Post by Angel Blake on Jul 21, 2014 19:09:47 GMT
She’d been born into a wrestling family, her father had wrestled though he didn’t reach the same heights as his children, both her brothers had wrestled, even she wrestled for a time, wrestling even cost her two marriages so she never lied to herself about the sort of sacrifices it took to become someone in this industry. She knew it took more than blood, sweat or tears, you had to literally give over years of your life, the most important years, the years one would normally spend raising a family or being with loved ones.
She'd nearly lost more than she could bear in the name of wrestling. She knew loss, it was a close, personal friend.
What she didn’t know, what she still struggled with is how she could care about someone who had cost her so much, who had no concern over what he lost or even pretended to regret losing it. Even at his worst Alex still regretted the time he spent away from kids, he still regretted how poorly their relationship ended but Angel ? Angel didn’t care, he accepted it, acknowledged it as necessary and stepped boldly forward.
She hated him for that.
But she still loved him.
She saw something of who he used to be in there, some semblance of humanity, a glimmer of hope and a part of her wanted to reach out for it to take it by the hand and guide it to the surface. The other part of her wanted to hit him and never ever stop…
She belonged to me…
BELONGS.
She always has…
She just doesn't know it, despite the fact that I let her get away, allowed her to try and live a life without me, she was always meant to come back to me and now she sees how hopeless it is to live without me. I am the only one who will ever make her happy, the only one she could ever love. I am all she will ever need, I understand her, I complete her…
She will see that…
She has too, there is not other choice…
When she looks at me she will see a man who can change, who wants to change, I can already feel her walls falling and soon she will give into me, she will embrace me and she will try to save me…
Then I will have my family back…
The holes left by Nero and Aurora filled…
My child back under my roof where she belongs…
I will have MY championship, MY child and MY woman…
I will have it all.
She held her head in her hands as she struggled with the thoughts that ran through her head. She had betrayed herself once, allowed him into her home and done something she could never forgive herself of. Now she sat in their empty home, all of Alex’s things had long since been removed, down the hall the kids slept and she sat on her bed, knees tucked under her chin, her cell phone by her side, alone.
Should she call him, ask him to come to her?
She wanted to, her hand kept inching it’s way closer to the phone but then she would pull back. She would see him again inside her mind on television, she would see the way he threatened people like Kathy Conway or Jessica Reed, she hadn’t forgotten the evil things he’d done with and too Amber Richards.
He's a monster and she'd be an idiot to lie to herself about that. He's an abusive sociopath…
She told herself that over and over again.
So why was it so goddamn hard to hate him?
She will resist me of course, she has to, she wouldn't be a prize worth winning if she ignored her nature. It's part of the thrill of the chase to fight her conscience, to break through those mental barriers until there is literally no other option but to love me. She's too strong to just be my puppet, I've had my fill of those.
She’s more than Amber ever could be.
Better than Tara.
She’s a different kind of animal, so much like myself yet she denies it, within her resides the black heart of a monster that I will release and then i will possess her, conquer her, I WILL have her again. We WILL be together, I will taste her succulent flesh, she will quiver beneath my touch, I will feel the warmth between her legs and she will beg me to give her more, I WILL make her scream with pleasure…
I’ve lost too much for professional wrestling, I've sacrificed friends and family for this business, I've built my enduring legacy on the corpse of my own life, I WILL have this. I’m done giving, it’s time the universe paid GOD it’s due.
I am owed this.
I WILL have the life I want, I WILL make it for myself. Shelly WILL be MY wife, the mother to MY children, she WILL stand by my side as I lay waste to any and all who oppose me. I deserve MY happy ending, I DESERVE HAPPINESS.
She WILL love me.
She didn’t want to love him.
”Angel.”
Suddenly the silence in the room was broken as we shift away from Shelly in her empty house to Angel who now looked up, his black hair tied back behind his head, his cold dark eyes wide with the sight of his prey.
”Ana.”
