Life is Cruel: "When Hell freezes over."

[Victor Hades]

Life is Cruel:
"When Hell freezes over"

I am be dangerous now
Not me hurt when stairs fell down
Be pushed by you me hit head
Me nose broke
Soon you be dead
Soon you be dead

So strong, my face is
You punch, break fingers
Kick me, you're limping
Stab me, you're bleeding
I am be dangerous now
You throwing rock at me
Hit eye and it no hurt me
I'm strong
You're not
You're not

I'm making time for fighting
I'm clearing time for hitting
We'll meet and I will beat you
Our schedules permitting
I pick out fighting outfit
Don't want my pants too tight
Need clothes to breathe to beat you
You'll be beaten down tonight

Hades Journal:
Tuesday-December 1, 2009


"This descent into the darkest parts of what I'm willing to show this world has merely begun, and yet these people continue to ask me when enough is finally enough. Sometimes I wish I had an answer to ease their minds, simply so their bickering and moaning would flea from the very sight of me. The truth is I have found no end to this road I am on, this road of destruction I've began to pave. Fear they say is the mother of morality, certainly these people I've faced have either come to fear me or defy me, which only leaves me with one option. To put the fear in them, to bruise their egos, to shatter their dreams, to kill their hopes, and to simply break their pride to pieces..."

"Yet no one can understand the horror I've seen, no one can remotely grasp the pain I have endured. So they label me an outsider, an outcast, an oddity of nature by default. A sadistic animal they call me, well if an animal is what I am then an animal I shall be. I will show this cruel fucking world what a blood thirsty animal I am, and just exactly what this blood thirsty animal can do. Make no mistake about it and suffer no delusions, this is going to redefine the meaning of "Sadistic" when I'm finished. This is just merely the beginning...is the world ready for that?"

"Still, I cannot ignore the "demon" haunting my eyes when I sleep, when I work, when I eat, when I piss, this motherfucker is everywhere. He speaks so highly of my potential skill as though it is a gift, while I just hurt people for my own pure amusement. I still take time to ask myself though, what if this brain-washing, albino-looking, make-up wearing lunatic is right. What if there is more to my past than I can realistically recall what if there is an explanation to my strength and knowledge of war?"

"I'll find my answers one way or another, even if it means I have to get my hands on God himself. Then after I'm done putting Pence Weatherlight in his place, and making him truly and quite simply wish he had never crawled out of Hurricane Jeff's ass, Shadow is next. I'm going to have that over-grown hunch-backed jackass screaming louder than any symphony orchestra has ever reached."

"I want the blood-stained glory, I want my retribution, I want my throne that shadows over these feeble-minded inferiors. I want to show them Victor Hades is no joke, I want them to REMEMBER the pain he can cause-and not just physically. I'm going to bring every last piece of shit down from this roster, and I am going to put them right where they belong with everything else. Tomorrow night, the world will finally see there are no walls around me, no lines I won't cross, no boundaries I won't overstep, and no limits to what a cruel, cold-blooded, maniacal son of a bitch like me can really do."

Hair black with rainbow lights in it from the sunlight gleaming in through the window upon it, like a crow's feathers, like liquid, too soft and fine for normal hair. Eyes that appear to look almost black, fathomless-and full of strange lights reflecting upon them and have a tendency to fill the universe...

Comfortably staying warm underneath a black and white "APW Christmas Chaos" hoodie and a pair of worn-down denim jeans, which stretch down the lower torso of his frame… Hovering the palms of his hands around a small cup of hot coffee, as he locks eyes with what can only be described as an 'Angel' sitting across from him. Growing a soft and gentle smile across the left-side of his cheek as he locked eyes with Angela, who replied with one of her own sipping her cappuccino…

They had only known each other for a short time, yet a strange feeling of attraction had slowly begun to grow between them. A woman so warm and pure of heart could not know, she simply could not understand the cold and horrifying life he had grown from. What possibly could such a beautiful and caring woman such as her even possibly see in an out of control monster, such as him?

No, he couldn't think of any possible answer to such a bashful question he would dwell upon, but time always has a way of revealing such mysterious answers.


Angela-"So tell me V, who are you...really?"

Her tender and cat-like green eyes gazing back at him, anticipating some kind of truth behind his life. As he slowly lowers his head for a moment as if debating whether or not to answer, carefully lifting his head an inch to see her smile.

