Of the blessings set before you make a choice & be content.
Oct 27, 2013 9:11:22 GMT -4
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Post by Shadow on Oct 27, 2013 9:11:22 GMT -4
“John!” Shadow said as the motel room door opened.
The ex-marine took a step to the side and let Shadow in.
“It’s good to see you, Steve.”
It’d been years since they had seen one another. Last time Shadow saw John they were working a case with Pastor Jim. Back then, Shadow was a fresh faced hunter just getting started in the life. John and Jim had taught Shadow a lot about hunting. John Winchester was a legend.
“How are your boys?” Shadow asked, he’d never met them but he’d heard they were just like their dad.
“They're good, they’re in Indiana now.” John turned back to the table where he was cleaning his gun.
Shadow took a look around the room. All along the walls were weather maps, crop reports and newspaper clippings. Everyone knew about John’s crazy hunt for the demon who took his wife, this was the first time Shadow ever saw John’s data. It was impressive. No one was a better tracker.
“Did you get them?”
John’s voice brought Shadow’s attention back to reality. The big man nodded as he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out two white stones. He remembered what he had to do to get them. Shadow didn’t usually steal from people but this was an eleventh hour sort of thing. Parker wouldn’t notice them missing anyway. She was too wrapped up in herself .
“Will these things really work?” Shadow asked.
“Nemesis Gems,” John responded as he picked on up and looked it over. “Word is just one of these can sneak a person safely in and out of Hell.”
Shadow stared at the gems he stole from the APW Undisputed Championship. “And one is yours, as promised.”
“Which Devil’s Gate do you intend to use?”
“Tokyo.”
“You’re stepping into a whole pile of trouble. You know that don’t you Steve?”
Shadow nodded. He’d kept up with the news: strange lights showing up on radar in the middle of the ocean, an earthquake in Japan, Fukushima. All demonic omens, all right where Shadow was going. He wasn’t stepping into a pile of shit, he was diving head first into it. But it was worth it. He was going to save his best friend.
“Did you find the other information I asked you to look into?” Shadow asked as he picked up his Nemesis Gem.
“Yeah,” John nodded. “Word is they’re keeping Slade deep in the pit. Maybe even in the cage.”
“Wait, as in THE CAGE?”
Winchester gave a very slight nod. “Well a chamber right next to it. You should know, he’ll be guarded too. Five demons, each one representing a point on the pentacle. First you have the Black Knight, some cocky thing that thinks, he’s the Main Attraction, followed by a master of Blades. Those will be the easy ones… if you think taking on the cream of the crop is easy.”
“Who else?”
“The next is the Magician, an ancient once from the orient. All the time she's spent in hell has twisted her into a succubus. She’s powerful, damn powerful; likes to entrap he victims in a fantasy world. Make them think it’ll all have a happy fairy tale ending. She sucks the life out of them. Good news is she's the last of her kind.”
“Glad I got this.” Shadow reaches into his coat and pulls out a wooden handle blade with spell work etched into it. Very few people about the Kurd’s knife, it’d taken Shadow years to find it.
“You know I’m going to want that when this is over with.” John said as he motioned to the knife.
“The hunt for the Colt not going well I take it?” John shook his head in response as Shadow thought for a moment. “It’s yours as soon as I get back.”
“Well while that may work on the first three, these other two. They’re the wind cards, no telling if that thing will take them out: Alistair and Lilith.”
Shadow froze. He knew those names. He thought about them. Alistair was a former king of Hell, he reigned for damn near an eternity only to have his power usurped by the purest of evil, Lilith. This wasn’t going to be a cake walk that was for damn sure.
“Yeah.” Was all John could say as he looked at Shadow. “I got to ask you something. Do you really think you’re ready for this?”
The camera focused on Shadow as he pondered Winchester’s words… Yes he was.
The plane ride to Japan was very uncomfortable. Even in first class, Shadow was too tall for the seat. He felt like a sardine. Shadow spent the whole flight reading. First, it was excerpts from the Bible, then the from Quran. Deep down Shadow knew this was probably a suicide mission so he was making his peace with God. The words were beautiful. They offered him a measure of peace, something Shadow had been without for quite a long time.
