Post by Christian Mercer on Sept 24, 2015 13:31:08 GMT
As I walk this land of broken dreams,
I have visions of many things.
But happiness is just an illusion,
Filled with sadness and confusion...
What....
You want me to be humbled? I am no fool, I know that Alex is twice as practiced and near half my age, but ask yourself something.. Did I really lose it all? Am I not under their skin, does she not take every step in wonder and concern that we are waiting, just around the corner...
A single loss, A single win, they are all near meaningless in the grand scheme of things - my plans, my intentions for the Jones' go far beyond anything in this company... And so I lost my debut... Who cares...
Not me - but my opponents? Oh certainly they will care and congregate around the singular booking I have had since signing, you lost! They will cry - you are supposed to be some great wrestler from once-upon-a-time and you lost - and so I did, but so have they, a multitude of sins hiding behind pseudo arrogance...
Just like my own son, Warren... Todd... You are little boys playing at being men, immature and improperly trained, whacking wildly at every chance and claiming the wins as skill, yet disregarding what can be learned from your losses... Warren, you come from a wrestling family and yet, there you sit, flouncing every opportunity..
Back and Forth between being the poster child for every closeted emo kid in his bedroom cutting his wrists and claiming to being the second coming of a man with more vengeance and violence in his pink finger than you can hope to accrue in your entire life, your father was an impressive man...
Was, until he fell to the single person in this company whom I could and would have happily warned him about - and now he is a pathetic shell of a once great-man hovering in the shadows of yours and his friends lives, giving you ridiculous little pep talks about how you can do anything... Be anything....
Spare the rod Michael and you get a whiny little bitch like Warren....
A mistake I most certainly have never and will never make.
And then there is Todd Williams - forgive me if I know nothing of you, but you seem to be a pity throw in, someone who once thought he had some potential and has since wasted away on the shelf, tell me - what has a career of curtain jerking and never quite making it gotten you?
You can look down upon my choice to train instead of fight - but I made Champions, I created superstars - I molded and created the Ana Valentine who DESTROYED your entire Diamond's division... And you?
You made some bad mistakes and racially questionable statements... Oh but we can't talk about that can we son? The walking stereotype shan't be pointed out for fear of refute and the race card... Sign me up for a white hood before I take a bumbling fool seriously... You are everything wrong with this world Todd...
And I will have no qualms about taking you out of it.
What becomes of the broken hearted
Who had love that's now departed?
I know I've got to find
Some kind of peace of mind
Maybe.
Idiot idiot boy... I should have known he wasn't ready; and now this? More messes for me to clean up, once again he was unable to harness his emotions and I was left with damage control, how many times was this insolent little brat going to fuck up everything I had planned... Never again.... I'll make sure of that....
"I... I don't know if I was just misreading the situation..." her face was bright red and burning, upset, hurt, confused, she sat on the edge of the couch like a frightened bird ready to take flight at any sudden movement and never, ever had she looked so much like her aunt.... "I don't want to assume something so... So..."
"Depraved." I offered, curling my lip to add a touch of distaste to my words, she nodded slightly her watery blue eyes staring up at me, I ran a finger down her cheek, letting it linger on her jaw, she blinked slowly but didn't move... "It's not your fault."
I shrugged and dropped to a knee in front of her, my hand rested on her shoulder as my thumb grazed her cheek, she shuddered slightly as though the action made her uncomfortable, but didn't shy away... "You are, rather exceptional..." she drew back slightly, confusion knitting her brow once more "But that's hardly an excuse..."
I pulled up to my feet and I felt it, she was sorry I had moved... I knew she was, she didn't have to say it.
"I blame myself..." I sigh, throwing a hand to my temples and rubbing them "This is all my fault!", forcing my face to fall though I wanted to grin wildly as she jumped up shaking her head and reaching for my shoulder....
"No... No... Please don't..." I turned and took her by both arms, holding her there in front of me, before shaking my head and turning away again - but in that moment when our eyes met I was afraid she would see, so this time, I remained turned away from her...
