Post by Alexander Koresh & his Family on Sept 23, 2019 12:53:35 GMT -6
"VIII"
"THOUGHT'S OF THE SANEST MAN ALIVE"
My memories not as good as it should be. Internal ramblings of a twisted mind still keep me awake at night which is why I sometimes have to update my internal journal. I need to be able to know how my days of future past pan out before me.
One of the reasons that I rant so much in my mind is that I need to find someone with equal or greater intelligence to chat with but has never happened; And more than likely after looking at the people in New Edge Wrestling never going to happen.
Have you seen them? Jesse Styles? He has the intellect of a tried cow turd. It’s been sat in the field for about ten days in the sun and has become a crusty mess; Johnny Stylez. Then there is the stoner Johnny Stylez…..Why’d anyone listen to anything that guy says? He can’t even commit himself to speaking a sentence without having some kind of gibberish style stutter in the middle of it. And what about the NEW World Heavyweight Champion who seems to just rant in this monotone voice and when talks acts like a freaking goldfish; No, nobody there to talk to.
Where should I start? Should I start back at the beginning where a dreadlocked sperm knocked up my momma with baby a beautiful and perfect baby Alexander Koresh? Or is that too far back? Should I start with dissecting frogs in biology class and getting a boner? Or is that a little too much information for you to inwardly digest.
This isn’t some Disney story this is real life and it’s my life. Why should I be bothered how you take it but that little bit of human emotion that is still present in this meat sack that I ride around like a puppet. It’s because of my daughter Summer that it still exist in me. She brings out the best and worst in me.
But I digress in my whimsical exchange of pleasantries.
Tragedy seemed to follow me around doesn’t it? As the Innovator of Darkness I have seen and dished out a lot in my years on this planet but this was going to be different. It was true that ever since I had lost my son and pregnant wife in the car crash some would say that I have gone further over the edge than I have ever been before. I have tortured my opponents and their families for shits and giggles and not for personal gain but just because I could. People thought that when I got involved with Aurora Deadwood that she would be calming for my but how wrong had they been; like a modern day Bonnie and Clyde we have run rampage around this industry. She had broken my heart many times but I moved on. Even with my illness she still haunted my thoughts.
Was I consciously lulling my opponent into a false sense of security leading into Cold Front? Usually I was winning all of my matches leading into the big match but somehow choking at the big time. But this time it was different, I was holding back; holding back enough for whatever match they decided to put me in at Cold Front. This wasn’t my first goddamn rodeo. I knew that this must be my last time at not only the big time but maybe even wrestling. This year was the make and break for the company anyway, New Edge Wrestling needed to get it back on track especially as this year’s main event wasn’t going to live up to its status.
Heading towards the Cold Front match was on the way. My feud’s with many of the roster was legendary and this would just be a climax to all these years of violence. It was to take place in Alaska, the unofficial home of proper professional wrestling some would say, not the hard-core style that is portrayed in the rest of the United States. On paper with the home field advantage as the New Edge Wrestling always had big time in Alaska for its home town crowds and the fans would be cheering for him but I never took advantage of this sort of thing. Hell, when I was the World Heavyweight champion for a rival network I used to have to search around the other promotions to find competition for me to destroy as I’d run riot over those in the promotion but this looked different. Well I hoped it did does, I really do.
This was supposed to be an interesting match for me. I was supposed to have to get through a punk that thinks stealing his gimmick from Ronald McDonald himself that he will entertain the crowd. Tha Joka? What the hell?
Tha Joka hides his face behind his clown makeup to hide the fact from the fans that he is a failure. This smiling buffoon thinks he can mess with the Sadistic Bastard. Maybe the same would be said about me. But I sometimes painted my face not just to scare his opponents but just because I could. People tried to intimidate others but I took it to the next level. The Painted Corpse is King of the Mind Fuck and with a look could make my opponents quake in their boots even before the stepped into the squared circle.
But that was before; before Tha Joka had decided to leave the company rather than face the Sadistic Bastard for the second time in our careers; the first time it hadn’t gone Tha Joka’s way either even though it was brutally epic. We had fought all over the arena and outside too before I had finally pinned the shoulders of the clown in the station next to the arena.
Now I had received the call from the front office that it wasn’t going to be Tha Joka anymore; no with his leaving the company the baton had been passed to Hudson McKnight. Have the kid done something to piss off the front office to be thrown at the feet of the Sadistic Bastard? We had beaten the hell out of each other in Las Vegas but I had come out on top that time.