Victor Hades-"I am who I am; I'm a professional wrestler...though I've done my time in the past. I've tried to turn my life around since by turning to wrestling, it's really all I have. It's kept me away from old habits and bad memories; it's what I do for a living."

Victor manages to express a small shrug, appearing to not dig too deep into detail about his past or his old "habits" as he calls them. The killing of innocent men he was "lead to believe" had been sinners of his "religion" he protected, The Sindicate. An organized cult, which rebelled against the government in order to spread their message as an open invitation to the world to join their cause... as well as other religions believing in things such as world peace yet still struggling to prevent war. The Sindicate religion he followed was about war and surviving, believing in only scientific facts instead of passed-on "writings" and "knowledge" of "supernatural" and "spiritual" beliefs.

Angela-"What kind of old habits were you trying to get away from?"

Angela asks politely, slowly tilting her head as she pulls a hand back into her long, light brown locks of hair resting her hand to her cheek. Seemingly interested as she wraps her wool purple sweater around herself, placing her free arm around her stomach and resting it in her lap.

Victor Hades-"I've done some bad things, some pretty terrible things in my life; I guess you could say... I've been hoping to get enough redemption to ensure my... retirement."

Victor mumbles a bit having now almost revealed his darkest secrets to a woman he hardly knows, lowering his head staring at the cup of hot coffee.

Angela-"Retirement? From wrestling…?"

She asks softly.

Victor Hades-"I've served my time and done some pretty awful and inhumane things before Angela, there's only one retirement home for people like...me..."

Victor struggles, but manages to finally get the words out. Sitting quiet for a moment as she appears to have taken his words in Angela begins to slowly nod, and keeps her attention on Victor.

Angela-"You're trying to buy your way back into Heaven..."

Angela carefully spits the words out as they come to her, slowly pointing her index finger in Victor's direction as he looks up at her. Appearing to have noticed she may be understanding all of this much better than he anticipated, which made it less odd for him to endure.

Victor Hades-"I turned away from all of that; I became something more even though it still haunts me every day of my life. It's something I've come to life with; after all it is a part of my life now. Those sorts of things just don't go away, and people like me just don't pretend that they don't exist-we come to... "Harbor" them."

Angela appearing slightly confused as she slightly bites along the tip of her index finger shakes her head.

Angela-"But I don't understand, you're saying that as if there is no Heaven to reach, it doesn't make sense-actually none of it does. There is no such thing as the Devil and Hell, no... It’s not that complex. You don't think a man beats his wife to death, or a mother drowns her baby, or a boy shoots up a school, and has no reason? You believe that... "The Devil" is responsible?"

Angela slowly shakes her head at the thought, and smiles in disbelief thinking of it as simply nothing other than nonsense.

Angela-"People... are responsible V, people."

Victor places a hand over his face for a moment as if trying to hide the slight amusement, before rubbing the palm of his hand gently down his face. Looking back at Angela for a moment just before flashing a slight smirk...

Victor Hades-"Okay-okay you're right you have a point, we are all born capable of some very terrible things..."

Victor pauses for a moment realizing he's pointed out himself, and quickly continues so not to make it too obvious.

Victor Hades-"Then sometimes something else comes along and gets inside our minds, whispering in our ears and gives us just the right nudge..."

Victor nods carefully.

Angela-"Look, V, I don't believe in the Devil...I never have...and I simply never will."

Suddenly as Angela begins to take a sip of her cappuccino, the glass explodes and shatters along the table and floor. Hot liquid stings her tongue as she jolts back and the cappuccino splashes, covering her wool sweatshirt and black spandex pants.

Victor Hades-"Whoah!"

Angela-"Oh shit!"

Victor rises from his chair as Angela holds her arms up, now showing some embarrassed and disappointed behavioral gestures. Realizing she has just stained yet another new sweatshirt as she hurries to dry the coffee stains...

Angela-"I-I-I don't how that-I just bought this a week ago, damnit..."

Angela tries to gather her thoughts unsure of what she had done, yet only appearing to be concerned about her sweatshirt at the moment.

Victor Hades-"Here..."

Victor hands Angela a towel, as she smiles and turns to run to the bathroom... Meanwhile, fellow occupants and waitresses stare and watch having witnessed a coffee glass explode in a woman's hand, as Victor scans the room glaring back. As fellow customers resume their business, having caught Victor's threatening stare, Victor's eyes fall upon a familiar face standing outside the diner. A pale-faced man in a flashy all-black tuxedo of some kind grins painfully ear to ear in shear pleasure. Staring straight back at Victor before giving a playful wink, and gesturing Victor to come outside...