"But it is, if I had insisted you stay with me...." I moved to the wall and rested my head against in in a sign of sorrow "If I had come for him sooner..." I sighed and even managed a small sniff, she made a sad noise behind me and I felt her approach... "I've failed you both..."
Her trembling hand touched my shoulder and I grabbed it, turning around and pulling her into a hug, I held her at the waist and she stiffened, she tried to pull back before placing her hands on my shoulders and shoving away...
"I'm sorry..." she offered, rubbing one arm with her hand awkwardly "I'm not much for... Hugs..." I shook my head and waved a hand, turning away from her again to hide the anger I was afraid would burn through my mask... "I understand... After all, he is my son...."
"No!" she squeaked, shaking her head... "I didn't mean..." she bit her lip in self doubt, she felt ridiculous for pushing me away, for feeling awkward.. Uncomfortable even at my touch...
"Eliza..." I sighed, turning back to her now having mustered watery eyes to pull her gaze... "I will talk with him, I will make sure he understands how... Wrong it was for him to..."
She held a hand up and shook her head "He didn't..."
"But he wanted to..." I half whispered as I stepped closer, she swallowed hard and I simply stared into her eyes for a long moment... "Stay away from him, he's.... Not well, I should have warned you... I'm sorry...."
She appeared confused for a moment, but silently nodded her head, I bowed my head and kissed her soft, porcelain cheek... I felt her body stiffen, I felt her breath hitch but she said nothing, did nothing until I stood straight once more.
"Thank you..." she stuttered out, retreating towards the door now... "I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it but..."
"But nothing..." I smiled now... "I'll make sure he understand exactly what he did."
The roots of love grow all around
But for me they come a tumblin' down.
Every day heartaches grow a little stronger,
I can't stand this pain much longer!
"For most, this match would hold a conflict of interest - pitted against my own son for the entertainment of a few violence loving social dredges in the back row before the real actions begins... But then, I am not like most Father's my sons inclusion in this company does not swell my chest with pride....
His successful debut against a wrestling 'legend' and loss to a mongrel in a mask are neither impressive or depressing... You see, my son is meant for far greater things than any of this... But not yet - no kiddo, not yet. Right now, you're just another youngster still wet behind the ears looking to earn your name.
And as you are already wear Aust, I have NO problems with making you earn your way in this life... I trained you gloves off before you grew hair on your balls - This is no different. You want to stand toe to toe with your old man again? You want to be reminded of exactly where you belong...
Well, me putting you back under my boot is just a regular Friday night for us - so lets move along to another confused little miscreant lacking in any and all social construct and queues shall we?
Caine is it? Charming, how very biblical - ironic I know - to be named after the first to be born, the first to murder... Tell me, was that your rebirth? Anointed anew with a name so ridiculously on the nose I am actually wondering if it was intentional - surely no one even an overgrown man child with a hard-on for the grim reaper isn't that fucking obvious...
Kids today, hey?
But seriously - you're going to walk in her with a name based on rebirth and murder and some schtick about being the wrestling antichrist and I am supposed to take your seriously? I am supposed to fear your hard strike or what-the-fuck-ever you are calling brawling these days?
Forgive me if I don't piss my pants over your inclusion in this match... won't you?
For you, this is a debut - on the precard sure - but a PPV debut and I have no doubt that you want to leave a mark, you want people to walk away remembering your name above all others and well, I got some bad news for you kid, there are two Mercers in this match, two men carrying a name with so much wrestling lineage it'll make your mother spin in her grave...
The only way anyone will be remembering your name over a Mercer, is if you make another first - the first man in IWF to debut and retire in the same night... Hint, that means if you push me you're gonna get hurt son - I thought i'd lay that out for you since apparently we have to be absolutely obvious about fucking everything now...
