Post by Angel Blake on Feb 18, 2014 19:08:49 GMT
”Spike knows…
No matter how many times I said it I could still not believe it.
”… Spike knows….”
My black eyes slowly looked up and down the shivering young woman who stood before me, River Madison, Spike Kane’s significant other.
She sank back from me, my words sounding more like growls than anything, she regarded me like a wounded animal, the fear in her eyes evident as she avoided the faze of the black clad predator who stood before her.
”Spike… Knows.”
I reached out and lay my pale, thin hand upon her ruddy cheek, she’d only just come in from the cold, she hadn’t even taken off her navy pea coat or black leather gloves yet.
Poor creature.
”How?”
She stammers as she backs away from my touch, I worry her, she’s frightened.
It makes me smile.
River finds herself back against the motel room door as she removes her gloves, I take them for her and toss them toward the night stand, my body pressing forward as I wait for my answer.
”H… He… The ultrasoun, he knew it was Xander…”
”Xander.”
The name gave me goosebumps, I’d enjoyed a game with a boy named Xander once before…
River on the other hand was no boy, no, she was something much, much worse and did not deserve the patience one shows toward an ignorant but still learning child.
”You misunderstand the question.”
My hands reach for the large black buttons on her coat.
”How…”
One by one I reveal the nearly see through white button up blouse underneath, the outline of her black bra was as clear as a stream.
”Could you be so stupid you insufferable whore!?”
She suddenly becomes so much smaller before, ready for her punishment to begin and I feel my anger rise…
Oh little thing…
Poor little thing…
I should punish her, like I punished Tara…
I should rip her fancy clothes the shred and expose her prone naked self for my own personal pleasure for that is all she is, a thing for pleasure.
A little thing.
My hand grazes her throat as I rip her pea coat off and discard it on the floor, she refuses to look at me as I sneer and flash my teeth like a predator.
”Do you know how long it has taken me to get Michael exactly where I want him?”
Her eyes stayed on the floor as I unbuttoned her top button.
”How hard it was to orchestrate the fall of Lex Sense?”
Her chest heaved up and down as each button came undone and the familiar sounds of the drums accompanied her breathing.
I smiled at my prey.
”How difficult it was to manipulate him into dropping that swine Diamond, into assembling the Empire, in standing by. My. Side? Do you?”
”Y… Yes.”
”NO!”
I tore at her shirt and sent her falling to her knees, she took with her the night stand and shattered the lamp.
She lay in a crumpled mess at my feet, her shirt shredded in my hands, she tried to cover herself, keep her modesty but whores have no modesty.
I ripped at her bra straps and shoved her against the wall.
”You have no idea what it has taken for me to control this situation…”
Control…
Lose…
Control.
”The painstaking patience I’ve had as all my pieces took their proper places on the board.”
Cannot. Lose. Control. Again.
”I need him to believe he’s in control, River, I need him to do as I say, if he finds out that you work for me, that your happy little family exists simply because I WILL IT!...”
She clutches what’s left of her black bra as I drop to a knee, my hand caressing the side of her face, my other taking from her another shred of her modesty…
So weak…
So exposed…
Such a little thing…
”You will fix this River…”
My hands shake as I press her hard up against the wall by her throat, my lips just touching her ear as I hiss ever so quietly.
””Do you understand me, whore?”
Her breasts heaved as she struggled to breath, it would be so easy, so simple to take what I want from, to satisfy my needs just like with Tara…
Tara…
Amber…
I…
Think I love her…
”… Yes…”
I release her and quickly stand, she gasps for breath while trying to cover herself with her arms wrapped around her chest.
My anger subsides…
She will fix this…
I must keep control…
I should get back to Amber…
I throw her navy peat coat at her as I go to leave.
”Cover yourself.”
As I stand outside in the cold I am suddenly struck by something, a feeling, one I don’t think I’ve ever had before…
Guilt.