As he the plane began its descent into Tokyo Shadow couldn’t help but think back over the past year. It all started when he faced off against last year’s chamber disappointment: Kurt Noble. Shadow had made a promise to the fans, he promised that he would lay claim to the Undisputed Championship. Then Slade went and lost his mind, that or he was possessed. Either way, Shadow watched his best friend get dragged down to the depth of Hell and there wasn;t a damn thing Shadow could do about it, not until now.
It weighed heavy on him, the burden of what he’d done to his friend. But now he had the chance to make it right. All Shadow had to do was make it past the five guards, eliminate them one by one. Then he could get the key and pull his friend to safety. Easier said than done. The animal that Shadow fought a year ago, the chamber’s disappoint, had beaten Shadow once before. But a lot had happened in the past year. He’d come a long way. Still nobody thought he could pull this off, no one but himself.
Yet Shadow knew, that sometimes having faith in yourself was all it takes. The human soul can be tortured, bludgeoned, flambéed but never broken. It was the one of the most powerful thing the universe second only to God himself. Shadow’s soul was ready. He knew he may not make it out of this one but he had to try. In the end all we can ever do is try. Everyone bounced slightly as the landing gear touched the ground. Shadow was so close to his goal he could taste it. He couldn’t; fail, not this time. There was too much at stake. He’d failed every time before. This time would be different. As he looked at the Holy books in his lap he knew.
It was Sister Margaret’s last words to him twenty years ago when seventeen year old Steve Ryback left the orphanage with his blood brother Slade Craven.
“Steve, never forget. When all else fails, read the instruction manual.”
Parker, even though you won’t be holding that belt much longer, I guess I still owe you an apology. No it’s not for wrecking your big championship celebration or because I stole your belt, but for vandalizing it like I did. I should have known you’d notice. Not that I care really. I’m sure President Jeff has that thing insured. But for the record, pigs will fly out of my ass before I ever apologize to you.
Although I got to say Aubrey, I’m a little confused. Tell me, did you call up Callahan because you needed help or because you needed a shrink? I mean it’s obvious you do need help; both clinically and professionally, but to go dial up a retired World Heavyweight Champion and ask for his assistance? That’s just sad, sweetheart. You really are at the end of your rope on this one. Then again, I’m not surprised. You never could do anything on your own and if you just so happen to walk out of this thing with the Undisputed Championship in hand, we’ll all know you didn’t do it alone.
And to think when Callahan left APW I had a measure of respect for him. I remember how he tried to stop the great Level One and how he lost his title in the process. Next thing you know he up and took a siesta on this company, just like Blade, Sally, Mannie and after One Night in Hell, Terry Marvin. You’re selection of support doesn’t inspire a lot of confidence Aubrey. One the other hand, you never were one for making wise decisions. I’ll give you an example; Martinez. A baseball bat, really? You should have stuck with the steel chair, Aubrey. At least wielding that, you know you might be able to stop me. But hey if you want me to shove that baseball bat up your cooter, I’ll be happy to oblige. You know those wacky Japanese people like all kinds of sick shit. They’ll probably get off watching me sodomize you with that thing tonight. At least Mad Mumf was smart enough to leave his bat backstage. Do me a favor Parker; before you come out tonight, put some measuring tics on that bat. That way everyone will know just how far I shoved that bat up your snatch.
Oh, looks like I’m being all dirty and disgusting again. You deserve it, you stupid bitch. After everything you’ve done in the past tonight is payback. Not just for me but for everybody; everyone you’ve ever stepped on or screwed over. I’m the spirit of vengeance, Aubrey. You can’t stop something like me. So go ahead and bring your equalizer. At least we won’t be surprised when you go for it. The real surprise is going to come when Tokyo watches me impregnate your ass with it.
