Post by Shadow on Jul 14, 2012 17:49:59 GMT -4
[glow=silver,9,200]THEN... [/glow]
The dark night sky blanketed the street when his car pulled up to the house. He parked in front of the house, right next to the mailbox. His curiosity and excitement overpowered the dreaded fear. It felt like a drop in his stomach. Arming himself, Shadow exited his Camaro and walked down the cracked driveway. The hot night crept around Shadow as he struggled through the yard of his old house. His memories kept flashing in his mind making him question everything. He couldn’t tell if it was night or day. The house looked white and blue coated in bright new paint when it was really white and ivory. Someone cut down all of the threes in the front yard and removed the brick edging from the front porch. The house was a skeleton of her old self. Shadow remembered when she thrived. As he moved down the side of the house, his legs began to tremble. Long ago, he remembered a fence divide the properties. Now the open area beckoned for visitors. In the back stood a tall sheet metal shed. Shadow used to have a club house in there, in July too. Now the once light sky blue shed was painted ivory. It matched the trim of the house, just like it used to. The ivory looked like bone. The back yard is as barren as the front. There was never much back here, just the concrete patio. Stone steps led to an open back door. For some reason, it was not boarded up live every other open. The sensation plaguing him got worse inside. The back door led to the kitchen. He ignored the master bedroom connected to the kitchen. He was not scarred of that room, it was a dead end. Shadow stood inside the hollow house, only sheet rock and studs remained. The cooped wiring was ripped long ago. The brick divider still separated the kitchen and living room. Beneath the chipped paint Shadow saw the red brick was charred black. At the center of the house stood a brick pillar, it too was charred. Shadow felt something in his mind screaming at him to stop, to turn around, to just leave, but he wouldn’t. He took a wide step over a hole in the floor. Once in the living room, Shadow could finally see down the hallway. He remembered looking up at someone who took off down the darkness. The short cropped blonde haired man said something before he turned and ran off. Shadow couldn’t remember and it plagued him, His flashlight flickered. Then he heard a voice.
“Freeze,” the voice yelled. “Drop the weapon!”
Panic overtook him as he raised his gun. Shadow cursed himself for letting the cop sneak up on him. He carefully put down his weapon, relinquishing his flashlight as well. Luckily, Shadow was born with great vision. He never needed much light to see anyway. As he listened, Shadow heard the cop cross the same hole, and that he stumbled while doing so. Shadow used this opportunity to draw his gun and spin around, only to be knocked to the ground with a powerful punch. Shadow dropped his chrome Beretta 92fs. As he starts to push himself up the cop, the Morton Mississippi State trooper from before kicked him in the gut, sending Shadow sailing into the wall the living room shared with the master bedroom. Shadow was in shock. Again he tried to get up, only this time the Trooper approached. He tossed down his standard issue with a twisted smile. Shadow struggled but the trooper grabbed Shadow by his throat and pulled him up, then slammed him into one of the studs before he hurled the big man across the room and through a wall on the other side. As Shadow spit blood from his mouth the Trooper slowly crossed the living room.
“Steve,” the Trooper called him. “We have a lot to talk about. After all, tonight is a big night for you.”
Suddenly that sinkhole in Shadow’s stomach burrowed through to the other side of the Earth. As he looked up at his attacker, Shadow saw the Trooper blink. His irises turned a dull pale blue. There was no mistaking it. Shadow’s flashlight bounced off the glass that remained on one of the boarded up windows. His hit the Trooper’s face directly, his eyes shone a dull pale blue. Shadow remembered and his panic overrode his curiosity. Shadow knew who he was.
As Shadow looked up from the floor he could believe his own eyes. The Blue Eyed man stopped walking, standing in the center of the living room and leaned forward. He bowed to Shadow with mocking respect.
“Steve,” Blue Eyes’ voice overflowed with twisted delight. “It’s good to see you again. Sorry it’s been three decades, but I’ve been busy.”
Shadow coughed. He remembered those eyes. Not that face, back then he didn’t have that face. In a flash, Shadow remembered his old room. He didn’t even have to be there to see it. Shadow traveled back to that hot July night. Back then his bedroom was the only room in the house with wooden floors and without a fixture over the bare bulb in the ceiling, like the whole house is now. He had a window that overlooked the back yard and walls that matched the sky blue trim of the house. He liked the color blue. Steve was 5 he had a wooden bunk bed, but did not share the room with any siblings. He slept on the bottom bunk, too afraid he would roll off the top again like he did the night before. That was the first time he ever slept on the bottom bunk. Steve was dreaming, he dreamt he was taking on the world. In this dream the young man felt powerful. He remembered having this dream often. A reoccurring dream from as far back as he could remember.
