Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2013 14:37:04 GMT -6
The Point of No Return
"For every dark night, there is a brighter day."
-Tupac Shakur
--
The night blazed a violet-black inferno upon the streets of Los Angeles. Los Angeles has been referred to as many names, perhaps the most ironic being 'the city of angels.' Los Angeles is the farthest thing from the city of angels. It's almost as pathetic as a grown man who fantasizes about Thomas the fuckin' Tank Engine. However, just as I call that man a victim, I call this city my home. It's a rough town, but I bleed the colors of Los Angeles.
"So...you eat here a lot?"
"I know how I preach about indulging...but fuck it. Beer is beer."
If you had asked me only a couple months, fuck, a couple weeks ago, if I would have had a beer with Valora or Nocturnal, or both? I would've told you to drown yourself in your bathtub while masturbating. Yet, here I sat in one of Los Angele's most dangerous bars staring down a beer. Very little has been said tonight, as tomorrow is our match. Normally before our matches, we have different ways to pump ourselves up. For example, Johnny Stylez likes to smoke a joint while fucking Hunter in the mouth; Hunter on the other hand enjoys masturbating using his tears. Slater? Well Slater enjoys reading dictionaries, while...take a guess...masturbating! And young Kronin? He visits the grave of Adolf Hitler and August Miete.
In contrast, Nocturnal probably spends the majority of his time killing puppies before his match. Val? Well, she's a lot like me. We're both pitbulls that have been hardened by the rough streets. Fighting for us is second nature, shit, we're the only two people in New Edge who's childhood is twice as dangerous as our current job. Unlike many of our comrades, we learned discipline and how to fight correctly. You add our mentality with our technical ability, and you get two scary motherfuckers who are ready to rip your head off and rape your wife. Or rape you and rip your wife's head off.
"So, Hunter Valentyne and Johnny Stylez, right?" Chuckling, Nocturnal tilted a beer up and pressed it up against his mouth, pouring the liquid down his throat. "Yeah, well, we don't have to worry about Hunter. The dude possesses as much of a threat as a handicapped child. He seems like the type of person who would think that I have never held a title more than two weeks, even though I've held the Extreme title longer than him, and longer than anybody in the history of New Edge. He seems like the type of moron who wouldn't have realized that he has never held the world title, and his longest title reign? He can thank Johnny for that. I mean, look at the one sided beating Johnny put on him in their I Quit match. It was horrifying. I actually couldn't look at it. Then again, I was the guy who destroyed Johnny in an I Quit match." A smirk rolled across my face as I winked at Val who took great pleasure in the words I was saying. The fact was simple, it wasn't that Johnny and Hunter were a good tag team, it was that Johnny Stylez was just very, very good at what he does. Imagine what would've happened if Johnny actually chose a competent tag team partner. We already got a taste of that when he teamed with Xavier Xannon Xanders as a part of the Saintz of Synn.
Devastation.
Much like the devastation that will occur when Valora and I team up. Besides Johnny, the real obstacle would be Kronin and Slater. Both men, I have submitted. I made their hands touch the mat three times, symbolizing their defeat. In the case of Kronin, I choked him out. I wonder what that German weasel thinks about being choked out by a Native American? Probably not too great. The real good question was: how do my balls smell? And then Slater? The man who's arm I took home with me. I broke his shoulder in how many different places? I mean, breaking his shoulder was one thing, but the trash I talked before our match was amazing. And I backed every last bit of it up. Every, single...bit.
But at the end of the day, I had just about every right to talk as much shit as I did about Slater. The man mentored me, yet, he went out of his way to fuck me over. He was the reason for my return to New Edge Wrestling under the Kristian Krisis name. And despite this, he tried to kill what he helped create. I remember calling him for days on end and getting no response. I finally snapped and called him out, to which he assaulted me from behind with a chair to the back of the skull.
A year later I would publically and financially support the man who almost killed him in a drunk driving incident. I would later go on to both pin and submit (breaking his shoulder) Slater. I guess a lot can be said about my relationship with Matt Slater, but at the end of the day, guess who's the good guy? Me. Not him, he's not a hero, he's a backstabbing, two faced, parentless bastard.
"So Val, what do you think of Slater's performance last week?"