Shifting focus here; can someone tell me, what the hell kind of drug is Sally on? I thought Young Mannie was our resident substance abuser but after watching Sally Talford’s Woodland Critter Halloween Special in Imagination-Land, I don’t know what to think. Although, they say when you’re piercing the veil you see all kinds of trippy shit. But seriously Sally, it’s time to put away the toys and grow the hell up. I know you’re a former World Heavyweight champion and I can respect that. But this isn’t the WHC, It’s the Undisputed Championship. It’s Terry Marvin and Aubrey J Parker. You’re in a whole different league than you were before. But you should know that already. You’ve tussled with Terry and Aubrey before.
With that in mind, I should probably address something. Sally, I’ve received some emails from your fans saying it my summation of your current career was a bit harsh. Guess what sugar tits; you had it coming. It’s one thing to blow off your opponent as a ‘nobody.’ It’s another thing to forget that prior to last Asylum we did dance once before. Survive and Conquer sweetheart, remember? Let me refresh your memory, I had your ass up on my shoulders was about to send your ass packing when I hesitated. I was worried I might actually hurt you if I sent you sailing into the front row. You used that split second hesitation to turn it all around and send me over the top. I’ll admit I kicked myself once or twice for that little fuck up, but then I watch you blow it all when Terry Marvin eliminated you in the finale.
So Sally, to just straight up say I’m uninspiring? Bitch please. I said it before and I’ll say it again you really don’t pay attention to what’s going on here. Seeing as I’m an Asylum megastar I’ll skip the Overdrive and Meltdown matches. Take your mouse, go click on Internet Explorer, go to your favorites hit APW, then ASYLUM results. If there is anybody on Asylum who gets the job done, it’s me sweetcheeks. Uninspiring my ass. I’m the most memorable motherfucker you’ll ever meet, bitch.
And where the Hell is Blade in all this? Probably still in China. And what the hell were you thinking man? I took the belt from Aubrey J. Parker for a reason. Your dumbass had to go and leave it there for her to get it back. You dumb son of a bitch. Here Blade, tonight I’ll show you how it’s really done. When I walk out of One Night in Hell with what used to be Parker’s belt, I won’t be giving it back. Then I’ll bounce your ass out of APW for good.
And what about Mannie, don’t tell me he got busted by customs trying to sneak weed into the country. I’ve heard tale that Mannie thinks tonight’s going to be different from every other encounter we’ve shared in the past. Here, let me break out my Magic 8 ball and we’ll see what it has to say: Oh- sorry Mannie… Outlook not so good.
And Of course how could I forget Mr. Showtime himself, Terry-freaking-Marvin. Terry I’ve got to wonder something, man. Last Asylum you said you were going to win back the Undisputed Championship, win the elimination chamber and then get a hero’s send off. I guess things aren’t going as planned. Must suck knowing that the bitch that used to blow you, straight up screwed your ass in the end. Hey terry do you think if you’d joined in on the ass kicking I dished out to Parker at the start of last Asylum things might have gone differently? Maybe, just maybe if you would have hit her with the Whiplash right then and taken a little more life out of her, you wouldn’t have had to use the steel chair and fuck up you plan?
Rhetorical question dumbass. Like I really care about you getting your happy ending. Hell no, tonight is about me, motherfucker. It’s about me doing something nobody believed I could do. I’ve heard the rumors. Everyone expects AJP to sneak out a win, probably because she went and borrowed Martinez. So that makes me an underdog… story of my life. But that’s all fine and dandy. I love surprises. The big surprise will come when they have to go mint my nameplate for that title. Then APW can have a true champion once again, not some tired empty shell of a man who just longs to be put out of your misery. Hell Terry, if you want your life to end that badly I’ll be happy to pull the trigger. I’m used to ending people’s careers. I guess I’ll go ahead and add your name to my list.
But ending Terry Marvin’s career in APW isn’t enough. Sally Talford said I hadn’t done anything unique or memorable *cough* bullshit*cough* But how’s this for memorable. My goal tonight isn’t just to win the Undisputed Championship, nor is it to exact revenge on AJP. No I plan to be the first person in APW history to eliminate EVERYONE in the Extreme elimination chamber. If I’m going to lay claim to that belt I plan to do so with authority. That way there will be no question about who the champion really is. When this match is over everyone will know my name. My name is Shadow and tonight Anarchy will reign!