The dream was always the same. For a long time he hadn’t visited that hilltop. It’s been a life time. On that hilltop Steve stood proudly. Beneath him charged his adversaries and depending on the period he remembered this dream, the armies changed. Sometimes The were the Shredder and Baxter’s robots. Other times they were the Putty Patrollers or maybe monsters from his favorite video games. But most the time they were the bullies, the hounding classmates who made his life hell. Steve felt his anger rising. As the masses surged forth, Steve watched them change. He watched it all change, even himself. He grew with his rage. He aged to this year, all those years forgotten he remembered. The darkness burst forth from the sky overhead as Shadow looked down at the Megastars coming to stop him. His rage at their distrust boiling, no one believed in him. He could do this. He always could. Shadow would not hold back. Nothing would stop him from succeeding.
“You’re remembering again,” Blue Eyes’ voice pierced the veil. “Alright, let it all sink in”
His sick smile cuts Shadow from his dream. He remembers seeing the Blue Eyed man in his bedroom back then. Back then when Shadow awoke from his dream and saw those horrific blue eyes burning through the darkness into his from the center of the bedroom he screamed. This time Shadow didn’t scream.
“You!” He bellowed as he charged Blue Eyes.
Shadow connected with the spear, lifting the smaller man up and driving him down onto the wooden floor of the living room. The boards creaked under the impact as Shadow rolled forward before his attacker could retaliate. Shadow tumbled toward his shotgun. He heard laughter.
“What? You going to shoot me kid?” Blue Eyes said as he was already rolling over to push himself back up.
Shadow gripped the barrel of the shotgun.
“I’m not going to shoot you.” Shadow panted, his heard raced with adrenaline.
He swung for a hole in one. The butt of Shadow’s gun smacked Blue Eye’s chin. It sent him soaring. Blue Eyes wasn’t laughing now as he crashed down through the hole in the floor. A loud cracking collision is heard as Blue Eyes disappears. Shadow’s shotgun snaps the moment it made contact. The grip and barrel break apart while the wooden butt splintered. Without a moment’s hesitation, Shadow spun back toward the front window in the living room. He took off, he didn’t care if the window was boarded up. He leapt through the air and protected his head. Another cracking impact echoes through the night as Shadow sails through the explosion of wood and glass. As he crashed to the patio, Shadow rolled to his shoulder and kept tumbling down to the path to the driveway. Pain ripped through him as he rose, blood trickling from the cuts in his skin caused by the few shards of glass that got lucky enough to tear through his duster. Shadow took off towards his car. He grabbed his keys from their holster and clicked the keyless ignition button. It was worth the money to customize that ’86. Shadow slide across the hood of the car and got inside quickly. He took off into the night without looking back before Blue Eyes could follow.
[glow=silver,9,200] NOW... [/glow]
[shadow=white,left,1200]July 16th, 2012
San Felipe de Neri Parish[/shadow]
San Felipe de Neri Parish[/shadow]
“Thank you for letting me stay here father.” Shadow says politely as he walks with a priest an hour before Meltdown.
“It is perfectly fine my son,” the priest responds. “Kelly said you needed the help.”
Shadow paid good money for her to say that too. He knew he needed a holy place, some place where he would be safe from scrying eyes.
“You’ve done so much,” Shadow starts.
“Nonsense,” the father holds up his hand, stopping Shadow. “I know who you are, and it’s the least I can do.”
Shadow knew Father Roberts wasn’t a wrestling fan. He was glad the old order churches still offered sanctuary. He’d been here ever since last week. Father Roberts spent the week teaching Shadow how to prepare holy sacraments that would hide him from evil. He would be safe to travel wherever he wanted. Sadly, his weekly stops were broadcast on live television every week. So what? He accepted the challenge. Let them all come for him, he was ready.
“I’m just sorry I couldn’t aid you in your research.” Father Roberts apologized.
Shadow told him enough about what he was hiding from. Maybe the Church knew something. But even after making a phonebook’s worth of research and calls, nothing turned up. No one knew of a monster with blue eyes. Shadow was getting ready to leave for Meltdown. He knew the moment he walked out those doors he’d have a bull’s eye on his back. So what? Let them come, let them all come. He would take on the world.
“You tried, that’s all you could do,” Shadow responds. He reaches into the pew and picks up his duffle bag. He pulls his keys out of his pocket. “If you do hear anything, please let me know.”
Father Roberts smiles and nods toward Shadow. They shake hands as Shadow hefts his bag over his shoulder. He walks down the aisle, toward the doors. As Shadow heads off, Father Roberts waves to him.
“Godspeed,” he says as he lowers his hand.
