Post by Dreamkiller on Apr 2, 2021 1:59:03 GMT -5
7. Faith
The Devil in I
Just when you think your life can’t get worse you often find the one thing that can. The one thing that can save you and destroy you all in one swoop. Faith. That great lie that millions and billions of people around the world bring into their lives as a way to atone for their personality flaws and explain away the fact that life as a whole is not fucking fair. I don’t even know why I believed it. I don’t even know why I wanted to.
See 6 years ago I was sitting in an apartment in London. I had lost it all, the job, the friends. I was in school but it was losing its luster and I wondered, what else did the world hold?. I turned on my TV and there it was. My future. I saw my sister the great and powerful Amber fucking Richards standing in a ring. The crowd chanted her name as she held up a championship for the Imperial Wrestling Federation. She was popular, she was loved and all she had to do was be her loudmouth self and beat the shit out of people.
I wondered how she got there...and then I saw him. A dark Angel….
He stood at ringside, his smile was twisted as he applauded her. His muscular arms were covered in tattoos, his long black hair flowing down his back and shoulders. He wore pre faded jeans and had a chain leading from the front belt loop to his wallet, a black leather vest with an insignia. I was smitten. And then I saw him grab my sister by the hip, jam his tongue down her throat and take her away all while people went nuts.
I wanted it.
I needed it.
I didn’t care what it took I wanted what she had because I knew if little Amber could do it. Well. I could do it better. I packed my shit and left. I flew to the US where she had disappeared to all those years ago looking for the man who trained her. Do you know what I found instead?. I found lies, pain, and bullshit. I found darkness that somehow made what my father did seem like a mild dream. I won’t even dignify the woman who caused it. The woman whose hatred for my sister led me towards what I was about to endure.
See the real poison in all of this. Was the faith. The fact I would give anything, do anything without question. No matter how sick or evil. No matter how violent or painful. I did it all out of love. I should have known right there that it was a lie. I couldn’t feel that so why did I pretend I could?. Oh right…..
Faith….
Under the words of men
Something is tempting the father
Where is your will, my friend?
Insatiate never even bother
You and I, wrong or right
Traded a lie for the leverage
In between the lens in light
You're not what you seem
New York, USA
6 Years Ago
Undo these chains, my friend
“Do you love me child?”
The words rang in my ears as I dropped to my knees. The room was dark, with no windows to bring in the light. Just an old wooden door left open and a single lightbulb above. I stayed there, my heart racing as he stood in front of me. She had left, unable to face her work. Others stood in the room. Two men, the brothers, stood on either side of the Dark Angel. His eyes burning down at me as he impatiently waited for an answer. And the answer I couldn’t give him. He would see through the lie. He would sense the lack of sincerity.
I felt the back of his hand, the rings cut my cheek as I closed my eyes. That was a mistake. His hand grabbed my chin and lifted my face to the light, the scratches oozed blood as it dripped down and onto the stone floor beneath me. The dark angel chuckled and I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He leaned down looking me in the eye. I studied him, his strength was there, this was a great man I told myself over and over. She had told me that belief in him would lead to my salvation. It would lead to me becoming what I wanted.
“I love you...I worship you…”
The words spilled from my mouth and he stayed staring, judging, studying. He believed. He knew he had me. He knew that I now had faith in him and what he had told me. He let me go standing up straight as he looked at one of the brothers with a nod. He backed away and I felt their hands on me. They dragged me around through into another room. A single bed closed off walls. This was to be my home. I stood there, cold but trusting in his process. To become what my sister was. To become great. But in his words, to become great, you must first know loss.
Angel Blake. A former champion, a former world conqueror. And a man with a god complex. A delusion of power…..
But my eyes never left his. I sat on the end of the bed and he stood there with a grin. His hand drifted down to my head pulling it up to look him in the eye. “You will be my weapon Kayla. Everything your sister failed to be.” And I was going to do it, I was going to be whatever he wanted me to be. And I would love him for it. Every smile or kind look like a reward for my service.
