Post by Angel Blake on Jan 21, 2014 4:11:12 GMT
Amber Richards moved with the grace of an angel inside that ring; her raven black hair tied back out of her face so that she could see everything as she ran the ropes, her breasts bound tight against her within a black sports bra, her glutes flexing beneath the black tights with every step.
Truly a thing of beauty to behold.
It made me wonder as I watched her bounce from one side to the other if what I told myself I felt for her could ever be the truth. Was love something I was even capable of feeling anymore? She caught me staring at her and smiled, something inside me stirred, something more than lust. I buried the feeling down and started to imagine the after work out shower…
My father never trusted women, he’d of disowned me if were alive to see me working side by side with one, to tell the truth I don’t even think he really liked them. Outside of his carnal need for sex I almost think he’d of been happier alone. Truth is he only tolerated my mother and I, he took from her what comfort he wanted when he so needed it and as for me? Well he never seemed to really care until I did something he didn’t like.
It was a loveless family. A loveless marriage. It ended with the birth of two sons, both raised to be blood thirsty warriors.
“God doesn’t reward the weak or failures.” He’d tell me if god forbid I ever did something wrong. “You see your mother there?” he’d point at her as she prepared us dinner in the kitchen“She’s weak, that’s why she serves.” He’d bend down close to me and whisper with his claw like hands digging into my shoulders, “The weak are there to justify the strong.”
”She’s a truly an amazing talent.”
The voice of Simon de Montfort brought me back to the here and now, Amber crouched in the ring before us and rolled to one side before springing back to her feet and dodging a phantom blow. Simon stood next to me in a tan three piece suit with a red power tie, his eyes beaming as he watched “his” champion. He smiled a wry smile at me, one that implied we were equals in this though I know he thought less of me, I was beneath him or so he’d like to believe.
”I must thank you again for convincing me to hire her, she is exactly what the Diamonds and IWF need.”
He grinned as he watched her, I knew he wasn’t here to discuss Amber our business with the Diamonds division was over. He was here about Verona.
”Are you here just to admire Amber Richards or is there something I else I owe the pleasure of your company too?”
His smile faded, in it’s place he know wore a sneer.
”You know what I want.”
”You want Roberto Verona broken and battered beyond the point of being able to fulfill his duties to IWF so that the board of directors is forced to vote him down and award his position to a more deserving man. One who is less focused on his own ego and more on the continued development of IWF.”
Truly a thing of beauty to behold.
It made me wonder as I watched her bounce from one side to the other if what I told myself I felt for her could ever be the truth. Was love something I was even capable of feeling anymore? She caught me staring at her and smiled, something inside me stirred, something more than lust. I buried the feeling down and started to imagine the after work out shower…
My father never trusted women, he’d of disowned me if were alive to see me working side by side with one, to tell the truth I don’t even think he really liked them. Outside of his carnal need for sex I almost think he’d of been happier alone. Truth is he only tolerated my mother and I, he took from her what comfort he wanted when he so needed it and as for me? Well he never seemed to really care until I did something he didn’t like.
It was a loveless family. A loveless marriage. It ended with the birth of two sons, both raised to be blood thirsty warriors.
“God doesn’t reward the weak or failures.” He’d tell me if god forbid I ever did something wrong. “You see your mother there?” he’d point at her as she prepared us dinner in the kitchen“She’s weak, that’s why she serves.” He’d bend down close to me and whisper with his claw like hands digging into my shoulders, “The weak are there to justify the strong.”
”She’s a truly an amazing talent.”
The voice of Simon de Montfort brought me back to the here and now, Amber crouched in the ring before us and rolled to one side before springing back to her feet and dodging a phantom blow. Simon stood next to me in a tan three piece suit with a red power tie, his eyes beaming as he watched “his” champion. He smiled a wry smile at me, one that implied we were equals in this though I know he thought less of me, I was beneath him or so he’d like to believe.
”I must thank you again for convincing me to hire her, she is exactly what the Diamonds and IWF need.”
