Post by Mark Hunter on Mar 5, 2021 14:30:20 GMT -5
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FEELING ROPEY
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“Life is not fair, get over it.”
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Unknown Location
March 3rd, 2021
It's been nearly four weeks, she hasn't called, she’s sent just one message. Again I felt alone. Perhaps telling Jelena I cheated on her was the wrong path to go down. Could I blame her for not wanting me? But what if it's not over... there's always tomorrow.
NO.
Fuck. If I wait, she'll definitely give up on us, if she hasn't already. I'll call her, that's what I'll do! I know she said she hopes I rot in hell but I gotta try. I pull the phone from my pocket. I slowly start looking through my contacts and stop as soon as I see her name. Here goes nothing. I press the call button.
Ring…..No one ever answers on the first ring.
Ring…..So she may be in the shower or something.
Ring…..Maybe she sees who it is and doesn’t want to answer it
Ring…..
"Hello"
I feel every muscle in my body tense up, my nerves getting the best of me for a few seconds. Her voice becomes a little agitated as she speaks.
"Hello?! Is anyone there?? I am going to hang up if….”
I take one last deep breath before I take the leap of faith.
“It's me.”
She sighs
“Markus, I'm sorry. I can't.”
“You can't what?”
“It's over.”
“What's over? Jelena, please let me come home!”
I felt it. Emotion, something I thought I'd never see again. People often see me as heartless but Jelena was my everything, without her.. No.. There is no life outside wrestling without her.
“Mark, I thought you'd get the hint after four weeks. You’re not coming home, this isn’t your home anymore.”
“Then come here!”
“No.. It's over.. I can't do this shit anymore. You admitted cheating on me Mark. What do you want me to say to that?”
She was always right. Why should she welcome me back in any way? She would just be miserable and uncomfortable with me. But I'm miserable without her. This whole ordeal was a mess of my own making.
“I understand.”
“You do?”
“No… please!!!
CLICK.
And she was gone.
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Unknown Location
March 4th, 2021
The mirror I was so fixated on seemed to quiver my reflection in the light every so often. My dark eyes kept me locked in with my reflection, and my body seemed to sway from side to side just slightly, not breaking eye contact, like in a trance. My hair was greasy, unwashed, and I realized how pale and tired I actually looked after wiping away the sleep that had built up. I could look away at what was staring back at me. The reflection seemed to smile back, this didn't make sense at all; I wasn't smiling, I waved my hand slowly at the mirror, to see if the reflection would copy it. It moved its hand simultaneously in line with mine, and never broke its smile; sadistic to the point of getting psychotic. I couldn’t take it. I stared deeper at the mirror, and covered my mouth to see if the reflection would still smile… maybe the reflection was of me? Maybe in this state I just couldn’t trust my own mind. Or maybe the reflection wasn’t of me, it was my worst nightmare back to taunt and haunt me.
In Project Honor I was on such a roll that it was mere impossible for me to break. However, I wasn't as young as I once was. I was hurting in all areas; Physically, mentally and emotionally. The personal problems were affecting everything, my body wasn’t the same as it normally was, and the voices haunted me to the point of insomnia. On top of the voices I could almost see Jelena's smiling face when I closed my eyes. This was the hardest thing to live with. When I closed my eyes I saw her, and when my mind wasn't on her, the voice taunted my brain. I knew I couldn't move away from the mirror even if I wanted to. The voice wouldn’t let him do it. My demons didn’t want me to go… it haunted me, holding on tight, and never let me free. I was a prisoner; a prisoner to my own mind. It frightened me to the core. I couldn't shut off the voice inside. I just couldn’t concentrate. I was emotionless again, and couldn’t pay attention to anything. So what now? What was I meant to do? It doesn’t just go away… can a man seriously go on like this forever?… Could a man be kept prisoner and keep his sanity in this way? I hoped so… I prayed to God I would be strong enough…
‘She's gone, out of our way forever (ever, ever, ever)’
The voice echoed through my head. I clenched my hands over my ears and tried not to listen. I groaned and doubled over, sitting down on my bed in the background. I shook my head from side to side, slowly… just trying not to listen. Not caring about anything.
The voice again… ‘Markus... you're not listening Markus!!’
“God damn it!”
I was scared now… the voice I had feared kicked in. I didn’t know what The Evil Within was capable of. I was alone now... alone with voices. I stumbled into the kitchen, and grabbed a glass of water. The cold water helped a little, as it trickled down my parched throat. I pinched myself hoping soon to wake up from this hell…
‘It's just you and me now! There is nothing you can do Markus.’
