Post by Angel Blake on Jan 20, 2015 14:00:04 GMT
If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be traveling on, now
'Cause there's too many places
I've got to see
He clutched the paper work in his cold hands, shuddering but not from the cold. His black eyes locked on the white cathedral door of the small cape house, the fenced in yard enclosed him and his boots clacked against the granite walk way. He considered turning back and leaving, he knew he wasn’t supposed to be here but he had to come. He had to do this before it was too late…
*Knock*
His fist wrapped once against the hard wood of the door, he thought he could hear the echo from within but it could have been in his head. Foot steps approached, he looked back to his black ’67 Impala at the curb and imagined leaving before the door opened but he didn’t leave.
The door opened, she stood before him as beautiful as ever, her hair a dark red now with the body of an angel clothed in a tight fitting white top with khaki shorts for the warmer climate she now enjoyed.
”Angel? What the hell are you doing here?”
”Hello, Shelly.”
Her dark brown eyes became like slits as she glared at them. He shouldn’t be here, he knew that but he had to come.
”Here.”
He thrust the paper work at her, she looked down at it and then back to him, her eyes meeting his and for a moment he felt that old spark, perhaps she did too…
”What’s all that?”
”Everything.”
”Everything?”
”Every cent to my name.”
She looked confused as she stared at him, once he’d been a loving, caring father and husband but he’d fallen hard into darkness and despair and became a shell of the man she loved.
”Why?”
It was the only question she could thing to ask.
”Because I don’t need it anymore.”
It was more than that. He knew he’d never see his daughter again, Hayleigh was as lost to him as her mother was but if he could do one small thing before he was gone, one gesture to show he cared and provide them both with the life they deserved, he would do this.
”Just take it.”
He said it with a hint of fury, she took the papers from his hand, scanning them quickly, she had never imagined he had this much money.
”Angel-“
He turned from her quickly and abruptly. He couldn’t bare to look at her anymore, the pain was too great, the regret seeped in like wind through a poorly insulated house. He had to go now.
”Wait.”
But he didn’t, he couldn’t. The door creaked as he opened it, the leather squeaked as he sat, the engine roared and it drowned out the voice of his once beloved. He thought about looking back one last time, taking in her immense beauty once more but he didn’t. It was time to let her go. It was time to move on. It was time to go…
But, if I stayed here with you, girl
Things just couldn't be the same
'Cause I'm as free as a bird now
And this bird, you can not change
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Look at you Seth, look at what you’ve done, what you’ve become.
You’re a joke.
A sad pathetic never was that just can’t get it through his head that he will never, ever be anyone worth anything in our industry.
You think it’s all hard work, honor and respect. You think if you keep persevering, just have the willpower to continue that eventually things are going to turn around for you and you will become that person you always dreamed about.
You’re wrong.
How many times did I warn you? How many times did I tell you? How many nights did I waste by your side explaining that it’s kill or be killed, only the strong survive and if you’re not will to cut a few throats to get to the top then you’ll break your neck looking up?
You’re a failure.
My greatest mistake.
When I took you under my wing all those years ago I saw the potential for you to become a true protégé, I aw in you the ability to carry on the legacy of the Frozen Fenix when the day finally came that I hung up my boots.
Instead you’ve embarrassed me every step of the way.
You’ve sullied my good name, made me to look incompetent through your own failures. How could the great Tara Fenix chose such a bumbling imbecile to carry on her legacy?
I honestly don’t know anymore.
What I do know is you’ve chosen the wrong God to go to war with. Whatever your reasons are now that you see I’ve always been by his side, they will not be enough to topple him.
Angel Blake is the single greatest wrestler to ever set foot in a squared circle. His legacy is unprecedented, his accomplishments are unmatched, and his name is feared and respected in every ring on every continent in this world.
What are you to God?
You are to him what an ant is to you.
You are beneath him, a waste of his time and skills. Angel Blake should be wrestling Mike Laszlo for what is rightfully his, the IWF Imperial Championship. Not catering to fragile ego of a would be hero.
You’ve provided an excellent distraction for him. Giving the IWF a break from the iron clad fist that Angel had around their vulnerable throats but now the time for this game to end has come.
Angel is going to end your career.
It will not be merciful, it will not be competitive, it will be a blood bath and you’ll consider yourself lucky if he lets you leave alive.
And the bird you cannot change
And this bird you cannot change
Lord knows, I cant change
Bye, bye, baby it's been a sweet love
Would you still remember me?
For I must be traveling on, now
'Cause there's too many places
I've got to see
He clutched the paper work in his cold hands, shuddering but not from the cold. His black eyes locked on the white cathedral door of the small cape house, the fenced in yard enclosed him and his boots clacked against the granite walk way. He considered turning back and leaving, he knew he wasn’t supposed to be here but he had to come. He had to do this before it was too late…
*Knock*
His fist wrapped once against the hard wood of the door, he thought he could hear the echo from within but it could have been in his head. Foot steps approached, he looked back to his black ’67 Impala at the curb and imagined leaving before the door opened but he didn’t leave.
