Post by Angel Blake on Feb 22, 2023 22:49:50 GMT
”You made a grave mistake, Nick…”
Angel sits patiently in his locker room as the head of medical checks over his still bleeding nose.
“Yup, it’s broken.”
The doctor murmurs like he knew before he even touched it. Despite that, he still touched it, straightening back into position. A different man would have grimaced from the sharp electrical pains running from the tip of his nose to deep within his brain.
The Lord simply smiled.
“Though I’m sure you knew it as soon as he hit you, as many times as you’ve had that thing fixed.”
”It’ll heal…”
“Stronger than before. Yeah, you said that last time and yet? Here we are.”
”Just patch it…”
The doctor did as he was told with a simple shrug. This wasn’t the first time and it probably wouldn’t be the last time the doctor had to put Angel’s nose back into place.
“Just get it x-rayed please. You could have a deviated septum. Or something worse.”
”Sure…”
”You should listen to him.”
Both men looked up and over to see Tara Fenix leaning against the door molding with a slight frown. She knew Angel wasn’t going to get it looked at but at least she could say she tried when he complains it still hurts in a month from now.
”I’m a man of my word…”
”That all depends on who you’re speaking to and what you’re saying. I’ve got him from here, doc.”
Tara spoke with a sarcastic tone but a warm smile. The doctor just shook his head. Only in professional wrestling could someone basically refuse treatment and still be allowed to compete. But hey? He’s only a highly trained physician with decades worth of experience. Maybe he’ll just go see what’s in catering.
”Seriously though. That thing looks nasty.”
Angel stood up to look in the mirror, twisting and turning his head to check the angle of his nose.
”Looks fine to me…”
”How hard did he hit you in the head this time?”
Tara let out a little laugh before she kissed the blood stained cheek of her beloved. Angel smiled at the gesture before turning toward the direction of the shower.
”That was a halfway serious question, by the way.”
Angel stopped as she walked up beside him, her left hand intertwining with his right.
”He beat the shit out of you at Metamorphosis.”
Her tone was so matter of fact it actually caught him off guard.
”And tonight? I don’t know. I feel like a couple of years ago it would’ve been you headbutting him?”
He didn’t immediately respond. She was right. There was no point in arguing the fact. Nick had gotten the drop on him, like he had planned to do but didn’t. Couldn’t?
”You’re oddly quiet, I figured this would be a perfect time for one of those melodramatic couples arguments you always read about online?”
”There’s nothing to argue…”
His tone was odd, off. Tara stepped around to face him, still holding his hand. She knew he felt the end of his career coming, he had admitted as much but was it coming this fast? Did he think it was?
”Now that doesn’t sound like you at all.”
”I…”
He paused, hesitated, he couldn’t find the right words.
”Do you know why I picked a best of five series?”
”Because Nick doesn’t know when the shut the fuck up?”
”No… Because I don’t feel like I won…”
Tara raised an eyebrow to his admission.
”But you did? You won, Angel. Clean as a sheet.”
”I won the match… I retained my title…”
He spoke with a certain amount of disdain
”But I didn’t beat Nick Knight. I didn’t put down the rabid dog. I didn’t walk away from that match the better man. He got right up. He traveled to the next show. He took a match when he should have been in no condition to wrestle and me?”
”You have nothing left to prove.”
He looked away from her for a moment before once again meeting her gaze.
”I do. I have everything to prove to myself.”
”Look, I get it, I obviously get it. You’re the World Champion, probably the best wrestler the IWF will ever see but what’s there to prove? We all get old, our bodies breakdown and eventually we have to hang’em up for the last time. So you’re not as fast as you used to be, you didn’t absolutely murder this one guy this one time but what’s the plan here, Angel? Wrestle until someone kills you?”
”If that’s what it takes…”
”You should have killed me when you had the chance…”
“But you didn’t, did you?”
“Or was it that you couldn’t?”
“Was it that you were just incapable of doing the very thing you said you would do?”
“When push came to shove, with all the cards on the table, was Nick Knight just not good enough to beat God?”
“That’s the question I know you’ve been asking yourself ever since Metamorphosis…”
“I know that because I’ve been asking myself the same question…”
“Why couldn’t I lay you to rest?”
“Why couldn’t I end Nick Knight?”
“Why?”
“Is it because I’m getting old?”
“I’ve lost a step?”
“I’m no longer the God of Professional Wrestling?”
