Post by Mark Hunter on May 18, 2021 17:16:56 GMT -5
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BRINGING DOWN THE RAIN
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“There is no such thing as justice, all the best that we can hope for is revenge.” ― Emilie Autumn
Unaired Footage
San Jose, California
May 12th, 2021 - 08:00
The alarm clock started ringing on his Samsung Galaxy S21 Ultra on the bedside counter. Mark's right hand slammed on his phone screen to shut it off before groaning from waking up so early in the morning. It was his somewhat usual regime, eight o'clock in the morning for his first cardio run around the neighborhood. Jelena, his pregnant girlfriend, was right beside him with his other arm caressing her baby bump but also holding his hand. She was deep in her sleep and Mark always enjoyed cuddling her; making sure she didn’t feel alone and she always had someone to be there for her. The smell of her short blonde hair always soothed him but now it was time to break the chain and go on about his business. He sat up on the right side of the bed only dressed in his loose black underwear looking down at the grey carpet while picking up his smartphone to check the time. Mark even checked the workout schedule for the day before getting into the bathroom for that usual never ending morning piss.
After that, he went to wash his hands in the sink of the en-suite bathroom. Splashing his face with the water, Mark turned the tap off and using the mirror, looked himself in the eye. Everything was flying through his mind, regarding both the business and his personal life. For a new guy to endure all the disrespect he had and still win the Grand Championship in his first four months with Project Honor takes something many people just don’t have. It takes something unreal to endure the attacks on his family being thrown from the direction of work. It takes a lot of heart for a man to put his family on his back no matter what. Despite trying his hardest not to show it and often putting up a very different front, deep down Mark was always a hot head, quick tempered, and easily genocidal man who valued friendship, honor, respect, loyalty and most importantly family above everything.
However, he realized that with everyone who had tried to fucking ruin what he was in the business. There was always that one common factor. "Tried" was as far as they ever got. He always won. Nobody had gotten into his head like this though, nobody had attacked his family's businesses, attacked his personal property, and stalked his home before. This was painful.
In the end though due to money spent, his family was safe in San Jose back at his beautiful home and Mark could leave everyday knowing that his pregnant girlfriend, Jelena, would be perfectly safe at home and away from harm for now at least.
It would destroy him if anyone would be able to get their hands on Jelena and his unborn children. One day if he doesn’t sort this shit it could happen but if that day were to come, Mark Hunter would be destroyed and maybe something worse would be reborn inside him. Let us pray that day will never come because it does, may God help us all.
“You're awake.”
Jelena says it as she sits up on the King sized bed shuffling the sheets over to cover her baby bump. Mark walks out of the bathroom to help arrange the pillows to make her more comfortable and Jelena fixes her black pajama shirt.
“Dunno about awake, I’m not fully asleep though. I didn't mean to wake you up.”
“ ...I love waking up to your face.”
Jelena gently strokes his cheeks with her fingers as Mark leans in closer to her after sitting down on the edge of the bed. He smiles, enjoying her soft fingers gently against his face.
“I feel the same. That's why I love looking at myself in the mirror every morning.”
“Markus!”
She slaps his face with her back hand a little harshly but Mark laughs. Jelena rolls her eyes, he is always the joker in the relationship. After he gets done with his antics, she turns away to look outside the window. The sun's rays infiltrated through the window and lit up the master bedroom but like many, Mark could always tell when the person he loved felt weird or uncomfortable.
“Still upset?”
“No...I-I just don't understand why you would go back to work. I don't like it one bit.”
“If it wasn't for wrestling, I would have never met you. I love the business but I’ve made a promise to you and to our unborn children that I will find the person responsible for all the bullshit and I don't plan on breaking that promise. I have to do this. This is my first real test as a father, I have to prove that I can be the man you all want me to be, I have to protect you, the only way to do that is find the bastard and hurt them. Jelena, why are you so upset about my decision?"
“... Because I'm scared!”
Woah, she caught him off guard. She hadn’t once said that before but it was pretty understandable after everything they've been through so far in the year. She's been put in some very harsh situations with Mark although her love for him has been the reason she stayed in the first place and also she's pregnant with twins. Jelena knew what the wrestling world was capable of and some nights she would have nightmares of the worst possible outcomes. It's not easy going to sleep at night knowing the one you love could be destroyed or ruined in a matter of seconds, the ongoing attacks on the family had made that feel like it had a strong chance of that happening any and every week. Mark sighed and looked away for a moment until Jelena continued.
