<![CDATA[X-treme Wrestling Federation - Relentless Day 3 (August 24th) PPV RP Archive]]> https://xwf1999.com/ Sat, 09 May 2026 13:51:50 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Beauty In Everything // Nine (conclusion)]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14632 Sun, 24 Aug 2014 11:15:07 -0700 Great Buzzard Eli James IV]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14632
Eric Rex. Elisha's original name.



The lady I met.. the love of my life... Ocean did pass away. We got married and went to the big city. She was killed there. She became the middle of a all out war between several organized crime groups. She was on her way back from the grocery store and I was waiting for her to return.

We never made it back home together.

I was shown what could have been. I saw the turmoil of Donnie's heart.

The day she died... I went out to the beach by myself. I had lost the one person I loved and she was no more. She was gone forever.

I stood there for hours... thinking about everything. I thought about killing those who did that to Ocean. I wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do it or not.. but I did it... later on.

I had to wonder what everyone would think of me when I returned home with a dead wife. What would her parents think of me? What would my parents think? I couldn't remain in hiding for the rest of my life. I chose not to carry that burden.

As I heard the ocean move and waves crash... I heard her voice.

It when I realized why she was named Ocean. She was going to be a martyr. Her purpose was to bring me here... die... so that I could see who I am. I would have never come here if she were still alive. She became the sacrifice to which I owe everything to.

I stay in the mountains because it's hard to hear her voice. I tear up when she lightly speaks my name. She's still here.

I went in the water to be submerged in the blood of my wife. She died for me, and I would take up her life and live out the purpose. I would no longer be about human emotions or material things.

I shared these very thoughts to Mystica when Alexandra Callaway shared her love for him. I'm glad David left and Myst has another. David fell weak. I wonder how this new Mystica is?

While many things in this life are meant to be enjoyed, such as marriage... they should never control us or remove us from the purpose.

I came out of the ocean a new man. I wasn't the son of Eli James III. I was unique. I had broken the generational name. My eyes were opened and I heard every word that was spoken over me.

I heard every prophesy.

I heard every curse thrown on me and my family.

I saw every blessing.

I recall every rumor of war and taking out my father.

I was no longer the man they knew.

I would be walking onto familiar grounds, but I would be unfamiliar in their eyes. They would know my name, but not my heart. My foolishness would become their wisdom. I was born again. I accepted the call.

Through blood.. through fire.. through hell... through betrayal.. I would remain standing and this smile would never leave my face.

I looked up into the sky as I was walking away and I saw my next step...

X... W.... F

They were coming to this city. I had to be the light for them. I would have to be the one to show them the way. I would remember those letters for a while until it was time for me to arrive and present the light to them.

My darling's death would not go in vain.

The Ghost of Easter Rising will forever be a song played in my soul.


I later realized Donnie had no son named Eric Rex. He did have a brother named Eric, and the last name was Rex. Donnie and Eric were step brothers.

When I arrived back to the town... I was hated by most and loved by few. My family stood by me, and so I showed them mercy. One Sunday morning we were all in church... the preacher spoke on forgiveness... and encouraged us to repent because we would partake in communion.

A lot of people died that day. People saw it as judgment because they didn't repent. Every person that died had spoken publicly against me... including the preacher.

My daddy become the new preacher in town and started things right.

It was judgment. I just had to help move the hand to the right people.

Donnie died. His parents died. Eric did not. I have no idea why. He had a strong stomach. He vanished.

I later found out where he was. He developed an early case of memory loss and had trouble remembering anything in the past. Oddly, he was in the XWF. It was a sign that confirmed we were meant to be friends. We were on the same journey, except he had yet to be born again. I rushed it. In time he will come to see the truth.

The journey started at me being in the bottom and rising to the top.

I will make them hear the ocean.

Her blood will speak and one way or another.. they will hear it.

So..

Who Am I?

I'm the only one to live in both the dark and light.

I speak truth.

I do not conform to the pattern of any religion given down by words or paper.

My accent is southern, but I'm from the heavens.

My body had a beginning just like everyone else.. but my soul is eternal.

I am the mercy seat and throne judgment.

I am the prayers answeres and the vengeance solution.

I am beneath and above.

They declare my name and sing my praises.


We will be together again, Ocean. My love. Until then... may more martyrs visit you and tell you of the great truth being told to the world.

Through my eyes.. in death or in life...

There is Beauty In Everything."]]>
Eric Rex. Elisha's original name.



The lady I met.. the love of my life... Ocean did pass away. We got married and went to the big city. She was killed there. She became the middle of a all out war between several organized crime groups. She was on her way back from the grocery store and I was waiting for her to return.

We never made it back home together.

I was shown what could have been. I saw the turmoil of Donnie's heart.

The day she died... I went out to the beach by myself. I had lost the one person I loved and she was no more. She was gone forever.

I stood there for hours... thinking about everything. I thought about killing those who did that to Ocean. I wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do it or not.. but I did it... later on.

I had to wonder what everyone would think of me when I returned home with a dead wife. What would her parents think of me? What would my parents think? I couldn't remain in hiding for the rest of my life. I chose not to carry that burden.

As I heard the ocean move and waves crash... I heard her voice.

It when I realized why she was named Ocean. She was going to be a martyr. Her purpose was to bring me here... die... so that I could see who I am. I would have never come here if she were still alive. She became the sacrifice to which I owe everything to.

I stay in the mountains because it's hard to hear her voice. I tear up when she lightly speaks my name. She's still here.

I went in the water to be submerged in the blood of my wife. She died for me, and I would take up her life and live out the purpose. I would no longer be about human emotions or material things.

I shared these very thoughts to Mystica when Alexandra Callaway shared her love for him. I'm glad David left and Myst has another. David fell weak. I wonder how this new Mystica is?

While many things in this life are meant to be enjoyed, such as marriage... they should never control us or remove us from the purpose.

I came out of the ocean a new man. I wasn't the son of Eli James III. I was unique. I had broken the generational name. My eyes were opened and I heard every word that was spoken over me.

I heard every prophesy.

I heard every curse thrown on me and my family.

I saw every blessing.

I recall every rumor of war and taking out my father.

I was no longer the man they knew.

I would be walking onto familiar grounds, but I would be unfamiliar in their eyes. They would know my name, but not my heart. My foolishness would become their wisdom. I was born again. I accepted the call.

Through blood.. through fire.. through hell... through betrayal.. I would remain standing and this smile would never leave my face.

I looked up into the sky as I was walking away and I saw my next step...

X... W.... F

They were coming to this city. I had to be the light for them. I would have to be the one to show them the way. I would remember those letters for a while until it was time for me to arrive and present the light to them.

My darling's death would not go in vain.

The Ghost of Easter Rising will forever be a song played in my soul.


I later realized Donnie had no son named Eric Rex. He did have a brother named Eric, and the last name was Rex. Donnie and Eric were step brothers.

When I arrived back to the town... I was hated by most and loved by few. My family stood by me, and so I showed them mercy. One Sunday morning we were all in church... the preacher spoke on forgiveness... and encouraged us to repent because we would partake in communion.

A lot of people died that day. People saw it as judgment because they didn't repent. Every person that died had spoken publicly against me... including the preacher.

My daddy become the new preacher in town and started things right.

It was judgment. I just had to help move the hand to the right people.

Donnie died. His parents died. Eric did not. I have no idea why. He had a strong stomach. He vanished.

I later found out where he was. He developed an early case of memory loss and had trouble remembering anything in the past. Oddly, he was in the XWF. It was a sign that confirmed we were meant to be friends. We were on the same journey, except he had yet to be born again. I rushed it. In time he will come to see the truth.

The journey started at me being in the bottom and rising to the top.

I will make them hear the ocean.

Her blood will speak and one way or another.. they will hear it.

So..

Who Am I?

I'm the only one to live in both the dark and light.

I speak truth.

I do not conform to the pattern of any religion given down by words or paper.

My accent is southern, but I'm from the heavens.

My body had a beginning just like everyone else.. but my soul is eternal.

I am the mercy seat and throne judgment.

I am the prayers answeres and the vengeance solution.

I am beneath and above.

They declare my name and sing my praises.


We will be together again, Ocean. My love. Until then... may more martyrs visit you and tell you of the great truth being told to the world.

Through my eyes.. in death or in life...

There is Beauty In Everything."]]> <![CDATA[Do Not Sink]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14621 Sun, 24 Aug 2014 10:43:22 -0700 Great Buzzard Eli James IV]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14621 A light rain begins to fall from the sky to water the fields and make drivers become reckless. Not too many people are out today thanks to the weather. Somewhere behind a main road is a future construction site. In the meantime, thanks to the rain and delay on constructing, there are quite a few vehicles and four-wheelers having fun in the mud.

The sign informs all intruders they are not to trespass due to private property. It even gives you what will happen if you fail to obey the sign. They've been going to this area for a few months and nothing has happened. What's another day?

They notice a man with long hair and a beard walking towards them. He looks homeless. It catches the attention of a few, but they just ignore him and go about their business.

He walks behind one of the young college girls and touches her hair.

"Eww. Get away from me freak!"

"Hey, what the hell is your problem?"

The boyfriend steps in to be her knight. He squints his eyes and raises his cheeks. He doesn't seem to be afraid. The girl's loud voice got the rest of the groups attention, and so they made their way toward the loner. They don't look very happy. They all surround the strange man, and to make things worse... he blows a kiss at another college girl there.

As their about to beat the hell out of him...

"Hold on. Before you all try to hurt me.. let me ask you nicely to leave my property. Apparently, you all have ignored my sign. You've been coming here for a while now and I've been gracious to you all.. I'm now done and I ask you all to leave. If you don't.. then you read the sign and know what happens next."

"Fuck you. Fuck off."

"I told ya so."

Eli turns around and walks off. As he leaves, they begin to throw out insults and even a few pick up piles of dirt to sling at him.

Hours pass by and as they are about to leave.. someone shoots out all their tires. The girls panic and the guys try to be tough. Suddenly, everything and everyone starts to sink into the ground. They are stuck. They begin screaming.

Eli walks up so they all can see him, but far enough to where he's not near the sinking ground. He's eating ice cream. They are screaming for him to help.

We get a glimpse of the sign that reads, "Those who trespass will sink into darkness."

"I'm a man of my word. Enjoy yourselves down there. Oh, and.. fuck off."

Eli turns around and laughs as he walks away.

Weeks go by and there are over twenty missing person posters everywhere.

Eli is walking around the field where those college students sunk into darkness.

"I'm just a man of my word. I warn. I speak truth. This brings us here, Morbid.

Morbid Angel. No longer the dark lord people fear. He's gullible and lacks anything beyond elementary teaching, which is why we have to be careful when speaking to him. Poor thing. He was told I beat Blizzard by sucking dick. Ya know, there is this new thing in the world called technology. Hell, even this old hick that people like to label me as knows about it. You can easily go back and watch what actually happened. Did Morbid apparently do that? Nah. He took someones word for it.

Morbid, did you hear? Cars don't exist anymore. Do you believe that too? Or do you not believe it because you can go see cars all around? It must be the former instead of the latter, since you could go back and watch actual footage of the match instead of taking someones word for it.

You're right. I am unscripted. I don't need to read allow someone to write my words for me or read it off a paper. I speak what I believe and I speak truth.

Just when I thought you were getting the hang of things and seeing bits of truth in my words.. you go and say more stupid things.

I'm a Christian because.. I look like one?

What does a Christian.. Look.. like? I've seen some who dress is fancy clothes and some who live on the streets. They.. look.. different, so I wonder what one actually looks like. If you meant I ACT like one... do I?

I nailed two people to a cross.

I beheaded Shane and the Administrator.

I've claimed to no set religion.

That sounds like a Christian, doesn't it? Especially when their teaching says Jesus is the only way to heaven and if ya deny him.. you don't go. I haven't spoke to you about Jesus or claimed his words... and yet.. I look.. like a Christian.

I burned down a bar with people still alive in it.

I killed the same ones I saved at the Promise Land.

This sounds like a Christian and a guy who isn't sure of himself, doesn't it?

I think I know why you are making up all these claims. You're afraid. If I were a Christian, I'd have to take it easy on the violence and turn the other cheek. Afterwards, we could sit together around a table and have communion in remembrance of Jesus.

If I were a Christian... then you would know exactly what to say.. how to say it.. and be able to handle it. You are just a mere mortal who wants to fight the understandable.. and when you fight the unknown.. you try your best to come up with these conclusions even if they make no sense.

Everything I've told openly has yet to be refuted because you know deep inside you can't refute it. Why? It's not because you don't want to believe it's not truth.. it's because it is truth and it has pierced your heart and ended your speech.

Don't stay in the cave. Come out and fight.

Defend your championship, oh mighty tough one. See how well you do against the mystery within a bottle. Unpack me and once you do.. a doorbell will ring and you'll be handed another package. Your life time won't be enough to contain who I am.

Do not sink into the darkness unless you plan on never being heard from again. Let light lead you, Morbid. See ya soon."]]> A light rain begins to fall from the sky to water the fields and make drivers become reckless. Not too many people are out today thanks to the weather. Somewhere behind a main road is a future construction site. In the meantime, thanks to the rain and delay on constructing, there are quite a few vehicles and four-wheelers having fun in the mud.

The sign informs all intruders they are not to trespass due to private property. It even gives you what will happen if you fail to obey the sign. They've been going to this area for a few months and nothing has happened. What's another day?

They notice a man with long hair and a beard walking towards them. He looks homeless. It catches the attention of a few, but they just ignore him and go about their business.

He walks behind one of the young college girls and touches her hair.

"Eww. Get away from me freak!"

"Hey, what the hell is your problem?"

The boyfriend steps in to be her knight. He squints his eyes and raises his cheeks. He doesn't seem to be afraid. The girl's loud voice got the rest of the groups attention, and so they made their way toward the loner. They don't look very happy. They all surround the strange man, and to make things worse... he blows a kiss at another college girl there.

As their about to beat the hell out of him...

"Hold on. Before you all try to hurt me.. let me ask you nicely to leave my property. Apparently, you all have ignored my sign. You've been coming here for a while now and I've been gracious to you all.. I'm now done and I ask you all to leave. If you don't.. then you read the sign and know what happens next."

"Fuck you. Fuck off."

"I told ya so."

Eli turns around and walks off. As he leaves, they begin to throw out insults and even a few pick up piles of dirt to sling at him.

Hours pass by and as they are about to leave.. someone shoots out all their tires. The girls panic and the guys try to be tough. Suddenly, everything and everyone starts to sink into the ground. They are stuck. They begin screaming.

Eli walks up so they all can see him, but far enough to where he's not near the sinking ground. He's eating ice cream. They are screaming for him to help.

We get a glimpse of the sign that reads, "Those who trespass will sink into darkness."

"I'm a man of my word. Enjoy yourselves down there. Oh, and.. fuck off."

Eli turns around and laughs as he walks away.

Weeks go by and there are over twenty missing person posters everywhere.

Eli is walking around the field where those college students sunk into darkness.

"I'm just a man of my word. I warn. I speak truth. This brings us here, Morbid.

Morbid Angel. No longer the dark lord people fear. He's gullible and lacks anything beyond elementary teaching, which is why we have to be careful when speaking to him. Poor thing. He was told I beat Blizzard by sucking dick. Ya know, there is this new thing in the world called technology. Hell, even this old hick that people like to label me as knows about it. You can easily go back and watch what actually happened. Did Morbid apparently do that? Nah. He took someones word for it.

Morbid, did you hear? Cars don't exist anymore. Do you believe that too? Or do you not believe it because you can go see cars all around? It must be the former instead of the latter, since you could go back and watch actual footage of the match instead of taking someones word for it.

You're right. I am unscripted. I don't need to read allow someone to write my words for me or read it off a paper. I speak what I believe and I speak truth.

Just when I thought you were getting the hang of things and seeing bits of truth in my words.. you go and say more stupid things.

I'm a Christian because.. I look like one?

What does a Christian.. Look.. like? I've seen some who dress is fancy clothes and some who live on the streets. They.. look.. different, so I wonder what one actually looks like. If you meant I ACT like one... do I?

I nailed two people to a cross.

I beheaded Shane and the Administrator.

I've claimed to no set religion.

That sounds like a Christian, doesn't it? Especially when their teaching says Jesus is the only way to heaven and if ya deny him.. you don't go. I haven't spoke to you about Jesus or claimed his words... and yet.. I look.. like a Christian.

I burned down a bar with people still alive in it.

I killed the same ones I saved at the Promise Land.

This sounds like a Christian and a guy who isn't sure of himself, doesn't it?

I think I know why you are making up all these claims. You're afraid. If I were a Christian, I'd have to take it easy on the violence and turn the other cheek. Afterwards, we could sit together around a table and have communion in remembrance of Jesus.

If I were a Christian... then you would know exactly what to say.. how to say it.. and be able to handle it. You are just a mere mortal who wants to fight the understandable.. and when you fight the unknown.. you try your best to come up with these conclusions even if they make no sense.

Everything I've told openly has yet to be refuted because you know deep inside you can't refute it. Why? It's not because you don't want to believe it's not truth.. it's because it is truth and it has pierced your heart and ended your speech.

Don't stay in the cave. Come out and fight.

Defend your championship, oh mighty tough one. See how well you do against the mystery within a bottle. Unpack me and once you do.. a doorbell will ring and you'll be handed another package. Your life time won't be enough to contain who I am.

Do not sink into the darkness unless you plan on never being heard from again. Let light lead you, Morbid. See ya soon."]]> <![CDATA[Scissors Beats Paper]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14628 Sun, 24 Aug 2014 08:02:57 -0700 Gator]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14628
*The camera rests on the counter of some dive bar in Phoenix. It faces Gator, Todd and Dr. Hernandez, drinking beer and watching the large TV across from them. The three men are silent, Hernandez sets his mug down and looks at the two men with a raised eyebrow*

“So.”

*Gator and Todd look at him as he begins to speak*

“You drinking at some filthy bar, watching basketball is considered a medical crisis now.”

“You’re drinking too.”

“You offered me a drink. I accepted. I feel that if I’m the least bit tipsy, you’ll be less irritable to me.”

”Stop talking about me like I’m a fucking rash.”

“You are a rash. One that cannot be soothed by medicinal cream.”

“Fuck you, Henry! I buy you a beer and you’re still going to act like an ass with me?”

*Todd looks at each man as they speak, not knowing what to say or do*

“It is what you deserve.”

“Christ dude! Go watch Frozen and let it go! It was over two years ago man!”

“Do you really expect me to just forget how foolish you made me look?”

“Well... Yeah.”

“Pinchazo.”

“Will you stop switching to beaner mode when you swear!”

“The fuck did you just say?”

“There we go! An English curse word. Well done Henry, your remedial English lessons are coming along just grand!”

“I’m going to fucking kill you!”

“Bring it on porno-stache!”

*Hernandez and Gator lean over Todd to grab at each other. Todd gets in the middle of them and tries to separate the pair, but he is too weak to push them apart*

T: “HEY!”

*Todd shouts, silencing the bar and the fighting men*

T: “Enough! I’m sick and tired of you two brawling all the time! I thought we were over all of this childish bullshit!”

*The pair are silent. Gator throws Hernandez’s hand away from him and they both sit back down*

“Fuck Todd, no need to cause a scene.”

T: “Wha-“

“I must agree with Jacob-“
“Gator.”
“-There was no need for such an outburst. Have you ever been to anger management? It may help.”

T: “... I can’t believe you two. Have you always been like this?”

*Gator and Hernandez look at each other, thinking about their past*

“No.”

“We used to fight a lot more when we were friends.”

T: “Seriously?”

“Yeah. It’s just how we were. Hey Henry, remember that time in Osaka on a night out, we got drunk and went to that sake bar and met those business men?”

“It’s fuzzy, I remember we were unbelievably racist though.”

“Yeah, that was kinda fucked up. Those Japanese dudes though it was funny. ‘OH Herro mister biiiig Japonese bis-uh-niss man!”

“Do roo rike the ray I dance-ooh?”

*The men burst into laughter. Todd looks awkward between the pair*

“Fuck, that was a fun night. Then fucking Harris Harlem walked in.”

“Yeah, what a tool.”

T: “Why? What he do?”

“He joined in on our drinking session with these Japanese guys, but took it a tad too far.”

“Just a tad? He tried to drown one of them in a cup of sake!”

“That was impressive though. Remember what happened next?”

“Leave Kemo Sabe alone! I almost pissed myself laughing when you screamed that. Then you threw Harlem off him and powerbombed him threw one of those little wooden tables.”

“Hahaha! Shit, those tables were hard as fuck too! I remember him saying the day after he wished we were at one of those restaurants were you eat sushi off of some naked chick. So I could have dropped him on top of a hot girl instead.”

“That was a fun night...”

“We should do it again sometime.”

“... Maybe.”

*Todd smiles, and the three men continue drinking*

“Can you tell me why you invited me here now?”

“It was Todd’s idea.”

T: “You two seemed like good friends. Was wondering if you could patch everything up.”

“It’s a nice thought Todd, but unfortunately. It won’t be so easy for me to forgive Gator.”

“I understand. Sorry by the way.”

“I accept your apology. I’m still pissed off, but I accept.”

*The game on the TV is switched to promotions and highlights of XWF Relentless*

T: “Hey Gator! You’re on TV.”

“I’m on TV every week Todd. It’s not a big deal anymore.”

“Nervous at all Gator?”

“Nah. Strangely calm. Scissors beats paper.”

T: “What?”
“Pardon?”

“Oh. Yeah, I did some more research on Steven. Not much more, but basically he’s a paper champion.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, he got the X-Treme belt some time ago, and held onto it for a while. But he barely defended it, he ducked out of some matches for the title, and in some other matches he didn’t put the title on the line. In one instance, he had a match with Morbid Angel. The title wasn’t on the line and Davids ended up losing, he was probably too scared of losing the belt and refused to put it up for grabs. By some miracle, he managed to cling onto the belt and earned himself a 24/7 briefcase.”

*Hernandez and Todd sit listening to Gator as he takes a short break to sip on his beer*

“When he received his shiny new briefcase, he vacated the X-Treme belt. Because he’s a pussy. Later on, he got the lazy, cheap pin on Tony Santos and won the Television title. He defended it once against Cain, an opponent Steve knew he could easily beat; paper champion. After that he got rather easily kidnapped by Enigma and The Brotherhood. He was released recently and now he’s walking into a match with me and Socrates. Honestly, I don’t think he wanted this match. He would have been happy never having to defend that title again, until one day he built up the courage to cash in that briefcase and win another title in a cheap way.”

*Gator continues to drink. Hernandez and Todd, seem surprised with Gator*

“That explains the paper part, but what about the scissors?”

“Steve is a paper champion, so he’s obviously paper. One of my trademark moves, and one of my favourite moves, is the Head Scissors. Making me scissors. Because I’m going to choke the life out of Davids with the Head Scissors.”

*Gator motions his hands while he talks* “Scissors beats Paper.”

“So, does that make Socrates rock?”

“No. Socrates is Greek. Loverboy rocks.”

*All three men share a look and laugh slightly*

“Ah, yes. Loverboy, the man who is two thirds of the Trio champs.”

“He deserves those titles.”

T: “He was pretty harsh on Zoey.”

“Let’s not get into another argument.”

“... There is one thing I’m a little worried about.”

T: “Heyman?”

“Bingo.”

“Why are you worried about Heyman?”

“He’s running the show tonight with John Madison. I don’t know much about Maddy so I don’t have an opinion on him yet. Paul on the other hand, always looks out for himself and his clients. If Davids looks like he’s going to lose, guess who’s going to show up, probably bringing some of his other clients.”

“You really think Paul would interfere in your match?”

“I wouldn’t put it passed him. It’s the main reason why Socrates and I have been double teaming Steve, we need every advantage we can get before Heyman pulls the rug from underneath us.”

“Wait. So, you and Socrates have been working together, kind of, so you can counter act whatever Heyman has planned? Even though there’s a large chance he won’t step in.”

“You have to be prepared for anything. And come on man, it’s Paul Heyman! He loves the sound of his own voice. Of course he’ll interrupt the match.”

“I must say Gator, you seem a little paranoid.”

“I think I have a good reason to feel this way.”

“You’re just jumping to conclusions. You need to live in the moment Gator, if the thought of Heyman interfering stays in your head you will be distracted in your match. You need to release it from your mind, before you’re looking over your shoulder for the rest of your life.”

“Ha. I really don’t think one thought in my head will make me like that.”

“You’ll be surprised. That thought is a seed, it will grow a tree of paranoia that you cannot chop down no matter how hard you try. Trust me, I’ve seen it before.”

“So, you’re saying just let down my guard and focus on Davids?”

“No. You watch Socrates’ back and in return he will watch your back. Focus on Davids and the pair of you watch out for one another until the time comes were you have to fight one another.”

“Right. Focus on the fight but keep an eye out, thanks Henry.”

“Sarcasm?”

“A tiny bit. But I still appreciate what you’re trying to say.”

*Gator finishes off his beer and pats Todd on the back*

“Well, we better shoot.”

*All three men stand*

“Thanks for the free session doc.”

*Hernandez smiles*

“Not completly free. That beer was five dollars. You can pay me the other 1195 at your earliest convenience.”

*Gator laughs and shakes Hernandez hand*

“Yeah, not going to happen buddy.”

“I would not expect anything else from you.”

*Hernandez shakes Todd’s hand. After the handshake, Todd grabs his camera from the counter and begins to walk out with Gator*

T: “Bye Doctor Hernandez.”

“See you dude.”

“Farewell gentlemen. Good luck tonight.”

*Todd and Gator walk outside onto the empty sidewalk, the hot sun beams down on them. Gator lights up a cigarette and walk to the car*

T: “Will you be alright driving?”

