Post by Angel Blake on Feb 18, 2014 3:48:57 GMT
She lay quiet next to me, her black her a tangled mess beneath her sleeping head…
She was so still, so calm, the serene look on her face reminded me of my mother…
Of that day….
Her strawberry blond hair done up in the loveliest of buns, her rosy cheeks made even ruddier by her heavy make and her eyes…
Her eyes were sown shut…
My mother lay so still, so calm in her casket, so much like Amber does now in the bed beside me. My hand gently grazes their face as the past and present merge into one.
Suddenly it’s eighteen years ago and I am but a young adult in all black kneeling beside my ever resting mother. I absorb the image, the whole scene.
Beside her casket are pictures from through out her life covered in red roses.
She loved roses.
My mother looked very much like my own daughter, I thought, so very lovely in her youth, but now she was nothing more than a slowly rotting corpse in clown paint. They’d done their best to hide the bruises my father gave her but nothing could hide the stench of whiskey on his breathe.
“Eh, she’s happier.”
He mumbled under his breath, I’m still not sure if he was talking to me or not as he wavered at my side, the whiskey was clearly taking it’s toll.
Nero dropped down beside me, he looked nothing like the man he’d become, he blond hair cut short and his face resembling that of a Botticelli angel, he was like a work of art come to life.
“She’s dead cuz of you ya know?”
Our fathers talon gripped my brothers shoulder and squeezed tight, partly for support and partly to cause pain, he was good at hurting us, a damn near master at it.
“Never was the same after Aurora.”
I could feel Nero tense up as our fathers grip tightened.
“She killed herself because of you.”
Nero shot back, I could here the few friends and family members brave enough to come gasp as our father staggered slightly.
“What was that you little fuck?”
“She’s dead because of you!”
Nero shot back and got to his feet, I tried to stop him but even as a boy he was already uncommonly strong. Our father glared down at his defiant young child.
“You think you’re a man?”
“More a man than you.”
He reared back ready to strike but he wasn’t expecting resistance, I shot to my feet and grabbed his wrist.
“Let me go!”
He pushed against me and knocked me into our mother’s casket, it nearly feel but I managed to stabilize it, he took advantage of my concern and began to kick me in the ribs, Nero tried to stop him but he was sent flying with a single left hand.
“You two wanna be men!?”
He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my feet, his hand struck hard and fast, it’s sting resounded through my flesh, no one moved as he sent me hurdling toward the wall.
“Fight me.”
Thomas staggered, he wanted to make an example of me, slowly I got to my feet.
“No.”
“Pussy.”
He moved closer to me and reached out but I dodged his grip and moved toward the door. I looked back at Nero…
His eyes begged me to take him with me but…
I couldn’t…
I left…
I left that house and didn’t return until…
”Angel?”
Amber brought me back to the present, she looked up at me lovingly, adoringly, she loved me…
”Are you ok?”
”Yes, I’m just thinking.”
”About Verona?”
No.
”Yes.”
I had to lie to her, she wouldn’t understand my past.
”He’s playing mind games, poorly at that, all you have to do is beat him.”
I nod slowly as she reaches up from the bed, turning, her naked breasts press against my chest. My heart beat quickens slightly as her hand moves down my cheek, her other hand making it’s way up my thigh.
”You’re going to kill him.”
She pushed me onto my back, I didn’t fight her, her hand gripping me tightly as she began to move herself back and forth…
She bent forward as I parted her flesh and whispered in my ear.
”I love you…”
I hesitated for a moment, just long enough as my phone suddenly chimed. She turned her head to look, her long hair just covering her bare chest as I grabbed my phone.
Frome R.M.: Spike knows…
”I have to go.”
I move her aside and quickly throw my clothes on, she sits up, covering herself.
”Is everything ok?”
”No.”
She wants to know more but I don’t have time to explain, some things are better left secret. I leave before she can ask any more questions, hell bent for boston…
”Do you believe me yet?”
Your scene melts away and now you are thrust into darkness, my voice the only thing to sooth your soul.
”Do you finally believe in your GOD?”
Slowly the outline of my face takes over your screen, a small smile visible behind my hair.
”This past Monday Night I defeated a so called legend.”
“An Icon.”
“A GOD!”
