Post by Brandon Hendrix on Oct 9, 2021 17:12:56 GMT -5
We now enter the neighborhood inside the city of Dallas, Texas, but not a single soul wanders the streets of a ghost town of Indianola, deserted in the 1980's by a hurricane that did damage beyond reconstruction, that the entire population within the town was forced to evacuate and move to other towns. Tumbleweeds scurry across the dirt road as the lower body of someone walking down the dirt road, tan timberlands on with cargo pants covering his bare skin. The figure stops in his tracks as the camera zooms in as it moves upwards and to the right to a run down building with the simple title of "Saloon". The creaking sounds of footsteps is caught by the camera's audio microphone before the doors open up and the person enters the saloon. An old rusted chair is pulled out and then another creak is heard, and the movements of the person's legs indicate they are sitting down on the chair, and proceeds to scoot the chair in closer to the countertop. The camera finally is lifted up to reveal the upper body of Angelo Caitol, whose face is plastered with a look of determination and focusness. He runs his fingers through his hair, his fingertips meeting his upper neck before meeting his other hand and placing them both on the countertop.
" I.. I tried… I tried and tried and tried but GOD DAMMIT! NO MATTER HOW FUCKING HARD I TRY AND TRY I KEEP LOSING! I SWEAR EVERY TIME I STEPPED INTO THE RING, I AM AS GOOD AS I ONCE WAS! Just……. AHHHHHHH!"
Brad slams his fist on the countertop, which causes the poorly designed and extremely fragile wooden object to collapse and break. Brad starts breathing harder and harder as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He gets up from his seat and runs his hand through his hair again, shaking his head slowly.
"Mom, Dad, I know you're watching from above, and I already told you that I'm no longer the boy you're used to seeing, but all this time, I thought your souls were here to help me, but I've felt nothing but disappointment after each loss I consume. It forces my hand…"
"Valkyire."
"You have absolutely ZERO FUCKING CLUE WHO YOU'RE PROVOKING! I'M THE FUCKER…. who has his own history of violence outside his demons. I piledriven a man to a near paralyzing afterlife."
Both men are on top on of the cell roof, fighting with punches and elbows to the skull of each other. Angelon with a knee to his opponents gut and placed his head between Angelo's legs. A disturbed look appears on his face as he hooks both his opponents and hooks his legs. He can't be thinking of what I think he's thinking of! He lifts his opponent up and nails a Package Piledriver, sending both Angelo and his opponent through the ceiling, both men sent crashing to the mat. One lays motionless, while Angelo lays on his back side his opponent, laughing.
"But after I got clean, you'd think I'd lay off killing myself…."
"Haha."
"I got worse. You talked about bleeding? About busting me open? YOU THINK I NEVER TASTED MY OWN BLOOD?!?! Darling.. I enjoy it."
Angelo pulls with all his strength before simply letting go. He stumbles over to the railing to keep himself up. He reaches to his back and pulls a piece of the glass that went into his skin from the light tube. He then grabs Kenji by the head and slowly pulls him up before dragging him to the apron and pushes him into the room. Caito drops to his knees and lifts the skirt of the ring up and reaches under the ring for something. He weakly pulls on something, which in view is a makeshift stand with light tubes and the crowd is anticipating what's going to happen. He pulls it out and in a spot that he looks at the ring then it. He stumbles to the ring before pulling himself up. But with all the time taken, Kenji caught his composure and got to his feet. He then ran and jumped over the barbed wire and hits Angelo with a wicked Canadian Destroyer that puts them both through the light tubes with an eruption from the crowd. Angelo, with blood pouring down his face, his body brutalized, and his arm still in deep pain, showing his bravery and resilience to lean up and spit a blood filled spitball into the face of Julius. Julius slowly wipes his face and his anger grows, he grabs Angelo both hands by the throat and forces him up. He then wraps his hands around the head of Caito and starts to squeeze his skull, before he starts bashing the back of his head against the metal door of the locker, dazing him more. Julius let's go as Angelo dazing over to him before Julius grabs Angelo by the throat and lifts him up and turns, chokeslaming Caito through a glass table. Julius looks down at the broken damage done by him as he staggerly places his foot onto the chest of Angelo, and the ref counts one, two, and thr- NO! ANGELO KICKED OUT!
