Post by Alexander Koresh & his Family on Sept 8, 2019 9:51:24 GMT -6
"VI"
"THOUGHT'S OF THE SANEST MAN ALIVE"
People said that I was delusional and had always choked in big matches like the one I had recently with my arch-nemesis a few shows back will probably go down as either the biggest match of my return but turned into my biggest downfall after Defiance had cowardly jumped me from behind. Alan Envy did what comes naturally to him as he had to defend the man that he worships but if I got my way both of them would be crawling around the arenas like the slugs they are. This week’s Ignite is going to be my time or where Robert Backdoor makes everyone a believer.
Everyone carries their own demons. We’re not talking about scaly, pitchfork tailed and goat feet demons; Demons of things that they have done in the past and things that they should have done; Sins so powerful or hurtful that way a person down so much that they cannot carry on without breaking others in their wake.
My demons were established a long time ago when my sister came into this world. My sister wasn’t born without trouble. She had nearly killed our mother in child birth and that had driven our father to drink or so we thought. Our father had always been a man that you didn’t want to get in the way of; especially when he had been drinking. On the fateful day when our father had overstepped the mark and had started to beat down on our mother that had been the catalyst for what would become known as the Koresh clan. We had been a normal family that lived in a farmstead out on the outskirts of Abilene, Texas till then. But then the shit hit the proverbial fan. Now the family had grown to accommodate all of it.
Robert Backdoor had probably grown up as a normal young man in that place he called home, as a boy the only decision he had to do was probably to have to choose between supporting which team to support in baseball or basketball which seemed like an idyllic childhood when you compare it to my years of violence and brutality. Where one had used the travesty that had affected him internally concentrating on his wrestling career to become the best that he could be with his limited background and the other namely me just used it to bring violence to all that stood in my path.
When Robert had been circling me before when we were here before when he was in Phoenix and had been a nail in my ass. Him and Tha Joka had the most repulsive of all relationship in their frailty as they had their exchanges with Unstable. How quaint that their back together again, all we need now is for them to put a ring on each other. Anyway how’d Tha Joka’s only single match go with me? Oh wait, after the utter freakin’ destruction that the two of us did to each other it was him that was looking up at the lights for the three count.
You bring your people to the match and mine will be there too. My freaks will surround that ring Robert, their shrill mocking laughter like vicious birds tearing into your soul from all sides my friend. Terrible unnatural faces which are distorted by the cruelty people like you have put on them will be there to keep you in check.
So this was how it was going to happen. One moment on top of the world and next moment they had tried to steal my thunder. Last Ignite turned out to be in my favour but it came with a tainted feel to it. The show should have ended with me standing triumphant within the confines of the squared circle with my arm held high holding the New Edge Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship belt aloft triumphantly smiling like some kind of intoxicated super hero.
But no……..No, they’d given that shot to someone else. This plan isn’t working is it.
Planned? That comes across in my mind that I was always destined to win that belt for the second time and put the company on my shoulders against those peons trying to take the company that I am representing away from me. Do they think that I will rush to Jesse Style’s defence?
Oh that would be quite quaint. Has anyone ever done that for him? Do you think that Nocturnal would stand up for a figure of authority in the wrestling promotion that he holds the World Heavyweight Championship for? Did I stand up for Joey Falcone or Robert Riot when I held their World Championship strap? Hell, not even AJ Johnson would have trusted me with his company even though I’ve still got the DWF World Championship title.
So plans need to be made, mischief needs to be brought. I think it’s time to open the rolodex and bring in those that I trust. And they will bring a fitting end to those that stand in our path.
Some say that human nature is their just to fear what you do not understand. Menace in its presence and mystify it to the masses. I am this face of fear within the ranks of New Edge Wrestling. Some have said that I bring an uneasy chill to the air. Over the years my actions have fractured the psyche of all those that stand toe to toe with me.
That is like this Robert Backdoor that I have been saddled with to give them their time in the spotlight. Robert you have become spellbound by the words of Ryan Pugh to form a sycophantic field of muscle around his cowardly self.
I, myself have spread chilling words through some kind of cryptic prose as a way of confusing those that stood in my path and you will be not let off of that path you have chosen.
People had tried to saddle me with their fake faith over the years. Yes, that is what it is. I have had everyone from the Holy Roller to Father Rodrigo Ramon Rojas to Father Nathan trying to peddle me that pathetic excuse of a religion on me.
Why do people buy into this bull shit? It is all about a group of old child molesters living in their Churches in the Vatican trying to hang onto the power that they have garnered over the centuries in an attempt to keep their money. Money is what it is all about, not faith. And that is why Jesse Styles won’t let me get my hands on what I want until it will make him loads of money.
Money seems to be in numbers these days. Gangs have been springing up all over the place since the company has been back but none of them have amounted to anything as they live in the shadow of what came before. They will never be as controversial as the cRu, as creepy as Phoenix, as deranged as Unstable or even as beautiful as La Dolce Vita but those were different times.
Anyway the thoughts in my head digress don’t they? Probably too many chair shots to the noggin is my prognosis but what would I know as I ain’t a freakin’ doctor am I? What’s going through that head of yours Robert? How’s it feel to be just comedy relief in your little group? You know Pugh will dump your ass as soon as you show any attempt to outdo the bearded one? One too many dick jokes may send him over the edge; you know he’s side eying your every move don’t you?
