Post by Tate Selby on May 25, 2022 18:28:56 GMT -5
“In my life, I have given a fuck about many people and many things. I have also not given a fuck about many people and many things. And like the road not taken, it was the fucks not given that made all the difference.” - Mark Manson
OFF-CAMERA
LONDON, UK
AUGUST 27TH, 1999
Been such a hard life for Tate Selby so far and things weren’t about to get any better. After what had happened with the incident with his mom’s husband, Tate had run away with nothing but the clothes he had on. Somehow he’d been able to make it to London. The distance was probably about thirty-eight miles in total. My guess is as good as yours how he got there but it was more than likely getting on the train without paying. Now in London of all places, Tate didn’t know anyone and at just ten years old you wouldn’t expect him to either. It was during the day too, London was busy full of tourists, people going to work, and people just trying to get whatever done. Tate Selby didn’t stand out at all though, even though he looked like a homeless child this was something that the people of London were used to. Tate had managed to find a place to get some shelter from the always shitty weather of the United Kingdom. As the heavens above opened up, Tate run into the entrance of a shop that had been boarded up for what looked like some time. He was tired, hungry, and out of his element somewhere he’d never been before. He wasn’t even sure why he’d traveled to where he was, just that he had to get away from East Malling after what happened.
Tate had been sitting in the entrance of the shop for what seemed like forever when he was approached by a passerby who handed him some money before continuing on their way. Tate looked down at the money, it was enough for him to go and get something to eat and drink. It’d been about a day that he hadn’t had anything to eat or drink. He wasn’t at all bothered about the heavy rain, he was just bothered about getting to the nearest place that was open so he could eat and drink. On his way to do so though, he bumped into a gang of teenagers who looked at the vulnerable Tate. There was about a gang of eight teenagers who surrounded Tate.
“Oi bruv, give us every ting ya got.”
“I don’t have anything.”
“Ya disrespectin’ me blud?”
“What?”
“Ya definitely disrespectin’ me.”
“No. I don’t know you or understand you.”
The teenager who was talking to him was getting cheered on by his mates as he punches Tate straight to the jaw. The teenager must have been about seventeen or eighteen. Tate didn’t stand a chance with eight of them surrounding him. As much as Tate wanted to fight back because he’d had enough of being treated this way, he couldn’t. He lay on the floor trying to curl up in a ball and protect himself as all eight of the teenagers kicked and stomped at him. Eventually leaving Tate in a pool of his own blood, the teenagers search him and take the money that he’d been given.
“Ya lied to me ya lil bumbaclart.”
Looking up at the teenager, Tate although he was dazed and trying to stay conscious manages to stare right at him.
“Stop lookin’ at me ya piece of shit!”
That’s the last thing Tate hears before he is soccer kicked to the face. Eventually, when he does come round, he notices how he is still where he’d been attacked and that people were just walking around him. Not one person stopped to see if he was okay at all. Is this what Tate’s life had become? Having to just accept that he was to be treated this way. As Tate looked out at people, they made sure not to acknowledge him. It was as if they didn’t look at him or pay attention to him that they wouldn’t have to deal with him. They probably just thought that he deserved it but how could a ten year old boy deserve anything like that? The world was absolutely shocking but from this day, Tate knew he had to strengthen up. Shut himself off from any emotion or kindness. The world and everyone in it didn’t want to acknowledge him. So now he wasn’t going to acknowledge that it was acceptable to be kind, caring, and considerate.
“I HATE YOU ALL!!!”
That’s what Tate shouts out as some look on at him whereas others still ignore that he is there. The ten year old boy was clearly hurting, in pain, and had taken some serious damage. Tate knew he couldn’t go to the hospital cause they’d ask too many questions and he might end up having to go back to his mom and her husband. Instead with what little strength he did have left, he limped off on his way to search for some shelter. Somewhere he could be safe, somewhere to rest up and heal. Tate now had a hate for the world and everyone in it and today marked the day that he was going to change. He wasn’t going to be the punching bag anymore, he was going to fight back. This was his fight song, and he's taking back his life song.