Ana Valentine swayed her way across the room to where Angel sat on the bed, the short red lace skirt flowing with her hips as she moved. She reached out for him, her hands sliding up under his black t-shirt as she slowly peeled off his torso. She pushed him down onto the bed, his upper half now exposed as she gently traced a single nail down his chest toward the button on his denim jeans.
She leaned in close to his ear as her hands undid the button, she whispered quietly, her lips just barely grazing the edge of his ear.
”Make me tremble, Lord.”
She grinned, it was almost sinister, seductive. He took hold of her and kissed her passionately on the neck, he moved his way down to her clavicle and she moaned, her nails digging into the skin of his back slightly. He worked to un clasp her lace top as he turned her over onto her back. His eyes almost seemed to roll back in his head like a shark just before it bites into a piece of meat, he smiled.
”Amen.”
Somewhere in the room a phone buzzes to life, "Call me" flashes across the face of the screen as two bodies become one and their moans drown out all other sound.
I DESERVE THIS. I am owed.
She is everything to me
The unrequited dream
A song that no one sings
The unattainable
I can hear him laughing.
”I suppose you think you’re very funny.”
I can see the smug smile on his face.
”You come out to MY ring and interrupt MY segment to try and humiliate me during MY show?”
I can hear the joy in his voice.
”Who do you think you are?”
I WILL feel the life leave his body.
”I AM GOD! The IWF belongs to me, it is MY promotion, MY roster, MY FOLLOWERS! I am the ONLY one who matters! I am the life blood that keeps us afloat and without me the IWF would wither and die! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT IT IS YOU ARE DOING!?”
I pull back, drop my head, I can feel myself slowing losing control, I cannot allow him to get the better of me.
”No because if you did you would never have stuck your nose into my business. You see Roberto, your time in the spot light has come and gone, you were nothing more than a distant star shimmering in my infinite universe. I allowed you to have your time like so many before and after you but right now? Right now is the rapture, it’s the Age of X and there will be no other GOD before ME!”
“You’re image must be wiped from the face of MY IWF.”
“And yet you stood there with a coy smile, a smug look of arrogance as you tried to overrule me. Verona you play with fire my dear boy and I promise you that it will burn you once again. Only this time, I will burn everything you love to the very ground.”
I allowed him to walk away last time, not again.
”You’ve booked me on the pre show foolishly hoping to stop my message from spreading. Your mistake Verona, you cannot stop that which you do not understand. My followers, the young ones in the crowd who paint their faces in MY image, they will watch as the loyal Frank Black, one half of the rightful Tag Team Champions of the World will LAY WASTE to the infidel Jake Conway. Your beloved best friend will be just another victim of my new age.”
“As for Kyle Mason? We’ve already seen what he is capable of when faced with the next generation of professional wrestling.”
“You mock me with my booking and try to make a joke of my beloved Ana with her return match. Ana Valentine is the most prolific and influential female wrestler of our age, perhaps even in the history of professional wrestling. She is one of the few women in all of our industry who I know full well could defeat almost any man or woman on any given night and you book her against Sunshine Sparkles?”
“Are. You. Mad?”
I seethe, trying hard to restrain myself. Save it for Sunday.
”Ana will eat her alive, spit her out and then eviscerate her just for the fun of it. You must have a hidden supply of replacement diamonds somewhere seeing as you are literally throwing one of them away.”
“And then there is Mr Happy…”
My neck tenses up like it needs to pop, the pressure builds.
”Mr. Happy.”
Pop.
”He is a literal blood sacrifice. It doesn’t matter when or where you put the match on the show, I am LITERALLY going to destroy him. Mr Happy will not be capable of hugging anyone once I am done with him. Have you lost or mind or do you some secret fetish we are only just learning about? Because me versus Mr Happy WILL BE A BLOODBATH.”
The darkness before me begins to fade red.
