Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2013 8:41:29 GMT
People call me evil. They call me sick, twisted, insane. Those, are simply words. Words writing in a book, with meanings that are supposed to evoke a kind of reaction. A kind of emotional response. See people say these things to me, they call me these names as a way to label me. They try to classify and understand me. But I’m not something that can be labelled or understood by words in a dictionary. I’m not like anything you people have seen before.
In this business, things are often looked at as black and white. Right and wrong. You cheer for those who make moral choices, you boo those who look out for themselves. You cheer those who seem to be full of honor and courage. And boo those who seem in your eyes to be malicious or cowardly. What happens, if someone is all of these things?.....or none of them?.....
As a race, humans are full of these contractions.
Humans are capable of loving kindness, and extreme anger and cruelty. I say “humans” and not “we” because I’m not including myself with the likes of you primates. And this isn’t some tired alien crap that Trent Helms has been shoving down your throats, I know biologically I’m the same as all of you. I’m a carbon based life form. Flesh, bone, muscle and blood. But mentally, I’m completely different. I think differently, I act differently and my whole life I’ve been forced to believe I was wrong and there was something wrong with me, that I was a freak and I denied my nature to try and live like all of you.
I denied it, to the point of agony.
And in the end do you people know what denial did?. It drew people towards me. It brought them to me and they liked the fake me. They laughed with me, cried with me and beneath the mask I’d created was an emotionless void and as I continued to fake it, as I continued to act and pretend, I had a family love me. I had a woman and her parents and siblings, her friends….they loved me. Cared for me. But it wasn’t real…..
I smiled back.
I projected a mirror of their love.
And in the end it destroyed them……..
Thursday 23rd January 2013, Montgomery Alabama.
Nero stands alone. In front of a large wooden door. His long platinum blonde hair tied back from his pale, almost dead skin. He wears a black suit and a white button up shirt, he knocks on the door and after a few moments a woman answers, in her late forties, blonde hair, blue eyes. She has obviously taken care of herself. She looks at Nero and her eyes fill with mixed emotions. One moment compassion and happiness, the next anger and fear. She looks away and shakes her head before speaking in a unique southern accent.
“You shouldn’t have come here…..”
Nero looks down and sighs deeply. He shakes his head and sighs. He tries with everything he can to show the necessary emotion. Is it sadness?. Is it anger?. Regret maybe?. He fills his eyes with these emotions and looks up, trying not to betray the humanity he once struggled to understand and feel.
“I had to…..she and I….Bec….and I….shared something…..”
The older woman holds back tears. She clenches her fist trying not to unleash the anger that seems to be buried deep. She steps to the side and allows Nero to come in. Inside many people stand with their heads down. Many people crying and having looks of despair. An elderly woman sits alone staring at something in the next room. As Nero approaches he turns to see the casket. Large and brown, shined up to a polish with gold fittings. Inside lays a beautiful young woman with Blonde hair and blue eyes not unlike the older woman who greeted Nero at the door.
“Why are you here boy?.....”
Nero seems startled as he looks to the side. The elderly woman spoke with a similar southern accent, her voice full of heavy burden and a crippling sadness.
“I came to pay my respects Mrs Ryan……”
The elderly woman turns her head. She want to believe him so much. The history between Nero and her family seems to flash in her eyes.
“I really want to believe that Nathan……tell me. Did you love her?.....Did you love my Rebecca as much as she obviously loved you?....”
Nero turns away from the elderly woman and stares at the body of Rebecca Ryan, the young woman who Nero had tried to love
“I tried to……I hope she knew that…..I-“
“What are you doing here?!?”
An angry male voice pierces Nero’s mind. He turns to find a man ib his late forties in a black suit and fire in his eyes.
“Mr Ryan I-“
“No!...I don’t want you to speak……how dare you come into my home…..”
“David please I let him in…..”
The older woman puts her hand on her husbands trying to calm him down, he turns and slaps away her hand and turns to her face to face.
“Daria….this….devil is responsible for our little girl being taken from us. It was his actions, his words that led her to do what she did….”
Nero looks away as the argument rages on.
“She’s in the lords hands now….”
The man grits his teeth and closes his eyes.
“No….you know that’s not true. Our lord doesn’t forgive a mortal sin. She took her life because of him, she can never be at our lord’s side now. She is forever doomed, and forever punished because of him…..SHE TOOK HER LIFE BECAUSE OF YOU……GET OUT….”
Nero goes to open his mouth, but as he does many other men, young and old stand behind David Ryan. Nero simply bows his head towards the elderly woman and Daria Ryan before brushing past the crowd of men, all warm with anger and frustration. Nero slips around and out the door into the street. His face changes from filled with emotion and sadness to an emotionless void. A seemless transition.
“Well, after being left off the Extreme Endurance show and having a small interaction with the worthless tool that is Davey Ortega it seems as if IWF has finally realized that the best thing to do with me is to unleash me, instead of ignore me.”
Nero sits cross legged on the floor in black jeans, black boots and a black long sleeved shirt with a hood pulled over his head. A few strands of his long hair flow out the front. Jade and the hulking man known as “the bodyguard” sit behind him.
“A few weeks ago I stepped in the ring against Stephan Kingsley. And after a hard fought match he was able to walk out as the winner. Now I’m willing to forget this happened and chalk it up to ring rust but what I cannot forgive is losing to someone like him. I punished myself, because honestly. Stephan Kingsley is the worst professional wrestler I have ever seen. His entire personality is flawed and has more plot holes than the third movie in Chrstopher Nolans dark knight trilogy.”
