Life is Cruel: "Closing the Casket."

[Victor Hades]

Life is Cruel:
"Closing the Casket."

ROUND ONE, SWEAR TO GOD I DO IT FOR FUN
JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING WITH A DOUBLE BARRELED SHOTGUN
AIN'T A SINGLE FUCKER LEFT TO FEAR
SEE THEIR LIPS MOVING BUT I DON'T WANT TO HEAR

SHOW DOWN I ain't backing down from anybody
THROW DOWN if I don't get some space
BREAK DOWN not in this life or another
ITS A NIGHTMARE and it's not going away

All I wanted was your honesty
Something more than this something more than me
Death can take me if I can't be free
I'm not like you I'M A DYING BREED

ROUND TWO SOMETHING YOU JUST DON'T WANT TO DO
GO DANCING WITH THE DEVIL LESS YOUR WEARING MY SHOES
YOU GOT NERVE AND I'LL GIVE YOU THAT
WATCH THE WORLD TUMBLE WHILE YOU SIT ON YOUR ASS

"Have you learned nothing since our first encounter, have you not learned you cannot fucking stop me? That your very existence no longer matters to anyone, that you are nothing more than a slot to be filled on this precious roster? I hope you have Jesse, because at One Night in Hell...I'm going to teach you the final lesson you need to learn...do not...fuck with...Victor Hades."

Hades Journal:
Friday-October 23, 2009


"What if I'm wrong? I've got a condition. I get out of control sometimes. I lose all control over myself and the raging, blood-thristy animal breaks loose from its cage. What if I've imagined all this? What if I've finally turned into what they've always said I would turn into? I don't know anymore, I don't know what is happening to me, all I know is I'm going to keep digging deeper until I've found my answers. This journey has only sparked my interest the further I've walked this road, and with the world as my witness I'll see to it I find what lies at the end of it. I haven't come this far and breathed, bled, sweat, and broken my back this long to just lose everything I've worked my ass off for.

This match is going to define the future of my career, the very beginning of my rise to the top, and the inevitable downfall of the nuisance that is Jesse Nunez. There are no longer limits to my ability in that fucking ring, there are no lengths I will not go, there are no lines that I will...NOT...CROSS! I'm not like these other phonies, I'm not looking for anything logical, like Championship gold. I don't NEED a Championship title to be recognized, I AM recognized because I've become worthy of recognition. I am a man who can't be bought, sold out, bullied, intimidated, reasoned or negotiated with by ANY means. What we call chaos is just patterns we haven't recognized. What we call random is just patterns we cant decipher. What we can't understand we call nonsense. What we can't read we call bullshit. There is no free will. There are no variables. There is only the inevitable and the inevitable JESSE NUNEZ-is that your time has come and gone, and now...it's only a matter of time before you're finished."


Bordering calls continued to replicate over and over again throughout the corridor of the airport, as he sat there staring into the eyes of this stranger once again. A man, whom he'd hardly known for merely a few weeks or more, appeared to know more about Victor than Victor did himself. The same made whom he'd made a deal with to change his life, and grant his every desire to success to come true. After all the years of criminal acts, hired hits on political figures, false beliefs in a cult, and being led to frame for murder. All of the problems he had once faced were now simply a memory, and nothing could prepare him for what was soon to come.


Lucas-"Tomorrow night looks to be a big night for you."

Lucas mutters while still skimming through the newspaper he had been reading, as Victor remains seated next to him listening carefully.

Victor Hades-"Yeah, it looks like it..."

Victor replies in somewhat of a monotone, looking back at Lucas as if contemplating he has any part in his match against Nunez.

Lucas turns to see Victor's face.

Lucas-"What, I have no role to play in this little matter you share with him."

Lucas remarks innocently.

Victor Hades-"Right..."

Lucas folds his newspaper and sighs in frustration as he places his hands down over the newspaper, folding them gently while interlocking his fingertips.

Lucas-"Victor, you have a gift unlike anything the world has never seen in it's time. You have a rare incredible ability compared to any warrior who has ever walked this earth. You can edure pain more than any human being, you can inflict that pain three times that, you have unmatched speed and strength, and the mentality of a cold-blooded killer. You're to be classified as merely almost a god amongst men, never let anyone tell you different."

Victor chuckles.

Victor Hades-"A god amongst men, you're kidding right?"

Lucas slowly turns his head towards Victor, his light blue-gray shaded eyes fixed upon him as he grows a callous smirk.

Lucas-"Well after all, you do carry the last name...Hades..."

Victor Hades-"Coincidence."

Lucas-"Is it?"

They glare at each other in a long staredown for a matter of seconds, as neither bothers to say a word.

Lucas-"I guess that, sadistic, animal-like, violent, ruthless, cold-blooded nature was just 'passed down' generation, after generation, relative to relative through your family, right?"

Victor remains silent.

Lucas-"You never wondered about your origins...your ancestors...none of it...did you..."

Victor doesn't say a word.

Lucas-"One day you will understand your true power and your abilities you harness Victor, one day you will be superior to these...insects."

