Life is Cruel: "Hell hath no fury, like I do."

[Victor Hades]

Life is Cruel:

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"Hell hath no fury, like I do"[/color]

Bow down I'm invincible tonight
I'm alive
Take a look into my eyes
This time I'ma take you for a ride
I'm invincible tonight

Believe me
You've never met a mother fucker like me
Bet you've never seen the things that I've seen
Bottled up inside this time
Cause I'm taking back my life

I'm rising up
I've had enough

I'm feeling invincible tonight
I'm alive
Take a look into my eyes
This time I'ma take you for a ride
I'm invincible tonight
I'm feeling invincible tonight
I'm alive
Take a look into my eyes
This time I'ma take you for a ride
I'm invincible tonight [/center]

Hades Journal:
Monday-November 23, 2009

"I find it amusing how gullible these people can be, how easy they are to mind-wash. People don't like to be meddled with. We tell them what to do, what to think, don't run, don't walk. We're in their homes and in their heads and we haven't the right. We're meddlesome. We entertain them, we break our bodies for them, we risk our lives for them, and these people we do not even know. I will never understand such a thing, we risk so much for so many yet at what cost, a paycheck? In my mind I hear myself screaming-"fuck that!" These people wouldn't piss on fire to put me out, not that I could hardly blame them...because I would do the same."

"I'm beginning to question the path I have chosen, things aren't yet what they seem but here I still march-blinded. Blinded by rage, hatred, greed, a lust for blood and violence, and my absolute goal to slaughter my way to the top… This Shadow that's lingered around me still remains, a nuisance, a pestering fly that needs to be swatted. I feel this need in my veins, streaming through my cold blood to purge this menace from my path. I know there is no chance, not a fucking snowball's chance in hell he can win this war. I won't allow it; I won't allow my risk of reaching the top to be jeopardized by that overgrown son of a bitch."

"I've got more than enough tools at my disposal to teach this feeble-minded fuck a lesson this time, and I'm not just talking about these rock-solid fists to bury him in the canvas. This time I have an unstoppable force at my side, an untouchable evil that precedes anything I've encountered. The reigning APW World Champion, Level-One standing beside me for one night to put these two maggot-looking, shit-staining, cock-swallowers back in their rightful place. Tonight Victor Hades unlocks the chains to the caged animal, tonight its redemption-tonight...you put your fucking money where your mouth is. While I choke the life from you till you're blue in the face...bitch."

A faded and blurred vision that never rests, the beast that never sleeps and continues to haunt every memory, every thought, and every dream...

Beating sounds of a racing heartbeat strike the ground, pulsing at an alarming rate against the rock solid chest. Pushing and pumping to break through bone, muscle, and skin as it pounds harder and harder. Weary and aching as he struggles to adjust his will to see, he merely forces himself to squint those eyelid muscles open to find him self lost. Brushing the sweaty palms of his cold hands against the smooth surface, which now registers in his mind as a familiar foundation he has encountered before. Scanning his dark pupils through thin, long dark strands of hair around his surroundings, only to find himself alone in the cold and desolate squared-circle known to him as "home", his very own Devil's playground...

Pushing his tired and screaming in pain arm muscles into position, while he pushes his upper torso up from the canvas he winces. Allowing a small breath of air to slip between his cold placid lips as he grunts in motion, climbing slightly disoriented to his feet...

Lucas-"Hello Victor…"

A spine-tingling, hair-raising and familiar voice slithers in from behind him without notice catching him off his guard. As he struggles almost to spin around in motion, facing the man who's been haunting his presence for some time.

Victor Hades-"You...you! Why are you following me, you haven't helped me, leave me the fuck alone!"


Hades grabs strands of his hair pressing his hands to his head before gesturing his hands forward curling his fingertips. Strangling the void that is nothing but air before him, gritting his teeth frustrated as the small hairs along his forearms begin to rise. Standing shirtless in a black and gray pair of track pants before the man he dealt with, the man who continues to provoke him.

