Post by Angel Blake on Jan 26, 2018 2:32:13 GMT
Tires screeched in your ears as you took a sharp left turn, your hands white knuckling the steering wheel of the 1977 Mustang Mach 1.
”You don’t remember this do you?”
Besides you her ruby red lips spread into a terrible grin as she gently rubbed your shoulder. Shelly was an image to behold, her skin was white as a porcelain doll and her hair blacker than black. She was like a wicked angel.
”You’ve blocked this from your mind?”
She spoke again in a mocking tone, her fingers dancing across your ice cold cheek. In the rearview mirror you see the grinning face of a small girl.
”She loved you so much.”
Her tone became cold. Angry.
”She thought the world of you.”
Your palms began to sweat as you continued to stare at the little girl bouncing in the back seat.
”It’s a shame you killed her.”
Suddenly Shelly’s nails dug deep into the flesh of your neck as your eyes returned to the road and directly in front of you was a telephone poll. There was no time to course correct as all too quickly the car came to an abrupt stop, Shelly flying through the windshield was the last thing you saw as your head made contact with the steering wheel. Everything went dark.
”I gave you so many second chances, Angel. I let you back into my life after you promised to change. You never did. Things would always go back to the way they were.”
Your eyes fluttered open. A limp child’s body lay next to you. You begin to shake with fear.
”The drugs. The drinking. The abuse. You would always embrace these vices with open arms despite my warnings, my begging. Do you remember how much you enjoyed choking me into submission?”
Before you could turn the body over a hand gripped your neck from outside of the vehicle. Shelly stood there, her face covered in blood, her flesh torn, her body distorted and disjointed like a Picasso painting.
”HOW DOES IT FEEL TO SUFFER!?”
With a strength not known to you she rips you from the car and tosses you onto the pavement.
”YOU KILLED US!”
Her face becomes even more ghoulish and wicked like a wraith.
”And do you feel sorry? Do you seek redemption? NO! You run and hide in your own psyche. So utterly weak to face who you are! You created me... “
You try to scurry to your feet but your hands plant themselves onto broken glass and you are left motionless as she grips you again by the neck.
”And I created God.”
She lifts you up over her head, her smirk nearly masking her tone.
”Why do you keep resisting me?”
”I… Want… To… Be… Bett-”
“NO!”
With the force of a bulldozer she tosses your limp body into the side of the Mustang!
”You don’t want anything. That’s why you made me. That’s why I made God. I gave you a purpose.”
With extreme pain you turn and look at the motionless body of your daughter.
”There is nothing I can’t accomplish in your name. Angel Blake has become more than a man, more than a wrestler, I’ve made Angel Blake into a force of nature. All you have to do is surrender to me. Surrender.”
She approaches you slowly with robotic yet chaotic movements. You reach for a broken shard of glass and bring it to your neck but she grips your wrist like a vice.
”There’s no easy way out.”
Your bones crack in her grasp. She takes the shard of glass and smiles before burying it deep into your chest.
”It’s time for Angel Blake to die just like his family did!”
She stabs you again and again your blood painting her face like a crimson clown as she starts to laugh.
”Look into the face of GOD!!!”
The edges of your vision begin to black and slowly make their way in until there is nothing…
”I am perceived as evil”
That darkness begins to wash away as your vision returns anew.
”In your eyes my actions are that of a deranged lunatic.”
And all around you in a amber hue stands the faithful. The few followers who remain.
”You do not fully comprehend the actions of God and I do not condemn you for such ignorance. It is a tall order to ask mere mortals to understand the machinations of God. However your blatant lack of faith is something I cannot tolerate.”
“Your perception of good and evil is incredibly skewed.”
“Are you good simply because you deem yourself so? Am I evil simply because you do not understand my actions? What is good? What is evil? What makes you any better than anyone else? What makes me any worse? These are the questions I lay before you as we enter this fatal four way contest.”
“Why are any of you any better than me?”
Their torches burn bright against your cold flesh as you sit once more atop your throne made of chilled stone.
