the end… don’t hold back and don’t you dare fucking disappoint me! If you are going to do this you better fucking do it right!” He was dead serious as if JT doesn’t meet his expectations then Blake would make him regret it.
“I’ll try…” Blake grabbed him by the throat and yelled.
“You will not try you will do! Don’t bother with it! You’re nothing but a little pussy Jackson!”
JT trembled he hates that name only Rage is allowed to call him by it anymore. “You take that back!”
Blake smugly chuckled. “Make me…”
JT threw a wild fist at Blake then slammed the guy’s head against the wall hard. He grabbed a mirror that was resting on a bench in Blake’s apartment and crashed it over his brother’s head. “TAKE IT BACK!”
Blake turned around his lip bleeding and his eyes slightly looking swollen. He laughed hard about it and waved off JT. “Fine… haha… I take it back. Don’t make me regret wanting you to put her out of her misery.”
Now back to present JT stares at the screen. “Sprit I might have taken it easy on you before crazed by my hatred for you or maybe a jealousy, but now you made it more personal then it could have been... *nick nick* Bad bad girl…” He waved his finger at the camera. “See Amanda might not be the same Amanda that you know, but I’ve learned a lot from her… I’ve learned a lot from Maxine Hunter and my sister Rage too. As for my brother in law… maybe if you talked to him outside of the bedroom you might know a little bit more about him. Blake doesn’t really care anymore… in fact he’s only with you because Nikki begged him to stay there. Sad… I know… Sprit you don’t have any idea what’s in my head… and I don’t intend on assuming what’s in yours. I actually rather not know, because it would probably make me pity you too much. Cell of Hell… which is exactly where I am sending you… Hell. Can you feel the burn? I know I can... Tootles Miss. Fire. This is my final word... you're title is mine and your legacy is only a stepping stone for me to stomp on. Thanks for helping make me my way to the top... it's been a blast... or will be rather."
JT laughs as he flips off the camera the screen shutting into a black screen ending the scene.
He turned around as the same woman that tortured him a couple weeks ago plopped down beside him and rested her legs over his lap. JT can tell she has something on her mind by her silence. “Aida… what’s wrong?”
She hasn’t talked to him since hearing Sprit talking; she was in a trance it seemed. “Do you remember that dream I had about dismembering Big Show and stuffing him in a suit case? I just been thinking what if I did that to her?”
JT looked at him his jaw hanging open not knowing rather to laugh or not. “Um… I don’t think that too many people would be happy about that. Why do you want to do that?”
“Heh… She’d look funny in a suit case with him wouldn’t she?” She looked over at him and kicked her foot in his chest. “Come now that’s funny, a denty little girl foot sticking out of Big Show’s ear. You have to admit it’s almost artistic, but goofy… like a Van Gogh Painting.”
He slightly let out a laugh. “I suppose so… did she say something to offend you?”
She paused for a quick second. “Just the idea that anyone could be better than me at being fucked up in the head. What makes her think that she is better than me?”
JT shrugs and pushed her feet off of him. Then leaned over and put his arm around her shoulders. “Listen you took on the name Amanda Young she’s probably so stupid she thinks you are the original.”
“Even if I am not the original she doesn’t even come close to understanding the greatness of Maxine. Maxine has kicked her ass time and time again. Over and over… and over and over… JT she is jealous... Jealous that she couldn’t ever be as good. She knows if somebody of Maxine’s caliber is aligned with you that you’re just as good as your brother… in my opinion you are better. Are you afraid of fire anymore? NO … Are you afraid of blood and all that?”
He pushed his hand against her face. “No… let’s just focus on her. There are a lot of things I want to do to her... not because I want to, but I was asked.”
He thinks about his brother and the meeting he’d just had with him. “Blake… I’ll probably end up hurting her.”
“I know…” His brother answered him not really seeming to show hardly any emotion on the situation.
“Don’t you even care?” JT inquired wondering why Blake didn’t seem concerned.
“I don’t care JT in fact I want you to.” Blake turned getting more into JT's face as he spoke.
“What?!”
“I want you to make her cry… tears to stream down her face mixed with blood. I want her to be almost lifeless at the end… don’t hold back and don’t you dare fucking disappoint me! If you are going to do this you better fucking do it right!” He was dead serious as if JT doesn’t meet his expectations then Blake would make him regret it.
“I’ll try…” Blake grabbed him by the throat and yelled.
“You will not try you will do! Don’t bother with it! You’re nothing but a little pussy Jackson!”
JT trembled he hates that name only Rage is allowed to call him by it anymore. “You take that back!”
Blake smugly chuckled. “Make me…”
JT threw a wild fist at Blake then slammed the guy’s head against the wall hard. He grabbed a mirror that was resting on a bench in Blake’s apartment and crashed it over his brother’s head. “TAKE IT BACK!”
Blake turned around his lip bleeding and his eyes slightly looking swollen. He laughed hard about it and waved off JT. “Fine… haha… I take it back. Don’t make me regret wanting you to put her out of her misery.”
Now back to present JT stares at the screen. “Sprit I might have taken it easy on you before crazed by my hatred for you or maybe a jealousy, but now you made it more personal then it could have been... *nick nick* Bad bad girl…” He waved his finger at the camera. “See Amanda might not be the same Amanda that you know, but I’ve learned a lot from her… I’ve learned a lot from Maxine Hunter and my sister Rage too. As for my brother in law… maybe if you talked to him outside of the bedroom you might know a little bit more about him. Blake doesn’t really care anymore… in fact he’s only with you because Nikki begged him to stay there. Sad… I know… Sprit you don’t have any idea what’s in my head… and I don’t intend on assuming what’s in yours. I actually rather not know, because it would probably make me pity you too much. Cell of Hell… which is exactly where I am sending you… Hell. Can you feel the burn? I know I can... Tootles Miss. Fire. This is my final word... you're title is mine and your legacy is only a stepping stone for me to stomp on. Thanks for helping make me my way to the top... it's been a blast... or will be rather."
JT laughs as he flips off the camera the screen shutting into a black screen ending the scene.