Lucas-"You were born to do what no man has the ability to reach, you have a power beyond that so-called "limitation", open your eyes and see it for yourself Victor! Stop denying what you ARE, stop hiding from the truth before you-now reach out and TAKE what rightfully belongs to you…!"

Victor Hades-"Fuck you-I won't...I won't do it!"

Lucas-"Well, it seems you persist on believing differently, I suppose I'll just have to find ways of provoking you to see otherwise. You brought this upon yourself remember that Victor, for I cannot control what you have forced me to do next."

Victor Hades-"What the hell are you talking about?!"

Lucas-"I'm talking about bringing you to better understand your true potential, that fire that burns deep inside you waiting to be unleashed. The damned and tortured soul inside of you continuing to try clawing its way out, an evil which I will help you unleash upon this cruel world...this...Hell."

Lucas sparks a small smirk that crawls up one side of his face, a menacing look that is all too familiar to a man as sadistic as Victor.

Victor Hades-"No, fuck you asshole-you leave me the hell out of this...this...thing you're planning. You find someone else to do your fucking dirty work. I'm finished; I'm not doing this shit and humiliating myself and my career anymore. See ya'."

Victor waves a hand up shoulder level and turns aside to move past Lucas towards the ropes, only to freeze as Lucas rests a hand on Victor's shoulder. The sizzling sounds of burning flesh begin to bubble and boil through a small trickle of steam, rising up between Lucas' cold and wrinkled fingertips.

Lucas-"I don't think so-you see, we made a deal Victor...you aren't going anywhere. You are going to do exactly what I fucking tell you WHEN I tell you. Play along and you just might live long enough to see the golden glimmer of a Championship, hell, maybe even soon enough a World Championship?"

Lucas whispers standing angled facing the right side of Victor, whose lip twitches as he furrows his eyebrows. While a grimacing expression wipes down his face taking over, feeling the unbearable burning sensation tear through his flesh and into his veins.

Lucas-"It's all a part of the plan you see, I'm going to take you to the top myself even if it means stringing you and dragging you kicking and screaming along the way. Forget what any mindless opponents you'll come to face say; they're nothing more than insects among gods. I've already kept your friend tagging along this week closely affiliated as well-don't worry. I'm sure I'll have to drop in and pay him a visit as well."

Victor slowly drops to his knees as he grunts deeper under his breath, carefully beginning to almost convulse as he tightens his fists. The steam rising from beneath Lucas' hand begins to grow as Lucas' tone grows louder, and Victor's groans match the volume.

Victor Hades-"Who...the hell...are you?"

Victor cries out between his agonizing groans as the blistering pain in his shoulder spreads, slowly tilting his head to glance at Lucas over his shoulder. Who simply leans over with a smirk just seconds before giving a hintful wink...

Lucas-"Not to worry...you'll find out soon enough..."

Lucas' hand leaves Victor's shoulder as he feels his body give free, falling to the canvas only to awaken shooting upright from a cushioned bed beneath him.

Victor snapping his tattooed left hand across his chest onto his burning right shoulder nearly screams gasping for air, only to find no burn or scar of any kind. Feeling his jacked heart rate pounding away into his chest he scans his surroundings once again, an empty hotel room much like the same waking nightmare he's seen before, until the bathroom door opens...

Angela-"Hey, you're awake..."

Victor wipes his fingertips over one side of his face before glancing around the room, as he turns his attention back to Angela with a puzzled look.

Victor Hades-"How did I end up here?"

Muttering in a rough, soft and quiet tone as he blinks, adjusting his weary eyes to the lighting of the room before adjusting his shoulders.

Angela-"Well, the flight attendant caught you smoking in the bathroom-and before you could get to your seat you fainted… So after we landed they checked you out and I brought you here."

Angela mutters softly sitting beside the edge of the bed with her back against Victor's leg, brushing a few strands of her brunette hair behind her ears.

Victor Hades-"The last thing I remember was..."