Lucas rises up as Victor turns his head to hear the announcement over the intercom about his flight.

Lucas-"Think about it."

Overhead announcement: "FLIGHT 5-14A to Tokyo, Japan is now boarding, attention-FLIGHT 5-14A to Tokyo, Japan, is now boarding."

The announcement cuts off as Victor turns back to face Lucas, but Lucas it seems has once again vanished into thin air.

Moments after boarding...

Victor climbing through the airliner makes his way to his seat, shoving his carry-on luggage into the large overhead compartment. Hunching over to climb down into his seat he accidently "thumps" his head into the overhead compartment door.

Victor Hades-"Ow!-Ah..."

Victor winces rubbing his head as he slides down into his seat and fastens his seat belt, before a sweet, kind, and gentle voice catches his attention.

Woman-"Oh, gosh are you okay?"

A woman's voice comes from the seat beside him as Victor lifts his aching head to the woman, while she extends her smooth, tan, soft skinned-fingertips to brush through his fabricated "Hades" APW t-shirt. Caressing his arm gently as she leans over to assure he's not knocked into a disoriented state, as Victor's fuzzy vision clears glancing towards the light of the sunset. Gleaming through the window behind her giving her body an angel-like glow as she smiles, her white teeth giving a warm and comforting sensation in his arms. While her turqoise gentle, piercing eyes catch his own as he gazes toward her, a young woman with the "perfect" definition of a body frame, lips, eyes, and facial structure. The locks of her long, light brown hair waving down her cheeks to her shoulders, as Victor begins to grow a smile as well.

Victor Hades-"Y-y-yeah I uh-I'm fine I just sort of bumped my head on the luggage thing there, sort of clumsy to do that."

Victor grumbles softly as he begins to rub his head slightly, squinting his eyes as he does looking back to the woman.


Woman-"I'm Angela..."

She kindly extends her hand out slowly as Victor meets hers with his own, feeling that numbing electric feeling shoot through his veins as he does.


Angela-"Do you tend to bump into things and act clumsy for a living, mister...?"

Victor chuckles audibly to himself, and smiles shaking her hand.


Victor Hades-"Yeah, I do actually believe it or not-I'm Victor...Hades, you can just call me Vic, or "V" for short."

Angela nods with a warm and kind smile.

Angela-"That's quite an intimidating name you've got there, it's really nice to meet you...V."

They smile to one another.

Victor Hades-"Yeah, likewise."

Angela-"So are you one of those UFC fighters or something?"

Angela mutters softly with a slightly playful yet puzzled look.


Victor Hades-"I'm a professional wrestler actually; I'm working for a company called APW right now."

Angela tries not to laugh at first before giving an accepting nod and smiles, as Victor smirks and slowly shakes his head.

Victor Hades-"What you going to make fun of me and tell me wrestling is 'fake'?"

Victor grumbles quietly.

Angela-"No I think it's remarkable how guys like you can do that all year long every single night, it's fascinating to see a human body endure something so physical. I think it's pretty a pretty talented job to do, and well being in shape like that is kinda sexy..."

Victor smirks as Angela slightly begins to blush.

Victor Hades-"Oh really?"

Angela nods.

Steward-"Can I get anything for you two today, sir?"

The steward in the aisle asked politely as Victor smiling turns his head carefully, looking up to the steward now appearing to be 'Jesus', the old latino man.

[ To be continued... ]

"I continued to deliver, and deliver, and deliver...when all you did if not show up was simply choke the second you were in the spotlight."

"I’m determined to win-because not only do I hold the ability and capability to simply END your career, but because I harness the finesse and the heart of a champion you never did. I’m the fucking reason those people fill those seats each and every single night, they pay their hard-earned money to come see me and hate me. They don’t work all week long to show up and waste their money, blowing it on a joke that runs around on a microphone, killing time by using over-rated moves and catchphrases and simply looking like SHIT instead of putting on a fucking show."

"You see I’ve taken my frustration out on the world, I’ve taken it out on these fans, I’ve taken it out on your wife, but you-you Jesse I wanted in one piece. Just one solid piece so that when you do face me Sunday, you’re not going to have any excuses, and this pain you’re going to ramble on about giving to me? Jesse, tell me something have you opened your eyes and followed the long, hard, bloodied trail on my career? I LIKE pain, I enjoy pain, pain doesn’t bother me. Pain-pain feels like curling up in a nice warm blanket for me, it feels-it anesthetizes me. It makes me feel like I’m free of this world that I’m back in my bastard for a mother’s womb, before I crawled out into this painful and cruel world. Yes Jesse, I like pain, I like pain and I hope you can dish it out like you say you can. Because if you can’t and I’m sure you certainly won’t, I’m going to hurt you and inflict pain twice as bad. As far as Level-One, Pence, and all those others you were so concerned with? I’m sorry Jesse, but you were in the Main-Event spotlight for a cup of coffee, and for calling yourself a um-“Legend”, I feel like saying Pence has been a bigger “Legend” than you, okay? It’s fucking OBSURD and RIDICULOUS beyond-belief, So Jesse I’ll be giving you this once in a lifetime opportunity to inflict as much pain upon me, make me proud, make me happy, HURT me... and make me happy. Because if you don’t, not only will Victoria never see your smug, disfigured and bloodied face ever again, but I’ll bury you so far beneath the filth that only the maggots will be there to listen to you bitch."