“No… no… shut the fuck up… I’m not listening, I’m not listening, I’m not listening!”
My teeth chattered, then the voice stopped. Clean in their tracks, they just disappeared. My eyes opened one eye at a time to see what was happening. When I stood up, I still had a dazed look plastered on my face. I was on edge for another attack, but was sure the voice had stopped, so I sat down. I took another glass of water and drank it. I stumbled back into the bedroom before resting my head. The only thing I could do was try to rest my mind.
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Unknown Location
March 5th, 2021
“The hardest thing I ever had to do in life was accept the reality that I'm not perfect. I've accomplished everything through a long time of hard work, being knocked down and rising up. I've never given up nor have I ever been persuaded away from my path. That's what makes me the strongest competitor inside the ring and the most dangerous man inside the company. I don't know when to quit, It's never been in my vocabulary. My anger, unlimited. My fury, unlimited. My drive, unlimited. My determination, unlimited. My will to do ANYTHING it takes, unlimited. I'll keep fighting until the day I die so why should I surrender knowing that the journey is sweeter than the destination and the reward is much more satisfying than the consequence?”
“Proving Ground was one of the pinnacles of my career so far. I've beaten many on my path to this point yet so many expected me to fall against Dickie Watson. The truth however is, It wasn't my power nor my wrestling abilities that won me the match, it was my drive and my passion to do the right thing for the rest of the roster, it was my willingness to do whatever the hell it took to save the company from the shambolic Dickie Watson title reign. When I felt the Project Honor Grand Championship around my waist, I felt the reward and gratitude. I also felt the silent shock in the arena as it dawned on everybody I was a man of my word. When I said I would see to it that Dickie Watson was no longer a champion in Project Honor, I meant every damn word of it.”
“Dickie. You had what I wanted, you had what I needed to save this place. Thousands of fans in attendance, millions around the world watched as I took away your precious Championship and earned what I longed to become in this business. The real standard bearer. A reason to become that was simple. I yearn for success and I am addicted to it. No one in this company will accomplish more than I will and no one will do the things I’m willing to do when push comes to shove. I'm Relentless for a reason; I want to ensure my reign means something. Therefore I promise to defend this belt more than three times in six fucking months, I said all along this belt deserved better, I’ll be that. Allow me to make it simple Dickie.”
“Your spot equals temporary, mine equals permanent.”
The scene finally comes to light as the camera introduces a dark background with flashes of lightning outside the window. A small room with a white rug covering the entire floor, candles lighting up the walls and a fireplace to add more to the aesthetic. Mark Hunter stands by the window with the Grand Championship belt over his left shoulder. His eyes staring through the window as he enjoys hearing the sound of rain tapping against the glass.
“I've waited so long for this opportunity to arise at my feet. The chance to certify my name in history again but to not only certify it, making history is what I live for. I've longed to make history in this business ever since I signed my name on a dotted line the very first time and that is exactly what I'm doing. The Grand Championship is now my ticket to better. You Dickie were just someone waiting to be squashed. No one cared to see Dickie Watson as a champion when Mark Hunter was an option and you know deep down inside that you don't have the talent nor the heart to beat me in any return match, even with Aiden Reynolds by your side, you haven't got anything for me to fear. You showed your ignorance when you disrespected me previously.”
“Then after I proved I was an honest man all along, you had the nerve to call me out on twitter for the way I won. It's pathetic really. You don’t learn, do you? You became a moany bitch, bitched about being called a bitch, eventually apologised for being a bit of a bitch, and then had a back and forth on twitter with a friend of mine bitching about what I did. Surely you can see why I had to save this company from you and the image you portray?”
"You angered me, your first mistake. You motivated me, your second mistake. You thought you were going to win, your ultimate mistake.”
“You’ve called me a liar, you called me deceitful, you called me lowlife trash, you said I act like a c##t. How blind are you? Why are you so surprised by what happened? I flat out told you I was an asshole, I openly told the world I always play with pocket aces and ANYONE who ALWAYS has pocket aces is obviously cheating… you dismissed all the warnings and my honesty regarding what was about to happen and it’s cost you everything.”
“Adding to that, you accused me of not watching things. Did you and the world not watch me use a distraction to win my first match in project honor? Did you not watch me piledrive someone from fifteen feet up in the air to win my second? Did you not pay attention to me walking out on my partner in my third match? I’m guessing the answer to those questions is no because you wouldn’t have been beaten by me doing something extreme or underhanded to get my own way. I didn’t change in any way to beat you, I did what I’ve been doing all along, I stuck to type, you just don’t give enough of a shit about watching things to have noticed what you were set to face.”