”Each of you has entertained the devil at your dinner table. Each of you is marked by the sins of your past. You may excuse it as doing what needed to be done or that you were simply young and dumb or perhaps you excuse your actions as nothing more than a mistake. The fact remains not a one of you is without sin.”
“I do not excuse my actions.”
“I am well aware that some of the things I do are terrible. It pained me to bury my son alive. However it is something that needed to be done. I needed the Imperial Wrestling Federation to understand that I am no longer forgiving of their ignorance. I will not tolerate the child like behavior of the masses.”
“You wish to act like ignorant children and that is how I will treat you.”
“There will be no warm embrace from God there will only be the cold, hard back of my hand striking against your flesh. You will know the same evil you have allowed to spread and cultivate. I waited long enough for you to change the world, now I will force that change.”
“I will bring peace through a culling.”
You stand now, your black leather cloak falling around you.
”One by one I will eliminate the non believers! I will rid this world of the intolerant and the ignorant. No longer will you be allowed to roam free spreading the disease that is your own self righteousness! I will end the selfish hypocrisy that runs rampant throughout the Imperial Wrestling Federation!”
“Mike Laszlo. Bob Pooler. Andrew Jacobsen.”
“All self proclaimed heroes. All men who have sat idle as terrible events have transpired. Not a one of them willing but more than able to stand up and defend the weak. You all have watched as time after time forces of true evil have torn away at this promotion. None of you have ever been concerned with the prolonged life of Imperial Wrestling, instead choosing to focus on your own future, your own goals. You would rather the IWF burned to a cinder than be burned defending it.”
“You will not kill my creation.”
“No longer will you be allowed to defend in name only something I brought to prominence. It was my mistake entrusting any of you with the tall task of carrying the IWF forward and it is my duty to correct that mistake and rid this promotion of false idols. None of you are worthy of the crown of Imperial Champion.”
“None of you are heroes.”
“My desires are pure. True. I wish to once again raise all ships in my tide. I will be the example all others will follow, all others will aspire to be. I will be the hero the IWF deserves.”
One foot fall follows the other, your boots echoing in the torch light.
”I will rid this company of the bickering insolents and once again usher in an age of pure competition. A company built on the simple decree of Survival of the Fittest. A company where the ignorant and the argumentative are not tolerated. A company where cowards are excommunicated. A company where you either fight for the betterment of Imperial Wrestling or you die.”
“My judgment has already been passed.”
“None of you belong here.”
“You do not deserve Imperial Wrestling.”
“Imperial Wrestling deserves better heroes than you.”
“So I enter this Fatal Four Way with one goal in mind and that is to bury each of you with my chosen son. I will be the villain you crave, the enemy you desire. I will fight you as you expect because that is what you deserve and I will rip each of you apart with my bare hands. I will not flinch as arms are torn from sockets, as flesh is ripped from bone, as blood stains the ring. I will be the only one left standing over a heap of bodies.”
“And you will see the terrible face of God.”
“The only face you deserve.”
The torches light the way to a mirror and standing before you is the pale painted face of God bearing the unnerving smile of a vicious predator.
”This is not a contest of wills. This is not a contest of skill. This is a flood of biblical proportions that will wash the lot of you from the face of this world. You will drown in the sins of your past as you come to one terrible realization.”
“I am God.”
“And this world as well as everything in it is mine to love, nurture and care for just as everything in it is mine to utterly destroy with a snap of my fingers. You only exist because I allow it but that allowance is spent and Sunday Night each of you will fall beneath my boot heel.”
“Mike Laszlo. Bob Pooler. Andrew Jacobsen.”
“The false idols will fall.”
“God will rise.”
“And the Imperial Wrestling Federation will finally understand that I am absolute. I am eternal. I am unbeatable.”
“I. Am. Necessary. Evil.”
Reciting violence like poetry, no, you can't sit with us
Too fashionably plain (now say my name)
Forget everything you think you knew of who I used to be
I look much better as... as the enemy
Imma have my fucking cake and eat yours too
It's my party and I'll die when I want to
Die when I want to, die when I want to
The monster you've made is wearing the crown
I'll be the king and you'll be the clown
I'll take the blame, parade it around
You've made me the villain you can't live without
”You don’t remember this do you?”