"What was it you said? That for everyone in that match, you were to break their hearts, and everything else? Huh, I feel fine. Only annoyed that a pissant decided to get involved in something he shouldn't have. I get it, it's Arik and replacing your sister. You get a chance to be in a title match, you take it. But young man, if you ever screw me of a title match again, then your career will be a short lived one, and that's not that egomaniac Arik or anyone else talking. Fuck with me, and you die."
"Valkyire…. You Sniveling Cunt… you don't know what you got yourself into…"
~Days later~
"Have you heard about the man, who can't be destroyed? He was electrocuted. He was sent to hell. But he keeps....coming ...back"
"Have you heard about the man, who can't be destroyed? He was electrocuted.
He was sent to hell.
But he keeps....coming ...back"
Lighting strikes, and when the rain pours, it never stops. The scenery is now set within the yard of a home. The inside lights are on, and a female is in the window of what seems to the kitchen of the house doing something that cannot be seen. Something blocks the view of the room, something of a mass. The mass starts moving forward, becoming the full outline of a human being. We're now taken inside of the house to the female, now being shown to be washing dishes at the sink until she is interrupted by a knock on the door. She stops what she's doing, uses the hand towel to dry her hands before walking over to the door and opens it.
"Yes can I he- Angelo? What are you doing here? It's not your week to pick up the children."
Angelo stands in front of her: dressed in a black jacket, black t-shirt, black jeans, and black and white Jordan's.
"Where is it Abigail?"
"W-what are you talking about?"
"My… mask. Where is it? I know you have it. Especially after you gave it to that homeless broke down veteran who couldn't live up to the name that was bestowed upon the mask. I'm the only one who can not only perfect, but understand the power within my hands. Not some broken hearted freak that you found on the side of the road. If you have any smarts, you'd do the right thing and give me my FUCKING MASK!"
Abigail flinches a bit at the raise of tone Angelo had. She looks at him dead in the eyes before sighing.
"You want it? Fine. Follow me."
Abigail turns and starts heading to a room of the house, followed by Angelo. She opens the door and flips the light switch to reveal an office room. She sighs slightly as she walks into the room and approaches the closet.
"Up there. In the dark wood box."
She points up at the top of the closet before backing away. Angelo steps forward as Abigail steps to the door.
"Angelo."
He stops and turns his head to Abigail, who's halfway out the door.
"You know what it does to you mentally. Don't let it ruin your mind again."
She exits the room, leaving Angelo alone. He looks at his hands for a second before tightly clenching them together. He tilts his head up at the top of the closest, reaching upwards and pulling down the very box. He stares at the box, marked with the name that he went by when claiming that mask:
Nanovirus.
Angelo places his fingers on the engraved symbol of the name, and the chills running up his arm. He closes his eyes and a slow grin appears on his face.
"Satanás está en casa."
~Next Day~
In the purest of darkness, a building shadows over houses. Lighting strikes and flashes the building to be a church. "Nanovirus" walks up to the church with a leather jacket on and sunglasses on not spreading any emotion towards the church's massive and teriffing scenery. "Nanovirus" pushes open the doors and enters the church. "Nanovirus" walks up to the booth where a priest is inside waiting for more souls to confess themselves. "Nanovirus" takes off his jacket and places it on the bench and takes his glasses off and places them into the jacket pocket. Before entering the other booth, "Nanovirus" kneels and prays in Italian.
"Che il diavolo abbia misericordia di Dio." [May The Devil Have Mercy On God]
Nanovirus gets up and enters the booth. Nanovirus sits down on the chair as the priest slides open to see the devilish Nanovirus
"Heavenly Father-"
Nanovirus holds his hand up and the priest immediately stops. Nanovirus lowers his hand and laughs before he begins to speak out.
