Post by Deathtrain on Jun 23, 2013 15:11:30 GMT
Power is of the individual mind, but the mind's power is not enough. Power of the body decides everything in the end, and only Might is Right.....
The scene opens up in Deathtrain's home. Sitting at his kitchen table with his computer, Deathtrain is watching the replay of the Heir to the Throne Battle Royale from Bloody Assizes. He smirks as he watches himself fly across the ring, battling it out with some of the best the IWF has to offer. It was a long, tiresome ordeal, but things looked as if they were going his way and that he would end up on top of the mountain, just as he had proclaimed. But, as the events unfold once again in front of him on the screen, Deathtrain is reminded that it was not to be. After receiving a beatdown from Lex Sense, Deathtrain's old rival from XHF, Joe Everyman, would seize the opportunity and eliminate the Walking Nightmare from the match. As the anger begins to well up again within him, the phone rings. Deathtrain angrily pauses the video, makes his way to the counter and picks up the phone. It's his ex-wife, Erica.
Great....
Reluctantly, Deathtrain clicks on the phone and brings it to his ear.
Yeah.
Are you really not coming to pick up Aaron this weekend? He's been talking about it all week...
I already told you that I can't. I've got too much going on right now and I just can't make it this weekend. Can't you just let me have him next weekend instead?
No, that's not how it works. We both agreed that when you started doing this wrestling shit again that you would take the first weekend out of every month to spend time with him. If you don't make that time, then tough.
So, you would put our son in that position? You would take away his chance to see his dad?
I'M not taking anything away, Brandon. By not working this in around YOUR schedule, YOU are the one who is taking it away from him, and I will make damn sure that he knows that too.
Yeah, okay. Turn our son against me instead of just making things easier on all of us.
I'm not the one who should be making any of this easy! You're the one who left us, remember?
Deathtrain stays silent, knowing that his ex-wife would never truly understand why he had left. She could never understand what it was like to harbor the darkness he had inside of him, to live a fake life that he had never wanted, to live each and every day knowing that everything was a lie against his true self. She would never understand.
Fine.....I guess...I guess I'll just have to wait until next month then.
*click* The line goes dead, its deafening click a painful reminder of the reality that Deathtrain has found himself in. Deathtrain puts the phone back on its hook and goes back to the table. He stares at the screen for a moment, Erica's words still echoing in his mind. Knowing there was only one way he was going to make it through yet another fight, another battle, another bullshit argument, Deathtrain clicks the play button on his computer, letting the memories of the match, the sounds, the pain, the emotions...letting all of it consume him and swallow him in its dark embrace......
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
So...here we are. The events of Bloody Assizes and the battle royal have come and gone and, though I was not the champion that I had claimed I would become, I showed the entire world exactly what my claim to that throne was. I've rewatched the match, over and over, and it was abundantly clear that I was on my path to victory. One by one, the warriors fell at my feet. I was on a warpath and there was nobody who could stop me. Not even you, Joe Everyman. Surely, you too were going to be cast aside just like the rest of them. And, that is exactly what would have happened if it hadn't have been for Lex Sense.
Joe, Joe, Joe....How have you been all these years, Joe? It seems like a lifetime has passed since we last stood across from each other inside the square. I know most people here in the IWF don't know about our past, about the bloody history we share, but I remember. I remember every gory detail of it. Even more, I know that you do, too. I know that there is no way you could ever escape the memory of the pain I caused you, the way I tormented you not only in every waking moment, but even when you were asleep, thinking that you were safe and protected. How HAVE you been sleeping, Joe? Did the nightmares ever cease? I dare say they didn't. Even after all these years, I can see it in your face, your mannerisms, the way you carry yourself in the ring. You may think you've escaped the terrors of your past, but my brand of suffering is not one that can ever be blighted. I am the affliction for which there is no cure, the evil eye that is always watching. You could have left well enough alone, Joe, and you could have continued on with your life, never truly escaping from your past, but living with its scars and doing the best you could with what you've got. Instead, this past Sunday, you chose to make a very grave mistake. After Lex Sense entered the fray and left me absolutely battered in the middle of the ring, you took what was left of me and eliminated me from the match, thus allowing our paths to intersect yet again.
