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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 25 2010, 01:42 AM (74 Views) | |
| Jazz | Jan 25 2010, 01:42 AM Post #1 |
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Resident Hell Raiser
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What happens when everything falls apart does the world stop for a moment? Does it wait for life to get back to normality before continuing down its pre-determined roads or does it leave you behind- forcing you to fight that much harder for the familiarity you once took for granted. Words won’t catch you up to the life that’s leaving you behind. Several years ago, in a school gym out of Dallas was a little wrestling company called UCA. Those deemed unfit for larger companies, not fitting the “image” for such bigger companies found their way here- branded as misfits, miscreants and rogues they fought for their name earning the respect of fans. Nothing lasts forever though. They closed down in late August of 2009, bankruptcy claiming another victim- some of their talent managed to achieve higher status in other companies, others faded into oblivion- to this day, the die-hard fans still posted in the forums of their website- reminiscing, recounting and wishing for one more chance to see their favourite performers, see their favourite feuds replayed and resolved. Those fans were about to get their wish. =/=Angel sits by on a bleacher in an old school gym- bleacher stands lined around the edges, with chairs resurrected in the surrounding space. It was apparent the gym got very little use, the bleachers were creaky and unsteady, their warning as to the fact they could give way anytime. The chairs had collected layer of dust, undisturbed for times- scattered hazardously across the scratched and scarred up floor- in the middle of the gym stands a ring, the old canvas stained with splatters of blood, faded with age. Ring ropes of black stand taut around the ring- even after being abandoned for years, memories from this place still resonated and in just over a week she’d be here again, just like the old times... UCA Redefine- a one night only event... The evil mastermind that was Mike Crisis, had resurrected this beast- for the performers, for the fans, for the memories.=/= Mike had called Angel over a week ago, she hadn’t believed it was him to begin with- some sort of sick joke maybe, she hadn’t spoken to him since a little after she left UCA... Maybe that was because his brother was Cheetor McQuade, which would certainly have to be a reason... Angel had helped found the company... Angel, Crisis and McQuade- the founding members, they were nearly 15 and 16 respectively at that time. They hardly used their real names around each other anymore; they’d been worked in the ring so much together that their true names had been lost in the cycle, friends and allies at all times during their UCA careers. =/=The recollections flooded her mind, not that it helped much cause she already had a lot up there- everything was a swirling mass of words, unable to make sense of most of it. She leaned back, the threat of splinters and nails were enough to deter most but it just made everything here more... real. This place hadn’t been used since the last event, she couldn’t recall the name of it- nor the matches but the atmosphere was something she’d never forget- so much emotion entailed that night, everyone was on edge- unsure what they’d do without this. Angel hadn’t worked that night, she’d left weeks before to pursue the CWF, but it didn’t stop her being in attendance- she’d given years of her life to this and she would be damned if she didn’t see the end of it.=/= ???: I thought I’d find you here... =/=A familiar voice broke her silence, she didn’t need to turn around to know exactly who it was, Mike Crisis sat beside her on the bleacher- the guy hadn’t changed a moment as far as she was concerned, but when you’d known someone for as long as they’d known each other- time meant nothing. He placed a hand on her shoulder, just like their old days- he saw straight through her- or at least he liked to think so.... Cocky bastard. She smiled thoughtfully, nothing needed to be said, they just sat- staring at the remains of their past years- remembering all those times they stood as enemies an d allies.