”Forget or the tired clichés Verona, I will rip his heart out and feed it to him. I don’t care about scoring a decisive victory in a meaningless match against a brain dead clown. I’ll happily take the DQ and rid him of the ability to walk and breath at the same time in front of millions of people all while you watch helplessly from the back.”
“YOU CANNOT STOP ME!”
“Do you not understand that simple sentence? MY will is LAW! MY word is REALITY! I am the single greatest being in the whole of existence, there shall never be another such as I and you continue to throw yourself and these other worthless sacks of human existence in front of me. Verona, there isn’t a man alive or dead who cane even touch me and while you may find it comical to put me in a match with Mr Happy there will be nothing funny about what happens to him Sunday.”
“His blood is on your hands.”
The red intensifies.
”Just like Jessica’s.”
It slowly fades back as I remember the “good” times with Ms Reed.
”I know you remember what I did to her, the pain I caused her as well as yourself by exposing how truly inept you are at protecting the people you care about. Think for a second Verona, think about how massively you failed in keeping Jessica from me, think how you failed to keep MY World Championship from me, think how you failed to keep the IWF from me and then ask yourself…”
“How much more blood can he spill because of me?”
“The answer, Verona, is as much as needs to be spilled before you realize the IWF doesn’t belong to you and it never has.”
I can still remember the feel of her silky smooth skin beneath my fingers.
”I hope you enjoyed yourself Monday Night, I hope the laugh was worth it because the only one laughing after this Sunday will be me. I WILL make sure that Mr Happy never sets foot in ANY professional wrestling ring again, Ana WILL reestablish herself as the best there is in the Diamonds division today and the Brothers Black WILL send your best friend to the hospital…”
“Then I will step into the ring with the winner of the Heir to the Throne Tournament and make him bow before me.”
Perhaps Ana and I should pay her a visit.
”The Age of X is an united front, we all fight to further MY greatness and spread MY message. You are but one man, one weak, foolish, pitiful man who WILL have no one standing by his side WHEN we come for you.”
“And WE are coming.”
“Mr Happy, I have exactly one word of advice for you.”
“RUN!”
The darkness spreads, there is no stopping it, don’t even try.
She's a myth that I have to believe in
All I need to make it real is one more reason
I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do
When she makes me sad
She'd nearly lost more than she could bear in the name of wrestling. She knew loss, it was a close, personal friend.
What she didn’t know, what she still struggled with is how she could care about someone who had cost her so much, who had no concern over what he lost or even pretended to regret losing it. Even at his worst Alex still regretted the time he spent away from kids, he still regretted how poorly their relationship ended but Angel ? Angel didn’t care, he accepted it, acknowledged it as necessary and stepped boldly forward.
She hated him for that.
But she still loved him.
She saw something of who he used to be in there, some semblance of humanity, a glimmer of hope and a part of her wanted to reach out for it to take it by the hand and guide it to the surface. The other part of her wanted to hit him and never ever stop…
She belonged to me…
BELONGS.
She always has…
She just doesn't know it, despite the fact that I let her get away, allowed her to try and live a life without me, she was always meant to come back to me and now she sees how hopeless it is to live without me. I am the only one who will ever make her happy, the only one she could ever love. I am all she will ever need, I understand her, I complete her…
She will see that…
She has too, there is not other choice…
When she looks at me she will see a man who can change, who wants to change, I can already feel her walls falling and soon she will give into me, she will embrace me and she will try to save me…
Then I will have my family back…
The holes left by Nero and Aurora filled…
My child back under my roof where she belongs…
I will have MY championship, MY child and MY woman…
I will have it all.
She held her head in her hands as she struggled with the thoughts that ran through her head. She had betrayed herself once, allowed him into her home and done something she could never forgive herself of. Now she sat in their empty home, all of Alex’s things had long since been removed, down the hall the kids slept and she sat on her bed, knees tucked under her chin, her cell phone by her side, alone.
Should she call him, ask him to come to her?