Didn’t you know Robert that society has become this vile and putrid thing that we’re all a part of. You do as you are told, so says your mother, then your boss and then your wife. You see what they want you to see and you feel whatever it is they want you to feel but as you are aware Robert, I am different. Where you see a freakin’ blank canvas, I see such a beautiful painting. And where you hear silence, I hear some sort of symphony. I am the Icon of Darkness, the Sadistic Bastard, the World Eater, Nocturnal. And you, you may call me by whatever name you see fit but know this it will not matter when you are starring up at the ceiling.
Don’t let the fans porcelain smiles fool you, they will betray you before moving onto whatever is the next talent in the squared circle. Right now, I just want it to come out and play. How about it, Robert? I know you're listening to my thoughts. I like that you think stand a chance against all this, oh I like that. You don't even realize it but me and you having been heading this way since the last incarnation of New Edge Wrestling. My question to you: How can you be 100-percent sure that it won't be you? You want to see fun, Robert? You want me to have a good time? Nocturnal can do funny too. This is my world and it belongs to me.
“Look, Daddy!” Summer shrieked happily from the playground swing. “Look how high I can go!” The adopted daughter of the wrestler formerly known as Alexander Koresh pumped with her legs, making herself swing faster and higher. “Daddy!”
Nocturnal sat on top of a weather-worn picnic table a short distant away with his back to his daughter. She called his name again and this time he finally turned to look at her. She was swinging up a storm, letting go to one of the swing’s chains for a moment to wave wildly at her father. He was hung over from his little party time last night with the people of Las Vegas. Alcohol and his medication didn’t mix well he knew but he was Nocturnal. He had seen Aurora but that hadn’t gone well but he digresses. The company had got the guys to come here early so as to do some press stuff to promote their upcoming Ignite coming from one of the places on the Las Vegas Strip.
Nocturnal acknowledged with a half-hearted wave his daughter. He then returned to thoughts of beating Robert Backdoor and then moving onto get his chance to get hold of the NEW X-Core Championship belt. He needed to get that little gold strap around his waist so he could cement Summer’s future. If and when Nocturnal wasn’t around to keep an eye on her she would need some kind of guardian and that person wouldn’t do it for the love of it. No, they needed some kind of dowry. And the best way to do that is to get that gold strap back and get the big matches.
He had had problems with a lot of the people on the roster but Robert Backdoor was the one that counted this week. The idea of the two of them stepping in the ring and fighting each of like two Kaiju fighting through Tokyo destroying buildings either side of them with swipes of their tails was going to be amazing for those in attendance plus those tuning in from their homes.
What did Nocturnal have to bring to get close to beating Robert Backdoor as this was their first one on one encounter?
Confidence?
Check!
Technical skills?
Check!
Violence?
Oh double check!
The day had become slightly overcast, greyish clouds attempting to obscure the warming rays of the sun. Nocturnal shuddered an icy chill running up and down the length of his spine. He blamed it on the weather, but in fact he had felt cold ever since Alan Envy had had jumped him like a cowardly turd for his Master.
These days he had to think of more than himself when it came to his wrestling career. Back in the days he would destroy all before him without even a second thought of what was happening in his wake, of those that he hurt in his travels to greatness but now with his limited time left he needed to think about his legacy.
Could he leave his sister to look after Summer when he was gone from this world? Damn. She couldn’t look after herself let alone a young girl like Summer. He would need to speak to Aurora. He would need to clear things up with her so as to make things right with her. Both had said hurtful things to each other in the past few months but he needed to put a line under it; For Summer’s fate.
Nocturnal watched Summer. She was giggling, tossing back her head of black curls as she swung. He had never taken the time to notice how beautiful his adopted child was until today. She was like Emily; she was full of life and innocence. She was pure. He was glad Aurora had talked him out of stretching her neck and just dumping her.
When she had first come into his life she had been very shy and quiet but now there was no shutting her up. She wanted to know his favourite colour, what foods he liked and disliked. She was worthy of the acquisition to his life.
Nocturnal’s hand went to his jacket pocket. He wanted to make sure the thing he had given his dead wife had not accidentally fallen out. The pocket felt warm to his touch. Had the item been warm like that when he had first got it back? He couldn’t remember. He tried to picture the moment in his head. It had been such a long time ago but it was still fresh as anything.
The technician at the mortuary had carefully removed it from the box. It was swathed in plastic bubble wrap. He had slid it across the table toward Nocturnal. He had peeled away the plastic to look at it. The thing was sentimental to him; he had given it to Lyre on their wedding day. The last time he had spoken to her alive was when he was getting ready for a match back in the old company with that asshole from his past Matthew Slater. How fate has spoken to him again. And where’s Matthew these days? Probably wallowing in self-pity in some bed-sit in the UK right? It’s funny how the mighty have fallen; he was on top of New Edge Wrestling for a while before he was disillusioned with the way he was heading and ended up taking his ball home. I wonder how that worked out for him in the long run.
What would have Lyre thought of Summer? Would she have embraced her like Nocturnal had? She was supposedly the love of his life. The sister of his SIX compadre Adam Champion had been there for him when he came into this business but was no longer with him. He had subconsciously blamed Matthew for the death of his wife, their unborn child and his son Nathaniel but had never brought about a fitting revenge on him that felt like closure. Yes, he had taken his NEW World Tag Championships off of him and his German comrade in arms but that wasn’t enough. No, he had needed to do something that would have the British born wrestler questioning his sanity, his reality in life itself but he was out of the business these days. He was the one that had been left needing more but that was the past and Robert Backdoor was the future.