After the Rumble I had expected to get some kind of reward but this seemed like a punishment to me. Yes it was Insane Rules so that was some kind of bonus but not in the stakes that the others in the Rumble had been rewarded with. I deserve to get what I want and if not I’ll just have to take it; screw anyone that gets in my way. Brutality will be surpassed not only for brutalities sake but because I decree it. I will break every bone in his body not because I think that’s what will keep him down. No, that’s the easy bit. I will do it as I love to punish my opponents.
Oh this isn’t something new to me, especially in this company. I may be the King of the Mind Fuck BUT the powers that be are always trying it on with me. Times needed to change. There were those that sat at what they thought was the pinnacle of all that is unholy and were just charlatans without a clue in this industry. Some of them lived off of their past glories whilst others were still thinking they were better than they actually were. Time was upon New Edge Wrestling for a change.
It was fun to watch all these pretentious little pricks running about with their heads in the air like some kind of proud pea cock whose only passion is to stroke their ego and not to put on an amazing match like what it should be. They were too busy thinking about winning their matches than the greater good.
This was it. I had finally seen the light. I was going to either get my hands on the X-Core Championship belt that needed to be around my waist or my long career was over for the very last time. I wouldn’t be one of those wrestlers that goes back on his word even though they do not deserve my presence within their company. Some say that I don’t deserve a shot at the one of the biggest prize in the wrestling industry due to my not being around for more than five minutes this time in the company but when I challenge whomever wins the match at Cold Front to the match they will barely get their chubby little fingers on the strap.
I have lost more blood over the times roaming these promotions that was in my darn body. I have bleed to entertain those goddamn fans but then I saw the light. They cheered when I put my body on the line when I jumped off of great heights trying to outshine my opponents whilst I tried to stay atop of New Edge Wrestling.
But I have to be careful. I had my other life to keep out of the limelight. That side of things had; my real life had to be kept on the down low. I couldn’t let that sneak out.
My contract with New Edge Wrestling was a unique one. I wasn’t one of those superstars that wrestled every peon on the roster as being a Hall of Fame entrant for the company has its perks.
I should know. I am what this place needs. To survive in this place you’ve just got to push through the mass of stinking meat, plucking out the next fat animal for dinner while trying to make a name for myself. I will rend their flesh whilst they are still alive. I should add their upturned skulls as decorations to my collections. Emily can make decorations out of their bones so we can use them in our little rituals.
They have learned to fear my name, for I bring with me a great wrath like a cancer upon them unlike any seen their before.
They will not enjoy having these real life monsters in their midst once again.
People who watch this barbaric spectacle which is televised worldwide and garners enormous revenues for some faceless suit will be reviled for what I will do to their little promotion.
For the roster are mere bugs to irritate me. Their existence is meaningless to me.
I won’t do quotes for you, piece together your own jigsaw puzzle of meaningless words and dance around its unholy benediction meaning which comes only from our madness.
You can look into my eyes and analyse me…….my notions………..my thoughts. All you can come up with is a blank stare. You can see what I let you see and more likely the only emotion you’ll get out of me is anger. You might want to think twice, about staring into my eyes; the eyes of the Koresh Family, the eyes of Nocturnal.
The opening salvos had been fired and we all knew how we stood against each other. People like Johnny have their clear M.O. that he sticks with it when he thinks he has been slighted in any manner. He digs his heels in holding onto the spot that he believes is his God given right to hang onto.
Of all those once born of woman, The Koresh Family, those who have shed the coil of morality in exchange for an eternity of Damnation, are the monsters. We are unloving souls doomed to shadow and a feast of blood. However, even among monsters, some inevitably stand out as distinctly horrific.
Our very presence is a thing of unprecedented disgust, a vile reminder of just how inhuman I, Nocturnal can be. Yet paradoxically, even the rest of NEW’s pathetic roster, entranced by their own inability to comprehend such cruelties of life, find it difficult not to stare at these piteous mockeries of flesh and bone.
We, us freaks are renowned for our grotesquery; each singularly deformed to the extreme, and put to shame those dark icons that play in our very shadows.
But let’s not get ahead of myself. Where shall I continue? Shall I talk about how I will beat Hudson McKnight once again at Cold Front? No, maybe I should start about how Alan Envy has made the biggest mistake of his career?