“I brought him crashing down to earth, CAST OUT! From my heaven. CAST OUT! From my ring. Gibford Famularo in the end was nothing more than a passing fad, a forgotten god, a dying legend. In the end Gibford Famularo could not handle the divine light that my mere presence shines down upon the world.”
A small chuckle escapes my lips as I think about Gib laying helpless on his back.
”I can hear you…”
“Angel! That was last week!”
“I know.”
“This week I finally get my chance at MY Championship.”
“This week your lord and savior, YOUR GOD finally steps into the ring with the single greatest Cruiser Weight in the business today in Roberto Pooler. This week…”
“Roberto Verona tries to ruin my plans…”
“Again.”
“I’m sure Mr Verona thinks he finally got one up on me, what with Hannah helping my dear sweet ex wife recover our son from the orphanage and while I must congratulate you Verona the question bares asking…”
“Is that it?”
“I have physically demeaned you.”
“Emotionally destroyed you.”
“I have usurped your power.”
“And made you to look the fool at every turn and the best you can do is award a drug addict custody of our son?”
I have but a single clap for the effort.
”I suppose I should shrink back into the hole I climbed out from because Roberto Verna is FINALLY on the attack…”
“DESTROYING Jessica Reed wasn’t enough.”
“Abducting Hannah Reed wasn’t enough.”
“But when I literally dub up your parents, well, Roberto Verona finally had enough and struck back.”
“Not only did you strike back but you attempted to sink to my level and really hit me where it hurt, however you failed to understand why I gave that child up in the first place.”
“He’s weak.”
“Undeserving of my divine light.”
“Taking him from Tara was merely my way of sending a message, you giving her him back was just pitiful.”
“A desperate man grasping desperately at straws.”
“You do not have what it takes defeat me inside that ring, to drive me from this promotion, to take my power from me so you try to defeat me at my own game.”
Slowly I shake my head.
”No Roberto, I am sorry but it will take more than that to drive me from IWF.”
“It will take more than Zelda Knite to make me go away.”
“You will have to kill me, Roberto, you will have to end my career.”
“And I know that you think you’re capable of it, I know you tell yourself every single night that you can take away another man’s dream, I know you like to pretend to be the bad guy but I think we both know, you’re just the Dark Knight…”
“You’re the hero IWF needs, not the one it deserves.”
“You’re playing a role.”
“Outside of our hallowed halls you’re just another devoted lover, brother, family man. You’re just trying to do what is best for the men you employ. I know you like to pretend that you’re truly capable of the heinous and evil things men like myself and Spike Kane commit but in the end…”
“You’re a pretender to the throne.”
Hail be to God.
”Come for me Roberto.”
“Strike me down.”
“If you can.”
“But we both know in the end that you’re just a cog in the machine, incapable of doing what needs to be done, which is why you worked with the Knites to create IWF as opposed to tear down their corruption like you promised.”
“You caved under the awesome weight of responsibility.”
“I will not.”
“You will bare witness my son.”
Amen.
”Of course I would be remiss to ignore the other two men standing between me and what is rightfully mine.,”
“Gjenrei.”
“Christian.”
“Whatever cliché it is you would me to call you.”
“I gave you your chance to prove me wrong, you had but one opportunity to step up and show this world that you were greater than a god.”
“You failed.”
“Now you are but an add on to another’s scheme, a wrench simply thrown into the mechanics of my master plan.”
“How does it feel to be another man’s play thing?”
“At least when you stood as a pawn on my board there was an opportunity to eventually be king, now you are part of Verona’s court and you’re only future is to be a sacrifice.”
Tsk. Tsk.
”I know you want your vengeance.”
“I know you want to bring me pain.”
“You want justice.”
“But you will not have it Gjenrei, not this day, not ever. What you see as justice I see as a cardinal sin. What you see as vengeance I see as your own undoing.”
“You focus on my perceived wrongs but you fail to look inward and see your own failures.”
“You disregard all I’ve done for you, the help, the support, the training and you focus on the single moment that I struck you down.”
“You think I’m wrong for exacting tough love?”
“You were to be my protégé, my legacy…”
“But you chose to be a failure.”
“Just like the man who wore the mask before you you are simply…”
“FORGOTTEN!”
“I AM A GOD!”
“I AM A LEGEND!”
