Post by Tate Selby on Mar 1, 2022 19:54:34 GMT -5
“As a child, I was afraid of the dark and the monsters on the outside. As a man, I run away from the light, afraid to show the monsters within.” - Anthony Liccione
EAST MALLING, ENGLAND
AUGUST 24TH, 1995
It’s a dark and gloomy day but lately, every day has been like that for little Tate Selby whatever the weather was. The first memory that Tate can remember is at the age of just six years old. His mom and her flavor of the month at the time were having a lot of issues and this memory is the day that Tate became the one to be blamed for everything. At just six years old, this scared little boy had to be the one to not only look after his sister who was five years old but his younger brother who was one year old. The man his mom was dating wasn’t a very nice guy but then again that’s how most of them was that she dated or brought back to the house. On this particular day in question, Tate had managed to settle down with his sister and brother. He managed to get them to stay in the room by sticking a movie on for them. Tate was extremely scared but he knew he had to try and do something. He could hear his mom calling out for help. On the way to the lounge where the source of the banging and smashing was coming from, Tate picks up a big and heavy ornament of some kind. Eventually, when he gets into the lounge, he sees this big and scary man hitting on his mom. Although his mom wasn’t that good to him and his siblings, she was still his mom and he wasn’t going to stand by anymore and watch this. Tate runs over and as much as a six year old scared little boy can, he uses as much force as he could to smash the ornament over the guy's head. The ornament smashes but all it does is turn the anger from being focused on his mom around to being focused on him. The guy turns around to see Tate backing away and looking around his surroundings for anything to help him.
“You little bastard!!! Should’ve been aborted like your sister and brother.”
The monster of a man starts laughing as he walks towards Tate who is trying his hardest not to show how scared he is. Obviously, being six years old, Tate was unable to hide the fear which made the man laugh even more. Tate had nowhere to go now as he had his back against the wall. The man stood there and cracked his knuckles as Tate stood there scared, so scared in fact that he ended up pissing himself.
“You’ve fucking pissed yourself you little rat!!!”
All the time this is happening, Tate’s mom is lying unconscious on the floor so even if she’d been able to attempt to help him she couldn’t. Tate goes running around the guy only for the guy to land a punch to the side of Tate’s head. You can imagine just how that felt to a six year old. Tate fell to the floor, he was feeling dizzy, sick, his head was pounding and he had blurred vision. Tate was feeling like he’d been hit by a train but the last thing Tate sees is something resembling a foot heading for his stomach. The extreme pain shoots throughout his body as the kick makes an impact. The pain is too much to handle as Tate passes out from it. When Tate eventually does come around, he is laying in bed with his sister and brother happy to see that he is okay.
“Where’s mom, Grace?” Tate asks his sister.
“She woke up from sleeping on the floor, put you into your bed, and just left us here.”
“Let me go make us some food.”
As his sister and brother looked on, Tate held back the tears, he didn’t want them to see how much he was suffering. He had to be strong for them even if he was the scared little boy who not only pissed himself but was beaten by the monster their mom was dating.
“Grace, take Jack down into the lounge please.”
Taking her brother Jack’s hand, Grace leads Jack out of the room. Before they both leave, they turn around and with all the strength he can muster, Tate smiles at them before they both smile back and head off downstairs to the lounge. Having made sure they weren’t around as he struggled to the hallway, Tate fell to his knees in unbelievable pain with his stomach as tears fell down his little face. He knew there was damage but he also knew that he couldn’t go anywhere. Not only would there be no one to take care of his sister and brother but he was scared he’d never see them again. The only reason Tate was still going was that he had a reason to and that was his sister and brother. He didn’t want them all to end up getting split up and then one of them having to go through what he was going through. After a few minutes, Tate struggles to his feet and slowly makes his way down the stairs and into the kitchen. Going to the fridge he opens it only for it to have milk in and that is it. This was no surprise to Tate but he still had to find something to eat for them all. For now, though, he grabs the milk from the fridge and a bottle from the kitchen side. Once Tate has undone the milk and the bottle, he fills the bottle up with the last of the milk before doing the lids up on the bottle and milk carton. Tate then tosses the milk carton into the trash before heading into the lounge where his sister and brother are.
“Here is a bottle for Jack. Can you feed it to him please, Grace?”
“Of course. Is everything okay, Tate?”
Not wanting to upset his sister or brother he smiles to make it look like everything was okay even if inside he was destroyed and broken.
“Yes, everything is fine, Grace. Mom has had to rush out. She left a note about going to try to sort out getting some more food for us all.”