“I don’t know. I don’t like that I don’t know. I don’t like that when we stood face to face in the ring on Sacrifice you didn’t even hesitate to come for my head…”
“I don’t like how our match ended at Metamorphosis…”
“You shouldn’t have been able to get up. You shouldn’t have been able to walk to the back. You shouldn’t have been able to fly on a plane, come to the next show, the show after that and march down to the ring to stare me in the face and say you wanted more…”
“You shouldn’t have been able to…”
“But you did…”
“You showed me something, Nick…”
“Something I never thought I’d find…”
“Something I said I hoped you could be…”
“An equal…”
“You’ve made me doubt myself. You made me hesitate at Sacrifice. You made think that maybe, just maybe I’m nearing the end of my two decade plus career…”
“No one has ever made me feel this way…”
“I don’t like it…”
“And I know you don’t like it…”
“I know you don’t like looking in the mirror and feel that same doubt creeping in the back of your mind. Nestling up nice and warm next to your hopes and dreams and preparing to take up permanent residence before you feel your time is truly done in this business…”
“You hate it…”
“You hate the way it makes you feel…”
“You hate the way I make you feel…”
“I hate it too…”
“As much as it excites me to finally step into the ring with someone who I know is capable of destroying everything I have ever built in my twenty four year career…”
“I hate it…”
“And that hate has brought us to this moment…”
“This series…”
“I refuse to go quietly into the night…”
“I refuse to let doubt win…”
“I REFUSE TO GIVE UP!”
“When we fought at Metamorphosis I saw something I had never seen before…”
“I saw the end of the road…”
“When you’re young you think this ride is going to last forever…”
“But it can’t…”
“It’s not designed to…”
“The end comes for us all eventually…”
“So the question becomes…”
“Who’s exit is first?”
“I don’t know if you saw the end at Metamorphosis like me…”
“I do know you think it could end with me…”
“You fear it will end with me…”
“That everything you’ve ever built in your career will be utterly destroyed by my hands…”
“And I stand here today to tell you, Nick…”
“That is exactly what I’m going to do…”
“I’m going to destroy your body…”
“Your mind…”
“Your soul…”
“And your career…”
“In that order…”
“I will rip the doubt you instilled in my mind…”
“AND USE IT TO CUT OUT YOUR HEART!”
“You will not be the end of me, Nick…”
“I refuse…”
“I will be the end of you…”
Angel sits patiently in his locker room as the head of medical checks over his still bleeding nose.
“Yup, it’s broken.”
The doctor murmurs like he knew before he even touched it. Despite that, he still touched it, straightening back into position. A different man would have grimaced from the sharp electrical pains running from the tip of his nose to deep within his brain.
The Lord simply smiled.
“Though I’m sure you knew it as soon as he hit you, as many times as you’ve had that thing fixed.”
”It’ll heal…”
“Stronger than before. Yeah, you said that last time and yet? Here we are.”
”Just patch it…”
The doctor did as he was told with a simple shrug. This wasn’t the first time and it probably wouldn’t be the last time the doctor had to put Angel’s nose back into place.
“Just get it x-rayed please. You could have a deviated septum. Or something worse.”
”Sure…”
”You should listen to him.”
Both men looked up and over to see Tara Fenix leaning against the door molding with a slight frown. She knew Angel wasn’t going to get it looked at but at least she could say she tried when he complains it still hurts in a month from now.
”I’m a man of my word…”
”That all depends on who you’re speaking to and what you’re saying. I’ve got him from here, doc.”
Tara spoke with a sarcastic tone but a warm smile. The doctor just shook his head. Only in professional wrestling could someone basically refuse treatment and still be allowed to compete. But hey? He’s only a highly trained physician with decades worth of experience. Maybe he’ll just go see what’s in catering.
”Seriously though. That thing looks nasty.”
Angel stood up to look in the mirror, twisting and turning his head to check the angle of his nose.
”Looks fine to me…”
”How hard did he hit you in the head this time?”
Tara let out a little laugh before she kissed the blood stained cheek of her beloved. Angel smiled at the gesture before turning toward the direction of the shower.
”That was a halfway serious question, by the way.”
Angel stopped as she walked up beside him, her left hand intertwining with his right.
”He beat the shit out of you at Metamorphosis.”
Her tone was so matter of fact it actually caught him off guard.
”And tonight? I don’t know. I feel like a couple of years ago it would’ve been you headbutting him?”
He didn’t immediately respond. She was right. There was no point in arguing the fact. Nick had gotten the drop on him, like he had planned to do but didn’t. Couldn’t?
”You’re oddly quiet, I figured this would be a perfect time for one of those melodramatic couples arguments you always read about online?”
”There’s nothing to argue…”
His tone was odd, off. Tara stepped around to face him, still holding his hand. She knew he felt the end of his career coming, he had admitted as much but was it coming this fast? Did he think it was?
