Post by Angel Blake on Mar 5, 2014 1:36:20 GMT
”Every single one of you think you’re safe…”
“You’re wrong…”
“Four walls, doors…”
“These things cannot keep you safe from me.”
He tried to keep you from me my dear sweet little thing.
”You sit in your homes…”
“On your couches…”
“Tucked into your beds…”
“And you think that I cannot get to you, that the boogey man is thwarted.”
Oh little thing, even though the veil has fallen and he thinks he can protect you once more I always knew where you hid.
”You’re mistaken…”
“There is no where you can hide…”
“No where you can run that I cannot find you…”
“If you or the ones you love continue to exist in my world it is only because I ALLOW IT.”
You pack your bags, little thing, trying hard to hide your injuries that my lovely Amber inflicted upon you, how precious you are in the safety of Kelly’s home.
”Deny my existence all you like…”
“We all know by now…”
“The Devil’s greatest trick…”
“Was convincing man that he didn’t exist.”
Little thing, you look so sweet behind these glass windows, I think I wish to once more feel your supple flesh.
”You don’t believe in me?”
“I didn’t ask you too…”
“I don’t need your belief…”
“To destroy you.”
The lock gives way easy enough and just like that I am inside your sanctuary, Kelly and Adam are not here, Hannah has gone to be with her love, it’s just you and me, little thing.
”The Roulette…”
“Like your homes, your doors, your covers…”
“It offers false security…”
“You think the sheer numbers will keep me from getting to you.”
I hear your foot steps scurry about up stairs as my hands graze the pictures of the lovely Knite family, Ryleigh has grown so much, hasn’t she little thing?
”Numbers will not keep you from me…”
“Numbers will not protect you…”
“The only number that matters is mine…”
“And I will be the last one left standing.”
The stairs creek with each foot fall as I make my way closer to you, little thing, the water running as you prepare yourself a nice relaxing bubble bath.
”Will you believe in me then?”
“When all of IWF fails to stop me…”
“Fails to stand up to me…”
“Will you believe in the one true God of Professional Wrestling?”
You hum to yourself behind a closed door, the oak muffling the sweet tones of your voice ever so slightly, little thing, you’re beautiful.
”Or will you continue to deny my existence?”
“Continue to deny my praise?”
“When I am the only one left…”
“Will you deny God?”
Gently I turn the knob, not wishing to disturb you in your peace and tranquility. Your skin shimmers, little thing as water drips down your slender shoulders, your hair glows a brilliant yellow high light by flickering candle light.
”I’m sure your arrogance…”
“Your ego…”
“Will not allow for my ascension in your mind…”
“But I can only be denied for so long before it is painfully obvious who is Lord and who is servant.”
Close your eyes little thing, sleep, relax, dream the sweet dreams of the young, dream of boyfriends and first dates, dream of all the joys to come.
”I am Lord.”
“You are servant.”
“I will be Champion.”
“You will be the lamb lead to the slaughter.”
Dream not of nightmares past, dream not of the horrors I put you through, dream not of Amber or her iron rule over what you loved, dream only of beautiful things, little thing.
”My legend is known…”
“My brutality revered…”
“My wrath feared…”
“Deny my divinity but you will not be able to deny me what is mine, THE WORLD.”
The candle light flickers and dances off your naked form, it warms my heart to see you so safe and secure, little thing… So I put out the light.
”Make claims…”
“Threats…”
“Rebuttals…”
“Just know that you will be in that ring with the Greatest Wrestler to Ever Live.”
Your eyes try to focus in the dark but I am already gone, little thing, I bid you farewell for now but I will be watching. Always watching, little thing, little Jessica.
”With God.”
And now darkness is all you can see before you.
”Know that there is nothing you can do…”
“No move…”
“No technique…”
“That will put me down.”
“I have battled with demi gods and demons…”
“Super heroes and villains…”
“Kings and the immortal…”
“I have stood toe to toe with living legends of our business and not a single one of them was capable of putting me down.”