Tate hated having to lie to his sister and brother, he just hoped that they believed him was all. Especially his sister as his brother was too young to understand, fortunately. Grace just smiled at Tate before sitting down next to Jack and feeding him the bottle as Tate carefully makes his exit trying not to show anything is wrong as he makes it into the kitchen screaming inside in pain. Tate looks in the cupboards in the kitchen and all he manages to find is a tin of hotdogs and a packet of noodles too. There wasn’t enough for the three of them. Tate was more than happy enough to cook them for Grace and Jack though. It was one of many sacrifices he chose to make. As long as Grace and Jack weren’t hungry and thirsty that’s all that mattered to him. As Tate stood there cooking the hotdogs and ramen noodles for his sister and brother. Once they are done, he grabs the hotdogs but the pain ends up falling from his grasp. Tate, without thinking, grabs at the hot pan burning his hand but manages to place it on the floor. Tate had managed to save the hotdogs but in return had ended up with a burned hand. That’s not the last of his pain though as the hot water from the hotdogs splashes up his arm. The pain is extremely intense and as much as Tate wants to scream out in pain, he didn’t want his sister and brother to worry or be scared. This was just something he’d taught himself from previous punishment he’d received at the hands of the men his mom dated.
“Damn it!” That is all that Tate says through gritted teeth.
He picks the saucepan up from the floor and places it on the kitchen side before heading to grab the first aid kit. Thankfully Tate knew where the first aid kit was because unfortunately, it was something he’d had to use often. He grabs a bandage from it and just wraps it around his hand and up to below his elbow. He knew he wouldn’t get around the pain but it was a way to hide the burns away from his sister and brother. At this point, Tate had established an out of sight, out of mind train of thought. After having put the first aid kit away, Tate fights through the pain because it’s just something he’d gotten used to doing. He was back to sorting out his sister and brother's dinner. He shared the hotdogs between both of them and then also the ramen too. He took in a deep breath before grabbing a knife and fork for them both and heading into the lounge where they were.
“Din, dins!” Jack says with a smile.
This was enough to take any worries and pain away. Tate manages to forget everything when he sees that smile and gratitude on his brother's face. He then passes his sister her food and she notices the bandaging on Tate’s arm as he takes a big gulp as he notices that she has noticed the bandaging.
“What have you done, Tate?” Grace asks as she tucked into her dinner.
“Just a little accident. I’ll be fine. You know your brother, tough as nails.” Tate forced a smile as his sister smiled back at him. “You both eat your dinner, I’ll be back in a moment.”
Making his way out of the lounge, Tate stops in the doorway and looks back at his sister and brother. They were so unaware of what was going on and that’s just how Tate wanted it to be. He knew all the time they were around he had to stay strong and show that even if it was an act. Tate heads off to the bathroom where he closed and locked the door behind him, he then turns the taps on so his sister and brother can’t hear him. As soon as he’d done that, Tate fell to the floor, sitting down as he leaned against the bathtub and brought his knees up to his chest. As freely as the water flowed from the taps, the tears did also from his eyes. Tate knew he needed help, that what was happening wasn’t right and that he wasn’t as strong as he portrayed himself to be. He wasn’t only hurting physically but emotionally and mentally too. Let’s not forget that Tate is only six years old and at this age, he should be happy and be having fun. Tate can’t even remember the last time he genuinely had fun. He was either a human punch bag for whatever guy his mom was entertaining at the time. If he wasn’t being abused physically he was emotionally and mentally. As if that wasn’t enough to be dealing with, he was having to look after his five year old sister and one year old brother too. Tate’s life was purely made up of being beaten, ridiculed, looking after his siblings, and protecting them. Tate would go weeks without eating and just surviving on drinking water and when he was eating it was mostly leftovers and scraps. This wasn’t a life for a six year old and as he sat crying he had a lot of disturbing thoughts go through his mind. Just how he’d be able to escape if he just killed himself or ran away. In a way, it was lucky he had a sister and brother because if he didn’t he’d have taken that way out of this. He didn’t have that choice though, he had his sister and brother to protect and that’s one promise he intended on keeping no matter how much he had to suffer, he was going to make sure that they didn’t.
With the hand that wasn’t bandaged up covering the burn, Tate wipes the tear from his eyes. The pain was still absolute hell but Tate even at six years old had learned to manage the pain when he had to. Right now though he was feeling extremely weak and as he continues to sit there crying he is interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Tate, everything okay?” The voice of his sister can be heard coming from behind the door.
