Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2013 20:41:26 GMT -6
CHAPTER 23: MISSION FORWARD TO THE FUTURE IMPOSSIBLE
A rare beautiful day in the future, the sun shining, the temperatures low, a cool breeze coming out of the north, and the young man couldn’t help himself but take a walk. It wasn’t often under the harsh conditions of the changed atmosphere that people could get out and enjoy the fresh air of the world. Typically the heat, the ultraviolet rays, and the sheer lack of humidity in the air made surface or travel outside not easy. But every so often, the temps dropped into the 80’s and people came out of the woodwork to enjoy the fresh air.
Tucked under his right arm the young man clutched Colt’s book as he took a seat under a barren dead tree, the shade feeling good. Opening the book, the young man sat back and dug in for the next chapter.
Let me preface this by saying, some people can’t let things go, can’t move on from their past, all the while dying and losing who they wish they were in their quest for the destruction of another. No one represented this more than Hunter Valentyne. His pure jealousy, his disdain for those that were clearly better than him made him weak. Like most people who are filled with jealousy, they focus on the failures of others, and not the lack of successes of themselves.
Think about the people around you, your closest friends, and you will realize you have one just like Hunter. You do something great, and they claim something they did was better, always trying to one up you, out do you, thinking everything is a competition. Well in the world of wrestling, it is a competition, and to a degree Hunter is able to hide behind this huge flaw in who he is.
Hunter took the time to no doubt realize that I have not beaten anyone like him in the past, and well, it's true. Not because of my choice, but because lets be realistic, everyone in the NEW is intimidated by me. Hence my rise to the World Title, something he has spent countless years supposedly trying to achieve, and I accomplished in mere months. He would claim it was because he has not received a fair shake, Yet anyone with half a brain is able to see the reality, never the more evidenced by his multitude of firings.
Sure if you believed what Hunter told you, it was because the ownership couldn’t handle him, but I know the truth, and now you will too. Hunter couldn’t stand the idea of losing, and when he knew the loss was coming, he couldn’t quit, that would make him look weak. So like any asshole, he would do what was required to get himself fired, and then stay gone for weeks and months, but he always came back, thinking he was stronger, faster, and better, only to end up at the same end.
But let me play Devil’s advocate for a moment. Sure some of the firings may have been legit, not orchestrated by Hunter, but two are so blatant, that only a moron would miss them. First was the match with Roger Wright, the match that everyone in the world new as going to go Roger’s way. Now I wasn’t in the NEW at the time, but I have watched the video’s, seen both men in the ring at the time, and Hunter was like an ant trying to tackle a human, he stood no chance, and a mere week before the match, Hunter was fired.
Now that may not be enough evidence, and I can understand that feeling, so allow me to elaborate another example. Upon his return, Hunter went to work trying to justify himself against a man named Matt Slater, a man he again stood no chance against. Slater was in the same bracket as Roger, a man on the rise, talent overwhelming, and again I have seen the videos. The moments grew close when Hunter would have to put his money where his mouth was, and low and behold, Hunter again got fired. Now I believe that some things can happen in coincidence, but this, it’s to eerily similar to not be an act of cowardice.
Don’t get me wrong, going into my match with Hunter, there was no expectation that the man would run away and get himself fired. Why should he? Look there is nothing for him to lose in this match, hell if you ask him probably nothing to gain, and therein lies the problem with Hunter Valentyne and the way he looks at things. He beats me, and what happens? He beats another supposed nobody, a man who has nothing, has just been lucky, and like a great Division 1 football team beating a division 3 team, it does nothing for his legacy.
Yet if he loses, he will claim he was screwed, or simply he didn’t feel good, and don’t think he hasn’t done it before. But the reality, the thing he doesn’t realize, is that a win against him by me, is a validation of me, and a damnation of Hunter. Whether he realizes it or not, his legacy is on the line, and the beginning of his destruction will begin on Ignite at my hands. That said, all things aside, the man….or should I say…mythkiller…yeah that’s his nickname, let that sink in for a moment. A man who has no myth himself, other than his ability to not hold down a wrestling contract for any extended period of time, is a killer of myths. That week he got to put up or shut up.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, there is more though, that wasn’t the end. So apparently, and now I am not all too hip on the idea of time travel, but there was this lame ass movie made in the 1980’s or 90’s called Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure. Now in this movie there is a phone booth, a phone booth controlled by, get this, George Carlin. In this phone booth, you dial the date in time, and you go there. Well apparently, and I say that sarcastically, you know what roll your eyes as you read this next sentence. Well apparently that shit is real and wasn’t a movie.
Over the course of the last three years, Johhny Stylez and Hunter have used this damn booth to travel time. Yeah, the movie is about two guys who are, well not the smartest men in the world, like Johnny and Hunter, who travel in time. Now sure Johnny and Hunter had the whole drug thing going on their side, unlock the guys in the movie, and now I’m not knocking drugs, people do them all the time. But just how much can you really believe of a man about his experiences when he is high and can’t even think straight? Just think about it for a moment.
Really got the full effect of what I was trying to say there didn’t you? Enough of that though, let’s move off with the absurdity of shit that is Hunter Valentyne. So according to what people have told me, Hunter went into the future, found you trapped in a room, not unlike the room you were trapped in, and then decided to take the book you are currently reading away from you. This making any sense? Didn’t think so, because if that shit actually happened don’t you think your life would be different right now? That you wouldn’t be sitting somewhere, or hell maybe standing and reading this shit? If the question I just asked you made sense and you agree with it, then you are a smart one, something that Hunter clearly is not.
