Post by Angel Blake on Aug 13, 2013 2:52:58 GMT
I saw it all happen on the monitor in my office. I sat horrified as Tara chased after Doc. My blood ran cold as I knew what was going to happen next. I was in the hall before she hit the floor. I ran faster than I ever ran before and when I came around that corner all I could see was his smiling face as my wife, his sister lay on the floor. I ran to her and dropped to my knees, skidding to a stop next to her. I scooped her up, I cradled her in my arms, I knew sheād been through worse but no one had ever hurt her like he didā¦
I looked up and I saw him, he stood there, that smug look on his face. It got even smugger when I made the match. I knew it right there, as he smiled at me, backing off that I had just given him exactly what he wantedā¦
āTara?ā
Her eyes began to flutter open, med staff surrounded us, I fought them off but I know they needed to check her out. Her hand gripped mine as they loaded her on the gurney. I bent down near her and whispered in her earā¦
āIām sorryā¦ā
She smiled as they took her away from meā¦
Iām not entirely sure what happened next. When I was younger I used to black out in the ring and when I came to my arms were raised, blood covered and sore but raised all the same. I remember trying to find Doc, I remember damn near tearing the arena to pieces but he was gone. I remember trying to speak with Simon but it was all nonsense and warnings. Before long I found myself alone outside, my back against the wall, my right hand shaking ever so slightly as I did something I hadnāt done in years and lit a cigarette in my mouth. The rush of the smoke calming me for a moment or two but even as I stood there, allowing the drug to calm me down, all I could really think about was tearing another man to pieces.
The red light on the camera flashed before me, the expectant faces of the men behind it waiting for me to say something. I shook my head. A lot of things ran through my head before I opened my mouth, threats, promises, falling back on what most people expected of me but the one thing that kept repeating over and over like a broken recordā¦
This went beyond wrestling.
āThe career of Angel āSavior Xā Blake began in April or May of 1999.It ended only a few short months ago at a Night to Remember in one of the most brutal matches he had ever had the luxury of taking part inā¦ā
I laugh as I find myself talking in the third personā¦
āIām done with the gimmicks and the kayfabe, Doc. Iām done with the monikers and flashy nicknames. If this was all some elaborate plan to get one last match out of the monster known as Angel, youāre four months too late. He retiredā¦ā
I take a long drag of the cigarette and allow itās even toxins to take me to heaven for the briefest of momentsā¦
āOnly one man gets the honor of saying they ended that career and itās Spike Kane.ā
I just scoff.
āWas that all this was, Doc? Some big plan to get me into one more match to settle our old feud from ncw? Doc, Iāve got bad news for you, I stopped caring about and our rivalry along time ago. See, itās only a rivalry if the two people feuded are considered to be in the same league. Two ncw hall of fame plaques and a slew of titles you never even got close enough to breath on put us in two clearly different categories.ā
Iāve never been one to brag but it feels good to say it.
āI know youāve built up this false delusion over the years that the two of us are actually very close competitively but let me say this in no uncertain terms. The legacy of Doc doesnāt even hold a fucking match to Angel. You will never, ever be better than me.ā
I laugh.
āEven if you beat me at Legacy, even if you kill me, you wonāt come close to touching my legacy. Angel is one of the most feared men in the history of professional wrestling. I carried a division on my back and brought it to heights never seen before. I defeated the monster Homeless Harold on two separate occasions, both times for a world championship, I defeated five of the greatest names ncw ever saw in a single match, Iāve been a part of some of the greatest stables, tag teams and all around kliqās. And you? What have you done besides chase my fucking tail?ā
I turn and spit on the ground, still savoring my cigaretter.
āIām sorry to be frank but Iām done playing the dark hero, Doc, Spike beat and retired that man, that dark gothic monster that you couldnāt even hope to emulate, let alone defeat. And now youāre left with me, the man behind the monster. Nice to meet you Chris, my nameās Edward Angel Blake, I believe you know my wife Tara Blake and our son, Eddie Jr.ā
Taking on final drag I drop the cigarette on the ground.
āYou fucked with my family for the last time Doc. I stood back and I let you spin your lies to Tara because I knew eventually sheād catch you, I had nothing to prove to her, she knows I love her. She knows Iāve always put my family before myself. See, youāve built up this great little image in your head about how evil I am but truth is Doc, itās a fucking mirror your looking at. Iāve never lied about who I was or what Iāve done to be who I am, Iām damn proud of my career and there isnāt a single thing Iād change about it because Iām a fucking LEGEND! Iām a god to those fans, Chris, a god. And what are you? A boarder line paraplegic on his farewell tour. HAH!ā
I step forward and grimace into the camera.
