Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2013 6:45:21 GMT
The past. We all have it, even a newborn baby has the womb. But it’s what we use the memories of the past for that defines what kind of person we are. Do we look upon the past and dwell on mistakes made?. On missed opportunities?. Or do we learn from it, mold our futures in it?.
Some people look at their past and have nothing but a heart full of regret. Or anger.
But what can we learn?. Many believe that the more you dissect and examine the past the more you can learn lessons to help later in life. But me personally?, I prefer to look to the future. But that doesn’t mean the past has no place in my life. I just believe you can’t learn as much as you believe. Every past is unique, each life, each story.
How can you apply lessons from one moment in the past to the next?.
There is not one moment in my history that will repeat itself. Each moment is unique and different, dealing with different people, different moods and attitudes. Anyone who believes that the lessons are the same and can be applied are ignorant and blind.
My greatest lessons in life were taught to me in blood and pain. And even though they were in the past their meanings ring true because they encompassed all life’s pleasures and pains. They weren’t just one unique time or place, the lessons I learn were ambiguous and open to interpretation.
These lessons formed me into who I am today. And what have those lessons made me?. Do you all see me as an evil entity?. Corrupt and grotesque?.
As a demon?. A devil?
Or am I a divine light?. An angel sent from the heavens in a strange form?. The lord works in mysterious ways right?. If you don’t accept his words, his gifts you will burn in a pit of fire. You will be tortured and burn in a pit of eternal despair and hatred with pain and anguish. He will make you pay and is vengeful….
But he loves you right?
A contradiction of terms and personality. I guess that seems close to who I am and what I do. I guess in a way we are all the face of god. A contradiction in terms of life and lessons….
Lessons from the past.
Friday August 2nd 2013 Los Angeles California
The music in the club pumps. Soothing bass lines with some guitar and vocals from the artist known as celldweller. Black clad women and men rub against each other on the dance floor. Nero sits alone in a booth, a glass of absinthe infront of him. He scans the dance floor and the bar until he hears a ruckus.
“You whore!”
A large man dressed in a tight black tapout shirt and faded and torn jeans is in the face of a young woman, she recoils in fear as he yells in her face.
“What did I tell you?....WHAT DID I TELL YOU”
He slaps her across the face, she falls to her knees and holds her hands up as the man closes his fists in anger. He turns to his friends who look away obviously uneasy with what they’ve seen but not on raising voice or hands in defense. The girl gets to her feet and holds back tears.
“Go fix yourself up…you look pathetic…”
She turns and walks towards the bathroom, making her way past Nero who shoots her a glance, she goes into the women’s bathroom and moments later she emerges face caked with makeup covering the red mark. The girl walks past Nero, but he steps in front of her.
“I’m sorry…..”
She avoids his gaze and tries to walk past Nero, he steps infront of her again and tilts his head smiling warmly.
“Please let me pass…..he…he’ll….”
“He’ll what woman?......”
The girl looks away, a tear rolls down her cheek.
“My name is-“
“You have no name….”
She looks at Nero hurt, and feeling the same as when she was hit.
“While you let yourself get treated like that you have no name…no future…no past…you’re nothing, a shell, a husk to be used and thrown away like trash…..”
The girl looks down as a voice comes from behind her.
“Hey…what the fuck are you doing?”
The guy in the tapout shirt stands behind the girl, his eyes burning a hole through Nero.
“You talking to my woman..and you?...you flirting with this guy?....bitch you better not be….”
Nero tilts his head, his long blond hair flows over his face, he walks past the girl and stands in front of the angry young man and his friends, Nero scans them and looks down shaking his head.
“Oh you rolling up on me?....I don’t care how big you are…my boys are going to take you out in the parking lot and make you our bitch…..”
Nero stays stone faced, an arrogant grin comes across his lips as he ignores the foolish and small human in front of him. Nero instead turns his attention t the four men flanking him.
“Gentlemen…..if I could beg your indulgence for a moment. I take it from your movements that this isn’t the first time this….man has asked you do his dirty work for him….”
They all look at each other and then back at Nero.
“Before this all goes down let me ask you a few questions, first of all, I know the four of you could take me out, I’m not foolish enough to believe my size and strength could over power the five of you. But believe me, it wouldn’t be easy…and you would not come out unscathed….”
The four guys look as if they want to advance on Nero but he puts up a hand and one finger.
“But. I’m assuming you all have mothers?, sisters?, grandmothers?, aunts?, wives?, girlfriends?, daughters?. Tell me…how would you react if this man treated them like how he treats this woman?....what would you do?.....”
They all stop and shoot uneasy glares at one another.
“You all want to do the same thing, the right thing….but don’t just listen to me….ask her….”
They all look at the girl, her eyes filled with tears, her body language showing that she has lived through violence and mental abuse. They all have the feelings of being ashamed The guy in the tapout shirt steps forward.
“Bro’s…come on…this guy says a bunch of fancy shit and you’re going to believe it…you know she’s nothing but a little hoe and I’m just putting her in her place right??.......right?....”
