April...And Pain it brings #2

Revenge is an act of passion.
Vengeance of justice.

April…

It took her less than a minute to die.

Two bullets, both close-contact hits, sent her slumping to the black and white tiled floor, crystal-blue eyes glazed and watery, staring up at a blue ceiling dotted with red stars. Her long brown hair was heavy with sweat and blood and was forced to one side of what had been a face pretty enough to always earn a smile. During those last few seconds, she lay there whispering a silent prayer, the two plates of hot food she had been holding scattered, white cream sauce from the grilled Dover sole running down the ring leg of her black slacks. Her left arm twitched and one of her shoes had somehow landed near her neck, a low-heeled pump resting on its side, black strap snapped off. She had bought the shoes with the money from her last pay check, paying more than she could afford for a pair of Ferragamos she had always dreamed of owning. She closed her eyes and wondered if she would be buried wearing those shoes.

That main dining room of the large midtown restaurant was now a crime scene to my step mothers murder.

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It's that time again, ladies and estrogents.

It's time for your weekly kick-in-the-head statement of reality from the Professional Bastard himself, Yours Truly, Rico Sutton.

This week I have the pleasure of further digging the grave of the east's least favorite son, NC-17. For fuck's sake, what is this guy still doin' here? He gets his face planted into the mat on a weekly baises, Sure I was in that same boat, but unlike NC-17 I enfolded into something better.

Into something that has a future! Honestly, NC-17 couldn't be a bigger fuck-up unless he got suspended for drug violations, then lost his house and his dog to a fire.

NC-17, here's a little for you. Go back to Indiana, or Hic ville, or wherever the fuck you call home, go back to reliving the movie WHITEBOY, and just be content with being the local coulda-been-a-contender. You're never going to get anywhere in this business, not when you've got the likes of Johnny Styles, Cyber Punk, Brenton Cyrus, myself, and even Joe Santiago all ready to kick you back off the ladder when you try to climb up.

See, there's an order of things in the world, NC-17. Not just in the wrestling business, but the world as well. There are people who are there to be the stepping stones for the superstars. People like Chill, Barney Green and yourself. Then you've got the superstars, the people who bring in the money, because the people pay to see them. People like Ramirez Silva, Havoc, Nic Leone, Mexican Samurai, Cyber Punk, and myself.

You can stay in this business as long as you want, NC-17, but you'll never amount to much more than you are now. You'll keep going up against guys like me, and we'll keep stomping you back into the mud.

Don't go thinking you're better than anyone else in the wrestling industry, NC-17, especially not better than me.

Know your place. You're destined to be a loser.

That's reality for you.