Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2019 1:36:07 GMT -6
The bell had rung.
Rowboat by Coal Chamber starts blaring over the loud speakers.
Beneath me lay Kyle Manson after falling victim to my Destructo.
"Love is in the air."
I pushed his discarded body away from me and got myself back up to my feet.
"Blinding me with smoke"
The referee goes to raise my hand but I pull away.
"You are the air I breathe.."
Dropping to the mat, I roll out of the ring and on to the floor.
"WHEN I CHOKE!"
The lights go completely dark within the arena.
A crimson red hue overcomes the darkness.
I walk over to the barricade and jump it.
"Butterflies in the jar."
Pushing my way through the crowd, I make my way to the steps.
"Butterflies in the jar."
Halfway up the steps I stop and turn around, facing the ringside area.
"Butterflies in the jar."
My arms extend as my head hangs.
"SO BREATHLESS!"
The lights cut to total darkness once again.
"GET OUT OF MY ROWBOAT!!"
They come back on as I have disappeared from the crowd with the scene fading to black.
UNDISCLOSED AMOUNT OF TIME PASSES
A written letter is shown on the screen slowly page by page.
Dear big bad Wolf,
Alone in this hole. My eyes have trouble adjusting to the reality of truth before me.
The world is spinning, slipping away into a fallacy which is peculiar.
Any singular notion of supremacy falls by the way side of these saints and sinners.
Not a single one was a true winner though.
For every notch in the bed post only equates to being one step closer.
One step closer to the edge that which is your fate.
JUMP MOTHER FUCKER!
pretty please?
Close your wandering eyes, step off, and plunge into that abyss.
Have no worry for not a single tear will shed, and you will not be missed.
Far more pathetic than any slit wrist.
I have a theory.
Are you listening?
Ears perk, and holes spread like the meat of your head as it sprays red.
Your bloodshed is the fuel which promotes my flame to burn.
For it is your bloody corpse beneath me that I yearn.
Your bloodshed is the fuel which promotes my flame to burn.
For it is your bloody corpse beneath me that I yearn.
Your bloodshed is the fuel which promotes my flame to burn.
For it is your bloody corpse beneath me that I yearn.
The candle of hope flickers, wavering into a fifty fifty stand still.
Locked up in a precursor of chaos.
Watch your step.
Don't falter.
YOU ALREADY FAILED AS A FATHER!
whoops!
My eyeballs bulge like a cock in that whore daughter's mouth.
Throbbing, pulsing with a beat of an unheard drum.
Love had made me it's ever fleeting victim.
Setting its sights on the mangled muscle some would call my heart.
God I just want to reach deep down within myself and rip it apart.
Swearing to you that my words are my curse.
Singing along with a universal song that repeats a chorus in between the same verse.
Rearranged numerically to deceive you and them.
And everything is all but fine.
Biding the cosmos directing you on down the line.
Time after time the immense pressure of your failure fills you up.
It builds you up and lifts you up.
To where you go not even I can ever know, ready for your closeup?
I'VE GIVEN YOU FALSE HOPE!
no worry I think Brandon's got something to help you cope.
This is my life.
It's alright.
I WANT THIS!
for the rest of my life.
All day long seeking to find some form of comfort in life's tragicly deceased.
Like tearing into the ever expanding flesh of a human being.
OOOOOOH MYYYYYYYYY GAAAAWWWWWWWWWD!
SUCH A THRIIIIIIILLLLLL!
WHEN I'M WATCHING YOU ALL BLEED!
Pushing me away because my words float up above their heads amongst the clouds.
Treating me like a clown here to tell you a joke.
Like JOHNNY STYLEZ choking on marijuana smoke.
Beginning to realize that there is something wrong with me.
Can't quite trace it with finger tips.
Followed the path which was least resisted.
I found myself in a field full of scum and chum.
IMAGINE BEING BETWEEN THE LEGS OF DANE PRESTON'S MUM
go 'head, hang yourself from that bottom rung.
Building up momentum for myself from the barren wastes from which my story had begun.
James Wolf has a gun.
Bring it along if you wanna have some real fun.
My rhymes begin to metamorph into a slick spit of adjectives and nouns.
Uh, Morbid, have you noticed you put on a few pounds?
A sharp tongue makes the rounds as New Edge falls infatuated with my sound.
COME FUCK AROUND!
an invitation to all, don't let me down.
What I am made of is the substance that is no longer mass produced.
Never even considered.