Robert wasn’t known for his tactical prowess in the ring but could he live through the violence? With him being one of the greatest NEW Youngblood Champions of all time even though in some peoples mind that was when the division was at its weakest and the enhancement talent that they threw at him wasn’t up to scratch and then he was tagging with Tha Joka so he has proven to the world he has the side of him that could unlock the violence tendencies needed to progress in this match with someone of Nocturnal’s sadistic side. Nocturnal had been known to put his own body on the line just to make a point so Robert had to bring his “A” game this week.
Nocturnal himself would be bring his “A” game as he wanted to regain what he classed as his property by any means necessary. His reputation was everything. He will rend flesh but the difference between him and Robert was that Nocturnal got off on it. This was going to be by far the most intense matches one the Las Vegas card, it’ll be as dark as it should be.
With Jesse Styles continuing to hide behind his lackeys and then throwing a one liner at every turn to whatever whim he wanted was going to be frustrating for both of the competitors but on paper it suited Robert more than Nocturnal as he had lackeys like Pugh and Tha Joka to back him up not the other way round so Nocturnal would have to hold himself in check and not attack Pugh and Tha Joka at ringside. But after that bell rings and the referee raises Nocturnal’s hand all bets would be off. Nocturnal might just have a little conversation with a certain friend and bring God’s Revolver out of retirement. Now that would be fun; not so much for Robert or to be honest the people that would have to clean the ring after the match or even the front row of the crowd when Robert projectile vomits over most of them and those he misses get hit with the explosive shits.
The sun broke through the gathering clouds bathing the park in its warming rays. The light felt good on his face, but it didn’t do anything to melt the icy chill he still felt inside.
Nocturnal couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this no matter how uncomfortable how it would make Jesse Styles feel when he regained the NEW World Heavyweight Championship around his waist one day soon. He loved winding the hell out of him. Jesse was obviously insane – trying to get in Nocturnal’s face was ridiculous. Why would someone want to do that? But letting Defiance get away with what they did in that main event obviously meant they had some kind of control over him as why’d he let Johnny Stylez versus Roger Wright be their next pay per view main event.
Summer jumped from the swing and headed toward him. “Daddy, will you come and play with me?” Summer asked, head tilted to one side.
The child was striking, with curly, black hair and deep, soulful eyes. She wore baggy little jeans and a pink cardigan sweater with a white Blair Buchanon t-shirt underneath.
“Not right now, Summer,” he said. “Why did your mother dress you in that t-shirt?”
“Blair is so pretty isn’t she?” Summer said. “Not as pretty as Aunty Emily or Mummy but I can fix that Daddy; can I rip her face off?”
“No, not just now,” he said proudly. “Got a……..got a lot of thinking’ to do. Why don’t you go play on the slide?”
The child didn’t listen. Instead, she crawled up onto the picnic table and sat beside Nocturnal.
“Go on,” said Nocturnal to the little girl, “Go play. Daddy’s thinking.”
She moved closer to her father, pressing her face against his arm. “I’ll think too,” she said.
He looked down at Summer and thought of what he would have to do to keep her safe. Robert was supposedly the comedic relief one in this promotion, the guy that would help with getting the fans into the seats with his wanton supply of innuendo’s and dick jokes.
Nocturnal knew what that felt like when he had been that guy. He knew it all so well but the difference was that he had Jesse Styles gunning for him also. Jesse had made it open season on him as he would want anyone except Nocturnal to be representing his company. He had painted a target on Nocturnal’s back, putting some kind of bounty on the Sadistic Bastard’s head; or so he thought.
The belt that Roger had was tarnished in Nocturnal mind. No one had held said title without it causing some kind of trouble for the holder including him and that needed to end. It needed to be finished so as to give what was once the most prestigious title in this industry the dignity it truly needed. And Roger as the champion now that was not the way it should go. With his self-righteous ways and his boring personality he doesn’t deserve to be that person. Nocturnal would definitely zero on him if he ever got the chance but he wasn’t the priority at the moment. He needed a strategy of sorts instead of just an old fashion house invasion and taking hostage of his family. How times have changed.
He smirked as he was looking around the playground. It was empty; the last group of kids had left with their parents a little while ago.
Nocturnal got down from the table and faced his daughter. His hand went into his jacket pocket again.
Summer smiled sweetly at him, which was even more scary for Nocturnal to see.
“You done thinking, Daddy?” she asked. “Me too. What did you think about?”
“I’m thinking about what it will be like when I’m not wrestling anymore,” he said. “What will we do?”
Summer rattled on, “But you love your wrestling, Daddy…..Will we see Rooo here in Las Vegas?” She smiled and Nocturnal’s heart began to melt. Whatever he had planned had been blown away with that smile.
“Would you like that? It would be fun to catch up with her again monkey,” he said as he took her small hand in his and helped her down from the picnic table. “I’ll see what I can do for you.”
Summer began to swing on Nocturnal’s massive arm, making whooping sounds and scratching her armpit. “Look at me, Daddy,” she said, walking in a crouch. “I’m a monkey Daddy. Why wouldn’t mommy want to see me? Monkeys are lovely, aren’t they?”
Nocturnal chuckled as he looked down at the angelic face of Summer, the only thing that kept him grounded. “Yeah,” he answered, “I guess monkeys are all right.” When had he turned from being the Sadistic Bastard that ran rampant with the rest of his family dishing out violence left, right and centre to this quiet, family man? Had Summer been the best influence on him?