"You want to know why God is just a myth? Because why would a God do anything for those who say they will change but not those who do good by the Lord? Those who help a homeless person on the side of the street, donate to charity, or even save lives? Why does he take them first and leave all ready for hell to leave this earth last? There is no God. But there is a Satan. He whispers to me on my objectives on earth. To spread his name in agony. To be.... Next in line for the throne."
The priest looks scared and tries to leave, but Nanovirus punches through the screen and grabs the priest's arm. The priest looks back in horror as Nanovirus chuckles. Nanovirus then viciously yanks the priest towards him, causing the priest's head to hit the wood. Nanovirus gets up and exits the booth and heads over to the priest who is busted open. Nanovirus smirks and begins to walk around. The lights dim down then rise back up as demons fill the room.
"My resurrection has been dispatched. Thy blood runs through the veins of one, but the corruption it claims, is one of damnation."
If I’m drawn and quartered tomorrow, I wish for my beliefs to be echoed by the masses in only the manner of which I followed.
To live as I wish.
To die as I may.
At its core, this is freedom."
"Nanovirus" takes a step off the stage, and the demons disappear. The lighting in the room dims down, and a spotlight shines on this demon.
"Rest easy Angelo. I am here. And I won't stop till I extinguish Valkyrie and claim the Ascension Championship, putting an end to her existence… once and for all."
“Mindless children chatter on, tantruming when insecure about things they can’t understand. They demand so much that their wishes be fulfilled, they pride themselves on having the world bend to their wishes, conforming to their wishes solely to comfort them. They live in this euphoria so long that they forget exactly who they are. Their minor high mutates, transforming them into pretentious monsters coated in entitlement. They contend to know everything, they believe that useless information makes them intelligent, so they spout what is supposed to be secrets, as to shock the world as to how much they can grasp, to prove some sense of worth to themselves. Perhaps I could view it as comical in a sense, that people are so easily fooled by gilded words, that people believe so deeply in the alchemy that their charlatans produce, that they hold onto every word as if it’s gold.”
"For men like me, pain and anguish is nothing foreign. Most people don’t know how to handle the weight of their world collapsing around then, but we know it so well that it has become a second nature. When you know nothing but hopelessness, there is no choice but to wallow. You either let the darkness consume you, or you will be crushed under its immense weight. And yet, the feelings change when you finally see a sliver of the light in front of you. When you start to believe that maybe there is hope after all. After all the years of fighting the darkness, maybe it’s finally laid down it’s defense to let you finally walk away. And when you walk towards the light, only to find that it never existed in the first place, a false oasis in the dry desert, that’s when you decide that the darkness has finally won."
"I watched those I had considered comrades, or begrudging acquaintances even, run like lambs to slaughter into a futile battle against them. Those who I learned to value, in whichever sense, would see those brave men be suffocated in their revolt and rather than put forth their own united stand, conceded for a just a mere swig of that precious elixir of eminence. It became saddening to watch them cling on for dear life to those rusting trinkets of a kingdom’s endless fortune, unattainable yet still so tempting enough to make the honest fibred mutate into creatures of gluttony, droughted lips touting the tales of dire, short lived fables after the extent of their worthlessness had dawned and the sands of time had reared its head. To end that poverty for good, to cut my own losses of love, passion and blissful ignorance, would have provided me more relief than any amount of titles. I felt...…..so strongly about this that allowing one of those degenerates into my own sanction was enough of a compromise so long as the ends justified the means. And for my sacrifices, for what I believed to be worthy measures…..I was left to contemplate and settle with a world of disgrace. Ending in much of the same way it had began. Staring into the lights, feeling every bit of criticism levied become who I was to many."
Valkyrie, you die with your Championship reign at Bloodbath, because I promise, it's going to be yours on the 31st. Also, I like to take a moment and pay tribute to my pals known as "Chimera". Because while this victory is dedicated to them, this church and your hopes of beating me is like anyone who crossed them…."