Apparently on this mystical voyage into the future, Hunter Valentyne used the resources of President Roger Wright to find you in that house. SOOOOO, he went to a friend of mine, an enemy of his, and that man did him a favor. Think about that for a moment, just really think about it, he supposedly went in time and got the man who hates him more than anyone else on this planet to help him. Let me put that into perspective. That would be like someone breaking into your house, and you walk in on them, you have the drop on them, you disarm them, and then proceed to load up their car with all your shit and wave them on their way. Just let that sink in for a moment.
Knowing all of what you just learned, let me ask you a question. How in the hell can anyone believe a damn thing that Hunter has to say? Answer, not a single person in this industry, in this world takes the man seriously. Truth be told, half the time when he talks, no one is even listening. What you will find, if you haven’t to this point in your life, there are people who just talk, they spew nonsense, and hope that someone will listen to them. Then when that person listens, they feel validated, even if that person can’t speak, can’t tell them they are wrong, because the mute with no hands listened, Hunter will think he was right.
But enough talking about Hunter and the things he said about me, or the accomplishments he claimed to achieve, like time travel, time travel, Jesus he claimed to achieve time travel. Maybe the man shouldn’t be in a wrestling ring, but a fucking looney bin, especially if you go back and hear some of the other shit he claims. This dude has actually taken a journey into the vagina of a woman, and I don’t mean in the way of putting his dick inside. I’m talking Jules Verne and Journey to the center of the earth type of shit.
Ok…ok…I’ll stop now. It’s just amazing to me that anyone can even believe a word this man says. Moreover is the fact that anyone even takes this fucking moron seriously. But alas, he did go into the future, and I had to do something about it. So like any man who has a legacy that may be destroyed, my goal was set, and the future was the destination.
Hopping on my skateboard, I got going toward the local mall. There waiting was Doctor Emerick Black. People say he was kind of crazy, but then anyone that has discovered the way to travel time, he was eccentric. Arriving to the mall, my shock was paramount when I found that he was pulling a Delorean out of the back of a truck. Sure suspicion was high, but this was the best opportunity to fix the things that Hunter did and well, I had no other choice.
“Colty, am I glad to see you. This might be the greatest achievement that man has ever accomplished. Grab the camera and film this.” Like a dork, I snatched the camera off the back of the trailer and went to work filming. “I am Doctor Emmerich Black, and before you is the first ever time machine.” He was apparently wrong, but I didn’t have the heart to tell him.
“Today you will bear witness to a monumental undertaking. I will travel forward in time, and return with something proving my journey. Wait…No, they found me already.” A look of shock overcame the Doctor’s face as a van pulled into the parking lot. “They found me, I don’t know how, but they found me.” Running around all paranoid, Black ducked behind the truck just as gunshots rang out. Instantly I jumped into the Delorean and shifted that bitch into gear.
Gunshots rang out as I gunned the engine and took off, the speedometer ever climbing. From behind the van was gaining, but slowly the speed of the Delorean grew, and then electricity lit up everything around me. Suddenly the world went black and boom, it came back, but no longer was I in a mall parking lot. Around me everywhere was desolate buildings and dirt covered concrete. Pulling the break, the car spun and showed that the van was no longer behind me. Slamming against the windshield was a paper, stating that Roger Wright had just took his second Oath of office.
Realizing what this meant, I got to work. Look long story short, I found the house after talking to Roger Wright. Hunter and Johnny had just left, and then I snuck into the basement while you were sleeping, and removed the book Hunter had put in the place of my memoirs, and replaced it with a copy of my memoirs that Roger had in his possession. You probably don’t remember, but it was pretty sweet, you didn’t even wake up, it was some mission impossible shit.
Ok check it, I was on this wire and harness, Roger holding the rope that held the whole set up as I dangled above the table. Now shit got intense, because you were sleeping on the floor right below me, and the sweat was building on me. The beads began to build up on my forehead, but I caught the sweat before hit landed on you, surely waking you up if it had. Never the less, the swap was made and Roger pulled me up. Everything was back to normal.
Done with the task, I jumped in the Delorean and went speeding off, typing in the correct time, and going back to the past. It was insane, a journey worth no doubt telling everyone in the world. Seriously it was awesome. Shit, you probably can’t even believe it, that I was dangling right above you can you?
That’s because it didn’t happen, it’s a total crock of shit. The reality is that time travel doesn’t fucking exist. Hunter can tell the world all he wants, claim this and that, but he can’t make fiction real. The only reality for Hunter was the oncoming onslaught he was going to receive from me in the ring that week. Without time to realize he was making a mistake, Hunter wasn’t going to get fired, and the only outcome coming his way would be me and him in the ring, me beating his ass all over the place like I have done to everyone else.
Closing the book, the young man shook his head. Hunter and Johnny had never come to see him, he would remember two men in the room with him. Fact was Colt was right, some people can’t help but lie, if only to validate themselves. Unfortunately for Hunter, Colt wasn’t a fucking retard and could see the truth, and not simply believe his lies. The next chapter would no doubt be amazing, and the young man could hardly wait to see just what happened when Colt got his hands on the so called mythkiller Hunter Valentyne.