“Yeah, I’m all good.” Tate replies before getting to his feet. “I’ll be out in a minute.” Tate was now on his feet looking in the mirror at his reflection.
“Okay. I’m going to get back to Jack. Please be quick, I need the loo.”
Hearing his sister's footsteps get quieter as she walked away, Tate got back to looking at himself in the mirror. He’d just lied to his sister but he knew deep down it was for the best. With gritted teeth, Tate takes the bandage off that’d started to stick to the burn. Tate didn’t know how to deal with a burn and was in a panic to hide it from his sister and brother. He knew he didn’t have long so he grabs a toothbrush and bites down on that as he rips the bandage off from his arm and takes some skin with it. Tate’s arm looked like something out of a horror movie. Still biting down on the toothbrush as the anger starts to take over his body as he starts to shake. He wanted to just let out a primal fucking roar but he couldn’t. Tate turns the tap on and watches as the cold water hits the basin, he was so scared but he knew he had to clean the burn. He puts his arm under the water as he starts biting down on the toothbrush harder, hard enough for it to start cutting his mouth. He didn’t even know he’d done that though as the pain from the burn in his arm was much more painful. It was all he could focus on as he slowly ran his arm up under the cold water and eventually got to his hand. He eventually looks up at the mirror and sees the blood running from his mouth too. His face was covered in blood, sweat, and tears but all he cared about right now was getting back to his sister and brother. Tate thankfully sees one of his hoodies hanging on the back of the door and after drying off his arm, he grabs the hoodie and slides it on to cover anyone being able to see the burns. He then turns his attention to cleaning off his face, so he spits the toothbrush into the bin and covers it up with some of the other rubbish that's already in there. He then finally cleans his face off before reaching into the medicine cabinet and putting a plaster over the burn on his hand to hide that from his sister and brother.
“TATE!!!” That’s the voice of his sister again who is now banging on the toilet door.
Unlocking the door, Tate walks out with a smile on his face, albeit a fake one but he knew he had to put on an act. “Sorry, Grace.” Tate says as Grace rushes past him and into the toilet.
Now in the lounge, Tate looks over at his little brother Jack who was asleep on the couch. Tate sits down in front of the couch where his brother was sleeping and looks over at him as he peacefully slept. Deep down inside Tate was jealous of how Jack was able to sleep so peacefully. Tate couldn’t remember the last time that he did but thoughts like that were easily replaced with the thought of how he was saving his sister and brother from the hell he was going through.
“Jack, I promise you that with every breath left in my body I won’t let anyone hurt you. The world can be an evil place but no matter what happens, I'm willing to take all that evil if it means you and Grace don’t have to take any of it. I know you’re sleeping right now and can’t hear me but if you were awake you’d probably just try and pull my nose off or blow raspberries at me anyway. I love you, little guy.”
Just as Tate was telling Jack he loved him, Grace walks in and smiles as she witnesses Tate kiss their brother on the forehead.
“Aww. Look at you. Are you sure you’re okay?” There was a little concern in Grace’s tone.
“Hey, Grace. I’m fine. I think you should put Jack to bed and get some sleep yourself too. I’m going to lay on the couch and wait for mom to get back.”
“Is mom going to be okay, Tate?”
“Um, I’m sure everything is okay. Just try not to worry, leave the worrying to me.” Tate smiles as Grace smiles back.
Getting up to his feet, Tate gets out of the way so Grace can pick Jack up from the couch. Tate walks over to the window and stands there looking out knowing full well everything wasn’t okay. He just couldn’t put that burden onto his sister, it was bad enough that they were both having to take care of their younger brother.
“Goodnight, Tate.” Grace says stopping in the doorway with Jack in her arms.
“Goodnight, Grace.” Tate turns around long enough to look at Grace to say that and turns to look back out of the window.