He grinned as he watched her, I knew he wasn’t here to discuss Amber our business with the Diamonds division was over. He was here about Verona.
”Are you here just to admire Amber Richards or is there something I else I owe the pleasure of your company too?”
His smile faded, in it’s place he know wore a sneer.
”You know what I want.”
”You want Roberto Verona broken and battered beyond the point of being able to fulfill his duties to IWF so that the board of directors is forced to vote him down and award his position to a more deserving man. One who is less focused on his own ego and more on the continued development of IWF.”
Meaning me.
”Exactly…”
He cleared his throat as he turned to face me, this was a man who had won many battles from behind the comfort of his desk, corporate wars. I don’t think he truly understands the war he is about to undertake.
”I’ve also come to check on my investment. I have a lot riding on you Angel and if you were to fail…”
”Fail? HAH!”
He’s threatening me? Simon de Montfort, the corporate puppet who helped topple NCW with Verona is threatening me? Laughable. He hasn’t the faintest idea of who or what I am, he hasn’t even seen the slightest glimmer of what I am capable of and he comes here to my home and threatens me? This man does have balls the size of grape fruits. I find it hard to stifle my laughter, even Amber joins in as Simon looks about rather confused.
”I’m sorry is something I said funny?”
”Every. Single. Last. Word.”
He glared coldly at me for a second but I couldn’t help but smile, this decrepit old man actually thinks I could be afraid of him? He steps forward as if he is about to say something truly threatening but I silence him with a look that can kill.
”Tell me Simon what happens if Verona wins this one match against me? Do I sulk away and hide under a rock? Is IWF suddenly free of the strangle hold that the Empire and Ragnarok hold over it? Is Jessica Reed suddenly cured of all that ails her? Please Simon, I’m begging for an answer, what happens if I fail to win this match?”
His silence speaks volumes.
”He wins a match. That’s it. I do not go away, Ragnarok does not stop, the Empire is not defeated and you are not usurped from your position of power. Nothing changes except that Verona will feel vilified in his cause.”
He doesn’t understand and it’s sad because he is the one who started all of this.
”However that victory will secure him nothing. It takes time and patience to tear down a man like Roberto Verona. If you wanted this to be quick then you should of hired a hit man. Spike Kane, the Empire, they are a weapon, a blunt instrument that you and I use to beat down and destroy his over inflated sense of self. I am the God who steps in after he has fallen and shows him that he is just a man, a man who will lose everything he fought to gain the last five years, a man who will lose everything. You? You’re the one who loosed us upon this world, the one who opened Pandora’s Box. You are the one everyone will thank when it’s over.”
It starts to dawn on him exactly what it is he has unleashed upon his promotion and he isn’t quite sure if he should be happy.
”You will stand tall with us, with the Gods of Professional Wrestling as the new age dawns and everything Roberto Verona ever loved slowly burns. You are the scribe of our New Testament.”
He sees it, sees himself standing atop the ruins of Verona’s dreams and he can’t help but smile. I smile too, not because I share his dream but because I know it will never come to pass. My endgame is much bigger than the toppling of a single man.
”No this will not be quick, it will not be easy, it shouldn’t be. I want Roberto Verona to realize over time his complete and total failure as he watches his world burn.”
He smiles as he reaches out and places his talon upon my shoulder, his claws sink into my flesh as be begins to speak but the voice I hear does not belong to Simon de Montfort, it belongs to a man who has been dead many years now. It belongs to my father.
“She allows herself to be a servant to man, never allow yourself to be any man’s slave, boy, never.” His grip tightens on my shoulders as my mother slaves over a hot stove, her blue dress matchs the color of her eyes, her blond hair like that of an angel.