What exactly did you think was going to happen, Joe? Did you really think that I would just let you get away with trying to remove me from my throne? That I was just going to sit by and let you think that you had finally gotten on up on the Walking Nightmare? I really must have messed you up, Joe, because if you really thought that I wasn't going to seek retaliation for your actions at Bloody Assizes, then you must be out of your damn mind, not that there was much of one there to begin with. I'll not trouble you with the nightmares this time around, Joe. Instead, I'm going to focus all of that dark energy where I can cause as much pain and torture as possible, this physical realm in which we live and breath. You will pay for your actions this Monday, you will pay with your bones, your flesh, your blood. I am going to finish you off for good, finish the work I started all those years ago, and the only person you will be able to blame is yourself. This is all on you, old foe, and I want you to know that. When you are staring up at the lights, flat on your back and gasping for breath, your body broken and begging for the mercy that you know I will not give, I want you to know in your heart that you are the only one to blame for all of it.
As for our other opponent, Ryan Shane. Ryan, if you think that you are anything more than an afterthought in this bout, then you are seriously wrong. I could care less what you have to say or what you think you're going to accomplish on Monday night. All of these things are inconsequential, or "small potatoes" if that's too hard for you to comprehend. You can try, if you really feel up to it. Go ahead, Ryan. Take a shot at me inside of that ring, put yourself between me and my fated rival and I will knock you on your ass so fast you'll think you were back in your first days of wrestling school. You don't want any of the punishment I have planned for Joe, but I can promise you that I will be more than happy to share some of that with you if the situation arises.
I know that it may seem to the both of you that this is all about Joe, about keeping an old fight from the past going, but it is so much more than that. As it stands now, I am third in the rankings for this little tournament of ours. This match on Monday night will serve not only for me to decimate the both of you as the world watches, but to also further myself in the standings, bringing me one step closer to the throne that I am destined to sit upon. When this tournament is finished, I will become the Imperial Champion, beginning my reign as king among the mortals and once again cementing my name in history. You two are nothing more than steps along my path to the title, and, this Monday, you both will rest under my boots....
The scene opens up in Deathtrain's home. Sitting at his kitchen table with his computer, Deathtrain is watching the replay of the Heir to the Throne Battle Royale from Bloody Assizes. He smirks as he watches himself fly across the ring, battling it out with some of the best the IWF has to offer. It was a long, tiresome ordeal, but things looked as if they were going his way and that he would end up on top of the mountain, just as he had proclaimed. But, as the events unfold once again in front of him on the screen, Deathtrain is reminded that it was not to be. After receiving a beatdown from Lex Sense, Deathtrain's old rival from XHF, Joe Everyman, would seize the opportunity and eliminate the Walking Nightmare from the match. As the anger begins to well up again within him, the phone rings. Deathtrain angrily pauses the video, makes his way to the counter and picks up the phone. It's his ex-wife, Erica.
Great....
Reluctantly, Deathtrain clicks on the phone and brings it to his ear.
Yeah.
Are you really not coming to pick up Aaron this weekend? He's been talking about it all week...
I already told you that I can't. I've got too much going on right now and I just can't make it this weekend. Can't you just let me have him next weekend instead?
No, that's not how it works. We both agreed that when you started doing this wrestling shit again that you would take the first weekend out of every month to spend time with him. If you don't make that time, then tough.
So, you would put our son in that position? You would take away his chance to see his dad?
I'M not taking anything away, Brandon. By not working this in around YOUR schedule, YOU are the one who is taking it away from him, and I will make damn sure that he knows that too.
Yeah, okay. Turn our son against me instead of just making things easier on all of us.
I'm not the one who should be making any of this easy! You're the one who left us, remember?
Deathtrain stays silent, knowing that his ex-wife would never truly understand why he had left. She could never understand what it was like to harbor the darkness he had inside of him, to live a fake life that he had never wanted, to live each and every day knowing that everything was a lie against his true self. She would never understand.
Fine.....I guess...I guess I'll just have to wait until next month then.