Victor Hades-"You son of a bitch...!"

Victor growls under his breath shoving the diner front door open, as he storms outside getting directly face to face with Lucas. Who stands appearing to be pleased with his fancy work, nodding in response to Victor's direct statement with a smirk.

Lucas-"Yes, my mother was... and my father too, although he was always more of a cold-hearted bastard anyway."

Victor's arms and fists tense up as he hears Lucas' callous and careless response, flaring up somewhat in frustration before lashing out at Lucas in front of the diner.

Victor Hades-"She could have been badly hurt!"

Victor barks angered and upset as he curls his fingertips into a tight fist, while Lucas remains still with a callous smile. Beginning to grow a puzzled look as he slightly sniffs the air, and wrinkles his eyebrows before looking back at Victor.

Lucas-"That...smell... do I detect sympathy coming from you, Victor Hades? Surely you aren't growing soft for these insects, this woman... are you?"

Victor hesitates staring back at Lucas, having realized he's made a point Victor remains silent and narrows his eyes glaring right into Lucas' ice cold, light blue piercing eyes.

Lucas-"I knew you were growing weak around this feminine presence, maybe a little warm-up before your encounter with that pester Mister Weatherlight should fix you up."

Lucas smirks, simply folding his sleeved arms carefully over his chest with a pleased look as Victor remains still and confused.

Victor Hades-"What the fuck are you talking about; I'm not going anywhere or doing anything...let alone for a piece of shit like you."

Lucas slowly shakes his head while gesturing a "tsk" sound between his lips, seconds before growing a small grin looking back at Victor. Gently crackling his neck to one side before brushing the palms of his hands together as he looks around, clearing his throat before stepping closer to Victor.

Lucas-"Y'see Victor, you really don't have much of a choice you see, I can control and make you do absolutely anything I want you to do. Just as I can do with anyone else, anywhere, at any... given...time."

Lucas turns his head towards a small handful of people approaching Victor and Lucas in the distance, a female police officer, a muscular-looking construction worker, two men in business suits, and a pizza delivery driver.

Lucas-"Now be a good sport and go show me what you do best, or your little new "love interest" just might taken another unexpected... "spill", we wouldn't want that now would we?"

Victor peers back over his shoulder facing the violent-looking mob approaching glaring at Lucas, and grits his teeth in frustration.

Victor Hades-"I took apart that sack of shit Weatherlight and Lively last week just fine without your help, I can take Pence on again this week just fine. I'm not a quitter, I never quit-if it's me you want you're going to need more than a fucking mob."

Victor grumbles as Lucas leans along his shoulder and smiles, whispering a few words softly into his ear before pointing towards the mob approaching...

Lucas-"Oh, I don't know about that..."

The violent and brainwashed mob rushes Victor, who stands his ground and braces himself as he grows in a angered manner.

Victor Hades-"You stupid motherfuckers want a piece of me-bring it!"

Hades screams as the police officer is the first to strike, swinging her night stick baton at Victor's throat who sidesteps. Grasping the nightstick, before taking his other arm and throwing an elbow-jolting the woman's head back as he breaks her nose. Spinning around as he rips the nightstick from her hand and cracks the metal stick into the woman's forehead, sending her immediately to the ground. Stepping aside Hades quickly catches the massive-sized construction worker charging, wielding a large monkey-wrench in hand as he swings away. Clanking metal together igniting sparks like a sword fight, Hades duels the large beast of a man. Before lunging in with a heavy right hand, echoing the impact off the large man's jaw who doesn't even budge.

Victor Hades-"Aw'..shit...."

Hades wrinkles his face into a mere frown, as the behemoth construction worker grins and cracks a left hook into Hades' stomach. Before grasping a handful of his hooded sweatshirt and flings Hades into the air, which sends Hades flying several feet into the distance crashing into a parked car. The remaining mob mongers rush over and begin to swing and kick at Victor, who tries to fend them off best he can.

Lucas-"Not quite the animal I believed you were, Hades. I guess those people like this Shadow, Pence, and Lively were right-you truly are a pathetic excuse for a use of talent."