”Now that doesn’t sound like you at all.”
”I…”
He paused, hesitated, he couldn’t find the right words.
”Do you know why I picked a best of five series?”
”Because Nick doesn’t know when the shut the fuck up?”
”No… Because I don’t feel like I won…”
Tara raised an eyebrow to his admission.
”But you did? You won, Angel. Clean as a sheet.”
”I won the match… I retained my title…”
He spoke with a certain amount of disdain
”But I didn’t beat Nick Knight. I didn’t put down the rabid dog. I didn’t walk away from that match the better man. He got right up. He traveled to the next show. He took a match when he should have been in no condition to wrestle and me?”
”You have nothing left to prove.”
He looked away from her for a moment before once again meeting her gaze.
”I do. I have everything to prove to myself.”
”Look, I get it, I obviously get it. You’re the World Champion, probably the best wrestler the IWF will ever see but what’s there to prove? We all get old, our bodies breakdown and eventually we have to hang’em up for the last time. So you’re not as fast as you used to be, you didn’t absolutely murder this one guy this one time but what’s the plan here, Angel? Wrestle until someone kills you?”
”If that’s what it takes…”
Old does not mean dead, new does not mean best
No hard feelings, I'm tired of being right about everything I've said
Yours does not mean mine, kill does not mean die
We are not your kind
No excuses, I challenge you to all out fucking life
No hard feelings, I'm tired of being right about everything I've said
Yours does not mean mine, kill does not mean die
We are not your kind
No excuses, I challenge you to all out fucking life
”You should have killed me when you had the chance…”
“But you didn’t, did you?”
“Or was it that you couldn’t?”
“Was it that you were just incapable of doing the very thing you said you would do?”
“When push came to shove, with all the cards on the table, was Nick Knight just not good enough to beat God?”
“That’s the question I know you’ve been asking yourself ever since Metamorphosis…”
“I know that because I’ve been asking myself the same question…”
“Why couldn’t I lay you to rest?”
“Why couldn’t I end Nick Knight?”
“Why?”
“Is it because I’m getting old?”
“I’ve lost a step?”
“I’m no longer the God of Professional Wrestling?”
“I don’t know. I don’t like that I don’t know. I don’t like that when we stood face to face in the ring on Sacrifice you didn’t even hesitate to come for my head…”
“I don’t like how our match ended at Metamorphosis…”
“You shouldn’t have been able to get up. You shouldn’t have been able to walk to the back. You shouldn’t have been able to fly on a plane, come to the next show, the show after that and march down to the ring to stare me in the face and say you wanted more…”
“You shouldn’t have been able to…”
“But you did…”
“You showed me something, Nick…”
“Something I never thought I’d find…”
“Something I said I hoped you could be…”
“An equal…”
“You’ve made me doubt myself. You made me hesitate at Sacrifice. You made think that maybe, just maybe I’m nearing the end of my two decade plus career…”
“No one has ever made me feel this way…”
“I don’t like it…”
“And I know you don’t like it…”
“I know you don’t like looking in the mirror and feel that same doubt creeping in the back of your mind. Nestling up nice and warm next to your hopes and dreams and preparing to take up permanent residence before you feel your time is truly done in this business…”
“You hate it…”
“You hate the way it makes you feel…”
“You hate the way I make you feel…”
“I hate it too…”
“As much as it excites me to finally step into the ring with someone who I know is capable of destroying everything I have ever built in my twenty four year career…”
“I hate it…”
“And that hate has brought us to this moment…”
“This series…”
“I refuse to go quietly into the night…”
“I refuse to let doubt win…”
“I REFUSE TO GIVE UP!”
“When we fought at Metamorphosis I saw something I had never seen before…”
“I saw the end of the road…”
“When you’re young you think this ride is going to last forever…”
“But it can’t…”
“It’s not designed to…”
“The end comes for us all eventually…”
“So the question becomes…”
“Who’s exit is first?”
“I don’t know if you saw the end at Metamorphosis like me…”
“I do know you think it could end with me…”
“You fear it will end with me…”
“That everything you’ve ever built in your career will be utterly destroyed by my hands…”
“And I stand here today to tell you, Nick…”
“That is exactly what I’m going to do…”
“I’m going to destroy your body…”
“Your mind…”
“Your soul…”
“And your career…”
“In that order…”
“I will rip the doubt you instilled in my mind…”
“AND USE IT TO CUT OUT YOUR HEART!”
“You will not be the end of me, Nick…”
“I refuse…”
“I will be the end of you…”
Well howdy there pardner.