“I can’t speak for Indy, but I'm going to make this upcoming tag match a dog fight. However I don't see either of you as a threat, I see you as speed bumps. Little rocks in the road I'll move out of the way so I can continue on my drive. The pair of you on the other hand, you're not going anywhere. You're going to stay in Italy for a very long time. In other words, I'm going to put your careers on hold. The Grand Championship is now a feature no one in this company can have except me. Trust me when I say it feels fucking amazing to be the first truly great Grand Champion.”
“I want you both to come to Italy, bring your friends and family with you. Sit them down by ringside and make them watch you both suffer at the hands of the man you’ll never beat in a serious match.”
“You want to know who I truly am? You question my drive, my heart? I want you to know exactly who I am before you lose your careers inside that ring. It will be a story for you two to tell your kids about. A story of the man who became a champion by not accepting bitches! A story of the man who openly fucking tells you who he is and lets you cry when you don’t listen! So to be blunt… who I truly am has always been out there for the world to see, only you could not see past your own ego to see it.”
“If you two think you're the first to call me out in front of the fans and try to expose me, you're just like everyone else who hopped on that train. I don't know what the popular trend is. Why does it always have to be exposing the "real" me like I'm the lowest form of scum or the worst guy to ever step foot in the Project Honor? I'm supposed to sit down and shut up, be the honorable guy especially in the face of people like Dickie and Aiden who want to destroy the business? It's reverse psychology. You show me something wrong, I'll show you it back ten times worse if that's the first step to fix it. They all spent time figuring out how to bring out the "inner" me when the actuality of it was pretty simple. There is no fake, there is no illusions. What you see is what you get and if you don't like it, come and do something about it. I'm sick and tired of selling the same damn motto over and over again. You’re not helping yourselves by joining the bandwagon of eejits who can't get the bigger picture. I don't hide shit nor do I fabricate it. I walk, talk, and be it. I am who I say I am and my actions are more than enough supporting evidence to confirm it.”
“No. I don't respect either of you nor should you respect me. Why should you? I'm willing to step an extra mile and pour gasoline on the fire even if it means burning down every living creature in the forest. It's the price I'm willing to pay and the sacrifices I'm willing to take. Why should I care about you two? You're nothing to me- no, you're less than nothing. Another couple of names who are in my way and shall be under my belt because you are just names standing in my way to achieve another accomplishment I'll go down in history for.”
“You're literally children stepping into the ring with the biggest competition of your life. Childish idiots who don't know what it means to put everything on the line in order to see yourself become the greatest athlete in the history of this business. I’m already a better champion than Dickie Watson ever was. Now the pair of you are going to step into the ring and leave it a bloody broken mess when I'm finished with you because you don't have the heart nor the drive to go into that deeper mode that I can reach. You're both weak, I can smell it. You're seriously limited by what you feel and you hold yourself back due to your short range of morality and honor.”
“Look at my track record in this business. There is a reason Mark Hunter has only ever lost one singles match in a career covering many years. Many other wrestlers who people thought were going to destroy me, I ended up destroying them. Hence why all of the assholes who tried to "expose" me are gone. They couldn't handle me being the guy to end the war often in the worst way possible. I'm not afraid to take the route which brings me to Hell, In fact I welcome it.”
He slowly turns away from the window and all candles along with the fireplace are blown out. The camera shows Mark sit down on a chair clicking on an antique lamp revealing him in a grey suit. Right leg crossed over the other, his dark eyes glowing into the camera. The belt is resting on his lap. He's ready for this. He won't stop for anything nor anyone. It's time to assume his position at the top of the mountain.
“The time on the clock is ticking. We're only a few days away from Proving Ground. I'm not giving either of you a chance because you don't deserve it. And Dickie, you did absolutely nothing with this belt except parade around the locker room begging for attention because you were a champion. You're nothing. Another waste of space who should know his place and now you must understand that you can’t beat me in a one on one match. I was waiting for the day to get my hands on this championship because it's my key to a higher calling. It puts me on a level no one can touch so why not just do yourself a favor. Show up in Italy with your buddy; Bring everyone you love and bring the fight because I promise you, you're not going to make it out of the match any better off than you enter it. You needed the belt to be relevant and established in the company while my actions or even a mention of my name garners the attention of the entire world, I push the title whereas the title pushed you.”
“I've waited a long time for this moment. Now no one can deny Mark Hunter. All the people in the back, all the critics. They all had their words to say but now it's my turn to set the tone. The tone however, may not suit you very much.”
The scene fades away as Mark chuckles.