Post by Sheriff Caleb on Jan 24, 2014 8:46:13 GMT
|~|The sun is shining bright in the city of Angles, the plane carrying Tank Armod landed at LAX. It’s about 80 degrees outside, Tank steps of the plain and straight to the tarmac. He is in full snow gear, hearing that the entire country was pretty much on blizzard watch and not knowing what the hell a “California” was, he dressed for snow. A black car pulls in front of the plane, the window rolls down and Nero smirks at Tank.|~|
“I’m guessing you didn’t get the memo, its hot here dumbass.”
"Smartass no one told me about California. Not all of us are dumb ass Americans and foreigners who dream of holy wood or whatever."
"See every time I start to like you, you begin to look like a disabled monkey humping a door knob. Get the fuck in the car or heat stroke for all I care"
|~|Tank throws his bags in the back, he strips his top layers off down to his tee shirt that was starting to get all sweaty. He hops in the front seat and cranks the air conditioner up. Nero slams on the gas pedal before Tank even got buckled.|~|
“I am taking you to your hotel, we’ll meet up later for training, right now though, and I think you should uh…do what it is you do. I suggest dress for the weather ha-ha.”
“Nero you don’t like me do you?”
|~|He ponders the question before looking at Tank.|~|
“It is not about liking my berserker friend, it’s about faith, and right now my brother has faith and you. Which means I have faith in you. The only thing you need to worry about is not screwing me and making sure we win. If we win Angel is happy, if Angels happy, good things kid. Good things. I will say this though, for being a dumb ass most of the time you’re not as much of dumb ass as people think.”
|~| Tank nods his head, he sadly new that was a compliment, hell he was given the best compliment of all, handpicked by the Blake’s? That’s a life time of compliments. Nero pulls to the hotel and drops Tank off. Tank looks at Nero he extends his hand to him. Nero smirks, he rolls his eyes and shakes Tanks hand. Tank exits the vehicle, it’s odd he’s being this quiet not really like him. The sun was shining bright, and Tank wasn’t used to the heat, in fact he hated it. He rushed to his room, and guess who!??!|~|
“Tiffany…why did you follow me to LA?”
“It’s a big Pay-Per-View match I need to support you!”
“No not really actually. Ya know what, we have almost an entire day to talk and we are going to spend it talking about…who YOU are…where YOU came from and WHY you are following me.”
|~| She opens the door and they walk in, Tank strips off the think pants he was wearing right away, he throws them in the garbage and puts shorts on.|~|
“Ya sure you don’t want to keep those off for a while?”
|~|She snickers trying to avoid the topic at hand. Tank keeps looking at her very sternly.|~|
“I am not kidding, it’s been a month and you’ve been following me still. I don’t know who you are, I don’t know your last name, and I don’t know where you’re from…. There is a lot of “I don’t knows” on my side there better not be any of those on yours. So start speaking…”
|~| She sits down, and tries to avoid the topic. Tank becomes frustrated and gets to her level.|~|
“You tell me who you are now, or I will force information out of you.”
“FINE! My names Tiffany Kelsley, there first and last want the social security number too?”
“No I want to know who sent you and why you’re following me!”
“You’re that stupid aren’t you? You really don’t remember me….”
|~|Tank looks puzzled at her.|~|
“What are you talking about?”
“We met before, 4 years ago you were in the UK, doing a string of fights for little crappy feds. You got drunk and told the story of your life to a group of us. As you drank and drank the story got more touching, eventually you took me back to the hotel and had your way with me. You were gone the next day and disappeared. Went back to your village or something, when you turned back up, I started following you…”
“But why are you so interested in the story? Sex can’t be good enough to dwell over it for four years.”
“I respect the story because how you told it, when I was young, my mother died and my dad drank himself to misery. I am sure he is still alive somewhere but he’s not my dad. My siblings dispersed among the world, I had no one I had nothing. You could understand that.”
“In other words you’re just clingy aren't you?”
“YES OKAY YES! Is that what you want?!?”
|~| Tank pulls up a chair and looks at her, he studies her. Unknowing how to process this he takes a deep breath and seems unphased by it.|~|
“Honesty hurts trust me I know, I changed my life and my own dead father disowned me in a dream. You should have told me at least. I was afraid to go to bed at night because I was afraid you’d cut my throat in my sleep.”
|~|She starts to tear up, and then begins to full out sob. She buries her face in her hands and Tank awkwardly looks around. No one can help him hear, he sighs and puts his hand up. He starts patting her on the back trying to show that “compassion” thing. She grabs a hold of him and full out hugs him, he just pats her back.|~|
“I promise I won’t kill you in your sleep”
“Ok, ok, all you need to really do is let go….”