"Nanovirus" walked back to his jacket, picking it up off the bench and placing it back on. He reaches into the jacket pocket and pulls out a lighter, lighting the fire.
"We're going to watch them burn."
He tosses the light lighter on the draps and watches it catch on fire. Nanovirus takes his sunglasses out and puts them on. He exits the building as the fire spreads more and spreads faster and faster by the moment.
"Welcome to MY Highway To Hell. Buckle up bitch."
" I.. I tried… I tried and tried and tried but GOD DAMMIT! NO MATTER HOW FUCKING HARD I TRY AND TRY I KEEP LOSING! I SWEAR EVERY TIME I STEPPED INTO THE RING, I AM AS GOOD AS I ONCE WAS! Just……. AHHHHHHH!"
Brad slams his fist on the countertop, which causes the poorly designed and extremely fragile wooden object to collapse and break. Brad starts breathing harder and harder as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He gets up from his seat and runs his hand through his hair again, shaking his head slowly.
"Mom, Dad, I know you're watching from above, and I already told you that I'm no longer the boy you're used to seeing, but all this time, I thought your souls were here to help me, but I've felt nothing but disappointment after each loss I consume. It forces my hand…"
"Valkyire."
"You have absolutely ZERO FUCKING CLUE WHO YOU'RE PROVOKING! I'M THE FUCKER…. who has his own history of violence outside his demons. I piledriven a man to a near paralyzing afterlife."
Both men are on top on of the cell roof, fighting with punches and elbows to the skull of each other. Angelon with a knee to his opponents gut and placed his head between Angelo's legs. A disturbed look appears on his face as he hooks both his opponents and hooks his legs. He can't be thinking of what I think he's thinking of! He lifts his opponent up and nails a Package Piledriver, sending both Angelo and his opponent through the ceiling, both men sent crashing to the mat. One lays motionless, while Angelo lays on his back side his opponent, laughing.
"But after I got clean, you'd think I'd lay off killing myself…."
"Haha."
"I got worse. You talked about bleeding? About busting me open? YOU THINK I NEVER TASTED MY OWN BLOOD?!?! Darling.. I enjoy it."
Angelo pulls with all his strength before simply letting go. He stumbles over to the railing to keep himself up. He reaches to his back and pulls a piece of the glass that went into his skin from the light tube. He then grabs Kenji by the head and slowly pulls him up before dragging him to the apron and pushes him into the room. Caito drops to his knees and lifts the skirt of the ring up and reaches under the ring for something. He weakly pulls on something, which in view is a makeshift stand with light tubes and the crowd is anticipating what's going to happen. He pulls it out and in a spot that he looks at the ring then it. He stumbles to the ring before pulling himself up. But with all the time taken, Kenji caught his composure and got to his feet. He then ran and jumped over the barbed wire and hits Angelo with a wicked Canadian Destroyer that puts them both through the light tubes with an eruption from the crowd. Angelo, with blood pouring down his face, his body brutalized, and his arm still in deep pain, showing his bravery and resilience to lean up and spit a blood filled spitball into the face of Julius. Julius slowly wipes his face and his anger grows, he grabs Angelo both hands by the throat and forces him up. He then wraps his hands around the head of Caito and starts to squeeze his skull, before he starts bashing the back of his head against the metal door of the locker, dazing him more. Julius let's go as Angelo dazing over to him before Julius grabs Angelo by the throat and lifts him up and turns, chokeslaming Caito through a glass table. Julius looks down at the broken damage done by him as he staggerly places his foot onto the chest of Angelo, and the ref counts one, two, and thr- NO! ANGELO KICKED OUT!
"What was it you said? That for everyone in that match, you were to break their hearts, and everything else? Huh, I feel fine. Only annoyed that a pissant decided to get involved in something he shouldn't have. I get it, it's Arik and replacing your sister. You get a chance to be in a title match, you take it. But young man, if you ever screw me of a title match again, then your career will be a short lived one, and that's not that egomaniac Arik or anyone else talking. Fuck with me, and you die."