=/= Crisis: You know you don’t have to do this... I asked cause I thought you’d wanna help with all the backstage stuff... Not get out in the ring as well Angel: I want to- you know I can’t help myself... Crisis: Yeah, I know- just like you couldn’t help but challenge me all those times Angel: What can I say- you have a big mouth... =/=Mike hit her arm playfully before sighing heavily=/= Crisis: I been watching your work, Angel: Pervert Crisis: Not in that way! Angel: Sure sure, but moving on... Any thoughts Crisis: You have certainly done us proud, representing what we’ve had to offer... I’m more than proud, and I’m sure your parents would be too Angel: If they could remain sober and out of prison long enough then maybe they would if they were here... Crisis: Perhaps so... You nervous? Angel: About what... Crisis: Hey, I maybe occasionally ignorant but I’m not dumb- I know about your big ppv match coming up... Angel: Eh- the guys a douche bag, should I be worried? Crisis: Come on, I can see straight through that big macho charade you so commonly use... Angel: Are you calling me a man? Crisis: I can if you want... Angel: Just get on with it you big idiot... Crisis: As long as I’ve known you, you’ve always hidden behind a complex design of emotional smoke and mirrors- which usually suffices most, but through the years I’ve seen more and more- and I know when you’re getting nervous behind that illusion of yours so spill... Angel: Look I’m not nervous- I’ve seen what this guy can do, but I’m not intimidated- he can play monster all he wants... I don’t believe in the bogeyman hiding under my bed or in my closet. As far as I’m concerned the guy is an overrated, sleazy man-whore, like seriously- who in their right mind picks up street trash and take it home with them, and then shares it with their woman? Please... The guy is a natural born follower, a sheep following a badly disguised wolf- if he can stand up and be a real man then maybe, just maybe he might be a worthwhile Impact champ- too bad he has to go through me, a challenge easier said than done... Crisis: I’ve done it... Angel: Don’t start running your mouth man- I hold a few pinfall and submission victories over you... And I’m not including our tag team and gimmick matches Crisis: So- I hold more over you... Angel: Are you bitter cause I kicked your ass in a street fight? Crisis: No- cause I whipped your ass in a glass table scaffold match... Angel: Bullshit- I beat you in that match! They called it as a draw but it was soooo obvious you fell first. Crisis: We’ve had this argument more times than I care to remember Angel: Then stop bringing it up! Crisis: Fine! =/=Mike fake pouts, getting a giggle from Angel- ah the good old times, how she missed them- days where all the good things in life felt as if they could last forever=/= Crisis: On a serious note Angel: I’m listening... Crisis: I know you’re gonna bite my head off but please listen- the situation between you and McQuade Angel: Look there is no issue there- he’s done his bit, I’ve done mine- as far as I’m concerned I’m done with all that, he can have his prissy little slut. Crisis: They broke up Angel: Huh? Crisis: yeah- not long after SOMEONE beat the living crap out of her, they broke it off... Do you realize how much he talks about you- still? What you two had was special Angel: It was special for me- for him, I don’t know or care what it was... Crisis: You still care Angel: No I don’t- he can die in a pit of rusty nails as far as I’m concerned Crisis: Listen to yourself! You can’t fool me on this stuff... I can see in your soul that deep down there is a little piece of you that still has feelings for him Angel: You are so full of shit Crisis: And you know what? Maybe- just maybe he might feel the same way... Angel: Why don’t you go play crystal ball with him then? Crisis: He’s gonna be at UCA’s Redefine- talk to him... At least try, maybe you’ll find the closure you obviously crave... =/=Mike got to his feet, the dusty bleachers creaking beneath his large frame- a small cloud of dust following his movement- surrounding Angel in the process. She dusted herself off, as the disturbed filth settles back to its rightful place for the time being- with Mike’s presence gone she returned to her beloved silence=/= Genesis, the name is biblical in origin- as are the battles arranged to be fought on the hallowed grounds- a King of naught, a leader to none squares off with a fiery but damaged queen- the two are forces to be reckoned with, many have fallen along their respective paths- and now? Their paths of destruction will cross... The king lacks an army, his claims that he won’t need them- pre-determined and illusionary... That poor fucker is gonna need all the help he can get. He makes a valid point of sorts- a wounded animal, her back against the wall- more dangerous than any healthy animal ever could be but do not fear oh mighty king... The queen of swords has a plan- maybe your advantage is soon to be nullified, then what can you do? Pray for mercy and hope that you’re lucky stars have aligned. Its fire vs. ice if you will- the inferno raging inside the queen sets to strike the icy heart of a calculating king- no, I’m not making a seductive move- had I done so, you’d already be wrapped around my little finger... I don’t need a king, a man by my side- for this battle I stand alone, can you handle it? You can say you can but that doesn’t mean shit- the mouth lies, the eyes however cannot- they can deceive but never lie. I dare you to move for the crown- not that of gold but that of ‘control’, I dare you to challenge