They were walking across the playground toward an exit behind a softball diamond. An ice cream truck was parked outside.
“What do you think?” he asked her. “Do monkeys like chocolate or vanilla?”
She looked up and gave him that smile again. He didn’t feel quite so cold anymore.
“Vanilla!” she shrieked. She let go of his hand and began running towards the softball field.
Nocturnal watched his daughter run and began to think
Nocturnal had watched Robert’s match that he had with Nocturnal’s former tag partner Seth Iser and had witnessed how close and phenomenal that had been. That had been one of the hardest fought matches in New Edge Wrestling’s history. Both had proven to the world that they were great wrestlers Seth wasn’t quite up to the standards that Nocturnal was but it was such an intriguing match for fans of wrestling.
New Edge Wrestling needed to regain the stability that it had on its return but it seemed to have lost its shine since the gangs had started to run the asylum but now that was about to change and Nocturnal was the reason.
“Hey, Summer, wait up,” he called to her as he stopped in front of an overflowing trash barrel.
“Good call back there, Alexander,” a voice said softly from behind him.
But the playground had been empty. He had made certain of that. Nocturnal turned quickly to see her sat on the merry go round.
It was Aurora Deadwood.
This can’t be possible. She can’t be here. She looked beautiful not covered in the face paint that he had usually seen her in.
A sexy smile crossed her lips as she looked at Nocturnal directly in the eyes. Her eyes seemed to drill into his very soul.
Nocturnal looked around at Summer to see if she was watching this apparition of loveliness; the woman he had really loved but had betrayed his trust.
“Yo….You..You are not the real Aurora,” he spluttered at her.
“I know honey, I can’t visit you my love?” she responded as she leaned forward and put a hand on his knee. He felt the touch as he looked down at her beautifully manicured hand.
“I should have sensed you when my medication was working its way out of my system………” he muttered.
Her lips parted revealing her white teeth as she spoke to Nocturnal, “Your Spidey senses are okay. I am the Aurora that you carry around inside you. You know that. It’s the tumour in your head pushing against the tissue of your brain that if free of the cancerous infection. I am not really here but that is why I continue to be with you when I’m not Alex, much like the last time you had it. You fought it but it came back.”
“They said I’d have side effects from this medication,” he said. “But being haunted by you is unacceptable.”
Aurora laughed, “A ghost? Really? Shouldn’t you be getting ready for your big match this week? You are out here playing happy families with little Summer instead of being in the gym like the rest of the roster probably is? You remember I used to run with him and I know what he’s like. Now that he’s got Tha Joka and Pugh backing him up he could be unstoppable.”
“Unstoppable?” Nocturnal laughed. “That punk will blow up within minutes of us getting into that ring. You know as well as I do that that it’s going to be all about the violence. We all know that I am an anomaly and that I will leave it all in the ring. And talking about Joka, how’d he end up last time we faced each other? A freaking loser that’s where.”
“But can you beat him?” Aurora asked. “You know that is what people are talking about.”
Nocturnal cupped her hand and gazed at her. “I’m going to rip his face off of his bloody skull and then I’m going to skull fuck him back to that locker room he has got. He needs to understand one thing, I am Nocturnal. I will not let that fucker get in my way. Robert is taking food off of the table of our little girl. Do you think I will not be able to beat him?”
“I didn’t,” she started. “I mean…..I didn’t mean to sound that way. But I am only a side effect of your medication Alexander, so I must be buried deep within your psyche. You must be thinking these thoughts within your head.”
His head dropped, his dreadlocks covered his face. A tear rolled down his left cheek.
“I know, I know,” Nocturnal said. “He has beaten me in tag matches but we have never fought in a singles match. This has more on the line than the other matches I’ve had since I’ve returned…………..”
Aurora interrupted him, “More? More? No, you don’t need to convince me. I know what you are like Alexander. I was in SIX with you, I was in Cirque du Mortis with you, and I was in the cRu with you, Mischief with you, Unstable with you. We were as close as angels but you need to get over yourself. You and Bobby Backdoor will destroy each other like a poison in the wound festering for the world to see.”
“I know,” he said. ”But I need to do it.”
“What?” she asked.
“I know what I’m capable of,” Nocturnal said. “I also know what others in this company are capable of. Jesse stole my GWA World Heavyweight Championship belt from me years ago and I will never forgive him especially as he pushed me face first into a tank of live scorpions to steal it from my grasp. As they stung my neck and face repeatedly I vowed revenge and this is just the beginning of said revenge. Johnny will always be my arch-nemesis, my Batman to Joker, my Professor Xavier to Magneto, and my Van Helsing to Dracula. We will fight forever Aurora. As for Pugh, did you not see what he did to Emily before? Wait, you are my imagination so you already know what I know.”
“I saw. I know,” she said. “Did she bring it on herself? Did you not protect her? I don’t know.”
“Really?” he asked with a shocked look on his face. “I know I still love you and that’s what hurts me the most.”
Aurora smirked and a wrinkle crossed her nose for a split second, “I know.”
Nocturnal leaned forward and one corner of his mouth twitched up as he studied Aurora’s face. It looked different without the face paint she wore to her matches. It was beautifully framed by her hair.
Nocturnal could barely move his legs, but he forced himself to turn and walk stiffly away from the overflowing trash can and the apparition on the merry-go-round. He headed in the direction of his daughter, who waited impatiently at the softball diamond.
“Come on, Dad,” he heard her yell, gesturing for him to hurry.