"It was odd..." Valora stared at me, knowing I knew exactly what she meant. The way Slater was moving, the way he was acting last week was not the same Matt Slater that I had grown to know. This Matt Slater was stronger, faster - he looked motivated. Motivated and fucking scary. Yet, does that even make me for a second believe that I can't break his shoulder again? It snapped like a twig. And as I heard him scream out in utter agony, I felt his warm, soft tears on my arm. I loved those tears. They were the tears of victory. And so I licked those tears off my hand...they aroused me.
You know what else aroused me? Valora slapping me across the face. Her soft, delicate hands brushing against my cheek. I could see the utter confusion and rage fill her eyes like poison. It made me feel so powerful knowing how I could just play with her emotions. Is that fucked up? Probably. But I feel how I feel, and I have no need to be ashamed of something I have no control over. To have control over such a feisty, pretty woman would drive any man crazy.
I just wanted to make her feel good, my intentions were good. But then I got to realizing, she doesn't like feeling good. She likes being treated like dirt. That's how everyone has treated her! The cartels who used her, her father - who's expectations she could not live up to, everyone. And the reason it hurts her so much, is the only person that has treated her well was her lover. The same woman who got gunned down in the street. It brings back bad memories for Valora.
But it also makes me think...
Maybe it's a fear of loss. Maybe, she's afraid to lose her new found friend? Maybe, she believes that there is some sort of curse, where people who show affection to her seemed to just, disappear. And people who she showed affection to, well, they would end up with a couple pounds of bullets in their body. She just figures it's easier to never show any sort of emotional attachment, because that could open you up to rejection and pain. Rejection and pain, two emotions both Valora and I have felt our entire lives. And maybe she knows what I'm doing, but I'm pretty sure she doesn't. I'm not even sure I know what I'm doing.
"Judas...Judas...Judas! Fucking stop it! You're staring!"
Well, Nocturnal didn't seem to mind when I stared at him. Granted, he is a freakshow, so I'm pretty sure he's used to it by now. "Sorry about that, Val. I guess..." I thought for a moment about what I wanted to say, until my eyes lit up. "I guess...I just got caught up in your beautiful eyes. I'm guessing that happens to you a lot, right, Val?" Those 'beautiful eyes' glimmered in absolute hate as she noticed the smile that had crept across my face. Valora was a woman of many words, but I don't think she could think of any to use to describe me and my actions. Despicable? Too weak. Sleazy? Too weak. "Maybe you should be worrying less about my eyes, and more so about our opponents this week?"
"You mean the morons from the Styles Mafia? Ooh, I'm so fucking scared. You know what the funny part is? Guys like Hunter keep saying how I kiss Jesse's ass. But that's not how it works. I quit New Edge, and when Jesse begged me to rejoin, I first told him to fuck off. Then, after I stabbed Destiny, I accepted. But it cost him a lot. You know I get paid more than Hunter Valentyne?" Val just looked at me as Noc suppressed his giggles. Who doesn't get paid more than Hunter Valentyne? The dude probably has to pay to get into New Edge.
"I bet you got paid more in TEW than he did too..."
"Don't fucking remind him, we won't stop hearing the bitching for about a year..." Taking a sip from her beer, Valora peered up at the television which was playing basketball. "That dude quit worse than Johnny Stylez did after I smashed the pool cue over his thick, marijuana filled, skull. I swear, I actually saw Hunter crying after he was inducted into the rape room. But the thing is, he was never hall of fame worthy. And he isn't in New Edge either." It was the truth. The truth was all I could speak.
"Hunter will never be hall of fame worthy in New Edge Wrestling. He's been fired about five hundred times, he's only held like three titles, one of which being a title that Johnny practically handed to him. He's pathetic. And Domestik Disturbance won't even be relevant after we pick them apart. We will pick them apart. We will not lose, Judas. Understood?"
"I'd rather die than lose."
"That's good, Judas, that's very good." Nocturnal piped up. He began putting his coat on before vacating the restaurant, that left two of us. "You know, Val, where I come from...respect comes from respect. That's why I don't respect Hunter. He needs to beat it into me. I have no respect for his abilities, no respect for him as a person. He's a piece of trash. That's why I'm taking it upon myself to put him into a hospital." Valora nodded as the bartender came over and took our empty glasses. "You guys gonna pay now?" Nodding once again, Valora took money out of her pocket, but I was able to intercept her hand while grabbing money out of my pocket.
"Don't worry, sweetie, I got us both covered."