*Gator looks up from the driver’s side to Todd at the passenger’s door*

“I’ve had one beer you fucking moron! Of course I’m fine to drive.”

T: “Just making sure sorry.”

*The pair enter the Camaro. Gator turns the key and the engine rumbles*

“I can’t wait for tonight.”

T: “You think you’re going to win?”

“There’s a 50/50 chance of that. Either I win, or I lose. Right now, I don’t care. All I care about is beating Steve Davids to a bloody pulp and sending him back to his master in a body bag.”

*Gator presses his foot on the gas and the footage fades to black*]]>
*The camera rests on the counter of some dive bar in Phoenix. It faces Gator, Todd and Dr. Hernandez, drinking beer and watching the large TV across from them. The three men are silent, Hernandez sets his mug down and looks at the two men with a raised eyebrow*

“So.”

*Gator and Todd look at him as he begins to speak*

“You drinking at some filthy bar, watching basketball is considered a medical crisis now.”

“You’re drinking too.”

“You offered me a drink. I accepted. I feel that if I’m the least bit tipsy, you’ll be less irritable to me.”

”Stop talking about me like I’m a fucking rash.”

“You are a rash. One that cannot be soothed by medicinal cream.”

“Fuck you, Henry! I buy you a beer and you’re still going to act like an ass with me?”

*Todd looks at each man as they speak, not knowing what to say or do*

“It is what you deserve.”

“Christ dude! Go watch Frozen and let it go! It was over two years ago man!”

“Do you really expect me to just forget how foolish you made me look?”

“Well... Yeah.”

“Pinchazo.”

“Will you stop switching to beaner mode when you swear!”

“The fuck did you just say?”

“There we go! An English curse word. Well done Henry, your remedial English lessons are coming along just grand!”

“I’m going to fucking kill you!”

“Bring it on porno-stache!”

*Hernandez and Gator lean over Todd to grab at each other. Todd gets in the middle of them and tries to separate the pair, but he is too weak to push them apart*

T: “HEY!”

*Todd shouts, silencing the bar and the fighting men*

T: “Enough! I’m sick and tired of you two brawling all the time! I thought we were over all of this childish bullshit!”

*The pair are silent. Gator throws Hernandez’s hand away from him and they both sit back down*

“Fuck Todd, no need to cause a scene.”

T: “Wha-“

“I must agree with Jacob-“
“Gator.”
“-There was no need for such an outburst. Have you ever been to anger management? It may help.”

T: “... I can’t believe you two. Have you always been like this?”

*Gator and Hernandez look at each other, thinking about their past*

“No.”

“We used to fight a lot more when we were friends.”

T: “Seriously?”

“Yeah. It’s just how we were. Hey Henry, remember that time in Osaka on a night out, we got drunk and went to that sake bar and met those business men?”

“It’s fuzzy, I remember we were unbelievably racist though.”

“Yeah, that was kinda fucked up. Those Japanese dudes though it was funny. ‘OH Herro mister biiiig Japonese bis-uh-niss man!”

“Do roo rike the ray I dance-ooh?”

*The men burst into laughter. Todd looks awkward between the pair*

“Fuck, that was a fun night. Then fucking Harris Harlem walked in.”

“Yeah, what a tool.”

T: “Why? What he do?”

“He joined in on our drinking session with these Japanese guys, but took it a tad too far.”

“Just a tad? He tried to drown one of them in a cup of sake!”

“That was impressive though. Remember what happened next?”

“Leave Kemo Sabe alone! I almost pissed myself laughing when you screamed that. Then you threw Harlem off him and powerbombed him threw one of those little wooden tables.”

“Hahaha! Shit, those tables were hard as fuck too! I remember him saying the day after he wished we were at one of those restaurants were you eat sushi off of some naked chick. So I could have dropped him on top of a hot girl instead.”

“That was a fun night...”

“We should do it again sometime.”

“... Maybe.”

*Todd smiles, and the three men continue drinking*

“Can you tell me why you invited me here now?”

“It was Todd’s idea.”

T: “You two seemed like good friends. Was wondering if you could patch everything up.”

“It’s a nice thought Todd, but unfortunately. It won’t be so easy for me to forgive Gator.”

“I understand. Sorry by the way.”

“I accept your apology. I’m still pissed off, but I accept.”

*The game on the TV is switched to promotions and highlights of XWF Relentless*

T: “Hey Gator! You’re on TV.”

“I’m on TV every week Todd. It’s not a big deal anymore.”

“Nervous at all Gator?”

“Nah. Strangely calm. Scissors beats paper.”

T: “What?”
“Pardon?”

“Oh. Yeah, I did some more research on Steven. Not much more, but basically he’s a paper champion.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, he got the X-Treme belt some time ago, and held onto it for a while. But he barely defended it, he ducked out of some matches for the title, and in some other matches he didn’t put the title on the line. In one instance, he had a match with Morbid Angel. The title wasn’t on the line and Davids ended up losing, he was probably too scared of losing the belt and refused to put it up for grabs. By some miracle, he managed to cling onto the belt and earned himself a 24/7 briefcase.”

*Hernandez and Todd sit listening to Gator as he takes a short break to sip on his beer*

“When he received his shiny new briefcase, he vacated the X-Treme belt. Because he’s a pussy. Later on, he got the lazy, cheap pin on Tony Santos and won the Television title. He defended it once against Cain, an opponent Steve knew he could easily beat; paper champion. After that he got rather easily kidnapped by Enigma and The Brotherhood. He was released recently and now he’s walking into a match with me and Socrates. Honestly, I don’t think he wanted this match. He would have been happy never having to defend that title again, until one day he built up the courage to cash in that briefcase and win another title in a cheap way.”

*Gator continues to drink. Hernandez and Todd, seem surprised with Gator*

“That explains the paper part, but what about the scissors?”

“Steve is a paper champion, so he’s obviously paper. One of my trademark moves, and one of my favourite moves, is the Head Scissors. Making me scissors. Because I’m going to choke the life out of Davids with the Head Scissors.”

*Gator motions his hands while he talks* “Scissors beats Paper.”

“So, does that make Socrates rock?”

“No. Socrates is Greek. Loverboy rocks.”

*All three men share a look and laugh slightly*

“Ah, yes. Loverboy, the man who is two thirds of the Trio champs.”

“He deserves those titles.”

T: “He was pretty harsh on Zoey.”

“Let’s not get into another argument.”

“... There is one thing I’m a little worried about.”

T: “Heyman?”

“Bingo.”

“Why are you worried about Heyman?”

“He’s running the show tonight with John Madison. I don’t know much about Maddy so I don’t have an opinion on him yet. Paul on the other hand, always looks out for himself and his clients. If Davids looks like he’s going to lose, guess who’s going to show up, probably bringing some of his other clients.”

“You really think Paul would interfere in your match?”

“I wouldn’t put it passed him. It’s the main reason why Socrates and I have been double teaming Steve, we need every advantage we can get before Heyman pulls the rug from underneath us.”

“Wait. So, you and Socrates have been working together, kind of, so you can counter act whatever Heyman has planned? Even though there’s a large chance he won’t step in.”

“You have to be prepared for anything. And come on man, it’s Paul Heyman! He loves the sound of his own voice. Of course he’ll interrupt the match.”

“I must say Gator, you seem a little paranoid.”

“I think I have a good reason to feel this way.”

“You’re just jumping to conclusions. You need to live in the moment Gator, if the thought of Heyman interfering stays in your head you will be distracted in your match. You need to release it from your mind, before you’re looking over your shoulder for the rest of your life.”

“Ha. I really don’t think one thought in my head will make me like that.”

“You’ll be surprised. That thought is a seed, it will grow a tree of paranoia that you cannot chop down no matter how hard you try. Trust me, I’ve seen it before.”

“So, you’re saying just let down my guard and focus on Davids?”

“No. You watch Socrates’ back and in return he will watch your back. Focus on Davids and the pair of you watch out for one another until the time comes were you have to fight one another.”

“Right. Focus on the fight but keep an eye out, thanks Henry.”

“Sarcasm?”

“A tiny bit. But I still appreciate what you’re trying to say.”

*Gator finishes off his beer and pats Todd on the back*

“Well, we better shoot.”

*All three men stand*

“Thanks for the free session doc.”

*Hernandez smiles*

“Not completly free. That beer was five dollars. You can pay me the other 1195 at your earliest convenience.”

*Gator laughs and shakes Hernandez hand*

“Yeah, not going to happen buddy.”

“I would not expect anything else from you.”

*Hernandez shakes Todd’s hand. After the handshake, Todd grabs his camera from the counter and begins to walk out with Gator*

T: “Bye Doctor Hernandez.”

“See you dude.”

“Farewell gentlemen. Good luck tonight.”

*Todd and Gator walk outside onto the empty sidewalk, the hot sun beams down on them. Gator lights up a cigarette and walk to the car*

T: “Will you be alright driving?”

*Gator looks up from the driver’s side to Todd at the passenger’s door*

“I’ve had one beer you fucking moron! Of course I’m fine to drive.”

T: “Just making sure sorry.”

*The pair enter the Camaro. Gator turns the key and the engine rumbles*

“I can’t wait for tonight.”

T: “You think you’re going to win?”

“There’s a 50/50 chance of that. Either I win, or I lose. Right now, I don’t care. All I care about is beating Steve Davids to a bloody pulp and sending him back to his master in a body bag.”

*Gator presses his foot on the gas and the footage fades to black*]]> <![CDATA[Times is Hard part 5]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14627 Sun, 24 Aug 2014 07:19:00 -0700 Morbid Angel]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14627



**BAM**BAM**BAM** Morbid beats on the door




Morbid Angel-“ If they won’t let me out I will improvise”




Morbid gets a piece of paper from the folder and starts to cut his arms with it! A guard rushes into the room to try and stop Morbid! Morbid grabs the man and slams his head into the wall! The man falls to the ground and Morbid Angel kicks him in the face knocking him out cold! Morbid grabs the mans keys and runs for it! Opening doors that may have not opened otherwise. He makes it to the front desk...two guards standing behind the counter. The doors only can be opened from the buzzer from behind the counter!





Morbid Angel-“Shit! Fuckers enjoying their night so far I hope. Bastards!”





Morbid quickly moves by into a cleaning supply room that had a glass window in it. Morbid looks through and down...about 3 feet to the parking lot. Morbid looks for something to break the window with....suddenly a voice is heard.





Person-“ Hey Bob, you have to keep this door shut. You don’t want any of these freaks to get inside. And killing themselves with the bleach.”




The door closes and is locked! Morbid is stuck in a pitch black room! He grabs the nearest thing and throws it at what he believes is the window and tt bounces off and hits the floor.




Person-“ What the fuck was that?”




Foot steps walk quickly to the door. Jingling keys on the knob...Morbid looks at the door…then at the window and decides to go for it! He runs and jumps out of the window covering his face and head! He hits the ground! “Fucking son of a Mother Fucking Whore!” He calls out into the night as he takes off Running through the field and into a wooded area.




Scene fades to black!






Scene picks back up in the dark forest. Morbid Angel can only be seen from the white gown he is wearing!





Morbid Angel-“Eli! I am coming for you! And when I get to you...I WILL DESTROY YOU! YOU WILL NEVER TAKE MY GOLD! “





Morbid turns around and looks at the road behind him.





Morbid Angel-“ Where the fuck am I? What street is this?”






Morbid walks around looking for a sign and see’s a man with a camera recording the stars. Morbid rushes over





Morbid Angel-”Hey! I need you! Mere!”





The man looks at Morbid all confused but still comes over to see what is needed.




Man-”What can I help you with?”





Morbid hit’s the man in the face, knocking him out cold! Morbid takes his camera and checks for a cell phone…car keys…ANYTHING!





The scene fades to Black.





Some time later Morbid sees a vehicle coming down the road and in a moment he decided to take it! He needed a ride and this might have been his only shot to get out of here before they find him…so…he decided to climb a tree which hung over the road.

Morbid Angel, with the gown flapping in the wind…business showing….he scales the tree and await’s the slowly approaching car! As it gets closer he see’s it’s an old VW Bus! “What the Fuck” he thought to himself as he prepared to jump!

The bus rounds a corner and Morbid leaps with “perfect” timing! Morbid slams into the windshield! The driver slaps on the breaks and Morbid goes flying off onto the street! The driver gets out to check on him…it was Barney fucking Green!





Barney Green-”Morbid! What the hell are you doing?!”


Morbid Angel-”having a really bad day…really bad…actually, in the last 3 days it is probably the best day out of all of them…but you hit me with a car…it fucking HURT!”


Barney Green-”You jumped out of a tree at me…I didn’t mean to!”


Morbid Angel-”I NEEDED A FUCKING RIDE!”


Barney Green-”You could have just flagged me down. I would have stopped.”


Morbid Angel-”Who the fuck was I suppose to know that you were in the fucking car? I needed to take the car by FORCE!”


Barney Green-”Would you like a ride?”


Morbid Angel-”No…my feelings are hurt now…I’m just going to roll myself into this ditch for a while and think.”




Morbid starts to roll himself off the street and into the grassy ditch on the side of the road. The rustling of the grass as he does a few more rolls then he stops.

Barney stands there for a few moments before getting back in his van and prepares to leave. Before he could start the car Morbid Angel appeared at the drivers door and starts to rip Barney out!




Morbid Angel-”I CHANGED MY FUCKING MIND!”


Barney Green-”I’ll give you a damn ride! Just chill out!!”


Morbid Angel-”GIVE ME THE FUCKING CAR!”





Morbid Angel pulls Barney out and shoves him into the ditch on the other side of the street. Rushes over and steals his wallet then jumps in and takes off as quickly as he could!

The music plays…some weird ass shit…might be punk country…Jonas Brothers mixed with the Ramones…who the fuck knows at this point!





The scene fades to black!











Morbid gets to a gas station on a country road. Morbid gets to the pay Phone and dials collect and the phone rings.

Peter Gilmour-“ What! Who is this!”


Morbid Angel-“ It’s Jesus you fuck! It’s Morbid.”


Peter Gilmour-“ Do you know what fucking time it is? How did you get to a phone anyway? I thought you were locked up?”


Morbid Angel-“ Listen...I don’t have much time...I am on the run and I need a ride. Can you come get me?”


Peter Gilmour-“ I can’t Kyril. you know that. I am dealing with this woman…in a sexual kind of way.”


Morbid Angel-“ What the FUCK man! Get in your mother fucking car! Get your ass over here and get me before I get caught!”


Peter Gilmour -“ Alright...but you fucking owe me big!”


Morbid Angel-“ Yeah, what ever....Come get me!”


Peter Gilmour-“ Where are you?”


Morbid Angel-“ OK, know where that Hospital was?”


Peter Gilmour-“ Yeah”


Morbid Angel-“ I am across the field and through the woods at a gas station a few miles away…only gas station I’ve seen in a long while!”


Peter Gilmour-“ What road?”


Morbid Angel-“ uhh....uhhh....Get a map! Why the fuck should I know these things! OK, It’s the next street over from the highway! I am sure you can see this gas station from the road... Kind of country looking.”


Peter Gilmour-“ I will try and find you...give me time”







Morbid Angel hangs up and walks into the store. The clerk looks at him weird. Probably had something to do with the way he was dressed. Morbid Angel wearing a dirty gown that was too small for him might be like a good reason. Morbid goes to the bathroom in the back and looks in the wallet he stole from Barney Green.





Morbid Angel-“ Fucking right asshole! Cash! Get me some cloths that fit!”






Morbid looks at the camera and starts to speak.





Morbid Angel-“ Barney, I will pay you back. I needed this money more than you!”





Morbid leaves the rest room and goes to the souvenir rack and grabs a tee shirt that says “Welcome to the Madison” and a pair of very colorful shorts... the only kind of pants they had! Morbid paid for the shirt, pants, a black hat, and some sun glasses....at 5AM before sun rise. Morbid goes to the rest room to change and he exits dressed like a human! Except the tattoos and the disfiguring burns on his face! Morbid leaves the building and stands outside waiting for Peter Gilmour.

The clerk was sitting watching the news as a bulletin came onto the television.



News Broadcaster-“ Hello and good morning, I am George Steponopolious and this is Fox News.

We have a special bulletin from the Local Police and Mental Health facility. A patient who is known as Kyril Krizchiv as escaped from the maximum security section of the mental hospital. The man better Known to the public as the satanic mortician and Sadistic fighter, Morbid Angel. He is to be considered extremely dangerous. If you spot him do not try and apprehend him. Call your local authority!”








The Clerk looks at Morbid Angel and noticed a similarity between The colorfully dressed man and the man they are looking for so he phones police.


Moments later a police car pulls by and Morbid Angel tries to walk around the building. The cop puts his spot light on him. Morbid Stops and turns around. The officer walks up to Morbid Angel.





Cop-“ Excuse me sir. We are looking for an escaped patient from the mental hospital up the road a piece. We were wondering if you have seen him?”


Morbid Angel-“ Nope. I haven’t seen shit in the last three days.”


Cop-“ Excuse me?”


Morbid Angel-“ Nope I haven’t seen anything”





The clerk bursts out of the building and comes to the cop.






Clerk-“ that’s him!! That’s Morbid Angel”


Morbid Angel-“ No I’m not!”



Clerk.. He is! Look at the picture! I never forget a face.”



Morbid knew that he was figured out. He has to do something before he is taken back to the hospital and misses his match against Eli James! Morbid Angel walks slowly closer to the cop...ever so slowly...until he is standing next to him...the cop can sense something isn’t right. It’s to late Morbid Angel grabs the cops gun and mace and shoots the pepper spray into the cops face! the cop falls to the floor as does the Clerk who accidentally got hit with the satanic spray! Morbid also got a taste of the mace but keeps going like something out of a war Movie! Morbid grabs the cop and the clerk and handcuffs them together around a light pole. Morbid tosses the cuff keys and gets in the Police car and takes off!




Morbid Angel-“ I can’t keep this gun! If I have this gun on me when the cops find me they will shoot me before asking questions!”





Morbid tosses the mace and the gun.





Morbid Angel-“ I figure if I am crazy enough to be in the nut house. I am crazy enough to get acquitted for assault on a police officer. I hope…maybe!”





Morbid Keeps driving.





The scene fades to a Blood Red!


]]>



**BAM**BAM**BAM** Morbid beats on the door




Morbid Angel-“ If they won’t let me out I will improvise”




Morbid gets a piece of paper from the folder and starts to cut his arms with it! A guard rushes into the room to try and stop Morbid! Morbid grabs the man and slams his head into the wall! The man falls to the ground and Morbid Angel kicks him in the face knocking him out cold! Morbid grabs the mans keys and runs for it! Opening doors that may have not opened otherwise. He makes it to the front desk...two guards standing behind the counter. The doors only can be opened from the buzzer from behind the counter!





Morbid Angel-“Shit! Fuckers enjoying their night so far I hope. Bastards!”





Morbid quickly moves by into a cleaning supply room that had a glass window in it. Morbid looks through and down...about 3 feet to the parking lot. Morbid looks for something to break the window with....suddenly a voice is heard.





Person-“ Hey Bob, you have to keep this door shut. You don’t want any of these freaks to get inside. And killing themselves with the bleach.”




The door closes and is locked! Morbid is stuck in a pitch black room! He grabs the nearest thing and throws it at what he believes is the window and tt bounces off and hits the floor.




Person-“ What the fuck was that?”




Foot steps walk quickly to the door. Jingling keys on the knob...Morbid looks at the door…then at the window and decides to go for it! He runs and jumps out of the window covering his face and head! He hits the ground! “Fucking son of a Mother Fucking Whore!” He calls out into the night as he takes off Running through the field and into a wooded area.




Scene fades to black!






Scene picks back up in the dark forest. Morbid Angel can only be seen from the white gown he is wearing!





Morbid Angel-“Eli! I am coming for you! And when I get to you...I WILL DESTROY YOU! YOU WILL NEVER TAKE MY GOLD! “





Morbid turns around and looks at the road behind him.





Morbid Angel-“ Where the fuck am I? What street is this?”






Morbid walks around looking for a sign and see’s a man with a camera recording the stars. Morbid rushes over





Morbid Angel-”Hey! I need you! Mere!”





The man looks at Morbid all confused but still comes over to see what is needed.




Man-”What can I help you with?”





Morbid hit’s the man in the face, knocking him out cold! Morbid takes his camera and checks for a cell phone…car keys…ANYTHING!





The scene fades to Black.





Some time later Morbid sees a vehicle coming down the road and in a moment he decided to take it! He needed a ride and this might have been his only shot to get out of here before they find him…so…he decided to climb a tree which hung over the road.

Morbid Angel, with the gown flapping in the wind…business showing….he scales the tree and await’s the slowly approaching car! As it gets closer he see’s it’s an old VW Bus! “What the Fuck” he thought to himself as he prepared to jump!

The bus rounds a corner and Morbid leaps with “perfect” timing! Morbid slams into the windshield! The driver slaps on the breaks and Morbid goes flying off onto the street! The driver gets out to check on him…it was Barney fucking Green!





Barney Green-”Morbid! What the hell are you doing?!”


Morbid Angel-”having a really bad day…really bad…actually, in the last 3 days it is probably the best day out of all of them…but you hit me with a car…it fucking HURT!”


Barney Green-”You jumped out of a tree at me…I didn’t mean to!”


Morbid Angel-”I NEEDED A FUCKING RIDE!”


Barney Green-”You could have just flagged me down. I would have stopped.”


Morbid Angel-”Who the fuck was I suppose to know that you were in the fucking car? I needed to take the car by FORCE!”


Barney Green-”Would you like a ride?”


Morbid Angel-”No…my feelings are hurt now…I’m just going to roll myself into this ditch for a while and think.”




Morbid starts to roll himself off the street and into the grassy ditch on the side of the road. The rustling of the grass as he does a few more rolls then he stops.

Barney stands there for a few moments before getting back in his van and prepares to leave. Before he could start the car Morbid Angel appeared at the drivers door and starts to rip Barney out!




Morbid Angel-”I CHANGED MY FUCKING MIND!”


Barney Green-”I’ll give you a damn ride! Just chill out!!”


Morbid Angel-”GIVE ME THE FUCKING CAR!”





Morbid Angel pulls Barney out and shoves him into the ditch on the other side of the street. Rushes over and steals his wallet then jumps in and takes off as quickly as he could!

The music plays…some weird ass shit…might be punk country…Jonas Brothers mixed with the Ramones…who the fuck knows at this point!





The scene fades to black!











Morbid gets to a gas station on a country road. Morbid gets to the pay Phone and dials collect and the phone rings.

Peter Gilmour-“ What! Who is this!”


Morbid Angel-“ It’s Jesus you fuck! It’s Morbid.”


Peter Gilmour-“ Do you know what fucking time it is? How did you get to a phone anyway? I thought you were locked up?”


Morbid Angel-“ Listen...I don’t have much time...I am on the run and I need a ride. Can you come get me?”


Peter Gilmour-“ I can’t Kyril. you know that. I am dealing with this woman…in a sexual kind of way.”


Morbid Angel-“ What the FUCK man! Get in your mother fucking car! Get your ass over here and get me before I get caught!”


Peter Gilmour -“ Alright...but you fucking owe me big!”


Morbid Angel-“ Yeah, what ever....Come get me!”


Peter Gilmour-“ Where are you?”


Morbid Angel-“ OK, know where that Hospital was?”


Peter Gilmour-“ Yeah”


Morbid Angel-“ I am across the field and through the woods at a gas station a few miles away…only gas station I’ve seen in a long while!”


Peter Gilmour-“ What road?”


Morbid Angel-“ uhh....uhhh....Get a map! Why the fuck should I know these things! OK, It’s the next street over from the highway! I am sure you can see this gas station from the road... Kind of country looking.”


Peter Gilmour-“ I will try and find you...give me time”







Morbid Angel hangs up and walks into the store. The clerk looks at him weird. Probably had something to do with the way he was dressed. Morbid Angel wearing a dirty gown that was too small for him might be like a good reason. Morbid goes to the bathroom in the back and looks in the wallet he stole from Barney Green.





Morbid Angel-“ Fucking right asshole! Cash! Get me some cloths that fit!”






Morbid looks at the camera and starts to speak.





Morbid Angel-“ Barney, I will pay you back. I needed this money more than you!”





Morbid leaves the rest room and goes to the souvenir rack and grabs a tee shirt that says “Welcome to the Madison” and a pair of very colorful shorts... the only kind of pants they had! Morbid paid for the shirt, pants, a black hat, and some sun glasses....at 5AM before sun rise. Morbid goes to the rest room to change and he exits dressed like a human! Except the tattoos and the disfiguring burns on his face! Morbid leaves the building and stands outside waiting for Peter Gilmour.

The clerk was sitting watching the news as a bulletin came onto the television.



News Broadcaster-“ Hello and good morning, I am George Steponopolious and this is Fox News.

We have a special bulletin from the Local Police and Mental Health facility. A patient who is known as Kyril Krizchiv as escaped from the maximum security section of the mental hospital. The man better Known to the public as the satanic mortician and Sadistic fighter, Morbid Angel. He is to be considered extremely dangerous. If you spot him do not try and apprehend him. Call your local authority!”








The Clerk looks at Morbid Angel and noticed a similarity between The colorfully dressed man and the man they are looking for so he phones police.


Moments later a police car pulls by and Morbid Angel tries to walk around the building. The cop puts his spot light on him. Morbid Stops and turns around. The officer walks up to Morbid Angel.





Cop-“ Excuse me sir. We are looking for an escaped patient from the mental hospital up the road a piece. We were wondering if you have seen him?”


Morbid Angel-“ Nope. I haven’t seen shit in the last three days.”