God forbid we have a little mystery in life... You are a poster boy for the new generation, plugged in and switched off, so self consumed with your own life and slights that you have no idea what is going on outside it - no clue how unoriginal you are, no clue how no one... Not even dear old Granny in row 123 C gives a flying fuck about how your Daddy didn't hug you enough...
Before be slashed up your dear old ma anyway...
But no, it'll be all about how you're a dangerous angry man that's going to make us all rue the day we entered a ring with you... Right? We will rue the day we laughed at your stage name, rue the day I mocked your dead mother and your child beating father...
Boo fucking hoo.... Dangerous? You're a hurt and scared little boy with unresolved issues and a heavily repressed psyche... But please, entertain me with threats and messages of grandeur... I can't wait to slap the 'Anti'Christ' right outta you kiddo... But until then, think about this...
If I am willing to beat my own flesh and blood down for the W... What am I willing to do to you?"
I walk in shadows,
Searching for light.
Cold and alone,
No comfort in sight.
"Are you an imbecile?" Austin's back hit the wall hard, the scruff of his shirt balled up in my fist as I pressed it against his chest, snarling... "Did I raise a moron?!" he stared blankly at me and that only served to push my anger closer to the surface, bouncing him off the I tossed him to the floor with a heavy hand around the back of his head.
Austin sat clearly dazed on the floor for a long moment, when he opened his mouth to protest, he caught the back of my hand this time, a small smattering of blood decorated the carpet as I drew back and shook my hand out with a huff....
"She nearly bolted... All because YOU can't keep it in your pants..." I could feel anger bubbling in my chest like a growl and it forced my voice out gruffer than usual "I have told you before... Your mind need to be on the ring, not the rats hanging around it."
His back sitffened as I likened Eliza to one of the many 'groupies' he had nearly fallen into the arms of in the past, I smirked, admiring the smear of his blood on my hand as he got to his feet... "Don't talk about her like that..."
I laughed, shook my head and shoved my son in the chest, both hands, solidly back against the wall "Or you'll what?" he smirked now, tilting his chin up to look me in the eyes.... "I've seen you... The way you get that glint in your eye..."
My hand slammed against the wall beside his head and despite himself he flinched as I leaned in close... "Watch your mouth boy..." he shrunk near immediately, back to the scared little boy he had been when I pulled him out of that piss soaked roach-hole when he was 12....
"I took you out of the slums and I can put you right fucking back there..." his eyes downcast to the floor I backed off a little, listing his head to check his busted lip I pulled a silk handkerchief from my pocket and dotted at the blood "Besides, do you really think I'd have left her to rot if she were... Like you are to me?"
I smoothed out his shirt and straightened him up with a smile, he half nodded, still quiet and un-assured after his momentary ill-thought out mutiny... "You are my son, my blood and tissue... You are more important than any little slip of blonde hair could be... Understood?" he was obviously confused by my dismissal of Eliza, but ignored it with a more sure nod.
"Now, stay out of her way... I don't need her crying in my arms about how conflicted she feels..." I instantly regretted letting that slip, his eyebrows shot up, she had obviously not been as open with him as I, unlike Austin, I could tell from the moment she spoke his own conflict matched hers...
"She is supposed to be your sister after all." I smiled....
Hoping and praying for someone who care,
Always moving and goin' nowhere.
Help me..
Tell me something Todd, how does it feel to make a big, bold statement about finally standing up and being where you deserve to be - and the result of that being a spot curtain jerking with the new guys? Last week, you were granted a title shot... A Title Shot and what did you do?
Something I understand to be a pattern of yours... You talked a big game and then shit the bed in the middle of the ring for the WHOLE damn world to see, forget Body Count's agenda with Verona and his iron grasp on the way you half-witted performing Monkeys behave....
They should be focusing on removing wash-outs like you from wrestling, permanently - but just like in life, in business I am going to have to Alex's job for him Properly, by ensuring that wastes of airtime like you, never make it back off this darling little pre-show, if only because you are entirely undeserving of your position in this company...
But I can think of several other reasons as well, would like me to relay them for you? Of course you would, you simple minded gibbon!