for Chaolin’s chaotic prize- be the leader of your own cult of fools, it will be obvious to you when your fox falls before a lion- you have honour, a attribute your leader lacks- consider my words... Maybe you’ll live up to the King name when you take the Cyndi-cunt crown. I’d much rather disband your merry little crew with a true King in charge- not a mere mortal hiding behind his mystical words... Consider my words- unlike your boss, I dare not lie to someone I respect. =/=Angel laughs to herself, knowing there is no-one within earshot- she leaves the grime laden bleachers, the stained canvas and undying memories, making herself a promise to return in just over a week... For the moment however, there was a plan to put into action=/= ************************************************************* =/=Mere days before the battle that was to be Genesis, in Dallas a small physicians practice in downtown Dallas was about to be a saviour of sorts. The gold tag on the door stated “Dr. Christian Martin” followed by the usual PhD, and all those other abbreviated accolades that you kinda just ignore when your reading the name on the door, the whole office was buzzing- people coming and going rapidly, all in a hurry to get where they were going, acting as if the appointments they themselves made were an inconvenience. Others sat by in the cramped waiting area, some tapping impatiently while others shoot dirty looks at those that might not fit in with their clique- this place certainly did attract all sorts. It was amazing how such a simple place could attract so many people from so many different walks of life.=/= =/=The door swings open to the waiting area, threatening to come clean off the hinges- many of those in the waiting room turning from the celebrity gossip magazines to judge the newest addition to their little waiting club. Angel appeared in the doorway, raising her sunglasses onto her head and readjusting her hair and clothes- as if the opinions of those around her actually affected her. She could practically see the gears in their heads ticking away, trying to find a socially appropriate reaction to her based on their social hierarchy standing. Soon as she moved into the waiting room, she was flowed by a large, familiar figure- Cain had come to Dallas perhaps the day before or so, so she’d dragged him along to this little meeting of sorts- if peoples reaction to Angel were something to marvel then their reaction to Cain were worth a thousand words and as many photos. =/= =/=The waiting room was small-ish, a door leading off to the side where the good doctor would pop out and fetch his next patient- while Angel went up to the reception, letting them know of her arrival- Cain went for a seat, though for a guy his size, that in itself was a rather amusing challenge. Chairs weren’t built for a guy of his size. Cain finally managed to squeeze into a seat when Angel came over and dropped down beside him, a nervous sigh escaping her, Cain looked at her curiously- she still hadn’t explained the purpose for this visit but was sure that if she wanted him to know she’d tell him already- in the meantime however, she had immersed herself in one of those cheap magazine analysing the private lives of the rich and infamous.=/= =/=A short man of 50-ish appeared at the side door with a clipboard in hand, he had a doctor-ish appearance about him, whether that was due to the white coat or the stethoscope sitting around his neck like an award or something. He looked towards Angel who’d briefly pulled her eyes away from some apparently scandalous photos of two b-list celebs hanging out at some club, he nodded at her before she got to her feet making her way over- Cain almost missing the exchange, quickly pulled himself up and followed closely- avoiding the lustful stares of some of the others waiting around.=/= Angel: Thanks for fitting me in Doc Doctor: Anything for you my dear... It’s been awhile, last time I saw you was... Angel: After the crash =/=Cain stood by as they exchanged pleasantries before Angel turns to him- casually introducing them=/= Cain: I don’t mean to be rude but how do you know each other? Doctor: I’ve been her family doctor since she was 7... Watched this little trouble maker grow up, I knew her parents =/=An awkward silence followed, Angel silently makes her way into the examination room. It wasn’t special in anyway- still had that overly sterile smell and feel of cleanliness that shouldn’t exist anywhere.=/= Doctor: Now what can I do for you, it sounded rather urgent on the phone... Angel: I need a favour of sorts; I done some research and need your help Doctor: I’m listening Angel: Only doctors can prescribe ‘Cortisone shots’, I know what it entails, what they are and what they do... =/=The doctor sighed heavily, he knew what she was after and didn’t want to have to go into that realm but he also knew how persistent Angel was, she’d gotten what she wanted out of him before and he knew she’d be ready to do it again.