“What chance have any of you got?”
“The loud mouth Mike Laszlo?”
“The over zealous Jimmy Zane?”
“The unknown soldier Mason St Croix?”
“What will you do to me that your betters haven’t already tried?”
“How will you succeed where they have failed?”
“I will but a bloody swath through this roster at High Stakes…”
“I will put down any man who stands up to me…”
“I will eliminate any challenger to my throne…”
“And I will become the IWF Champion.”
Darkness that slowly dissipates into my smiling, ghoulish face.
”I gave you all your chance…”
“Stood back and watched as you struggled…”
“As ratings plummeted…”
“I gave these people something worth watching, a warrior worth hating, I gave them exactly what they wanted.”
“Blood.”
“Through my many hands I have given the IWF audience the blood sacrifices they have been begging for.”
“Rob Diamond.”
“Xavier Cross.”
“Alex Jones.”
“All fell to my sword called Spike Kane.”
“He stood on the field of battle with my symbol painted on his shield and eliminated anyone who poised a threat to my eternal reign…”
“Now there is only me and the twenty nine men foolish enough to try and stop me…”
“I will not be denied what is mine…”
“I will not watch anymore as you imbeciles struggle to breath inside MY ring…”
“I will no longer show you MERCY.”
My visage unnerves you, repulses you, the fact that I can smile with so many gallons of blood on my hands makes you physically sick but I never claimed to be a forgiving God.
”And yes it was mercy I showed you by focusing on Roberto Verona…”
“Mercy as I sat backstage and allowed you to run free…”
“Mercy as you headlined show after show after show…”
“There will be no more MERCY.”
“The world you know has ended…”
“The ones you loved have fallen…”
“All that is left is you and me…”
“And you don’t have what it takes to stop me, no one does.”
The drums of war roar in my ears.
Dun-Dun-Dun… DUN!
”The end is nigh.”
Sweet dreams, little things.
“You’re wrong…”
“Four walls, doors…”
“These things cannot keep you safe from me.”
He tried to keep you from me my dear sweet little thing.
”You sit in your homes…”
“On your couches…”
“Tucked into your beds…”
“And you think that I cannot get to you, that the boogey man is thwarted.”
Oh little thing, even though the veil has fallen and he thinks he can protect you once more I always knew where you hid.
”You’re mistaken…”
“There is no where you can hide…”
“No where you can run that I cannot find you…”
“If you or the ones you love continue to exist in my world it is only because I ALLOW IT.”
You pack your bags, little thing, trying hard to hide your injuries that my lovely Amber inflicted upon you, how precious you are in the safety of Kelly’s home.
”Deny my existence all you like…”
“We all know by now…”
“The Devil’s greatest trick…”
“Was convincing man that he didn’t exist.”
Little thing, you look so sweet behind these glass windows, I think I wish to once more feel your supple flesh.
”You don’t believe in me?”
“I didn’t ask you too…”
“I don’t need your belief…”
“To destroy you.”
The lock gives way easy enough and just like that I am inside your sanctuary, Kelly and Adam are not here, Hannah has gone to be with her love, it’s just you and me, little thing.
”The Roulette…”
“Like your homes, your doors, your covers…”
“It offers false security…”
“You think the sheer numbers will keep me from getting to you.”
I hear your foot steps scurry about up stairs as my hands graze the pictures of the lovely Knite family, Ryleigh has grown so much, hasn’t she little thing?
”Numbers will not keep you from me…”
“Numbers will not protect you…”
“The only number that matters is mine…”
“And I will be the last one left standing.”
The stairs creek with each foot fall as I make my way closer to you, little thing, the water running as you prepare yourself a nice relaxing bubble bath.
”Will you believe in me then?”
“When all of IWF fails to stop me…”
“Fails to stand up to me…”
“Will you believe in the one true God of Professional Wrestling?”
