Post by Austin Gale on Nov 30, 2016 2:34:30 GMT -5
Austin: “Twitter is so irritating.”
His scrolling had become much quicker. Sliding his finger across the tablet as the tweets flew by, Austin was getting more and more irritated by the minute. Austin looked like he was preparing to attend a meeting. His suit pants and dress shirt were perfectly ironed. His tie hanging loosely around his neck. The cameraman, Mike, had started to nod off. It was supposed to be a day of filming vlog material but instead Austin was caught up in another fight on the sky blue based site. Flipping the cover closed, Austin tossed the tablet onto the couch next to him.
Austin: “Seriously, it just constant bickering. People whining about losing. Guys randomly trying to fuck anything with vagina and a heartbeat. Sometimes the latter isn’t even necessary. Benny constantly posting pictures showing just how prissy he actually is. I swear the best part of the site is Fantanna and Franchise constantly putting the fairy in his place. And then there are people like Hunter Storms.”
Throwing his head back, Austin’s hands follow to his face. He rubs his face and then begins to shake a finger towards the camera. Rising back up, Austin stares directly into the camera.
Austin: “Hunter, if the only response you have refers to punching someone, you need to hire a mouth piece. Maybe Benny is available. We’ve already seen he likes to fight your battles for you. Let me give you a piece of advice, sweetheart. Whether it’s business or bitches, being able to use your words is an asset. Once you learn how to respond with some kind of wit, you will be closing deals and dropping panties without raising as much as a finger. Bu don’t go dropping your panties for me. Not even I drink enough to make you pretty.”
Rising to his feet, Austin proceeds over to his liquor cabinet. Reaching inside he pulls out a bottle of scotch and a glass. He fills the glass half full and returns to his seat on the couch. Taking a quick sip, Austin rests the glass on his leg.
Austin: “The trick is to get in your opponent’s head before they even step into the ring. Have them believing they will lose and they will have mentally quit before the match begins. That’s what I’ve done. I have you thinking that the only way you will beat me is by ‘slamming your fist off my teeth’. All the power to you because after all, this is a fight. But what happens when I get back up? What happens when you punch me and kick me with all of your might but when you are too tired to throw another punch, I’m still standing? What happens then? From what I’ve seen from Twitter that is all you can do. Allow me to explain what will happen. We’re going to step into that ring. You’re going to punch me. You’re going to kick me. You’re going to pull out all of the stops and then you are going to kneel down and kiss my boot. You’re mentally broken. All I have left to do is break you physically.”
Taking another sip of his drink, Austin sets the glass down. He rises back to his feet and paces over to the large wardrobe in the corner of the room. Swinging opens the doors, a large mirror springs forward. Taking his current tie off and tossing it inside, Austin opts for a blue and black tie instead. He begins to tie it rather meticulously as Mike has now grabbed the tablet. Opening up Google, he begins to search for Hunter Storms.
Mike: “Austin. I’m pretty sure this Hunter fellow is a guy.
Austin: “Unimportant details, Mike. Unimportant details. Hunter mopes on twitter like a teenage girl who was dumped by her boyfriend. He acts like he is crying into a tub of ice cream while coming up with his tweets. The guy can consider himself a man all he wants. After our match on Sunday, he will be crying like a bitch. When he wakes up on Monday Hunter will open his phone, turn on the twitter app and cry about his loss like he does every other day.”
Finally finished tying his tie, Austin buttons it to his shirt. Reaching inside, he grabs a straight gray jacket and pulls it on. Buttoning it up and brushing himself off, Austin turns around to face the camera.
Austin: “People enjoy storms, Mike. they find them peaceful. Calming. They feel relaxed as the rain showers down upon them. But what happens when the winds whip up to a gale? When the gale becomes strong enough that they are certain a tornado is on it’s way? That calming and relaxed feeling is replaced by a fear. A fear that shakes them to their very core. They don’t know if they will wake up to their house being destroyed or if they won’t wake up at all. That’s the difference between Hunter and I. He is like a storm on a hot summer day while I leave people fearing for their lives. I will make Hunter feel that fear. He will fear the Gale Force.”
Pacing over to the camera, Austin hits the off switch. He turns towards Mike who appears to be frozen with fear.
Austin: “Now if you don’t mind I have a meeting that will be much more difficult than my match with that creatin. You never know how lunch dates with mother will go.”
Tossing the rest of the scotch back, the screen fades to black.
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The 360 Restaurant. The revolving restaurant at the top of Toronto’s CN Tower. Austin hated heights. He never truly understood why his father decided to purchase the restaurant in the first place. But it was left in his name so he had decided to keep it running. The entire restaurant was closed for the meeting which was about to occur. Lunches with his mother always ended volatile. Austin knew that. Maybe today would be different. Highly unlikely.
Mother: “So nice of you to show up, Austin. Maybe for once you could show up to one of these sober.”