Val's eyes fell upon me once more as her eye twitched.
"For every dark night, there is a brighter day."
-Tupac Shakur
--
The night blazed a violet-black inferno upon the streets of Los Angeles. Los Angeles has been referred to as many names, perhaps the most ironic being 'the city of angels.' Los Angeles is the farthest thing from the city of angels. It's almost as pathetic as a grown man who fantasizes about Thomas the fuckin' Tank Engine. However, just as I call that man a victim, I call this city my home. It's a rough town, but I bleed the colors of Los Angeles.
"So...you eat here a lot?"
"I know how I preach about indulging...but fuck it. Beer is beer."
If you had asked me only a couple months, fuck, a couple weeks ago, if I would have had a beer with Valora or Nocturnal, or both? I would've told you to drown yourself in your bathtub while masturbating. Yet, here I sat in one of Los Angele's most dangerous bars staring down a beer. Very little has been said tonight, as tomorrow is our match. Normally before our matches, we have different ways to pump ourselves up. For example, Johnny Stylez likes to smoke a joint while fucking Hunter in the mouth; Hunter on the other hand enjoys masturbating using his tears. Slater? Well Slater enjoys reading dictionaries, while...take a guess...masturbating! And young Kronin? He visits the grave of Adolf Hitler and August Miete.
In contrast, Nocturnal probably spends the majority of his time killing puppies before his match. Val? Well, she's a lot like me. We're both pitbulls that have been hardened by the rough streets. Fighting for us is second nature, shit, we're the only two people in New Edge who's childhood is twice as dangerous as our current job. Unlike many of our comrades, we learned discipline and how to fight correctly. You add our mentality with our technical ability, and you get two scary motherfuckers who are ready to rip your head off and rape your wife. Or rape you and rip your wife's head off.
"So, Hunter Valentyne and Johnny Stylez, right?" Chuckling, Nocturnal tilted a beer up and pressed it up against his mouth, pouring the liquid down his throat. "Yeah, well, we don't have to worry about Hunter. The dude possesses as much of a threat as a handicapped child. He seems like the type of person who would think that I have never held a title more than two weeks, even though I've held the Extreme title longer than him, and longer than anybody in the history of New Edge. He seems like the type of moron who wouldn't have realized that he has never held the world title, and his longest title reign? He can thank Johnny for that. I mean, look at the one sided beating Johnny put on him in their I Quit match. It was horrifying. I actually couldn't look at it. Then again, I was the guy who destroyed Johnny in an I Quit match." A smirk rolled across my face as I winked at Val who took great pleasure in the words I was saying. The fact was simple, it wasn't that Johnny and Hunter were a good tag team, it was that Johnny Stylez was just very, very good at what he does. Imagine what would've happened if Johnny actually chose a competent tag team partner. We already got a taste of that when he teamed with Xavier Xannon Xanders as a part of the Saintz of Synn.
Devastation.
Much like the devastation that will occur when Valora and I team up. Besides Johnny, the real obstacle would be Kronin and Slater. Both men, I have submitted. I made their hands touch the mat three times, symbolizing their defeat. In the case of Kronin, I choked him out. I wonder what that German weasel thinks about being choked out by a Native American? Probably not too great. The real good question was: how do my balls smell? And then Slater? The man who's arm I took home with me. I broke his shoulder in how many different places? I mean, breaking his shoulder was one thing, but the trash I talked before our match was amazing. And I backed every last bit of it up. Every, single...bit.
But at the end of the day, I had just about every right to talk as much shit as I did about Slater. The man mentored me, yet, he went out of his way to fuck me over. He was the reason for my return to New Edge Wrestling under the Kristian Krisis name. And despite this, he tried to kill what he helped create. I remember calling him for days on end and getting no response. I finally snapped and called him out, to which he assaulted me from behind with a chair to the back of the skull.
A year later I would publically and financially support the man who almost killed him in a drunk driving incident. I would later go on to both pin and submit (breaking his shoulder) Slater. I guess a lot can be said about my relationship with Matt Slater, but at the end of the day, guess who's the good guy? Me. Not him, he's not a hero, he's a backstabbing, two faced, parentless bastard.
"So Val, what do you think of Slater's performance last week?"