The ex-marine took a step to the side and let Shadow in.
“It’s good to see you, Steve.”
It’d been years since they had seen one another. Last time Shadow saw John they were working a case with Pastor Jim. Back then, Shadow was a fresh faced hunter just getting started in the life. John and Jim had taught Shadow a lot about hunting. John Winchester was a legend.
“How are your boys?” Shadow asked, he’d never met them but he’d heard they were just like their dad.
“They're good, they’re in Indiana now.” John turned back to the table where he was cleaning his gun.
Shadow took a look around the room. All along the walls were weather maps, crop reports and newspaper clippings. Everyone knew about John’s crazy hunt for the demon who took his wife, this was the first time Shadow ever saw John’s data. It was impressive. No one was a better tracker.
“Did you get them?”
John’s voice brought Shadow’s attention back to reality. The big man nodded as he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out two white stones. He remembered what he had to do to get them. Shadow didn’t usually steal from people but this was an eleventh hour sort of thing. Parker wouldn’t notice them missing anyway. She was too wrapped up in herself .
“Will these things really work?” Shadow asked.
“Nemesis Gems,” John responded as he picked on up and looked it over. “Word is just one of these can sneak a person safely in and out of Hell.”
Shadow stared at the gems he stole from the APW Undisputed Championship. “And one is yours, as promised.”
“Which Devil’s Gate do you intend to use?”
“Tokyo.”
“You’re stepping into a whole pile of trouble. You know that don’t you Steve?”
Shadow nodded. He’d kept up with the news: strange lights showing up on radar in the middle of the ocean, an earthquake in Japan, Fukushima. All demonic omens, all right where Shadow was going. He wasn’t stepping into a pile of shit, he was diving head first into it. But it was worth it. He was going to save his best friend.
“Did you find the other information I asked you to look into?” Shadow asked as he picked up his Nemesis Gem.
“Yeah,” John nodded. “Word is they’re keeping Slade deep in the pit. Maybe even in the cage.”
“Wait, as in THE CAGE?”
Winchester gave a very slight nod. “Well a chamber right next to it. You should know, he’ll be guarded too. Five demons, each one representing a point on the pentacle. First you have the Black Knight, some cocky thing that thinks, he’s the Main Attraction, followed by a master of Blades. Those will be the easy ones… if you think taking on the cream of the crop is easy.”
“Who else?”
“The next is the Magician, an ancient once from the orient. All the time she's spent in hell has twisted her into a succubus. She’s powerful, damn powerful; likes to entrap he victims in a fantasy world. Make them think it’ll all have a happy fairy tale ending. She sucks the life out of them. Good news is she's the last of her kind.”
“Glad I got this.” Shadow reaches into his coat and pulls out a wooden handle blade with spell work etched into it. Very few people about the Kurd’s knife, it’d taken Shadow years to find it.
“You know I’m going to want that when this is over with.” John said as he motioned to the knife.
“The hunt for the Colt not going well I take it?” John shook his head in response as Shadow thought for a moment. “It’s yours as soon as I get back.”
“Well while that may work on the first three, these other two. They’re the wind cards, no telling if that thing will take them out: Alistair and Lilith.”
Shadow froze. He knew those names. He thought about them. Alistair was a former king of Hell, he reigned for damn near an eternity only to have his power usurped by the purest of evil, Lilith. This wasn’t going to be a cake walk that was for damn sure.
“Yeah.” Was all John could say as he looked at Shadow. “I got to ask you something. Do you really think you’re ready for this?”
The camera focused on Shadow as he pondered Winchester’s words… Yes he was.
The plane ride to Japan was very uncomfortable. Even in first class, Shadow was too tall for the seat. He felt like a sardine. Shadow spent the whole flight reading. First, it was excerpts from the Bible, then the from Quran. Deep down Shadow knew this was probably a suicide mission so he was making his peace with God. The words were beautiful. They offered him a measure of peace, something Shadow had been without for quite a long time.