“You don't know how many nights I can barely sleep without wondering if you're going to call the next morning. That place… or at least someone at that place is criminally evil Mark. It's scary, and many things have happened to us that I don't want to see coming to life ever again. I have to watch you go through some of the hardest events in life because of some asshole in that promotion and you're deciding to go back into that hell hole every damn show?! What if something real bad happens? What if you don't call in the morning and they have to come to my doorstep to tell me you've been hurt like Steve or Lance? What if they tell me this twisted bastard has attacked and you aint coming home? No! I won't let you go, you're mine, I can't let yo-”
He immediately planted his lips onto hers. Jelena was silenced as she placed her hands on each side of her face, almost tearing up from her emotional ranting. Mark released his lips from hers and they were forehead to forehead, eyes shut as he really appreciated her concern for his well being. Mark knew what he was getting himself into, it's uncharted territory for any wrestler, this was a new level of uncaring bastard nature. Especially in Project Honor, despite the common dislike amongst Mark and other roster members… Mark just couldn’t see who would do this to him and his family.
“Listen to me, I will not let that happen. I love you and our children so much, I will not let anyone destroy this. You are all I have left in this world and I will do everything in my power to keep you, and our unborn children safe. Do you hear me Jelena? I promise you.”
“Damn you.”
She leaned her head into his right shoulder and hugged him tightly. Mark closed his eyes and sighed again, her comfort was too valuable to him. She really did put him on the spot but eventually Mark will always do what a boyfriend does. Disobey her warnings and continue on the path he knows best and that my friends is directly towards revenge. Despite the fact Jelena brought up very good points, the passion for Professional Wrestling and the need for revenge was too strong to be ignored.
He kissed Jelena on the cheek again then got ready with his training gear on to go for his morning run while she went back to sleep.
Mark was finally on the run, training again to stay Project Honor Grand Champion, training for a possible fight with Ozy, and training to hurt whatever sick bastard was tormenting him and his family.
“The future is purchased by the present.” - Samuel Johnson
Aired Footage
Unknown Location
May 15th, 2021 - 21:53
To believe in ourselves, a power that all of us have that can change the outcome of any fight. One must know what he or she is capable of at all times. Mark is a competitor, and a brutal one at heart. Being in this business for over fifteen years, he believed he’d seen it all. Everything he could imagine. Hell, even a reddit loving man with his pet bird thinking they were the dogs bollocks. He's obviously been very stressed out recently though because of the bombarding questions in his mind, the world has been dousing him with bullshit. The continued stalking and attacks on himself and his family, the upcoming defense against Lil Petey, and the attack from Ozy were all creating questions.
All, and all, the time will come. Mark made his decision; If anyone gets in his way, he will be putting them down, in fact in his current state of mind, it was almost certain someone was going to get hurt very soon.
So we open the scene with the camera lens showing a more dark scenery. The lamp shade next to the fireplace ignites enough light as the silhouette of a man sitting down in a rocking chair with a blanket on his lap is staring deep into the flames. His hazel eyes reflecting the fire, and his hands held together, leaning back humming a tune. A slow calm tune that could almost send chills down a man's body. The room slowly brightens. Walls dusty, old red bricks missing. Rugged damaged wooden flooring, turned over bookcases, and destroyed wooden furniture such as tables laid across the floor. More the size of a common room in a mansion but the place had been abandoned for almost ten years so why would Mark choose here?
"Fire. Fire burns. Fire. It brings us light, and heat. Essential components for creating life. Fire...but the fire I have could burn the entire Universe from every star to planet. Every solar system to every galaxy. Light years north, south, east, and west. The fire I possess that shines so bright, it will melt the flesh off bodies millions of miles away. That fire is nothing more than the burning passion I have for this sport despite the bullshit it is bringing my way, and to be Grand Champion is a fire everyone on Proving Ground should have. Have you ever looked inside yourself to see the fire in you? Do you know if the fire is burning brightly or slowly fading away?”