Nero laughs to himself as the men advance on him, they take him outside as we hear screams of pain and anger. Nero turns to the girl and smiles at him.
“Jade….”
“What?”
“My name’s Jade….”
“Yes….yes it is…”
Nero and Jade leave as Nero puts his arm around her, holding her tight telling her from now on, all is balanced in the world.
“Oh Mr. Ortega”
Nero sits alone, his long hair over his face. His pale features just shining through the golden curtain.
“For weeks, I’ve tried to hold your attention. I gave you warnings, I gave everyone warnings but they fell on deaf ears. You took it upon yourself to get in my way. To hide behind your little computer and verbally bash who I was and what I was about. And the thing is everyone else ignores you and couldn’t care less but me?. Well I took it as a sign that you were to be a victim of your own arrogance. I took it as a sign that my crosshairs were now fixed on a target.”
“You….”
“You were chosen and pushed into the way of a moving truck. A truck that is going to run you over and leave you as road kill. Our verbal jabs back and forth are still going on right now. Social media seems to be your weapon of choice. You lash out over and over….”
“It’s sad it really is….”
Nero smirks and sits back.
“You work so hard to get the attention of those who are better than you Spike Kane took your Empire and you get so angry and feel disrespected. What about me Davey?. I attacked you to get your attention to focus you back on me and what do you do?. You trashed a locker room and went on yet another social media tirade against him…..”
“Foolish man….”
“And then, the time when you finally decided that I was worth your attention what did you do?....”
“You responded in kind by attacking me from behind, slamming my head into a locker. Congratulations you grew a backbone. But it was a weak move, as I told you, mine was to prove a point, yours was because you felt weak letting a young lion best you so easily.”
“And I did best you Ortega….”
Nero laughs to himself and gets to his feet.
“Just like everyone else in your pathetic little career. Adam Knite, Spike Kane even my brother Angel, all of them proved themselves to be your better. Your career has been that of what ifs and wonders. You have never quite reached that full potential people saw in you. In fact I would have compared you to Joe Everyman but even that silly little man won a world title……”
“A real…world title….”
“But you?. Aside from being the biggest joke in NCW history what did you do there?. Nothing. Same as here. In fact in IWF you keep scraping and clawing to keep yourself relevant by calling out the likes of Spike Kane. A man who has been forged in the fire of battle. A man who is one of the few names on this “roster” that I look at and respect. Yes Davey we all get it through your stomping and complaining…you created the empire…”
“You named it…”
“Lead it….”
“But failed to define it….”
“Spike Kane defined the empire. Raised it from obscurity to make it a real force in professional wrestling just like he’s done in IWF. He’s done it by assembling individuals who want to be near him. Rob Diamond, his tag partner and former world champion, the men and woman of honorbound who are three of the most up and coming wrestlers around. Hell I’d join the empire if I didn’t hate working with others. But only with Spike as it’s figurehead. Not you Davey….”
Nero smiles again showing off his boyish good looks.
“You don’t inspire confidence or power. When I think of Davey Ortega I think one thing….”
“Failure”
“For weeks you’ve talked about Spike Kane over and over again only for him to brush you away like an annoying fly on a hot summers day. You failed to get him to care. And in doing such you made a huge mistake, a sin even. You forgot about me. You barley mentioned me, yet you threw out this challenge. You interfered and got in my face. And why?. Oh I know the answer….”
“You’re a coward….”
Nero laughs
“Oh I know what you’re thinking. How can you be a coward when you challenged me right?. Simple. You came after me because you believed I’d be an easy win. You believed I was some fresh faced kid you could use your years of vast experience on to get a win. Imagine your surprise when you realized that I’m not some pushover, some newly minted rookie ready to get beaten and “pay his dues”…..”
“I’m no one’s whipping boy or stepping stone….”
“I am Nero Blake. My brother is a former world champion, a hall of famer and a man who beat your ass up and down the wrestling world…then again who didn’t?”
“As I mentioned before, you’re a failure. You were put in the NCW hall of fame because they felt sorry for you. A career as long as yours and nothing to show for it and now here you are stuck between a young lion and men who are simply better than you. The whole Kane family is better than you. My brother is better than you…..I AM BETTER THAN YOU…..”
“And as we get closer and closer I know that I will prove t. I will stand over your beaten body, I will stare into your eyes and you will know that you are nothing but a bug that I will scrape off my boot as I rise up the ranks of IWF, to more deserving competition…..”
Nero laughs again and folds is arms..
“Competition like the Kane’s, Xavier Cross, Roberto Verona. Men in this world who actually mean something, Not the shell of a man who once had a shot at the world, to only see his dreams shatter and fall. You Ortega are not strong enough or talented enough to break that ceiling and become what you once had the potential to be.”
“Do yourself a favor, come down to the ring, put all that anger and frustration inside yourself and unleash it upon me, because that is the only way that you are going to have a chance against me Davey…..the only way you can become the Davey Ortega people want to see…not the tired old man you’ve become…”
Well howdy there pardner.