“We’re all as bad as each other. All hungry little cannibals at our own cannibal party. So fuck the milk of human kindness and welcome to the abattoir.” - Philip Ridley
ON-CAMERA
GREENVILLE, SOUTH CAROLINA
MAY 25TH, 2022
It was a quiet and chilled morning, Tate Selby was already in Greenville, South Carolina. To be exact, he was sitting in Legacy Park after his four-hour run this morning. He was up at two this morning, enjoying the fact that hardly anyone was around and therefore he didn’t get interrupted pushing himself and his body to the extreme. His demeanor was relaxed and calm as he sat on a bench in Legacy Park. It was around six in the morning now as he looked out watching a couple of people walking their dog. The only good thing that Tate thought about that was the fact he could see the dog. Tate preferred the company of animals rather than people as they were more loyal and dependable. It did give Tate a sickening feeling within his stomach as he saw the man and woman looking happy together. It almost felt like an insult to him that others were allowed to be happy. Happiness and kindness towards Tate were something he always found hard to accept and deal with. No matter what kind of relationship it was, there was never any emotion there for him.
“Just look at that.”
Tate pointed over at the happy couple with the dog.
“I wish lightning would strike them down where they stand. Not the dog though, I’ll take care of that, and now how I took care of the walking condom advert Jason Long either. Now that I mention Jason Long there is something I have to address where that failure is concerned. He had a lot to say about me, a lot of it incorrect and made up. I’m not sure where he got all his information from but none of it is true. All that anyone knows about me and will ever know about me is that I was fostered at a young age. Jason just proved that everything I said about him was true. Now I’m not a fan of Havoc at all, but I do hope Havoc ends what life Jason has left. That’s the problem with Jason Long, he always worms his way into matches he doesn’t deserve to be in. I’ve proved that I belong but all Jason has proved is that he is a failure and a has-been. Next time you want to try and make shit up about me that isn’t true, start digging your grave because it’s where I’ll put you.”
Surprisingly even with the words, Tate was speaking and how vicious they were, his demeanor hadn’t changed from being relaxed and calm.
“Havoc, I’ll be seeing you real soon. You’re safe for now, but I will be coming for you. I’m not like Jason Long, Brandon Hendrix, or Lil Petey, a Bitch! I am able to back up my words with actions. When you say those three names together and Lil Petey is the one who is less of a bitch than the other two, if I was them, I’d be wishing right now that I was the sperm that was swallowed rather than the one who won the race to fertilize the egg.”
Pausing for a moment, Tate looked up to notice he was once again in the park alone.
“This isn’t about ‘King of Bullshit” Jason Long, “The Failure” Brandon Hendrix, Lil Ding Dong, or the new Marvel villain Havoc The Tooth Fairy. This is about Benjamin Broadwater who isn’t going to be bringing any peace. Benjamin is going to find out that I am ‘The Bringer of Pain’ and he isn’t going to enjoy it one bit. It’s absolutely sickening how you try and shower people with kindness. I hate how nice you are and that alone is why I challenged you. Anyone who is as nice as you is either a window licker or one hit away from becoming one. I’m going to enjoy every moment of torturing you in that ring. By the time I’m done with you, not one person is going to recognize who you’re anymore. You like to call yourself the ‘Magic Man’ Benjamin. I’m willing to show you a bit of magic when I plant a mango tree in your mother’s cunt and fuck your sister in its shade. You might think that you have charm and charisma Benjamin but honestly, you have the charm and charisma of a burning orphanage.”
A loud sigh escapes from Tate’s lips as he looks over at the entrance to the park. What looks like to be a father and his two little sons have walked into the park. Getting up to his feet, Tate starts to make his way out of the park and head on his way back to his hotel.
“It’s shit like happy families and happy people like Benjamin Broadwater that really piss me the fuck off. No one is that happy or deserves to be that happy at all. Them kids are lucky to have a father but I guarantee one of them will end up being looked at like Benjamin, a failed abortion. Benjamin, you’re a shit stain on the underpants of society. You feel that you’re doing good with your kindness but you’re just as creepy as Jimmy Saville. Trust me, if you think my words are vile, wait until you step in the ring and see how truly vile I can be. You’ve only seen a small part of what I’m capable of. Project Honor hasn’t seen anything like me before and will never see anything else like me. I’m just as vicious with my words as I am with my actions and soon you’ll just be another victim thanks to me, you’re welcome.”
As soon as the last words leave his mouth, “The Outcast” Tate Selby runs off and is soon out of sight of the camera. The cameraman just lets out a small sigh before saying “I don’t get paid enough to put my life at risk in the presence of that man!”
