chapter 3. the hero you need
Jun 21, 2021 20:40:13 GMT -5
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Post by Deceiver on Jun 21, 2021 20:40:13 GMT -5
and so the story goes..
on and on and on and on..
they say that nothing lasts forever but i have laid my eyes upon the promise of eternity that burnt and rotted out my core. it is a bleak state of impending solitude that will have you dangling by a string on your way to nowhere fast, all while racing standing perfectly still. it is an uphill battle to the top and once you are there you will know what isolation and loneliness truly are. some are lost believing in a dream that was created as a form of control, keeping the masses in line so they never even try and take a peak at the divine. their hearts entwined with a loop that echos and reverbs through every inch and crevice of our mortal coil. the vicious cycle that we are all happy to abide. just wasting time until it slowly ticks away into an empty and cold abyss, the blank slate that stares back into a demon's eyes that stretch for eons with the sole intent of leaving the bastard blind. an unmarked grave speaks the volumes of another sad song smashed into repeating yesterday. this is what i have become. drain me of my very essence. the familiar chorus wishes upon the heavenly star and teases the journey you can only take from afar. this is a pathetic quest meant only for the weak who dress their egos into a formidable charade like the big dog barking in a superior growl until he too ends up six feet in the ground. it is comical when you look back and it finally dawns on you that there was never any real big dogs to be found. at least until i came back around. now tell me why this is a thought that is so profound, yet leaves you with a hollow pit you try and snuff out with a vice. pride keeping you from following the advice of others, the survivors who knocked at death's door and ran away before he answered. heritics and harlots dancing to the beat of anxiety and bliss, tip toeing that ever faded line all the way to the top of the world. gazing over that unknown horizon into a wilderness of grief and disbelief. a bore sight for sore eyes, grasping at straws to show them all.
show them all what we have become.
we have become one.
we have become.
"I offered you salvation maggot, a chance at being a part of history. You were to be given a role that was to be important and guaranteed success and wealth beyond your puny imagination. It was your one chance to truly become something. And not just that, but an opportunity to be a part of the next and last big thing in professional wrestling. And what do you do? When starred in the face by true greatness and immortality, you spit in the face of God? You imbecile. You blew your one shot at glory, and now you must be simply another notch on my ringpost. Your pathetic career is now easily summed up in scratches on metal. Your fallacy is your complacency, nestled and tucked into your comfort zone of being a loser. The comfort and security of never trying to push the envelope, escape from the box scum fucks like you are squeezed in to by superior beings like me. Your words of defiance quickly become more than simply the phrase, 'no.' It has now become the shovel you're forced to use against your will to dig your own shallow grave. Not even worth enough to yourself to dig a proper hole to rest in for the remainder of eternity. Hardly worth the muttering of syllables to form the complex sentences that drop the dirt atop your discarded, wrecked and bloodied body. And finally, when the light is extinguished from your eyes and your soul attempts to leave your body to rejoin your precious whore Mother Earth, I will snatch that fleeting bastard by your incorporeal throat and send it home to the Everblack. The last caress your now diseased flesh will ever have dancing upon your decaying skin. And then in death your torment will be the constant yearning for just one more shot at feeling, feeling anything at all except for the doomed and bloomed gloom your ignorance screams and the disrespect your filthy mouth spews at your master."
the cold spatter of rain weeps into my face with the brisk, swift breeze of natures one last gasping breath panning out across my flesh. another unknown and empty dirt road, hello old friend. it is always so well to see you again.a bottle is where i had finally lost myself in this soaked mournful night, lost in the woods. traversing the terrain of unmarked dirt roads had become my favorite pastime. all alone with my mental, the constant waging of war between the fractured man and beast. both sides grow in strength with every passing commitment and proceeding failure. the let down had become my swan song, my signature trademark.