Em……..
Let’s start there.
Alan made the mistake of hitting me with ALL he can trying to steal the show from his former master Johnny Stylez who incidentally capitalised on it and pinned my shoulders to the mat for the three count so he could have the chance to be in the main event of Cold Front, and face off against Roger Wright for the New Edge Wrestling World Champion. How’d that work out for you Alan?
Come on, Alan, really? What are you bringing to the NEW these days as the former Defiance member? Come on buddy get over yourself. This is the end of your time in the spotlight dude. Your fifteen seconds of fame are about to smack you right between the eyes. This is New Edge Wrestling my friend; this is where Nocturnal shines.
Wait…….Shine? NO scratch that. Nocturnal ain’t no shiny vampire fuck-tard from Twilight.
I digress. Who’s next in my tirade of violence? Johnny Stylez himself, come on dude. You may have been this multi-time World Heavyweight Champion and held nearly every title in the company but does that make you Johnny big bollocks in my eyes?
NO FUCKING WAY!!!!!
It makes you a fucking loser in my eyes. I don’t care if you’ve won all these awards in the past unless you’ve got your Delorean and drive it back there to live in the past once again. HEY MARTY!!!!!
Come on, I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to hang onto your spot by trying to take out the big dog, namely me, Nocturnal. Move along. Keep on moving. You ain’t going to climb this tree.
This isn’t your time anymore. I will not let you get what you want the most and that is the New Edge Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship belt at Cold Front; But Johnny, think before you act ‘cos this monster’s going to use everything in the Ballyhoo to stop you getting that belt.
The Hearse was ancient, which was why Nocturnal loved it. But the open windows were no help against the insane heat rising from the road after the sun had been scorching it all day long. What was needed was an air conditioner.
Cain was probably thinking the same thing. He was driving with his one hand on the wheel, glancing round all the time and chatting to everyone. His lank hair stuck to the side of his face and it was a surprise that the seven foot monster could actually fit behind the driving wheel of this vehicle.
“I was thinking about putting in an air conditioner,” he told Emily apologetically. Nocturnal’s sister was suffering worse than anyone from the heat, her face had come out in nasty red blotches and her eyes were glazed. Nocturnal was just hoping she wasn’t going to be sick. “But it would gave ruined the entire feeling to it, it wasn’t meant to have one. No air conditioner, no mobile phone, no on-board computer.”
“Uhhhh?” said Emily, with a feeble smile as she tried to cool herself down with one of those little hand fans but to no avail. The whole of the Koresh family had been working late the day before. No one had got to bed at all; they’d been out doing publicity for the pay per view Cold Front for New Edge Wrestling until five a.m. and then stayed out for the rest of the night. Ignite had been interesting last week but having not had a match their Nocturnal after Bobby Backdoor had got out of it had felt unfulfilled which was why he had had his little ramblings about this week but it was more than likely hedging his bets just in case Nocturnal choked once again.
It was funny really, Nocturnal was not working with any of these other factions but he seemed to be trying to put a wedge between them all by just being himself. The main event for Cold Front this year was supposed to be the match that more critics were saying couldn’t happen this time. They had written off the company after Jesse Style’s management skills had been laughed at. But this match would probably end up with New Edge Wrestling having to pay a six figure fine to some bureaucratic fat wig because of the violence that it would include. This time would probably be worse of its kind as it will include two of the most aggressive combatants in the industry.
Times had moved on since Nocturnal had been in his first match with this company and times had changed; Nocturnal now being the wily veteran of the promotion who is in a band of miscreants that he liked to call his family were in a crusade of sorts against everyone else in the promotion.
From her seat in the front, Emily shot Nocturnal an anxious look. Then she looked at Cain disapprovingly. The imperturbable cousin of theirs almost choked on his cigarette. He breathed in and all the smoke drifting around inside the Hearse was drawn into his lungs. He flicked the butt out of the window.
“Close the windows,” demanded Nocturnal as he caressed the scar on his left cheek. “Cigarette smoke is not good for little Summer to breathe in.” He looked quite strange without his face paint on but he had to be in disguise as he went from event in case he was stopped by someone; but saying that he was a six foot six monster with long hair driving across country in a hearse with a family of misfits. What’s strange about that? Especially when they had to cross into Alaska by vehicle as Nocturnal didn’t like to fly.