I betrayed my goddess…
My student…
My heir…
Betrayed her love by not being able to control myself…
Touche Verona, you’ve taken up residence inside my head, that is the only explanation for what happened with Tara…
With River…
It’s his fault…
He must be stopped…
Quite suddenly it hits me, the questions rings in my head as I look around the parking lot desperately searching for the boy...
What am I doing?
”In a land of predators the lion never fears the jackal.”
My words are the beginning of a new found darkness for you, one that takes over everything you see…
The darkness washes over you like a cold, damp cloth, your body shivers and you know…
You are not alone.
I stand with you.
Behind you.
I am everywhere.
”Jackals are what stand before me, one of them more worthy to do so than the others, one of them more prepared to do so, one of them ever so nearly…”
“An equal.”
“Of course I am speaking of Robert Pooler, the man who would be our greatest Cruiser Weight Champion to date if it wasn’t for the miserable competition that stood before him.”
“Though I suppose the lack of men to prove your worth against is my fault, as you are champion of MY Division.”
“It wasn’t for a lack of trying…”
“A lack of devotion…”
“I scouted the best the industry had to offer and one by one by one each of them has fallen to their own weakness…”
“Machado to ignorance.”
“Keeteon to dependence.”
“Brad Kane to ego.”
“The best the world had to offer in the end had nothing to offer me or MY Division, MY Champion. So I am truly sorry Mr Pooler that you are the proverbial King Nothing.”
My presence is binding, suffocating and never ending, the darkness scares you.
”This match is so much more than a mere defense…”
“It’s a platform…”
“A proving ground.”
“You retain MY Championship and you solidify yourself as a true pillar of MY Division, of IWF as a whole and everyone will have no choice but to worship the ground you walk on.”
“Robert Pooler, a God among men.”
I can only imagine the tingle that sends down your spine.
”Don’t get too lost in the possibility of what may be.”
“You still have to beat me.”
“All of you do.”
“This is MY match to win.”
“MY match to lose.”
“That is MY Championship hanging over MY ring and all of you should feel privileged to even be there.”
“Especially Roberto Verona…”
The darkness suddenly tightens, it doesn’t seem so endless as you can feel the strength of my arms around you, my warm breath against your neck.
”I know how bad you want this match.”
“How bad you want me inside MY ring one more time.”
“How bad you want to teach me a lesson.”
“Tell me Verona, IF you win this match, IF you take MY title what lesson will you be teaching me?”
“That everyone loses sometimes, even Gods?”
“I’m aware, I’ve been wrestling for fifteen years now, even God is flawed, after all, I do allow you to continue breathing…”
“Or is the lesson to leave your friends and family out of this?”
“Will beating my head with a ladder or busting me open get this lesson across?”
“What happens when it doesn’t?”
“What happens when I get back up?”
“What happens when I bring IWF’s Dark Knight to his knees once again when I make Jessica Reed BEG ME TO STOP!”
I breath in deeply the scent of you.
”What happens when your best isn’t better than my worst?”
You shudder to think of it, that moment when you realize you can’t win.
”You think you’re capable of winning this war, of facing me on my own battle field but in reality Verona…”
“You’re posturing.”
“You want Hannah and Jessica to know that even in your demise that you gave it your all.”
“Fear not.”
“I will sing your praises for the rest of my life no matter how brutally I beat you.”
“Just as I praise Alex Jones and Falcon for our great battles over the years, you too will take your place among the men who have tried and failed to stop me…”
“But there is no stopping me Verona…”
“There is no end to the blood shed until I say there is.”
“Until I end it.”
“You are a passenger.”
“A victim.”
“A witness.”
My fingers dig into your flesh.
”You are the great martyr who will perish for his cause, fighting to the last and you will be remembered…”
“As my great sacrifice.”
“You should be proud, Verona.”
“God has chosen you to die for the sins of man.”
My long nails pierce your flesh as I hold you tight in my grasp.
”Just as he has forgotten you Gjenrei…”
“The failure…”
“The one who fights for nothing…”
“And wins even less.”