DANGER
stay away
you aren't headed in the right direction, veering off course towards a dead end destination. your adventure of a dead end prospect. why does everything that involves me have to be so damn suspect? tired of dragging behind the shame of days gone by and when we were forced to say goodbye. a momentary pause, and i begin to notice the luminaries of the beasts who dwell within the wooded sector. were they but simple creatures grazing and seeking shelter protecting their young. the prey? or was it possible they were predators, stalking their latest victim, just salivating at the thought to quench their desire and rip through the flesh of a God? caution little ones, for satisfaction is the death of desire. and it will be the death of all of you. the rain drops trickle about all around me, the sound coming in waves reminding me to never be afraid. today was the day my life had ended, the life i fought so hard to ensure. everything i had ever wanted was right there in my arms, all i've ever needed. it is silly how easily it was all taken away. now i am stuck back in my all too familiar rut that i gladly carry with a swagger filled strut. each step tracing the rythym that lie in my wake and i believe i can fly. on torn and tattered angelic wings, the damage is what carries me to new heights. the view from here is unspeakable, looking down on all the filth and disease. the peasant no named hacks that become my pavement across their backs have finally begun to understand the grand emasculate plan. born of treachery and chaos only to blossom into a fury soaked rage. content with the melancholy of my sadness. laughter screams out into the wilderness surrounding.
TOTAL IMMORTAL
"Yesterday, you had the world begging on its knees from underneath you. Your destiny was shining it's brilliance that illuminated your future, all signs pointing towards you taking the grand stage as a whirlwind conquering every last maggot and mongrel in your path. then your stupid mouth cashed some checks that bounced so the reaper had to come and take your debt in it's worth of blood from out of your ass. your body now the fodder to sow discontent and fear. marked for destruction, and the instructions are very clear. dismember. mutilate. annihilate. I succumb to this devilish feeling of an ultra violent hate. my vengeance will consume you with a wrath as I spill your brains all over the mat with my stained chrome ball bat. you won't be able to stand any longer on your own, so like a puppet I'll have my hand shoved up your ass and do everything for you. I could make you matter. I could make you shine. You choose to be another lost puppy just barely getting by while scrounging for the scraps from the big dogs. and now I question why I had even bothered trying to save you from the impending massacre. I thought I could create another monster, another true villain that would grow to be like the Despised One, but you're content on being some joke victim that gets killed off screen and never mentioned again."
hours fly like mere seconds, the galaxy above zooms in time lapse that reveals the stories of their ascension of dusk until their approaching descension to dawn. as if it were the hand of pure no bullshit evil. the hand comes from a man who had long ago given up on the decency to care. existence was cruel to this man, punishing him long before his time of deserving was just due. there was nothing but doom to be had for all except the one who had braved the storm and stayed behind, just to catch a glimpse at the horrible face of a force which was beyond their comprehension. the omega level threat that was just patiently biding it’s time until the clock was able to strike nil, and all of these ingrates couldn’t figure out what in the fuck was the big deal. slowly it became apparent that they should never believe anything that they hear, and not really all that they see. the eyes play tricks on the mind when they are forced to bare witness to something shrouded in the bizarre world of the supernatural. a tube shoved down their throats and gagged with the revelation that this man was no longer to be considered human and to be avoided at all possible cost. he had transcended this filthy cesspool of human refuge, with that being what the dark lords called the monkey’s “humanity.” he had fully embraced who and what we were, unashamed any longer. you see.. we have left this candy coated reality you all scratch and claw at so damn much and learned the ultimate truth. You can cry for your hypocrisy and fear and jealousy but the whimpers will always fall upon deaf ears. I will crush your spirits and steal your reality from you, replacing it with the true void that is your new participation prize. total darkness. and so the mind and the eyes will take up arms in battle over what is what and whom is whom. whichever one wins doesn’t matter because the end result is all too much the same. it is always the same. like a curse that gives you the gift of knowledge, the foresight to know danger is coming and you should probably get out of dodge. it would be a fool’s errand to stand your ground and assume in all of your hubris that you are the one to lead the rest towards salvation. that you alone can fight back the rising tide that is consuming your entire existence along with those you share it with. the only matter of fact from the whole ordeal that can bring you some measurement of peace and freedom of freight is that you will not be going through this alone.
all will suffer.
as i have suffered.