A moment later it suddenly started getting cold. Abe was sat next to them strapped into a children’s child seat. The adult quadriplegic midget cousin of theirs was snoring his little head off. His mouth was filled with teeth that were filed sharp. Drool dripped down his chin staining his Jesse Styles t-shirt they had put on him. But at least they had covered him up for the journey as having his dick rubbing against the car seat was wrong on so many levels. He usually travelled in a box in the trunk but even Nocturnal wasn’t that cruel to let his cousin travel like that in this weather especially with them leaving Canada after Ignite.
“So I can’t believe that I’ve now got to face that punk Hudson once again but this time in an Insane’s Rules match this week. I thought I’d got rid of him the last time we faced?” Nocturnal asked. “Who the hell does this kid think he is?”
“I wonder if the kid knows he’s picked the goddamn short straw Noc?” asked Cain. “You would have thought that after you destroyed him the other week that they’d have given you someone of substance at a pay per view.”
Nocturnal played with the hair that hung across his face as he looked at his adopted daughter Summer, fast asleep on the seat next to him. “I’ve got to show Hudson that New Edge Wrestling is the House that Nocturnal built. People talk about the Ryan Pugh’s, the Jesse Styles, the Johnny Stylez even the XXX’s but none have been able to be me. And with the names they have thrown into the ring with me in the past I’m going to have some fun.”
Emily smiled as she turned to her big brother, “Who would have thought you’d be going into another pay per view match let alone an Insane Rules match. Jesse Styles hates your guts so if you beat Hudson once again it would majorly piss him off but what about the fiasco with Bobby Backdoor.”
“True Emily,” Nocturnal said. “Stuff went down on Ignite last week behind the scenes so keep your eyes open. I don’t trust anyone to give me an easy time to get there. Nocturnal is the real reason people tune into NEW these days. And when I bring the New Edge Wrestling X-Core Championship belt back to the Koresh Family I’m going to rub that strap directly in Jesse’s face. The suits in his front office have tried to hand me a list of rules and regulations but meh! Yeah, a Koresh with rules? Fuck them, fuck them all. I ripped the rule book up in their faces and stuffed the ripped up paper down their throats.”
“But this Hudson kid is not to be underestimated Nocturnal,” said Emily to her brother. “You may have beaten him the other week but he’ll be wanting revenge for that. He won’t let what you did to him lie. He’ll be wanting to make you pay for what you did to him.”
Nocturnal sadistically smiled as he looked out the window as they travelled across country. He didn’t like to fly and only travelled on planes when necessary. He didn’t know why he had this phobia but it was a bitch when he had to travel all around the world wrestling for a living.
“I know sis but I’m Nocturnal. I am the Sadistic Bastard…….Well you know the rest. I need a warm up match for when I eventually get my showdown for that X-Core Championship belt that Shane Sparx is keeping warm for me so Hudson McKnight will have to do. Does this punk think he can hang with me? He better have got all of his personal business sorted as Nocturnal will leave him wanting more.”
Emily laughed for a few seconds before straightening her face, “I’ve been watching some of his stuff on YouTube. Hudson is actually quite talented even if he thinks he’s only been employed in this company as talent enhancement. You’ll be able to destroy this punk with ease.”
“Why is there a lot of these punk ass wannabies trying to get out of their pathetic lives into wrestling by going through me?” Nocturnal asked. “Is this the new thing to do?”
“Seems to be in the new employee’s manual,” Emily said. ”The manual should have a warning on it to avoid you.”
Nocturnal chuckled, “Really? Now that would be funny. This Hudson may be talented in whatever Indie promotion that he’s been in but could he make it in somewhere like New Edge Wrestling? No. He would be opening the show there as some kind of gimmick act if he’s lucky but if he’s unlucky he’d be working on the concession or setting up the ring. Depends if he either willing to step up to the owner Jesse or just suck his shrivelled dick like a lot of those other bitches in New Edge Wrestling do.”
Summer moved in the seat next to Nocturnal. She stretched.
“So what about what the Father did?” Cain asked. “I know you don’t fully trust your father but what will you do about it?”
Nocturnal laughed, “He can play his games but he’s not as good at is as I am. Let him walk a mile in my boots and he’ll see what it’s like to be a professional wrestler with dark tendencies. I am the fucking Innovator of Darkness, the Sadistic Bastard, the Dark Icon………” He paused as he heard Abe moving in the chair next to him.