Austin: “Speak for yourself. We all know why you call these monthly meetings so let’s just cut to the point where I deny your insane request so I can go back to preparing for my match.
Mother: “Ah yes, your new found hobby of ‘wrestling’. How barbaric. I do wish you would hold yourself to high standards then the peasants that walk below us. It really is quite disgusting. Rolling around. Getting covered in each other’s sweat. I thought you were better than that other child.
Austin: “That other child is also your son, mother. And he is a much better wrestler than I am.”
Mother: “He’s not my son! He is the offspring of your father and that other slut that came before me. I only agreed to look after him because your father passed when you were both young. He’s a grown man now. He should be able to take care of himself.”
Austin: “He does look after himself. You’re just mad that our father left his fortune to us. Apparently even he knew you just married him for his money. Now you depend on the two of us to pay for your expensive lifestyle.”
Mother: “He doesn’t take care of himself. That is all his wife’s doing. I’m just amazed he even got married to a woman. I always thought he was as straight as a bowling ball. He shouldn’t have been left anything at all. Your father was a fool.”
Austin: “You realize my brother taught me everything there is to know about business, right? He may have done it in a strange way but he still did it. He is also the one that trained me to wrestle. The reason I will beat Hunter like the peasant he is.”
Mother: “At least we can both agree upon that. Let’s just hope one of her high heels doesn’t break on the way to the ring. Not that it matters. I’m sure her makeup will already be running from crying about her problems on Twitter.”
Austin: “That reminds me, did you know Hunter was actually a guy?”
Mother: “Are you serious? Well, those doctors are clearly miracle workers. Turns out they can turn anyone into a male these days.”
Austin: “Apparently so. But at least that explains why he is Benny’s type. I guess the dickless need to stick together. They were practically making out on Twitter. Absolutely disgusting. I’ll make sure to toss Benny some money so he can at least afford parking when visiting Hunter at the hospital. I have no idea how you could be that broke. It’s like he was raised by Brazilians.”
Mother: “No one can say the Gale’s don’t give to charity.”
As she opens her mouth to say more, the door to the restaurant swings open. Standing in the doorway is Adam Wolfe, accompanied by The Franchinger.
Wolfe: “Hi Austin! Hi Mom!”
Wolfe charges into the room and jumps onto a chair nearly knocking all of the drinks over. Austin grabs his as it starts to sway while his mother rolls her eyes.
Mother: “Hello, dear. I hope your flight went well.”
Wolfe: “It was the best! They even let Wolfe buckle up all his puppets! Jessica is here too!”
Mother: “Oh goodie. The more the merrier.”
Fade to black.
His scrolling had become much quicker. Sliding his finger across the tablet as the tweets flew by, Austin was getting more and more irritated by the minute. Austin looked like he was preparing to attend a meeting. His suit pants and dress shirt were perfectly ironed. His tie hanging loosely around his neck. The cameraman, Mike, had started to nod off. It was supposed to be a day of filming vlog material but instead Austin was caught up in another fight on the sky blue based site. Flipping the cover closed, Austin tossed the tablet onto the couch next to him.
Austin: “Seriously, it just constant bickering. People whining about losing. Guys randomly trying to fuck anything with vagina and a heartbeat. Sometimes the latter isn’t even necessary. Benny constantly posting pictures showing just how prissy he actually is. I swear the best part of the site is Fantanna and Franchise constantly putting the fairy in his place. And then there are people like Hunter Storms.”
Throwing his head back, Austin’s hands follow to his face. He rubs his face and then begins to shake a finger towards the camera. Rising back up, Austin stares directly into the camera.
Austin: “Hunter, if the only response you have refers to punching someone, you need to hire a mouth piece. Maybe Benny is available. We’ve already seen he likes to fight your battles for you. Let me give you a piece of advice, sweetheart. Whether it’s business or bitches, being able to use your words is an asset. Once you learn how to respond with some kind of wit, you will be closing deals and dropping panties without raising as much as a finger. Bu don’t go dropping your panties for me. Not even I drink enough to make you pretty.”
Rising to his feet, Austin proceeds over to his liquor cabinet. Reaching inside he pulls out a bottle of scotch and a glass. He fills the glass half full and returns to his seat on the couch. Taking a quick sip, Austin rests the glass on his leg.
Austin: “The trick is to get in your opponent’s head before they even step into the ring. Have them believing they will lose and they will have mentally quit before the match begins. That’s what I’ve done. I have you thinking that the only way you will beat me is by ‘slamming your fist off my teeth’. All the power to you because after all, this is a fight. But what happens when I get back up? What happens when you punch me and kick me with all of your might but when you are too tired to throw another punch, I’m still standing? What happens then? From what I’ve seen from Twitter that is all you can do. Allow me to explain what will happen. We’re going to step into that ring. You’re going to punch me. You’re going to kick me. You’re going to pull out all of the stops and then you are going to kneel down and kiss my boot. You’re mentally broken. All I have left to do is break you physically.”