āSo you wanna end me? Go for it, Doc. Itās not going to prove a single damn thing. Youāre still going to wake up Monday morning, the kid that never quite lived up to his potential . And they wonāt be talking about how bad you kicked my ass, no, theyāll be talking about how much punishment I can take and keep coming. Theyāll be talking about how you just barely survived. Theyāll be talking about how much longer you can go before you flake out again because itās just too damn hard.ā
I grab the lens and pull it close.
āSo go ahead, kill me, youāre still going to be a pathetic little shit in the morning.ā
āAngel?ā
I hear the door to the arena close behind me, I turn and see her standing there, her icy blue eyes cutting through the darkness. My goddess, Taraā¦
āTaraā¦ā
She steps forward but Iāve already swept her up in my arms.
āIām-ā
āSorry.ā
We look into each otherās eyes after finishing each otherās sentence and laugh.
āI should have listened-ā
āAnd I should have answered the phone. It doesnāt matter, weāre here now. Are you ok?ā
āThey said I should be fine, just a bump on the head.ā
I keep looking her over just to make sure sheās really here but I canāt resist much longer and I pull her in for a kiss, one as deep if not deeper than the one I gave her the day we were married. We pull apart slowly, not wanting to let go of one another for fear of being separated again.
āAngelā¦ā
āYeah.ā
āI donāt want you to fight Doc.ā
Her words hit me like a freight train.
āWhat?ā
āAngel, Iāve heard him over the last month, what he wants to do to you, itās sick! He wants to end your career, maybe your life!ā
I look at her in total disbeliefe.
āWHAT DO YOU THINK IāM GOING TO DO TO HIM!?ā
āBā¦ But I donāt want you toā¦ā
āWhat?ā
āAsshole or not, heās still my brother, heās still family!ā
I take a moment and step back, my head is spinning from what she just said. The only thing on my mind since he took her from me was snapping his neck in front of a jam packed arena and she just told me no...
I look at her for a long time as she pleads with me with her eyes. I step up to her and grip her tightly by the shouldersā¦
āI love you Taraā¦ā
āI love you.ā
āBut heās not my family.ā
I let her go and step back.
āAt Legacy this ends one way or the other.ā
āAngel, please!ā
āNO! Iāve sat back long enough and watched as this piece of shit has tried to rip my family apart, MY FAMILY! Not his. He isnāt your brother! He isnāt Edwardās uncle or Aaronās or Hayleighās! He wasnāt at their birthdays or our wedding! HEāS NEVER BEEN THERE FOR YOU UNLESS ITāS BEEN TO HURT ME! FUCK HIM, TARA!ā
She doesnāt know what to say, Iāve never spoken to her like that. I havenāt spoken to anyone like that sinceā¦ Shellyā¦
āAngelā¦ā
āIām sorryā¦ Iām putting an end to this Tara.ā
She reaches out for me but I pull away. I understand why she feels the way she does, I really too. I used to have a family, they were a lot like Doc. They were backstabbers and manipulators and as much as I wanted to save them I couldnātā¦ I wish she could understand that but all sheās wanted her whole life was a family to call her own. I break down and clasp her handā¦
āWeāre your family now. Me. Edward. Hayleigh. Aaron. Even Jennie. Iām sorry he hurt you. Iām sorry he isnāt capable of feeling love in his hurt. But I love you, I love our family. I love what weāve built and I am going to do anything I have to to protect it. Anything. This isnāt the Boyhood Dream vs Savior X anymore, this is Chris Docherty vs Eddie Blake and only one of us gets to walk away this time Tara. It needs to end.ā
āI knowā¦ā
āI truly am sorry.ā
She nods. It hurts. I know it does. Iāve had to fight my own family before. Iāve had to end my own family before. It isnāt easy, but nothing worth fighting for ever is. Tara is worth fighting for and he tried to take her away from me. He tried to put an end to everything I built and nowā¦
Heās going to pay with everything he has left.
EVERYTHING.
I feel sorry for Tara, I really do. All she ever wanted was to have a family, a brother who loved her but Doc isn't capable of loving other people. He's spent most of his life alone and he likes it that way. He thinks it makes him stronger to stand on his own, he thinks it makes him better. But when I look at my career, when I look at my defeats, I always see the light at the end of that tunnel and it was my family. I had Tara to come home to, our children, I had a life to go back too. Forget about what you saw on television, forget about the face paint and the threats, everything I've done was to secure a future for my family.
To secure my legacy.
I know no matter what happens my legacy is safe, my family will be safe. Doc can't hurt us anymore, he played his last hand and it was a bluff. Now he's got to face the music at Legacy and the only question left un answered is, is he really as good as he thinks he is?
Can he really end another man's career?
Life?