“What the fuck?” Abe asked as he scowled, “Are we there yet?”
One of the reasons that I rant so much in my mind is that I need to find someone with equal or greater intelligence to chat with but has never happened; And more than likely after looking at the people in New Edge Wrestling never going to happen.
Have you seen them? Jesse Styles? He has the intellect of a tried cow turd. It’s been sat in the field for about ten days in the sun and has become a crusty mess; Johnny Stylez. Then there is the stoner Johnny Stylez…..Why’d anyone listen to anything that guy says? He can’t even commit himself to speaking a sentence without having some kind of gibberish style stutter in the middle of it. And what about the NEW World Heavyweight Champion who seems to just rant in this monotone voice and when talks acts like a freaking goldfish; No, nobody there to talk to.
Where should I start? Should I start back at the beginning where a dreadlocked sperm knocked up my momma with baby a beautiful and perfect baby Alexander Koresh? Or is that too far back? Should I start with dissecting frogs in biology class and getting a boner? Or is that a little too much information for you to inwardly digest.
This isn’t some Disney story this is real life and it’s my life. Why should I be bothered how you take it but that little bit of human emotion that is still present in this meat sack that I ride around like a puppet. It’s because of my daughter Summer that it still exist in me. She brings out the best and worst in me.
But I digress in my whimsical exchange of pleasantries.
Tragedy seemed to follow me around doesn’t it? As the Innovator of Darkness I have seen and dished out a lot in my years on this planet but this was going to be different. It was true that ever since I had lost my son and pregnant wife in the car crash some would say that I have gone further over the edge than I have ever been before. I have tortured my opponents and their families for shits and giggles and not for personal gain but just because I could. People thought that when I got involved with Aurora Deadwood that she would be calming for my but how wrong had they been; like a modern day Bonnie and Clyde we have run rampage around this industry. She had broken my heart many times but I moved on. Even with my illness she still haunted my thoughts.
Was I consciously lulling my opponent into a false sense of security leading into Cold Front? Usually I was winning all of my matches leading into the big match but somehow choking at the big time. But this time it was different, I was holding back; holding back enough for whatever match they decided to put me in at Cold Front. This wasn’t my first goddamn rodeo. I knew that this must be my last time at not only the big time but maybe even wrestling. This year was the make and break for the company anyway, New Edge Wrestling needed to get it back on track especially as this year’s main event wasn’t going to live up to its status.
Heading towards the Cold Front match was on the way. My feud’s with many of the roster was legendary and this would just be a climax to all these years of violence. It was to take place in Alaska, the unofficial home of proper professional wrestling some would say, not the hard-core style that is portrayed in the rest of the United States. On paper with the home field advantage as the New Edge Wrestling always had big time in Alaska for its home town crowds and the fans would be cheering for him but I never took advantage of this sort of thing. Hell, when I was the World Heavyweight champion for a rival network I used to have to search around the other promotions to find competition for me to destroy as I’d run riot over those in the promotion but this looked different. Well I hoped it did does, I really do.
This was supposed to be an interesting match for me. I was supposed to have to get through a punk that thinks stealing his gimmick from Ronald McDonald himself that he will entertain the crowd. Tha Joka? What the hell?
Tha Joka hides his face behind his clown makeup to hide the fact from the fans that he is a failure. This smiling buffoon thinks he can mess with the Sadistic Bastard. Maybe the same would be said about me. But I sometimes painted my face not just to scare his opponents but just because I could. People tried to intimidate others but I took it to the next level. The Painted Corpse is King of the Mind Fuck and with a look could make my opponents quake in their boots even before the stepped into the squared circle.
But that was before; before Tha Joka had decided to leave the company rather than face the Sadistic Bastard for the second time in our careers; the first time it hadn’t gone Tha Joka’s way either even though it was brutally epic. We had fought all over the arena and outside too before I had finally pinned the shoulders of the clown in the station next to the arena.
Now I had received the call from the front office that it wasn’t going to be Tha Joka anymore; no with his leaving the company the baton had been passed to Hudson McKnight. Have the kid done something to piss off the front office to be thrown at the feet of the Sadistic Bastard? We had beaten the hell out of each other in Las Vegas but I had come out on top that time.