“Don’t let her down Alexander like you let me down,” Aurora said. ”Don’t do it.”
Nocturnal whipped around, face flushed with anger but she was gone.
Summer called to him again. She was afraid that the ice cream man was going to leave if he didn’t hurry.
“I’m coming monkey,” he said.
Everyone carries their own demons. We’re not talking about scaly, pitchfork tailed and goat feet demons; Demons of things that they have done in the past and things that they should have done; Sins so powerful or hurtful that way a person down so much that they cannot carry on without breaking others in their wake.
My demons were established a long time ago when my sister came into this world. My sister wasn’t born without trouble. She had nearly killed our mother in child birth and that had driven our father to drink or so we thought. Our father had always been a man that you didn’t want to get in the way of; especially when he had been drinking. On the fateful day when our father had overstepped the mark and had started to beat down on our mother that had been the catalyst for what would become known as the Koresh clan. We had been a normal family that lived in a farmstead out on the outskirts of Abilene, Texas till then. But then the shit hit the proverbial fan. Now the family had grown to accommodate all of it.
Robert Backdoor had probably grown up as a normal young man in that place he called home, as a boy the only decision he had to do was probably to have to choose between supporting which team to support in baseball or basketball which seemed like an idyllic childhood when you compare it to my years of violence and brutality. Where one had used the travesty that had affected him internally concentrating on his wrestling career to become the best that he could be with his limited background and the other namely me just used it to bring violence to all that stood in my path.
When Robert had been circling me before when we were here before when he was in Phoenix and had been a nail in my ass. Him and Tha Joka had the most repulsive of all relationship in their frailty as they had their exchanges with Unstable. How quaint that their back together again, all we need now is for them to put a ring on each other. Anyway how’d Tha Joka’s only single match go with me? Oh wait, after the utter freakin’ destruction that the two of us did to each other it was him that was looking up at the lights for the three count.
You bring your people to the match and mine will be there too. My freaks will surround that ring Robert, their shrill mocking laughter like vicious birds tearing into your soul from all sides my friend. Terrible unnatural faces which are distorted by the cruelty people like you have put on them will be there to keep you in check.
So this was how it was going to happen. One moment on top of the world and next moment they had tried to steal my thunder. Last Ignite turned out to be in my favour but it came with a tainted feel to it. The show should have ended with me standing triumphant within the confines of the squared circle with my arm held high holding the New Edge Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship belt aloft triumphantly smiling like some kind of intoxicated super hero.
But no……..No, they’d given that shot to someone else. This plan isn’t working is it.
Planned? That comes across in my mind that I was always destined to win that belt for the second time and put the company on my shoulders against those peons trying to take the company that I am representing away from me. Do they think that I will rush to Jesse Style’s defence?
Oh that would be quite quaint. Has anyone ever done that for him? Do you think that Nocturnal would stand up for a figure of authority in the wrestling promotion that he holds the World Heavyweight Championship for? Did I stand up for Joey Falcone or Robert Riot when I held their World Championship strap? Hell, not even AJ Johnson would have trusted me with his company even though I’ve still got the DWF World Championship title.
So plans need to be made, mischief needs to be brought. I think it’s time to open the rolodex and bring in those that I trust. And they will bring a fitting end to those that stand in our path.
Some say that human nature is their just to fear what you do not understand. Menace in its presence and mystify it to the masses. I am this face of fear within the ranks of New Edge Wrestling. Some have said that I bring an uneasy chill to the air. Over the years my actions have fractured the psyche of all those that stand toe to toe with me.
That is like this Robert Backdoor that I have been saddled with to give them their time in the spotlight. Robert you have become spellbound by the words of Ryan Pugh to form a sycophantic field of muscle around his cowardly self.
I, myself have spread chilling words through some kind of cryptic prose as a way of confusing those that stood in my path and you will be not let off of that path you have chosen.
People had tried to saddle me with their fake faith over the years. Yes, that is what it is. I have had everyone from the Holy Roller to Father Rodrigo Ramon Rojas to Father Nathan trying to peddle me that pathetic excuse of a religion on me.
Why do people buy into this bull shit? It is all about a group of old child molesters living in their Churches in the Vatican trying to hang onto the power that they have garnered over the centuries in an attempt to keep their money. Money is what it is all about, not faith. And that is why Jesse Styles won’t let me get my hands on what I want until it will make him loads of money.
Money seems to be in numbers these days. Gangs have been springing up all over the place since the company has been back but none of them have amounted to anything as they live in the shadow of what came before. They will never be as controversial as the cRu, as creepy as Phoenix, as deranged as Unstable or even as beautiful as La Dolce Vita but those were different times.
Anyway the thoughts in my head digress don’t they? Probably too many chair shots to the noggin is my prognosis but what would I know as I ain’t a freakin’ doctor am I? What’s going through that head of yours Robert? How’s it feel to be just comedy relief in your little group? You know Pugh will dump your ass as soon as you show any attempt to outdo the bearded one? One too many dick jokes may send him over the edge; you know he’s side eying your every move don’t you?
Didn’t you know Robert that society has become this vile and putrid thing that we’re all a part of. You do as you are told, so says your mother, then your boss and then your wife. You see what they want you to see and you feel whatever it is they want you to feel but as you are aware Robert, I am different. Where you see a freakin’ blank canvas, I see such a beautiful painting. And where you hear silence, I hear some sort of symphony. I am the Icon of Darkness, the Sadistic Bastard, the World Eater, Nocturnal. And you, you may call me by whatever name you see fit but know this it will not matter when you are starring up at the ceiling.