Cop-“ Excuse me?”


Morbid Angel-“ Nope I haven’t seen anything”





The clerk bursts out of the building and comes to the cop.






Clerk-“ that’s him!! That’s Morbid Angel”


Morbid Angel-“ No I’m not!”



Clerk.. He is! Look at the picture! I never forget a face.”



Morbid knew that he was figured out. He has to do something before he is taken back to the hospital and misses his match against Eli James! Morbid Angel walks slowly closer to the cop...ever so slowly...until he is standing next to him...the cop can sense something isn’t right. It’s to late Morbid Angel grabs the cops gun and mace and shoots the pepper spray into the cops face! the cop falls to the floor as does the Clerk who accidentally got hit with the satanic spray! Morbid also got a taste of the mace but keeps going like something out of a war Movie! Morbid grabs the cop and the clerk and handcuffs them together around a light pole. Morbid tosses the cuff keys and gets in the Police car and takes off!




Morbid Angel-“ I can’t keep this gun! If I have this gun on me when the cops find me they will shoot me before asking questions!”





Morbid tosses the mace and the gun.





Morbid Angel-“ I figure if I am crazy enough to be in the nut house. I am crazy enough to get acquitted for assault on a police officer. I hope…maybe!”





Morbid Keeps driving.





The scene fades to a Blood Red!


]]> <![CDATA[Beauty In Everything // Eight]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14599 Sat, 23 Aug 2014 10:17:17 -0700 Great Buzzard Eli James IV]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14599 It was indescribable. I stood there looking out into the ocean a confused individual. I ran my entire life through my head and how I ended up there. Every sermon I heard. Every encouraging word spoken over me. All the deaths and pain I experienced at a young age. The heartache of a family who had lost their only child to a tornado. A young girl who became depressed over something never explained, and killed herself. Everything brought me here.

I remember thinking about every belief I've held... is it true? What's the worth? Is the cost worth the value? Is it the hand you decide to go all in with?


......................................



A young Eli is sitting with his dad at a family's home. There's a lot of silence and tears flowing. He looked around and watched the way people acted. Eli James III looked at his son who had a blank face.

"Son? You alright?"

"I think so, dad."

"I'm sorry you have to witness this at your age. Death is just... well it's a part of life. Everyone is gonna die one day."

"Yeah, I know."

Young Eli showed no real emotion about the events. His father was very concerned, especially since Eli's current best friend just died in his arms. Eli was the only one who was there to hear his friends final words and to watch him pass on. It was rather eerie when Eli broke the news. He walked to the front door of the family holding his friend in his arms, knocked, and told them what happened. No tears. No sad face. It was as if he were delivering paper to the front door. He left his friend with his parents and left.

There was a light commotion going on about how Eli was doing. They were waiting on him to collapse eventually and break down. He never did.

It was his time to say a few words at the funeral, and they thought this would be the moment. Eli shared a few stories about their life together and the fun they had. Not one ounce of remorse. Eli was a closed book who held everything inside.

A few days passed by, but Eli acted normal. This brought their decision to let a few people talk to Eli in private. His parents took Eli everyday to people they trusted to try to get the feelings out of Eli, but he never cracked. This went on for six months. Everyone came to the realization that Eli would end up doing harm to someone from all the built emotions or he's something special.



......................................



She assured me what I needed to hear. Her voice led me, and all I had to do was listen. The words she spoke were worth more than gold and silver. The spark in her eye was far better to look at than a million stars in the sky. Going into the unknown with a Ghost. I'm not afraid. I'm anxious to go into the water and feel the changing within my soul.


As Eli walks back onto land after being submerged in the water, he starts to talk to himself in a loud voice.

"I have it all figured out. You cannot command the wind to move in this direction, that direction, or tell it to stop. It does as it pleases. It cools you off, and blows dirt in your eye. It messes up your pretty little hair, and moves a woman's dress for eyes to see what's underneath. It can take an object into the air and bring it back crashing down. It can spread fire or put it out. It can make a tree dance or cause it to be no more. It can bring you surprises, both good and bad. The wind is not afraid of your words or weapons. It doesn't get emotional. It's weak and strong at the same time. Yet the wind has a master. It listens to the voice I hear in my heart. I hear you for the first time and I will make sure the world hears it too. Guide me in your ways and I will bring them to you. Some will surrender, and the rest will die. You have opened my eyes."

A once uptight and strong walking Eli James is now a care free and easy moving Eli James. He use to walk with strong determination. Now, he just moves with the wind. It's like he's being guided.

"I shall tell the world about the Almighty."


Everything changed. I left the beautiful sand and ocean, and made my way back into the realm which all others live. I sat down and revisited it all back in my mind.

Then I started to wake up...



......................................


"EEEEEEEE.... Liiiiiii. EEEEEEEE..... LIIIIIIIII. Wwwaaaakkee Uuuuuuuuuuup. Eeeeeeliiiiiii. Eeeeeeliiii."

Eli is slowly opening his eyes with several people standing over him.

"Eli? You alright?"

Eli looks around. They are at a party. Donnie walks over to Eli to make sure his friend is okay.

"You alright Eli?"

Strange thoughts were cycling through my mind.

I remember when Donnie and I were children, we played a lot together. He started talking to a beautiful redhead. So did I. The girl, named Ocean, and I were planning to be in a relationship. Donnie found out and wanted to stop it. He wanted her. We got into a little brawl that ended me bashing his head in with a rock. I covered it up well. That's why I wasn't sad to see him die.

But, he's here. Why? He's suppose to be dead.

She's here. This is when Donnie decides to talk against me and kill her, except the atmosphere seems different. She's fine. He seems concerned about me. The wedding ring is still on my finger.

"Heh. Yeah, man. I'm fine."

I remember I would be in two worlds at one time. I'll live in both darkness and light. I wonder where I'm at right now. My answer wasn't too far away from the question.

"You leave for two years, and Ocean has to bring you back and you pass out?! Get the up!"

We only went to the city for a few months. I don't remember what we did for two years. It's a bit of a blur.

"Yeah, man. Sorry. Just got light headed. I'm good."

"I want you to meet my son."

"Son? Cool, man. I didn't know you got married."

Donnie motions for his wife to walk over to Eli and Ocean with his son.

"Cute guy. What's his name?"

"Eric."

Eric. Nice name. Eric Rex. Why does that name seem familiar?]]> It was indescribable. I stood there looking out into the ocean a confused individual. I ran my entire life through my head and how I ended up there. Every sermon I heard. Every encouraging word spoken over me. All the deaths and pain I experienced at a young age. The heartache of a family who had lost their only child to a tornado. A young girl who became depressed over something never explained, and killed herself. Everything brought me here.

I remember thinking about every belief I've held... is it true? What's the worth? Is the cost worth the value? Is it the hand you decide to go all in with?


......................................



A young Eli is sitting with his dad at a family's home. There's a lot of silence and tears flowing. He looked around and watched the way people acted. Eli James III looked at his son who had a blank face.

"Son? You alright?"

"I think so, dad."

"I'm sorry you have to witness this at your age. Death is just... well it's a part of life. Everyone is gonna die one day."

"Yeah, I know."

Young Eli showed no real emotion about the events. His father was very concerned, especially since Eli's current best friend just died in his arms. Eli was the only one who was there to hear his friends final words and to watch him pass on. It was rather eerie when Eli broke the news. He walked to the front door of the family holding his friend in his arms, knocked, and told them what happened. No tears. No sad face. It was as if he were delivering paper to the front door. He left his friend with his parents and left.

There was a light commotion going on about how Eli was doing. They were waiting on him to collapse eventually and break down. He never did.

It was his time to say a few words at the funeral, and they thought this would be the moment. Eli shared a few stories about their life together and the fun they had. Not one ounce of remorse. Eli was a closed book who held everything inside.

A few days passed by, but Eli acted normal. This brought their decision to let a few people talk to Eli in private. His parents took Eli everyday to people they trusted to try to get the feelings out of Eli, but he never cracked. This went on for six months. Everyone came to the realization that Eli would end up doing harm to someone from all the built emotions or he's something special.



......................................



She assured me what I needed to hear. Her voice led me, and all I had to do was listen. The words she spoke were worth more than gold and silver. The spark in her eye was far better to look at than a million stars in the sky. Going into the unknown with a Ghost. I'm not afraid. I'm anxious to go into the water and feel the changing within my soul.


As Eli walks back onto land after being submerged in the water, he starts to talk to himself in a loud voice.

"I have it all figured out. You cannot command the wind to move in this direction, that direction, or tell it to stop. It does as it pleases. It cools you off, and blows dirt in your eye. It messes up your pretty little hair, and moves a woman's dress for eyes to see what's underneath. It can take an object into the air and bring it back crashing down. It can spread fire or put it out. It can make a tree dance or cause it to be no more. It can bring you surprises, both good and bad. The wind is not afraid of your words or weapons. It doesn't get emotional. It's weak and strong at the same time. Yet the wind has a master. It listens to the voice I hear in my heart. I hear you for the first time and I will make sure the world hears it too. Guide me in your ways and I will bring them to you. Some will surrender, and the rest will die. You have opened my eyes."

A once uptight and strong walking Eli James is now a care free and easy moving Eli James. He use to walk with strong determination. Now, he just moves with the wind. It's like he's being guided.

"I shall tell the world about the Almighty."


Everything changed. I left the beautiful sand and ocean, and made my way back into the realm which all others live. I sat down and revisited it all back in my mind.

Then I started to wake up...



......................................


"EEEEEEEE.... Liiiiiii. EEEEEEEE..... LIIIIIIIII. Wwwaaaakkee Uuuuuuuuuuup. Eeeeeeliiiiiii. Eeeeeeliiii."

Eli is slowly opening his eyes with several people standing over him.

"Eli? You alright?"

Eli looks around. They are at a party. Donnie walks over to Eli to make sure his friend is okay.

"You alright Eli?"

Strange thoughts were cycling through my mind.

I remember when Donnie and I were children, we played a lot together. He started talking to a beautiful redhead. So did I. The girl, named Ocean, and I were planning to be in a relationship. Donnie found out and wanted to stop it. He wanted her. We got into a little brawl that ended me bashing his head in with a rock. I covered it up well. That's why I wasn't sad to see him die.

But, he's here. Why? He's suppose to be dead.

She's here. This is when Donnie decides to talk against me and kill her, except the atmosphere seems different. She's fine. He seems concerned about me. The wedding ring is still on my finger.

"Heh. Yeah, man. I'm fine."

I remember I would be in two worlds at one time. I'll live in both darkness and light. I wonder where I'm at right now. My answer wasn't too far away from the question.

"You leave for two years, and Ocean has to bring you back and you pass out?! Get the up!"

We only went to the city for a few months. I don't remember what we did for two years. It's a bit of a blur.

"Yeah, man. Sorry. Just got light headed. I'm good."

"I want you to meet my son."

"Son? Cool, man. I didn't know you got married."

Donnie motions for his wife to walk over to Eli and Ocean with his son.

"Cute guy. What's his name?"

"Eric."

Eric. Nice name. Eric Rex. Why does that name seem familiar?]]> <![CDATA[Silence Of The ......]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14583 Fri, 22 Aug 2014 21:13:23 -0700 Great Buzzard Eli James IV]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14583 It's cold and not a good place to be at. It's quite dangerous to climb so high. People have died. Eli decides he'll deal with the odds and make it with ease. This, of course, is referring to the climbing of Mount Everest.

As you climb higher... your oxygen decreases. The air is too thin and the cold proves too much for many people. Only a select few make it to the top and back down to tell of their journey.

Eli arrives by himself. No guide to take him up, since he refused. He wants to go alone and let the Almighty give him strength. And because of his ambition and reasoning, it's caused the local news to meet him there moments before he plans to climb.

They ask Eli if he is willing to do an interview, and he kindly accepts. They begin their small setup for a quick segment to show later in the evening on their news channel.

"Ready? The tape rolling? Okay. I'm here with Mr. Eli James the Fourth, is that right?"

"Yeah."

"Climbing this mountain is quite an achievement for anyone to claim. Out of all the things you could do, why climb this mountain?"

"Why not? Ya see, I'm not afraid of any man or any thing that's in this universe. Sure, you leave our planet without proper gear you lose your oxygen and die. That's all. I'm not afraid of that. I challenge death to find me and beat me in a battle. Sure, we all die, but death only wins a short fight... not the war. I win the war. This mountain just seems like fun to climb. Another thing to 'beat', as you people like to say."

"People often take time to train or precautions when doing this climb. What have you done to prepare yourself?"

"Pray."

"I meant, physical preparation."

"I walked here."

"I'm not sure you understand..."

"I understand. The questions you're asking is meant for the weak. Do I look weak to you? Do you see me trembling in fear or worried I won't make it back down? I told ya.. I'm not afraid. I am the obstacle this mountain face. It's not the other way around. Behind these eyes lie something strong and fearless, but because you see a big man you have so many thoughts running around. And those thoughts, Miss Reporter, are lies. You, heh, you all love to call it how ya see it. Tell me, Miss Reporter Lady... what time is it?"

"It's..."

"Let me guess.. you were gonna tell me the numbers that are on your watch or cell phone. Take that phone to another country and see what those magical numbers say then... then call one of your other friends over here and see if it's the same. What do you think the obvious answer is gonna be?"

"It'll be different. I'm not sure where you're going with this, sir."

"Of course not. You rely on your circle to tell you things... but go somewhere else and it's completely different. Your circle changes. It adapts. People adapt and as they do.. they get weaker. You are not in control of your lives... the circle is in control.. and you adapt to wherever you are. You live your comfortable lives and when something happens.. you don't stand.. you back up.. you curl up... and die."

"We take stands all the time."

"Yeah.. stands that fit in your circle. Back in the circle you go because everything fits. You are controlled by it. Someone tells you smoking causes lung cancer, and you remain in your circle.. you continue. Years later, say you develop lung cancer. What then? You are anti-smoking. You adapt. You moved to another circle.. then you die. You all leap from one to another and claim to be strong. Weak. Let's see you climb this mountain without training. You won't. And what will be your excuse? You didn't prepare? You're afraid? You're not strong enough? That's crazy? Whatever your excuse becomes... is the circle you magnify. You call people who do it crazy. The people you call crazy call you a coward. Is it better to be crazy, or a coward?"

"Crazy."

"You just leaped into a different circle. Ya see? You leap.. it depends on who is asking questions and what it's about."

"All I asked for was your physical preparation."

"Am I crazy?"

"You sound like it."

"I guess that makes you the coward. You should join me on Sunday when I fight another coward like yourself. Same heart.. same mind.. a different physical look. But to answer your specific question, darlin', I didn't prepare like most do. I walked here a few miles away after I decided to come this direction. Any other great questions?"

The reporter looks a bit annoyed and just walks off with Eli laughing a good bit. The reporting team leaves and Eli begins his hike up the vicious mountain.

The weather conditions are harsh, as one could only imagine. Certain parts of his body are borderline frost bit. Eli pushes through and continues his climb. After days, Eli finally conquers his task and makes it to the top.

From on top of a mountain, Eli looks out on everything below.

"The great talker we've all come to know is... silent. I did my best to speak truth to him on his level... and maybe it's hit the target. Maybe the temporary solution of his 'Victory Forever' was to share simplistic truths. I won't hold my tongue too much.. especially since he can't shut up about anything. Ya see, Morbid, I don't see much of why people talk about you being good. Is it your name? There's nothing morbid or angelic about ya. Only defeat. Your victory may be forever... but your loss will be eternal.

I dare ya to remove me from this mountain, Morbid. Oh, and if ya can't understand.. that's figurative. We all know you can't, and won't, literally climb Mount Everest. You'd rather remain at the bottom and build a snowman.. just hoping for him to come to life and tell you all the things you want to hear.

Just believe, Morbid, and it'll happen. That's the truth, isn't it? Hehe.

It doesn't matter what you say from here on out... I've shown the world what foolish statements you make.. and now it rests of the hearers to accept truth or remain in the liars club.

The story may have gone down as Morbid Angel was a good champion and tough competitor...

But that story will change...

Morbid Angel was a fool with blind eyes, deaf ears, and a mute tongue. It doesn't matter what you say from here on out... you have fallen into your own spell and it will crush you. I don't even have to speak another word.. your own words have already condemned you. Your own words made you out to be the fool.

Shower down your spells and rain all your darkness on me. It will be a mere tickle on the bottom of my foot to brush off.

The only thing that will be left to be called morbid... is not your name.. but your career.

Here is Morbid Angel...

...the fallen glass from the table that shatters into a million pieces.

...the piece of shit at the bottom of my shoe.

...the speck of dust that got in my eye while I was sleeping.

...the clown everyone laughed at, and not because he was funny.

...the grocery bag boy who always hoped he'd be manager one day.

...the saddest excuse for a champion in history of all sports.

So glad we met... so I can show them all how weak you are.

Morbid.. don't say a word.. I already hear you... the silence of the coward." ]]> It's cold and not a good place to be at. It's quite dangerous to climb so high. People have died. Eli decides he'll deal with the odds and make it with ease. This, of course, is referring to the climbing of Mount Everest.

As you climb higher... your oxygen decreases. The air is too thin and the cold proves too much for many people. Only a select few make it to the top and back down to tell of their journey.

Eli arrives by himself. No guide to take him up, since he refused. He wants to go alone and let the Almighty give him strength. And because of his ambition and reasoning, it's caused the local news to meet him there moments before he plans to climb.

They ask Eli if he is willing to do an interview, and he kindly accepts. They begin their small setup for a quick segment to show later in the evening on their news channel.

"Ready? The tape rolling? Okay. I'm here with Mr. Eli James the Fourth, is that right?"

"Yeah."

"Climbing this mountain is quite an achievement for anyone to claim. Out of all the things you could do, why climb this mountain?"

"Why not? Ya see, I'm not afraid of any man or any thing that's in this universe. Sure, you leave our planet without proper gear you lose your oxygen and die. That's all. I'm not afraid of that. I challenge death to find me and beat me in a battle. Sure, we all die, but death only wins a short fight... not the war. I win the war. This mountain just seems like fun to climb. Another thing to 'beat', as you people like to say."

"People often take time to train or precautions when doing this climb. What have you done to prepare yourself?"

"Pray."

"I meant, physical preparation."

"I walked here."

"I'm not sure you understand..."

"I understand. The questions you're asking is meant for the weak. Do I look weak to you? Do you see me trembling in fear or worried I won't make it back down? I told ya.. I'm not afraid. I am the obstacle this mountain face. It's not the other way around. Behind these eyes lie something strong and fearless, but because you see a big man you have so many thoughts running around. And those thoughts, Miss Reporter, are lies. You, heh, you all love to call it how ya see it. Tell me, Miss Reporter Lady... what time is it?"

"It's..."

"Let me guess.. you were gonna tell me the numbers that are on your watch or cell phone. Take that phone to another country and see what those magical numbers say then... then call one of your other friends over here and see if it's the same. What do you think the obvious answer is gonna be?"

"It'll be different. I'm not sure where you're going with this, sir."

"Of course not. You rely on your circle to tell you things... but go somewhere else and it's completely different. Your circle changes. It adapts. People adapt and as they do.. they get weaker. You are not in control of your lives... the circle is in control.. and you adapt to wherever you are. You live your comfortable lives and when something happens.. you don't stand.. you back up.. you curl up... and die."

"We take stands all the time."

"Yeah.. stands that fit in your circle. Back in the circle you go because everything fits. You are controlled by it. Someone tells you smoking causes lung cancer, and you remain in your circle.. you continue. Years later, say you develop lung cancer. What then? You are anti-smoking. You adapt. You moved to another circle.. then you die. You all leap from one to another and claim to be strong. Weak. Let's see you climb this mountain without training. You won't. And what will be your excuse? You didn't prepare? You're afraid? You're not strong enough? That's crazy? Whatever your excuse becomes... is the circle you magnify. You call people who do it crazy. The people you call crazy call you a coward. Is it better to be crazy, or a coward?"

"Crazy."

"You just leaped into a different circle. Ya see? You leap.. it depends on who is asking questions and what it's about."

"All I asked for was your physical preparation."

"Am I crazy?"

"You sound like it."

"I guess that makes you the coward. You should join me on Sunday when I fight another coward like yourself. Same heart.. same mind.. a different physical look. But to answer your specific question, darlin', I didn't prepare like most do. I walked here a few miles away after I decided to come this direction. Any other great questions?"

The reporter looks a bit annoyed and just walks off with Eli laughing a good bit. The reporting team leaves and Eli begins his hike up the vicious mountain.

The weather conditions are harsh, as one could only imagine. Certain parts of his body are borderline frost bit. Eli pushes through and continues his climb. After days, Eli finally conquers his task and makes it to the top.

From on top of a mountain, Eli looks out on everything below.

"The great talker we've all come to know is... silent. I did my best to speak truth to him on his level... and maybe it's hit the target. Maybe the temporary solution of his 'Victory Forever' was to share simplistic truths. I won't hold my tongue too much.. especially since he can't shut up about anything. Ya see, Morbid, I don't see much of why people talk about you being good. Is it your name? There's nothing morbid or angelic about ya. Only defeat. Your victory may be forever... but your loss will be eternal.

I dare ya to remove me from this mountain, Morbid. Oh, and if ya can't understand.. that's figurative. We all know you can't, and won't, literally climb Mount Everest. You'd rather remain at the bottom and build a snowman.. just hoping for him to come to life and tell you all the things you want to hear.

Just believe, Morbid, and it'll happen. That's the truth, isn't it? Hehe.

It doesn't matter what you say from here on out... I've shown the world what foolish statements you make.. and now it rests of the hearers to accept truth or remain in the liars club.

The story may have gone down as Morbid Angel was a good champion and tough competitor...

But that story will change...

Morbid Angel was a fool with blind eyes, deaf ears, and a mute tongue. It doesn't matter what you say from here on out... you have fallen into your own spell and it will crush you. I don't even have to speak another word.. your own words have already condemned you. Your own words made you out to be the fool.

Shower down your spells and rain all your darkness on me. It will be a mere tickle on the bottom of my foot to brush off.

The only thing that will be left to be called morbid... is not your name.. but your career.

Here is Morbid Angel...

...the fallen glass from the table that shatters into a million pieces.

...the piece of shit at the bottom of my shoe.

...the speck of dust that got in my eye while I was sleeping.

...the clown everyone laughed at, and not because he was funny.

...the grocery bag boy who always hoped he'd be manager one day.

...the saddest excuse for a champion in history of all sports.

So glad we met... so I can show them all how weak you are.

Morbid.. don't say a word.. I already hear you... the silence of the coward." ]]> <![CDATA[Beauty In Everything // Seven]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14578 Fri, 22 Aug 2014 14:15:45 -0700 Great Buzzard Eli James IV]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14578
(OOC: I would encourage you to read, then listen to the song.. or vice versa)

It was one of the most confusing times in Eli's life. Why wouldn't it be? Life was going pretty well for the guy. He was on top of everything you could think of. He had money, that was for sure. He was pretty much in charge where he lived. He had everyone believing whatever he said. To put the icing on the cake, he married a beautiful lady named Ocean.

His world became turned upside down when she was killed.

What is real, and what isn't. Eli's head is spinning and it can't stop.

I don't know what's real anymore. My world has been turned upside down... it has vanished into another realm. I sit and heard every word this Ghost had spoken over me. There was something about the feeling that was rising up from within, but I could no longer explain it. I was possessed with an unknown purpose. It was there, but out of my sight.

He told me I would find the truth in my quest.. in my questions. I would arrive to the destination, but all I had to do was move. I'm not sure I wanted to move. My life was in her hands and she moved on to the depths of the dark galaxy we call the heavens. All that is left of her is a memory, and even then, at some point those will fade away.

I was no longer looking at myself from the outside. I was facing a mirror. A search light was shining from within and I couldn't cover it up. All my failures and pains of this life were there gazing at me. They were ready to consume me and overtake me. I would become someone different.

One minute I was sitting on the ground talking to this Ghost of Easter Rising and going through a strange time warp, and now I stand at the shore.

The search took me here. Far off in the distance in the middle of the surrounding water was that search light. It would search all around for a soul to find. I wasn't ready to get in the water and become that open target. It out shined the stars. It wasn't looking for someone to be the limelight, but to be simplicity to the world.

"A shared mind is a terrible thing."

I heard it speak to me. There were no boats out in the open. No one was around. This could be a stream.

"Do you understand?"

The Ghost of Easter Rising appears beside Eli. He's no longer hiding behind him. Eli continues to look at into the ocean without blinking. A very short smirk comes upon his face.

"Every time I hear you speak, I hear her voice."

"You have grown up into a very strange world, Eli. I will tell you this path is not an easy one. A lady will come and kiss you, but be plotting on how to murder you at the same time. A friend will accompany you to go somewhere new, and become your worst enemy a second its found. You will always hear the laughter of the devil, and the scream of the innocent. You will be guilty of all sin and be the savior to all."

"Sounds like an adventure."

"Without knowing what light is, then how would one know what's dark? You will provide both and live in both. People of light will hate the darkness, and those in darkness will hate the light. You will be constantly torn and stretched without having rest. You will be loved and hated at the same time, by the same people. Most people will stick to one side or the other, but because you reside in both places, you will still be hated. Only few will stick with you, Eli. Those few will turn on you many times, but in the end, will stand by your side. I tell you these things because they will happen if you decide."

"If I turn?"

"I'm not sure I really have to explain that."

"Why's that?"

"You've already decided."

Eli gives a little big of a larger smile. His eyes begin to twinkle. Stars start to appear one by one in the sky reflecting in his eyes.

"If you turn... then..."

"You're right. I've already decided."