Besides you her ruby red lips spread into a terrible grin as she gently rubbed your shoulder. Shelly was an image to behold, her skin was white as a porcelain doll and her hair blacker than black. She was like a wicked angel.
”You’ve blocked this from your mind?”
She spoke again in a mocking tone, her fingers dancing across your ice cold cheek. In the rearview mirror you see the grinning face of a small girl.
”She loved you so much.”
Her tone became cold. Angry.
”She thought the world of you.”
Your palms began to sweat as you continued to stare at the little girl bouncing in the back seat.
”It’s a shame you killed her.”
Suddenly Shelly’s nails dug deep into the flesh of your neck as your eyes returned to the road and directly in front of you was a telephone poll. There was no time to course correct as all too quickly the car came to an abrupt stop, Shelly flying through the windshield was the last thing you saw as your head made contact with the steering wheel. Everything went dark.
”I gave you so many second chances, Angel. I let you back into my life after you promised to change. You never did. Things would always go back to the way they were.”
Your eyes fluttered open. A limp child’s body lay next to you. You begin to shake with fear.
”The drugs. The drinking. The abuse. You would always embrace these vices with open arms despite my warnings, my begging. Do you remember how much you enjoyed choking me into submission?”
Before you could turn the body over a hand gripped your neck from outside of the vehicle. Shelly stood there, her face covered in blood, her flesh torn, her body distorted and disjointed like a Picasso painting.
”HOW DOES IT FEEL TO SUFFER!?”
With a strength not known to you she rips you from the car and tosses you onto the pavement.
”YOU KILLED US!”
Her face becomes even more ghoulish and wicked like a wraith.
”And do you feel sorry? Do you seek redemption? NO! You run and hide in your own psyche. So utterly weak to face who you are! You created me... “
You try to scurry to your feet but your hands plant themselves onto broken glass and you are left motionless as she grips you again by the neck.
”And I created God.”
She lifts you up over her head, her smirk nearly masking her tone.
”Why do you keep resisting me?”
”I… Want… To… Be… Bett-”
“NO!”
With the force of a bulldozer she tosses your limp body into the side of the Mustang!
”You don’t want anything. That’s why you made me. That’s why I made God. I gave you a purpose.”
With extreme pain you turn and look at the motionless body of your daughter.
”There is nothing I can’t accomplish in your name. Angel Blake has become more than a man, more than a wrestler, I’ve made Angel Blake into a force of nature. All you have to do is surrender to me. Surrender.”
She approaches you slowly with robotic yet chaotic movements. You reach for a broken shard of glass and bring it to your neck but she grips your wrist like a vice.
”There’s no easy way out.”
Your bones crack in her grasp. She takes the shard of glass and smiles before burying it deep into your chest.
”It’s time for Angel Blake to die just like his family did!”
She stabs you again and again your blood painting her face like a crimson clown as she starts to laugh.
”Look into the face of GOD!!!”
The edges of your vision begin to black and slowly make their way in until there is nothing…
”I am perceived as evil”
That darkness begins to wash away as your vision returns anew.
”In your eyes my actions are that of a deranged lunatic.”
And all around you in a amber hue stands the faithful. The few followers who remain.
”You do not fully comprehend the actions of God and I do not condemn you for such ignorance. It is a tall order to ask mere mortals to understand the machinations of God. However your blatant lack of faith is something I cannot tolerate.”
“Your perception of good and evil is incredibly skewed.”
“Are you good simply because you deem yourself so? Am I evil simply because you do not understand my actions? What is good? What is evil? What makes you any better than anyone else? What makes me any worse? These are the questions I lay before you as we enter this fatal four way contest.”
“Why are any of you any better than me?”
Their torches burn bright against your cold flesh as you sit once more atop your throne made of chilled stone.
”Each of you has entertained the devil at your dinner table. Each of you is marked by the sins of your past. You may excuse it as doing what needed to be done or that you were simply young and dumb or perhaps you excuse your actions as nothing more than a mistake. The fact remains not a one of you is without sin.”