Don’t let the fans porcelain smiles fool you, they will betray you before moving onto whatever is the next talent in the squared circle. Right now, I just want it to come out and play. How about it, Robert? I know you're listening to my thoughts. I like that you think stand a chance against all this, oh I like that. You don't even realize it but me and you having been heading this way since the last incarnation of New Edge Wrestling. My question to you: How can you be 100-percent sure that it won't be you? You want to see fun, Robert? You want me to have a good time? Nocturnal can do funny too. This is my world and it belongs to me.
Las Vegas
“Look, Daddy!” Summer shrieked happily from the playground swing. “Look how high I can go!” The adopted daughter of the wrestler formerly known as Alexander Koresh pumped with her legs, making herself swing faster and higher. “Daddy!”
Nocturnal sat on top of a weather-worn picnic table a short distant away with his back to his daughter. She called his name again and this time he finally turned to look at her. She was swinging up a storm, letting go to one of the swing’s chains for a moment to wave wildly at her father. He was hung over from his little party time last night with the people of Las Vegas. Alcohol and his medication didn’t mix well he knew but he was Nocturnal. He had seen Aurora but that hadn’t gone well but he digresses. The company had got the guys to come here early so as to do some press stuff to promote their upcoming Ignite coming from one of the places on the Las Vegas Strip.
Nocturnal acknowledged with a half-hearted wave his daughter. He then returned to thoughts of beating Robert Backdoor and then moving onto get his chance to get hold of the NEW X-Core Championship belt. He needed to get that little gold strap around his waist so he could cement Summer’s future. If and when Nocturnal wasn’t around to keep an eye on her she would need some kind of guardian and that person wouldn’t do it for the love of it. No, they needed some kind of dowry. And the best way to do that is to get that gold strap back and get the big matches.
He had had problems with a lot of the people on the roster but Robert Backdoor was the one that counted this week. The idea of the two of them stepping in the ring and fighting each of like two Kaiju fighting through Tokyo destroying buildings either side of them with swipes of their tails was going to be amazing for those in attendance plus those tuning in from their homes.
What did Nocturnal have to bring to get close to beating Robert Backdoor as this was their first one on one encounter?
Confidence?
Check!
Technical skills?
Check!
Violence?
Oh double check!
The day had become slightly overcast, greyish clouds attempting to obscure the warming rays of the sun. Nocturnal shuddered an icy chill running up and down the length of his spine. He blamed it on the weather, but in fact he had felt cold ever since Alan Envy had had jumped him like a cowardly turd for his Master.
These days he had to think of more than himself when it came to his wrestling career. Back in the days he would destroy all before him without even a second thought of what was happening in his wake, of those that he hurt in his travels to greatness but now with his limited time left he needed to think about his legacy.
Could he leave his sister to look after Summer when he was gone from this world? Damn. She couldn’t look after herself let alone a young girl like Summer. He would need to speak to Aurora. He would need to clear things up with her so as to make things right with her. Both had said hurtful things to each other in the past few months but he needed to put a line under it; For Summer’s fate.
Nocturnal watched Summer. She was giggling, tossing back her head of black curls as she swung. He had never taken the time to notice how beautiful his adopted child was until today. She was like Emily; she was full of life and innocence. She was pure. He was glad Aurora had talked him out of stretching her neck and just dumping her.
When she had first come into his life she had been very shy and quiet but now there was no shutting her up. She wanted to know his favourite colour, what foods he liked and disliked. She was worthy of the acquisition to his life.
Nocturnal’s hand went to his jacket pocket. He wanted to make sure the thing he had given his dead wife had not accidentally fallen out. The pocket felt warm to his touch. Had the item been warm like that when he had first got it back? He couldn’t remember. He tried to picture the moment in his head. It had been such a long time ago but it was still fresh as anything.
The technician at the mortuary had carefully removed it from the box. It was swathed in plastic bubble wrap. He had slid it across the table toward Nocturnal. He had peeled away the plastic to look at it. The thing was sentimental to him; he had given it to Lyre on their wedding day. The last time he had spoken to her alive was when he was getting ready for a match back in the old company with that asshole from his past Matthew Slater. How fate has spoken to him again. And where’s Matthew these days? Probably wallowing in self-pity in some bed-sit in the UK right? It’s funny how the mighty have fallen; he was on top of New Edge Wrestling for a while before he was disillusioned with the way he was heading and ended up taking his ball home. I wonder how that worked out for him in the long run.
What would have Lyre thought of Summer? Would she have embraced her like Nocturnal had? She was supposedly the love of his life. The sister of his SIX compadre Adam Champion had been there for him when he came into this business but was no longer with him. He had subconsciously blamed Matthew for the death of his wife, their unborn child and his son Nathaniel but had never brought about a fitting revenge on him that felt like closure. Yes, he had taken his NEW World Tag Championships off of him and his German comrade in arms but that wasn’t enough. No, he had needed to do something that would have the British born wrestler questioning his sanity, his reality in life itself but he was out of the business these days. He was the one that had been left needing more but that was the past and Robert Backdoor was the future.
Robert wasn’t known for his tactical prowess in the ring but could he live through the violence? With him being one of the greatest NEW Youngblood Champions of all time even though in some peoples mind that was when the division was at its weakest and the enhancement talent that they threw at him wasn’t up to scratch and then he was tagging with Tha Joka so he has proven to the world he has the side of him that could unlock the violence tendencies needed to progress in this match with someone of Nocturnal’s sadistic side. Nocturnal had been known to put his own body on the line just to make a point so Robert had to bring his “A” game this week.