“Through my actions I will live forever and you will simply be a name on a long list of those who fell before more, burned after me and died because of me.”
“I will live forever Gjenrei, my name will live forever, you are but a man in a mask who will fade into obscurity because he doesn’t care enough to fight for more.”
“He doesn’t care enough to be better.”
“So you will be nothing!”
It’s hard to keep the ghoulish smirk off my lips as I move onto the last man in this match.
”Roberto Pooler.”
“Not since Bushido has there been a man who has held that Championship so proudly.”
“So definitively.”
“I have waited for you Pooler, thought of you on those long nights when I could think of nothing else. You see, the Cruiser Weight Championship, it means everything to me. My past, my legacy, it revolves around that championship and ones like it.”
“PWW’s World Cruiser Weight Championship.”
“NCW’s X-Division Championship.”
“I live for the suicidal style that those championships are supposed to represent.”
“I like to think myself the epitome of that style.”
“When Simon brought me on board to be the head of the Cruiser Weight Division I had lofty dreams, dreams that were quickly brought to an end by such miserable failures as Mike Machado and Jake Keeton.”
“Washed up fools with nothing left to prove.”
“There was a glimmer of hope when Alex Jones managed to win the championship but even he was just passing.”
“No one saw the glory in being Cruiser Weight Champion.”
“No one accepted the honor….”
“Then there was you.”
I smile.
”You are a true challenge.”
“Worthy of a god.”
“You are what I have been waiting for.”
“And so I look forward to facing you Mr Pooler, there will be no threats of total destruction, no claims of career ending. You are far too valuable to my greater plans to end, far too talented and far too important to Spike Kane.”
“I will come at you with everything I have.”
“I will take the Cruiser Weight Championship as my own.”
“Because it belongs to me.”
“And afterward I will thank you for one of the greatest challenges as my career because your talents deserved to be recognized.”
“My acolytes will write of this match…”
“Robert Pooler will be remembered…”
“Your sacrifice in my name will be remembered…”
“You will be the first Saint in my Church, the Church of X and you will never be forgotten. Praise be to you Robert Pooler for your fall will lead to a Gods rise.”
“And the beginning of the end…”
Ragnarok Now.
She was so still, so calm, the serene look on her face reminded me of my mother…
Of that day….
Her strawberry blond hair done up in the loveliest of buns, her rosy cheeks made even ruddier by her heavy make and her eyes…
Her eyes were sown shut…
My mother lay so still, so calm in her casket, so much like Amber does now in the bed beside me. My hand gently grazes their face as the past and present merge into one.
Suddenly it’s eighteen years ago and I am but a young adult in all black kneeling beside my ever resting mother. I absorb the image, the whole scene.
Beside her casket are pictures from through out her life covered in red roses.
She loved roses.
My mother looked very much like my own daughter, I thought, so very lovely in her youth, but now she was nothing more than a slowly rotting corpse in clown paint. They’d done their best to hide the bruises my father gave her but nothing could hide the stench of whiskey on his breathe.
“Eh, she’s happier.”
He mumbled under his breath, I’m still not sure if he was talking to me or not as he wavered at my side, the whiskey was clearly taking it’s toll.
Nero dropped down beside me, he looked nothing like the man he’d become, he blond hair cut short and his face resembling that of a Botticelli angel, he was like a work of art come to life.
“She’s dead cuz of you ya know?”
Our fathers talon gripped my brothers shoulder and squeezed tight, partly for support and partly to cause pain, he was good at hurting us, a damn near master at it.
“Never was the same after Aurora.”
I could feel Nero tense up as our fathers grip tightened.
“She killed herself because of you.”
Nero shot back, I could here the few friends and family members brave enough to come gasp as our father staggered slightly.
“What was that you little fuck?”
“She’s dead because of you!”
Nero shot back and got to his feet, I tried to stop him but even as a boy he was already uncommonly strong. Our father glared down at his defiant young child.
“You think you’re a man?”
“More a man than you.”
He reared back ready to strike but he wasn’t expecting resistance, I shot to my feet and grabbed his wrist.
“Let me go!”
He pushed against me and knocked me into our mother’s casket, it nearly feel but I managed to stabilize it, he took advantage of my concern and began to kick me in the ribs, Nero tried to stop him but he was sent flying with a single left hand.