She wanted to, her hand kept inching it’s way closer to the phone but then she would pull back. She would see him again inside her mind on television, she would see the way he threatened people like Kathy Conway or Jessica Reed, she hadn’t forgotten the evil things he’d done with and too Amber Richards.
He's a monster and she'd be an idiot to lie to herself about that. He's an abusive sociopath…
She told herself that over and over again.
So why was it so goddamn hard to hate him?
She will resist me of course, she has to, she wouldn't be a prize worth winning if she ignored her nature. It's part of the thrill of the chase to fight her conscience, to break through those mental barriers until there is literally no other option but to love me. She's too strong to just be my puppet, I've had my fill of those.
She’s more than Amber ever could be.
Better than Tara.
She’s a different kind of animal, so much like myself yet she denies it, within her resides the black heart of a monster that I will release and then i will possess her, conquer her, I WILL have her again. We WILL be together, I will taste her succulent flesh, she will quiver beneath my touch, I will feel the warmth between her legs and she will beg me to give her more, I WILL make her scream with pleasure…
I’ve lost too much for professional wrestling, I've sacrificed friends and family for this business, I've built my enduring legacy on the corpse of my own life, I WILL have this. I’m done giving, it’s time the universe paid GOD it’s due.
I am owed this.
I WILL have the life I want, I WILL make it for myself. Shelly WILL be MY wife, the mother to MY children, she WILL stand by my side as I lay waste to any and all who oppose me. I deserve MY happy ending, I DESERVE HAPPINESS.
She WILL love me.
She didn’t want to love him.
”Angel.”
Suddenly the silence in the room was broken as we shift away from Shelly in her empty house to Angel who now looked up, his black hair tied back behind his head, his cold dark eyes wide with the sight of his prey.
”Ana.”
Ana Valentine swayed her way across the room to where Angel sat on the bed, the short red lace skirt flowing with her hips as she moved. She reached out for him, her hands sliding up under his black t-shirt as she slowly peeled off his torso. She pushed him down onto the bed, his upper half now exposed as she gently traced a single nail down his chest toward the button on his denim jeans.
She leaned in close to his ear as her hands undid the button, she whispered quietly, her lips just barely grazing the edge of his ear.
”Make me tremble, Lord.”
She grinned, it was almost sinister, seductive. He took hold of her and kissed her passionately on the neck, he moved his way down to her clavicle and she moaned, her nails digging into the skin of his back slightly. He worked to un clasp her lace top as he turned her over onto her back. His eyes almost seemed to roll back in his head like a shark just before it bites into a piece of meat, he smiled.
”Amen.”
Somewhere in the room a phone buzzes to life, "Call me" flashes across the face of the screen as two bodies become one and their moans drown out all other sound.
I DESERVE THIS. I am owed.
She is everything to me
The unrequited dream
A song that no one sings
The unattainable
I can hear him laughing.
”I suppose you think you’re very funny.”
I can see the smug smile on his face.
”You come out to MY ring and interrupt MY segment to try and humiliate me during MY show?”
I can hear the joy in his voice.
”Who do you think you are?”
I WILL feel the life leave his body.
”I AM GOD! The IWF belongs to me, it is MY promotion, MY roster, MY FOLLOWERS! I am the ONLY one who matters! I am the life blood that keeps us afloat and without me the IWF would wither and die! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT IT IS YOU ARE DOING!?”
I pull back, drop my head, I can feel myself slowing losing control, I cannot allow him to get the better of me.
”No because if you did you would never have stuck your nose into my business. You see Roberto, your time in the spot light has come and gone, you were nothing more than a distant star shimmering in my infinite universe. I allowed you to have your time like so many before and after you but right now? Right now is the rapture, it’s the Age of X and there will be no other GOD before ME!”
“You’re image must be wiped from the face of MY IWF.”
“And yet you stood there with a coy smile, a smug look of arrogance as you tried to overrule me. Verona you play with fire my dear boy and I promise you that it will burn you once again. Only this time, I will burn everything you love to the very ground.”