Only offered the remedy to live on in a life of infamy.
The wins?
They come a plenty for a creature born during a hysterectomy.
An unrelenting force of nature swiftly and abruptly enters the scene.
Morbid Wolf screams as he's forced off the tit to ween.
Finding out the hard way to not get trapped in between.
I've taken it easy thus far in my short lived appearance.
Scoped out the grimy landscape and with a hint of surprise I found predators.
THE BEST OF THE BEST!
until I came, but I digress.
Like the hollow point ripping through a pigs bullet proof vest.
A legacy is being built upon the ashes of NEW and everything you've been through.
James Wolf is the fourth step in an on going conquest.
Opening my eyes to discover this shit isn't even a contest.
Masses impatiently waiting for me to impress.
Sit down for a second and you'll be able to see up Scarlet Styles dress.
Eggs hang lower in a bigger basket than Jesse's Easter chest.
I am only getting started dropping names like I'm dropping bodies.
Give me a minute because I am about to do something naughty.
HIT THOSE FUCKIN' LIGHTS!
it's boner time.
Ascension is ever so sweetly whispering it's lullaby of destruction.
The symphony plays it's saddest song for James Wolf as if by instruction.
Burning his limp body to light my way as I venture further down my darkened path.
Head strong and arrogant, ready to make every mother fucker feel my wrath.
A volatile reaction stirs within my throat as these words slither their way out.
Hang that frown upside down if you are suffering from an unbearable doubt.
Come one, come all and do your worst to me.
Break my ever pestilent body with your flawless pedigree.
Orphan the tortured soul of a man who has nothing.
SHHHHHHHHH!
anyone else hear that buzzing?
Losing control as the words begin to spill upon the page.
James Wolf winning?
THIS IS AN OUTRAGE!
OH WAIT!
we haven't reached that stage.
Chuckle.
Truly, madly, deeply yours, Deacon Horrible. XO
UNDISCLOSED AMOUNT OF TIME PASSES
The sweat rolls down my forehead, leaving a trail upon my face.
Such heat on this scorching mid western summer night.
Ascension was approaching as if it were over in the distance upon the horizon.
I did not know what was going to happen.
All I can tell you is that violence is making it's descent.
Complete and total disregard for human life.
Two men embroiled in a heated rivalry come head to head for the first time.
In one corner, James Wolf.
A man who for all intents and purposes is a legend in his own right.
In the other, Deacon Horrible.
A man whom is no man, and has no legend.
Merely a puppet dangling at the end of a string.
The bad man was on the other end, orchestrating events for some unholy purpose.
We don't talk about the bad man.
It makes him really mad.
James Wolf is coming off two losses in a row.
Almost as if he so badly needs this win to save face.
Odds were revealed to be in James' favor.
As if I am a pushover.
I will not be pushed over.
God damn heat.
I stood up from the steps on the back porch.
My eyes squint as I look to the cascading rays of the sun as they prepare to disappear.
Heading into the house, several well dressed men in business suits are spread through out.
Most of them are heavily armed with automatic weapons.
A heavy cloud of reefer lingers in the air.
Sweet smell.
In the living room, two bad men with ladies wearing paper cut outs of James Wolf's face down between their legs sat upon the couch.
We never see any of the bad men's faces due to them being blurred out.
I sit down in the corner across the way from them.
Bad man #2: "Yo what's that creepy motha fucka doin here?"
Bad man #1: "AYE DEKE, come get you some of this man. You earned it."
Bad man #2: "BRUH! Don't bring that freak ass over here. Scaring the ladies."
The bad man grabs his girl by the hair on the back of her head very hard.
Bad man #1: "BITCH, go over there to Deke and you treat him right. Hear me?"
The girl, who had to be barely 18.. maybe.. tries to resist.
She's met with a heavy hand smacking across her face.
Hitting the floor, she begins to wimper.
My eyes widen as the bad man #1, dick still hanging out, gets up and kicks her in the gut.
Bad man #2: "Damn bruh, that's some ate up shit."
Bad man #1: "Shut the fuck up (redacted)!"
Bad man #2: "You right. You right. Come on bitch we goin' upstairs."
The bad man #2 gets up, his hand gripping his girl's arm as he leads her away.
The girl on the floor was trying to crawl away.
Silly girl.
The bad man never lets that happen.
He kicks her really hard in the side again.
She lets out a loud whimper this time.
I turn my eyes away from the carnage.
The bad man looks over at me.