"I can't help but to think.. no, no,I can't help but to KNOW that you haven't the slightest idea about what it is you are walking in to. This fucking championship, it is a far more complicated matter than just being shiney. This belt represents absolute carnage in it's purest form. Bodies have been mutilated beyond repair or belief, creating the mythos of XKore. And I have begun to cement it's brutal legacy, the ultra violence that makes weeping little bitches like you shudder and your skin crawl from your bones. The bloodshed that has been washed but stained the mat forever is a symbol of your date with a brief brush of celebrity. Now your only claim to fame will be, "Holy shit, did you see what BRANDON FUCKING MOORE did to, you know, whatever her name is?" You think you know what my playground rules are? Do you think you fit in with my crowd? Because if memory serves me correctly, you tucked tail and ran when faced with a shot at a glorious purpose. Sum all of this shit up in your one tracked mind and come to your own conclusion. The same conclusion that was already reached when the ink swelled onto the pages and this match was made official. What, you don't think you earned this opportunity, doyou? Little one.. this was gift wrapped by yours truly and now I will be delivering it personally, along with your neck as I crash it into the mat with the Everblack. The last memory of you will be how actually horrible you look laying on your back."
follow me, follow me
I can show you everything you weren't supposed to see
like your coven in the sea
their feet all wrapped in concrete
would you like to know when the end truly began? the exact moment in our collective immaterial that the fate of our entire human species was destined to become extinct? are you seriously ready to come to grips with your ultimate demise, and be granted the privilege to be more in tune with the vibrations that surround you inside of every single atom condensed to create matter or are you just a fool? many men have fallen into the wake of torment to find the answers they never even knew they had sought after, only to find that honor was an absent omnipresent component of a false reality.. are you sure you really want the curse of knowledge?
June 23rd, 2007
i can remember the day lucidly, in vibrant trances of present day as they are happening years ago. the sun was scorching our planet while I was being hollered at by damon riggs to run faster, train harder. the imbecile that is the old man had imprinted his former glory on this young teenage street kid who was just starting out. I was beat up and wore down, but still fighting through it all for the promise of the riches and power the old man had offered. I was about to give up, and almost had, but then I could feel a set of eyes from across the yard just watching me. the blonde angel, curious as all hell at the sight of the handsome new recruit. she had witnessed plenty of them come through this compound, but none had ever caught the apple of her eye the way I seemed to have.
OH MY GOD WON'T YOU PLEASE JUST LET ME DIE!?
"I find your lack of faith disturbing. your ignorance to what the belt you're trying to capture represents. this isn't going to be a wrestling match. this ain't even gonna be a hardcore match. death is all that awaits both of us inside those barbwire ropes. many believe whole heartedly that they can just so easily step inside this mental construct of my misery. and they have come along head strong, knowing they have already won before we have even begun. and then reality has slapped each and everyone of them across the face like fate swinging my baseball bat. every foe falls bloodied at my feet, waving their white flag of retreat. they return to the nowhere of their lives, crying that the bad man hurt them everywhere. and now you are just the latest in a long line of fools, marching right along to my parade of chaos. victims of the ultimate truth, fodder to further feed Brandon Moore's ego. they figure, keep the bastard happy so he will leave our "stars" alone. Dru, you are nothing but a chunk of flesh in a bucket just idly waiting your life away for some big wig to come along and finally offer you up to their beast as a treat. and you are so excited like, yay, no more bucket!" my favorite part is the look on their face as it all fall aparts like their limbs, and they get thrown back into the bucket a mangled mess. welp, thanks for playing, now get back into the surplus box of interchangable parts you pitiful excuse for a maggot. have some fucking pride. not everybody gets to know when they are going to die."
the day passed, and when the ridiculous regiment this old bastard called training was over, she had found me all alone out in the yard, just gazing up at the brilliance of an unknown universe. a stargazer lost in the stars. she stood next to me and there were no words exchanged. and in this simple moment, something grand was born. there is no real way to fully explain what this moment encompassed, just that it was a truly magnificently wonderful time. and as the sun set on the tiring day, we had retreated to a bench next to some water out on the land.
"Sure turned out to be a nice night, didn't it?" She said, her voice shaking a little as she was nervous for some reason.
"..yeah.." I said with my head down, the social anxiety immediately gripping my throat.
"I saw you out in the yard earlier, you must be my brothers new pet project. He speaks highly of you, what is your name?"
She looked over towards him, watching as he fidgeted around, she could tell she wasn't the only one shy out there tonight.
my name? uh.. "brandon.."
He didn't ask, but she felt overwhelmingly compelled to tell him her name.