“You wear the mask of honor and preach what it means to you yet you do nothing to defend your own.”
“I have beaten, bludgeoned and humiliated you at every turn and your only recourse has been…”
“Words?”
“You’re a coward, Gjenrei.”
“A feeble, insignificant and weak…
“Coward.”
You want to scream but fear keeps you from making any sounds at all.
”Content to be forever in another’s shadow…”
“Though I’m sure you see it as honorable to sacrifice both your pride and potential legacy to accomplish absolutely nothing…”
“Fool.”
“I await your humble retort.”
“Your game of semantics.”
“And while you spend your time searching for holes and flaws in my words I will spend my time exposing the flaws in your technique…”
“I will spend my time breaking your body into hundreds of tiny pieces until all that remains is a blood stained mask…”
“I will spend my time seeing you made to bow before YOUR GOD.”
“YOUR LORD!”
“YOUR MASTER!”
“For that is what I am Gjenrei, I am YOUR MASTER, your superior in every single conceivable way.”
“You need not look any further than IWF.”
“To your constant failure to make a mark…”
“To my name cemented into the very foundation of this company.”
Your eyes close, you try to shut out the dark, close off the fear, ignore my overbearing presence.
”I am GOD because long after this body rots away I will continue to exist in the minds and hearts of those whom I’ve touched…”
“My name and my legacy will continue down the hallowed halls of professional wrestling…”
“My name will be synonymous with being a champion.”
“Eventually Angel will come to mean Champion just as Caesar came to mean Emperor.”
“There will alters built to praise me.”
“Statues erected to worship me.”
“Churches constructed to pray to me.”
“Through my actions I will live forever.”
“I will be Immortal.”
The thought of my never ending existence paralyzes you with fear.
”You won’t even be a whisper in the win in my new world, Gjenrei, you will simply cease to exist along with everything else you have failed to accomplish…”
“Praise be to me.”
You feel yourself suddenly dropped to you knees, your hands brought up in prayer and my love washes over you like a blazing fire ready to burn your world to the ground…
No matter how many times I said it I could still not believe it.
”… Spike knows….”
My black eyes slowly looked up and down the shivering young woman who stood before me, River Madison, Spike Kane’s significant other.
She sank back from me, my words sounding more like growls than anything, she regarded me like a wounded animal, the fear in her eyes evident as she avoided the faze of the black clad predator who stood before her.
”Spike… Knows.”
I reached out and lay my pale, thin hand upon her ruddy cheek, she’d only just come in from the cold, she hadn’t even taken off her navy pea coat or black leather gloves yet.
Poor creature.
”How?”
She stammers as she backs away from my touch, I worry her, she’s frightened.
It makes me smile.
River finds herself back against the motel room door as she removes her gloves, I take them for her and toss them toward the night stand, my body pressing forward as I wait for my answer.
”H… He… The ultrasoun, he knew it was Xander…”
”Xander.”
The name gave me goosebumps, I’d enjoyed a game with a boy named Xander once before…
River on the other hand was no boy, no, she was something much, much worse and did not deserve the patience one shows toward an ignorant but still learning child.
”You misunderstand the question.”
My hands reach for the large black buttons on her coat.
”How…”
One by one I reveal the nearly see through white button up blouse underneath, the outline of her black bra was as clear as a stream.
”Could you be so stupid you insufferable whore!?”
She suddenly becomes so much smaller before, ready for her punishment to begin and I feel my anger rise…
Oh little thing…
Poor little thing…
I should punish her, like I punished Tara…
I should rip her fancy clothes the shred and expose her prone naked self for my own personal pleasure for that is all she is, a thing for pleasure.
A little thing.
My hand grazes her throat as I rip her pea coat off and discard it on the floor, she refuses to look at me as I sneer and flash my teeth like a predator.
”Do you know how long it has taken me to get Michael exactly where I want him?”
Her eyes stayed on the floor as I unbuttoned her top button.
”How hard it was to orchestrate the fall of Lex Sense?”