“You two wanna be men!?”
He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my feet, his hand struck hard and fast, it’s sting resounded through my flesh, no one moved as he sent me hurdling toward the wall.
“Fight me.”
Thomas staggered, he wanted to make an example of me, slowly I got to my feet.
“No.”
“Pussy.”
He moved closer to me and reached out but I dodged his grip and moved toward the door. I looked back at Nero…
His eyes begged me to take him with me but…
I couldn’t…
I left…
I left that house and didn’t return until…
”Angel?”
Amber brought me back to the present, she looked up at me lovingly, adoringly, she loved me…
”Are you ok?”
”Yes, I’m just thinking.”
”About Verona?”
No.
”Yes.”
I had to lie to her, she wouldn’t understand my past.
”He’s playing mind games, poorly at that, all you have to do is beat him.”
I nod slowly as she reaches up from the bed, turning, her naked breasts press against my chest. My heart beat quickens slightly as her hand moves down my cheek, her other hand making it’s way up my thigh.
”You’re going to kill him.”
She pushed me onto my back, I didn’t fight her, her hand gripping me tightly as she began to move herself back and forth…
She bent forward as I parted her flesh and whispered in my ear.
”I love you…”
I hesitated for a moment, just long enough as my phone suddenly chimed. She turned her head to look, her long hair just covering her bare chest as I grabbed my phone.
Frome R.M.: Spike knows…
”I have to go.”
I move her aside and quickly throw my clothes on, she sits up, covering herself.
”Is everything ok?”
”No.”
She wants to know more but I don’t have time to explain, some things are better left secret. I leave before she can ask any more questions, hell bent for boston…
”Do you believe me yet?”
Your scene melts away and now you are thrust into darkness, my voice the only thing to sooth your soul.
”Do you finally believe in your GOD?”
Slowly the outline of my face takes over your screen, a small smile visible behind my hair.
”This past Monday Night I defeated a so called legend.”
“An Icon.”
“A GOD!”
“I brought him crashing down to earth, CAST OUT! From my heaven. CAST OUT! From my ring. Gibford Famularo in the end was nothing more than a passing fad, a forgotten god, a dying legend. In the end Gibford Famularo could not handle the divine light that my mere presence shines down upon the world.”
A small chuckle escapes my lips as I think about Gib laying helpless on his back.
”I can hear you…”
“Angel! That was last week!”
“I know.”
“This week I finally get my chance at MY Championship.”
“This week your lord and savior, YOUR GOD finally steps into the ring with the single greatest Cruiser Weight in the business today in Roberto Pooler. This week…”
“Roberto Verona tries to ruin my plans…”
“Again.”
“I’m sure Mr Verona thinks he finally got one up on me, what with Hannah helping my dear sweet ex wife recover our son from the orphanage and while I must congratulate you Verona the question bares asking…”
“Is that it?”
“I have physically demeaned you.”
“Emotionally destroyed you.”
“I have usurped your power.”
“And made you to look the fool at every turn and the best you can do is award a drug addict custody of our son?”
I have but a single clap for the effort.
”I suppose I should shrink back into the hole I climbed out from because Roberto Verna is FINALLY on the attack…”
“DESTROYING Jessica Reed wasn’t enough.”
“Abducting Hannah Reed wasn’t enough.”
“But when I literally dub up your parents, well, Roberto Verona finally had enough and struck back.”
“Not only did you strike back but you attempted to sink to my level and really hit me where it hurt, however you failed to understand why I gave that child up in the first place.”
“He’s weak.”
“Undeserving of my divine light.”
“Taking him from Tara was merely my way of sending a message, you giving her him back was just pitiful.”
“A desperate man grasping desperately at straws.”
“You do not have what it takes defeat me inside that ring, to drive me from this promotion, to take my power from me so you try to defeat me at my own game.”
Slowly I shake my head.
”No Roberto, I am sorry but it will take more than that to drive me from IWF.”
“It will take more than Zelda Knite to make me go away.”
“You will have to kill me, Roberto, you will have to end my career.”
“And I know that you think you’re capable of it, I know you tell yourself every single night that you can take away another man’s dream, I know you like to pretend to be the bad guy but I think we both know, you’re just the Dark Knight…”
“You’re the hero IWF needs, not the one it deserves.”