"At times, Eli, you will be shaken. You will always bounce back stronger. You will be the loneliest man ever to walk this Earth, even when surrounded by people. You will be nurtured by words. You will find comfort in what you know. You will never be empty again."

"Will it be erased?"

"No. You'll remember it, but you'll remember two versions. Both happened. It will take time for the original to catch up in your memory, but you will eventually know both tales. One light, and one dark."

"Where do you stand in all of this?"

"I will be your wife in the light, but the Ghost in the dark. I will have died in one memory, but never have tasted death in the other. I will be named Ocean in one story, and I will bring you to the Ocean in the other. Ocean died in the old, Eli. In this one, the Ocean consumes you and always lives. Are you ready?"

"Two stories. Heh. What a strange thing to happen to me."

"In death. In life. Eli, you'll learn, there's Beauty..."

"In Everything."

A tear strolls down Eli's face. He turns to the Ghost for the first time and see's the red headed woman he loved that died in his arms.

"Somehow I stumbled here. Everything is fading. I once was blind, but now I see. This is longer home. I've been left behind. I am being drawn to the waters. This tragedy is a mystery. A beautiful unknown that will be sung in my mind."

Eli and the Ghost of Easter Rising take hands, and make their way into the water.

"Don't forget this moment ever. This is home and we belong."

"I've missed you so."

They ease into the water until they are completely submerged in the water. Eli and the Ghost kiss. In what feels like forever to Eli... he rises up from the water and yells,

"I cannot recall my life before this!"

Eli walks out of the water and as he makes his feet on land, he speaks,

"Farewell and all goodbyes to the shoreline. I'll see you when I see you."]]>
(OOC: I would encourage you to read, then listen to the song.. or vice versa)

It was one of the most confusing times in Eli's life. Why wouldn't it be? Life was going pretty well for the guy. He was on top of everything you could think of. He had money, that was for sure. He was pretty much in charge where he lived. He had everyone believing whatever he said. To put the icing on the cake, he married a beautiful lady named Ocean.

His world became turned upside down when she was killed.

What is real, and what isn't. Eli's head is spinning and it can't stop.

I don't know what's real anymore. My world has been turned upside down... it has vanished into another realm. I sit and heard every word this Ghost had spoken over me. There was something about the feeling that was rising up from within, but I could no longer explain it. I was possessed with an unknown purpose. It was there, but out of my sight.

He told me I would find the truth in my quest.. in my questions. I would arrive to the destination, but all I had to do was move. I'm not sure I wanted to move. My life was in her hands and she moved on to the depths of the dark galaxy we call the heavens. All that is left of her is a memory, and even then, at some point those will fade away.

I was no longer looking at myself from the outside. I was facing a mirror. A search light was shining from within and I couldn't cover it up. All my failures and pains of this life were there gazing at me. They were ready to consume me and overtake me. I would become someone different.

One minute I was sitting on the ground talking to this Ghost of Easter Rising and going through a strange time warp, and now I stand at the shore.

The search took me here. Far off in the distance in the middle of the surrounding water was that search light. It would search all around for a soul to find. I wasn't ready to get in the water and become that open target. It out shined the stars. It wasn't looking for someone to be the limelight, but to be simplicity to the world.

"A shared mind is a terrible thing."

I heard it speak to me. There were no boats out in the open. No one was around. This could be a stream.

"Do you understand?"

The Ghost of Easter Rising appears beside Eli. He's no longer hiding behind him. Eli continues to look at into the ocean without blinking. A very short smirk comes upon his face.

"Every time I hear you speak, I hear her voice."

"You have grown up into a very strange world, Eli. I will tell you this path is not an easy one. A lady will come and kiss you, but be plotting on how to murder you at the same time. A friend will accompany you to go somewhere new, and become your worst enemy a second its found. You will always hear the laughter of the devil, and the scream of the innocent. You will be guilty of all sin and be the savior to all."

"Sounds like an adventure."

"Without knowing what light is, then how would one know what's dark? You will provide both and live in both. People of light will hate the darkness, and those in darkness will hate the light. You will be constantly torn and stretched without having rest. You will be loved and hated at the same time, by the same people. Most people will stick to one side or the other, but because you reside in both places, you will still be hated. Only few will stick with you, Eli. Those few will turn on you many times, but in the end, will stand by your side. I tell you these things because they will happen if you decide."

"If I turn?"

"I'm not sure I really have to explain that."

"Why's that?"

"You've already decided."

Eli gives a little big of a larger smile. His eyes begin to twinkle. Stars start to appear one by one in the sky reflecting in his eyes.

"If you turn... then..."

"You're right. I've already decided."

"At times, Eli, you will be shaken. You will always bounce back stronger. You will be the loneliest man ever to walk this Earth, even when surrounded by people. You will be nurtured by words. You will find comfort in what you know. You will never be empty again."

"Will it be erased?"

"No. You'll remember it, but you'll remember two versions. Both happened. It will take time for the original to catch up in your memory, but you will eventually know both tales. One light, and one dark."

"Where do you stand in all of this?"

"I will be your wife in the light, but the Ghost in the dark. I will have died in one memory, but never have tasted death in the other. I will be named Ocean in one story, and I will bring you to the Ocean in the other. Ocean died in the old, Eli. In this one, the Ocean consumes you and always lives. Are you ready?"

"Two stories. Heh. What a strange thing to happen to me."

"In death. In life. Eli, you'll learn, there's Beauty..."

"In Everything."

A tear strolls down Eli's face. He turns to the Ghost for the first time and see's the red headed woman he loved that died in his arms.

"Somehow I stumbled here. Everything is fading. I once was blind, but now I see. This is longer home. I've been left behind. I am being drawn to the waters. This tragedy is a mystery. A beautiful unknown that will be sung in my mind."

Eli and the Ghost of Easter Rising take hands, and make their way into the water.

"Don't forget this moment ever. This is home and we belong."

"I've missed you so."

They ease into the water until they are completely submerged in the water. Eli and the Ghost kiss. In what feels like forever to Eli... he rises up from the water and yells,

"I cannot recall my life before this!"

Eli walks out of the water and as he makes his feet on land, he speaks,

"Farewell and all goodbyes to the shoreline. I'll see you when I see you."]]> <![CDATA[Gator's Day Off]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14568 Fri, 22 Aug 2014 07:27:04 -0700 Gator]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14568
*Gator sits in his hotel room on an armchair, the room isn’t as nice as Socrates’ room, but it will do. He is smoking, relaxing by the glass doors leading to the balcony, enjoying his Malboro red and listening to the music which fills the room*

“Training fucking killed me today.”

*With his spare hand, Gator massages his shoulder and stretches his legs. He stops when he looks out over the balcony. His body relaxes*

“Look at that sky. Not a single cloud. Arizona’s not half bad; I’ll never want to live here, shit I wouldn’t wish a home in Arizona on my worst enemy.”

*He flicks the head of ash into a cup beside him and continues smoking*

“Todd! Is there anything to do in Phoenix?”

*Todd walks into view, taking a seat on another chair beside Gator. He has his iPad in hand, flicking on the screen*

T: “Well, there’s ... Heard Museum.”

“Never Heard of it.”

T: “Funny.”

“I thought it was.”

T: “Okay, how about the Desert Botanical Gardens?”

“Fuck trees!”

*Todd stares at Gator confused while he smokes, still looking out the window. Todd looks back down at his tablet*

T: “Phoenix Stadium, we’ll be there all weekend so no. Musical Instrument Museum, I’m guessing no?”

“No, but Loverboy might enjoy it. I’ll text him later.”

T: “Desert golf?”

“No.”

T: “Old western towns?”

“Hell no.”

T: “The Zoo?”

“...”

“I like the zoo. Do they have alligators?”

*Todd flicks through his iPad, his eyes scanning the screen*

T: “Ermmmm... No.”

“Swing and a miss.”

T: “They do have a live ferret cam.”

“The fuck is that? Is that a sex thing?”

T: “They also have Buff-Cheeked Gibbons, see.”

*Todd shows the iPad to Gator*

[Image: 20100922_rare_primate.jpg]

*Gator looks at the screen and throws his cigarette into the cup. It fizzles*

“Okay. Let’s go.”

T: “Really?”

*Gator stands to his feet and leans back to crack his back, Todd stands up too, placing his iPad on the table beside him*

“Sure, why the fuck not. Got nothing better to do. On one condition.”

T: “Sure, anything.”

“You need to dress up like a pregnant woman...”

T: “...”

*The pair stare at each other in silence*

T: “No.”

“Fine no zoo.”

T: “But why!?”

“The parking. And pregnant women get special treatment.”

T: “Can I pretend to be handicapped instead?”

“No! That’s just insensitive you horrible cunt!”

T: “... I can’t believe you’re actually going to make me do this.”

“Awesome. Right, we need a dress, a wig and a watermelon... And no Dirty Dancing references! I hate that movie!”

T: “What?”

“What?”

T: “... I don’t understand you sometimes. Let’s just do this.”

“Good.”

*Gator grabs his keys in front of the camera*

“Come on, grab your camera and we can get out of here.”

*The pair start to walk out of frame*

T: “Nah, I’m going to leave it. Today’s our day off plus I don’t want me, in a dress, on film.”

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*Little did Todd know, the more professional XWF cameramen try to remain hidden when filming wrestlers*

*Gator and Todd walk down the path, eating ice cream. Gator wearing his usually civilian clothes, his mask rolled up a little to eat the sugary dessert. Todd looks like a poor man’s Mrs. Doubtfire, wearing a large blue dress, blonde wig and a watermelon under the dress but over his already large belly*

T: “This is so degrading.”

“But we got to park at the front, plus you got free ice cream.”

T: “But I’m dressed like this.”

“Can’t complain with free ice cream Todd.”

*The pair walk to the fence overlooking the white rhinos. They finish off the ice cream and lean on the barricade*

“That one has a bigger ass than you.”

*A man interrupts Gator*

Dudebro: “Hey man, that’s no way to talk to your pregnant wife. Have some class bro.”

*Gator looks at the guy*

“Listen up you prick. I can talk however I want to my ‘wife’. So keep your damn mouth shut before I shut it for you.”

Dudebro: “What was that bro? You wanna go bro?”

“Are you seriously picking a fight with a dude twice as big as you wearing a mask? In a fucking zoo!”

*Dudebro rolls up his sleeves and turns his cap backwards*

Dudebro: “Yeah man. Come on, show me whatchu got!”

*Gator stands up straight, shadowing the man*

“I really don’t want to kick your ass today. But, I do need the warm up.”

T: “Erm. Honey? Maybe we shouldn’t start a fight in a public place.”

Dudebro: “What’s wrong with your wife’s voice bro? And... Does she have stubble?”

T: “...”

“Hormones. Pregnancy makes you look and sound real fucking ugly for a long time... In the end it’s not really worth it.”

T: “... Yeah. So darling, please don’t fight.”

*Gator looks between Todd and the guy. He sighs*

“Yeah, sure. How about we forget about this man?”

Dudebro: “Sure thing bro. It’s all butter.”

“Butter?”

Dudebro: “Peace mang.”

*Dudebro walks away with his friends. Gator stands there confused with Todd*

T: “... Maybe you should have kicked that guy’s ass.”

“Should I go after him? Or has the moment passed?”

T: “It’s passed.”

*They turn back to the fence to view the rhinos*

T: “Despite looking so tough, they’re actually quite docile creatures. I don’t understand why people poach them. It’s sick.”

*Gator examines his hand curled into a fist*

“Think I could knock out a rhinoceratops?”

T: “No. And it’s rhinoceros.”

*Gator puts his arms on the fence and rests his head on top of them*

“Remember Rhyno from ECW? That guy was such a twat.”

T: “It’s all wrestling with you. Can you take a break?”

“I’m just bored.”

T: “Come on man, this is fun! Just relax.”

“I am relaxed.”

T: “Really? Even though you’ve got the most important match of your life on Sunday?”

“It’s not that important. It’s pretty important, but I’m still relaxed. I’m not worried about Davids. Socrates and I can take care of him.”

T: “And when it’s you and Socrates?”

“...”
“I don’t know. May the best man win I guess.”

*Gator takes a cigarette from the pack in his pocket and lights it. He goes back to resting on the fence*

T: “It’s nice and all that you and Socrates are being friendly with each other, but it’s a triple threat man. It won’t last.”

“I know, you’re right. I wish you weren’t right.”

T: “Well. Good luck.”

“Thanks.”

*Todd pushes away from the fence, putting a hand under his watermelon baby*

T: “Come on. I want to see those gibbons.”

“Lead the way chunk.”

*Gator stands up straight. Todd rolls his eyes and begins to walk past Gator*

“Oh. Never call me honey again.”

*Gator places his leg in front of Todd and trips him. He falls on the ground flat on his face; the watermelon explodes from his stomach covering the surrounding area in reddish pulp. Gator laughs as mothers scream and shield their children’s eyes, everyone witnessing the event freeze in place, shocked with what they saw. Todd stays on the floor, ashamed and in pain. Gator steps over Todd and begins to walk away still chuckling*

“You were right Todd. This is fun!”

*The camera fades to black*

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*The camera fades from black and the roaring crowd is overbearing. Gator is holding the camera away from him at arm’s length, he stands next to Todd surrounded by fans popping in and out from in front of the camera*

“Hey boys and girls! Me, Todd and about sixty thousand drunken assholes are here at the University of Phoenix stadium about to watch a 50 foot scaffold match featuring two guys I’ve never heard of. Should be fun! My money’s on Scabby! Because he’s British! Todd?”

T: “Darren Dangerous! There has to be good reason why he’s called the lord of ultra-violence!”

“Well whoever wins, it’s going to be a damn good night! And I’m expecting Sunday will be a million times better than this!”

*Darren Dangerous music plays and Gator faces the camera at the entrance, Darren walks out*

“Holy shit! That fat fuck is going to break the scaffold!”

*He turns the camera back to himself and Todd*

“Anyway I’m going to enjoy my night. See you later fuckers! ”

*The camera is lowered and quickly cuts to black*]]>
*Gator sits in his hotel room on an armchair, the room isn’t as nice as Socrates’ room, but it will do. He is smoking, relaxing by the glass doors leading to the balcony, enjoying his Malboro red and listening to the music which fills the room*

“Training fucking killed me today.”

*With his spare hand, Gator massages his shoulder and stretches his legs. He stops when he looks out over the balcony. His body relaxes*

“Look at that sky. Not a single cloud. Arizona’s not half bad; I’ll never want to live here, shit I wouldn’t wish a home in Arizona on my worst enemy.”

*He flicks the head of ash into a cup beside him and continues smoking*

“Todd! Is there anything to do in Phoenix?”

*Todd walks into view, taking a seat on another chair beside Gator. He has his iPad in hand, flicking on the screen*

T: “Well, there’s ... Heard Museum.”

“Never Heard of it.”

T: “Funny.”

“I thought it was.”

T: “Okay, how about the Desert Botanical Gardens?”

“Fuck trees!”

*Todd stares at Gator confused while he smokes, still looking out the window. Todd looks back down at his tablet*

T: “Phoenix Stadium, we’ll be there all weekend so no. Musical Instrument Museum, I’m guessing no?”

“No, but Loverboy might enjoy it. I’ll text him later.”

T: “Desert golf?”

“No.”

T: “Old western towns?”

“Hell no.”

T: “The Zoo?”

“...”

“I like the zoo. Do they have alligators?”

*Todd flicks through his iPad, his eyes scanning the screen*

T: “Ermmmm... No.”

“Swing and a miss.”

T: “They do have a live ferret cam.”

“The fuck is that? Is that a sex thing?”

T: “They also have Buff-Cheeked Gibbons, see.”

*Todd shows the iPad to Gator*

[Image: 20100922_rare_primate.jpg]

*Gator looks at the screen and throws his cigarette into the cup. It fizzles*

“Okay. Let’s go.”

T: “Really?”

*Gator stands to his feet and leans back to crack his back, Todd stands up too, placing his iPad on the table beside him*

“Sure, why the fuck not. Got nothing better to do. On one condition.”

T: “Sure, anything.”

“You need to dress up like a pregnant woman...”

T: “...”

*The pair stare at each other in silence*

T: “No.”

“Fine no zoo.”

T: “But why!?”

“The parking. And pregnant women get special treatment.”

T: “Can I pretend to be handicapped instead?”

“No! That’s just insensitive you horrible cunt!”

T: “... I can’t believe you’re actually going to make me do this.”

“Awesome. Right, we need a dress, a wig and a watermelon... And no Dirty Dancing references! I hate that movie!”

T: “What?”

“What?”

T: “... I don’t understand you sometimes. Let’s just do this.”

“Good.”

*Gator grabs his keys in front of the camera*

“Come on, grab your camera and we can get out of here.”

*The pair start to walk out of frame*

T: “Nah, I’m going to leave it. Today’s our day off plus I don’t want me, in a dress, on film.”

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*Little did Todd know, the more professional XWF cameramen try to remain hidden when filming wrestlers*

*Gator and Todd walk down the path, eating ice cream. Gator wearing his usually civilian clothes, his mask rolled up a little to eat the sugary dessert. Todd looks like a poor man’s Mrs. Doubtfire, wearing a large blue dress, blonde wig and a watermelon under the dress but over his already large belly*

T: “This is so degrading.”

“But we got to park at the front, plus you got free ice cream.”

T: “But I’m dressed like this.”

“Can’t complain with free ice cream Todd.”

*The pair walk to the fence overlooking the white rhinos. They finish off the ice cream and lean on the barricade*

“That one has a bigger ass than you.”

*A man interrupts Gator*

Dudebro: “Hey man, that’s no way to talk to your pregnant wife. Have some class bro.”

*Gator looks at the guy*

“Listen up you prick. I can talk however I want to my ‘wife’. So keep your damn mouth shut before I shut it for you.”

Dudebro: “What was that bro? You wanna go bro?”

“Are you seriously picking a fight with a dude twice as big as you wearing a mask? In a fucking zoo!”

*Dudebro rolls up his sleeves and turns his cap backwards*

Dudebro: “Yeah man. Come on, show me whatchu got!”

*Gator stands up straight, shadowing the man*

“I really don’t want to kick your ass today. But, I do need the warm up.”

T: “Erm. Honey? Maybe we shouldn’t start a fight in a public place.”

Dudebro: “What’s wrong with your wife’s voice bro? And... Does she have stubble?”

T: “...”

“Hormones. Pregnancy makes you look and sound real fucking ugly for a long time... In the end it’s not really worth it.”

T: “... Yeah. So darling, please don’t fight.”

*Gator looks between Todd and the guy. He sighs*

“Yeah, sure. How about we forget about this man?”

Dudebro: “Sure thing bro. It’s all butter.”

“Butter?”

Dudebro: “Peace mang.”

*Dudebro walks away with his friends. Gator stands there confused with Todd*

T: “... Maybe you should have kicked that guy’s ass.”

“Should I go after him? Or has the moment passed?”

T: “It’s passed.”

*They turn back to the fence to view the rhinos*

T: “Despite looking so tough, they’re actually quite docile creatures. I don’t understand why people poach them. It’s sick.”

*Gator examines his hand curled into a fist*

“Think I could knock out a rhinoceratops?”

T: “No. And it’s rhinoceros.”

*Gator puts his arms on the fence and rests his head on top of them*

“Remember Rhyno from ECW? That guy was such a twat.”

T: “It’s all wrestling with you. Can you take a break?”

“I’m just bored.”

T: “Come on man, this is fun! Just relax.”

“I am relaxed.”

T: “Really? Even though you’ve got the most important match of your life on Sunday?”

“It’s not that important. It’s pretty important, but I’m still relaxed. I’m not worried about Davids. Socrates and I can take care of him.”

T: “And when it’s you and Socrates?”

“...”
“I don’t know. May the best man win I guess.”

*Gator takes a cigarette from the pack in his pocket and lights it. He goes back to resting on the fence*

T: “It’s nice and all that you and Socrates are being friendly with each other, but it’s a triple threat man. It won’t last.”

“I know, you’re right. I wish you weren’t right.”

T: “Well. Good luck.”

“Thanks.”

*Todd pushes away from the fence, putting a hand under his watermelon baby*

T: “Come on. I want to see those gibbons.”

“Lead the way chunk.”

*Gator stands up straight. Todd rolls his eyes and begins to walk past Gator*

“Oh. Never call me honey again.”

*Gator places his leg in front of Todd and trips him. He falls on the ground flat on his face; the watermelon explodes from his stomach covering the surrounding area in reddish pulp. Gator laughs as mothers scream and shield their children’s eyes, everyone witnessing the event freeze in place, shocked with what they saw. Todd stays on the floor, ashamed and in pain. Gator steps over Todd and begins to walk away still chuckling*

“You were right Todd. This is fun!”

*The camera fades to black*

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*The camera fades from black and the roaring crowd is overbearing. Gator is holding the camera away from him at arm’s length, he stands next to Todd surrounded by fans popping in and out from in front of the camera*

“Hey boys and girls! Me, Todd and about sixty thousand drunken assholes are here at the University of Phoenix stadium about to watch a 50 foot scaffold match featuring two guys I’ve never heard of. Should be fun! My money’s on Scabby! Because he’s British! Todd?”

T: “Darren Dangerous! There has to be good reason why he’s called the lord of ultra-violence!”

“Well whoever wins, it’s going to be a damn good night! And I’m expecting Sunday will be a million times better than this!”

*Darren Dangerous music plays and Gator faces the camera at the entrance, Darren walks out*

“Holy shit! That fat fuck is going to break the scaffold!”

*He turns the camera back to himself and Todd*

“Anyway I’m going to enjoy my night. See you later fuckers! ”

*The camera is lowered and quickly cuts to black*]]> <![CDATA[Beauty In Everything // Six]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14514 Thu, 21 Aug 2014 10:05:28 -0700 Great Buzzard Eli James IV]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14514
I wasn't sure what was going on. I witnessed the love of my life die, and I was ready to do everything to make people feel the same way I felt. I was going to take what every single person held as precious and value, and would remove it from them. And now... here she was... in my arms... wondering where I've been. I've been here all along.

Ocean releases Eli and looks at him. She sees the confused look on his face.

"That look. What's wrong, Eli? You look confused, or like you've seen a ghost."

Eli didn't know how to react, and felt like he may have been drugged. It didn't matter, because at that moment he was happy to hold his love in his arms again.

The two began walking toward the house until Ocean collapsed in Eli's arms. He felt her pulse and there was no heart beat. He started to scream and tried his best to revive her, but it didn't work. He was once again holding the lifeless body of his true love, Ocean. While he sat there screaming and crying, a voice was heard from behind,

"Do not turn around, Eli. It is I, the Ghost of Easter Rising."

"She's dead, man! She's fucking dead! AGAIN!"

"Who?"

"Oce.."

Eli looked down and there was no one on the ground. He was speechless and confused more than ever.

"I don't understand, Ghost. She was here. Ocean.. she was alive. We were walking, and she collapsed! What are you doing?!"

"I'm not sure I like your tone, Eli. I'm not doing anything but showing you the way. I am bringing your memories back that you've hidden away, because in those memories, Eli, is truth and your purpose."

"Fuck you."

"Foul language, Eli. Do you really want to play this game with me?"

"You think I'm afraid of a Ghost?"

"Yes."

Eli started to laugh, and refused to be called afraid of anything. He decided to accept the challenge presented by the Ghost earlier and see if it were true. Eli turned around.


.........................................


Eli wakes up in a sealed room with white everywhere. It's very bright in the room. There's no appearance of a door or anything you could use to leave, or for someone to come in. Eli shakes his head and tries to remember what happened, but cannot recall anything after his motion of turning around. He sits there and tries to ponder what's going on.

"Good morning."

A man's voice is heard and startles Eli a bit. He starts to walk toward Eli, and Eli decides to stand up quick. The man's hair is jet black and combed back.. his face is clean of any stubble or hair.. his glasses are a very light grey.. and his black suit with a navy blue tie shows he's probably someone of importance that might have answers.

"This again?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I thought we made progress, Eli. You want to do this all over again today? Okay, fine. I say, you've been here a while, and you say..."

"Nah, man. I just came here a few seconds ago..."

The nice dressed man says the same sentence as Eli and cuts him off.

"After I looked at the Ghost of Easter Rising, and here I am. Yes, Eli, I've heard this story many.. many times. I think we should have progressed by now."

"Sad, really."

Another voice. A lady's voice. Eli turns and it's Ocean. He smiles and walks to her, but she looks freaked out.

"Ocean!"

"I'm sorry?"

"It's me, Eli. You've come to save me."

"What are you talking about?"

"You're my wife."

"No, I'm his wife."

She points to the other man in the room, which causes Eli to get angry. Eli turns and goes after the man, but he quickly pulls out a taser and zaps Eli.. many times. They chain up Eli while he's a little bit out of it and wait for him to wake back up.

It was very rare I would be confused, but I had no explanation of what was happening to me. My only thought was it had to be a dream, or I was heavy on drugs. I don't remember doing a lot of drugs on the day of my marriage celebration. The one thing that I think about is the possibility I was drugged similar to Ocean, but I am reacting different. I could be dying.

This room feels so real. Ocean, again, is here and seems to real to me except she has no idea who I am. She's with this guy. Heh. A prick. I'll just wait until I get free and get out of here. There must be away to get back home.

Eli wakes up thanks to a big splash of water dished on him by the man.

"Ah, look, he's awake. Eli. Why did you try and attack me? Hmm?"

"Who are you? How did I get here? Why.. am I here?"

"I am Doctor Easter. This is my wife, Doctor Ocean. You're in a room, well, we like to refer to it as Ghost. It's where we bring patients who are getting worse in their mind and we try to help them rise up. We want you rising up, Eli."

it was strange. It felt like it took him three hours to speak a few sentences. I was still out of it. I was barely in the room... words began to echo in my mind..