I had faith. For in his eyes bleached in fire and forged in anger I saw the face of God. And the true God was evil. The true god was poison. The true god was blind….just like faith.
The real Kingslayer…
“Well now, I supposed Wired Consequences didn’t go quite as expected now did it?”
Her emerald eyes blaze with arrogance, a small smile twisted in her red painted lips as her long black hair flows down her shoulders and back. She lets out a small sigh as her shoulders slump, her eyes looking sideways and up as she starts to think where to go from here. Her British accent comes through very strongly.
“So many of you actually believed lightning would strike twice. That Jason Long would actually beat me.; When the title was on the line he looked me in the eye and failed. And thank fuck he did. Lets face it, Maverick, or Jason Long, or the great Thot hunter, he isn’t championship material in this company. Other companies where his bullshit antics and comments carry weight, where he thinks he can simply win matches by rambling for an hour like a lunatic. But not here. Not in Project:Honor. This company is about how good you are, how well you can win matches. And when it comes to winning matches, well, Kayla Richards is the name you should all remember…”
“When I first signed with this company, despite all of my accomplishments, despite the name I have and my family has in this business, there was little to no excitement. And why would there be right? With names like Elena DeDraca, Dickie Watson, Shawn Warstien, James Raven and others who have since taken their tails, tucked them and left, why would anyone care? Why would anyone hear the name Kayla Richards and think they were in for a fight?”
“Well, they should have. I’m not some stupid rookie, I’m not an idiot like Zack Tyler, I’m not a quitter with no talent like Amber Payne. I am a seasoned veteran…”
“A former world champion, a champion in every single company I have been in and someone who has beaten and taken out some of the biggest names in this business but when I signed I was told to stay home. Stay home till they were “ready”. Stay home till the draft was taken care of. So, like a good little soldier I did. I sat at home, I twiddled my thumbs and I watched. And in that time I saw people with half my talent getting prominent spots in the company. So I thought and hoped that when they did decide to use me, I would get that kind of treatment too…”
She clears her throat and laughs under her breath, her head shaking side to side as Kayla folds her arms over her chest.
“But, that isn’t what happened. I started in a dark match and had to earn my place. So through hard work and talent I did, I won my debut, I went to The Crowning and outlasted everyone on this godforsaken brand and for my efforts I became the Noble champion, only to lose a match to a fluke artist. A loss that I avenged because, the truth is that little bitch never had my number. It’s not a dominant record, but it is an interesting one with its caveats All I have done since putting pen to paper is show my talent and drive and fucking prove every time I step in the ring just how goddamn good I am. I lost to Shawn Warstein who snuck up behind me, I beat Finale out of this goddamn company, I lost to Jason Long after beating his worthless ass for the whole match and I am still the Project Honor Noble champion….”
“And, I am rewarded by being put in a triple threat match against a failure and someone who wishes they were me.”
“I have to face a woman who went on social media, and told a champion in this company, A CHAMPION, that they needed to cosplay as someone with “talent”, then when I pointed out the stupidity of the statement, instead of her admitting her mistake she doubled down and said that just because you’re a champion, doesn’t mean you’re talented. Well, it’s nice to know that Drago, Kasey, Elena and I aren’t talented but a woman who looks like she should be hanging out in a crack den apparently is…”
“Pixie Sloane and Crash Rodriguez. This has got to be a goddamn joke right?”
She reaches down and pulls up the Noble title putting it over her shoulder. It shines under the light coming down from above as a smile beams on her arrogant face and body language.
“See, this is a championship title. I earned it, I’ve defended it, I have been someone who has flown the fallout flag proudly. This is what you get when you have talent and you show the world what you can do week in and week out. Something Crash wouldn’t have the faintest idea about. Zero and three Crash. No wins, three losses. And one of those was a title match. Now, I’m going to ignore the booking that handed you a title shot after losing to finale and then also losing a tag team match against...S.E.X of all teams, and I will remind you that if you could have won that match, if you could have come out of the other side with the Ascension championship then no one would have remembered the losses.”