"I'm Michelle. I couldn't help but notice you out there earlier, I could hear my brother barking at you. I was so entranced by you that it was like he wasn't even out there, though. "
"is everyone in this family fucking bat shit?" I thought to myself, but I was intrigued.
She twirled a piece of her hair with her fingers. "Annd I know you saw me, you tried to make it not obvious, but I seen you."
nobody ever sees me.. I panicked. "what, you want a fuggin reward or somethin? what the fuck are we doin here."
She was taken back by his response, her eyes narrowed as she looked at him.
"Whoa, hold on! What is your problem? I was just trying to be nice.."
"...." I couldn't find the words to respond.
"Whatever." she stated as she stood up and went to walk away.
What are you doing you idiot? She was sincerely interested in us and you're gonna be a dick? STOP HER!
"Wayment baby girl." I said as I reached out and grabbed her hand in mine. I stood up and met her body with mine.
"Let me try this again. My name is Brandon Moore, and it is a pleasure to meet a queen such as yourself." The words just jump from my mouth, my eyes locked on with hers. I brought her hand up to my lips, and kissed it softly.
Her eyes lit up and she almost melted into him, her heart racing.
"Oh my.." she almost didn't know what to do or say.
She brought her free hand up to gently caress the side of his face, her eyes watching the reactions on his face.
"I am so happy to meet you, Brandon. "
She rose up onto her toes, and as she went to press her lips into his cheek, he turned his head ever so slightly and their lips met almost perfectly together. A smile crosses her face as she pulls back slowly.
"Oh, I am so sorry.." she lied, she was definitely not sorry that had happened.
"Well, I wasn't expecting that.". A smile crossing my lips. "Sit with me."
I stepped back to the bench and sat down. I led her by hand as she retook the spot on the bench next to me.
"Forgive me, but how are you a part of this family? You don't seem to fit with Damon, or Jenna, or Voo and all those Puppy Wolves."
"Its a long, weird and actually kind of fucked up story actually.." She sighed as she spoke.
"I actually grew up an only child, then a bunch of crazy shit happened and I found out I'm not an only child, but I'm the youngest of three. The Riggs boys.." she shrugged her shoulders.
"Im still getting used to it, I guess. What about you? How did you get involved with Damon?"
"I had just gotten out of prison and my family wouldn't allow me to come home so they home planned me to a halfway house that I showed up to and never returned." I paused as I looked away, the shame hit me in the feels.
"So I was living on the street, and I had just started working at the Scott Trade Center there in the Lou. It is an arena that they play hockey in. And a wrestling show had come through that Damon was main eventing. I was on the bounce guard crew. After the show, I was outback providing security for the wrestlers as they left. A few gang bangers came up from some shit I had going on personally and they jumped me. Damon happened to come out and he assisted me o completely wrecking these motha fuggas. Then blah blah, he heard my story. And then he offered to train me to be a professional wrestler and give me a place to get out of my lifestyle. And here I am." I shook my head with a quick chuckle as I realized I had just ranted.
"Shit, my bad baby girl. Not many people make me feel comfortable enough to just talk. Thank you."
She smiled at him, happy he felt so comfortable to be able to just rant on like that.
"No need to apologize, everyone has a story. And hey, I asked for yours. I'm just glad he was there to help you out and to bring you back here, as well. "
She winked at him playfully.
"Glad for me or glad for you?" I had to know. My arm goes around her, laying on the back of the bench so as not to be too forward, but still get the thought across.
"The most important thing I have to ask though, is how in the fuck did such a gorgeous ass bitch like you come from anything that produced Damon's nose? What the fuck is he smelling all the time?"
"I mean, why can't it be good for both of us?"
She leaned back against his arm, scooting herself a little closer to him, looking into his eyes before smiling at him.
"And trust me, I'm just glad I came out last so I don't have any of the fucked up features either one of my brothers have.. have you met Jason? That poor guys hair is so thin you can see the rough outline of his skull." She chuckled to herself. "But yeah, he always looks like he smells shit or something, doesn't he? Nostrils all flared all the time.."
"You know, you looked good today. But tonight, you look absolutely amazing." My arm now tightly wrapped around her body.
"The stars are reflecting off those beautiful eyes and I feel like I have lost myself in them. There is something about you Michelle. You take my breath away."
"So, not only are you so good-looking, you also have a way with words, Mr. Moore."