”He’s a slave to the people, he lives to serve them…”
Simon’s words slip in and out as I watch my father grab my mother about the neck and throw her hard up against the counter. He grips her fiercely by the neck as he pushes her dress up about her waist. I watch, unmoving, unfeeling as my father begins to take what he wants from her. I turn suddenly to see a small boy behind me, his eyes are large and brown and full of sorrow, his short black hair is unkempt, his clothes don’t matter enough to take a mental note…
“Stop.”
He whispers when quite suddenly the drums come, their beat is more pressing and painful than it has ever been before and I find myself on my knees clutching at my ears.
Dun-dun-dun… DUN!
I look up, the kitchen of my youth is gone, my father and mother are gone, only Simon stands before me, a sick grin plastered across his face.
”His devotion to his friends and family, to his fans is his weakness and you know what they say about the weak, right son?.”
The drums…
”The weak are there to justify the strong.”
Dun-Dun-Dun. DUN!
”I know who you are…”
“Roberto Verona...”
“Man of the people...”
“Slayer of Knites. You’re a liar, a cheater and worst of all you’re a fool.”
Dun-Dun-Dun… DUN.
”You pad your ego…”
“Believe your hype…”
“While you hide away…”
“In your ivory tower calling down upon us your judgment like a god, shocked that the only God of Professional Wrestling do not listen to your word.”
Dun-Dun-Dun… DUN.
”Appalled by our actions…”
“Concerned for your creation…”
“Threatened by our power…”
“Afraid for those you love as you should be for I haven’t even begun to tear you down oh white knight. The blood of those you care about has yet to be spilled, I am only getting started.”
Dun-Dun-Dun… DUN!
”How is sweet Jessica?”
“Sweet, sweet Jessica…”
“Does she still bear the scars of being a martyr?”
“Or should I return to her room and finish the job? After all there is NO ONE who can stop me from having my way with her, is there Roberto, the Great Failure?”
Dun-Dun-Dun... DUN!
”You profess yourself a villain…”
“Yet you’re surprised by my actions…”
“Are they not the same ones you’d take?”
“I saw a weakness and I went for it, it’s as simple as that, Roberto. Yet you’re upset that I would make it so personal, that I’d dare play such mind games with you, the greatest wannabe villain to ever live. HAH! I laugh at your villainy, at your threats because for all your posturing, I can see your heart. Which is why I aim right for it.”
Dun-Dun-Dun… DUN!
”You wish to punish me?”
“You want revenge?”
“What will you do to me?”
“I’m dying to know. Would you sink to Spike’s level? Or worse would you sink to mine Could you become the kind of evil it would take to stop me for Jessica? What about Hannah? Could you keep her any safer than you kept Jessica if you became something worse than me?”
Dun-Dun-Dun… DUN!
”And what would Jessica think?”
“Or Hannah?”
“The fans?”
“Could you become a monster like me just to have your revenge because that’s what it will take, Roberto. Simply pinning me in the ring will not be enough. A mere loss will not stop me from tearing down the company you built brick by brick. I am far worse than the villain you claim to be. I AM GOD.”
Dun-Dun-Dun… DUN!
”And what are you?”
“Puny man…”
“With your heart and loved ones…”
“With so much to lose, what will you sacrifice to stop me from killing all that you love quite literally? What of yourself are you willing to give to put an end to my torment? Is your soul enough or will you need to sacrifice the love of a good woman and the family that comes with it? Rest assured if you wish to keep Jessica safe or Hannah, you will need to bring the only kind of ending this war could ever have. You will need to END me.”
Dun-Dun-Dun… DUN!
”That is the only ending…”
“That will assure her safety…”
“For as long as I live and breath…”
“Nothing you love will ever be safe again!”
The drums pause as I finally raise my head to look you in the eye, my ghoulish face and black eyes unnerving you right down to your soul.
”It’s sad…”
“You think me Simon’s puppet…”
“Without a mind of my own…”
“Ragnarok does not begin and end with Roberto Verona. Oh I’m sorry, did you think? Don’t tell me you did, you actually thought this was all about you? No, no, no. You are but a piece on the board, a rook at best. I promise you my endgame is much larger than the removal of Roberto Verona and the death of his dream. My sights are set on the king.”