As he the plane began its descent into Tokyo Shadow couldn’t help but think back over the past year. It all started when he faced off against last year’s chamber disappointment: Kurt Noble. Shadow had made a promise to the fans, he promised that he would lay claim to the Undisputed Championship. Then Slade went and lost his mind, that or he was possessed. Either way, Shadow watched his best friend get dragged down to the depth of Hell and there wasn;t a damn thing Shadow could do about it, not until now.
It weighed heavy on him, the burden of what he’d done to his friend. But now he had the chance to make it right. All Shadow had to do was make it past the five guards, eliminate them one by one. Then he could get the key and pull his friend to safety. Easier said than done. The animal that Shadow fought a year ago, the chamber’s disappoint, had beaten Shadow once before. But a lot had happened in the past year. He’d come a long way. Still nobody thought he could pull this off, no one but himself.
Yet Shadow knew, that sometimes having faith in yourself was all it takes. The human soul can be tortured, bludgeoned, flambéed but never broken. It was the one of the most powerful thing the universe second only to God himself. Shadow’s soul was ready. He knew he may not make it out of this one but he had to try. In the end all we can ever do is try. Everyone bounced slightly as the landing gear touched the ground. Shadow was so close to his goal he could taste it. He couldn’t; fail, not this time. There was too much at stake. He’d failed every time before. This time would be different. As he looked at the Holy books in his lap he knew.
It was Sister Margaret’s last words to him twenty years ago when seventeen year old Steve Ryback left the orphanage with his blood brother Slade Craven.
“Steve, never forget. When all else fails, read the instruction manual.”
Parker, even though you won’t be holding that belt much longer, I guess I still owe you an apology. No it’s not for wrecking your big championship celebration or because I stole your belt, but for vandalizing it like I did. I should have known you’d notice. Not that I care really. I’m sure President Jeff has that thing insured. But for the record, pigs will fly out of my ass before I ever apologize to you.
Although I got to say Aubrey, I’m a little confused. Tell me, did you call up Callahan because you needed help or because you needed a shrink? I mean it’s obvious you do need help; both clinically and professionally, but to go dial up a retired World Heavyweight Champion and ask for his assistance? That’s just sad, sweetheart. You really are at the end of your rope on this one. Then again, I’m not surprised. You never could do anything on your own and if you just so happen to walk out of this thing with the Undisputed Championship in hand, we’ll all know you didn’t do it alone.
And to think when Callahan left APW I had a measure of respect for him. I remember how he tried to stop the great Level One and how he lost his title in the process. Next thing you know he up and took a siesta on this company, just like Blade, Sally, Mannie and after One Night in Hell, Terry Marvin. You’re selection of support doesn’t inspire a lot of confidence Aubrey. One the other hand, you never were one for making wise decisions. I’ll give you an example; Martinez. A baseball bat, really? You should have stuck with the steel chair, Aubrey. At least wielding that, you know you might be able to stop me. But hey if you want me to shove that baseball bat up your cooter, I’ll be happy to oblige. You know those wacky Japanese people like all kinds of sick shit. They’ll probably get off watching me sodomize you with that thing tonight. At least Mad Mumf was smart enough to leave his bat backstage. Do me a favor Parker; before you come out tonight, put some measuring tics on that bat. That way everyone will know just how far I shoved that bat up your snatch.
Oh, looks like I’m being all dirty and disgusting again. You deserve it, you stupid bitch. After everything you’ve done in the past tonight is payback. Not just for me but for everybody; everyone you’ve ever stepped on or screwed over. I’m the spirit of vengeance, Aubrey. You can’t stop something like me. So go ahead and bring your equalizer. At least we won’t be surprised when you go for it. The real surprise is going to come when Tokyo watches me impregnate your ass with it.