She snuggled in against his chest, her eyes locked onto his. She could tell the constant eye contact was a bit of a struggle for him but she couldn't help it.
"Do you want to come inside? I have my own little spot in this big ass prison.." she smiled sweetly while looking to him for response.
"I have a better idea." The smirk on my face quickly comes and goes as I pull her into my lap.
And a gentleman never shares the intimate details of the finer things with his lady. Perverted maggots. Go live vicariously through Paul Montuori or his whore brother Joe Montuori and that adultery commiting cunt niece of mine. I went too dark huh? Now you've just done fucked up maggots. Did I say that already? Fuck it. Anyways, I was talking about the best day of my life, because on that day I had decided to just snatch her up and make her mine, forever, no matter what. You see, that's the part of the story people are misunderstanding. She will always be my lady. There is an old saying boys, "You never really lose your girl, you lose your turn." And you better believe that when my story runs it's course and I make my inevitable baby face turn, redeeming myself and recapturing the love of my life, I will still slap everybody around by the last name of Riggs, Wolf or any of these other fucks who want to doubt me, Michelle by my side. And anybody else that doesn't think I belong here, there, or anywhere.
But I digress.
We had layed out in the grass beneath some kind of tree. I don't really remember which kind. Pine tree? No,no, not a pine tree. Fuck it, it was a tree. We were wrapped in each other's arms within the shadow caused from the brilliant star and moonlight, which was able to show the world it's true brilliance in this darkened area. Through the carnal night we spent ravishing each other, on the other side of that destructive first encounter where at one point we had gone through some weird wooden fence that old prick had for whatever reason, and she rode my face right there in the debris. Sorry. I guess I let a little bit slip. Sorry dear.
It won't happen again, I promise.
When have I ever lied?
BACK TO THE.. UH.. PRESENT?
"You are nothing when compared side by side with a walking epic in the midst of being written. The world has taken notice of the bloody swathe I've sliced and diced through the heart of this profession. You could make the case that I am the single driving force behind this extreme lifestyle of wrestling, and there is none who can compare. Definitely not Druscilla. She wouldn't know the first thing about ultra violence if it was taped to her cunt and exploded. Her and those bone dry sisters she calls a "coven." And they're communing with the spirits of the Earth and it's all hipply Doo blah, plant some trees and be well to each other. God it makes me absolutely fucking sick inside. Scum like you are the true poisoners of this world. Filling their heads and hearts with pointless and weightless endearments of Hope and prosperity. I have come to extinguish that burning flame, climb the mountain and rip the battle flag down and toss it into the trash with all the others who have come before.your senses are going to be what give up on your first. and then your own inner monologue that begs you to listen to reason, and just as you do it resorts to belittling you like the annoying monkey you truly are. come here and dance on the shoulder of real success so maybe they will throw some change at you. well, go on then maggot, entertain us."
a presence tickled a trance upon my flesh, the disturbing nature of the sheer thought drove my spine into a spiked wall. she was standing beneath the only tree bathed in moonlight, illuminated and glowing with all signs pointing here. now, i am not a smart man, but i was smart enough to know that this was where I was supposed to be, when i was supposed to be there. fate is a damned mistress slithering in the grass to swipe out your feet and plant you on your ass. the thud heard around the world. and I slowly faded into another dream.
flashes of a beautiful woman riding me like a white pony. wherever she came from, her beauty was unparalleled.
more flashes of other obscene imagery. I had a straw shoved in her pussy and I was snorting what appeared to be cocaine. my eyes were grown in madness, and this unleashes a beast within me.
flash again, her body beneath me as I have her arms pinned above her head on a ground of dirt. her moans something other worldly. her eyes begging, "please daddy, fuck me like you own me!"
who the fuck was she?
flash forward, and this one flickers with quick stop motion images of her covered in blood while she was riding reverse cowgirl. I am able to see my hands, a large kitchen knife in my right hand with blood from the tip of the blade down to my wrist, and it was dripping profusely.
flash to a slow motion pan out to reveal a motel room with two beds. me and this goddess on one, covered in blood. some old geezer laying in the other, where once was white, now the darkest hue of death there ever was.
and then everything went dark.
several hours later..