Lucas mutters in the distance in a smug-like tone as he scoffs, which sends Hades off as he screams snapping upwards to his feet. Turning to a man dressed as a pizza delivery and snaps a hard kick into the man's gut, before thrusting him head-first into the car's passenger windshield. The two men appearing to be lawyers pound into Hades, who blocks a few shots and absorbs the other painful blows. Headbutting one of them, before leaping into the air and spinning towards the other-cold clocking the other with a thunderous Pelee kick.

Lucas-"Hmm, impressive after all."

Lucas grumbles to himself.

Meanwhile Victor turns back to the towering construction worker still left standing, anticipating the giant's hands lunging towards his frame. Ducking the giant's massive arms swiping the air for his throat, Victor ducks and snaps a powerful haymaker into the man's groin.

[ Crack! ]

The impact radiates somewhat of a crunching sound as the large man doubles over, meanwhile Hades hunches over and grabs hold of the Monkey Wrench left lying on the ground. Getting a small running start after measuring the giant up, and connecting with a spine-chilling, bloody final blow to the man's head.

Lucas-"Executed like a true villain."

Lucas grumbles, as a now blood-stained Hades from head to toe, slowly turns back to Lucas. Bloodshot eyes locked fiercely upon the "man" before him as he breathes heavily...

Lucas-"Now you're ready."

[ To be continued... ]

Wednesday Night Overdrive Promo

"Very touching words last time, do you want me to imitate a violin?"

"Were you worried, Pence? Afraid we might be doomed to repeat the past? Isn't that why you play your little game I'm a Main-Event jobber? That is after all what you are, you didn’t need me to prove that last week-you just simply had to go down looking like a little resentful bitch. Sure, Level-One did secure us the victory, but that is what tag team matches are for after all. It takes two to tango, and I simply gave it my all to see to it you two didn’t walk out of that match standing. Level-One did his job and I did mine, the facts are whether you admit it or not-your ass dropped the ball."

"I was impressed with your bitching and moaning-crybaby reaction though, I will admit I have to give you that. I'll give it a six. Missing style, but I was pleasantly surprised. Very good with the whole face thing, it was good. It’s too bad your boys had to spoil the fun and all, but it isn’t like there was much they could have done. After all I’m sure the reason they showed up late was because they were too busy anyway, chasing some pig around backstage trying to get laid after several months of getting tired of each other in the same bed on the road."

"That brings me to my next question Pence, when are you going to stop living “up here” and start living “down there” where you belong? When are you going to get your thick-fucking head out of the clouds, and realize you do not belong up here? No, it is not me who doesn’t belong-it is you asshole! Answer me this Pence, when was the last REAL-memorable singles competition you had in the Main-Event? When was the last real Main-Event title match on Overdrive you walked away a victor? Hm, well there was that match you had against me before-but we all know I still have your number."

(Holds up the middle finger)

"Don’t worry; you’re only the number one jackass in this book."

"See Pence, unlike you I am more of an intellectual if you will where as your short-tempered ass is an impetuous, impulsive nit-wit...to say the least. I am an opportunist where as you are a vulture, picking up the scraps and taking credit for such a waste. I am a fearless individual where as in the ring you are a coward Pence, you seek any high road at your disposal you can weasel your way into. No Pence, we are two different people and unlike you, I am nothing like anything you have faced before. The old form of Victor Hades withered away and became something new, and now you can open your own eyes and see the hell that awaits you-a sadistic, maniacal, cynical, diabolical, clearly logical, cold-blooded son of a bitch."

"I am undeniably a master of violence Pence, there is no equal when it comes to bringing a whole ‘nother level of inflicting pain like I do. No one can match my arsenal of tactics, my unmatched in-ring finesse, not you, not that blonde-haired "Disney Beast" Shadow, no one. Do you understand that you igsignifi-cunt little fucking egomaniac, it doesn’t matter who has done what in their time, who they’ve beaten, or where the fuck they came from. What matters is what happens the second that bell rings, and you stare across the ring at a man willing to go to any lengths, any means, any limits, simply to hurt you at any cost. What matters is the man left standing after a hellacious, bone-cracking, death-defying battle between two warriors and only one walks out alive-Victor Fucking Hades."