“Because you would have been a champion.”
“But, when push came to shove you failed. You had a chance and you failed. Kasey Winterborn made you all look pedestrian. And for you especially that has to be hard. Every single promo you talk about how you were born to do this and that nothing is going to stop you. The problem is that everything has stopped you. Finale stopped you, S.E.X stopped you and then Winterborn stopped you. The record turns and repeats itself. Change the channel Crash, admit your faults, admit yuou’re a fuck up and a loser and then maybe, just maybe you can get passed it.”
“Not this week though. Not this match. Because you have to face me…”
There is a flash of a grin before Kayla continues.
“But the third member of this is little miss Pixie Sloane. The answer the the age of question, what happens when you take a crack whore and ask here to become a professional wrestler?. Five foot one, ninety eight pounds of LA trash. Great, awesome. I’m so glad I’ve been such a great champion for this brand and a mouthpiece for all things Fallout only to be thrown in a match with these two. But, then again, atleast crack rock Pixie has a win to her name…”
Cue a slow sarcastic clap.
“Congratulations Pixie, you won your debut. You beat Logan Burress and Kevin Hunter. Now, I don’t know much about Logan, but Kevin Hunter is certainly...known. I suppose you could say. So honestly, that’s great, you’re already a step above the third wheel of our match. But, don’t get excited, I only meant that with your win, as a human being and a wrestler...well…”
“Lets face it, Project Honor are scraping the bottom of the barrel for opponents to put against me.”
“You are a victim of need. A need for Fallout to have me on the card but they aren’t sure who to put against me. And while I should be facing people with name value on this brand I’m stuck against people like you Pixie. You and Crash. And as I mentioned while you know what it’s like to win a match, your opinions and who you are, well, it’s all very suspect. I’m a champion, I’m a name and I am one of the best in this company. You and Crash are going to learn it and feel it. Fallout IV Aftermath is going to be another mission statement from the fucking Dreamkiller….and your two are going to be the examples…”
The Devil in I
Just when you think your life can’t get worse you often find the one thing that can. The one thing that can save you and destroy you all in one swoop. Faith. That great lie that millions and billions of people around the world bring into their lives as a way to atone for their personality flaws and explain away the fact that life as a whole is not fucking fair. I don’t even know why I believed it. I don’t even know why I wanted to.
See 6 years ago I was sitting in an apartment in London. I had lost it all, the job, the friends. I was in school but it was losing its luster and I wondered, what else did the world hold?. I turned on my TV and there it was. My future. I saw my sister the great and powerful Amber fucking Richards standing in a ring. The crowd chanted her name as she held up a championship for the Imperial Wrestling Federation. She was popular, she was loved and all she had to do was be her loudmouth self and beat the shit out of people.
I wondered how she got there...and then I saw him. A dark Angel….
He stood at ringside, his smile was twisted as he applauded her. His muscular arms were covered in tattoos, his long black hair flowing down his back and shoulders. He wore pre faded jeans and had a chain leading from the front belt loop to his wallet, a black leather vest with an insignia. I was smitten. And then I saw him grab my sister by the hip, jam his tongue down her throat and take her away all while people went nuts.
I wanted it.
I needed it.
I didn’t care what it took I wanted what she had because I knew if little Amber could do it. Well. I could do it better. I packed my shit and left. I flew to the US where she had disappeared to all those years ago looking for the man who trained her. Do you know what I found instead?. I found lies, pain, and bullshit. I found darkness that somehow made what my father did seem like a mild dream. I won’t even dignify the woman who caused it. The woman whose hatred for my sister led me towards what I was about to endure.
See the real poison in all of this. Was the faith. The fact I would give anything, do anything without question. No matter how sick or evil. No matter how violent or painful. I did it all out of love. I should have known right there that it was a lie. I couldn’t feel that so why did I pretend I could?. Oh right…..
Faith….
Under the words of men
Something is tempting the father
Where is your will, my friend?