Bad man #1: "Aw hell nah you little fuckin' pussy!"
He grabs me and shoves me down onto the floor next to this girl.
The belt around his waist begins to come off.
SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He pelts both of us with his belt.
Bad man #1: "GET THE FUCK UP DEKE!"
He kicks me in my side again.
The bad man reaches down, grabbing the girl by her hair and drags her.
Bad man #1: "NOW DEKE!"
I force my way to my feet, and follow him.
He drags the girl to a door that has several different locks on it.
A man standing by the door begins to unlock it as the girl is crying.
The bad man grabs her by the face and slaps her hard.
Blood spits out of her mouth.
The door gets opened and the bad man just tosses her in.
She falls down the steps, every thud sends a shiver.
The door gets shut and locked back up.
The bad man grabs me by the throat.
He tries to grab my mask and rip it off.
I resist.
Bad man #1: "YOU WANNA JOIN HER DEKE!?"
I shake my head no.
Bad man #1: "THEN GET THIS STUPID FUCKING MASK OFF YOUR FACE!"
After ripping the mask from my head he back hands me, sending me to my back on the floor.
Bad man #1: "Are you gonna just sit there and take it Deke?"
He kicks me in the head.
Bad man #1: "GET UP BITCH!"
He kicks me in the head again.
Bad man #1: "HOW ARE YOU GONNA BEAT JAMES WOLF IF YOU CAN'T EVEN STAND THE FUCK UP!?"
He goes to kick me again but I dodge it.
I grab his leg and trip him off of his feet.
As I go to attack the bad man one of his goons smacks me in the back of the head with his automatic rifle.
My vision becomes glossed with a bright white glow.
I hit the floor as the world around me starts to become engulf in a fog.
Ringing overtakes my ears as the sound around me mutes.
UNDISCLOSED AMOUNT OF TIME PASSES
Coming to, I look around me to find I had been chained up to the wall in the basement.
My chest is now bare as my shirt had been torn off.
All around me are men, women, boys and girls who themselves are in the same position.
Moaning and pleading start to come in waves and increase in volume as I fully regain consciousness.
Before me stand the two bad men from before.
One of them is standing off to the side, and he has a re-rolled cigar of marijuana in his mouth.
The other, the main bad man, is standing right before me.
In his hand is a snake whip, which are very hard to crack due to the absence of a handle.
Snake whips are the whips of a true pro.
And before I hear that first crack, a burning sensation followed by heavy pain hits me.
CRACK!
I wince in pain.
Bad man #1: "Look at you Deke. Pathetic."
CRACK!
Bad man #1: "James Wolf is going to beat the shit out of you."
CRACK!
Two marks now lay upon my chest with blood beginning to appear from the tears.
CRACK!
I wince once more.
Bad man #1: "Oh poor Deke. Poor stupid Deke."
CRACK!
Bad man #1: "Do you think James Wolf is going to take it easy on you?"
CRACK!
My head hangs after the fourth crack of the whip.
Blood now begins to become more pronounced on my chest.
CRACK!
Bad man #2: "Yo (redacted), how much for that big tittied blonde?"
CRACK!
Bad man #1: "Smoke your fucking weed and don't interrupt me."
Bad man #2: "My bad dude. Fuck. Just want them big ass titties in my face."
CRACK!
Bad man #1: "So go put your face in 'em. Mi casa su casa."
Bad man #2: "MY DUDE!"
As the second bad man goes over to the blonde woman with the large breast, he passes the marijuana cigar to the first bad man.
He pauses from whipping and takes a slow puff from it.
CRACK!
My body becomes completely limp.
But something overtakes my very being.
Chuckle.
Laughter slowly starts seeping from my mouth which brings a smile to the bad man's face.
CRACK!
Chuckle.
CRACK!
Chuckle.
CRACK!
CRACK!
An eruption of laughter overtakes me as the pain escapes, leaving me in a peaceful state of numbness.
Bad man #2 with his face between some big tittied bitch who's crying: "Yo let me get a crack in."
Bad man #1: "Be my guest."
The second bad man comes over, taking the snake whip from the other.
He reaches his arm back and attempts to sling the whip.
No crack is heard but the whip comes back, slapping him in the left leg.
Bad man #2: "SON OF A MOTHER FUCK!!"
He drops the whip and falls to his ass on the floor, grabbing his leg.
Bad man #1 dying of laughter: "Fuckin' idiot. Leave it to the professionals bruh."
Bad man #2: "Man, FUCK, you. That shit hurts."
