I am you, you are me, we are him.

[Sheriff Caleb]

“You rise, you fall, you rise then you’re down again”

Failure, the definition of Failure is the state or condition of not meeting a desirable or intended objective, and may be viewed as the opposite of success. Why have I failed? What did I do wrong I thought I did right. How can I carry on?

“What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.”

The voices battling in my head, they tell me that losing the match is failure, but it took him so much to put me away….

“Rise, fall down…you rise again.”

I made a vampire bleed that must count for something, I am pretty sure that’s an unheard accomplishment. In one night I beat a vampire worse than Blade did in three movies. I rise again to fight another day….the dawn of Ragnarok is here….and we fight on the danger zone….

“Dawn the Death the fight to the final breath.”

RAGNAROK NOW!

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“Class is in session, the subject of today’s class is fear. Fear is what wins a battle at the end of the day, you impose fear, you impose a weakness, and you impose a groundless idea that becomes the crumbling point for all societies…. My own homeland, filled of bullies, barbarians and brute thugs were scared by Christianity. An idea of love, peace and eternity if you’re nice to one another and go to church and drink some wine and eat a dead guy’s body.
Fear is what a coward feels, the Brothers Black are cowards. You see out of fear they attacked us after we did the unthinkable and destroyed Davey and Mike. They knew we were coming for their titles, so they came for us first, they came for us not out of vengeance but trying to get rid of us. They should have tried harder….

You see Ed and Frank here’s the deal, if you’re going after animals, the idea is you kill them, because even a wounded deer will fight for its life…and win. It has the natural instinct of fight or flight, and if it chooses to fight, the instinct is to kill or be killed. What sucks for you is we aren’t as weak as deer though, you just left two wild, uncaged, savages hardly wounded and looking for blood. Now we can smell the stench of fear as you comment on us, ever so weakly.

You lay deep in your hypocrisy of “judging backgrounds, and where people came from”. Here’s the deal, we could go round and round in circles all day of saying whose white trash, who’s from where. Blah Blah, but when you get to brass tax kids, we have not said anything about you being from, or anything about sportin’ Confederate flags nothing. I burnt one in demonstration one symbol shouldn’t represent an entire belief or nation. We all know you’re white trash, you can be proud of where you come from good for you.

Here’s the thing that’s crossing a line with me, you want to make fun of my Nordic heritage? You want to say what I believe is stupid? Let’s get this straight, you owned people less than you and you enslaved them and treated them bad….My people had the intestinal fortitude to kill the weak and make sure that the true race of kings would survive. Yours only bred stupidity and now look at where you’re at. The fundamentals of my ancestors built one of the brightest government systems around, they created an education system that has yet to fail most of Europe. More importantly we created battle plans that killed numerous of your men in both world wars. So whose heritage truly deserves disgracing here? The master race or the race of gluttons?

We don’t need to bring up race, heritage, or anything because we already one that battle. We have something called fact, we have a win over you, a win over the world and man of steel champion, and we are undefeated as a team. You have been defeated, you’re riding on the coattails of one victory. Angel brought us to his fold, but if you noticed we’ve led our own path. We told him stay out of our booking we fight on our own, and we win on our own, so far we have. You think we need to “dust his balls off” as you say before we do anything? What about you two? You’re no team, Nero and
I are on the same page, plus Ed’s reading comprehension is too slow to catch up on the page Frank is on.

You can try and take us but our victory is too damned contagious. We’re no Vikings, we’re no shadows of a legend, and we’re not ragers. We’re men looking for a fight, we need no one else. Our gore is our glory, that’s why we make the headlines. You chose to challenge us, our battles choose us, so when you lose you can’t complain. You chose to die this fate, you said “Ragnarok is not now.” Let’s step in the ring and I will show you what that big word means.”

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I woke up with a pounding migraine, my temples were thumping like a bass drum. It was the fifth day straight I had been having these. I can’t tell if it was just a concussion or I just got hit really hard. It was only on one side of my head too. I felt like my brain was swelling and that someone was just stabbing it. The clock read “3:24 am”. I am literally tired of not getting sleep, I move slowly not to wake up Tiffany…. We had a suite this time not a normal hotel room, I walk from the bedroom to the living room and grab the bottle of scotch from the bar. I opened it and took two swishes hoping alcohol would numb the pain a bit.

“They say alcohol can cause illusion if you have too much.”

My eyes widen as I turn around, the black man sat there smiling, one leg crossed over the other. His finger tapped on his knee.

“What do you want with me?”

I tried not to shout but I could not help it.

“It is not what I want with you son, it’s what I want to do with you!”

“And what is that? How do you get in here? What are you? Why!?!?! Why, why, why!?”

He nods his head.

“I chose to guide you, and so far…I have…”

I shoot him a deathly glare….

“Guide me?”

I ask….

“Explain to me why I lost last match? Huh? Wanna explain that oh old nameless wise one?”

“Because you were pinned…does not always make you a loser… You beat “man” within an inch of his life and proved he was a fraud. What makes you think that is a loss? You proved he’s mortal, he spilt his own blood, he saw he was not the undead.”

My hand clinches the scotch bottle hard, I took another swig, and my headache was getting worse.

“I still lost after doing everything you’ve said, you lied to me.”

He stands up and approaches me, his voice raises.

“You doubted everything I said! Yet I still let you succeed after everything overall! Don’t you be sayin’ you done what I say?”