"I am Doctor Easter. This is my wife, Doctor Ocean. You're in a room, well, we like to refer to it as Ghost. It's where we bring patients who are getting worse in their mind and we try to help them rise up. We want you rising up, Eli."

Something about those words...

Easter... Ghost... Rise... Rising...

I couldn't focus. I was trying to remain alert but I was slowly fading fast. They were both looking at me funny.. just before I closed my eyes... I saw them.. they were making out. I think they were getting close to going all the way... how they were touching each other and all. This fucker is kissing my wife.


.........................................


Eli wakes up in the ground... again.

"Are you sure you want to play this game, Eli?"

"Who are you? Tell Me Who You Are!"

"What's important, Eli, is that you find out who you are. That is why I'm here, and that is why you're still lying on the ground."

"Just tell me this, then... what's real?"

"You tell me, Eli. You've seen so much and have experienced a lot in the last few days. Why don't you tell me what's real and what isn't. There, is there you'll get your answers."]]>
I wasn't sure what was going on. I witnessed the love of my life die, and I was ready to do everything to make people feel the same way I felt. I was going to take what every single person held as precious and value, and would remove it from them. And now... here she was... in my arms... wondering where I've been. I've been here all along.

Ocean releases Eli and looks at him. She sees the confused look on his face.

"That look. What's wrong, Eli? You look confused, or like you've seen a ghost."

Eli didn't know how to react, and felt like he may have been drugged. It didn't matter, because at that moment he was happy to hold his love in his arms again.

The two began walking toward the house until Ocean collapsed in Eli's arms. He felt her pulse and there was no heart beat. He started to scream and tried his best to revive her, but it didn't work. He was once again holding the lifeless body of his true love, Ocean. While he sat there screaming and crying, a voice was heard from behind,

"Do not turn around, Eli. It is I, the Ghost of Easter Rising."

"She's dead, man! She's fucking dead! AGAIN!"

"Who?"

"Oce.."

Eli looked down and there was no one on the ground. He was speechless and confused more than ever.

"I don't understand, Ghost. She was here. Ocean.. she was alive. We were walking, and she collapsed! What are you doing?!"

"I'm not sure I like your tone, Eli. I'm not doing anything but showing you the way. I am bringing your memories back that you've hidden away, because in those memories, Eli, is truth and your purpose."

"Fuck you."

"Foul language, Eli. Do you really want to play this game with me?"

"You think I'm afraid of a Ghost?"

"Yes."

Eli started to laugh, and refused to be called afraid of anything. He decided to accept the challenge presented by the Ghost earlier and see if it were true. Eli turned around.


.........................................


Eli wakes up in a sealed room with white everywhere. It's very bright in the room. There's no appearance of a door or anything you could use to leave, or for someone to come in. Eli shakes his head and tries to remember what happened, but cannot recall anything after his motion of turning around. He sits there and tries to ponder what's going on.

"Good morning."

A man's voice is heard and startles Eli a bit. He starts to walk toward Eli, and Eli decides to stand up quick. The man's hair is jet black and combed back.. his face is clean of any stubble or hair.. his glasses are a very light grey.. and his black suit with a navy blue tie shows he's probably someone of importance that might have answers.

"This again?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I thought we made progress, Eli. You want to do this all over again today? Okay, fine. I say, you've been here a while, and you say..."

"Nah, man. I just came here a few seconds ago..."

The nice dressed man says the same sentence as Eli and cuts him off.

"After I looked at the Ghost of Easter Rising, and here I am. Yes, Eli, I've heard this story many.. many times. I think we should have progressed by now."

"Sad, really."

Another voice. A lady's voice. Eli turns and it's Ocean. He smiles and walks to her, but she looks freaked out.

"Ocean!"

"I'm sorry?"

"It's me, Eli. You've come to save me."

"What are you talking about?"

"You're my wife."

"No, I'm his wife."

She points to the other man in the room, which causes Eli to get angry. Eli turns and goes after the man, but he quickly pulls out a taser and zaps Eli.. many times. They chain up Eli while he's a little bit out of it and wait for him to wake back up.

It was very rare I would be confused, but I had no explanation of what was happening to me. My only thought was it had to be a dream, or I was heavy on drugs. I don't remember doing a lot of drugs on the day of my marriage celebration. The one thing that I think about is the possibility I was drugged similar to Ocean, but I am reacting different. I could be dying.

This room feels so real. Ocean, again, is here and seems to real to me except she has no idea who I am. She's with this guy. Heh. A prick. I'll just wait until I get free and get out of here. There must be away to get back home.

Eli wakes up thanks to a big splash of water dished on him by the man.

"Ah, look, he's awake. Eli. Why did you try and attack me? Hmm?"

"Who are you? How did I get here? Why.. am I here?"

"I am Doctor Easter. This is my wife, Doctor Ocean. You're in a room, well, we like to refer to it as Ghost. It's where we bring patients who are getting worse in their mind and we try to help them rise up. We want you rising up, Eli."

it was strange. It felt like it took him three hours to speak a few sentences. I was still out of it. I was barely in the room... words began to echo in my mind..

"I am Doctor Easter. This is my wife, Doctor Ocean. You're in a room, well, we like to refer to it as Ghost. It's where we bring patients who are getting worse in their mind and we try to help them rise up. We want you rising up, Eli."

Something about those words...

Easter... Ghost... Rise... Rising...

I couldn't focus. I was trying to remain alert but I was slowly fading fast. They were both looking at me funny.. just before I closed my eyes... I saw them.. they were making out. I think they were getting close to going all the way... how they were touching each other and all. This fucker is kissing my wife.


.........................................


Eli wakes up in the ground... again.

"Are you sure you want to play this game, Eli?"

"Who are you? Tell Me Who You Are!"

"What's important, Eli, is that you find out who you are. That is why I'm here, and that is why you're still lying on the ground."

"Just tell me this, then... what's real?"

"You tell me, Eli. You've seen so much and have experienced a lot in the last few days. Why don't you tell me what's real and what isn't. There, is there you'll get your answers."]]> <![CDATA[Dammit Gator, I'm a Doctor!]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14535 Thu, 21 Aug 2014 04:53:36 -0700 Gator]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14535
Receptionist: “So, Jonny was all like, ‘babe, you can’t just get out here, someone just got shot here last week!’ And chu know me, Becky. When I’m mad at Jonny, I’m done with him-“

*Gator coughs loudly to get the attention of the red haired girl*

“So I was like, screw you loser! .. Yeah! Hahahahha I thought it was funny too.”

*Gator looks behind at Todd, frustration behind his mask. He turns back to the receptionist and grabs the phone*

“HEY!”

*Gator puts the phone to his ear*

“She’ll call you back Becky.”

*He slams down the phone, and looks at the girl*

“You’re rude!”

“No I’m Gator... I have an appointment under the name Todd Moschitti.”

T: “Erm-“

*Gator motions his hand to tell Todd to shut up. The receptionist taps on her keyboard*

“Moschitti... Weird name. Is it Jewish?”

“Canadian apparently.”

*Gator looks back at Todd and shrugs. He twists back around hearing the girl speak up*

“Oh yeah, Dr. Hernandez will see you now.”

“Cheers love.”

*Gator walks to the large mahogany double doors beside the desk, as the girl chuckles to her self. He pushes open the large doors, Todd peeking the camera over Gator’s shoulder. We see a man of Hispanic ethnicity sit on a comfy red chair beside a dark red leather couch, he looks up from his notebook, his face in anger*

“Get out!”

“Come on Henry, that’s no way to greet an old friend. Where’s the hug man?”

“Friends?”

*Dr. Hernandez stands to his feet pacing over to Gator. Todd steps to the side so we see both men staring at each other. Hernandez is almost as tall as Gator, but his slicked back black hair, half moon glasses and green sweater vest aren’t as threatening as a huge man in a mask*

“You betray my trust and rip off my mask, no, my heritage and you have the nerve to call me a friend!”

“Well, you seem to be doing pretty well for yourself.”

“Ha, I don’t know why I’m not kicking your ass right now.”

“Is it because, you don’t want to ruin those 400 dollar loafers? Or, maybe because you just can’t kick my ass.”

*Hernandez goes close to Gator’s face*

“Say that again!”

“You. Can’t. Do. It!”

*Gator kisses Hernandez’s nose*

“¡Hijo de puta!”

*Hernandez backs away and pulls back his arm to punch Gator, Todd runs in between the men, the camera focusing on Hernandez, Gator laughing behind him. Hernandez freezes*

T: “Hey! Calm down man!”

“Yeah calm down man!”

T: “Gator please, I’m trying to help you here.”

“So what? Let him do it.”

T: “No! There is a way to resolve this without violence!”

“There is?”
“There is?”

“Jinx! You owe me a beer!”

“Sir, please get out of my way so I can kill this clown.”

T: “No! ... Come on, if you hit a paying customer, or patient; you could get your licensed revoked and your business taken from you.”

*Hernandez shifts his eyes and unclenches his fists*

T: “Gator, the must be another reason to come here. Surely you didn’t just get an appointment just to tease Dr. Hernandez.”

“Yeah. I need your help doc.”

“My help!”

*Hernandez laughs, awe set on his face*

“Why would I help you?”

“Because I’m paying you 600 dollars an hour...”

T: “...”

“... Very well.”

*Hernandez straightens himself as Todd moves aside, putting both men in view*

“On two conditions. One, the price has gone up to a 1000 US dollars.”

“For an hour?”

“No, 1000 until I can stand no more of you. Condition number two, you cannot wear that mask in my office.”

*Gator sighs*

“Can I smoke?”

“No.”

“... Fine. Whatever.”

“Wow, you really do need my help. Hilarious.”

“Let’s just get this over with.”

*Gator reaches into his pocket pulling out the keys to his Camaro. He throws them to Todd who barely catches them*

“Todd, wait in the car.”

T: “Yeah, sure.”

*Hernandez hold the door open to let Gator pass, he walks in as Hernandez closes the door. Todd lingers on the large double doors for a moment. He turns and walks out of the building. The footage fades to black*



*A click of a tape recorder*



“Huh, you don’t look like a dumb cunt with down syndrome.”

“You watch XWF?”

“I’m a big Steve Davids fan at this moment in time. In fact, you’re actually quite dashing without your mask, except for th-“

“Not another word.”

“Suit yourself. Now Jacob-“

“Gator.”

“... Jacob... What’s the problem?”

“That’s how we’re starting this? No, what was your relationship with your mother?”

“I treat wrestlers for a living Mr. Woods. Usually the mother is not involved in painkiller addiction or the rehabilitation of the recent paraplegic.”

“Fair enough. Okay, so here’s the deal... I’ve been having this dream lately.”

*The blackness of the video morphs into a cartoonish desert and blue sky*

“I’m standing in the desert.”

*An illustrated Gator stands knee deep in orange sand*

“There’s nothing around for miles, but I feel like I need to be somewhere.”

*Gator trudges through the sand*

“I just keep walking. Well, struggling to walk. But, I just keep walking straight. Nothing on the horizon. Just sand.”

*Hernadez walks with Gator. Hernandez is walking lightly on top of the sand, his arms behind his back looking at Gator working his way through the sand*

“Being trapped in a desert is often a symbol of loneliness. Are you lonely Jacob?”

*Gator carries on making his way through the sand now up to his hips. He looks at Hernandez, both men still slowly making their way across the desert*

“No. I’ve got friends. Shit, Todd never leaves me alone. A bit of peace and quiet would be a nice change of pace.”

“Will he not leave you alone, or will you not let him?”

*Gator turns his head, contemplating*

*He turns back to Hernandez*

“Nope. It’s definitely him.”

“Friends and family are the most valuable things we have in this world Jacob. You can act like you don’t care but I know you do. We can’t make any real progress if you keep lying.”

“I’m not lying. Just joking.”

“There is a very fine line between lies and jokes. So, you don’t want him to leave?”

“He can get away from me any time he wants, I know we’ll still be friends if he leaves.”

“Good to know, question two. Why are you walking in your dream?”

*Gator stops in the sand, so does Hernandez watching over him*

“I don’t know, kinda thought you could help me out there doc.”

“I can’t help you if I don’t know what you’re heading too.”

*Gator stands in the trench he’s made; he’s starts to gather the sand with his hands. Moulding it*

“Like I said, I don’t know what I’m walking towards. I know there’s nothing out there.”

“If you know there’s nothing on the horizon, why are you walking?”

“Hernandez! Seriously, I don’t know!”

“... What else is around you?”

“Nothing. Well, I know in the back of my head that there’s an oasis behind me.”

“Where you came from?”

*Gator and Hernandez look back at the long ditch of sand that Gator has made*

“Yeah. I guess.”

*They turn back forward, Gator continues to mould the sand*

“If I may. Perhaps the oasis you’re walking away from is J-Pro. The XWF is the desert and you feel trapped. Wandering around aimlessly, looking for a purpose.”

“But I have a purpose. I’ve got a title shot, that’s my purpose.”

“Right now it’s your purpose, but what if you win, what will you do after that?”

“I’ll be defending it.”

“And what if you lose? What will be your purpose then?”

*Gator stops for a moment. Focusing on the sand in his hands*

“Work my way up to another title.”

“And here’s the problem. You’re trapped here Jacob, you’re trapped in this endless cycle. Constant battles for titles that mean nothing in the real world. This desert is the XWF, you’re stuck there until you find something better to do with your life.”

*Gator stops shaping the sand and looks at Hernandez*

“... You’re wrong. I’m not trapped I chose to be here. Just because I can’t see something on the horizon doesn’t mean there’s nothing there!”

“You said it yourself, you know there is nothing after this desert.”

“What if I’m wrong? What if there is something out there.”

“Exactly, what if there is something out there?”

*Gator looks at the sand moulded into the TV title in front of him. He smashes it away and continues to walk forward*

“I’m going to go there. I don’t care if it’s worse than the desert. I’m going to fucking go there!”

“I think we’ve made some good progress here.”

*Gator stops several feet away from Hernandez, he turns to him*

“What?”

*The image swirls back into blackness. The silence from the desert image is interrupted by a clock ticking and a pencil scratching paper*

“Seriously? Five minutes and we’ve proved that I’m heading somewhere?”

“I said we made progress, not a breakthrough.”

“Really worth a grand. Thanks.”

“No need for sarcasm. We’re done here, I have a migraine because of you.”

“Yeah I tend to have that effect on people.”

“Very good.. Come back if you feel the need too, but it’ll be twelve hundred next time.”

“Of course it will be. Thanks Henry, I’ll see you later.”

“Goodbye Jacob, I hope Davids rips your mask off.”

“Ha. Like hell he could.”


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*The footage fades from black to Todd sitting in the car, bopping his head along with the stereo. The camera faces Todd and the empty driver’s seat*

*The car door swings open as Gator steps in and sits himself on the seat. Todd nods to him with a smile, Gator nods back, cigarette in his mouth*

T: “Hey.”

“Hey.”

T: “So, did you kill him?”

“I felt like it, but no.”

T: “You gonna go back?”

“Maybe.”

T: “Cool, cool.”

*Gator twists the key, and the engine rumbles. Gator stares straight forward*

“Henry’s better as a shrink then a wrestler.”

*Todd shakes his head, laughing under his breath. Gator smiles under his mask. The footage fades to black as the pair drive*]]>
Receptionist: “So, Jonny was all like, ‘babe, you can’t just get out here, someone just got shot here last week!’ And chu know me, Becky. When I’m mad at Jonny, I’m done with him-“

*Gator coughs loudly to get the attention of the red haired girl*

“So I was like, screw you loser! .. Yeah! Hahahahha I thought it was funny too.”

*Gator looks behind at Todd, frustration behind his mask. He turns back to the receptionist and grabs the phone*

“HEY!”

*Gator puts the phone to his ear*

“She’ll call you back Becky.”

*He slams down the phone, and looks at the girl*

“You’re rude!”

“No I’m Gator... I have an appointment under the name Todd Moschitti.”

T: “Erm-“

*Gator motions his hand to tell Todd to shut up. The receptionist taps on her keyboard*

“Moschitti... Weird name. Is it Jewish?”

“Canadian apparently.”

*Gator looks back at Todd and shrugs. He twists back around hearing the girl speak up*

“Oh yeah, Dr. Hernandez will see you now.”

“Cheers love.”

*Gator walks to the large mahogany double doors beside the desk, as the girl chuckles to her self. He pushes open the large doors, Todd peeking the camera over Gator’s shoulder. We see a man of Hispanic ethnicity sit on a comfy red chair beside a dark red leather couch, he looks up from his notebook, his face in anger*

“Get out!”

“Come on Henry, that’s no way to greet an old friend. Where’s the hug man?”

“Friends?”

*Dr. Hernandez stands to his feet pacing over to Gator. Todd steps to the side so we see both men staring at each other. Hernandez is almost as tall as Gator, but his slicked back black hair, half moon glasses and green sweater vest aren’t as threatening as a huge man in a mask*

“You betray my trust and rip off my mask, no, my heritage and you have the nerve to call me a friend!”

“Well, you seem to be doing pretty well for yourself.”

“Ha, I don’t know why I’m not kicking your ass right now.”

“Is it because, you don’t want to ruin those 400 dollar loafers? Or, maybe because you just can’t kick my ass.”

*Hernandez goes close to Gator’s face*

“Say that again!”

“You. Can’t. Do. It!”

*Gator kisses Hernandez’s nose*

“¡Hijo de puta!”

*Hernandez backs away and pulls back his arm to punch Gator, Todd runs in between the men, the camera focusing on Hernandez, Gator laughing behind him. Hernandez freezes*

T: “Hey! Calm down man!”

“Yeah calm down man!”

T: “Gator please, I’m trying to help you here.”

“So what? Let him do it.”

T: “No! There is a way to resolve this without violence!”

“There is?”
“There is?”

“Jinx! You owe me a beer!”

“Sir, please get out of my way so I can kill this clown.”

T: “No! ... Come on, if you hit a paying customer, or patient; you could get your licensed revoked and your business taken from you.”

*Hernandez shifts his eyes and unclenches his fists*

T: “Gator, the must be another reason to come here. Surely you didn’t just get an appointment just to tease Dr. Hernandez.”

“Yeah. I need your help doc.”

“My help!”

*Hernandez laughs, awe set on his face*

“Why would I help you?”

“Because I’m paying you 600 dollars an hour...”

T: “...”

“... Very well.”

*Hernandez straightens himself as Todd moves aside, putting both men in view*

“On two conditions. One, the price has gone up to a 1000 US dollars.”

“For an hour?”

“No, 1000 until I can stand no more of you. Condition number two, you cannot wear that mask in my office.”

*Gator sighs*

“Can I smoke?”

“No.”

“... Fine. Whatever.”

“Wow, you really do need my help. Hilarious.”

“Let’s just get this over with.”

*Gator reaches into his pocket pulling out the keys to his Camaro. He throws them to Todd who barely catches them*

“Todd, wait in the car.”

T: “Yeah, sure.”

*Hernandez hold the door open to let Gator pass, he walks in as Hernandez closes the door. Todd lingers on the large double doors for a moment. He turns and walks out of the building. The footage fades to black*



*A click of a tape recorder*



“Huh, you don’t look like a dumb cunt with down syndrome.”

“You watch XWF?”

“I’m a big Steve Davids fan at this moment in time. In fact, you’re actually quite dashing without your mask, except for th-“

“Not another word.”

“Suit yourself. Now Jacob-“

“Gator.”

“... Jacob... What’s the problem?”

“That’s how we’re starting this? No, what was your relationship with your mother?”

“I treat wrestlers for a living Mr. Woods. Usually the mother is not involved in painkiller addiction or the rehabilitation of the recent paraplegic.”

“Fair enough. Okay, so here’s the deal... I’ve been having this dream lately.”

*The blackness of the video morphs into a cartoonish desert and blue sky*

“I’m standing in the desert.”

*An illustrated Gator stands knee deep in orange sand*

“There’s nothing around for miles, but I feel like I need to be somewhere.”

*Gator trudges through the sand*

“I just keep walking. Well, struggling to walk. But, I just keep walking straight. Nothing on the horizon. Just sand.”

*Hernadez walks with Gator. Hernandez is walking lightly on top of the sand, his arms behind his back looking at Gator working his way through the sand*

“Being trapped in a desert is often a symbol of loneliness. Are you lonely Jacob?”

*Gator carries on making his way through the sand now up to his hips. He looks at Hernandez, both men still slowly making their way across the desert*

“No. I’ve got friends. Shit, Todd never leaves me alone. A bit of peace and quiet would be a nice change of pace.”

“Will he not leave you alone, or will you not let him?”

*Gator turns his head, contemplating*

*He turns back to Hernandez*

“Nope. It’s definitely him.”

“Friends and family are the most valuable things we have in this world Jacob. You can act like you don’t care but I know you do. We can’t make any real progress if you keep lying.”

“I’m not lying. Just joking.”

“There is a very fine line between lies and jokes. So, you don’t want him to leave?”

“He can get away from me any time he wants, I know we’ll still be friends if he leaves.”

“Good to know, question two. Why are you walking in your dream?”

*Gator stops in the sand, so does Hernandez watching over him*

“I don’t know, kinda thought you could help me out there doc.”

“I can’t help you if I don’t know what you’re heading too.”

*Gator stands in the trench he’s made; he’s starts to gather the sand with his hands. Moulding it*

“Like I said, I don’t know what I’m walking towards. I know there’s nothing out there.”

“If you know there’s nothing on the horizon, why are you walking?”

“Hernandez! Seriously, I don’t know!”

“... What else is around you?”

“Nothing. Well, I know in the back of my head that there’s an oasis behind me.”

“Where you came from?”

*Gator and Hernandez look back at the long ditch of sand that Gator has made*

“Yeah. I guess.”

*They turn back forward, Gator continues to mould the sand*

“If I may. Perhaps the oasis you’re walking away from is J-Pro. The XWF is the desert and you feel trapped. Wandering around aimlessly, looking for a purpose.”

“But I have a purpose. I’ve got a title shot, that’s my purpose.”

“Right now it’s your purpose, but what if you win, what will you do after that?”

“I’ll be defending it.”

“And what if you lose? What will be your purpose then?”

*Gator stops for a moment. Focusing on the sand in his hands*

“Work my way up to another title.”

“And here’s the problem. You’re trapped here Jacob, you’re trapped in this endless cycle. Constant battles for titles that mean nothing in the real world. This desert is the XWF, you’re stuck there until you find something better to do with your life.”

*Gator stops shaping the sand and looks at Hernandez*

“... You’re wrong. I’m not trapped I chose to be here. Just because I can’t see something on the horizon doesn’t mean there’s nothing there!”

“You said it yourself, you know there is nothing after this desert.”

“What if I’m wrong? What if there is something out there.”

“Exactly, what if there is something out there?”

*Gator looks at the sand moulded into the TV title in front of him. He smashes it away and continues to walk forward*

“I’m going to go there. I don’t care if it’s worse than the desert. I’m going to fucking go there!”

“I think we’ve made some good progress here.”

*Gator stops several feet away from Hernandez, he turns to him*

“What?”

*The image swirls back into blackness. The silence from the desert image is interrupted by a clock ticking and a pencil scratching paper*

“Seriously? Five minutes and we’ve proved that I’m heading somewhere?”

“I said we made progress, not a breakthrough.”

“Really worth a grand. Thanks.”

“No need for sarcasm. We’re done here, I have a migraine because of you.”

“Yeah I tend to have that effect on people.”

“Very good.. Come back if you feel the need too, but it’ll be twelve hundred next time.”

“Of course it will be. Thanks Henry, I’ll see you later.”

“Goodbye Jacob, I hope Davids rips your mask off.”

“Ha. Like hell he could.”


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*The footage fades from black to Todd sitting in the car, bopping his head along with the stereo. The camera faces Todd and the empty driver’s seat*

*The car door swings open as Gator steps in and sits himself on the seat. Todd nods to him with a smile, Gator nods back, cigarette in his mouth*

T: “Hey.”

“Hey.”

T: “So, did you kill him?”

“I felt like it, but no.”

T: “You gonna go back?”

“Maybe.”

T: “Cool, cool.”

*Gator twists the key, and the engine rumbles. Gator stares straight forward*

“Henry’s better as a shrink then a wrestler.”

*Todd shakes his head, laughing under his breath. Gator smiles under his mask. The footage fades to black as the pair drive*]]> <![CDATA[Socrates Speaks About Steve]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14518 Wed, 20 Aug 2014 16:26:09 -0700 Socrates]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14518
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The camera fades in to Socrates, who is in a full white, traditional gown, sat on the edge of a cliff. It's quite windy and Socrates hair flows with the breeze.

So it commences.

Steve Davids has done the usual. Speaking for a pathetically long time trying to deduct every sentence that was released from my tongue to mere ashes. Well, Steve Davids, you've failed, because I think you forgot about the big, bold point I tried to get across:

Quote:I do not care.
He laughs.

Such a pretender you are.

Your words, they do not flow.

You talk and you talk and you talk and you talk...

...And you drag and you drag and you drag and you drag.

It's just not good enough Steve Davids.

And in the end, this pyramid in which I stand, I rise even higher so I can look down upon you and laugh.

Socrates is not a God, he is a philosopher, the wisest man to ever walk this Earth.

I know this championship is prestigious; I know these opportunities are rare.

But I, am just fine...

He laughs.

It's just not good enough Steve Davids.

Socrates™ enables a new path to enlightenment, so Steve Davids, if you ever get bored of hearing your own voice, because I can assure you will, just hold on to me.

Follow my voice. You shall become shrouded in a mist that I am eternally covered in.

The darkness shall make way for the stronger, denser Socraterian might, in which I create with my presence.

Socrates takes a huge breath in.