The first bad man picks the whip back up, and exhales a large cloud of smoke.
CRACK!
The bad man approaches me, my head still hanging and he lifts it up by my chin.
Bad man #1: "Are you ready Deke? Are you ready for a signature death match with James Wolf?"
My head hangs back down in silence.
Bad man #1: "Fuck it. I got you Deke."
He drops the whip and takes a rip off the marijuana cigar before passing it to the other man.
Bad man #1: "I'm gonna speak in place of this deranged little fucker you all know as Deacon Horrible. Since he likes to speak in his little fuckin riddles and metaphors failing to truly get his point across. Let me break it down for you James Wolf. You'll find out who the fuck me and my associate here are soon enough. But we know all about you. We first crossed paths all the way back in a federation called NCW. You were a chump then and you're still a chump now. That mother fuckin' Jesse Styles gives not one lickity split of a shit about you James. Why else would he feed you to this psychotic monster of my creation? A week after you got cheated in a match with that fucking buffoon Dane Preston. Yeah, I mean, Dane Preston is some type of bad ass.."
"BUT HE'S NO DAMON RIGGS"
sup Damon, miss me? you know who da FUCK it is.
Bad man #1: "James you just keep getting fucked in the ass by New Edge Wrestling. Now they pit you against Deacon fuggin Horrible? AFTER HE'S HAD HIS EYES OPENED AND WOKE THE FUG UP!? ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? Might as well just walk out to the ring at Ascension and put the tattoo needle to your own fuggin forehead. As you can see, my man Deke here is more than ready to distribute absolute fucking carnage on your bitch ass in that squared circle. No matter how much pain and damage you inflict on this sick son of a bitch, he just keeps coming. He's already wiped out Kevin Drake, Kyle Manson, and some other joke who's name don't ring a bell."
"BECAUSE HIS NAME DON'T MATTER"
dun dun dun
Bad man #1: "I hope for your sake James, that you haven't been sleeping on Deke like the rest of these punk ass New Edgers. Perhaps you have. But the moment you see my face and remember my fuckin' name, you'll come to realize you done fucked up. Let your little cunt daughter get straight snatched up while you out in that ring getting pinned to the mat like Deke had her pinned to that bed room floor. How is ya little baby anyway? You're welcome for her return. It was my pleasure, she had a sweet taste to her. But Deke abused her and scarred that mind making her another worthless product. I can't sell worthless product James. So really, you should be thankful to Deke. Thank the man for turning your little thot out and rearranging them insides like a tweaker fixing that car stereo at 4am."
"TEAM NO SLEEP"
and now your baby girl a little freak
Bad man #1: "I hope the truth is clearing up for you James. A mother fuggin war is coming and your bitch ass is standing without a side. Like, nobody want your ass. Yet here you are, the brave little soldier. Fighting a fight that's already been lost by everybody who ain't standing by my side. Deke is just the beginning. But the beginning that has been presented to you also equates to the fuggin end. You're getting smoked from the get go. Being praised and raised with merely words to support your failing ego. Knowing damn well they're all lying to you. I won't lie to you. Deke won't lie to you. My partner over here won't lie to you. You should just consider calling up Jesse and telling him your ass quit. And take your bitch ass home to repair that damaged little girl. Maybe figure out how to please that wife Morrigan who's fucking the mail man, the milk man, and every black man she bump into when she's coming out the Starbucks. Or wherever else ya'll basic lame mother fuggas frequent."
He grabs me by my hair, lifting my head up.
Bad man #1: "Look at him James. This sick fuck don't care about your accolades. RWA Hall of famer, or any of your championship title reigns. Deke understands but one thing. Destruction. He feels only one thing. Hunger. I've bred him perfectly. All these acts you have witnessed during this little promo, that is all that Deke knows. All he sees is murder, murder, murder."
"KILL! KILL! KILL!"
you know the deal
Bad man #1: "I have dragged him through the very depths of what you regular folk would consider hell. Look around you for Christ's sake. You ain't ready for this world. Deke's world. Signature Death Match? A DEATH MATCH!? ARE YOU FUGGIN KIDDING ME!? Deke was probably birthed while his momma was getting piledrived through glass tables in Japan. But fug it. I'll just shut the fug up now. Consider this a little taste of what's coming. Because soon I'm coming. And there ain't a single mother fugga on this roster who can possibly stop me. So for now you, James, and the rest of your co-workers can put up with Deke."
MIC DROP