Last week, I accomplished something that defied the odds. I defeated Michael Lively. A lot of people criticize me for that. They denounce me for not waiting. I was pretty pissed Stef wouldn’t get his bitch ass back in the ring. So I took my frustrations out on Michael Lively. Finally, I just got fed up with it and ended the damn match. We could have waited hours for that retard Raab to fight. Unless both Lively and I were down, he wouldn’t lift a finger. So I ended the match before I got super pissed and really hurt Lively. What does that tell you? I beat Michael Lively. That’s the ultimate humiliation for that pompous prick of a pig. I already know I can beat Raab anywhere anytime. Why should I care if he wins the damn belt? Just means I’ll beat him. Opportunities to fight the champion spring up all over on Meltdown. Why should I sweat passing one up? Michael Lively just can’t get over the fact the Usher of Darkness put down the White Lion like a sick animal last week.
Bacon, you little bitch, didn’t I already bounce your ass out of here a few weeks ago. I believe I left your ass in a three way-gay-garbage-sack stack, am I correct? What the hell is your Hermaphroditic Schizophrenic self-doing here? Do you like to fly? I hope so. I’m going to send you sailing into the front row. Say good bye. Dita, I promise you I have nothing to do with this. I keep saying I am not interfering and getting us into matches because I am some crazy stalker ex-boyfriend who wants to be with you! I must be honest. I never thought this might come about. I know you won’t hold back. I won’t either.
Holy hell it’s Carmen Slut-Diego! Not to quote anyone, but “Sup Cunt” pretty much says it all. And the disease you spread, Disgust-burn, you’re in this Battle Royal too. You two were the first ones to see what I have in the tank. When I worked Hopkins on my first match here, I wasn’t mad. I respected him. I don’t respect either of you. Last time we fought, you stole a victory by attacking my friend Dita. Neither of you had the balls to nut up and fight me. Kyle I expected as much from you. Your testicles rotted off a long time ago, but Carmen, I figured your Brazilian Shemale Sack of Sagging Tits would try and jump all on me. I’m not down with that kind of thing. Both of you are the dirty grimy gunk from beneath my toe nails. I’m cleaning my foot tonight.
Why am I cleaning my foot you ask? I clean my feet before a match like this because I’m a sanitary person. I’m meeting a lot of new people tonight. I haven’t worked half the people in this match. Doing this will introduce me to some fun and interesting new people. When I stuff my foot up the first poor soul’s ass, I want it to be hygienic. After that it doesn’t really matter. I will not have time to clean my boot between victims.
Steve Stryker: The wrestler so poor he moonlights at the concession stands. There is a reason you don’t make very much money. It just so happens to be the same reason you were knocked out in the first round of Test for the Best, you suck. I won my last triple threat match. I’ll show you how to properly wrestle a Battle Royal too. I’m going to launch your bald ass like a missile over the top rope. Show me how to land “properly,” by bouncing your face off the barricade. Do you think this is your big chance; the opportunity to make a name for yourself? Not against me kid. You treat the people like crap. This I cannot abide. More importantly you used some nasty words, I have sensitive ears. Your lack of respect just earned you the right for me to launch your ass further than before. Tonight Steve Striker, you’re going to hit man, I’m sorry to all the people in the third row behind the announcers’ table. I’m going to stuff his bald ass into cannon and fertilize the landscape with him.
Speaking of announcements, April twentieth, mark your calendars, I will make that day mean something. Every year on 4-20, Young Mannie will relive the gruesome moment his body fuses with the entryway. Son, drugs do not belong in the ring. You put everyone at risk if you do that and I cannot let you jeopardize anyone’s career. I’m going to eliminate you first. If you ever set foot in the ring with me again, I will tear you in half. You’re walked into the wrong match son. I’m send your ass to rehab.
Dante, you emo Slade Craven wannabe! I get sick just looking at you. It looks like Hot Topic threw up on you and not the men’s department. You didn’t too do well against TJ last week. That’s pretty funny. I am surprised he is not in this match. Seem like he deserved it more than you for planting you like the Marilyn Manson groupie sapling you are. You represent a sham. Hollow insecurities masked by a wall of pain. I’m pure unalterable power. It courses through my veins like lightning. I will eradicate you for your insolence.
Connor, you derogatory highlander from New York, how’s the McCloud clan doing? Did you go to the future and fight the aliens too? Good Heavens. Everyone knows the only Highlander was the first one. I’m executing you tonight. Mitch Miles, welcome to America. You have no idea what you’re pile of shit you just stepped into. I’ll happy show you.
And now to Borderland, “wide fucking open,” is that your asshole you talking about bitch? You spread it open you sick freak? You make me sick, running around with that toothless blowjob giving Jason Kash. Makes perfect sense, you two are made for each other. You’re back in APW just like myself and Michael Lively. That’s fine. Welcome back, now I’m airmailing your ass back to California. Shane, I have this bad feeling, that just because your name is Shane, when I cast your ass from the ring tonight back into the depths of hell your re-entry is going to be painful. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
I like Battle Royals, they offer me the opportunity to make new friends. So to all my new opponents, I’m Shadow, Get out of my ring.