Grace has left to go put Jack to bed and go get herself some sleep too. The only source of light from outside is from the street light that is flickering on and off. Now, most children this would scare but Tate Selby isn’t like most children. He has a lot more to fear than some dodgy street light. He is in constant fear that if his mom doesn’t come back that he’d be split up from his sister and brother. He is also in fear of if she does come back then who is she going to bring back with her? It was never a nice guy or even guys sometimes. At least when she did return she had food even if it was very little food. It was always enough for Tate to make sure that Grace and Jack had something to eat. The type of guys his mom would bring back though was the type of guys who wouldn’t think anything of beating and torturing a six year old boy. Tate heads over to the couch finally and lays down staring straight at the front door. He knew that the best thing to do was go to sleep but that was extremely hard for him. With everything else he has to deal with while awake, when he is asleep he doesn’t get any escape from it. The nightmares he has to feel as real as when the guys his mom brings back are putting out cigarettes on his body. Not only that, they’d hold him there and make him watch as they’d beat his mom and there was nothing he could do. No matter how much he tried to fight, at six years old he was no match against these men. That didn’t stop him trying every time though. Even at six years old, Tate had a lot of fight left in him and was going to fight back anytime he was able to. As he lays there with thoughts going through his head, he starts to see his mom walking up to the door yet again with a man with her. Tate is straight up to his feet, prepared for the abuse he was about to receive. He’d given up trying to run away and hide. Not only did it make it worse for him but it put his brother and sister at risk and that was something he wasn’t prepared to do. The front door swung open, it opened up into the lounge.
“Did you bring food home?” The tone of Tate’s voice was a stern but afraid tone.
“You didn’t tell me you had a boy at home.” The drunken man managed to finally spit out.
“Yes, I got food.” Tate’s mom handed him a bag, she too smelled like she’d be drinking. “Just put that away and go to bed if you know what’s good for you.” She says finally closing the door behind her and the guy she’d brought home.
“Little guy, listen to your mom. If you ain’t gone in two minutes I’m going to beat you.” The guy starts to laugh.
“Leave him alone.” His mom pipes up.
The guy didn’t like being spoken to in that tone as his reaction is to clock Tate’s mom in the mouth with a right hook. Tate instantly grabs one of the tins from the bag and throws it at the guy. The tin of hotdogs hits the guy in the balls as it drops the guy down to his knees. Tate walks over to the guy and gets into his face as he feels brave. Only as he does, the guy smirks as he grabs Tate around the throat, lifts him, and throws him thankfully onto the couch.
“Tate you little bastard! I told you to put the food away and go to bed. Now, look what you’ve caused!” Tate’s mom was up to her feet and now blaming Tate for what happened rather than trying to protect him. “Forget about the food and just go to bed.”
Taking a big gulp, Tate gets up from the couch and is back to his feet as is the guy his mom brought home too. “You call that food? You went out this morning to go food shopping and you come back with a bag full of reduced tin food. Not only that, it’s ten at night now and yet again you bring home a drunk bully with you. None of this would happen if you didn’t bring bad men back all the time and did what you were supposed to, be my mom.” Tate starts to cry, he was feeling angry, unloved, and unwanted.
“You little bastard!” She was mad at Tate even more. It didn’t make sense to Tate as his mom slapped him around the face. The slap echoed throughout the lounge as the guy just stood there laughing at Tate.
Tate stood there, tears streaming down his little face. He was shocked at how his mom had just reacted. All the love he had for her and she’d go and do this to him. Maybe the love he did have for her was just hiding the hate that deep down wanted to overtake him. It didn’t even bother him that the guy was laughing at him. It bothered him more than his mom would do something like that to him. Tate wanted to respond and say something but he just didn’t have it in him. He was still shocked still by what his mom had just done. He just heads towards the doorway to make his exit when thud. The guy had picked up the tin of hotdogs and thrown it at Tate. It hit Tate right in the back of the head knocking him out cold and sending him crashing to the floor.
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LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
FEBRUARY 28TH, 2022
“OH FUCK!!!” Tate says as he sits up in bed with sweat pouring down him.
The last thing that Tate remembers is having a nightmare and being hit by something and sent crashing to the floor. He’d just woken up before making contact with the floor. Tate gets up out of bed, wearing just his boxers yet was still covered in sweat from head to toe. This wasn’t the first time he’d had nightmares about the past but recently he’d not had one in a while. He heads for the bathroom and stands in front of the washbasin looking into the mirror in front of him as he turns the taps on. He puts his hands under the water, shocked at how cold it was but still splashes it onto his face before staring back at himself in the mirror.
“What the fuck are you looking at?” Just as he says that to himself in the mirror, it’s still him staring back at him but his six year old self now.
“Help me! Please help me!” Tate starts splashing his face with water again. Once he was done, he looked back into the mirror. All that is staring back at him, is him standing there with water running down his face.
“Fuck this shit!!!” As soon as Tate had finished his sentence he threw a right hook at the mirror. The mirror shatters, leaving a fist shaped mark in the middle of it. Tate has also left blood on the mirror too as well as there being blood splattering everywhere.