Insatiate never even bother
You and I, wrong or right
Traded a lie for the leverage
In between the lens in light
You're not what you seem
New York, USA
6 Years Ago
Undo these chains, my friend
“Do you love me child?”
The words rang in my ears as I dropped to my knees. The room was dark, with no windows to bring in the light. Just an old wooden door left open and a single lightbulb above. I stayed there, my heart racing as he stood in front of me. She had left, unable to face her work. Others stood in the room. Two men, the brothers, stood on either side of the Dark Angel. His eyes burning down at me as he impatiently waited for an answer. And the answer I couldn’t give him. He would see through the lie. He would sense the lack of sincerity.
I felt the back of his hand, the rings cut my cheek as I closed my eyes. That was a mistake. His hand grabbed my chin and lifted my face to the light, the scratches oozed blood as it dripped down and onto the stone floor beneath me. The dark angel chuckled and I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He leaned down looking me in the eye. I studied him, his strength was there, this was a great man I told myself over and over. She had told me that belief in him would lead to my salvation. It would lead to me becoming what I wanted.
“I love you...I worship you…”
The words spilled from my mouth and he stayed staring, judging, studying. He believed. He knew he had me. He knew that I now had faith in him and what he had told me. He let me go standing up straight as he looked at one of the brothers with a nod. He backed away and I felt their hands on me. They dragged me around through into another room. A single bed closed off walls. This was to be my home. I stood there, cold but trusting in his process. To become what my sister was. To become great. But in his words, to become great, you must first know loss.
Angel Blake. A former champion, a former world conqueror. And a man with a god complex. A delusion of power…..
But my eyes never left his. I sat on the end of the bed and he stood there with a grin. His hand drifted down to my head pulling it up to look him in the eye. “You will be my weapon Kayla. Everything your sister failed to be.” And I was going to do it, I was going to be whatever he wanted me to be. And I would love him for it. Every smile or kind look like a reward for my service.
I had faith. For in his eyes bleached in fire and forged in anger I saw the face of God. And the true God was evil. The true god was poison. The true god was blind….just like faith.
The real Kingslayer…
“Well now, I supposed Wired Consequences didn’t go quite as expected now did it?”
Her emerald eyes blaze with arrogance, a small smile twisted in her red painted lips as her long black hair flows down her shoulders and back. She lets out a small sigh as her shoulders slump, her eyes looking sideways and up as she starts to think where to go from here. Her British accent comes through very strongly.
“So many of you actually believed lightning would strike twice. That Jason Long would actually beat me.; When the title was on the line he looked me in the eye and failed. And thank fuck he did. Lets face it, Maverick, or Jason Long, or the great Thot hunter, he isn’t championship material in this company. Other companies where his bullshit antics and comments carry weight, where he thinks he can simply win matches by rambling for an hour like a lunatic. But not here. Not in Project:Honor. This company is about how good you are, how well you can win matches. And when it comes to winning matches, well, Kayla Richards is the name you should all remember…”
“When I first signed with this company, despite all of my accomplishments, despite the name I have and my family has in this business, there was little to no excitement. And why would there be right? With names like Elena DeDraca, Dickie Watson, Shawn Warstien, James Raven and others who have since taken their tails, tucked them and left, why would anyone care? Why would anyone hear the name Kayla Richards and think they were in for a fight?”
“Well, they should have. I’m not some stupid rookie, I’m not an idiot like Zack Tyler, I’m not a quitter with no talent like Amber Payne. I am a seasoned veteran…”
“A former world champion, a champion in every single company I have been in and someone who has beaten and taken out some of the biggest names in this business but when I signed I was told to stay home. Stay home till they were “ready”. Stay home till the draft was taken care of. So, like a good little soldier I did. I sat at home, I twiddled my thumbs and I watched. And in that time I saw people with half my talent getting prominent spots in the company. So I thought and hoped that when they did decide to use me, I would get that kind of treatment too…”
She clears her throat and laughs under her breath, her head shaking side to side as Kayla folds her arms over her chest.