|~|She releases her death grip hold she had on him and goes to the bath room to clean herself. Tank sits back in the chair and closes his eyes and just tries to process all that’s happened.|~|
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|~|It was a day that’s for sure, that little revelation from Tiffany was….interesting, the day passed and all she seemed to do was lay in bed. I remained quiet, I was recalling mine and Nero’s conversation. I talked way too much in the past, my foot often was in my mouth or I talked out my ass. Maybe being more solemn and sober minded was the best. Sure my words were SOMETIMES cunning, but when I said what needed to be said it was clouded by jack assery. It was getting late, I had just ordered in some food and Tiffany ate in silence. I went to the bath room to take some sleeping pills. I turned the faucet on and ran some cold water in the sink. I looked in the mirror and looked at the grizzled man I had become. I looked down and splashed some water on my face. I looked up and almost screamed as a girl would at a NSYNC concert. I became pale as a ghost, and my heart fluttered then stopped. I looked in the mirror not to see my reflection…..but my fathers….|~|
“Boy….what have ya’ done’? Wher’ ya thinkin’ I would not find out about you turnin’ ya back on all you know? You devil….where is my son!?!”
“Father I am here, I am here looking at you! It is I, Tank! Your Tank!”
|~|Father shakes his head in disgust.|~|
“No, my son would not fall as a weak wall does in a storm.”
“No father, your son saw your gods were weak, so he reinforced himself with the powers of allies of brutes of men!”
“THAT WAS NO DREAM YOU HAD THE OTHER NIGHT BOY! IT WAS WARNING! The gods have decided your fate and they will come for the soul of the wicked soon. You need to decide if you will change or not! This is life or death, do you want Valhalla? The eternal glory?”
“ENOUGH FATHER! I cannot have something that does not exist! You do not even exist! This isn’t real life, and I need to realize that! I filled that empty space of my soul with the power Angel has given me. I am done worshiping fake idols for the sake of amusement. I worship myself and myself alone! You don’t understand, I grew up with nothing because of your death, I fought my way through. I am a man, and the feelings I feel are justified. You will rot in the depths of my soul….”
“THE GODS SHALL DAMN YOU FOR YOUR TRANSGRESSIONS!”
|~|I smile at the reflection…..|~|
“They already have……”
|~|I shut the light off and the reflection disappears. I feel a peace come over my soul and I laugh a bit. Out of sadness, happiness and a bit of frustration. I look at Tiffany, asleep she’s curled up in the sheets. I crawl in next to her with no problem. I’ll be there when she wakes up.|~|
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|~|It was Friday, two days before the pay-per-view. We had a cake walk of a match, no win is ever guaranteed but this one was. Hugs and Stitches, last time I saw them, they were bleeding out on the floor. Honestly I thought I killed one of them, but didn’t get in trouble because I did the world a favor. I got out of bed and stretched, Tiffany was awake and sitting on her phone. I packed my bag, I was going to talk and then go meet up with the Blake brothers to train or something like that. I enter the arena in my regular fashion, I barge in and I am not too quiet about it….. wait this is what Nero was talking about….being a dumb ass….people know who I am already, I have made enough statements…. I don’t need them but they need me…. I attracted some guy with a camera….|~|
“Ragnarok, the end of times, a new chapter for IWF. When I first came here I claimed I was a virus of cleansing. And when the men I hired failed me, I killed them off. I became a virus to myself, I was slowly dying off. I will admit this now, I still am a virus of cleansing I always will be weeding out the weakest of talents. This time around though, I have true purpose. I have a partner who is a damn titan in our industry, and I am led by a man that has made an empire from rubble.
Metamorphoses, a change, an evolution. A great start not a change for me and Nero. Hugs and Stitches is a training for us, see what we can and can’t do together, should be involved in a tag title match? Yes hell yes, but Angel is going to do what he knows is right and I will trust him on that. He resurrected me, he will lead me where he needs.
You already know the names, Tank Armod, Nero Blake….After this Sunday you will remember the names Tank Armod AND Nero, Ragnarok is the death punch. It’s about to be delivered with blunt force.
Hugs and Stitches, last time I saw you I left you in each other’s own blood. Swimming in it you were, all because you let one bad word slip to me. Lately I noticed how soft I have been getting, but as I have been winning more I realize I need to become hard as rock. You joke around these arenas acting like this is a game, well your games about to end. Sunday night, I am…..WE ARE going to string you up, and lash you until you surrender and cry the name RAGNAROK! Your blood will spill like sweat from your bodies. Every pour of your skin will be filled with your partner’s blood. I made the mistake last time of letting you live. This time you won’t be so lucky kids….”
Well howdy there pardner.