“In regards to Lil Petey. Some people don't even have a fire in them… they don't even have a spark to work with from the outset. I do though, my spark could ignite a wildfire, an engine starting or even trigger an explosion. A deadly one too. Lethal, and beautiful. I'm an explosion, I'm a nuclear bomb ticking every second away. The last second then boom. I win. I'm saying this because the fire right now is growing but it's being channeled in the wrong direction, if any real direction at all, it could lead to me really burning the wrong person. So now I have to ensure the winds blow it to burn and churn the rotting corpse of Lil Petey next time out. When I look at this fire, I can appreciate what God has given me. It has no limits, it has no patience. It just burns, and burns, and burns. I like that. It's what I want to do to Petey, Ozy, and the sick stalker ruining my damn life. The burning passion in this sport I hold so dearly to my heart, that fire won't go out despite all the bullshit, so why should I lay down, and let some cockalorum like Lil Petey have a special moment at my expense.”
“You really think I would just come in, mind my tongue, give Petey a pass, all whilst the birds are tweeting away? No, you guys don't know me at all. I don't hold back for no one, and I damn sure don't hold back because you're friends with friends of mine. This is a competition, a sport where to win, you have to make sure your opponent doesn't get up or even quits. It's that attitude that has gotten me where I’m at right now. A former multi time Champion across the globe, and now I'm the current Project Honor Grand Champion, a title I took in a mere few months of my debut from the coward that is Dickie Watson. It's what I do. This brutal, and relentless attitude keeps me successful, and keeps me going. Neither of which Lil Petey understands as he doesn't have that mentality. He doesn't have the fire in there. Now I don't really have any problems with Petey getting the shot after Indy's explanation but given the circumstances over recent issues on social media, I'm starting to question a few things. Maybe this is me or maybe I don't think I have been at my best because people are not seeing the bigger picture like I am. Look at the likes of MJOYIN and Aiden Reynolds They don't have that killer instinct to ensure their opponents will never face them again. Pathetic really. Just like Dickie, they have plenty of words but the moment I say fight me… they go quiet!”
“Petey, you have similar weaknesses and you so dearly care about people's opinions. Being liked and having buddies in the back matters to you so fucking much. That sentimental thinking is going to cost you this match. You're not ready to pull the trigger, and you're damn sure not ready to go the extra mile on winning the war before it starts. I can see why you, and the rest of Big Drip deserve each other. I'm unpopular because I turn up, please no one, and just say “let's fight”. Look where I am at, and look where you are Petey. I've been here a shorter time than you, and yet you haven't really done much except sing badly, taste tear gas, lose a lot, and dance about like a crackhead with a dirty toilet brush on your head. So when I win, and I deny you any serious offense, don't go crying to people asking why I'm the one with the most success because you could have been there too but you haven't one percent of my desire and drive.”
Mark rubs his forehead with his right index finger, and exhales. Leaning back in the chair, he continues watching the fire. Hands gripped tightly around the edge of the armrest, back and forth the chair rocks.
“I'm going to have to end your special moment in the spotlight here, and now. Harsh as it may sound, you may even be sidelined depending how I feel but this is what you get from me. I DO NOT hold back against my opponents any time, and I damn sure won't hold back against you. When we first met backstage, I didn't like you, and damn sure never wanted to waste a main event facing you. Here we are though, and now it's going to be the end of this pipe dream you likely possess. No one can save you.”
“I'm stepping up to you in your face, and I'm telling you now that the beating I will give you will be more brutal than anything you’ve ever received. It's going to be worse than sitting through a night of twitter with the regular Project Honor bitching, and it's damn sure going to be worse than listening to any of the generic promos cut by the likes of James Raven and Aiden Reynolds. Yeah, I know. I'm one harsh motherfucker but who would I be if I wasn't? I’m this shows beacon for a reason. Enough reason for my success, and enough reason why I should get respect from everyone in this company. I’ve not lost a single one on one match in Project Honor, to not respect me is to disrespect those I’ve beaten. Lil Petey is sure as hell NOT going to be the one that breaks that six month streak.”