*click* The line goes dead, its deafening click a painful reminder of the reality that Deathtrain has found himself in. Deathtrain puts the phone back on its hook and goes back to the table. He stares at the screen for a moment, Erica's words still echoing in his mind. Knowing there was only one way he was going to make it through yet another fight, another battle, another bullshit argument, Deathtrain clicks the play button on his computer, letting the memories of the match, the sounds, the pain, the emotions...letting all of it consume him and swallow him in its dark embrace......
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
So...here we are. The events of Bloody Assizes and the battle royal have come and gone and, though I was not the champion that I had claimed I would become, I showed the entire world exactly what my claim to that throne was. I've rewatched the match, over and over, and it was abundantly clear that I was on my path to victory. One by one, the warriors fell at my feet. I was on a warpath and there was nobody who could stop me. Not even you, Joe Everyman. Surely, you too were going to be cast aside just like the rest of them. And, that is exactly what would have happened if it hadn't have been for Lex Sense.
Joe, Joe, Joe....How have you been all these years, Joe? It seems like a lifetime has passed since we last stood across from each other inside the square. I know most people here in the IWF don't know about our past, about the bloody history we share, but I remember. I remember every gory detail of it. Even more, I know that you do, too. I know that there is no way you could ever escape the memory of the pain I caused you, the way I tormented you not only in every waking moment, but even when you were asleep, thinking that you were safe and protected. How HAVE you been sleeping, Joe? Did the nightmares ever cease? I dare say they didn't. Even after all these years, I can see it in your face, your mannerisms, the way you carry yourself in the ring. You may think you've escaped the terrors of your past, but my brand of suffering is not one that can ever be blighted. I am the affliction for which there is no cure, the evil eye that is always watching. You could have left well enough alone, Joe, and you could have continued on with your life, never truly escaping from your past, but living with its scars and doing the best you could with what you've got. Instead, this past Sunday, you chose to make a very grave mistake. After Lex Sense entered the fray and left me absolutely battered in the middle of the ring, you took what was left of me and eliminated me from the match, thus allowing our paths to intersect yet again.
What exactly did you think was going to happen, Joe? Did you really think that I would just let you get away with trying to remove me from my throne? That I was just going to sit by and let you think that you had finally gotten on up on the Walking Nightmare? I really must have messed you up, Joe, because if you really thought that I wasn't going to seek retaliation for your actions at Bloody Assizes, then you must be out of your damn mind, not that there was much of one there to begin with. I'll not trouble you with the nightmares this time around, Joe. Instead, I'm going to focus all of that dark energy where I can cause as much pain and torture as possible, this physical realm in which we live and breath. You will pay for your actions this Monday, you will pay with your bones, your flesh, your blood. I am going to finish you off for good, finish the work I started all those years ago, and the only person you will be able to blame is yourself. This is all on you, old foe, and I want you to know that. When you are staring up at the lights, flat on your back and gasping for breath, your body broken and begging for the mercy that you know I will not give, I want you to know in your heart that you are the only one to blame for all of it.
As for our other opponent, Ryan Shane. Ryan, if you think that you are anything more than an afterthought in this bout, then you are seriously wrong. I could care less what you have to say or what you think you're going to accomplish on Monday night. All of these things are inconsequential, or "small potatoes" if that's too hard for you to comprehend. You can try, if you really feel up to it. Go ahead, Ryan. Take a shot at me inside of that ring, put yourself between me and my fated rival and I will knock you on your ass so fast you'll think you were back in your first days of wrestling school. You don't want any of the punishment I have planned for Joe, but I can promise you that I will be more than happy to share some of that with you if the situation arises.
I know that it may seem to the both of you that this is all about Joe, about keeping an old fight from the past going, but it is so much more than that. As it stands now, I am third in the rankings for this little tournament of ours. This match on Monday night will serve not only for me to decimate the both of you as the world watches, but to also further myself in the standings, bringing me one step closer to the throne that I am destined to sit upon. When this tournament is finished, I will become the Imperial Champion, beginning my reign as king among the mortals and once again cementing my name in history. You two are nothing more than steps along my path to the title, and, this Monday, you both will rest under my boots....
Well howdy there pardner.