After the Rumble I had expected to get some kind of reward but this seemed like a punishment to me. Yes it was Insane Rules so that was some kind of bonus but not in the stakes that the others in the Rumble had been rewarded with. I deserve to get what I want and if not I’ll just have to take it; screw anyone that gets in my way. Brutality will be surpassed not only for brutalities sake but because I decree it. I will break every bone in his body not because I think that’s what will keep him down. No, that’s the easy bit. I will do it as I love to punish my opponents.
Oh this isn’t something new to me, especially in this company. I may be the King of the Mind Fuck BUT the powers that be are always trying it on with me. Times needed to change. There were those that sat at what they thought was the pinnacle of all that is unholy and were just charlatans without a clue in this industry. Some of them lived off of their past glories whilst others were still thinking they were better than they actually were. Time was upon New Edge Wrestling for a change.
It was fun to watch all these pretentious little pricks running about with their heads in the air like some kind of proud pea cock whose only passion is to stroke their ego and not to put on an amazing match like what it should be. They were too busy thinking about winning their matches than the greater good.
This was it. I had finally seen the light. I was going to either get my hands on the X-Core Championship belt that needed to be around my waist or my long career was over for the very last time. I wouldn’t be one of those wrestlers that goes back on his word even though they do not deserve my presence within their company. Some say that I don’t deserve a shot at the one of the biggest prize in the wrestling industry due to my not being around for more than five minutes this time in the company but when I challenge whomever wins the match at Cold Front to the match they will barely get their chubby little fingers on the strap.
I have lost more blood over the times roaming these promotions that was in my darn body. I have bleed to entertain those goddamn fans but then I saw the light. They cheered when I put my body on the line when I jumped off of great heights trying to outshine my opponents whilst I tried to stay atop of New Edge Wrestling.
But I have to be careful. I had my other life to keep out of the limelight. That side of things had; my real life had to be kept on the down low. I couldn’t let that sneak out.
My contract with New Edge Wrestling was a unique one. I wasn’t one of those superstars that wrestled every peon on the roster as being a Hall of Fame entrant for the company has its perks.
I should know. I am what this place needs. To survive in this place you’ve just got to push through the mass of stinking meat, plucking out the next fat animal for dinner while trying to make a name for myself. I will rend their flesh whilst they are still alive. I should add their upturned skulls as decorations to my collections. Emily can make decorations out of their bones so we can use them in our little rituals.
They have learned to fear my name, for I bring with me a great wrath like a cancer upon them unlike any seen their before.
They will not enjoy having these real life monsters in their midst once again.
People who watch this barbaric spectacle which is televised worldwide and garners enormous revenues for some faceless suit will be reviled for what I will do to their little promotion.
For the roster are mere bugs to irritate me. Their existence is meaningless to me.
I won’t do quotes for you, piece together your own jigsaw puzzle of meaningless words and dance around its unholy benediction meaning which comes only from our madness.
You can look into my eyes and analyse me…….my notions………..my thoughts. All you can come up with is a blank stare. You can see what I let you see and more likely the only emotion you’ll get out of me is anger. You might want to think twice, about staring into my eyes; the eyes of the Koresh Family, the eyes of Nocturnal.
The opening salvos had been fired and we all knew how we stood against each other. People like Johnny have their clear M.O. that he sticks with it when he thinks he has been slighted in any manner. He digs his heels in holding onto the spot that he believes is his God given right to hang onto.
Of all those once born of woman, The Koresh Family, those who have shed the coil of morality in exchange for an eternity of Damnation, are the monsters. We are unloving souls doomed to shadow and a feast of blood. However, even among monsters, some inevitably stand out as distinctly horrific.
Our very presence is a thing of unprecedented disgust, a vile reminder of just how inhuman I, Nocturnal can be. Yet paradoxically, even the rest of NEW’s pathetic roster, entranced by their own inability to comprehend such cruelties of life, find it difficult not to stare at these piteous mockeries of flesh and bone.
We, us freaks are renowned for our grotesquery; each singularly deformed to the extreme, and put to shame those dark icons that play in our very shadows.
But let’s not get ahead of myself. Where shall I continue? Shall I talk about how I will beat Hudson McKnight once again at Cold Front? No, maybe I should start about how Alan Envy has made the biggest mistake of his career?
Em……..
Let’s start there.