You hum to yourself behind a closed door, the oak muffling the sweet tones of your voice ever so slightly, little thing, you’re beautiful.
”Or will you continue to deny my existence?”
“Continue to deny my praise?”
“When I am the only one left…”
“Will you deny God?”
Gently I turn the knob, not wishing to disturb you in your peace and tranquility. Your skin shimmers, little thing as water drips down your slender shoulders, your hair glows a brilliant yellow high light by flickering candle light.
”I’m sure your arrogance…”
“Your ego…”
“Will not allow for my ascension in your mind…”
“But I can only be denied for so long before it is painfully obvious who is Lord and who is servant.”
Close your eyes little thing, sleep, relax, dream the sweet dreams of the young, dream of boyfriends and first dates, dream of all the joys to come.
”I am Lord.”
“You are servant.”
“I will be Champion.”
“You will be the lamb lead to the slaughter.”
Dream not of nightmares past, dream not of the horrors I put you through, dream not of Amber or her iron rule over what you loved, dream only of beautiful things, little thing.
”My legend is known…”
“My brutality revered…”
“My wrath feared…”
“Deny my divinity but you will not be able to deny me what is mine, THE WORLD.”
The candle light flickers and dances off your naked form, it warms my heart to see you so safe and secure, little thing… So I put out the light.
”Make claims…”
“Threats…”
“Rebuttals…”
“Just know that you will be in that ring with the Greatest Wrestler to Ever Live.”
Your eyes try to focus in the dark but I am already gone, little thing, I bid you farewell for now but I will be watching. Always watching, little thing, little Jessica.
”With God.”
And now darkness is all you can see before you.
”Know that there is nothing you can do…”
“No move…”
“No technique…”
“That will put me down.”
“I have battled with demi gods and demons…”
“Super heroes and villains…”
“Kings and the immortal…”
“I have stood toe to toe with living legends of our business and not a single one of them was capable of putting me down.”
“What chance have any of you got?”
“The loud mouth Mike Laszlo?”
“The over zealous Jimmy Zane?”
“The unknown soldier Mason St Croix?”
“What will you do to me that your betters haven’t already tried?”
“How will you succeed where they have failed?”
“I will but a bloody swath through this roster at High Stakes…”
“I will put down any man who stands up to me…”
“I will eliminate any challenger to my throne…”
“And I will become the IWF Champion.”
Darkness that slowly dissipates into my smiling, ghoulish face.
”I gave you all your chance…”
“Stood back and watched as you struggled…”
“As ratings plummeted…”
“I gave these people something worth watching, a warrior worth hating, I gave them exactly what they wanted.”
“Blood.”
“Through my many hands I have given the IWF audience the blood sacrifices they have been begging for.”
“Rob Diamond.”
“Xavier Cross.”
“Alex Jones.”
“All fell to my sword called Spike Kane.”
“He stood on the field of battle with my symbol painted on his shield and eliminated anyone who poised a threat to my eternal reign…”
“Now there is only me and the twenty nine men foolish enough to try and stop me…”
“I will not be denied what is mine…”
“I will not watch anymore as you imbeciles struggle to breath inside MY ring…”
“I will no longer show you MERCY.”
My visage unnerves you, repulses you, the fact that I can smile with so many gallons of blood on my hands makes you physically sick but I never claimed to be a forgiving God.
”And yes it was mercy I showed you by focusing on Roberto Verona…”
“Mercy as I sat backstage and allowed you to run free…”
“Mercy as you headlined show after show after show…”
“There will be no more MERCY.”
“The world you know has ended…”
“The ones you loved have fallen…”
“All that is left is you and me…”
“And you don’t have what it takes to stop me, no one does.”
The drums of war roar in my ears.
Dun-Dun-Dun… DUN!
”The end is nigh.”
Sweet dreams, little things.
Well howdy there pardner.