Her chest heaved up and down as each button came undone and the familiar sounds of the drums accompanied her breathing.
I smiled at my prey.
”How difficult it was to manipulate him into dropping that swine Diamond, into assembling the Empire, in standing by. My. Side? Do you?”
”Y… Yes.”
”NO!”
I tore at her shirt and sent her falling to her knees, she took with her the night stand and shattered the lamp.
She lay in a crumpled mess at my feet, her shirt shredded in my hands, she tried to cover herself, keep her modesty but whores have no modesty.
I ripped at her bra straps and shoved her against the wall.
”You have no idea what it has taken for me to control this situation…”
Control…
Lose…
Control.
”The painstaking patience I’ve had as all my pieces took their proper places on the board.”
Cannot. Lose. Control. Again.
”I need him to believe he’s in control, River, I need him to do as I say, if he finds out that you work for me, that your happy little family exists simply because I WILL IT!...”
She clutches what’s left of her black bra as I drop to a knee, my hand caressing the side of her face, my other taking from her another shred of her modesty…
So weak…
So exposed…
Such a little thing…
”You will fix this River…”
My hands shake as I press her hard up against the wall by her throat, my lips just touching her ear as I hiss ever so quietly.
””Do you understand me, whore?”
Her breasts heaved as she struggled to breath, it would be so easy, so simple to take what I want from, to satisfy my needs just like with Tara…
Tara…
Amber…
I…
Think I love her…
”… Yes…”
I release her and quickly stand, she gasps for breath while trying to cover herself with her arms wrapped around her chest.
My anger subsides…
She will fix this…
I must keep control…
I should get back to Amber…
I throw her navy peat coat at her as I go to leave.
”Cover yourself.”
As I stand outside in the cold I am suddenly struck by something, a feeling, one I don’t think I’ve ever had before…
Guilt.
I betrayed my goddess…
My student…
My heir…
Betrayed her love by not being able to control myself…
Touche Verona, you’ve taken up residence inside my head, that is the only explanation for what happened with Tara…
With River…
It’s his fault…
He must be stopped…
Quite suddenly it hits me, the questions rings in my head as I look around the parking lot desperately searching for the boy...
What am I doing?
”In a land of predators the lion never fears the jackal.”
My words are the beginning of a new found darkness for you, one that takes over everything you see…
The darkness washes over you like a cold, damp cloth, your body shivers and you know…
You are not alone.
I stand with you.
Behind you.
I am everywhere.
”Jackals are what stand before me, one of them more worthy to do so than the others, one of them more prepared to do so, one of them ever so nearly…”
“An equal.”
“Of course I am speaking of Robert Pooler, the man who would be our greatest Cruiser Weight Champion to date if it wasn’t for the miserable competition that stood before him.”
“Though I suppose the lack of men to prove your worth against is my fault, as you are champion of MY Division.”
“It wasn’t for a lack of trying…”
“A lack of devotion…”
“I scouted the best the industry had to offer and one by one by one each of them has fallen to their own weakness…”
“Machado to ignorance.”
“Keeteon to dependence.”
“Brad Kane to ego.”
“The best the world had to offer in the end had nothing to offer me or MY Division, MY Champion. So I am truly sorry Mr Pooler that you are the proverbial King Nothing.”
My presence is binding, suffocating and never ending, the darkness scares you.
”This match is so much more than a mere defense…”
“It’s a platform…”
“A proving ground.”
“You retain MY Championship and you solidify yourself as a true pillar of MY Division, of IWF as a whole and everyone will have no choice but to worship the ground you walk on.”
“Robert Pooler, a God among men.”
I can only imagine the tingle that sends down your spine.
”Don’t get too lost in the possibility of what may be.”
“You still have to beat me.”
“All of you do.”
“This is MY match to win.”
“MY match to lose.”
“That is MY Championship hanging over MY ring and all of you should feel privileged to even be there.”