"You’ve ran your crying, bitching, moaning, and groaning mouth for so long about how "Hades can pretend to be the Devil this" and "Hades is a Hot Topic cliché" that, yet who the fuck are you to talk, claiming yourself to be a Reaper of sorts? Pence, the only "Reaping" you have done in your career here in the APW, is scream upon deaf ears of those who don’t want to listen, and reap the rewards of being the biggest upset in the history of the World Title division. How many title shots have you taken against Level-One, how many chances have you had and unmistakably BLOWN every last one out of the water? Do you know why a man like me has not obtained such a prize, why a man like me has not gathered a resume such as Level-One? Because an arrogant, pencil-neck sized, "Daddy’s Boy" named Max Carter, didn’t book the god damn match. Max Carter knows, if he books Victor Hades, there won’t be competition. I exposed his favorites thus far, I showed "Jesse Nunez" wasn’t SHIT, as everyone knew and believed. I’ve shown that Michael Lively is nothing more than "Michael Lively", a name and a face with a fancy pose. Though I am anxiously awaiting a simple one on one encounter to prove what I say is in fact true. I’ve also shown that Shadow is a steroid pumping, mouth foaming, antagonist bitching, wait-you know what? I’ll just find out the rest about Shadow from his mother for a dollar tomorrow. But you Pence-I’ve shown YOU, are a spineless coward who lives off other opinions, and molds them to your own ammunition. Here’s some advice, go home and pick up your big boy toys and think on it. Like the saying goes, ‘here's a pencil, go home, write some shit, make it suspenseful; and don't come back 'til somethin' flawless hits you. Fuck it, you can take the microphone home with you."

"Pence, I've been waiting for this opportunity for a very, very, long time and now it has finally arrived. My time, my shining moment, my doorway into the rightful place in the Main-Event picture. It needs no stepping stone, no right of passage, no "open says-a-me" bullshit. It just needs a time and place to happen, that time is now and it will begin in that very ring tonight. I'm going to push myself to the fucking limit if I need to, but you will not see your arm raised tonight-no. I'll rip it from your fucking socket if it means keeping you from winning tonight. I need this more than you will ever know, beyond what you could possibly comprehend. Tonight Pence, I welcome you properly into the Devil's Playground for the most excruciating and horrifying ten minutes of your unnatural life."

"Unlike you I don't need to sit around waiting all night to hear a damn thing you have to say, needless to mention it I could give a flying rat's ass what you have to say. I don't need to wait around so I can sum up some witty-comeback, or an opportunity to twist and turn some harsh and cold words around, no. All I need is a fucking camera and a microphone, and enough time to deliver you the cold hard truth known as "brutal honesty" right to your ass on a silver fucking platter. You've heard it before I know, and since I'm well aware you have I'll just fucking have to beat it into your head once more to refresh your memory. That is of course hoping, I don't beat, bruise, batter, bloody, and bludgeon your body beyond the point to where you suffer severe memory loss. Because the last time I checked-you forgot one thing...you still ultimately SUCK."

"You can either be the sheep of the herd and follow what everyone else says, that I’m a joke, that I do not belong, that I am wrong, and that I am no different, and I will prove you terribly fucking wrong-because I’m the wolf in sheep’s clothing. Then there is your only other option, you can cower your way to that fucking ring as the chicken-feathered little shit you are, and you can face the butcher’s meat-cleaver and face your fucking downfall. Stepping into the ring one more time with me, ready to go toe to toe and knock your scrawny ass back down to reality. The reality is Pence, I am better than you and I cannot wait to shock the world once again and prove it to ever last delusionist, nay-sayer, and dumbass moron suffering idiocracy who believes you can beat me again. I won’t allow it; I won’t suffer the same fucking fate twice. I’ll let John Green come back and face me a million times over only to job to me before I let you beat me again."

"Tonight I put your Main-Event jobbing ass back in your rightful place in this company, tonight I tell the world Victor Hades is no dark-horse, no joke, no fairytale of fairytales…because Pence, the only fairytale is the lie you’re continuing to live. Tonight Pence, I’m going to reenact your little fairytale for you up close and personal in that ring, but the only difference tonight Pence-there won’t be any happy ending...for you."

I'm making time for fighting
I think it's time to beat you
I think it's good decision
That I destroy and teach you
You put on very fast shoes
And try to run away
I'm very strong and last though
You're going down today

You're so fucking weak
I'm so fucking strong
THAT'S RIGHT
You're so fucking weak
I'm so fucking strong
THAT'S RIGHT
You're so fucking weak
I'm so fucking strong
THAT'S RIGHT
You're so fucking weak
I'm so fucking strong
THAT'S RIGHT