Shifting focus here; can someone tell me, what the hell kind of drug is Sally on? I thought Young Mannie was our resident substance abuser but after watching Sally Talford’s Woodland Critter Halloween Special in Imagination-Land, I don’t know what to think. Although, they say when you’re piercing the veil you see all kinds of trippy shit. But seriously Sally, it’s time to put away the toys and grow the hell up. I know you’re a former World Heavyweight champion and I can respect that. But this isn’t the WHC, It’s the Undisputed Championship. It’s Terry Marvin and Aubrey J Parker. You’re in a whole different league than you were before. But you should know that already. You’ve tussled with Terry and Aubrey before.
With that in mind, I should probably address something. Sally, I’ve received some emails from your fans saying it my summation of your current career was a bit harsh. Guess what sugar tits; you had it coming. It’s one thing to blow off your opponent as a ‘nobody.’ It’s another thing to forget that prior to last Asylum we did dance once before. Survive and Conquer sweetheart, remember? Let me refresh your memory, I had your ass up on my shoulders was about to send your ass packing when I hesitated. I was worried I might actually hurt you if I sent you sailing into the front row. You used that split second hesitation to turn it all around and send me over the top. I’ll admit I kicked myself once or twice for that little fuck up, but then I watch you blow it all when Terry Marvin eliminated you in the finale.
So Sally, to just straight up say I’m uninspiring? Bitch please. I said it before and I’ll say it again you really don’t pay attention to what’s going on here. Seeing as I’m an Asylum megastar I’ll skip the Overdrive and Meltdown matches. Take your mouse, go click on Internet Explorer, go to your favorites hit APW, then ASYLUM results. If there is anybody on Asylum who gets the job done, it’s me sweetcheeks. Uninspiring my ass. I’m the most memorable motherfucker you’ll ever meet, bitch.
And where the Hell is Blade in all this? Probably still in China. And what the hell were you thinking man? I took the belt from Aubrey J. Parker for a reason. Your dumbass had to go and leave it there for her to get it back. You dumb son of a bitch. Here Blade, tonight I’ll show you how it’s really done. When I walk out of One Night in Hell with what used to be Parker’s belt, I won’t be giving it back. Then I’ll bounce your ass out of APW for good.
And what about Mannie, don’t tell me he got busted by customs trying to sneak weed into the country. I’ve heard tale that Mannie thinks tonight’s going to be different from every other encounter we’ve shared in the past. Here, let me break out my Magic 8 ball and we’ll see what it has to say: Oh- sorry Mannie… Outlook not so good.
And Of course how could I forget Mr. Showtime himself, Terry-freaking-Marvin. Terry I’ve got to wonder something, man. Last Asylum you said you were going to win back the Undisputed Championship, win the elimination chamber and then get a hero’s send off. I guess things aren’t going as planned. Must suck knowing that the bitch that used to blow you, straight up screwed your ass in the end. Hey terry do you think if you’d joined in on the ass kicking I dished out to Parker at the start of last Asylum things might have gone differently? Maybe, just maybe if you would have hit her with the Whiplash right then and taken a little more life out of her, you wouldn’t have had to use the steel chair and fuck up you plan?
Rhetorical question dumbass. Like I really care about you getting your happy ending. Hell no, tonight is about me, motherfucker. It’s about me doing something nobody believed I could do. I’ve heard the rumors. Everyone expects AJP to sneak out a win, probably because she went and borrowed Martinez. So that makes me an underdog… story of my life. But that’s all fine and dandy. I love surprises. The big surprise will come when they have to go mint my nameplate for that title. Then APW can have a true champion once again, not some tired empty shell of a man who just longs to be put out of your misery. Hell Terry, if you want your life to end that badly I’ll be happy to pull the trigger. I’m used to ending people’s careers. I guess I’ll go ahead and add your name to my list.
But ending Terry Marvin’s career in APW isn’t enough. Sally Talford said I hadn’t done anything unique or memorable *cough* bullshit*cough* But how’s this for memorable. My goal tonight isn’t just to win the Undisputed Championship, nor is it to exact revenge on AJP. No I plan to be the first person in APW history to eliminate EVERYONE in the Extreme elimination chamber. If I’m going to lay claim to that belt I plan to do so with authority. That way there will be no question about who the champion really is. When this match is over everyone will know my name. My name is Shadow and tonight Anarchy will reign!