Alan made the mistake of hitting me with ALL he can trying to steal the show from his former master Johnny Stylez who incidentally capitalised on it and pinned my shoulders to the mat for the three count so he could have the chance to be in the main event of Cold Front, and face off against Roger Wright for the New Edge Wrestling World Champion. How’d that work out for you Alan?
Come on, Alan, really? What are you bringing to the NEW these days as the former Defiance member? Come on buddy get over yourself. This is the end of your time in the spotlight dude. Your fifteen seconds of fame are about to smack you right between the eyes. This is New Edge Wrestling my friend; this is where Nocturnal shines.
Wait…….Shine? NO scratch that. Nocturnal ain’t no shiny vampire fuck-tard from Twilight.
I digress. Who’s next in my tirade of violence? Johnny Stylez himself, come on dude. You may have been this multi-time World Heavyweight Champion and held nearly every title in the company but does that make you Johnny big bollocks in my eyes?
NO FUCKING WAY!!!!!
It makes you a fucking loser in my eyes. I don’t care if you’ve won all these awards in the past unless you’ve got your Delorean and drive it back there to live in the past once again. HEY MARTY!!!!!
Come on, I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to hang onto your spot by trying to take out the big dog, namely me, Nocturnal. Move along. Keep on moving. You ain’t going to climb this tree.
This isn’t your time anymore. I will not let you get what you want the most and that is the New Edge Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship belt at Cold Front; But Johnny, think before you act ‘cos this monster’s going to use everything in the Ballyhoo to stop you getting that belt.
SOMEWHERE
The Hearse was ancient, which was why Nocturnal loved it. But the open windows were no help against the insane heat rising from the road after the sun had been scorching it all day long. What was needed was an air conditioner.
Cain was probably thinking the same thing. He was driving with his one hand on the wheel, glancing round all the time and chatting to everyone. His lank hair stuck to the side of his face and it was a surprise that the seven foot monster could actually fit behind the driving wheel of this vehicle.
“I was thinking about putting in an air conditioner,” he told Emily apologetically. Nocturnal’s sister was suffering worse than anyone from the heat, her face had come out in nasty red blotches and her eyes were glazed. Nocturnal was just hoping she wasn’t going to be sick. “But it would gave ruined the entire feeling to it, it wasn’t meant to have one. No air conditioner, no mobile phone, no on-board computer.”
“Uhhhh?” said Emily, with a feeble smile as she tried to cool herself down with one of those little hand fans but to no avail. The whole of the Koresh family had been working late the day before. No one had got to bed at all; they’d been out doing publicity for the pay per view Cold Front for New Edge Wrestling until five a.m. and then stayed out for the rest of the night. Ignite had been interesting last week but having not had a match their Nocturnal after Bobby Backdoor had got out of it had felt unfulfilled which was why he had had his little ramblings about this week but it was more than likely hedging his bets just in case Nocturnal choked once again.
It was funny really, Nocturnal was not working with any of these other factions but he seemed to be trying to put a wedge between them all by just being himself. The main event for Cold Front this year was supposed to be the match that more critics were saying couldn’t happen this time. They had written off the company after Jesse Style’s management skills had been laughed at. But this match would probably end up with New Edge Wrestling having to pay a six figure fine to some bureaucratic fat wig because of the violence that it would include. This time would probably be worse of its kind as it will include two of the most aggressive combatants in the industry.
Times had moved on since Nocturnal had been in his first match with this company and times had changed; Nocturnal now being the wily veteran of the promotion who is in a band of miscreants that he liked to call his family were in a crusade of sorts against everyone else in the promotion.
From her seat in the front, Emily shot Nocturnal an anxious look. Then she looked at Cain disapprovingly. The imperturbable cousin of theirs almost choked on his cigarette. He breathed in and all the smoke drifting around inside the Hearse was drawn into his lungs. He flicked the butt out of the window.
“Close the windows,” demanded Nocturnal as he caressed the scar on his left cheek. “Cigarette smoke is not good for little Summer to breathe in.” He looked quite strange without his face paint on but he had to be in disguise as he went from event in case he was stopped by someone; but saying that he was a six foot six monster with long hair driving across country in a hearse with a family of misfits. What’s strange about that? Especially when they had to cross into Alaska by vehicle as Nocturnal didn’t like to fly.