The door opened, she stood before him as beautiful as ever, her hair a dark red now with the body of an angel clothed in a tight fitting white top with khaki shorts for the warmer climate she now enjoyed.
”Angel? What the hell are you doing here?”
”Hello, Shelly.”
Her dark brown eyes became like slits as she glared at them. He shouldn’t be here, he knew that but he had to come.
”Here.”
He thrust the paper work at her, she looked down at it and then back to him, her eyes meeting his and for a moment he felt that old spark, perhaps she did too…
”What’s all that?”
”Everything.”
”Everything?”
”Every cent to my name.”
She looked confused as she stared at him, once he’d been a loving, caring father and husband but he’d fallen hard into darkness and despair and became a shell of the man she loved.
”Why?”
It was the only question she could thing to ask.
”Because I don’t need it anymore.”
It was more than that. He knew he’d never see his daughter again, Hayleigh was as lost to him as her mother was but if he could do one small thing before he was gone, one gesture to show he cared and provide them both with the life they deserved, he would do this.
”Just take it.”
He said it with a hint of fury, she took the papers from his hand, scanning them quickly, she had never imagined he had this much money.
”Angel-“
He turned from her quickly and abruptly. He couldn’t bare to look at her anymore, the pain was too great, the regret seeped in like wind through a poorly insulated house. He had to go now.
”Wait.”
But he didn’t, he couldn’t. The door creaked as he opened it, the leather squeaked as he sat, the engine roared and it drowned out the voice of his once beloved. He thought about looking back one last time, taking in her immense beauty once more but he didn’t. It was time to let her go. It was time to move on. It was time to go…
But, if I stayed here with you, girl
Things just couldn't be the same
'Cause I'm as free as a bird now
And this bird, you can not change
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Look at you Seth, look at what you’ve done, what you’ve become.
You’re a joke.
A sad pathetic never was that just can’t get it through his head that he will never, ever be anyone worth anything in our industry.
You think it’s all hard work, honor and respect. You think if you keep persevering, just have the willpower to continue that eventually things are going to turn around for you and you will become that person you always dreamed about.
You’re wrong.
How many times did I warn you? How many times did I tell you? How many nights did I waste by your side explaining that it’s kill or be killed, only the strong survive and if you’re not will to cut a few throats to get to the top then you’ll break your neck looking up?
You’re a failure.
My greatest mistake.
When I took you under my wing all those years ago I saw the potential for you to become a true protégé, I aw in you the ability to carry on the legacy of the Frozen Fenix when the day finally came that I hung up my boots.
Instead you’ve embarrassed me every step of the way.
You’ve sullied my good name, made me to look incompetent through your own failures. How could the great Tara Fenix chose such a bumbling imbecile to carry on her legacy?
I honestly don’t know anymore.
What I do know is you’ve chosen the wrong God to go to war with. Whatever your reasons are now that you see I’ve always been by his side, they will not be enough to topple him.
Angel Blake is the single greatest wrestler to ever set foot in a squared circle. His legacy is unprecedented, his accomplishments are unmatched, and his name is feared and respected in every ring on every continent in this world.
What are you to God?
You are to him what an ant is to you.
You are beneath him, a waste of his time and skills. Angel Blake should be wrestling Mike Laszlo for what is rightfully his, the IWF Imperial Championship. Not catering to fragile ego of a would be hero.
You’ve provided an excellent distraction for him. Giving the IWF a break from the iron clad fist that Angel had around their vulnerable throats but now the time for this game to end has come.
Angel is going to end your career.
It will not be merciful, it will not be competitive, it will be a blood bath and you’ll consider yourself lucky if he lets you leave alive.
And the bird you cannot change
And this bird you cannot change
Lord knows, I cant change
Bye, bye, baby it's been a sweet love
His hand hovered over the dark stained wood of the pistol grip on his father’s revolver. It had taken him years to track this gun down, the gun that started it all when a bullet pierced through the skull of his mother’s head. The gun that started him on the devil’s road.
He grinned silently in the darkness of the hotel room. A sort of pride that things were coming full circle now. In a single moment with a single bullet his father had created the evil and twisted thing he was now and with another bullet he’d end the nightmare once and for all. Finally he could wake up.
”Angel.”
Tara’s delicate fingers wrapped around his hand and slowly pulled it away from the gun. She turned his head so her cool blue eyes could gaze into the abyss of his own.
”Don’t do this.”
He looked away from her, back to the gun, he didn’t wish to look in the eyes of anymore of the people he’d hurt.
”Don’t take the easy way out.”
”Why shouldn’t I? Why shouldn’t I end the madness that has been my life and free the rest of you from my vengeful grip.”
Her hand lightly squeezed his.
”I never stayed because you made me.”
He wanted to believe her, he wanted to believe that what they felt was real, that he was capable of loving another human being but how many times had he told himself the same lies and always wound up where he was now? Alone.