As I stand her and hold my wife, his sister in my arms I know my answer. I don't know it because I've done it before, I don't know it because it makes for a cute tag line on a poster, I know it because there isn't a damn thing on this earth that could stop me from protecting my family. Doc hurt them, all of them and I promise he will live just long enough to regret it.
I looked up and I saw him, he stood there, that smug look on his face. It got even smugger when I made the match. I knew it right there, as he smiled at me, backing off that I had just given him exactly what he wantedā¦
āTara?ā
Her eyes began to flutter open, med staff surrounded us, I fought them off but I know they needed to check her out. Her hand gripped mine as they loaded her on the gurney. I bent down near her and whispered in her earā¦
āIām sorryā¦ā
She smiled as they took her away from meā¦
Iām not entirely sure what happened next. When I was younger I used to black out in the ring and when I came to my arms were raised, blood covered and sore but raised all the same. I remember trying to find Doc, I remember damn near tearing the arena to pieces but he was gone. I remember trying to speak with Simon but it was all nonsense and warnings. Before long I found myself alone outside, my back against the wall, my right hand shaking ever so slightly as I did something I hadnāt done in years and lit a cigarette in my mouth. The rush of the smoke calming me for a moment or two but even as I stood there, allowing the drug to calm me down, all I could really think about was tearing another man to pieces.
The red light on the camera flashed before me, the expectant faces of the men behind it waiting for me to say something. I shook my head. A lot of things ran through my head before I opened my mouth, threats, promises, falling back on what most people expected of me but the one thing that kept repeating over and over like a broken recordā¦
This went beyond wrestling.
āThe career of Angel āSavior Xā Blake began in April or May of 1999.It ended only a few short months ago at a Night to Remember in one of the most brutal matches he had ever had the luxury of taking part inā¦ā
I laugh as I find myself talking in the third personā¦
āIām done with the gimmicks and the kayfabe, Doc. Iām done with the monikers and flashy nicknames. If this was all some elaborate plan to get one last match out of the monster known as Angel, youāre four months too late. He retiredā¦ā
I take a long drag of the cigarette and allow itās even toxins to take me to heaven for the briefest of momentsā¦
āOnly one man gets the honor of saying they ended that career and itās Spike Kane.ā
I just scoff.
āWas that all this was, Doc? Some big plan to get me into one more match to settle our old feud from ncw? Doc, Iāve got bad news for you, I stopped caring about and our rivalry along time ago. See, itās only a rivalry if the two people feuded are considered to be in the same league. Two ncw hall of fame plaques and a slew of titles you never even got close enough to breath on put us in two clearly different categories.ā
Iāve never been one to brag but it feels good to say it.
āI know youāve built up this false delusion over the years that the two of us are actually very close competitively but let me say this in no uncertain terms. The legacy of Doc doesnāt even hold a fucking match to Angel. You will never, ever be better than me.ā
I laugh.
āEven if you beat me at Legacy, even if you kill me, you wonāt come close to touching my legacy. Angel is one of the most feared men in the history of professional wrestling. I carried a division on my back and brought it to heights never seen before. I defeated the monster Homeless Harold on two separate occasions, both times for a world championship, I defeated five of the greatest names ncw ever saw in a single match, Iāve been a part of some of the greatest stables, tag teams and all around kliqās. And you? What have you done besides chase my fucking tail?ā
I turn and spit on the ground, still savoring my cigaretter.
āIām sorry to be frank but Iām done playing the dark hero, Doc, Spike beat and retired that man, that dark gothic monster that you couldnāt even hope to emulate, let alone defeat. And now youāre left with me, the man behind the monster. Nice to meet you Chris, my nameās Edward Angel Blake, I believe you know my wife Tara Blake and our son, Eddie Jr.ā
Taking on final drag I drop the cigarette on the ground.
āYou fucked with my family for the last time Doc. I stood back and I let you spin your lies to Tara because I knew eventually sheād catch you, I had nothing to prove to her, she knows I love her. She knows Iāve always put my family before myself. See, youāve built up this great little image in your head about how evil I am but truth is Doc, itās a fucking mirror your looking at. Iāve never lied about who I was or what Iāve done to be who I am, Iām damn proud of my career and there isnāt a single thing Iād change about it because Iām a fucking LEGEND! Iām a god to those fans, Chris, a god. And what are you? A boarder line paraplegic on his farewell tour. HAH!ā
I step forward and grimace into the camera.
āSo you wanna end me? Go for it, Doc. Itās not going to prove a single damn thing. Youāre still going to wake up Monday morning, the kid that never quite lived up to his potential . And they wonāt be talking about how bad you kicked my ass, no, theyāll be talking about how much punishment I can take and keep coming. Theyāll be talking about how you just barely survived. Theyāll be talking about how much longer you can go before you flake out again because itās just too damn hard.ā
I grab the lens and pull it close.