“You’re playing a role.”
“Outside of our hallowed halls you’re just another devoted lover, brother, family man. You’re just trying to do what is best for the men you employ. I know you like to pretend that you’re truly capable of the heinous and evil things men like myself and Spike Kane commit but in the end…”
“You’re a pretender to the throne.”
Hail be to God.
”Come for me Roberto.”
“Strike me down.”
“If you can.”
“But we both know in the end that you’re just a cog in the machine, incapable of doing what needs to be done, which is why you worked with the Knites to create IWF as opposed to tear down their corruption like you promised.”
“You caved under the awesome weight of responsibility.”
“I will not.”
“You will bare witness my son.”
Amen.
”Of course I would be remiss to ignore the other two men standing between me and what is rightfully mine.,”
“Gjenrei.”
“Christian.”
“Whatever cliché it is you would me to call you.”
“I gave you your chance to prove me wrong, you had but one opportunity to step up and show this world that you were greater than a god.”
“You failed.”
“Now you are but an add on to another’s scheme, a wrench simply thrown into the mechanics of my master plan.”
“How does it feel to be another man’s play thing?”
“At least when you stood as a pawn on my board there was an opportunity to eventually be king, now you are part of Verona’s court and you’re only future is to be a sacrifice.”
Tsk. Tsk.
”I know you want your vengeance.”
“I know you want to bring me pain.”
“You want justice.”
“But you will not have it Gjenrei, not this day, not ever. What you see as justice I see as a cardinal sin. What you see as vengeance I see as your own undoing.”
“You focus on my perceived wrongs but you fail to look inward and see your own failures.”
“You disregard all I’ve done for you, the help, the support, the training and you focus on the single moment that I struck you down.”
“You think I’m wrong for exacting tough love?”
“You were to be my protégé, my legacy…”
“But you chose to be a failure.”
“Just like the man who wore the mask before you you are simply…”
“FORGOTTEN!”
“I AM A GOD!”
“I AM A LEGEND!”
“Through my actions I will live forever and you will simply be a name on a long list of those who fell before more, burned after me and died because of me.”
“I will live forever Gjenrei, my name will live forever, you are but a man in a mask who will fade into obscurity because he doesn’t care enough to fight for more.”
“He doesn’t care enough to be better.”
“So you will be nothing!”
It’s hard to keep the ghoulish smirk off my lips as I move onto the last man in this match.
”Roberto Pooler.”
“Not since Bushido has there been a man who has held that Championship so proudly.”
“So definitively.”
“I have waited for you Pooler, thought of you on those long nights when I could think of nothing else. You see, the Cruiser Weight Championship, it means everything to me. My past, my legacy, it revolves around that championship and ones like it.”
“PWW’s World Cruiser Weight Championship.”
“NCW’s X-Division Championship.”
“I live for the suicidal style that those championships are supposed to represent.”
“I like to think myself the epitome of that style.”
“When Simon brought me on board to be the head of the Cruiser Weight Division I had lofty dreams, dreams that were quickly brought to an end by such miserable failures as Mike Machado and Jake Keeton.”
“Washed up fools with nothing left to prove.”
“There was a glimmer of hope when Alex Jones managed to win the championship but even he was just passing.”
“No one saw the glory in being Cruiser Weight Champion.”
“No one accepted the honor….”
“Then there was you.”
I smile.
”You are a true challenge.”
“Worthy of a god.”
“You are what I have been waiting for.”
“And so I look forward to facing you Mr Pooler, there will be no threats of total destruction, no claims of career ending. You are far too valuable to my greater plans to end, far too talented and far too important to Spike Kane.”
“I will come at you with everything I have.”
“I will take the Cruiser Weight Championship as my own.”
“Because it belongs to me.”
“And afterward I will thank you for one of the greatest challenges as my career because your talents deserved to be recognized.”
“My acolytes will write of this match…”
“Robert Pooler will be remembered…”
“Your sacrifice in my name will be remembered…”
“You will be the first Saint in my Church, the Church of X and you will never be forgotten. Praise be to you Robert Pooler for your fall will lead to a Gods rise.”
“And the beginning of the end…”
Ragnarok Now.
Well howdy there pardner.