I allowed him to walk away last time, not again.
”You’ve booked me on the pre show foolishly hoping to stop my message from spreading. Your mistake Verona, you cannot stop that which you do not understand. My followers, the young ones in the crowd who paint their faces in MY image, they will watch as the loyal Frank Black, one half of the rightful Tag Team Champions of the World will LAY WASTE to the infidel Jake Conway. Your beloved best friend will be just another victim of my new age.”
“As for Kyle Mason? We’ve already seen what he is capable of when faced with the next generation of professional wrestling.”
“You mock me with my booking and try to make a joke of my beloved Ana with her return match. Ana Valentine is the most prolific and influential female wrestler of our age, perhaps even in the history of professional wrestling. She is one of the few women in all of our industry who I know full well could defeat almost any man or woman on any given night and you book her against Sunshine Sparkles?”
“Are. You. Mad?”
I seethe, trying hard to restrain myself. Save it for Sunday.
”Ana will eat her alive, spit her out and then eviscerate her just for the fun of it. You must have a hidden supply of replacement diamonds somewhere seeing as you are literally throwing one of them away.”
“And then there is Mr Happy…”
My neck tenses up like it needs to pop, the pressure builds.
”Mr. Happy.”
Pop.
”He is a literal blood sacrifice. It doesn’t matter when or where you put the match on the show, I am LITERALLY going to destroy him. Mr Happy will not be capable of hugging anyone once I am done with him. Have you lost or mind or do you some secret fetish we are only just learning about? Because me versus Mr Happy WILL BE A BLOODBATH.”
The darkness before me begins to fade red.
”Forget or the tired clichés Verona, I will rip his heart out and feed it to him. I don’t care about scoring a decisive victory in a meaningless match against a brain dead clown. I’ll happily take the DQ and rid him of the ability to walk and breath at the same time in front of millions of people all while you watch helplessly from the back.”
“YOU CANNOT STOP ME!”
“Do you not understand that simple sentence? MY will is LAW! MY word is REALITY! I am the single greatest being in the whole of existence, there shall never be another such as I and you continue to throw yourself and these other worthless sacks of human existence in front of me. Verona, there isn’t a man alive or dead who cane even touch me and while you may find it comical to put me in a match with Mr Happy there will be nothing funny about what happens to him Sunday.”
“His blood is on your hands.”
The red intensifies.
”Just like Jessica’s.”
It slowly fades back as I remember the “good” times with Ms Reed.
”I know you remember what I did to her, the pain I caused her as well as yourself by exposing how truly inept you are at protecting the people you care about. Think for a second Verona, think about how massively you failed in keeping Jessica from me, think how you failed to keep MY World Championship from me, think how you failed to keep the IWF from me and then ask yourself…”
“How much more blood can he spill because of me?”
“The answer, Verona, is as much as needs to be spilled before you realize the IWF doesn’t belong to you and it never has.”
I can still remember the feel of her silky smooth skin beneath my fingers.
”I hope you enjoyed yourself Monday Night, I hope the laugh was worth it because the only one laughing after this Sunday will be me. I WILL make sure that Mr Happy never sets foot in ANY professional wrestling ring again, Ana WILL reestablish herself as the best there is in the Diamonds division today and the Brothers Black WILL send your best friend to the hospital…”
“Then I will step into the ring with the winner of the Heir to the Throne Tournament and make him bow before me.”
Perhaps Ana and I should pay her a visit.
”The Age of X is an united front, we all fight to further MY greatness and spread MY message. You are but one man, one weak, foolish, pitiful man who WILL have no one standing by his side WHEN we come for you.”
“And WE are coming.”
“Mr Happy, I have exactly one word of advice for you.”
“RUN!”
The darkness spreads, there is no stopping it, don’t even try.
She's a myth that I have to believe in
All I need to make it real is one more reason
I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do
When she makes me sad
Well howdy there pardner.