"Valkyire…. You Sniveling Cunt… you don't know what you got yourself into…"
~Days later~
"Have you heard about the man, who can't be destroyed? He was electrocuted. He was sent to hell. But he keeps....coming ...back"
"Have you heard about the man, who can't be destroyed? He was electrocuted.
He was sent to hell.
But he keeps....coming ...back"
Lighting strikes, and when the rain pours, it never stops. The scenery is now set within the yard of a home. The inside lights are on, and a female is in the window of what seems to the kitchen of the house doing something that cannot be seen. Something blocks the view of the room, something of a mass. The mass starts moving forward, becoming the full outline of a human being. We're now taken inside of the house to the female, now being shown to be washing dishes at the sink until she is interrupted by a knock on the door. She stops what she's doing, uses the hand towel to dry her hands before walking over to the door and opens it.
"Yes can I he- Angelo? What are you doing here? It's not your week to pick up the children."
Angelo stands in front of her: dressed in a black jacket, black t-shirt, black jeans, and black and white Jordan's.
"Where is it Abigail?"
"W-what are you talking about?"
"My… mask. Where is it? I know you have it. Especially after you gave it to that homeless broke down veteran who couldn't live up to the name that was bestowed upon the mask. I'm the only one who can not only perfect, but understand the power within my hands. Not some broken hearted freak that you found on the side of the road. If you have any smarts, you'd do the right thing and give me my FUCKING MASK!"
Abigail flinches a bit at the raise of tone Angelo had. She looks at him dead in the eyes before sighing.
"You want it? Fine. Follow me."
Abigail turns and starts heading to a room of the house, followed by Angelo. She opens the door and flips the light switch to reveal an office room. She sighs slightly as she walks into the room and approaches the closet.
"Up there. In the dark wood box."
She points up at the top of the closet before backing away. Angelo steps forward as Abigail steps to the door.
"Angelo."
He stops and turns his head to Abigail, who's halfway out the door.
"You know what it does to you mentally. Don't let it ruin your mind again."
She exits the room, leaving Angelo alone. He looks at his hands for a second before tightly clenching them together. He tilts his head up at the top of the closest, reaching upwards and pulling down the very box. He stares at the box, marked with the name that he went by when claiming that mask:
Nanovirus.
Angelo places his fingers on the engraved symbol of the name, and the chills running up his arm. He closes his eyes and a slow grin appears on his face.
"Satanás está en casa."
~Next Day~
In the purest of darkness, a building shadows over houses. Lighting strikes and flashes the building to be a church. "Nanovirus" walks up to the church with a leather jacket on and sunglasses on not spreading any emotion towards the church's massive and teriffing scenery. "Nanovirus" pushes open the doors and enters the church. "Nanovirus" walks up to the booth where a priest is inside waiting for more souls to confess themselves. "Nanovirus" takes off his jacket and places it on the bench and takes his glasses off and places them into the jacket pocket. Before entering the other booth, "Nanovirus" kneels and prays in Italian.
"Che il diavolo abbia misericordia di Dio." [May The Devil Have Mercy On God]
Nanovirus gets up and enters the booth. Nanovirus sits down on the chair as the priest slides open to see the devilish Nanovirus
"Heavenly Father-"
Nanovirus holds his hand up and the priest immediately stops. Nanovirus lowers his hand and laughs before he begins to speak out.
"You want to know why God is just a myth? Because why would a God do anything for those who say they will change but not those who do good by the Lord? Those who help a homeless person on the side of the street, donate to charity, or even save lives? Why does he take them first and leave all ready for hell to leave this earth last? There is no God. But there is a Satan. He whispers to me on my objectives on earth. To spread his name in agony. To be.... Next in line for the throne."