A moment later it suddenly started getting cold. Abe was sat next to them strapped into a children’s child seat. The adult quadriplegic midget cousin of theirs was snoring his little head off. His mouth was filled with teeth that were filed sharp. Drool dripped down his chin staining his Jesse Styles t-shirt they had put on him. But at least they had covered him up for the journey as having his dick rubbing against the car seat was wrong on so many levels. He usually travelled in a box in the trunk but even Nocturnal wasn’t that cruel to let his cousin travel like that in this weather especially with them leaving Canada after Ignite.
“So I can’t believe that I’ve now got to face that punk Hudson once again but this time in an Insane’s Rules match this week. I thought I’d got rid of him the last time we faced?” Nocturnal asked. “Who the hell does this kid think he is?”
“I wonder if the kid knows he’s picked the goddamn short straw Noc?” asked Cain. “You would have thought that after you destroyed him the other week that they’d have given you someone of substance at a pay per view.”
Nocturnal played with the hair that hung across his face as he looked at his adopted daughter Summer, fast asleep on the seat next to him. “I’ve got to show Hudson that New Edge Wrestling is the House that Nocturnal built. People talk about the Ryan Pugh’s, the Jesse Styles, the Johnny Stylez even the XXX’s but none have been able to be me. And with the names they have thrown into the ring with me in the past I’m going to have some fun.”
Emily smiled as she turned to her big brother, “Who would have thought you’d be going into another pay per view match let alone an Insane Rules match. Jesse Styles hates your guts so if you beat Hudson once again it would majorly piss him off but what about the fiasco with Bobby Backdoor.”
“True Emily,” Nocturnal said. “Stuff went down on Ignite last week behind the scenes so keep your eyes open. I don’t trust anyone to give me an easy time to get there. Nocturnal is the real reason people tune into NEW these days. And when I bring the New Edge Wrestling X-Core Championship belt back to the Koresh Family I’m going to rub that strap directly in Jesse’s face. The suits in his front office have tried to hand me a list of rules and regulations but meh! Yeah, a Koresh with rules? Fuck them, fuck them all. I ripped the rule book up in their faces and stuffed the ripped up paper down their throats.”
“But this Hudson kid is not to be underestimated Nocturnal,” said Emily to her brother. “You may have beaten him the other week but he’ll be wanting revenge for that. He won’t let what you did to him lie. He’ll be wanting to make you pay for what you did to him.”
Nocturnal sadistically smiled as he looked out the window as they travelled across country. He didn’t like to fly and only travelled on planes when necessary. He didn’t know why he had this phobia but it was a bitch when he had to travel all around the world wrestling for a living.
“I know sis but I’m Nocturnal. I am the Sadistic Bastard…….Well you know the rest. I need a warm up match for when I eventually get my showdown for that X-Core Championship belt that Shane Sparx is keeping warm for me so Hudson McKnight will have to do. Does this punk think he can hang with me? He better have got all of his personal business sorted as Nocturnal will leave him wanting more.”
Emily laughed for a few seconds before straightening her face, “I’ve been watching some of his stuff on YouTube. Hudson is actually quite talented even if he thinks he’s only been employed in this company as talent enhancement. You’ll be able to destroy this punk with ease.”
“Why is there a lot of these punk ass wannabies trying to get out of their pathetic lives into wrestling by going through me?” Nocturnal asked. “Is this the new thing to do?”
“Seems to be in the new employee’s manual,” Emily said. ”The manual should have a warning on it to avoid you.”
Nocturnal chuckled, “Really? Now that would be funny. This Hudson may be talented in whatever Indie promotion that he’s been in but could he make it in somewhere like New Edge Wrestling? No. He would be opening the show there as some kind of gimmick act if he’s lucky but if he’s unlucky he’d be working on the concession or setting up the ring. Depends if he either willing to step up to the owner Jesse or just suck his shrivelled dick like a lot of those other bitches in New Edge Wrestling do.”
Summer moved in the seat next to Nocturnal. She stretched.
“So what about what the Father did?” Cain asked. “I know you don’t fully trust your father but what will you do about it?”
Nocturnal laughed, “He can play his games but he’s not as good at is as I am. Let him walk a mile in my boots and he’ll see what it’s like to be a professional wrestler with dark tendencies. I am the fucking Innovator of Darkness, the Sadistic Bastard, the Dark Icon………” He paused as he heard Abe moving in the chair next to him.
“What the fuck?” Abe asked as he scowled, “Are we there yet?”