“This match is going to be the next step in my path to becoming Project Honors centrepiece and greatest champion. Mark Hunter is the only person in Project Honor that really matters, and the only person worthy of carrying a title named “Grand”. Nobody will ever beat me in my wake. I am indestructible, and damn sure undefeated one on one. Lil Petey. My message for you is simple. You really think you have all the tools to beat me, you think my other issues will be my downfall but when I step into the ring, I will put it all aside to beat you down to a bloody pulp. Yeah, this is the real world. Two men who want to win are going to go for each other's jugular, and not to mention, beat the living utter crap out of each other, well you wish you could. Hello Petey boy!!! This isn't the girl scouts or any other cookie baking club. This isn't about the peace corps. This is PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING. The way to win is to beat your opponent so that they can't get up for more than three seconds or make them submit. Tell me how else it should be won? Well except for other stipulations being put in but it shouldn't be about knowing who to sing with, like the most, or dancing like a bell end. It's about fighting, blood, sweat, tears, and brutality. Am I the only one who abides by that?”
“So when I turn up in Brazil, I'm bringing the old school spirit of fire, and pain that’s been gone for so fucking long in this business, not a damn person is gonna stop me. So whatever everyone wants to say about me from the other side of a keyboard, say it. I'll be over here bringing down the fucking rain, and ending careers in that ring.”
“Lil Petey. I'll see you very soon, it'll be quick, and you have to hope...clean!”
“I can’t turn my cheek away, I stand before you, I’ll sin when I have to.” - Avenged Sevenfold
Unaired Footage
Curitiba, Brazil
May 18th, 2021 - 20:44
Late evening in Curitiba, Brazil, and Mark Hunter is currently running through the park wearing nothing but Reebok running shorts and trainers. A lot was on his mind, and he was even thinking about the bullshit social media crap with numerous roster members who were full set on bitching about shit just because they didn't agree with how things were going down in Project Honor. In regards to all those bitching and whining about Mark and the Grand Championship, he had said step up and fight me then, but every conversation died at that point. All so cowardly, all so fearful of just being another number added to the streak.
Strolling through his cardio jog, the park in the city had more a mother nature's touch to it compared to the concrete jungle slowly taking over the natural radiance. It was a bunch of bridges held high over a large lake, and he was running across one of the wooden bridges with each stomp getting louder, and louder. Families, and other civilians moved out of the way as he continued running with his phone on his arm playing a mixture of music to help him chill. Stopping at the end of the bridge was a little hut with a bench, and wooden fence built around to show the beautiful scenery of the rest of the park. He sat down on the bench, and leaned back against the edge of the table while the sweat continued to drip off his face, and chest. Strong heavy breaths decreased all the way to short, slow breaths, heart rate slowly decreasing, and now
The music playing from his Premium Paid Spotify account paused. Vibrating on his right arm, he was receiving a call, and who could it be? None other than his other half, Jelena Martyn. By speaking into the voice command, the call was answered.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Not a lot, feeling much safer now. Having Steve and the private investigators cronies here has made a massive difference.”
“Chris has been great, I spoke to him earlier, he’s staying in the same hotel as me, kinda protecting my shit when I aint there.”
“The guys here reckon the investigation is going nowhere though.”
“Yeah, Chris has admitted to me he’s relying on either the computer boffins finding something or catching the bastard in the act of doing something.”
“Do you think that’s likely?”
Mark sighs “Not really, Chris is attending the show with me, he’s convinced the problem lies at work.”
“What are we gonna do if this goes on?”
“I’ll have to quit Project Honor and we’ll move somewhere new… I fucking love wrestling but this type of bullshit ain’t worth it. You and the twins are more important than any of this.”
“Markus…”
“Yeah.”
“Find out who this sick bastard is for all of us… then beat him so bad he breathes through a fucking tube.”
“Oh… If I ever find out… you have my word on that and more.”
“I love you Mark.”
“I Love you too.”
The call ended, and Mark buried his face deep into the palms of his hands. This was getting too much for his nerves. What more could happen to him? As if fighting everything, and everyone in Project Honor wasn't enough. No matter what, he wanted to get this show over with, and walk out still your Project Honor Grand Champion. This is his yard, and only he controls the outcome. The same mentality for this match versus Lil Petey as any other. This match was his yard as well, and he HAS to win. The only outcome in his own mind, and now it's time for Lil Petey to suffer.