Because, do you know something?

It's just not good enough Steve Davids.

Sarcasm: the lowest form of comedy.

Well, I guess it makes sense, because you are the lowest form.

The lowest type of human, the one who must dig so deep just to try and make a funny joke.

And then Mr Davids digs himself MUCH TOO FAR and ends up just a little worm at the bottom...

It's just not good enough Steve Davids.

Be prepared, for you are about to meet with someone you wish to be.

He smirks.

As aforementioned; Jealousy is a demon.

So how dare you insult me?

Do not mock what you cannot see.

You need to try harder next time...

It's just not good enough Steve Davids.

You think that I am nothing, and that Gator is nothing. Well I know that you are nothing.

I am clearly correct by the way you crassly reacted, involving calling me a , how mature of you.

He begins to laugh for a longer, more dragged out length of time.

You do not get it, do you Steve Davids?

I mentioned it before, and the great people agreed.

I have an ally in that ring, and until you are destroyed, our blood pact shall forever curse you, as your smug face and your smack talk mean...

Nothing.

He closes his eyes.

Just, nothing.

A past memory. A recollection you wish you could get rid of.

Because, Steve Davids:

It's just not good enough.

The camera fades to black as a deep voice appears in the background:

Now suffice between the might that rises further each today. Your demise is inevitable. Be prepared. And to you Gator, continue to believe, and you shall ascend with me to the top as one of us takes the Television Title to reign champion, and solidify our stature in the heavens.

And if anyone dares to interfere, you shall become enslaved by Hades' Curse...

The camera fades back on, and we see Socrates stood up, as he puts his arms out in the heavy wind... and the camera immediately switches to black.

#ASCEND
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The camera fades in to Socrates, who is in a full white, traditional gown, sat on the edge of a cliff. It's quite windy and Socrates hair flows with the breeze.

So it commences.

Steve Davids has done the usual. Speaking for a pathetically long time trying to deduct every sentence that was released from my tongue to mere ashes. Well, Steve Davids, you've failed, because I think you forgot about the big, bold point I tried to get across:

Quote:I do not care.
He laughs.

Such a pretender you are.

Your words, they do not flow.

You talk and you talk and you talk and you talk...

...And you drag and you drag and you drag and you drag.

It's just not good enough Steve Davids.

And in the end, this pyramid in which I stand, I rise even higher so I can look down upon you and laugh.

Socrates is not a God, he is a philosopher, the wisest man to ever walk this Earth.

I know this championship is prestigious; I know these opportunities are rare.

But I, am just fine...

He laughs.

It's just not good enough Steve Davids.

Socrates™ enables a new path to enlightenment, so Steve Davids, if you ever get bored of hearing your own voice, because I can assure you will, just hold on to me.

Follow my voice. You shall become shrouded in a mist that I am eternally covered in.

The darkness shall make way for the stronger, denser Socraterian might, in which I create with my presence.

Socrates takes a huge breath in.

Because, do you know something?

It's just not good enough Steve Davids.

Sarcasm: the lowest form of comedy.

Well, I guess it makes sense, because you are the lowest form.

The lowest type of human, the one who must dig so deep just to try and make a funny joke.

And then Mr Davids digs himself MUCH TOO FAR and ends up just a little worm at the bottom...

It's just not good enough Steve Davids.

Be prepared, for you are about to meet with someone you wish to be.

He smirks.

As aforementioned; Jealousy is a demon.

So how dare you insult me?

Do not mock what you cannot see.

You need to try harder next time...

It's just not good enough Steve Davids.

You think that I am nothing, and that Gator is nothing. Well I know that you are nothing.

I am clearly correct by the way you crassly reacted, involving calling me a , how mature of you.

He begins to laugh for a longer, more dragged out length of time.

You do not get it, do you Steve Davids?

I mentioned it before, and the great people agreed.

I have an ally in that ring, and until you are destroyed, our blood pact shall forever curse you, as your smug face and your smack talk mean...

Nothing.

He closes his eyes.

Just, nothing.

A past memory. A recollection you wish you could get rid of.

Because, Steve Davids:

It's just not good enough.

The camera fades to black as a deep voice appears in the background:

Now suffice between the might that rises further each today. Your demise is inevitable. Be prepared. And to you Gator, continue to believe, and you shall ascend with me to the top as one of us takes the Television Title to reign champion, and solidify our stature in the heavens.

And if anyone dares to interfere, you shall become enslaved by Hades' Curse...

The camera fades back on, and we see Socrates stood up, as he puts his arms out in the heavy wind... and the camera immediately switches to black.

#ASCEND
]]> <![CDATA[The Path is Straight]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14516 Wed, 20 Aug 2014 15:11:34 -0700 Great Buzzard Eli James IV]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14516 Eli is walking down a dark hallway with several torches placed on the wall lighting the path. It's cold and quiet. The torches are placed far enough to where you are able to see for a moment Eli's face, and then it's pitch blank for the same amount of time.

There's no way to see what's behind or in front of you, unless you had a flashlight. As Eli walks by an area... a disgruntled and raspy voice is heard...

"OBEY! OBEY!"

Mixed with the sound of chains hitting a stone floor.

"Ignore that."

We follow him to a very large room that is dim, but lit. In a brighter light than the rest, but still not 100%, is Eli's rocking chair.

"Heh, don't be cared, man. Have a seat. You wanted to me to talk about my match, so here we are."

The camera man moves to the right and left, but Eli grabs the camera near his face,

"Keep your path straight, or you'll be mislead. Hehehe."

Eli sits in his rocking chair and begins to rock.

"Thank you, um, for having us here, Eli. So, um.."

"Hey, man.

How do you know if something is sour? You taste it. What about the person who has no taste buds left? How would they know what's sweet, or sour? They cannot feel the taste. They cannot see the taste. There are things in life that when one sense dies, so is that object. It can no longer be experienced, but only explained.

Now, you're in the hands of someone else's belief. You can no longer be an accurate judge anymore. You are told that this piece of fruit is sweet, and this fruit is sour. Maybe they fake a sour look so they fit in... maybe not. Their experience is now conformed to someone else's take.

Funny. The world you live in, and I say you because I'm in many worlds.. I exist in many places.. I say you because you are finite. You have an eternity that follows but you're not eternal without a beginning. I say you... because it is you who conform to the pattern of your peers. You forsake it all to fit in. Or you forsake it all to rebel, and by rebel you still fit.. in.. with a crowd. There's no original. You are a copy of someone else's belief.. someone else's dream..

So you have to take a step back and find out who you're following. Who is your leader?

Ya see.. you all follow someone that makes sense to you. And they make sense to you because you have a sense that isn't working. Your taste buds have ceased, and therefore, someone comes along to tell you how things taste.. heh.. and you go with it.

This isn't just about Morbid Angel. It's about everyone of you, Morbid included.

You flock to someone else's light bulb. When someone comes along and tells ya the red apple isn't sour.. you scream bloody murder and put up your picket fence.. armed and ready to fire.

You are so weak minded.

Then comes a man where all his senses are in tact and tells you what's sour.. what's sweet.. and you cry wolf.

You wait.. and wait.. for the next SAVIOR to come rescue you.

When I was with the Congregation... so many of you hated us. You fought against us. You wanted us gone. Only a select actually tried to back their words, but ya did the smart thing and watched. You watched them all fall... one.. by.. one.

And then you waited again.

And so the circle was invented. Round and round the game was played...

Over and over my message was told... and you all listened.

It caused a division among the entire company...

Morbid chose my side. It doesn't matter why he chose it, because sometimes people hate to admit the truth. We've all heard the truth about Morbid and we've all heard the lies he loves to wrap himself in.

Ya know whose message is still standing? Mine.

My team was defeated, but not the message.

I've been defeated, but not the message.

No matter how much concrete is plastered all over the Earth... there will always be trees that survive.. because you need them. It doesn't matter what lies you tell each other, or who you follow... because in the end... it's the message that shall bring life to those who remain.

I've said that my message will cause division, and it happened.

I said people will betray me, and they did.

I've spoken countless times where my value and purpose lie, and it remains.

It doesn't matter how many times you close your eyes.. the fire will always make a room bright.

Morbid Angel. You cannot tell anyone I didn't warn you. I did. I really did. I tried to open your eyes to the truth but you've been too stubborn to accept. You're a closed minded fool that is going to reap the harvest you never wanted.

Understand that people do call me crazy. I've accepted that. I even can see why they call me that. If I were them and in their shoes, I'd probably do the same thing. But when people sit there and call me a liar without any sort of truth behind it... that makes me wonder why I show you grace.

Ya see Morbid, like I stated before in our little exchange... I called you out on your lies. You have very few facts right, and I made that pretty clear. But to call me a liar and you yourself are full of lies.. is not just a foolish act.. but it's outright... human of ya. That's what I've been tryin' to say, Morbid. You are no different than the weak kid who's scared to tell his parents he cheated on his test.. or the man who fucked another woman because his wife refused to do his laundry.. or the one who takes every penny they make and gambles it for a fortune they'll never win. It's emptiness.

You are reaching for an unattainable goal.. an invisible world that does not exist except.. in your mind. It was put there by your leader... the same one that told you shit tasted like a coconut and a coconut off a tree tasted like shit.

This... this is the great and mighty world in which you live.. and it's sick. It's been sick for a long.. long time. You don't even realize it.

A female doesn't know what a male thinks first hand, nor does a male know what a female thinks first hand. So don't try to understand what I think about.. what I preach.. or who I am. You can't understand it, and the more ya try.. the more you are left sitting in a pool of your own stupidity.

I can already sense it now. The words you're gonna say to me. The child like manor that is the great Morbid Angel.. "you called yourself a female because I'm a male." I hope you've smartened up since the last time you decided to open your mouth against me and fly us away to your Neverland.

There once was a man who was afraid that his wife was losing her hearing. He decided to test and see if it were true. After preparing a meal for the family, she walked in the living room to watch some television while she waited for it to cook. Her husband stood in the kitchen and asked in a normal tone, "What's for dinner?" She continued to watch the television. He thought maybe it was too loud. He walked a little bit closer and asked again, "What's for dinner?" Again, nothing. She didn't even turn around. This time he stood ten feet away from her and asked in a gentle whisper, "What's for dinner?" She turned around and yelled, "Steak! For the third time!"

People think I'm the liar, but if you would listen.. you'd see I've never lied about anything. I'm a truth teller. Just like the man thought his wife had the hearing problem.. he would never have thought it was him. Why? He thought he was perfect. He couldn't have hearing issues.. and then he'd insert an excuse or reason to why he THINKS... that.

He believed what Morbid believed. He believed his hearing was fine and his wife's wasn't.. so it must be true. That is.. until he did tests and he realized he was pointing the finger in the wrong direction.

I get it, man. You don't want to admit you're a liar. You want to impress everyone and continue you reign as the unstoppable dark lord. To be honest, I think if you were shut in a dark room you'd probably be begging to be let out. That is an assumption... ya see what I did there, Morbid? I didn't say it was a fact you would.. I say I would think that based on the evidence that's presented itself.

I would tell you to listen, but your broken sense could be hearing. If you can listen, then I say.. listen.. listen real close... while people.. the weak and the finite.. the ones who betray over a silver dollar or color of skin.. while those people cheer you on.. and follow your claims... listen... to the Universe that declares the praises to Eli James.

Listen to the chorus sung by the stars in the sky.

Listen to the instruments that every planet plays.

Watch how nature lifts its head.

A strong wind kills millions.. and yet its the millions who believe in your hype and the wind that testifies of mine. Tell me, Morbid.. are you willing to go down this path and set yourself as the great dark Morbid Angel who never loses? Or will you surrender that will to the one who is above you.. and can destroy your name.. not forever.. heh.. but for eternity.

Every angel flies...

Not every angel stays in the skies...

Every human breathes....

Will these be your lies cries?

See ya soon. Hehehe."

Eli gets up while laughing and places his hand to cover the camera screen, and it cuts off.]]> Eli is walking down a dark hallway with several torches placed on the wall lighting the path. It's cold and quiet. The torches are placed far enough to where you are able to see for a moment Eli's face, and then it's pitch blank for the same amount of time.

There's no way to see what's behind or in front of you, unless you had a flashlight. As Eli walks by an area... a disgruntled and raspy voice is heard...

"OBEY! OBEY!"

Mixed with the sound of chains hitting a stone floor.

"Ignore that."

We follow him to a very large room that is dim, but lit. In a brighter light than the rest, but still not 100%, is Eli's rocking chair.

"Heh, don't be cared, man. Have a seat. You wanted to me to talk about my match, so here we are."

The camera man moves to the right and left, but Eli grabs the camera near his face,

"Keep your path straight, or you'll be mislead. Hehehe."

Eli sits in his rocking chair and begins to rock.

"Thank you, um, for having us here, Eli. So, um.."

"Hey, man.

How do you know if something is sour? You taste it. What about the person who has no taste buds left? How would they know what's sweet, or sour? They cannot feel the taste. They cannot see the taste. There are things in life that when one sense dies, so is that object. It can no longer be experienced, but only explained.

Now, you're in the hands of someone else's belief. You can no longer be an accurate judge anymore. You are told that this piece of fruit is sweet, and this fruit is sour. Maybe they fake a sour look so they fit in... maybe not. Their experience is now conformed to someone else's take.

Funny. The world you live in, and I say you because I'm in many worlds.. I exist in many places.. I say you because you are finite. You have an eternity that follows but you're not eternal without a beginning. I say you... because it is you who conform to the pattern of your peers. You forsake it all to fit in. Or you forsake it all to rebel, and by rebel you still fit.. in.. with a crowd. There's no original. You are a copy of someone else's belief.. someone else's dream..

So you have to take a step back and find out who you're following. Who is your leader?

Ya see.. you all follow someone that makes sense to you. And they make sense to you because you have a sense that isn't working. Your taste buds have ceased, and therefore, someone comes along to tell you how things taste.. heh.. and you go with it.

This isn't just about Morbid Angel. It's about everyone of you, Morbid included.

You flock to someone else's light bulb. When someone comes along and tells ya the red apple isn't sour.. you scream bloody murder and put up your picket fence.. armed and ready to fire.

You are so weak minded.

Then comes a man where all his senses are in tact and tells you what's sour.. what's sweet.. and you cry wolf.

You wait.. and wait.. for the next SAVIOR to come rescue you.

When I was with the Congregation... so many of you hated us. You fought against us. You wanted us gone. Only a select actually tried to back their words, but ya did the smart thing and watched. You watched them all fall... one.. by.. one.

And then you waited again.

And so the circle was invented. Round and round the game was played...

Over and over my message was told... and you all listened.

It caused a division among the entire company...

Morbid chose my side. It doesn't matter why he chose it, because sometimes people hate to admit the truth. We've all heard the truth about Morbid and we've all heard the lies he loves to wrap himself in.

Ya know whose message is still standing? Mine.

My team was defeated, but not the message.

I've been defeated, but not the message.

No matter how much concrete is plastered all over the Earth... there will always be trees that survive.. because you need them. It doesn't matter what lies you tell each other, or who you follow... because in the end... it's the message that shall bring life to those who remain.

I've said that my message will cause division, and it happened.

I said people will betray me, and they did.

I've spoken countless times where my value and purpose lie, and it remains.

It doesn't matter how many times you close your eyes.. the fire will always make a room bright.

Morbid Angel. You cannot tell anyone I didn't warn you. I did. I really did. I tried to open your eyes to the truth but you've been too stubborn to accept. You're a closed minded fool that is going to reap the harvest you never wanted.

Understand that people do call me crazy. I've accepted that. I even can see why they call me that. If I were them and in their shoes, I'd probably do the same thing. But when people sit there and call me a liar without any sort of truth behind it... that makes me wonder why I show you grace.

Ya see Morbid, like I stated before in our little exchange... I called you out on your lies. You have very few facts right, and I made that pretty clear. But to call me a liar and you yourself are full of lies.. is not just a foolish act.. but it's outright... human of ya. That's what I've been tryin' to say, Morbid. You are no different than the weak kid who's scared to tell his parents he cheated on his test.. or the man who fucked another woman because his wife refused to do his laundry.. or the one who takes every penny they make and gambles it for a fortune they'll never win. It's emptiness.

You are reaching for an unattainable goal.. an invisible world that does not exist except.. in your mind. It was put there by your leader... the same one that told you shit tasted like a coconut and a coconut off a tree tasted like shit.

This... this is the great and mighty world in which you live.. and it's sick. It's been sick for a long.. long time. You don't even realize it.

A female doesn't know what a male thinks first hand, nor does a male know what a female thinks first hand. So don't try to understand what I think about.. what I preach.. or who I am. You can't understand it, and the more ya try.. the more you are left sitting in a pool of your own stupidity.

I can already sense it now. The words you're gonna say to me. The child like manor that is the great Morbid Angel.. "you called yourself a female because I'm a male." I hope you've smartened up since the last time you decided to open your mouth against me and fly us away to your Neverland.

There once was a man who was afraid that his wife was losing her hearing. He decided to test and see if it were true. After preparing a meal for the family, she walked in the living room to watch some television while she waited for it to cook. Her husband stood in the kitchen and asked in a normal tone, "What's for dinner?" She continued to watch the television. He thought maybe it was too loud. He walked a little bit closer and asked again, "What's for dinner?" Again, nothing. She didn't even turn around. This time he stood ten feet away from her and asked in a gentle whisper, "What's for dinner?" She turned around and yelled, "Steak! For the third time!"

People think I'm the liar, but if you would listen.. you'd see I've never lied about anything. I'm a truth teller. Just like the man thought his wife had the hearing problem.. he would never have thought it was him. Why? He thought he was perfect. He couldn't have hearing issues.. and then he'd insert an excuse or reason to why he THINKS... that.

He believed what Morbid believed. He believed his hearing was fine and his wife's wasn't.. so it must be true. That is.. until he did tests and he realized he was pointing the finger in the wrong direction.

I get it, man. You don't want to admit you're a liar. You want to impress everyone and continue you reign as the unstoppable dark lord. To be honest, I think if you were shut in a dark room you'd probably be begging to be let out. That is an assumption... ya see what I did there, Morbid? I didn't say it was a fact you would.. I say I would think that based on the evidence that's presented itself.

I would tell you to listen, but your broken sense could be hearing. If you can listen, then I say.. listen.. listen real close... while people.. the weak and the finite.. the ones who betray over a silver dollar or color of skin.. while those people cheer you on.. and follow your claims... listen... to the Universe that declares the praises to Eli James.

Listen to the chorus sung by the stars in the sky.

Listen to the instruments that every planet plays.

Watch how nature lifts its head.

A strong wind kills millions.. and yet its the millions who believe in your hype and the wind that testifies of mine. Tell me, Morbid.. are you willing to go down this path and set yourself as the great dark Morbid Angel who never loses? Or will you surrender that will to the one who is above you.. and can destroy your name.. not forever.. heh.. but for eternity.

Every angel flies...

Not every angel stays in the skies...

Every human breathes....

Will these be your lies cries?

See ya soon. Hehehe."

Eli gets up while laughing and places his hand to cover the camera screen, and it cuts off.]]> <![CDATA[Beauty In Everything // Five]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14505 Wed, 20 Aug 2014 10:31:39 -0700 Great Buzzard Eli James IV]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14505
I'm not exactly sure what came across my mind when I heard Ocean call out my name. Dead people don't talk.. do they? Regardless, I heard her voice and so I looked around.

Late in the evening when most people are sound asleep, Eli was searching for his dead wife. He thought he heard her say his name and it made him perk up instantly. It's hard to tell someone they heard someone else call their name when they seem to know the person's voice so well. Plus Eli was alone when he heard it, so he could be going a bit crazy due to the drugs he's been taking.

He searched everywhere in a mile radius of his home and found no clue hinting she was alive. He was a bit disappointed. Eli started to break down a little bit and tear up. Face down to the ground he fell weeping.

"Why are you crying?"

Eli didn't recognize this voice, but knew he heard someone talking to him. He stopped his weeping episode and wasn't sure who was talking to him. As he was about to get up from the ground and see who it was, they said,

"Stay. My face is not to be seen. I have been sent by someone very special to talk to you, Eli. In order for this conversation to happen, you must keep your eyes buried in the grass. Understood?"

"What happens if I look?"

"Then you will not see anything, nor will you hear my voice again. I will only be a short-term memory in your head. You will never hear my voice again and you will go mad. This is not an assumption, but this is a fact. Do not test me."

"You know my name, but do ya know who I am? I could destroy you."

"In one sense, you could destroy me. Those details are not meant to be revealed right now. If you destroy me, then you kill the revelation that I will give you."

"I'm not..."

"Eli, I know more about you than you know about yourself. Now is not the time to wonder who I am, because that's not important. It's not what I've come to you, Eli. We've been waiting for instructions on when to visit you. The time is now."

"Instructions? From who? Who sent you?"

"Eli, you have heard many things spoke to you by many different people. It was no accident. You ignored much, and listened little. Some of the very words presented to your ears have been lost in translation and hidden away deep in the dark corners of the mind. I am going to fix that."

"What should I call you?"

"Call me the Ghost of Easter Rising."

"Heh. Strange name."

"Only to those who do not understand, but give it time, Eli. You will understand my name, my purpose, and the reason for this meeting. I am going to touch your shoulder, and you will go into a deep trance. You will then return here and remember everything."

"What?"

Ghost of Easter Rising lightly touches Eli on the shoulder and he passes out, just like the Ghost said would happen.


....................................


A young Eli, age nine, had been getting into a little bit of trouble here and there. He was initiating fights, and some never involved him. He would spread little seeds or rumors about people and easily pushed for fights to take place.

The Vice Principal of the school Eli was attending was on his way to inform Eli that his Aunt Jane was dying, and his parents were on their way to get him. She saw no one was in class, and began to search for the students. She heard a loud noise coming from the playground area, and there they were, surrounding two kids fighting. She broke up the fight and informed Eli about what was happening, so he left. The teacher was later fired for not showing up to teach.

They were able to make to Aunt Jane before she had passed away. She was struggling for a breath, but perked up a bit when she heard Eli's voice.

"Aunt Jane? It's Eli."

She said grasping for another breath, "Eli?"

"Yeah."

"Come closer. I.... I need to tell you something."

Eli looked at both of his parents, and they nodded that it was okay for him to go to her. He walked up to her and she could barely open her eyes to make sure it was him. Her strength gave her just enough to present a half of a smile to him, and she used her fingers to wave him to come closer. He did, and she whispered in his ear,

"You are special. You are unique. You'll lead many to life, and others to death. Choose your paths right, and all will be okay."

Aunt Jane touched Eli's cheek and passed away.


....................................


People are praising God in a church service. Eli is sitting in his pew playing with his Voltron action figures. During the singing of a few songs, a elderly lady, who has been a cornerstone in the church, walks up to Eli and sits beside him.

"Whatcha playin' with Eli?"

"Voltron."

"You mind if I sit here?"

"No, Miss Hunt."

"Ya know, I was prayin' the other night and saw ya. I think the Lord was tryin' to tell me somethin'. So I started to pray harder, so the Lord would reveal it to me. Ya know what? He did. Do ya know what he told me?"

"I'm not sure I care all that much."

"Not yet, but one day you will. Easter will mean more to you than it does to us."

"Huh?"

"You was doin' some bad things, Eli. Bad things. You was layin' in the ground somewhere, and come to think of it, I barely recognized ya. You looked different. I saw a sign that said Easter. It would be a point in time yer life would be changed."

"Cool. Whatever."

....................................


One day, on one of Eli's many trips to the cities outside his small town, he decided he wanted a little break from everything. He didn't want to go back home, nor did he want to hang around the big city life. He decided to take himself to the beach around 5:00 A.M. when no one would probably be around.

He sat in the sand near the edge of where the water comes up and looks out... mesmerized by the sun slowly coming up. He is in a trance of sorts by the scene he's seeing.

"Not sure if you're real or not anymore. I guess it doesn't really matter. I'm my own man and making it on my own, but if ya are real like pops said, then you're one hell of an artist. The sunset is great, but the ocean is breath taking. It's like the ocean is speaking to me. Beauty in everything....."

The water comes to hit Eli's legs.


....................................


Back in the yard where Eli lies face first... He wakes up speaking the name "Ocean... Ocean... Ocean... OCEAN!" He's completely alert and sits up, but stil not looking behind him.

"Ya still there, Ghost?"

"Those are just a few messages you will remember. Give it time, Eli, and the rest will come like a flood. Little by little you will find out who you are, Eli. You will see who I am. It will all make sense."

"The last memory I had before I woke up was..."

"You sitting at a beach telling the Lord how great of an artist he was. Yes, I know. Beauty in everything. Everything, Eli, is talking but you just have to listen."

"Ocean? The ocean was beautiful, but it made me think of my wife. I wish she were still here."

"You wish she were still here? What do you mean, Eli?"

"She died."

"How?"

"Poisoned."

"That's odd."

In the far off distance,

"EEEEEEEE.... Liiiiiii."

"Ghost?"

No response. All Eli hears is the familiar voice yelling for his name.

"I'm gonna turn around. If you're there, warn me not to."

Eli hesitates for a second, and decides to turn around since there was no response. There's nothing there. Eli turns back around and see's Ocean running towards him in a night gown.

"Eli! Where have you been?"

She gets down with him and they hug. He looks confused.]]>
I'm not exactly sure what came across my mind when I heard Ocean call out my name. Dead people don't talk.. do they? Regardless, I heard her voice and so I looked around.

Late in the evening when most people are sound asleep, Eli was searching for his dead wife. He thought he heard her say his name and it made him perk up instantly. It's hard to tell someone they heard someone else call their name when they seem to know the person's voice so well. Plus Eli was alone when he heard it, so he could be going a bit crazy due to the drugs he's been taking.