"It was odd..." Valora stared at me, knowing I knew exactly what she meant. The way Slater was moving, the way he was acting last week was not the same Matt Slater that I had grown to know. This Matt Slater was stronger, faster - he looked motivated. Motivated and fucking scary. Yet, does that even make me for a second believe that I can't break his shoulder again? It snapped like a twig. And as I heard him scream out in utter agony, I felt his warm, soft tears on my arm. I loved those tears. They were the tears of victory. And so I licked those tears off my hand...they aroused me.
You know what else aroused me? Valora slapping me across the face. Her soft, delicate hands brushing against my cheek. I could see the utter confusion and rage fill her eyes like poison. It made me feel so powerful knowing how I could just play with her emotions. Is that fucked up? Probably. But I feel how I feel, and I have no need to be ashamed of something I have no control over. To have control over such a feisty, pretty woman would drive any man crazy.
I just wanted to make her feel good, my intentions were good. But then I got to realizing, she doesn't like feeling good. She likes being treated like dirt. That's how everyone has treated her! The cartels who used her, her father - who's expectations she could not live up to, everyone. And the reason it hurts her so much, is the only person that has treated her well was her lover. The same woman who got gunned down in the street. It brings back bad memories for Valora.
But it also makes me think...
Maybe it's a fear of loss. Maybe, she's afraid to lose her new found friend? Maybe, she believes that there is some sort of curse, where people who show affection to her seemed to just, disappear. And people who she showed affection to, well, they would end up with a couple pounds of bullets in their body. She just figures it's easier to never show any sort of emotional attachment, because that could open you up to rejection and pain. Rejection and pain, two emotions both Valora and I have felt our entire lives. And maybe she knows what I'm doing, but I'm pretty sure she doesn't. I'm not even sure I know what I'm doing.
"Judas...Judas...Judas! Fucking stop it! You're staring!"
Well, Nocturnal didn't seem to mind when I stared at him. Granted, he is a freakshow, so I'm pretty sure he's used to it by now. "Sorry about that, Val. I guess..." I thought for a moment about what I wanted to say, until my eyes lit up. "I guess...I just got caught up in your beautiful eyes. I'm guessing that happens to you a lot, right, Val?" Those 'beautiful eyes' glimmered in absolute hate as she noticed the smile that had crept across my face. Valora was a woman of many words, but I don't think she could think of any to use to describe me and my actions. Despicable? Too weak. Sleazy? Too weak. "Maybe you should be worrying less about my eyes, and more so about our opponents this week?"
"You mean the morons from the Styles Mafia? Ooh, I'm so fucking scared. You know what the funny part is? Guys like Hunter keep saying how I kiss Jesse's ass. But that's not how it works. I quit New Edge, and when Jesse begged me to rejoin, I first told him to fuck off. Then, after I stabbed Destiny, I accepted. But it cost him a lot. You know I get paid more than Hunter Valentyne?" Val just looked at me as Noc suppressed his giggles. Who doesn't get paid more than Hunter Valentyne? The dude probably has to pay to get into New Edge.
"I bet you got paid more in TEW than he did too..."
"Don't fucking remind him, we won't stop hearing the bitching for about a year..." Taking a sip from her beer, Valora peered up at the television which was playing basketball. "That dude quit worse than Johnny Stylez did after I smashed the pool cue over his thick, marijuana filled, skull. I swear, I actually saw Hunter crying after he was inducted into the rape room. But the thing is, he was never hall of fame worthy. And he isn't in New Edge either." It was the truth. The truth was all I could speak.
"Hunter will never be hall of fame worthy in New Edge Wrestling. He's been fired about five hundred times, he's only held like three titles, one of which being a title that Johnny practically handed to him. He's pathetic. And Domestik Disturbance won't even be relevant after we pick them apart. We will pick them apart. We will not lose, Judas. Understood?"
"I'd rather die than lose."
"That's good, Judas, that's very good." Nocturnal piped up. He began putting his coat on before vacating the restaurant, that left two of us. "You know, Val, where I come from...respect comes from respect. That's why I don't respect Hunter. He needs to beat it into me. I have no respect for his abilities, no respect for him as a person. He's a piece of trash. That's why I'm taking it upon myself to put him into a hospital." Valora nodded as the bartender came over and took our empty glasses. "You guys gonna pay now?" Nodding once again, Valora took money out of her pocket, but I was able to intercept her hand while grabbing money out of my pocket.
"Don't worry, sweetie, I got us both covered."
Val's eyes fell upon me once more as her eye twitched.