“I do not excuse my actions.”
“I am well aware that some of the things I do are terrible. It pained me to bury my son alive. However it is something that needed to be done. I needed the Imperial Wrestling Federation to understand that I am no longer forgiving of their ignorance. I will not tolerate the child like behavior of the masses.”
“You wish to act like ignorant children and that is how I will treat you.”
“There will be no warm embrace from God there will only be the cold, hard back of my hand striking against your flesh. You will know the same evil you have allowed to spread and cultivate. I waited long enough for you to change the world, now I will force that change.”
“I will bring peace through a culling.”
You stand now, your black leather cloak falling around you.
”One by one I will eliminate the non believers! I will rid this world of the intolerant and the ignorant. No longer will you be allowed to roam free spreading the disease that is your own self righteousness! I will end the selfish hypocrisy that runs rampant throughout the Imperial Wrestling Federation!”
“Mike Laszlo. Bob Pooler. Andrew Jacobsen.”
“All self proclaimed heroes. All men who have sat idle as terrible events have transpired. Not a one of them willing but more than able to stand up and defend the weak. You all have watched as time after time forces of true evil have torn away at this promotion. None of you have ever been concerned with the prolonged life of Imperial Wrestling, instead choosing to focus on your own future, your own goals. You would rather the IWF burned to a cinder than be burned defending it.”
“You will not kill my creation.”
“No longer will you be allowed to defend in name only something I brought to prominence. It was my mistake entrusting any of you with the tall task of carrying the IWF forward and it is my duty to correct that mistake and rid this promotion of false idols. None of you are worthy of the crown of Imperial Champion.”
“None of you are heroes.”
“My desires are pure. True. I wish to once again raise all ships in my tide. I will be the example all others will follow, all others will aspire to be. I will be the hero the IWF deserves.”
One foot fall follows the other, your boots echoing in the torch light.
”I will rid this company of the bickering insolents and once again usher in an age of pure competition. A company built on the simple decree of Survival of the Fittest. A company where the ignorant and the argumentative are not tolerated. A company where cowards are excommunicated. A company where you either fight for the betterment of Imperial Wrestling or you die.”
“My judgment has already been passed.”
“None of you belong here.”
“You do not deserve Imperial Wrestling.”
“Imperial Wrestling deserves better heroes than you.”
“So I enter this Fatal Four Way with one goal in mind and that is to bury each of you with my chosen son. I will be the villain you crave, the enemy you desire. I will fight you as you expect because that is what you deserve and I will rip each of you apart with my bare hands. I will not flinch as arms are torn from sockets, as flesh is ripped from bone, as blood stains the ring. I will be the only one left standing over a heap of bodies.”
“And you will see the terrible face of God.”
“The only face you deserve.”
The torches light the way to a mirror and standing before you is the pale painted face of God bearing the unnerving smile of a vicious predator.
”This is not a contest of wills. This is not a contest of skill. This is a flood of biblical proportions that will wash the lot of you from the face of this world. You will drown in the sins of your past as you come to one terrible realization.”
“I am God.”
“And this world as well as everything in it is mine to love, nurture and care for just as everything in it is mine to utterly destroy with a snap of my fingers. You only exist because I allow it but that allowance is spent and Sunday Night each of you will fall beneath my boot heel.”
“Mike Laszlo. Bob Pooler. Andrew Jacobsen.”
“The false idols will fall.”
“God will rise.”
“And the Imperial Wrestling Federation will finally understand that I am absolute. I am eternal. I am unbeatable.”
“I. Am. Necessary. Evil.”
Reciting violence like poetry, no, you can't sit with us
Too fashionably plain (now say my name)
Forget everything you think you knew of who I used to be
I look much better as... as the enemy
Imma have my fucking cake and eat yours too
It's my party and I'll die when I want to
Die when I want to, die when I want to
The monster you've made is wearing the crown
I'll be the king and you'll be the clown
I'll take the blame, parade it around
You've made me the villain you can't live without
Well howdy there pardner.