Dun-Dun-Dun… DUN!
”Don’t worry..”
“I’m not underestimating you…”
“I know everything there is to know about you…”
“As bad as you pretend to be, you have a line you will not cross, a moral compass that you live your life by. I have no such line, no compass, no misguided sense of honor, there is quite literally nothing is stopping me from ending you besides yourself.”
I sneer as the beat of the drums gets ever louder, ever more present as the war draws closer.
”The drums of war beat ever louder…”
“It’s all I can hear these days…”
“They call your name…”
“Ro-Bert-O… VERONA!”
Dun-Dun-Dun… DUN!
”Roberto Verona…”
“He plays the villain…”
“Acts the hero…”
“Dies a martyr for his cause. You saved NCW from tyranny just to kill it yourself so that you may build a new company atop it’s ashes, one not built on fairness but built to pander to your own ego. A compant designed after the selfish little prick who built it and that is why it was never meant to last. You killed NCW and all the legacies that went with it and for that I could never forgive you.”
Dun-Dun-Dun… DUN!
”I built my legacy there…”
“Among the other great World Champions…”
“I MADE NCW…”
“YOU KILLED IT FOR EGO! FOR GREED! And you wonder why the Gods of Professional Wrestling, Spike Kane and Angel want you dead? Why shouldn’t even be a question, why we waited so long? Well, all good things to those who wait. I’ve drawn you out, gotten you emotionally involved and now that you stand there truly understanding for the first time the utter size and scale of your miscalculation I will lay waste to you and your dream.”
Dun-Dun-Dun… DUN!
”We will kill it…”
“The IWF you know will die…”
“In it’s wake will be a new world…”
“OUR WORLD! Ragnarok. We will tear down this world and build a new one atop YOUR BONES! ATOP YOUR BLOOD! ROBERTO VERONA WILL BE OUR FOUNDATION! As NCW was yours. For the first time in your miserable self-obsessed existence you will actually live to serve your fellow man and we shall thank you for your sacrifice.”
Dun-Dun-Dun… DUN!
”You cannot stop us…”
“You are a man…”
“Flesh and blood…”
“I am so much more than you could ever hope to be. A God among mice. You are your brother’s keeper, shepard of the weak and weakness cannot be tolerated. The time is coming when you will know my name is LORD and I will lay my vengeance upon you.”
Dun-Dun-Dun… DUN!
”You have no retort…”
“No power over me…”
“You stand above me in your mind only…”
“And come Sunday you will fall to me.”
Dun-Dun-Dun… DUN!
”I will defeat you…”
“I will destroy you…”
“I will see you flame snuffed out…”
“And then I will replace you. Once you are gone there will be no heroes left for the people to rally behind, they will see me for who I am and they will be forced to worship me for what I’ve done. Your fall will be mighty, it will be written about in the tales of my greatness, of my conquests. They will write of you as the last test laid before me as I rose to true greatness. My legacy will be cemented over your bloody body and the people will flock to my alter as I sacrifice their last and only hope.”
Dun-Dun-Dun.. DUN!
”Just think…”
“We live in a world…”
“Where you’re the hero…”
“How incredibly sad is that? The thing about heroes is they never get to live to tell their own tales, eventually they always fall to the villain, it’s their predetermined destiny to die for what they believe in. I will speak of you as you should be spoken of, with great pride and respect. Roberto Verona, the last good man left alive in IWF, the one and only person left who could even hope to stop us, the final sacrifice that must be made to bring about the end of IWF. Tell me, as I slowly burn your world to ash, as I take and destroy all that you know and love, as I hold sweet Jessica in my foul grip, squeezing the life from her before your eyes... Exactly what are you going to do about it?”
Dun-Dun-Dun… DUN!
“There…”
“Is…”
“Nothing you can do to stop me…”
“Amen.”
DUN-DUN-DUN… DUN!
Well howdy there pardner.