“Meh!” That’s all Tate says as he grabs the towel hanging on the towel rail and wraps it around his hand. “Just another scar to add to the rest.”
Tate just walks out of the bathroom looking back at the mess he’d left behind. “It almost looks as messy as my life does.” He starts to laugh before slamming the bathroom door shut.
“What doesn't kill you,
Makes you wish you were dead,
Got a hole in my soul growing deeper and deeper,
And I can't take”
- (Drown) Bring Me The Horizon
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LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
MARCH 1ST, 2022
We’re at Matthews Multi-Gym. A place to go for all your wrestling, martial arts, boxing, or whatever fighting needs. A place that was meant to be closed but there is one person who doesn’t care much about that. He is there throwing punches at the punchbag as it swings wildly. His hands are wrapped up in white tape, the wrap on his right hand though is covered in blood. Obviously, he’d opened up a recent wound but that hadn’t stopped the velocity of his punches that he continued to rain upon the punch bag. The gym wasn’t meant to open for at least another hour. As the guy continues to do his thing on the punchbag, another guy slowly enters the gym and locks the door behind him. He was unsure why it was unlocked but it wasn’t until he’d got closer that he realized.
“Tate. I wish you’d lock up behind yourself.”
“Eddie, I dare anyone to try anything while I’m in here.”
As Tate spoke, he didn’t stop throwing punches. That’s when Eddie, the owner of Matthews Multi-Gym notices the right hand of Tate’s.
“What have you done to your hand?”
“Just an accident. You should see the other guy.”
Forcing out a laugh, Tate knew that there was no other guy involved but he wasn’t about to tell his trainer, agent, and manager what had happened. It’d only stress the man out more with everything else he had going on.
“You really should save it for the ring.”
Not for one minute did Eddie believe that the injury to his hand involved anyone else but he also wasn’t about to piss Tate off either by prodding.
“Who are these guys?” Eddie asks as he points to the camera crew.
“Oh, those guys. They’re here to film a porno or something. Something about an Eddie Matthews getting fucked by bills again.”
Tate laughs but Eddie isn’t amused at all.
“Fuck you, Tate. I told you I had that sorted.”
“Eddie, it’s only sorted because I sorted out this gig at Project Honor. I promised you I’d find a way, and I have. So no more loan sharks or dodgy money-making schemes.”
“These cameras better not be on!!!”
“Don’t worry, Eddie. The cameras are not rolling yet and they’re here so I can address the two unfortunate souls who are facing me.”
After throwing one last punch, Tate grabs the punch bag to stop it from swinging wildly. He then takes off his wraps, using the left one to wipe off the dry blood from his hand. He’d just opened up the wound from punching the mirror in his bathroom yesterday.
“I’m going to shower real quick Eddie, then I’m going to come out and deliver a verbal murder before judgment day where I deliver a physical murder.”
With that Tate walks past Eddie and pats him on the back as Eddie looks over at the cameraman and awkwardly laughs.
“The worrying thing is, he means that.”
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LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
MARCH 1ST, 2022
Now that he was ready, Tate was sitting in the middle of the ring. It was a simple setup, a chair just in the middle of the ring. You see, with Tate, he isn’t a fancy man, he is a man who likes to get straight to the point and get the job done.
“Carny Sinclair and Zack Cage. I hope you’re both paying attention because I’m only going to say it once. I am Tate Selby. I am the man who's going to show you the true definition of pain. I know many people have probably claimed to be able to do the same but none of them have had to deal with what I have. At six years old, I was going through pain that not even grown men and women could handle. I’ve witnessed things that would even put Pyro’s flame out. I’ve had to deal with things that would even deflate that ass of Elena DeDraca’s. Speaking of Elena DeDraca, as soon as things got tough she ran away from Fallout. It seems I’m already a better person than her because no matter how tough things get, I’ll still be there fighting and standing tall. Since we’re on the subject of cowards, I hope that Carny and Zack are far from it. I’ve chosen to come to Fallout because this is where I was told the most violence would be. Don’t get me wrong, I can wrestle and more than likely out wrestle a lot of you. I’m just a man who has lived his whole life through pain, violence, and misery. That’s what I can bring to Fallout and I can see that the place is already full of psychopathic clowns, horror fan imitators, and comic book multiverse Goblins with different universes and shit. Honestly, I just think you all must have taken too many mushrooms or had too many spoons of shit. It’d explain the shortage of spoons that Fallout has. I’m straying too far off topic here.”
There was no emotion at all on Tate’s face as he continued to sit in the chair and stare coldly into the camera.