He searched everywhere in a mile radius of his home and found no clue hinting she was alive. He was a bit disappointed. Eli started to break down a little bit and tear up. Face down to the ground he fell weeping.

"Why are you crying?"

Eli didn't recognize this voice, but knew he heard someone talking to him. He stopped his weeping episode and wasn't sure who was talking to him. As he was about to get up from the ground and see who it was, they said,

"Stay. My face is not to be seen. I have been sent by someone very special to talk to you, Eli. In order for this conversation to happen, you must keep your eyes buried in the grass. Understood?"

"What happens if I look?"

"Then you will not see anything, nor will you hear my voice again. I will only be a short-term memory in your head. You will never hear my voice again and you will go mad. This is not an assumption, but this is a fact. Do not test me."

"You know my name, but do ya know who I am? I could destroy you."

"In one sense, you could destroy me. Those details are not meant to be revealed right now. If you destroy me, then you kill the revelation that I will give you."

"I'm not..."

"Eli, I know more about you than you know about yourself. Now is not the time to wonder who I am, because that's not important. It's not what I've come to you, Eli. We've been waiting for instructions on when to visit you. The time is now."

"Instructions? From who? Who sent you?"

"Eli, you have heard many things spoke to you by many different people. It was no accident. You ignored much, and listened little. Some of the very words presented to your ears have been lost in translation and hidden away deep in the dark corners of the mind. I am going to fix that."

"What should I call you?"

"Call me the Ghost of Easter Rising."

"Heh. Strange name."

"Only to those who do not understand, but give it time, Eli. You will understand my name, my purpose, and the reason for this meeting. I am going to touch your shoulder, and you will go into a deep trance. You will then return here and remember everything."

"What?"

Ghost of Easter Rising lightly touches Eli on the shoulder and he passes out, just like the Ghost said would happen.


....................................


A young Eli, age nine, had been getting into a little bit of trouble here and there. He was initiating fights, and some never involved him. He would spread little seeds or rumors about people and easily pushed for fights to take place.

The Vice Principal of the school Eli was attending was on his way to inform Eli that his Aunt Jane was dying, and his parents were on their way to get him. She saw no one was in class, and began to search for the students. She heard a loud noise coming from the playground area, and there they were, surrounding two kids fighting. She broke up the fight and informed Eli about what was happening, so he left. The teacher was later fired for not showing up to teach.

They were able to make to Aunt Jane before she had passed away. She was struggling for a breath, but perked up a bit when she heard Eli's voice.

"Aunt Jane? It's Eli."

She said grasping for another breath, "Eli?"

"Yeah."

"Come closer. I.... I need to tell you something."

Eli looked at both of his parents, and they nodded that it was okay for him to go to her. He walked up to her and she could barely open her eyes to make sure it was him. Her strength gave her just enough to present a half of a smile to him, and she used her fingers to wave him to come closer. He did, and she whispered in his ear,

"You are special. You are unique. You'll lead many to life, and others to death. Choose your paths right, and all will be okay."

Aunt Jane touched Eli's cheek and passed away.


....................................


People are praising God in a church service. Eli is sitting in his pew playing with his Voltron action figures. During the singing of a few songs, a elderly lady, who has been a cornerstone in the church, walks up to Eli and sits beside him.

"Whatcha playin' with Eli?"

"Voltron."

"You mind if I sit here?"

"No, Miss Hunt."

"Ya know, I was prayin' the other night and saw ya. I think the Lord was tryin' to tell me somethin'. So I started to pray harder, so the Lord would reveal it to me. Ya know what? He did. Do ya know what he told me?"

"I'm not sure I care all that much."

"Not yet, but one day you will. Easter will mean more to you than it does to us."

"Huh?"

"You was doin' some bad things, Eli. Bad things. You was layin' in the ground somewhere, and come to think of it, I barely recognized ya. You looked different. I saw a sign that said Easter. It would be a point in time yer life would be changed."

"Cool. Whatever."

....................................


One day, on one of Eli's many trips to the cities outside his small town, he decided he wanted a little break from everything. He didn't want to go back home, nor did he want to hang around the big city life. He decided to take himself to the beach around 5:00 A.M. when no one would probably be around.

He sat in the sand near the edge of where the water comes up and looks out... mesmerized by the sun slowly coming up. He is in a trance of sorts by the scene he's seeing.

"Not sure if you're real or not anymore. I guess it doesn't really matter. I'm my own man and making it on my own, but if ya are real like pops said, then you're one hell of an artist. The sunset is great, but the ocean is breath taking. It's like the ocean is speaking to me. Beauty in everything....."

The water comes to hit Eli's legs.


....................................


Back in the yard where Eli lies face first... He wakes up speaking the name "Ocean... Ocean... Ocean... OCEAN!" He's completely alert and sits up, but stil not looking behind him.

"Ya still there, Ghost?"

"Those are just a few messages you will remember. Give it time, Eli, and the rest will come like a flood. Little by little you will find out who you are, Eli. You will see who I am. It will all make sense."

"The last memory I had before I woke up was..."

"You sitting at a beach telling the Lord how great of an artist he was. Yes, I know. Beauty in everything. Everything, Eli, is talking but you just have to listen."

"Ocean? The ocean was beautiful, but it made me think of my wife. I wish she were still here."

"You wish she were still here? What do you mean, Eli?"

"She died."

"How?"

"Poisoned."

"That's odd."

In the far off distance,

"EEEEEEEE.... Liiiiiii."

"Ghost?"

No response. All Eli hears is the familiar voice yelling for his name.

"I'm gonna turn around. If you're there, warn me not to."

Eli hesitates for a second, and decides to turn around since there was no response. There's nothing there. Eli turns back around and see's Ocean running towards him in a night gown.

"Eli! Where have you been?"

She gets down with him and they hug. He looks confused.]]> <![CDATA[At the Movies]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14498 Wed, 20 Aug 2014 04:15:12 -0700 Gator]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14498
“Oh hello! I didn’t see you there, well I guess I should introduce myself, I am Gator!”

T: “And I am Todd Moschitti.”

“Wait.”

*Gator and Todd look at each other*

“You’re last name is Moreshitty? Pffft HAhahaha!!!”

*Gator holds his stomach in a laughing fit*

T: “It’s Moschitti actually...”

*Gator’s laughter dies down as he wipes a tear from his eye*

T: “We’ve known each other for over a month and you never knew my last name.”

“I never cared before. Hahahaha... Sorry, I’m sorry.*sigh* Okay, back on track.”

*Gator and Todd turn back to the camera*

“And welcome to.”

”Gator and Todd review!” T: “...Gator and Todd review!”

*Gator leans into Todd’s ear*

“Try and say it in time Todd.”

T: “Sorry.”

“No problem. Just don’t let it happen again.”

*Back to facing the camera. Like professionals*

“On today’s episode, we will be reviewing one of Steve Davids’ promos and what he’s been up to since his title win. Now Davey, don’t think that just because we’re watching your stuff on a big screen, don’t think that you’re a movie star now. Turns out you can rent out an entire room at Silver Cinema for 200 bucks, which is literally nothing to me... Oh, yeah I almost forgot. Come to Silver Cinemas, we promise that there won’t be someone jacking off within 10 feet of you! That’s Silver Cinemas! A no masturbation zone since the Pee Wee Herman incident!”

“Okay Jose, roll the film!”

*The pair sit back as light hits their faces from the screen, quiet music begins to play*


T: “Wait. I don’t remember this being in his promo.”

“Yeah, I asked Jose to add it in, thought it might add more atmosphere. It’s more original than the Saw music he used.”

*The pair sit watching, Todd chewing on popcorn*

“Funny how a cameraman conveniently followed him from Enigma’s place.”

Quote: “Now you see Gator, I have a lot to say about your promo, so get yourself a cup of tea because I have some home truths for you. You’re looking to kick some ass? You’re looking to win a title? You don’t want a war though? Well then, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong match boy. Once you step in that squared circle with the Psycho Sensation, war is fucking inevitable. Oh and look at you and Socrates...FRIENDS!”

“Did he just make an Inbetweeners reference? The fuck!? Oh, and we’ll get to the war reference in a minute.”

Quote: “No. The fact of the matter is once you get in that ring he will screw you over equally as fast as you would him. There’s no alliances in a triple threat match, not ones that last anyway because when you both realise that there is no chance in hell that you can pin me, you’ll go straight after each other. Just like war, that much is inevitable. You shouldn’t worry about moving on after everything is said and done Gator because it might not get to a point where you can move on. You see you two can be as friendly to each other as you like, it really does not concern me, but know this… I do not plan on making any friends this Sunday… I plan on sending you into oblivion,”

“Nah man, Socrates and I are friends; real friends. You see Davids, you’re basically walking into a handicap match on Sunday. We have both agreed to take you out and after that may the best man win. We know the deal. And the deal is to destroy you and play rock, paper, scissors to see who gets to pin you. More or less. I know what you’re trying to do, make me and Socrates grab at each other’s throats while you sit back and pick off who ever goes down first. Not going to work, sorry. You’re not as smart as you think Steven.”

Quote: “Now Gator, here, we have a problem. I am not sure if it’s merely your lack of research that has let you down, or maybe it’s your stupidity? Or maybe even your ignorance? I am not quite sure which one of these faults it is but allow me to correct you. There are no shady dealings between The Brotherhood and I. In case you hadn’t noticed, I really didn’t have much choice in regards to whether I was in their dungeon trapped in chair or not because I was kidnapped last Monday. Am I worried about losing my title at Relentless? Slightly. I fear that one of you may cost me my championship by laying down for the other seeing as you two are so friendly. What have you guys been up to today? Pushing each other on the swing? Why would I help the Brotherhood? Why would I help them win the trios match? I am a member of the Heyman Alliance, a group that currently rivals said Brotherhood. Yes I used to be a member, but that was a long time ago now and things have changed. I have changed, and I have outgrown Sebastian Duke. You have an inkling that you’re right, well you’re thick as fucking pig shit then because you couldn’t be any further from correct. For future reference, Gator, I suggest that you do not jump to conclusions until you have done your homework properly. This has left me feeling pretty happy though, because it just shows your lack of preparation for such an important match,”


“Now Davids, I did go a little lazy on my research, I admit that. If I didn’t hand the job to a certain somebody!”

*Gator stares at Todd, before turning back to the screen*

”I would of gotten my facts straight, however the fact of the matter is, you’re not a very interesting man. But, here’s what I got. You were part of The Brotherhood. That much is true, I saw you sucking Enigma’s dick and assumed the worst. I’m not taking this match seriously? Like I said, only half seriously. I want that title, I’m serious about that. But I’m not going to even imagine you as a threat.”

*Gator sips from a large Pepsi beside him*

Quote: “I am a little confused here Gator. Again, I think you are missing something. How could I possibly have attacked Mastermind after your match with him? I have been stuck in a chair for a week in case you hadn't noticed. Sure, my entrance theme bellowed out from the booming speakers but did you see me at all that night? No, because I wasn't there. I like that you jump to conclusions Gator, because it seems to me that’s the only preparation you have been doing. Rather than jumping to conclusions and running your mouth in the build up to our match perhaps you should be jumping hurdles and running laps so you can work on that athleticism of yours. You’re going to need all the training you can get after all,”

“Okay, hold up a second. So you’re not the one who attacked Mazzy? But someone basically frames you for attacking Mastermind, uses your theme and you’re just cool with that? Am I really jumping to conclusions when all the signs point to you taking down Mazzy. No! Every single person in that arena thought you were the one who attacked him. So go fuck yourself if you think I’m jumping the gun, seeing as everyone thought you did it. I didn’t know you were Enigma’s prisoner for so long, sorry man. Didn’t realise you were that easy to knock out and tie up.”

Quote: “Don’t worry Gator, you’re not the only one that’s confused as to why this is a triple threat match. We don’t know why there’s any point of putting you in this match either, I mean really? Does anyone really think that you have a chance of winning? I highly doubt it. I am sure Socrates thinks there’s a good chance of you winning seeing as you’re both buddied up with each other,”


“Guess what man; obviously there is a damn good chance of me winning this, seeing as I was placed into this match by the GMs, I’ve showed that I have the talent to take you down without even having a number one contendership match like Socrates. I think that speaks pretty well for me. Hell, Heyman probably wanted me in this match so he could fire your ass after you lose and replace you with someone fresh and more talented.”

Quote: “No one knows that I am connected with the Brotherhood because I’m not you stupid cunt. How fucking dumb are you? I have to keep saying it because you continue to make the same mistake! I am fighting AGAINST the FUCKING BROTHERHOOD, what do you not understand? I am a part of the Heyman Alliance you daft twat. You are right in one thing though, it’s not going to end well. It’s going to end with me hitting you with a ‘Game Over’ and pinning you 1...2…3 so no it won’t end well for you,”


“But you are you stupid cunt! Listen Stevie, I’m going to spell this out real fucking slow so you can understand me. Connected with, and part of, are different things. If I said you worked for The Brotherhood, then I’ll be wrong. But I said you’re connected with them. Which you are you dense fuck! You are connected with them because you used to be with them! How fucking stupid can you possibly be. Here let me give you an example so you can actually follow. Todd is part of the XWF, he is a cameraman who works for them. When he inevitably gets fired-“

T: “What!?”

“He will still be connected with them because he used to be part of the company! Connections! Lines leading from a person to what’s he or she has been involved in. That was the point I was trying to make. Do you understand now Steve? Do you!? I fucking hope so, I really don’t want to have this conversation again. Oh, nice name for your finisher by the way.”

*Steve Davids begins to talk about Socrates. Gator waves his hand in the air*

“Okay Jose you can stop there! Socrates can take care of himself.”

*The light of the screen fades into nothingness, the lights on the theatre walls brighten up slightly*

*Gator and Todd stand to their feet and sarcastically clap, Gator whistles. The pair sit back down*

“Todd what did you think of tonight’s feature?”

*Todd puts both thumbs down and makes a fart noise*

“I agree. Now, Davie, I know you put out a new promo, but unfortunately Jose doesn’t have the footage. So I’ll try and just remember what fell out of your mouth. A dumb cunt with down syndrome... Fuck man, I thought you were a wrestler not some thirteen year old on youtube. That’s all you got? This is the standard of insults I can expect from the current Television Champ? Haha, you’re going to have to try a lot harder dude. Also I love how you talk shit about me visiting Socrates and immediately go on a date at KFC with Tommy Gunn, a man who shares the same name with the antagonist in Rocky 5, the worst Rocky. Shit Tommy, either you’re parents hate you or you’ve picked up a terrible fucking ring name. Sorry, I needed to say that, back to Enigma’s bitch, the one who photoshops out his blemishes on the XWF site, the psycho sensation, Steve Davids.”

“The original Brotherhood died with you and Duke, because you let it die. How can you keep a firm grip on a title when you let a team with such renown as The Brotherhood fall? You say Heyman is a great ally to have, he opens doors for you. That must be the difference between you and me. I open doors by myself, I do not answer to someone and I refuse to live a life of servitude, unlike you. A trained dog, used to living under someone with a bigger name. You were always under Duke, and you always will be. Now you’re under Heyman, fuck, you’re under Frodo. He’s the guy I actually accept as a threat in the Heyman Alliance. Shit, Frodo’s at the bottom of the ocean right now and I still consider him a bigger threat than you!”

“Oh, and just because you’re a hostage doesn’t mean you can’t think about what you’re going to say in your next promo! You’re meant to be a professional dammit! Act like one!”

*Todd chuckles*

“You see, I’m here with my friend Todd. And we can’t help but wonder just how full of shit you are. How you think you’re so fucking great, yet, most of your career you’ve been under someone’s thumb. It wouldn’t surprise me in the least if Paul takes that title away from you before our match and actually gives it to someone more qualified to do the job of defending it. But hey, thanks for enlightening me on the man who is Steve Davids, the stooge. Thanks for the brief history lesson, thanks for confirming that your trash talk is copy and pasted from 9gag. Thanks for being so easy to anger. Thanks for being a good dog. Thanks for whatever you’re going to do next, honestly Steve, I can’t wait...”

*Gator lights up a cigarette and lifts his head expelling smoke. He turns back to the camera*

“That’s all I can remember from your newest promo, it must have been rememberable as your match with Cain. Now my final thoughts on the film. Stevie, you’re basically a giant piece of shit. You took that TV title from Tony Santos, who was beaten by the rest of Heyman’s team and then you put a foot on him to get the cheap pin, and defended it once against Cain, thanks for correcting me on that by the way. But hey, beating Cain. That’s good... Beating some delusional guy who thinks he’s a demon, picking on the mentally handicapped guy, but that’s just the person you are, crawl out of the woodwork only to grab something you don’t deserve and go back into hiding under Heyman’s boot.”

“Now the war you want. Contradicting yourself a little when you say this is going to be war, and you end your promo with Game Over. Yes, I know it’s your big move or whatever, but I just find it a little funny. A war is not a game Davids. You can imagine yourself in a war if it makes you feel better, but I like the game analogy better. You see, you’re one of the henchmen in some shoot em’ up game. Just a faceless henchman, but you stand outside one of the bosses doors, and you wear a different shade of brown, but you’re still just an obstacle, an easy obstacle really. And come Sunday, I’m going to run down that hallway, jump over those barrels that Donkey Kong’s throwing and hit you with a Disaster Drop, and crush you into a million pixels. Then, Steve, it will be game over for you Haha.”

“It’s very funny really. I had my eye on the TV Title from day one, and lucky me. I was waiting for you to open your mouth, I’m happy you did. Because, instead of throwing away little sentences on you, I now can focus on you. Talk shit about you. Hahaha you actually think you have a chance of winning at Relentless!? I might win, but I may not. But one thing is for sure, you will not be a champion after Sunday. You want a war? Too fucking bad, you’re getting a fight. One hell of a fucking fight, you can be damn sure about that. I will hurt you, break you, and I will put that title on somebody who actually deserves it. Not some cowardly little bitch, who needs his boys to do his dirty work... Sunday night, I will tear you limb from limb!”

*The lights on the wall dim down, and the light of the screen hits the men’s faces*

“Sorry Steve, got to go. Me and Todd are going to watch something of actual worth, something which creativity out does your own. You didn't actually think I'd rent out a screen just to watch your promo did you? You're not worth 200 bucks man.”

T: “Oh, sweet! Are we watching Guardians of the Galaxy!?”

“We are!"

*Todd’s face lights up with a smile, and Gator turns to the screen*

“See you later Steve. Have a good night.”

*The footage fades to black*]]>
“Oh hello! I didn’t see you there, well I guess I should introduce myself, I am Gator!”

T: “And I am Todd Moschitti.”

“Wait.”

*Gator and Todd look at each other*

“You’re last name is Moreshitty? Pffft HAhahaha!!!”

*Gator holds his stomach in a laughing fit*

T: “It’s Moschitti actually...”

*Gator’s laughter dies down as he wipes a tear from his eye*

T: “We’ve known each other for over a month and you never knew my last name.”

“I never cared before. Hahahaha... Sorry, I’m sorry.*sigh* Okay, back on track.”

*Gator and Todd turn back to the camera*

“And welcome to.”

”Gator and Todd review!” T: “...Gator and Todd review!”

*Gator leans into Todd’s ear*

“Try and say it in time Todd.”

T: “Sorry.”

“No problem. Just don’t let it happen again.”

*Back to facing the camera. Like professionals*

“On today’s episode, we will be reviewing one of Steve Davids’ promos and what he’s been up to since his title win. Now Davey, don’t think that just because we’re watching your stuff on a big screen, don’t think that you’re a movie star now. Turns out you can rent out an entire room at Silver Cinema for 200 bucks, which is literally nothing to me... Oh, yeah I almost forgot. Come to Silver Cinemas, we promise that there won’t be someone jacking off within 10 feet of you! That’s Silver Cinemas! A no masturbation zone since the Pee Wee Herman incident!”

“Okay Jose, roll the film!”

*The pair sit back as light hits their faces from the screen, quiet music begins to play*


T: “Wait. I don’t remember this being in his promo.”

“Yeah, I asked Jose to add it in, thought it might add more atmosphere. It’s more original than the Saw music he used.”

*The pair sit watching, Todd chewing on popcorn*

“Funny how a cameraman conveniently followed him from Enigma’s place.”

Quote: “Now you see Gator, I have a lot to say about your promo, so get yourself a cup of tea because I have some home truths for you. You’re looking to kick some ass? You’re looking to win a title? You don’t want a war though? Well then, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong match boy. Once you step in that squared circle with the Psycho Sensation, war is fucking inevitable. Oh and look at you and Socrates...FRIENDS!”

“Did he just make an Inbetweeners reference? The fuck!? Oh, and we’ll get to the war reference in a minute.”

Quote: “No. The fact of the matter is once you get in that ring he will screw you over equally as fast as you would him. There’s no alliances in a triple threat match, not ones that last anyway because when you both realise that there is no chance in hell that you can pin me, you’ll go straight after each other. Just like war, that much is inevitable. You shouldn’t worry about moving on after everything is said and done Gator because it might not get to a point where you can move on. You see you two can be as friendly to each other as you like, it really does not concern me, but know this… I do not plan on making any friends this Sunday… I plan on sending you into oblivion,”

“Nah man, Socrates and I are friends; real friends. You see Davids, you’re basically walking into a handicap match on Sunday. We have both agreed to take you out and after that may the best man win. We know the deal. And the deal is to destroy you and play rock, paper, scissors to see who gets to pin you. More or less. I know what you’re trying to do, make me and Socrates grab at each other’s throats while you sit back and pick off who ever goes down first. Not going to work, sorry. You’re not as smart as you think Steven.”

Quote: “Now Gator, here, we have a problem. I am not sure if it’s merely your lack of research that has let you down, or maybe it’s your stupidity? Or maybe even your ignorance? I am not quite sure which one of these faults it is but allow me to correct you. There are no shady dealings between The Brotherhood and I. In case you hadn’t noticed, I really didn’t have much choice in regards to whether I was in their dungeon trapped in chair or not because I was kidnapped last Monday. Am I worried about losing my title at Relentless? Slightly. I fear that one of you may cost me my championship by laying down for the other seeing as you two are so friendly. What have you guys been up to today? Pushing each other on the swing? Why would I help the Brotherhood? Why would I help them win the trios match? I am a member of the Heyman Alliance, a group that currently rivals said Brotherhood. Yes I used to be a member, but that was a long time ago now and things have changed. I have changed, and I have outgrown Sebastian Duke. You have an inkling that you’re right, well you’re thick as fucking pig shit then because you couldn’t be any further from correct. For future reference, Gator, I suggest that you do not jump to conclusions until you have done your homework properly. This has left me feeling pretty happy though, because it just shows your lack of preparation for such an important match,”


“Now Davids, I did go a little lazy on my research, I admit that. If I didn’t hand the job to a certain somebody!”

*Gator stares at Todd, before turning back to the screen*

”I would of gotten my facts straight, however the fact of the matter is, you’re not a very interesting man. But, here’s what I got. You were part of The Brotherhood. That much is true, I saw you sucking Enigma’s dick and assumed the worst. I’m not taking this match seriously? Like I said, only half seriously. I want that title, I’m serious about that. But I’m not going to even imagine you as a threat.”

*Gator sips from a large Pepsi beside him*

Quote: “I am a little confused here Gator. Again, I think you are missing something. How could I possibly have attacked Mastermind after your match with him? I have been stuck in a chair for a week in case you hadn't noticed. Sure, my entrance theme bellowed out from the booming speakers but did you see me at all that night? No, because I wasn't there. I like that you jump to conclusions Gator, because it seems to me that’s the only preparation you have been doing. Rather than jumping to conclusions and running your mouth in the build up to our match perhaps you should be jumping hurdles and running laps so you can work on that athleticism of yours. You’re going to need all the training you can get after all,”

“Okay, hold up a second. So you’re not the one who attacked Mazzy? But someone basically frames you for attacking Mastermind, uses your theme and you’re just cool with that? Am I really jumping to conclusions when all the signs point to you taking down Mazzy. No! Every single person in that arena thought you were the one who attacked him. So go fuck yourself if you think I’m jumping the gun, seeing as everyone thought you did it. I didn’t know you were Enigma’s prisoner for so long, sorry man. Didn’t realise you were that easy to knock out and tie up.”

Quote: “Don’t worry Gator, you’re not the only one that’s confused as to why this is a triple threat match. We don’t know why there’s any point of putting you in this match either, I mean really? Does anyone really think that you have a chance of winning? I highly doubt it. I am sure Socrates thinks there’s a good chance of you winning seeing as you’re both buddied up with each other,”


“Guess what man; obviously there is a damn good chance of me winning this, seeing as I was placed into this match by the GMs, I’ve showed that I have the talent to take you down without even having a number one contendership match like Socrates. I think that speaks pretty well for me. Hell, Heyman probably wanted me in this match so he could fire your ass after you lose and replace you with someone fresh and more talented.”

Quote: “No one knows that I am connected with the Brotherhood because I’m not you stupid cunt. How fucking dumb are you? I have to keep saying it because you continue to make the same mistake! I am fighting AGAINST the FUCKING BROTHERHOOD, what do you not understand? I am a part of the Heyman Alliance you daft twat. You are right in one thing though, it’s not going to end well. It’s going to end with me hitting you with a ‘Game Over’ and pinning you 1...2…3 so no it won’t end well for you,”


“But you are you stupid cunt! Listen Stevie, I’m going to spell this out real fucking slow so you can understand me. Connected with, and part of, are different things. If I said you worked for The Brotherhood, then I’ll be wrong. But I said you’re connected with them. Which you are you dense fuck! You are connected with them because you used to be with them! How fucking stupid can you possibly be. Here let me give you an example so you can actually follow. Todd is part of the XWF, he is a cameraman who works for them. When he inevitably gets fired-“

T: “What!?”