The priest looks scared and tries to leave, but Nanovirus punches through the screen and grabs the priest's arm. The priest looks back in horror as Nanovirus chuckles. Nanovirus then viciously yanks the priest towards him, causing the priest's head to hit the wood. Nanovirus gets up and exits the booth and heads over to the priest who is busted open. Nanovirus smirks and begins to walk around. The lights dim down then rise back up as demons fill the room.
"My resurrection has been dispatched. Thy blood runs through the veins of one, but the corruption it claims, is one of damnation."
If I’m drawn and quartered tomorrow, I wish for my beliefs to be echoed by the masses in only the manner of which I followed.
To live as I wish.
To die as I may.
At its core, this is freedom."
"Nanovirus" takes a step off the stage, and the demons disappear. The lighting in the room dims down, and a spotlight shines on this demon.
"Rest easy Angelo. I am here. And I won't stop till I extinguish Valkyrie and claim the Ascension Championship, putting an end to her existence… once and for all."
“Mindless children chatter on, tantruming when insecure about things they can’t understand. They demand so much that their wishes be fulfilled, they pride themselves on having the world bend to their wishes, conforming to their wishes solely to comfort them. They live in this euphoria so long that they forget exactly who they are. Their minor high mutates, transforming them into pretentious monsters coated in entitlement. They contend to know everything, they believe that useless information makes them intelligent, so they spout what is supposed to be secrets, as to shock the world as to how much they can grasp, to prove some sense of worth to themselves. Perhaps I could view it as comical in a sense, that people are so easily fooled by gilded words, that people believe so deeply in the alchemy that their charlatans produce, that they hold onto every word as if it’s gold.”
"For men like me, pain and anguish is nothing foreign. Most people don’t know how to handle the weight of their world collapsing around then, but we know it so well that it has become a second nature. When you know nothing but hopelessness, there is no choice but to wallow. You either let the darkness consume you, or you will be crushed under its immense weight. And yet, the feelings change when you finally see a sliver of the light in front of you. When you start to believe that maybe there is hope after all. After all the years of fighting the darkness, maybe it’s finally laid down it’s defense to let you finally walk away. And when you walk towards the light, only to find that it never existed in the first place, a false oasis in the dry desert, that’s when you decide that the darkness has finally won."
"I watched those I had considered comrades, or begrudging acquaintances even, run like lambs to slaughter into a futile battle against them. Those who I learned to value, in whichever sense, would see those brave men be suffocated in their revolt and rather than put forth their own united stand, conceded for a just a mere swig of that precious elixir of eminence. It became saddening to watch them cling on for dear life to those rusting trinkets of a kingdom’s endless fortune, unattainable yet still so tempting enough to make the honest fibred mutate into creatures of gluttony, droughted lips touting the tales of dire, short lived fables after the extent of their worthlessness had dawned and the sands of time had reared its head. To end that poverty for good, to cut my own losses of love, passion and blissful ignorance, would have provided me more relief than any amount of titles. I felt...…..so strongly about this that allowing one of those degenerates into my own sanction was enough of a compromise so long as the ends justified the means. And for my sacrifices, for what I believed to be worthy measures…..I was left to contemplate and settle with a world of disgrace. Ending in much of the same way it had began. Staring into the lights, feeling every bit of criticism levied become who I was to many."
Valkyrie, you die with your Championship reign at Bloodbath, because I promise, it's going to be yours on the 31st. Also, I like to take a moment and pay tribute to my pals known as "Chimera". Because while this victory is dedicated to them, this church and your hopes of beating me is like anyone who crossed them…."
"Nanovirus" walked back to his jacket, picking it up off the bench and placing it back on. He reaches into the jacket pocket and pulls out a lighter, lighting the fire.
"We're going to watch them burn."
He tosses the light lighter on the draps and watches it catch on fire. Nanovirus takes his sunglasses out and puts them on. He exits the building as the fire spreads more and spreads faster and faster by the moment.
"Welcome to MY Highway To Hell. Buckle up bitch."