the sun began to beat me down before I even had a chance to recollect myself from the night before and my eyes slowly open. my head pulses with the decadence the darkness had left behind, the memories overlapping. the dirt was tickling my nostril as each puff of breath created clouds of dust that swirled away from my face. i used my hands to push myself up and over into a seated position. the sunlight blistered my eyes, causing me to raise a hand and cover them. one eye is squeezed shut, the other barely able to make anything out. everything is spinning in my head, and my thoughts drift away from me. wobbling from side to side, i somehow manage to make my way up ten toes tall. my vision clears up a little bit, as i am able to make out my surroundings. nothing but trees again. why do i always end up back out here?
my head turns one way, before making the rounds. nothing but forest, so i just picked a direction and began to wander aimlessly. here i was, days away from having to defend my xkore championship against Dru at what would be the final show under the opw banner, and i was lost in the sticks. the reason why eludes me, but is caught in the web of my tangled mind. it was right there, yet out of my reach. millimeters away from the tips of my fingers, laughing at and mocking me. my perception is blind to the fact that i was not okay, yet that very thought was okay in my mind. the woodland creatures had began to gather around when i put my ass onto a stump in a clear crop passage. first a pair of buck and doe, little bambi hopping about behind them. then a family of rabbits, their white fur sticking out in the wooded picture. a chipmunk scurries across the ground and climbs first up my leg, then my chest, and up onto my shoulder where it perches itself, standing on it’s two back legs.
"who was that last night?" I ponder as I scratch the chipmunk beneath his tiny adorable chin with my index finger.
two hands reach out from behind me, and a voice that offers me comfort for some reason.
"there you are, we why did you run off on me mister?" the delicate and soft voice ask as she steps over in front of me.
"you just disappeared."
I look up at her, as does the chipmunk. She was absolutely sexy. I had to take a second and choose my next words wisely. fuck it I'm just gonna go with the truth, my days already fucked.
"lady, who the hell are you?" I said, pre-flinching in anticipation of that customary slap to the face.
She seemed to get quite annoyed, but was able to quickly blow it off, a look of excitement in her eyes as she looks at me.
"I'm Ronnie, why don't you remember that? this is only like the 13th time we've met up in the woods and fucked each other's brains out.
"Damnit Anubis.." I mutter under my breath.
"When did this start?"
she looked at me in confusion, but answered the question anyway.
"Ohhh, I would say about almost a year ago now."
"a fucking year!?" I accidently blurt out. but fuck it.
"I whole fucking year!?"
"what the hell Brandon, why don't you remember any of this?" she demanded to know, as evidenced by her sudden shift in tone.
I really didn't know what the fuck to say now. that son of a bitch has fucked up my life, yet again. god damnit. but I had to think fast. luckily that is the one reason I have survived this long in life, and in this business. so, without even much thought, I figured my way out of this.
"shit baby girl, I'm sorry. I'm still a bit fucked up from all that cocaine n whatever the fuck else you were sticking in me and up me" I get out within a rapid succession.
She sees right through my bullshit.
"Don't ever try to fuck me Brandon Moore." she sternly says as she grabs me by my dick.
"only he gets to fuck me. and the rest of you is mine. now tell me what you've been trying to do with this Druscilla White bitch"
"Druscilla?" I question.
"I wasn't trying to be sexual with her. I was just gonna use the bitch to further my own agenda."
"And Ripley?" she asks, gripping more tightly on my boys.
"we can share her!" I exclaim. you never know unless you ask. or in my case, demand.
She gripped my dick harder.
"You want me to share you with her? Well then now you are going to destroy this whore Druscilla, aren't you?" She says, her voice full of that wonderful hatred.
I was in love instantly.
"Yes." I answer, slightly feeling the pain growing in my love sack.
"Say it." she asks.
"I'm going to destroy her." I reply.
She grabs me by the hair.
"SAY IT!" she demands.
"I'M GONNA FUCKING MURDER THIS BITCH" I explode, pleasure filling Ronnie's face like a kid at Christmas.
"I have a better idea darling. Go, and give her one more chance to join you by your side, and if she accepts, we will turn her into another pawn in your future plan my love." she says as she runs her hand along my chest and shoulder as she walks by me to leave.
"Don't let me down."
And I had no fucking clue what she was talking about. but I just decided to go with it.
fuck it..
what's the worst that could happen?