He was very small compared to me.

“You wake up that girl in there you die.”

“What makes you think I am alive?”

I look at him and tilt my head.

“So who are you the ghost of then?”

I asked being factious. He laughs a bit then looks at me…

“You….”

The spot on my head begins to pound, it feels like some ones doing a complete drum line on my head. The pounding becomes harder and harder. I clinch my head and sit down, my hands are shaking, and I begin to gag. The pain is so much I want to vomit it, I start grunting out of pain. He kneels down to my level.

“I am that pain you are feeling, I have no name because you are my name, I have to sight because you see for me. I hear what you hear, I think as you think!”

I shake my head, I am going mad. I finally throw up. He keeps speaking.

“I am the guidance you seek, I am the way you know to take! I know what to do because I am you, and you know best right? I’m the dreams of your father, I make you real, and I am your hands, when you feel the fight. I am your pain I make you feel! I am the fear…that YOU fear!”

I throw my hand to him… I was able to push him! A pulse goes through my head and it lowers some pain, very, very little but lowers.

“You see that son, you fight the fear and the fear goes away, the pain goes away!”

I stand up and push him again, it’s like another wave goes over my head and soothes some of it.

“Fear will kill you, all you could be!”

I drop to my knees and cover my ears, I shake my head. My breaths get deeper and more frequent.

“Brothers black think you see a ghost, all you see is the you that guides you! You created me out of doubt, and now I am here to lift your sorrows son! Breath and set yourself free from your own fear, because that’s all that holds you back is fear itself!”

I stop shaking, and it was like for a moment everything around me stopped, my breath returned to normal and I looked up. He knew what I was thinking what I wanted….He knew that it was the fear of doubt that I feared…. He knew….I mean…I knew? Things get back to real life, I’ve lost my mind….but it looks like it may have found itself. I uncover my ears and nod.

“It’s real to you now isn’t it?”

He asks, I nod my head. He reaches his hands to me and I grab them, I lift myself up.

“What do we need to do this week?”

He smiles great big and nods his head yes. The shakiness of his voice was less now.

“Seek…and….Destroy, that’s all you need to know. You have your tools, you have your mission, now deliver it with purpose.”

He pick the bottle of scotch up again, and take a few more drinks. I nod and smile to….myself?

“Sounds pleasant to me….”

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“I can’t say much about family, I had one till I was a teenager, then they died. No siblings, no parents, my mother’s grandparents refused my existence….I was alone. Then I came here, having nothing, needing to make a living I guided a band of freaks and a giant who was a failure…they said they were my family…they followed me like I was a god. Then one by one I killed them off because they were weak. I was alone again, I was weak, and I was a single twig that was broken by a small wind.

Then one day as I was about to call it quits, I was laying beaten, and Angel Blake came to me. He offered me a hope, he respected me as a man, and he called me a brother. Told me as long as I watched his back he would have an army behind mine, and he’d keep me safe, and he’d give me a place to call my own. I shook his hand, I gave him my soul in a way.

So to say that I follow him like a he’s a “Charles Manson” figure would be false. You see Charles Manson said no one would ever be on his level, told everyone he was the Christ of the modern day. He put hits out on people to make his name “Helter Skelter” known. Angel doesn’t need to do that. Angel said we walk beside him, so far we have, and we’ve all stood on our own ground. Angel hasn’t told us to attack anyone, he hasn’t had us hit anyone. We’ve done it all out of our own will, and not like the “will” of helter skelter.

We don’t play follow the leader, we don’t echo each other, we follow our own paths. Yet the Black’s want to comment on us, even though they fall to their own words. Frank, you are older from what I guess, you seem to take the charge of things, good for you leadership shows greatness. The thing is it seems little Ed goes along with whatever you say. It seems he echoes you, does whatever you say. Good thing he doesn’t make as dumb choices as you do, or for that matter says as stupid stuff as you do.

Ed you literally say everything your brother says, and you agree with all his juvenile comments. I say one funny remark, and I am beaten by an audience. You seem to spout off stupid words for tens of minutes at a time and you two are called funny? Why is it you can’t take your own lead? Make your own life? Nero’s my brother but you don’t see my nose following so close to his ass do you?

You ask “why are our problems relative to wrestling?” They are relative because you hold the title, and when you owe a low rate bookie six figures you put MY title at risk. So we figure someone should bring them to a light. You seem to have an entitlement because you’re brothers? Because you hold titles? So you go out and waste six figures you don’t have?

You think that’s okay?

Well let’s put it short, until you figure your problems out, don’t talk about the ways I follow. Your problems are ever approaching, you realize you have more than gambling right? More than Machado’s neck, more than a piledriver? You have two men hungry for blood, hungry for a precious metal called gold. You got a war cause coming your way.
You may be the “black attack”, but we’re the black wave of darkness searching to weed out the weak with a virus. The war is dawning kids you are in the way, and we can’t wait to get rid of you.

You’re counterfeit champions, fakes, frauds. Your reigns is about as fake as the confederate South’s back in the day. Now it’s going to end like theirs, raining with fire, bringing down your sick twisted versions of “truth”. Black brothers, you had the choice to walk away from Ragnarok, but you decided to put your titles on the line. Now we aren’t just going to take your titles, we are going to take your lives. This isn’t “one last match” it’s your last breath.”