”And I came back because I wanted to.”
He’d never questioned why she returned to him in his hour of need after everything he’d done to her. After the cheating, the black mail, after what he’d done to their son.
”You were happy once with me and our son, with our family. What happened?”
He didn’t want to remember but the pressure of her hand urged him to tell her.
”Aiden…”
Tara looked away for a moment, a flash of pain and regret but she looked back at him with a slight fire in her eye.
”That was two years ago, Angel.”
He turned back to her with fury in his eyes and hatred in his voice.
”And I remember it like it was yesterday!”
”So do I but I’m not going to ruin the lives of the people around me by taking my own over a lost child!”
”We didn’t lose him.”
He whispered those words through clenched teeth, he pulled his hand away from hers and turned his back to her.
”I took him from you.”
”And I forgave you.”
”I didn’t…”
His mind flashed the memory of that night two years ago. Tara was six months pregnant with what would be there second son, the name already picked out, the nursery made. He’d been drinking, his head heavy with the weight of the life he’d lead. Tara asked him to stop, she tried to take his glass, the back of his hand met her face and in his fury his fist slammed in her stomach…
”I can’t.”
He heard the screams, remembered the blood, the panicked lies at the hospital as the doctors asked what had happened.
”You need to.”
”Why?”
He’d taken a life, the life of his son and nothing had been the same since that day. Both of them spiraled into darkness, Angel self destructing at every turn, he had become his own worst enemy.
”Because I need you.”
The pain in her voice was evident, mixed with a tinge of hatred for a man she could never truly stop loving. She turned him around to look her once more in her blue eyes.
”I need you.”
He felt himself collapse into her arms. Something warm stained his cheeks as he nestled his head against her neck. She held him tight now, the great, powerful God as he wept and revealed himself as the man he once was.
”Help me.”
Yeah, yeah
Though this feeling I can't change
But please don't take it so badly
'Cause the Lord knows
I'm to blame
What is it you hope to accomplish by defeating me?
What will a single win against God grant you but a single moment to bask in your own self indulgent glory?
A loss, even to someone as childish and impudent as yourself, would do nothing but slow my rise back to power. I would rise again. I would eventually strike you down. And the Age of X would continue it’s unchallenged domination of the world of professional wrestling.
Beating me gets you nothing.
I would not suddenly open my eyes and see the supposed error of my ways. I would not gain a new respect for your self proclaimed dedication to your craft, I would simply get back up as I’ve done hundreds of times before and continue my slow march forward.
Rome was not built in a day, I do not expect single wins or losses to change the landscape of the industry. When I set the Age of X in motion it was not with a single short term goal in mind of becoming the IWF Imperial Champion.
I am not an imbecile, Seth.
I know the road to unopposed leadership of an entire promotion will not be easy. I did not expect all you whimpering simpletons to just roll over for me. I know my road is hard, long and will be wrought with sacrifice.
I say all this to explain to you how little your victory would mean to me. I want you to understand completely that I know if my head were to end up beneath your boot heel you do not have what it takes to deliver the killing blow.
God will live on.
The Age of X will continue to thrive.
There is no true victory for you, only more defeat and disappointment. It will not be until this match is over that you fully comprehend and perhaps appreciate the severity of your own failure. Your unwillingness to pull the trigger will cost you. Your pure heart and untarnished soul will be like kindling to my fire. You will only serve to further my agenda
Survival of the Fittest.
While I respect your ability to outlast most of the other putrid little wretches with lofty aspirations of greatness and an underserved notion of self importance your time in my ring is fast drawing to a close.
No more second chances.
No more tomorrows.
It’s do or die Mr. Evans and you need to ask yourself are you really ready, willing and able to end God once and for all?
I know the answer, I see the weakness in your eyes every time we’ve met, I hear the hesitation in your voice with every word you speak. Your conviction while honorable is false and you know it. You lie to yourself daily, glaring hard into your own reflection and hoping to see the man in your dreams nodding confidently back.
You’re no hero.
There is no happy ending for you or your story. The book will close with your battered and broken body lying in a heap beneath my eternal throne.
Your dreams will fade, your nightmares will be made flesh, your life and career will end by my hand, not with a boom but with a whimper.
And as the light dies from your eyes you will know that you were never made for this world. You will know how profound your failure has been. You will know me as the merciless God that I am and you will beg me for just one more shining day with the one person who has always believed in you.
One more day to bathe her in the attention and adoration you’ve denied her since returning.
Just. One. More. Day.
But your pleas will fall on deaf ears, Mr. Evans. You’ve had far too many chances already and it’s time to pay for your sins against the Father.
It’s time to say goodbye.
But, if I stayed here with you girl
Things just couldn't be the same
'Cause I'm as free as a bird now
And this bird, you'll can not change
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
And this bird you cannot change
And this bird you cannot change
Lord knows, I can't change
Lord help me, I can't change
Lord I can't change
Well howdy there pardner.