“Especially Roberto Verona…”
The darkness suddenly tightens, it doesn’t seem so endless as you can feel the strength of my arms around you, my warm breath against your neck.
”I know how bad you want this match.”
“How bad you want me inside MY ring one more time.”
“How bad you want to teach me a lesson.”
“Tell me Verona, IF you win this match, IF you take MY title what lesson will you be teaching me?”
“That everyone loses sometimes, even Gods?”
“I’m aware, I’ve been wrestling for fifteen years now, even God is flawed, after all, I do allow you to continue breathing…”
“Or is the lesson to leave your friends and family out of this?”
“Will beating my head with a ladder or busting me open get this lesson across?”
“What happens when it doesn’t?”
“What happens when I get back up?”
“What happens when I bring IWF’s Dark Knight to his knees once again when I make Jessica Reed BEG ME TO STOP!”
I breath in deeply the scent of you.
”What happens when your best isn’t better than my worst?”
You shudder to think of it, that moment when you realize you can’t win.
”You think you’re capable of winning this war, of facing me on my own battle field but in reality Verona…”
“You’re posturing.”
“You want Hannah and Jessica to know that even in your demise that you gave it your all.”
“Fear not.”
“I will sing your praises for the rest of my life no matter how brutally I beat you.”
“Just as I praise Alex Jones and Falcon for our great battles over the years, you too will take your place among the men who have tried and failed to stop me…”
“But there is no stopping me Verona…”
“There is no end to the blood shed until I say there is.”
“Until I end it.”
“You are a passenger.”
“A victim.”
“A witness.”
My fingers dig into your flesh.
”You are the great martyr who will perish for his cause, fighting to the last and you will be remembered…”
“As my great sacrifice.”
“You should be proud, Verona.”
“God has chosen you to die for the sins of man.”
My long nails pierce your flesh as I hold you tight in my grasp.
”Just as he has forgotten you Gjenrei…”
“The failure…”
“The one who fights for nothing…”
“And wins even less.”
“You wear the mask of honor and preach what it means to you yet you do nothing to defend your own.”
“I have beaten, bludgeoned and humiliated you at every turn and your only recourse has been…”
“Words?”
“You’re a coward, Gjenrei.”
“A feeble, insignificant and weak…
“Coward.”
You want to scream but fear keeps you from making any sounds at all.
”Content to be forever in another’s shadow…”
“Though I’m sure you see it as honorable to sacrifice both your pride and potential legacy to accomplish absolutely nothing…”
“Fool.”
“I await your humble retort.”
“Your game of semantics.”
“And while you spend your time searching for holes and flaws in my words I will spend my time exposing the flaws in your technique…”
“I will spend my time breaking your body into hundreds of tiny pieces until all that remains is a blood stained mask…”
“I will spend my time seeing you made to bow before YOUR GOD.”
“YOUR LORD!”
“YOUR MASTER!”
“For that is what I am Gjenrei, I am YOUR MASTER, your superior in every single conceivable way.”
“You need not look any further than IWF.”
“To your constant failure to make a mark…”
“To my name cemented into the very foundation of this company.”
Your eyes close, you try to shut out the dark, close off the fear, ignore my overbearing presence.
”I am GOD because long after this body rots away I will continue to exist in the minds and hearts of those whom I’ve touched…”
“My name and my legacy will continue down the hallowed halls of professional wrestling…”
“My name will be synonymous with being a champion.”
“Eventually Angel will come to mean Champion just as Caesar came to mean Emperor.”
“There will alters built to praise me.”
“Statues erected to worship me.”
“Churches constructed to pray to me.”
“Through my actions I will live forever.”
“I will be Immortal.”
The thought of my never ending existence paralyzes you with fear.
”You won’t even be a whisper in the win in my new world, Gjenrei, you will simply cease to exist along with everything else you have failed to accomplish…”
“Praise be to me.”
You feel yourself suddenly dropped to you knees, your hands brought up in prayer and my love washes over you like a blazing fire ready to burn your world to the ground…
Well howdy there pardner.