āSo go ahead, kill me, youāre still going to be a pathetic little shit in the morning.ā
āAngel?ā
I hear the door to the arena close behind me, I turn and see her standing there, her icy blue eyes cutting through the darkness. My goddess, Taraā¦
āTaraā¦ā
She steps forward but Iāve already swept her up in my arms.
āIām-ā
āSorry.ā
We look into each otherās eyes after finishing each otherās sentence and laugh.
āI should have listened-ā
āAnd I should have answered the phone. It doesnāt matter, weāre here now. Are you ok?ā
āThey said I should be fine, just a bump on the head.ā
I keep looking her over just to make sure sheās really here but I canāt resist much longer and I pull her in for a kiss, one as deep if not deeper than the one I gave her the day we were married. We pull apart slowly, not wanting to let go of one another for fear of being separated again.
āAngelā¦ā
āYeah.ā
āI donāt want you to fight Doc.ā
Her words hit me like a freight train.
āWhat?ā
āAngel, Iāve heard him over the last month, what he wants to do to you, itās sick! He wants to end your career, maybe your life!ā
I look at her in total disbeliefe.
āWHAT DO YOU THINK IāM GOING TO DO TO HIM!?ā
āBā¦ But I donāt want you toā¦ā
āWhat?ā
āAsshole or not, heās still my brother, heās still family!ā
I take a moment and step back, my head is spinning from what she just said. The only thing on my mind since he took her from me was snapping his neck in front of a jam packed arena and she just told me no...
I look at her for a long time as she pleads with me with her eyes. I step up to her and grip her tightly by the shouldersā¦
āI love you Taraā¦ā
āI love you.ā
āBut heās not my family.ā
I let her go and step back.
āAt Legacy this ends one way or the other.ā
āAngel, please!ā
āNO! Iāve sat back long enough and watched as this piece of shit has tried to rip my family apart, MY FAMILY! Not his. He isnāt your brother! He isnāt Edwardās uncle or Aaronās or Hayleighās! He wasnāt at their birthdays or our wedding! HEāS NEVER BEEN THERE FOR YOU UNLESS ITāS BEEN TO HURT ME! FUCK HIM, TARA!ā
She doesnāt know what to say, Iāve never spoken to her like that. I havenāt spoken to anyone like that sinceā¦ Shellyā¦
āAngelā¦ā
āIām sorryā¦ Iām putting an end to this Tara.ā
She reaches out for me but I pull away. I understand why she feels the way she does, I really too. I used to have a family, they were a lot like Doc. They were backstabbers and manipulators and as much as I wanted to save them I couldnātā¦ I wish she could understand that but all sheās wanted her whole life was a family to call her own. I break down and clasp her handā¦
āWeāre your family now. Me. Edward. Hayleigh. Aaron. Even Jennie. Iām sorry he hurt you. Iām sorry he isnāt capable of feeling love in his hurt. But I love you, I love our family. I love what weāve built and I am going to do anything I have to to protect it. Anything. This isnāt the Boyhood Dream vs Savior X anymore, this is Chris Docherty vs Eddie Blake and only one of us gets to walk away this time Tara. It needs to end.ā
āI knowā¦ā
āI truly am sorry.ā
She nods. It hurts. I know it does. Iāve had to fight my own family before. Iāve had to end my own family before. It isnāt easy, but nothing worth fighting for ever is. Tara is worth fighting for and he tried to take her away from me. He tried to put an end to everything I built and nowā¦
Heās going to pay with everything he has left.
EVERYTHING.
I feel sorry for Tara, I really do. All she ever wanted was to have a family, a brother who loved her but Doc isn't capable of loving other people. He's spent most of his life alone and he likes it that way. He thinks it makes him stronger to stand on his own, he thinks it makes him better. But when I look at my career, when I look at my defeats, I always see the light at the end of that tunnel and it was my family. I had Tara to come home to, our children, I had a life to go back too. Forget about what you saw on television, forget about the face paint and the threats, everything I've done was to secure a future for my family.
To secure my legacy.
I know no matter what happens my legacy is safe, my family will be safe. Doc can't hurt us anymore, he played his last hand and it was a bluff. Now he's got to face the music at Legacy and the only question left un answered is, is he really as good as he thinks he is?
Can he really end another man's career?
Life?
As I stand her and hold my wife, his sister in my arms I know my answer. I don't know it because I've done it before, I don't know it because it makes for a cute tag line on a poster, I know it because there isn't a damn thing on this earth that could stop me from protecting my family. Doc hurt them, all of them and I promise he will live just long enough to regret it.
Well howdy there pardner.