“But, that isn’t what happened. I started in a dark match and had to earn my place. So through hard work and talent I did, I won my debut, I went to The Crowning and outlasted everyone on this godforsaken brand and for my efforts I became the Noble champion, only to lose a match to a fluke artist. A loss that I avenged because, the truth is that little bitch never had my number. It’s not a dominant record, but it is an interesting one with its caveats All I have done since putting pen to paper is show my talent and drive and fucking prove every time I step in the ring just how goddamn good I am. I lost to Shawn Warstein who snuck up behind me, I beat Finale out of this goddamn company, I lost to Jason Long after beating his worthless ass for the whole match and I am still the Project Honor Noble champion….”
“And, I am rewarded by being put in a triple threat match against a failure and someone who wishes they were me.”
“I have to face a woman who went on social media, and told a champion in this company, A CHAMPION, that they needed to cosplay as someone with “talent”, then when I pointed out the stupidity of the statement, instead of her admitting her mistake she doubled down and said that just because you’re a champion, doesn’t mean you’re talented. Well, it’s nice to know that Drago, Kasey, Elena and I aren’t talented but a woman who looks like she should be hanging out in a crack den apparently is…”
“Pixie Sloane and Crash Rodriguez. This has got to be a goddamn joke right?”
She reaches down and pulls up the Noble title putting it over her shoulder. It shines under the light coming down from above as a smile beams on her arrogant face and body language.
“See, this is a championship title. I earned it, I’ve defended it, I have been someone who has flown the fallout flag proudly. This is what you get when you have talent and you show the world what you can do week in and week out. Something Crash wouldn’t have the faintest idea about. Zero and three Crash. No wins, three losses. And one of those was a title match. Now, I’m going to ignore the booking that handed you a title shot after losing to finale and then also losing a tag team match against...S.E.X of all teams, and I will remind you that if you could have won that match, if you could have come out of the other side with the Ascension championship then no one would have remembered the losses.”
“Because you would have been a champion.”
“But, when push came to shove you failed. You had a chance and you failed. Kasey Winterborn made you all look pedestrian. And for you especially that has to be hard. Every single promo you talk about how you were born to do this and that nothing is going to stop you. The problem is that everything has stopped you. Finale stopped you, S.E.X stopped you and then Winterborn stopped you. The record turns and repeats itself. Change the channel Crash, admit your faults, admit yuou’re a fuck up and a loser and then maybe, just maybe you can get passed it.”
“Not this week though. Not this match. Because you have to face me…”
There is a flash of a grin before Kayla continues.
“But the third member of this is little miss Pixie Sloane. The answer the the age of question, what happens when you take a crack whore and ask here to become a professional wrestler?. Five foot one, ninety eight pounds of LA trash. Great, awesome. I’m so glad I’ve been such a great champion for this brand and a mouthpiece for all things Fallout only to be thrown in a match with these two. But, then again, atleast crack rock Pixie has a win to her name…”
Cue a slow sarcastic clap.
“Congratulations Pixie, you won your debut. You beat Logan Burress and Kevin Hunter. Now, I don’t know much about Logan, but Kevin Hunter is certainly...known. I suppose you could say. So honestly, that’s great, you’re already a step above the third wheel of our match. But, don’t get excited, I only meant that with your win, as a human being and a wrestler...well…”
“Lets face it, Project Honor are scraping the bottom of the barrel for opponents to put against me.”
“You are a victim of need. A need for Fallout to have me on the card but they aren’t sure who to put against me. And while I should be facing people with name value on this brand I’m stuck against people like you Pixie. You and Crash. And as I mentioned while you know what it’s like to win a match, your opinions and who you are, well, it’s all very suspect. I’m a champion, I’m a name and I am one of the best in this company. You and Crash are going to learn it and feel it. Fallout IV Aftermath is going to be another mission statement from the fucking Dreamkiller….and your two are going to be the examples…”