So-called performers like yourself have absolutely no respect for the time and training it takes, the dedication required, to be truly great at this sport - you think you can run your mouth and throw a few punches and everything will turn out fine. And when it doesn't? Well then you just roll back under the covers and wait a few weeks, hoping the shit storm trailing your career has passed.
You are lazy, it begs belief how you were ever more than a fucking water-boy in any company ever, because you are possibly the laziest 'professional wrestler' I have ever met in my life - to you, training is mouthing off at a woman on twitter and posing for some selfies with girls half your age.
Your stereotypical near monolithic promos that never change yet somehow seem a new level of boring and abject stupidity every single time are something that I swear would be enough to drive even the most hardened criminal to suicide were he subjected to them long enough - and yet- you seem to think yourself a supreme trash talker!
I am unsure what precisely you think is so domineering and 'threatening' about every single racial stereotype in existence being overplayed by the most un-authentic 'black man' I have ever had the displeasure to listen to - or work with - but you apparently think this exceptionally droll and repetitive styling is somehow going to scare your opponents into backing off...
Or perhaps you are hoping we will slip into a coma trying to decipher why exactly you exist in this company a wrestler and will there-by win by default?
Whatever it is, you are simply an unskilled, untalented waste of air taking up the space of a thousand young hopefuls, shitting on their dream by destroying any worth wrestlers have in the eyes of anyone who was once a fan of yours - and yet I am sure somehow your small, inferior mind will find a way to make ME the racist.
Even though I am not the one mocking and subjugating my own people, that seems to be your final nail in the godawful gimmick coffin.....
Dumbed down for you Todd, you are a useless and disparaging sack of shit I am going to wholeheartedly enjoy throwing all around that ring until such a time as you are done, down and out - and I am free to focus on more deserving and challenging competitors.
Oh Warren, how I wish I could say 'speaking of' but, unfortunately - your rather unimpressive whining and pouting has prevented me from taking you even the least bit seriously... Yes, yes you have trained for this, you were born for this, hand selected and blah blah blah...
My god, it's boring enough when Austin starts in on that shit and he's my son, so I HAVE to listen - you? Not so much.
In fact, I would go so far as to say if I never have to even acknowledge you as a human being again it would be a blessing... We get it kid, you're conflicted, you want to be better than your old man, you want to do right by the 'Kane name' but no one fucking cares...
As I explained to Abel... No.. Wait... Caine, as I explained earlier to his anti-christyness your little sob stories will fall on deaf ears in any reputable company for the rest of your goddamn life, so hug your papa and get over it, because what you need to be doing is focusing on all that training dear old dad gave you...
Because when the chips are down, THAT is what will save you bucko.
And here's the thing Warren, i'm not all bad and you have a lot of potential, as a trainer and a father, I can see the potential in you and WHY Spike felt the need to train you up and send you out here, but by that same hand, as a trainer, seeing your potential wasted and smushed between the slices of a 'controversy' sandwich makes me goddamn IRATE!
And as a father, seeing a once visceral and dominant force become a weak sack of lard prodding his son with a big stick makes me feel physically ill - is that what you want to become Warren? A washed up once-upon a-time whose legacy is tarnished by personal mistakes?
I wanted more for you kid, and so does daddy I am sure!
But this week? Well - this isn't gonna be the week for that, this won't be the week where you turn things back around and become the quick-travelling momentum gaining young up-start you once were, no... This will be the week you learn a very valuable lesson... Love, true love, is hard earned and hard fought...
This week, you will see what REAL Father and Son love is, you will see what real dedication and sacrifice can get you and then, when you are out and all you see is spinning stars and chirping blue birds, through the haze you will watch as I teach you both a very important lesson....
You WILL respect your elders.... Even if that respect has to be beaten into you.
I'm searching though I don't succeed,
For someone's love, there's a growing need.
All is lost, there's no place for beginning,
All that's left is an unhappy ending.
Well howdy there pardner.