Victor grumbles feeling an overwhelming "headache" rush to his skull before clamping a hand to his forehead, as a series of flashes rush through his mind. Jesse Nunez's image in the mirror, Jesus' the old Mexican man he's encountered, brawling with Shadow, and finally a demonic grin upon the face of Lucas before a sudden jolt rushes through his body as he gasps.

Angela-"Are you okay?"

Victor nods and slowly glances back at Angela.

Victor Hades-"Yeah, yeah I guess I just don't remember..."

The frightening truth was Victor could remember everything; the only thing more frightening was he could only wait to find out how much deeper all of this madness would soon go...

[ To be continued... ]

"If you think a few bumps, a few upsets, a few broken promises, or anything that's happened changes anything-you're dead wrong bitch."

Let the cold-blooded massacre begin...

"I dug into the past, I kicked up some rocks, and pulled out some old graves, hell I dug into his closet but I searched deep into my sources nevertheless. I had searched around, dug up a little dirt and let me tell you this truly is something. A man who proclaims he's Jesus when really there isn't anything "Godly" about him, except to him maybe his mockery and twisted comebacks that only he laughs at. Then there is the recent news under his resume' of course, beating BDC like a dog before walking him up and down that ring on a leash...literally. So maybe aside from a contract renewal that was the spark that lit a fire under his ass, the problem with that is ANYONE-even Chris Cyrus could have won that match. While you've been using old, degenerate, crippled wash-ups as doormats and dominating the jobber scene-I've been busy."


"I took on the AKA, I already faced the number one contender Pence, and I've already ended the career of Jesse Nunez. Sure, there hasn't been much to brag about, but I assure you to the 'Victor' go the spoils. Glory is coming and I intend to obtain it by any means necessary, whether it be ending another man's life, cheating to win, or simply walking up behind an enemy...and stabbing them in the heart..."

"You see Lively, people like you, Shadow, Pence, and even Jesse Nunez rolling in his grave right now as I speak, quite undeniably hate me. Simply because everything men like Biggs, Level-One, and I have said has been right, everything I've said has come true and you people can't bear the thought of it. While I spit this intoxicating, venomous fire that burns each and every one of your skin, the only thing you can sum up, the only shit foaming at your mouth you can spew, the only words you can muster up-is the same old fabricated bullshit. The Hot Topic clichés, the "scary guy" everyone isn't afraid of, the promo shoots, and maybe an insult or two. COME ON you have got to be fucking kidding me, were you stupid fucks born and raised in a barn? I hope you had been because it truly appears as though your balls dropped off somewhere, left behind to rot before being ran over by a steam-raging, high-speed, freight train like me or Level-One."

"Audacious accusations, witty catchphrases, and this so-called "Higher" complex you babble on about is all you have anymore at your disposal. This garbage is your super glue, and it's holding the very foundation of your shitty career together. That's all you've fucking got left Lively, a shitty career molded and beaten together like a fucked up science project. That ignorant, cocky, jackass mentality of yours is the only thing it is still holding together. Aside from that you have nothing left and clearly the APW doesn't need you to exist, it ran this long without you around-I'm sure after a career ending spill it could do just fucking dandy. See, those fans though dumb enough to believe shit that people like that merchandise whore Nunez and a tool like you throw at them, aren't as quite stupid as you give them credit for."

"They see through the flamboyant bullshit, the catchphrases, the over-done material, and the rest of your lack of talent. These people know shit when they smell it, and clearly they don't need you, your hooded clan shtick, and your feces eating contests, or your chinked-out beady-eyed sour mug any longer. Not to worry though Mikey, I've been waiting to give my bloody knuckles here a good cracking on that jaw of yours. Just tickling myself at the idea of how many ways I can break it to pieces, and then watch you attempt talk your way out of it later with it wired shut. It's come to statistics when you look at the names in this match Lively, and in this batch the statistics are STACKED one-sided. Level-One and myself need no partnership, no double-team requirements, or a "buddy system" the AKA jerk off to in order to beat you. No you see, now it's down to Swine Flu, H1N1, Kidney Stones, a painful muscle cramp in the legs, and maybe some pulled-back muscles to be your only chances of winning. You've been waiting for that career-defining moment, Lively? Sorry this isn't it, it's just a painful, bone-cracking, jaw-shattering, blood-spilling ass-kicking you're locked in tight for. No restarts, no mulligans, no second chances, no extra lives, no free-bees, just the simple inevitable. Your ass being royally handed to you on a silver fucking platter..."