"If you think you’re the only thing I’m concerned with, your career, your wife, your spot on this roster, then Jesse you surely haven’t been paying attention. You see you’re simply the first of many casualties to come and that’s just the start, because once I’m done with you I’m only going to hack my way to the top. I’m going to start with you because I’ve suffered your arrogance, your catchphrases, your no-shows, and your mouth for far too long. I’ve chosen a casket match because the way I see it is-once you’re locked in, and I’ve placed you in that warm little dark hole I’ve prepared, I won’t have to listen no longer. You will be without question nothing more than lost memory, and I will continue on as the man “Who finally shut the mouth of Jesse Nunez” once and for all."

"You’re a fake Jesse, a FUCKING fake; you’ve talked for so long about doing what you love, but let’s be honest what you love is Jesse Nunez. It’s written all over your face, all over your bitch for a wife, all over every trash-worthy piece of merchandise you’ve ever, sold. You can talk about hustle, loyalty, respect, and all that bullshit you gloat on about, you can talk about the moral code, ethics, and but you Jesse you THRIVED on retiring BDC for so long. Clearly it wasn’t very sincere for the things you’ve ever done to the legendary man. Hell it’s the same way you went on for months trying to take away Level One’s Championship, and everything he built and worked so hard to protect. It’s the truth isn’t it, it’s the same way you turned your back on your partner Anarchist after all you two have gone through, you left him in the past. It’s simply who you are Jesse and it is exactly what you were built to do, I know you’ve said that before. Hell it wouldn’t surprise me if you brought the suggestions of half the speculation this company has seen over the recent months anyways, but then again-I do find that highly unlikely, you aren’t smart enough for that."

"See Jesse you can pull as many fast ones on these people as you’d like and they’ll adore you, yet when I try to do the right thing whether it be spit the truth or pummel you with a steel chair I get booed. You don’t DESERVE to be cheered for being a lousy, talent-less, no-showing, no good for nothing bitch for a sell-out! Even as you continue to feel so special and loved by yourself, you simply never cease to fail at selling your very own self out. You can go to Oprah, you can go to Dr. Phil, you can go to Jeff, and you can go to the fans or anyone else who will hold me vilified Jesse. I’ve simply shown the world the truth and quite honestly your true colors, you know it and they know it, there’s no denying it, there’s no fucking hiding it, and everyone can SEE it. I truly hope kissing Mac’s, Saint’s, Jeff’s or every recorder dealer’s ass under the table again has been your master plan, because everything else has fallen flat on its fucking face."

"Unlike you I have matured, I have grown, I have become stronger and surpassed you, and I have taken my career through the mud and to a higher level, my very existence to a whole new level. I was forced to do that Jesse by becoming the work horse, the backbone, the blood-thirsty shark hungry for more. I HATE you Jesse, they say hate is a strong word but it ultimately sums up everything I feel for you. I hate everything that you are, I hate everything you have become, and I HATE everything that you STAND FOR. I’ve said it before and I’ll keep saying it until by god I fucking make it a known FACT, I’m going to END IT once and for all, I’m going to erase you, your career, your history, your lifestyle, EVERYTHING. I’m going to take every last piece of your merchandise and I am going to burn it to the ground! Ashes to ashes, dust to dust..."

"I AM going to walk out of the Tokyo Dome tomorrow night, no even better-I'm going to PERSONALLY drive you in that hearse that will be parked out back, and I'm going to drive you to your final resting place. Not in the history books, not inside the APW ring, no Jesse you aren't even good enough for that. As I've continued to repeat over and over, the only resting place for scum like you is six-feet under bitch. You have no respect or honor waiting in the arms for you, no spotlight, no fancy memorials or tributes, no golden championships, no Legend or Hall of Famer plaques to be hung. No Jesse a nice quiet casket and a deep, warm dark hole in the dirt is the only thing fit for you. I won't allow it, not as long as this cold-blooded, blackened, hard-pounding heart still ticks inside of me. There isn't a chance you stand walking into this against me, and I'm going to fucking prove it to you. I hope you've made your final arrangements and your peace with whatever god you pray to, because tomorrow night Jesse-I'm going to send you to him. Sweet dreams motherfucker."

[ Fade. ]

WAKE UP get you head together motherfucker
STRAIGHT UP before it's too late
STAND UP nothing ever lasts forever
DOES IT and thats how it's gonna to stay

All I wanted was your honesty
Something more than this something more than me
Death can take me if I can't be free
I'm not like you I'M A DYING BREED

All I wanted was your honesty
Something more than this something more than me
Death can take me if I can't be free
I'm not like you I'M A DYING BREED