Taking another sip of his drink, Austin sets the glass down. He rises back to his feet and paces over to the large wardrobe in the corner of the room. Swinging opens the doors, a large mirror springs forward. Taking his current tie off and tossing it inside, Austin opts for a blue and black tie instead. He begins to tie it rather meticulously as Mike has now grabbed the tablet. Opening up Google, he begins to search for Hunter Storms.
Mike: “Austin. I’m pretty sure this Hunter fellow is a guy.
Austin: “Unimportant details, Mike. Unimportant details. Hunter mopes on twitter like a teenage girl who was dumped by her boyfriend. He acts like he is crying into a tub of ice cream while coming up with his tweets. The guy can consider himself a man all he wants. After our match on Sunday, he will be crying like a bitch. When he wakes up on Monday Hunter will open his phone, turn on the twitter app and cry about his loss like he does every other day.”
Finally finished tying his tie, Austin buttons it to his shirt. Reaching inside, he grabs a straight gray jacket and pulls it on. Buttoning it up and brushing himself off, Austin turns around to face the camera.
Austin: “People enjoy storms, Mike. they find them peaceful. Calming. They feel relaxed as the rain showers down upon them. But what happens when the winds whip up to a gale? When the gale becomes strong enough that they are certain a tornado is on it’s way? That calming and relaxed feeling is replaced by a fear. A fear that shakes them to their very core. They don’t know if they will wake up to their house being destroyed or if they won’t wake up at all. That’s the difference between Hunter and I. He is like a storm on a hot summer day while I leave people fearing for their lives. I will make Hunter feel that fear. He will fear the Gale Force.”
Pacing over to the camera, Austin hits the off switch. He turns towards Mike who appears to be frozen with fear.
Austin: “Now if you don’t mind I have a meeting that will be much more difficult than my match with that creatin. You never know how lunch dates with mother will go.”
Tossing the rest of the scotch back, the screen fades to black.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The 360 Restaurant. The revolving restaurant at the top of Toronto’s CN Tower. Austin hated heights. He never truly understood why his father decided to purchase the restaurant in the first place. But it was left in his name so he had decided to keep it running. The entire restaurant was closed for the meeting which was about to occur. Lunches with his mother always ended volatile. Austin knew that. Maybe today would be different. Highly unlikely.
Mother: “So nice of you to show up, Austin. Maybe for once you could show up to one of these sober.”
Austin: “Speak for yourself. We all know why you call these monthly meetings so let’s just cut to the point where I deny your insane request so I can go back to preparing for my match.
Mother: “Ah yes, your new found hobby of ‘wrestling’. How barbaric. I do wish you would hold yourself to high standards then the peasants that walk below us. It really is quite disgusting. Rolling around. Getting covered in each other’s sweat. I thought you were better than that other child.
Austin: “That other child is also your son, mother. And he is a much better wrestler than I am.”
Mother: “He’s not my son! He is the offspring of your father and that other slut that came before me. I only agreed to look after him because your father passed when you were both young. He’s a grown man now. He should be able to take care of himself.”
Austin: “He does look after himself. You’re just mad that our father left his fortune to us. Apparently even he knew you just married him for his money. Now you depend on the two of us to pay for your expensive lifestyle.”
Mother: “He doesn’t take care of himself. That is all his wife’s doing. I’m just amazed he even got married to a woman. I always thought he was as straight as a bowling ball. He shouldn’t have been left anything at all. Your father was a fool.”
Austin: “You realize my brother taught me everything there is to know about business, right? He may have done it in a strange way but he still did it. He is also the one that trained me to wrestle. The reason I will beat Hunter like the peasant he is.”
Mother: “At least we can both agree upon that. Let’s just hope one of her high heels doesn’t break on the way to the ring. Not that it matters. I’m sure her makeup will already be running from crying about her problems on Twitter.”
Austin: “That reminds me, did you know Hunter was actually a guy?”
Mother: “Are you serious? Well, those doctors are clearly miracle workers. Turns out they can turn anyone into a male these days.”
Austin: “Apparently so. But at least that explains why he is Benny’s type. I guess the dickless need to stick together. They were practically making out on Twitter. Absolutely disgusting. I’ll make sure to toss Benny some money so he can at least afford parking when visiting Hunter at the hospital. I have no idea how you could be that broke. It’s like he was raised by Brazilians.”
Mother: “No one can say the Gale’s don’t give to charity.”
As she opens her mouth to say more, the door to the restaurant swings open. Standing in the doorway is Adam Wolfe, accompanied by The Franchinger.
Wolfe: “Hi Austin! Hi Mom!”
Wolfe charges into the room and jumps onto a chair nearly knocking all of the drinks over. Austin grabs his as it starts to sway while his mother rolls her eyes.
Mother: “Hello, dear. I hope your flight went well.”
Wolfe: “It was the best! They even let Wolfe buckle up all his puppets! Jessica is here too!”
Mother: “Oh goodie. The more the merrier.”
Fade to black.