“When I look at Carny, I see a greasy looking rat and one I’m happy to exterminate. You can consider me The Dalek of Fallout because I’m happy to exterminate anyone who gets in my way through choice or not. I’m not here to make friends, I’m here to hurt people and you’re one of the first people who get to experience what The Outcast can do Carny, well you and Zack but I’ll get around to the chopped liver in a moment. Carny, what sort of name is that? Is it something to do with the fact you belong at the carnival? You do look kind of like you’d have three nipples, no chin which is probably the reason for that dirty looking beard, or maybe you have to asses which means double the ass I get to kick when it comes to you. The more asses I get to kick the better. Feel free to bring your brother who is also your uncle and your girlfriend who is your sister. I’d happily do the world a favor and get rid of them while I’m getting rid of you. The things that I claim to be able to do, I will prove I’m capable of in our match. I don’t know much about you Carny, I tried to do some research but the only thing I could find was on incest wrestling dot com and there was no way I was clicking on that. I better you’re the type of sick fuck who is going to walk out to the ring with a black vest on with incest is best on the fucking back. I’ll see you soon Carny, until then, enjoy the life you have left to live because when you step in that ring with me, you’re going to regret the air you breathe.”
Finally, Tate shows some emotion as a sick smirk appears on his face. As quickly as it appeared on his face, it soon disappears again.
“Let’s get to Zack Cage, the wish version of The Cage Brothers combined. The Final Idol is the nickname you go by. The only final thing that is going to happen at Fallout is I’m going to be the reason you want to take your final breath. The reason that you’re going to go home, look at yourself in the mirror, place that gun in your hand into your mouth and pull the damn trigger. The suffering I’m going to cause you are going to be something you’re unable to deal with. The pain that will consume you because of me is going to be so cancerous that it’ll eat away at your soul. It’ll consume your whole body and you’ll just be a pile of nothing as you rot away. I know, my words are vile, vicious, hateful, and just damn right disgusting, right?”
Pausing for a moment, the only reaction from Tate this time is the corner of his mouth moving to make it look like a small smirk was escaping his lips.
“I’m glad that everyone will hate me. As I’ve already said, I’m not here to make friends. I’m here to bring down a world of hate, pain, suffering, and misery to every single one of you. Unfortunately for Zacky Boy, he is one of two people who get to be the first victims of mine. Don’t worry, I won’t feel any remorse at all if I hurt you or end your career. When I step in the ring it’s no mercy. It doesn’t matter how flashy or good you’re because at the end of the day, I’m going to be the one standing tall. I’ve gone through a lot in life and I’m not about to let you or Carny stop me in my first match. Actually, it doesn’t matter if it was my first match or my last match, you’re not stopping me. I’ve had to fight my whole life, Zack. At six years old, were you looking out for your five year old sister and one year old brother? I had to endure a lot to make sure they were okay and I can promise you now, you’re going to experience every bit of pain and hurt that I have. Carny, Zack, I’m a man of my word. I’ve made a promise and I intend on keeping it.”
As soon as he was finished talking, Tate gets up to his feet and exits the ring. As he does, Eddie Matthews actually gets into the ring and sits down in front of the camera.
“Zack, Carny, I’m Eddie Matthews. I’m the man behind the monster they call Tate Selby. I can vouch for Tate when he says he is a man of his word. As soon as he steps in that ring, it doesn’t matter who you are, he will come for you and he won’t stop until he is satisfied. It doesn’t matter if there is a referee in that ring or not, do you really think they’re capable of protecting you from a man whose sole purpose is to devour anyone in his way? Of course, the referee isn’t stopping him and both of you are not going to be able to either. You can talk a big game about what you’re individually going to do but it isn’t going to happen. You could even try and team up against The Outcast but that isn’t going to help you. There is no escape from what is coming your way. If I was in your shoes, I’d fancy my chances more against a pack of hungry lions. I was going to say wolves, but having followed Project Honor, wolves are a sore subject it seems.”
Standing on the outside of the ring and looking in at Eddie Matthews, Tate is listening to every word with his arms crossed and looking with that cold glare of his.
“Zack, Carny, you’re both past your Sel-by Date and Tate Selby is coming to dispose of you.”
With a shake of his head, Tate just turns away and heads off. Eddie is grinning like a Cheshire cat at getting that pun in. His grin soon turns to confusion as he looks around and notices that Tate is gone.
“That’s a wrap!”
As soon as Eddie Matthews has said that, he exits the ring and he too heads off out of sight as the camera fades out.