“He will still be connected with them because he used to be part of the company! Connections! Lines leading from a person to what’s he or she has been involved in. That was the point I was trying to make. Do you understand now Steve? Do you!? I fucking hope so, I really don’t want to have this conversation again. Oh, nice name for your finisher by the way.”

*Steve Davids begins to talk about Socrates. Gator waves his hand in the air*

“Okay Jose you can stop there! Socrates can take care of himself.”

*The light of the screen fades into nothingness, the lights on the theatre walls brighten up slightly*

*Gator and Todd stand to their feet and sarcastically clap, Gator whistles. The pair sit back down*

“Todd what did you think of tonight’s feature?”

*Todd puts both thumbs down and makes a fart noise*

“I agree. Now, Davie, I know you put out a new promo, but unfortunately Jose doesn’t have the footage. So I’ll try and just remember what fell out of your mouth. A dumb cunt with down syndrome... Fuck man, I thought you were a wrestler not some thirteen year old on youtube. That’s all you got? This is the standard of insults I can expect from the current Television Champ? Haha, you’re going to have to try a lot harder dude. Also I love how you talk shit about me visiting Socrates and immediately go on a date at KFC with Tommy Gunn, a man who shares the same name with the antagonist in Rocky 5, the worst Rocky. Shit Tommy, either you’re parents hate you or you’ve picked up a terrible fucking ring name. Sorry, I needed to say that, back to Enigma’s bitch, the one who photoshops out his blemishes on the XWF site, the psycho sensation, Steve Davids.”

“The original Brotherhood died with you and Duke, because you let it die. How can you keep a firm grip on a title when you let a team with such renown as The Brotherhood fall? You say Heyman is a great ally to have, he opens doors for you. That must be the difference between you and me. I open doors by myself, I do not answer to someone and I refuse to live a life of servitude, unlike you. A trained dog, used to living under someone with a bigger name. You were always under Duke, and you always will be. Now you’re under Heyman, fuck, you’re under Frodo. He’s the guy I actually accept as a threat in the Heyman Alliance. Shit, Frodo’s at the bottom of the ocean right now and I still consider him a bigger threat than you!”

“Oh, and just because you’re a hostage doesn’t mean you can’t think about what you’re going to say in your next promo! You’re meant to be a professional dammit! Act like one!”

*Todd chuckles*

“You see, I’m here with my friend Todd. And we can’t help but wonder just how full of shit you are. How you think you’re so fucking great, yet, most of your career you’ve been under someone’s thumb. It wouldn’t surprise me in the least if Paul takes that title away from you before our match and actually gives it to someone more qualified to do the job of defending it. But hey, thanks for enlightening me on the man who is Steve Davids, the stooge. Thanks for the brief history lesson, thanks for confirming that your trash talk is copy and pasted from 9gag. Thanks for being so easy to anger. Thanks for being a good dog. Thanks for whatever you’re going to do next, honestly Steve, I can’t wait...”

*Gator lights up a cigarette and lifts his head expelling smoke. He turns back to the camera*

“That’s all I can remember from your newest promo, it must have been rememberable as your match with Cain. Now my final thoughts on the film. Stevie, you’re basically a giant piece of shit. You took that TV title from Tony Santos, who was beaten by the rest of Heyman’s team and then you put a foot on him to get the cheap pin, and defended it once against Cain, thanks for correcting me on that by the way. But hey, beating Cain. That’s good... Beating some delusional guy who thinks he’s a demon, picking on the mentally handicapped guy, but that’s just the person you are, crawl out of the woodwork only to grab something you don’t deserve and go back into hiding under Heyman’s boot.”

“Now the war you want. Contradicting yourself a little when you say this is going to be war, and you end your promo with Game Over. Yes, I know it’s your big move or whatever, but I just find it a little funny. A war is not a game Davids. You can imagine yourself in a war if it makes you feel better, but I like the game analogy better. You see, you’re one of the henchmen in some shoot em’ up game. Just a faceless henchman, but you stand outside one of the bosses doors, and you wear a different shade of brown, but you’re still just an obstacle, an easy obstacle really. And come Sunday, I’m going to run down that hallway, jump over those barrels that Donkey Kong’s throwing and hit you with a Disaster Drop, and crush you into a million pixels. Then, Steve, it will be game over for you Haha.”

“It’s very funny really. I had my eye on the TV Title from day one, and lucky me. I was waiting for you to open your mouth, I’m happy you did. Because, instead of throwing away little sentences on you, I now can focus on you. Talk shit about you. Hahaha you actually think you have a chance of winning at Relentless!? I might win, but I may not. But one thing is for sure, you will not be a champion after Sunday. You want a war? Too fucking bad, you’re getting a fight. One hell of a fucking fight, you can be damn sure about that. I will hurt you, break you, and I will put that title on somebody who actually deserves it. Not some cowardly little bitch, who needs his boys to do his dirty work... Sunday night, I will tear you limb from limb!”

*The lights on the wall dim down, and the light of the screen hits the men’s faces*

“Sorry Steve, got to go. Me and Todd are going to watch something of actual worth, something which creativity out does your own. You didn't actually think I'd rent out a screen just to watch your promo did you? You're not worth 200 bucks man.”

T: “Oh, sweet! Are we watching Guardians of the Galaxy!?”

“We are!"

*Todd’s face lights up with a smile, and Gator turns to the screen*

“See you later Steve. Have a good night.”

*The footage fades to black*]]> <![CDATA[You Dumb Cunt]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14479 Tue, 19 Aug 2014 18:11:51 -0700 Steve "KingSlayer" Davids]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14479
So there I stood. The briefcase remained firmly placed in my grasp and my Television Championship was upon my shoulder. For now at least.

A message came through from Tommy Gunn at that point, my iPhone lit up.

It read:

‘Hey Steve, hoping I don’t have to save your white ass again. Anyway I am going to send you through some directions a bit later, but get yourself over to Arizona by tomorrow if you can,’

And so I did. I spent the following day making my way to Phoenix, the location where I would defend this shiny old thing. I quickly checked into my hotel to get a shower and let Tommy know that I would be at the location within the next half hour.

I got there 40 minutes later. Tommy wasn’t pleased.

“Damn Steve, I was certain I was going to have to save you from more danger. I’m worried this friendship’s becoming a bit too much like Mario and Peach y’know,” Tommy said sarcastically whilst trying not to laugh.

“Damn you Tommy, I was in that dungeon of theirs for over a week, thanks for your help by the way! Oh and why the hell is the location we’re meeting at a god damn KFC?” I asked as we shook hands and went inside.

I felt a bit overdressed. Tommy wore jeans and a t-shirt, you know, normal clothes. Well I say normal but he did have a black hat on with ‘cunts’ written in yellow on it. I’m not sure if you can call that normal at all actually. I thought we might be heading to a bar so I felt the need to suit up. I could already tell I was going to get grease on my shiny black tie.

“Well Steve, man fancied some chicken alright? It’s a shame it’s taken you two days to get your dumb ass here. You know you have a big match this weekend don’t you? Well clearly you do because yet again you felt the need to bring your fucking title belt and briefcase with you. I wish you would stop waving those things around in my face like a stripper with double d’s man,”

“Well I’m sorry Tommy but you know what people are like, things keep getting stolen from me and I would love to see a cunt try to rob me when you’re sat opposite me with your hand in a bargain bucket,”

We sat down at an ordinary table in the corner, away from the majority of the hassle. The camera man following us made it rather awkward when near people, and I did want him to get all of this on tape because well, as always, I had a lot to say.

As I dug into my wicked zinger burger, Tommy put down his piece of chicken for a second, and I mean literally a second - he really loved chicken, who would have known? He then asked me the question I was waiting for.

“So, The fucking Brotherhood, let me guess they want you back to fight for them and all that jazz?”

“No. They did however feel the need to interrogate me for quite a while. Although, it wasn’t quite as bad as I had thought it would be. I did not even see the King of Darkness himself merely his sidekick Enigma,”

“Not even that dude you fuck over time and time again?”

“Cain? No. Did not see him either. Enigma merely asked me some questions, torturing me a wee bit, before letting me go,”

“Why didn't you fight him?”

“Damn Tommy, I had been given fuck all water and food for a week and you’re still worried about why I didn't kick the shit out of him. The guy let me go, give me a break,”

“I just hope you know where your loyalties lie,” that comment really got to me, but I knew Tommy doesn't back down from an argument so I chose to let it go.

“Oh snap,” Tommy’s phone lit up and vibrated on the table. It was from Paul Heyman. He wiped his face and hands with one of those wipes they give you that make you feel even greasier than before and opened the message.

“What?” For some reason asking Tommy a question always felt like detonating a bomb.

“That dumb cunt’s only gone and done another promo! Please rip him down in KFC Steve, I’m begging ya. I’m sure it will be an XWF first,”

“We spend a lot of time calling people a dumb cunt. AND, wait so I can’t go to a dimly lit room with just candles to shoot him down? I have to do it in a greasy fast food restaurant?"I smiled, there was something about this that I found slightly amusing.

Tommy simply nodded and grinned like a child being offered ice cream.

I sighed but reluctantly accepted. So Tommy played parts of the promo that I might find of interest back so that I could merely, correct and destroy Gator with words before I destroy him with violence this Sunday.

“Before you start Steve, I have been meaning to ask, did you find your brother at all?” Tommy asked sincerely.

“No. I am going to continue searching, I am hoping he could be around these parts. He used to come and join the crowds and watch me all of the time apparently. I just hope it’s not too late,” I held in a tear, I was scared for my brother’s life after his recent suicide attempt.

Tommy nodded. I nodded back as I composed myself.

(08-19-2014, 12:37 PM)Gator Said: ”I’m surprised he even showed up. Sat on his ass for 4 weeks getting that belt all nice and shiny, not defending it once. And now, he’s here! His friends The Brotherhood even gave him a cameraman.”

“Y’know something guys? I find it cute that you two hang out so much together. I am sure you go on double dates with all of those ladies you’re winning over but what I want to know is… without getting too personal is, Gator… do you have down syndrome?”

Tommy tried not to burst out laughing at that point.

“You see, i’m sat here with my good friend Tommy Gunn and we can’t help but wonder how someone can be such a dumb cunt without being in one way or another. So I have decided I think you should get yourself checked out because I reckon under that mask of yours is a fucked up down syndrome face to match the things you have been saying. You see, two weeks ago I defended my championship against Cain, and then I was kidnapped. What more do you actually want from me? Sure the belt’s shiny, but that’s because it’s made of gold. I wouldn’t expect you to know anything about holding something valuable though you worthless piece of shit because let’s face it, the most valuable thing you hold is your friendship with a Greek man. Well let me tell you this as a Brit, being friends with a Greek isn’t all that it’s cut out to be because sooner or later you’ll be bailing him out of money troubles and he’ll be sponging off you just like Greece does to the rest of Europe. Seriously, it won’t be long before we’re holding rock concerts to raise money for those poor sons of bitches,”

I smiled as Tommy moved onto the next piece of footage.

(08-19-2014, 12:37 PM)Gator Said: “I try. Honestly, I didn’t realise Davids was such a dirty talker, thought he’d be more of waiting in a dark alley with a flashlight under his chin, telling spooky stories.”

“I genuinely do not even know where to begin. You really do not know a single thing about me. Am I a dark human being at times? Yes. But do I have a sense of humour? Yes. Do I speak my mind? Yes. If you think I am one of those guys who tells one dimensional stories about how they rule the world or how they are god then I suggest you go and find Cain because I am far, far better than that. My past and history are dark. My present may well be even darker. Yet if a man surrounds himself with that darkness 24 hours a day then he goes to the darkest of places. Places that I have seen. I do not want to go back there. Nobody does. They might well even be worse than the likes of Phoenix, Arizona… Oh, wait,”

Gunn rolled his eyes and shook his head. He knew I was just baiting for a reaction.

(08-19-2014, 12:37 PM)Gator Said: “He said he was Enigma’s bitch since last Monday, and that’s all he prepared? He must have known he would have to defend the title sooner or later, and instead of preparing some big speech about how he deserves the belt and shit, we get sub-par trash talk.”

T: “He did make it up on the fly; he was just released from Enigma’s dungeon.”

“I know but if I was a champion, I would be prepared for anything. After the PPV, I’ve got a match with Waldo, I know what I’m going to do. Me and Mazzy agreed for a match against NBR, I know what I’m going to do there, and I don’t know my opponent after that, but I’m ready to fight. I just find it lazy that he’s been bent over in front of Enigma for a week, and he didn’t once think, ‘I’ll be defending my belt at the PPV, maybe I should find the time in between these butt fuck sessions and write something of worth.’ It’s just annoying.”

“I am sorry but the shit coming out of your mouth is getting more and more fucking confusing by the second. Whilst you’re being tortured by your enemies, the last thing I am thinking about is what I need to fucking say when I finally get out of there. Sure, I thought about how I had a big match at Relentless, but I certainly was not worried about whether I could prepare a Braveheart speech in time for our match. You see Gator, whilst I love to talk, as I have clearly shown. Once you get in that ring, it’s not words that win wars, it’s these,”

I held up my fists and smirked.

“How do you expect me to prepare when I am in a fucking dungeon? And what are you talking about butt fuck sessions? Are you saying that I was raped because I certainly didn’t fucking kidnap myself now did I you dumb cunt. God I have said the phrase dumb cunt a lot but it’s the best way to describe you. Write something of worth? Well for a sense I am not even sure that’s a very good sentence, but why on earth would I need to write when as your friend Todd so kindly pointed out, I made it up on the fly. Oh and I don’t know if you have tried writing when your hands are tied together around the back of a chair but it’s not particularly easy. I love that you said PPV instead of Pay Per View, you actually speak how you write a text now, is that right? Well I suppose there’s no teaching a dumb cunt with down syndrome…”

I shrugged my shoulders as Tommy sent over the final bit of the video.

(08-19-2014, 12:37 PM)Gator Said: “Davids talks about how friends will betray each other. Funny, he stuck around when The Brotherhood was crumbling and then he joined the Heyman Alliance. I wonder how long it will take before he betrays them as well. Now, I know what he said. Better to have Duke as an ally than an enemy, but Heyman? Is Heyman that much of a threat to Steve that he rather spoon him at night than actually be his own man? I can’t stand lapdogs... But, I’ll talk more about this in detail soon enough.”

“I did not leave The Brotherhood for The Heyman Alliance. The original Brotherhood lived and died with Duke and I. We chose to end the group because it was no longer necessary for us to work together in that alliance. He moved onto join The Black Circle, I rejected the opportunity and went solo for a long period of time. Until Paul Heyman came knocking on my door, and this is where your stupidity is shown yet again. Duke was a great ally, yes. But, do you know who the greatest ally of them all is? Paul Heyman. That man opens doors of opportunity. He always does what’s best for number one, himself. But he also does what’s best for number two, his alliance. Whilst Heyman and I do not spoon, I accept the joke for what it is. Bravo. I am no lapdog though, you see I benefit from this alliance as much as he does because, well look at what I have achieved so far. A championship belt, a briefcase. Oh and just wait until you see what I WILL achieve. It’s only a matter of time before the Universal Championship is dangling on my other shoulder. I have no doubt that this will all be too much for you to understand, you dumb cunt, but I figured I would at least try to explain myself to you, not that I have to… Hey Tommy!?”

“Yes, Steve?”

“What do we think of Gator?”

“Shit!”

“What do we think of shit?”

“Gator!”

“Thank you!”

“That’s alright! We hate Gator, we hate Gator!”

The two of us left KFC, still chanting. We managed to get a few local fans to join in with us as we headed back to the hotel.]]>
So there I stood. The briefcase remained firmly placed in my grasp and my Television Championship was upon my shoulder. For now at least.

A message came through from Tommy Gunn at that point, my iPhone lit up.

It read:

‘Hey Steve, hoping I don’t have to save your white ass again. Anyway I am going to send you through some directions a bit later, but get yourself over to Arizona by tomorrow if you can,’

And so I did. I spent the following day making my way to Phoenix, the location where I would defend this shiny old thing. I quickly checked into my hotel to get a shower and let Tommy know that I would be at the location within the next half hour.

I got there 40 minutes later. Tommy wasn’t pleased.

“Damn Steve, I was certain I was going to have to save you from more danger. I’m worried this friendship’s becoming a bit too much like Mario and Peach y’know,” Tommy said sarcastically whilst trying not to laugh.

“Damn you Tommy, I was in that dungeon of theirs for over a week, thanks for your help by the way! Oh and why the hell is the location we’re meeting at a god damn KFC?” I asked as we shook hands and went inside.

I felt a bit overdressed. Tommy wore jeans and a t-shirt, you know, normal clothes. Well I say normal but he did have a black hat on with ‘cunts’ written in yellow on it. I’m not sure if you can call that normal at all actually. I thought we might be heading to a bar so I felt the need to suit up. I could already tell I was going to get grease on my shiny black tie.

“Well Steve, man fancied some chicken alright? It’s a shame it’s taken you two days to get your dumb ass here. You know you have a big match this weekend don’t you? Well clearly you do because yet again you felt the need to bring your fucking title belt and briefcase with you. I wish you would stop waving those things around in my face like a stripper with double d’s man,”

“Well I’m sorry Tommy but you know what people are like, things keep getting stolen from me and I would love to see a cunt try to rob me when you’re sat opposite me with your hand in a bargain bucket,”

We sat down at an ordinary table in the corner, away from the majority of the hassle. The camera man following us made it rather awkward when near people, and I did want him to get all of this on tape because well, as always, I had a lot to say.

As I dug into my wicked zinger burger, Tommy put down his piece of chicken for a second, and I mean literally a second - he really loved chicken, who would have known? He then asked me the question I was waiting for.

“So, The fucking Brotherhood, let me guess they want you back to fight for them and all that jazz?”

“No. They did however feel the need to interrogate me for quite a while. Although, it wasn’t quite as bad as I had thought it would be. I did not even see the King of Darkness himself merely his sidekick Enigma,”

“Not even that dude you fuck over time and time again?”

“Cain? No. Did not see him either. Enigma merely asked me some questions, torturing me a wee bit, before letting me go,”

“Why didn't you fight him?”

“Damn Tommy, I had been given fuck all water and food for a week and you’re still worried about why I didn't kick the shit out of him. The guy let me go, give me a break,”

“I just hope you know where your loyalties lie,” that comment really got to me, but I knew Tommy doesn't back down from an argument so I chose to let it go.

“Oh snap,” Tommy’s phone lit up and vibrated on the table. It was from Paul Heyman. He wiped his face and hands with one of those wipes they give you that make you feel even greasier than before and opened the message.

“What?” For some reason asking Tommy a question always felt like detonating a bomb.

“That dumb cunt’s only gone and done another promo! Please rip him down in KFC Steve, I’m begging ya. I’m sure it will be an XWF first,”

“We spend a lot of time calling people a dumb cunt. AND, wait so I can’t go to a dimly lit room with just candles to shoot him down? I have to do it in a greasy fast food restaurant?"I smiled, there was something about this that I found slightly amusing.

Tommy simply nodded and grinned like a child being offered ice cream.

I sighed but reluctantly accepted. So Tommy played parts of the promo that I might find of interest back so that I could merely, correct and destroy Gator with words before I destroy him with violence this Sunday.

“Before you start Steve, I have been meaning to ask, did you find your brother at all?” Tommy asked sincerely.

“No. I am going to continue searching, I am hoping he could be around these parts. He used to come and join the crowds and watch me all of the time apparently. I just hope it’s not too late,” I held in a tear, I was scared for my brother’s life after his recent suicide attempt.

Tommy nodded. I nodded back as I composed myself.

(08-19-2014, 12:37 PM)Gator Said: ”I’m surprised he even showed up. Sat on his ass for 4 weeks getting that belt all nice and shiny, not defending it once. And now, he’s here! His friends The Brotherhood even gave him a cameraman.”

“Y’know something guys? I find it cute that you two hang out so much together. I am sure you go on double dates with all of those ladies you’re winning over but what I want to know is… without getting too personal is, Gator… do you have down syndrome?”

Tommy tried not to burst out laughing at that point.

“You see, i’m sat here with my good friend Tommy Gunn and we can’t help but wonder how someone can be such a dumb cunt without being in one way or another. So I have decided I think you should get yourself checked out because I reckon under that mask of yours is a fucked up down syndrome face to match the things you have been saying. You see, two weeks ago I defended my championship against Cain, and then I was kidnapped. What more do you actually want from me? Sure the belt’s shiny, but that’s because it’s made of gold. I wouldn’t expect you to know anything about holding something valuable though you worthless piece of shit because let’s face it, the most valuable thing you hold is your friendship with a Greek man. Well let me tell you this as a Brit, being friends with a Greek isn’t all that it’s cut out to be because sooner or later you’ll be bailing him out of money troubles and he’ll be sponging off you just like Greece does to the rest of Europe. Seriously, it won’t be long before we’re holding rock concerts to raise money for those poor sons of bitches,”

I smiled as Tommy moved onto the next piece of footage.

(08-19-2014, 12:37 PM)Gator Said: “I try. Honestly, I didn’t realise Davids was such a dirty talker, thought he’d be more of waiting in a dark alley with a flashlight under his chin, telling spooky stories.”

“I genuinely do not even know where to begin. You really do not know a single thing about me. Am I a dark human being at times? Yes. But do I have a sense of humour? Yes. Do I speak my mind? Yes. If you think I am one of those guys who tells one dimensional stories about how they rule the world or how they are god then I suggest you go and find Cain because I am far, far better than that. My past and history are dark. My present may well be even darker. Yet if a man surrounds himself with that darkness 24 hours a day then he goes to the darkest of places. Places that I have seen. I do not want to go back there. Nobody does. They might well even be worse than the likes of Phoenix, Arizona… Oh, wait,”

Gunn rolled his eyes and shook his head. He knew I was just baiting for a reaction.

(08-19-2014, 12:37 PM)Gator Said: “He said he was Enigma’s bitch since last Monday, and that’s all he prepared? He must have known he would have to defend the title sooner or later, and instead of preparing some big speech about how he deserves the belt and shit, we get sub-par trash talk.”

T: “He did make it up on the fly; he was just released from Enigma’s dungeon.”

“I know but if I was a champion, I would be prepared for anything. After the PPV, I’ve got a match with Waldo, I know what I’m going to do. Me and Mazzy agreed for a match against NBR, I know what I’m going to do there, and I don’t know my opponent after that, but I’m ready to fight. I just find it lazy that he’s been bent over in front of Enigma for a week, and he didn’t once think, ‘I’ll be defending my belt at the PPV, maybe I should find the time in between these butt fuck sessions and write something of worth.’ It’s just annoying.”

“I am sorry but the shit coming out of your mouth is getting more and more fucking confusing by the second. Whilst you’re being tortured by your enemies, the last thing I am thinking about is what I need to fucking say when I finally get out of there. Sure, I thought about how I had a big match at Relentless, but I certainly was not worried about whether I could prepare a Braveheart speech in time for our match. You see Gator, whilst I love to talk, as I have clearly shown. Once you get in that ring, it’s not words that win wars, it’s these,”

I held up my fists and smirked.

“How do you expect me to prepare when I am in a fucking dungeon? And what are you talking about butt fuck sessions? Are you saying that I was raped because I certainly didn’t fucking kidnap myself now did I you dumb cunt. God I have said the phrase dumb cunt a lot but it’s the best way to describe you. Write something of worth? Well for a sense I am not even sure that’s a very good sentence, but why on earth would I need to write when as your friend Todd so kindly pointed out, I made it up on the fly. Oh and I don’t know if you have tried writing when your hands are tied together around the back of a chair but it’s not particularly easy. I love that you said PPV instead of Pay Per View, you actually speak how you write a text now, is that right? Well I suppose there’s no teaching a dumb cunt with down syndrome…”

I shrugged my shoulders as Tommy sent over the final bit of the video.

(08-19-2014, 12:37 PM)Gator Said: “Davids talks about how friends will betray each other. Funny, he stuck around when The Brotherhood was crumbling and then he joined the Heyman Alliance. I wonder how long it will take before he betrays them as well. Now, I know what he said. Better to have Duke as an ally than an enemy, but Heyman? Is Heyman that much of a threat to Steve that he rather spoon him at night than actually be his own man? I can’t stand lapdogs... But, I’ll talk more about this in detail soon enough.”

“I did not leave The Brotherhood for The Heyman Alliance. The original Brotherhood lived and died with Duke and I. We chose to end the group because it was no longer necessary for us to work together in that alliance. He moved onto join The Black Circle, I rejected the opportunity and went solo for a long period of time. Until Paul Heyman came knocking on my door, and this is where your stupidity is shown yet again. Duke was a great ally, yes. But, do you know who the greatest ally of them all is? Paul Heyman. That man opens doors of opportunity. He always does what’s best for number one, himself. But he also does what’s best for number two, his alliance. Whilst Heyman and I do not spoon, I accept the joke for what it is. Bravo. I am no lapdog though, you see I benefit from this alliance as much as he does because, well look at what I have achieved so far. A championship belt, a briefcase. Oh and just wait until you see what I WILL achieve. It’s only a matter of time before the Universal Championship is dangling on my other shoulder. I have no doubt that this will all be too much for you to understand, you dumb cunt, but I figured I would at least try to explain myself to you, not that I have to… Hey Tommy!?”

“Yes, Steve?”

“What do we think of Gator?”

“Shit!”

“What do we think of shit?”

“Gator!”

“Thank you!”

“That’s alright! We hate Gator, we hate Gator!”

The two of us left KFC, still chanting. We managed to get a few local fans to join in with us as we headed back to the hotel.]]>