Nocturnal himself would be bring his “A” game as he wanted to regain what he classed as his property by any means necessary. His reputation was everything. He will rend flesh but the difference between him and Robert was that Nocturnal got off on it. This was going to be by far the most intense matches one the Las Vegas card, it’ll be as dark as it should be.
With Jesse Styles continuing to hide behind his lackeys and then throwing a one liner at every turn to whatever whim he wanted was going to be frustrating for both of the competitors but on paper it suited Robert more than Nocturnal as he had lackeys like Pugh and Tha Joka to back him up not the other way round so Nocturnal would have to hold himself in check and not attack Pugh and Tha Joka at ringside. But after that bell rings and the referee raises Nocturnal’s hand all bets would be off. Nocturnal might just have a little conversation with a certain friend and bring God’s Revolver out of retirement. Now that would be fun; not so much for Robert or to be honest the people that would have to clean the ring after the match or even the front row of the crowd when Robert projectile vomits over most of them and those he misses get hit with the explosive shits.
The sun broke through the gathering clouds bathing the park in its warming rays. The light felt good on his face, but it didn’t do anything to melt the icy chill he still felt inside.
Nocturnal couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this no matter how uncomfortable how it would make Jesse Styles feel when he regained the NEW World Heavyweight Championship around his waist one day soon. He loved winding the hell out of him. Jesse was obviously insane – trying to get in Nocturnal’s face was ridiculous. Why would someone want to do that? But letting Defiance get away with what they did in that main event obviously meant they had some kind of control over him as why’d he let Johnny Stylez versus Roger Wright be their next pay per view main event.
Summer jumped from the swing and headed toward him. “Daddy, will you come and play with me?” Summer asked, head tilted to one side.
The child was striking, with curly, black hair and deep, soulful eyes. She wore baggy little jeans and a pink cardigan sweater with a white Blair Buchanon t-shirt underneath.
“Not right now, Summer,” he said. “Why did your mother dress you in that t-shirt?”
“Blair is so pretty isn’t she?” Summer said. “Not as pretty as Aunty Emily or Mummy but I can fix that Daddy; can I rip her face off?”
“No, not just now,” he said proudly. “Got a……..got a lot of thinking’ to do. Why don’t you go play on the slide?”
The child didn’t listen. Instead, she crawled up onto the picnic table and sat beside Nocturnal.
“Go on,” said Nocturnal to the little girl, “Go play. Daddy’s thinking.”
She moved closer to her father, pressing her face against his arm. “I’ll think too,” she said.
He looked down at Summer and thought of what he would have to do to keep her safe. Robert was supposedly the comedic relief one in this promotion, the guy that would help with getting the fans into the seats with his wanton supply of innuendo’s and dick jokes.
Nocturnal knew what that felt like when he had been that guy. He knew it all so well but the difference was that he had Jesse Styles gunning for him also. Jesse had made it open season on him as he would want anyone except Nocturnal to be representing his company. He had painted a target on Nocturnal’s back, putting some kind of bounty on the Sadistic Bastard’s head; or so he thought.
The belt that Roger had was tarnished in Nocturnal mind. No one had held said title without it causing some kind of trouble for the holder including him and that needed to end. It needed to be finished so as to give what was once the most prestigious title in this industry the dignity it truly needed. And Roger as the champion now that was not the way it should go. With his self-righteous ways and his boring personality he doesn’t deserve to be that person. Nocturnal would definitely zero on him if he ever got the chance but he wasn’t the priority at the moment. He needed a strategy of sorts instead of just an old fashion house invasion and taking hostage of his family. How times have changed.
He smirked as he was looking around the playground. It was empty; the last group of kids had left with their parents a little while ago.
Nocturnal got down from the table and faced his daughter. His hand went into his jacket pocket again.
Summer smiled sweetly at him, which was even more scary for Nocturnal to see.
“You done thinking, Daddy?” she asked. “Me too. What did you think about?”
“I’m thinking about what it will be like when I’m not wrestling anymore,” he said. “What will we do?”
Summer rattled on, “But you love your wrestling, Daddy…..Will we see Rooo here in Las Vegas?” She smiled and Nocturnal’s heart began to melt. Whatever he had planned had been blown away with that smile.
“Would you like that? It would be fun to catch up with her again monkey,” he said as he took her small hand in his and helped her down from the picnic table. “I’ll see what I can do for you.”
Summer began to swing on Nocturnal’s massive arm, making whooping sounds and scratching her armpit. “Look at me, Daddy,” she said, walking in a crouch. “I’m a monkey Daddy. Why wouldn’t mommy want to see me? Monkeys are lovely, aren’t they?”
Nocturnal chuckled as he looked down at the angelic face of Summer, the only thing that kept him grounded. “Yeah,” he answered, “I guess monkeys are all right.” When had he turned from being the Sadistic Bastard that ran rampant with the rest of his family dishing out violence left, right and centre to this quiet, family man? Had Summer been the best influence on him?
They were walking across the playground toward an exit behind a softball diamond. An ice cream truck was parked outside.
“What do you think?” he asked her. “Do monkeys like chocolate or vanilla?”
She looked up and gave him that smile again. He didn’t feel quite so cold anymore.