"Served up next to that Thanksgiving feast of an ass-kicking is another poor, poor, dumb son of a bitch whose scrawny neck I've been waiting to get my hands around again. Pence, I don't feel there is much more I can say that you aren't ready for simply because I know you've felt the near worst. I know you think you can side-step my threats, my accusations, but we both know you can't avoid the truth. The truth that I've fired into your heart before in front of these fans, the truth that sparked that anger in your mind, the truth that well-really fucking hurts, doesn't it? Twist it up, down, and into a knot or any way you'd like, but you and I both know everything I've said up to this point is on the fucking nose. Must be difficult with a sick, sadistic, mind-throbbing, and cold-hearted asshole like me or Level-One in your face every week shocking you with it all, huh? Must be hard going to sleep at night realizing your failures, your short-comings, and your meaningless victories that amounted to nothing. I bet that just stings you right in the ass when you think about it, doesn't it? See jackasses like you and Shadow have nothing but delayed comebacks; you haven't got SHIT on violent, blood-thirsty, rabid motherfuckers like me. You have to wait to hear the first thing that comes from my mouth, just to wait longer to sum up a half-assed, half-way decent comeback that’s barely worth hearing."

"You know I may have been wrong before to ever think giving it half the effort, half my potential, and half the trash-talk to wipe stains like you out of the picture. This is just a minor set-back that had me pinned, it had me frozen, it had me quite literally in a stand-still with my motives. Now I've just seen no other reason to hold back this anger, this boiling hatred ready to overflow, and spread like wild-fire throughout this fucking company. You can rant on a victory in which you DIDN'T pin me, you can gloat about a match that was of no importance to anyone, and you can say anything to turn the table. The FACT is motherfucker, you weren't shit then, you weren't shit holding the World title, you weren't shit after, and you aren't shit now. The FACT is Pence...you're just plain old...SHIT..."

"You failed to take notion of anything I've accomplished throughout my career elsewhere; I can't urge you to start now. What I can tell you to do is to shove that thick-head of yours between Lively's legs, rub his nut sack on your head for good luck, then wrap around and kiss his and your ass good-bye. That is, if you don't make the same mistake you both have before and end up with your heads up your own asses-if not each other's. I've got my fire scorching red hot ready to burn anyone ready to play, and you know what happens when you play with fire."

"Overdrive won't be the biggest match ever shown on television, it won't be the most memorable, and it won't be the most exciting. What Overdrive will be, is the night Pence Weatherlight and Michael Lively get sent home with a shattered spirit, broken dignity, a tarnished reputation, a few tread marks from where our boots kicked their ass, and the male-bonding company to comfort one another over the tear-jerking loss they'll be crying and bitching over for weeks to come. Bring anything you've fucking got and anything you've said a hundred times before, just don't go crying home to mamma when you piss yourselves in the ring. Speaking of your mothers, give those crack-dealing whores a call for me, tell them to get supper ready...I'm hungry."
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[ Fade to fucking black. ]

I'll break you a hundred different ways
And I'll make you remember my face
Thought that I would let you leave
It's hard to stop what you can't see

I'm rising up
I've had enough

I'm feeling invincible tonight
I'm alive
Take a look into my eyes
This time I'ma take you for a ride
I'm invincible tonight
I'm feeling invincible tonight
I'm alive
Take a look into my eyes
This time I'ma take you for a ride
I'm invincible tonight

I'm feeling invincible tonight
I'm alive
Take a look into my eyes
This time I'ma take you for a ride
I'm invincible