=/= Cain: Aren’t they highly addictive? Angel: Addictive is probably the wrong word, some people begin to depend on it, base their existence around it even. Please doc, I need you to do this... =/=The doctor sighed again before leaving the room- Angel stared at the ceiling, no words needed to be exchanged- they both knew the risks and as much as Cain didn’t like what she was about to do, he knew she wouldn’t be taking this risk if it wasn’t worth it for her=/= =/=The doctor returned with a thin hypodermic needle, the type commonly seen hanging out of a druggies arm or something, filled with a clear-ish liquid- Angel’s eyes never left that needle, was she going pale? Maybe it was just the light, reflecting off these overly clean walls- the doctor tried to smile at Angel, it was obvious he didn’t want to do this=/= Cain: So... What exactly is that? Angel: Hard to explain but a cortisone shot is usually comprised of a steroid hormone, produced naturally in the body- a natural inflammatory etc combined with a topical anaesthetic for a numbing effect... =/=The doctor looked at her curiously, she shrugged at him=/= Angel: I did my research... =/=The next few moments were a mixture of disturbing, macabre yet rather interesting- the doctor, after removing the knee brace and strapping managed to slide that needle straight towards the joint of the knee, and unlike most people who would look as far away as humanly possible- Angel watched that needle pierce the skin and dive further into the affected area- a gross fascination on her face=/= =/=The room fell into silence, as the doctor withdrew the empty needle- the doctor forced a smile at both Angel and Cain before disappearing. The rest of the day became a blur, a state of euphoria- was life like this before? A life without so much pain? Possibly- but she knew it couldn’t last forever... Hopefully it just lasted Genesis.=/= =/=Back at the Angel household, Cain resumed his beer drinking outside while Angel managed to disappear upstairs without much reasoning... Houdini like, she was... Cain however got bored quickly of his drinking alone, making his way upstairs- it was easy to tell she was up there... Her bloody music was blasting as per usual.=/= Wake me up inside, Wake me up inside, Call my name and save me from the dark, Bid my blood to run, Before I come undone Save me from the nothing I’ve become ....Bring me to life =/=Angel sat cross-legged, well, nearly cross legged on her bed, her eyes closed- mouthing along to the words that screamed from the poor computer speakers. They got so much abuse. Cain sat beside her, placing a heavy hand on her shoulder- Angel opened her eyes and looked at him in response=/= Cain: Watchya thinking about kiddo... Angel: King nothing, stuff he said, Genesis etc... Cain: Care to share? Angel: Do you know this song? =/=Cain shook his head=/= Angel: Well first of all you have no sense, or taste of music... Secondly its “Bring Me To Life” by Evanescence- and I’m playing it for a reason, it helps get me in the right frame of mind... Cain: Ah okay? Angel: Listen to the lyrics... Now that I know what I’m without, You can’t just leave me, Breathe into me and make me real, Bring me to life... Cain: I’m listening... Angel: What does it mean to you...? What does it make you feel? =/=Cain shrugs his shoulders, Angel groans getting rather frustrated=/= Angel: For me- it puts me in a killer frame of mind... It takes something like this to unleash an animal, an animal I’ve held back for fear of it taking over my very being but sometimes you have to unleash this animal- if it depends on your survival, your livelihood then another persons life is worth that sacrifice- at least when that person is King Nothing. he can talk about a wounded animal attracting the wolves but what if the wounded animal is another wolf, another predator- much more dangerous than your average killer... Poor guy won’t know what fucking hit him. Its taken his violence, his actions and words for me to bring this animal to life, bring the predator out of its peaceful slumber- waking the beast... I want him to wake up the beast, make me bleed, make me scream cause it’ll enrage the animal more and it’s gonna fucking rip him to shreds... Wake me up inside, Wake me up inside, Call my name and save me from the dark, Bid my blood to run, Before I come undone, Save me from the nothing I’ve become Bring me to life, Bring me to life, Bring me to life.... =/=Angel smiles as the final piano dies- she had no disadvantage now, no more target- just a fucking angry animal, the King had awoken a long slumbered beast inside the queen and now the king stands before the queen at a new beginning- not realizing just what he’s brought back to life.=/= (P.S- Srry for being a bit past the deadline peeps- had busy weeks with doctors and physio etc etc etc, please don't hold it against me! Sorry again peeps!!!!!) |
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