“Vanilla!” she shrieked. She let go of his hand and began running towards the softball field.
Nocturnal watched his daughter run and began to think
Nocturnal had watched Robert’s match that he had with Nocturnal’s former tag partner Seth Iser and had witnessed how close and phenomenal that had been. That had been one of the hardest fought matches in New Edge Wrestling’s history. Both had proven to the world that they were great wrestlers Seth wasn’t quite up to the standards that Nocturnal was but it was such an intriguing match for fans of wrestling.
New Edge Wrestling needed to regain the stability that it had on its return but it seemed to have lost its shine since the gangs had started to run the asylum but now that was about to change and Nocturnal was the reason.
“Hey, Summer, wait up,” he called to her as he stopped in front of an overflowing trash barrel.
“Good call back there, Alexander,” a voice said softly from behind him.
But the playground had been empty. He had made certain of that. Nocturnal turned quickly to see her sat on the merry go round.
It was Aurora Deadwood.
This can’t be possible. She can’t be here. She looked beautiful not covered in the face paint that he had usually seen her in.
A sexy smile crossed her lips as she looked at Nocturnal directly in the eyes. Her eyes seemed to drill into his very soul.
Nocturnal looked around at Summer to see if she was watching this apparition of loveliness; the woman he had really loved but had betrayed his trust.
“Yo….You..You are not the real Aurora,” he spluttered at her.
“I know honey, I can’t visit you my love?” she responded as she leaned forward and put a hand on his knee. He felt the touch as he looked down at her beautifully manicured hand.
“I should have sensed you when my medication was working its way out of my system………” he muttered.
Her lips parted revealing her white teeth as she spoke to Nocturnal, “Your Spidey senses are okay. I am the Aurora that you carry around inside you. You know that. It’s the tumour in your head pushing against the tissue of your brain that if free of the cancerous infection. I am not really here but that is why I continue to be with you when I’m not Alex, much like the last time you had it. You fought it but it came back.”
“They said I’d have side effects from this medication,” he said. “But being haunted by you is unacceptable.”
Aurora laughed, “A ghost? Really? Shouldn’t you be getting ready for your big match this week? You are out here playing happy families with little Summer instead of being in the gym like the rest of the roster probably is? You remember I used to run with him and I know what he’s like. Now that he’s got Tha Joka and Pugh backing him up he could be unstoppable.”
“Unstoppable?” Nocturnal laughed. “That punk will blow up within minutes of us getting into that ring. You know as well as I do that that it’s going to be all about the violence. We all know that I am an anomaly and that I will leave it all in the ring. And talking about Joka, how’d he end up last time we faced each other? A freaking loser that’s where.”
“But can you beat him?” Aurora asked. “You know that is what people are talking about.”
Nocturnal cupped her hand and gazed at her. “I’m going to rip his face off of his bloody skull and then I’m going to skull fuck him back to that locker room he has got. He needs to understand one thing, I am Nocturnal. I will not let that fucker get in my way. Robert is taking food off of the table of our little girl. Do you think I will not be able to beat him?”
“I didn’t,” she started. “I mean…..I didn’t mean to sound that way. But I am only a side effect of your medication Alexander, so I must be buried deep within your psyche. You must be thinking these thoughts within your head.”
His head dropped, his dreadlocks covered his face. A tear rolled down his left cheek.
“I know, I know,” Nocturnal said. “He has beaten me in tag matches but we have never fought in a singles match. This has more on the line than the other matches I’ve had since I’ve returned…………..”
Aurora interrupted him, “More? More? No, you don’t need to convince me. I know what you are like Alexander. I was in SIX with you, I was in Cirque du Mortis with you, and I was in the cRu with you, Mischief with you, Unstable with you. We were as close as angels but you need to get over yourself. You and Bobby Backdoor will destroy each other like a poison in the wound festering for the world to see.”
“I know,” he said. ”But I need to do it.”
“What?” she asked.
“I know what I’m capable of,” Nocturnal said. “I also know what others in this company are capable of. Jesse stole my GWA World Heavyweight Championship belt from me years ago and I will never forgive him especially as he pushed me face first into a tank of live scorpions to steal it from my grasp. As they stung my neck and face repeatedly I vowed revenge and this is just the beginning of said revenge. Johnny will always be my arch-nemesis, my Batman to Joker, my Professor Xavier to Magneto, and my Van Helsing to Dracula. We will fight forever Aurora. As for Pugh, did you not see what he did to Emily before? Wait, you are my imagination so you already know what I know.”
“I saw. I know,” she said. “Did she bring it on herself? Did you not protect her? I don’t know.”
“Really?” he asked with a shocked look on his face. “I know I still love you and that’s what hurts me the most.”
Aurora smirked and a wrinkle crossed her nose for a split second, “I know.”
Nocturnal leaned forward and one corner of his mouth twitched up as he studied Aurora’s face. It looked different without the face paint she wore to her matches. It was beautifully framed by her hair.
Nocturnal could barely move his legs, but he forced himself to turn and walk stiffly away from the overflowing trash can and the apparition on the merry-go-round. He headed in the direction of his daughter, who waited impatiently at the softball diamond.
“Come on, Dad,” he heard her yell, gesturing for him to hurry.
“Don’t let her down Alexander like you let me down,” Aurora said. ”Don’t do it.”
Nocturnal whipped around, face flushed with anger but she was gone.
Summer called to him again. She was afraid that the ice cream man was going to leave if he didn’t hurry.
“I’m coming monkey,” he said.