Post by RAM on Nov 4, 2024 4:37:52 GMT
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October 29, 2024 - 7:00 AM
[RING-RING-RING! RING-RING-RING! WAKEY-WAKEY!! RING-RING-RING! RING-RING-RING! WAKEY-WAKEY...!!]
R.A. Marshall's hand slammed on the nightstand as he pulled his phone towards him and turned off his anime-inspired alarm. It was a peaceful and quiet morning outside his Watauga home, and with a sunrise blazing overhead, he woke up and slowly trudged towards the master bathroom. As he walked in, he gazed at his own reflection in the mirror and smiled from ear to ear.
RAM felt as if a huge burden had been lifted off his shoulders.
He didn't feel like he was hurting all over. He didn't feel like he need to reach into a medicine bottle and pop a few painkillers. When he closed his eyes -- at least, for the moment -- he didn't sense the demonic presence of his abusive uncle festering inside his mind. He had to level up with the crowd at Dickies Arena last night, and that gave him a sense of newfound freedom that he never imagined he'd have.
Yet it was time for him to get back to the hard training.
After all, the physical and mental scars RAM bore were still going to be around.
He made it his mission to do Nick Knight proud. There was a big reason why he chose the fledgling 20-year-old to be his partner. RAM had plenty of questions to ponder and a lot of time to figure out the answers. Of course, he wanted to do as his contemporaries wanted him to do -- carve out his own little slice of the apple pie -- but now and forever, RAM finally began to realize the most basic of truths known to man.
That he was never alone in life.
And he was never going to be alone again.
To be continued...
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October 29, 2024 - 7:00 AM
[RING-RING-RING! RING-RING-RING! WAKEY-WAKEY!! RING-RING-RING! RING-RING-RING! WAKEY-WAKEY...!!]
R.A. Marshall's hand slammed on the nightstand as he pulled his phone towards him and turned off his anime-inspired alarm. It was a peaceful and quiet morning outside his Watauga home, and with a sunrise blazing overhead, he woke up and slowly trudged towards the master bathroom. As he walked in, he gazed at his own reflection in the mirror and smiled from ear to ear.
RAM felt as if a huge burden had been lifted off his shoulders.
He didn't feel like he was hurting all over. He didn't feel like he need to reach into a medicine bottle and pop a few painkillers. When he closed his eyes -- at least, for the moment -- he didn't sense the demonic presence of his abusive uncle festering inside his mind. He had to level up with the crowd at Dickies Arena last night, and that gave him a sense of newfound freedom that he never imagined he'd have.
Yet it was time for him to get back to the hard training.
After all, the physical and mental scars RAM bore were still going to be around.
He made it his mission to do Nick Knight proud. There was a big reason why he chose the fledgling 20-year-old to be his partner. RAM had plenty of questions to ponder and a lot of time to figure out the answers. Of course, he wanted to do as his contemporaries wanted him to do -- carve out his own little slice of the apple pie -- but now and forever, RAM finally began to realize the most basic of truths known to man.
That he was never alone in life.
And he was never going to be alone again.
To be continued...
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"Well, well.
Ain't this a bitch?!
For the first time in God knows how long, I'm actually feeling pretty good going into a match. Sure, sign me up for an eight-person clusterfuck! That's EXACTLY how I'm hoping things will turn out by the end. Yet from bell to bell, the whole damn world's gonna ask themselves a simple question: why?!
Why would RAM want to team up with Nick Knight?!
Truth is...the answers are left up to your odwn devices. Spite, bragging rights, for love of honor and the game?! As much as they're reasons unto themselves, I'll give my damn answer in the ring. I ain't the type of guy who likes to talk like an old windbag and pray that I get over on a crowd. Nah, I prefer to do my talkin' in-between those ropes like those who came before I did.
And I'm supposed to be the whacked-out guy in this match?!
Considering mine and Nicky's partner, Cyrus Daniels, is wrestling with a wife who got herself mind-fucked by spooky demon bitch years ago?! I'd say that's a pretty rich compliment, big boy. The point being...like I give a shit if y'all two do the hokey-pokey to "Bohemian Rhapsody." It ain't gonna be on your strengths alone that's gonna carry us through this clusterfuck.
It'll be on ours.
All of us workin' together and all that good shit.
Here's the deal...y'all think me and Nicky are just some random team put together. Yet you don't know us. You don't have no clue as to what we're capable of doing out there. Yet come Odyssey, everyone in that goddamned arena is gonna find out exactly what happens when you pit a revolutionary against a true-life Hollywood Butcher.
The results ain't gonna be pretty.
Nicky, you have the floor -- get 'er done."
Well howdy there pardner.