“And that’s a lot of plot holes….”
“Now I’m speaking as someone who has been in and around this business for most of my adult life. When I was a younger man my father, while he was still alive, made me watch endless amounts of tape on my brother. I was meant to be the next step in his grand plan to create the perfect fighting warrior. He conditioned me to have no emotion and to fear no man. But he also made me a student of the game. He made me study the best of the best. He made me watch Japanese death matches from the eighties that featured Gib. He made me watch the wars between Angel and Spike Kane and Angel and Alex Jones….”
Nero slowly smirks and shakes his head.
“I grew up watching the greatest of the great Stephan. And none of them, none of the legends I watched were ever anything like you. You’re a horrible robotic cliché of what you think a wrestler should be. A terrible accent, a terrible grouping of stories and bullshit. And what’s more we are supposed to believe that an aging crocodile hunter who looks like a melting piece of pepper jack cheese that’s been left under the grill for too long can somehow get a woman like A Girl Has No Name. Not to mention the fact we all have to hear about it….”
“While you sound like a lovesick puppydog….”
“And just a general question here but…how can a man like you…six foot eight….over three hundred pounds….actually expect to pull off that flipping piledriver over and over? Am I supposed to believe you’re some kind of super athlete?. I’m six foot four, two hundred and forty pounds and I am still very young and athletic…..yet I wouldn’t be able to do that……is it the crocodile meat?. Is that what does it?.....”
“My head hurts….”
Nero slides his hands over his head sliding his hood back.
“Stephan you are a parody of something that wasn’t funny to begin with. An ex-con from a borderline livable country with a horrible personality and every single promo you release is an insult to the wrestling business and an offense to my mental stability and senses. So please Stephan PLEASE after this match…either leave or change everything about yourself……and when I say everything I mean everything. Go get plastic surgery, change your name, learn to wrestle a style that suits your size instead of being a giant flying fruit bat and LEARN TO SPEAK AS A NORMAL PERSON…you know instead of c-3po….except without the charisma……”
Nero scratches his head.
“Now that I’m done fixing everything that’s wrong with Stephan Kingsley…you’re welcome by the way now I can get on to everything that is wrong with Joe Everyman….and where do I start?. My contempt with humanity Joeseph….is mirrored on to you. The human race is a parasite in this world. And you Joe are the combination of everything wrong…or as some people would believe…right with the world. First off Joe, let me say that part of me admires you. You have built yourself up from nothing time and time again and climbed that ladder to become what you always wanted to be.”
“Only to come tumbling down harder than before.”
“You fell from grace like Lucifer after the angelic war. Or so the bible would have you believe. I personally think Lucifer just got sick of god’s bullshit. But moving back to the point. You Joe spent year after year climbing higher and higher each time you got shoved down. And then finally a shiny beacon to all those around you and a big EFF YOU to everyone who thought you couldn’t do it you finally FINALLY won the big one. You became the IWF Imperial Champion…..the first champion…..”
Nero smiles feigning pride and happiness for Joe.
“After all you’d been through. The trials and tribulations, the NCW and XHF alums who told you time and time again that you would never make it and that Joe Everyman just wasn’t “the man” you proved them wrong and won that belt. You got to hold your head high Joe. Your little girl got to look at her daddy with pride. Tell me, when she finally felt she could hold her head high did her neck make that sickening “cccrrraaack” sound?......”
“Sorry…just a question…..”
“But still, you were proud, your family was proud and you were poised to be to IWF what Lance Ryan was to NCW and what Reeshi…you remember him don’t you? Was to XHF. You were going to be the dominant first champion that set that bar high for the next to come after you. You were going to be the feel good story that would keep IWF riding high. But then, the management team of IWF found out what everyone else already knew….”
Nero frowns and nods.
“Joe Everyman is not championship material.”
Nero laughs to himself.
“You lived out your usefulness Joe. You were the exception to the rule don’t you see?. You winning that belt proved that anything can happen in IWF and that there was no invisible glass ceiling that people couldn’t break through. That was your purpose, that was your legacy passing you by.”
“You should of waved hello….”
“Bu what have you done since then Joe?. Your most recent match up was against my older brother’s one time protégé Cable Arcane. He blamed you for his mutilation, he had strength and conviction…you had a loss…..”
Nero laughs again.
“Now IWF management appear to want to punish you for mistakes and slights. So you have to use a “five count” to win this match. You add that to the fact that I need a win to assert my dominance and this is a situation where you find yourself to be at a disadvantage. You have the bigger name Joe, people have followed you, they are emotionally invested in you. You have the hearts and minds of the common man. And for me to break them, to show them that their heroes are vulnerable….well beating you would start that process. They would see their blue collar hero fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness. They will see you crumble beneath my boot like the insignificant little cockcroach you are…..”
“Just like the rest of these…insects called humanity…..”
“You, like them will fall before me. I am the righteous, I am the prototype for what humanity should and will aspire to be. Void of the useless emotions like love and happiness. A movement towards a common goal of perfection. To better yourself through knowledge and physical dominance. That is what it means to be truly human…and I will show you both the way…..just like I have the rest of my family…..”
Nero slowly puts his arms out, Jade kneels down next to Nero as The bodyguard stands behind him, arms folded.
Well howdy there pardner.