The Black Book: "Bringing forth the Reckoning."

[Victor Hades]

The Black Book:
Chapter IV
"Bringing forth the Reckoning."

Time had passed and wounds had been healed since tasting the bitterness of defeat, but Hades blurred vision had centered and his mind become clear. Pressing onward and moving past mistakes as a well-taught lesson and fueling the fire with knowledge was all he needed. For a few days things had appeared to be just like the old days on the road, until things turned into unsuspecting circumstances...

*SPLASH*

A large bucket of cold water sends a freezing wave of nerves shooting through his body into a frenzy, as he gasps for air looking around in a panic. As Hades comes to consciousness from the rush of running water striking him in the face, causing him to catch his breath. The shower running cold made him realize he had been drifting off into sleep, which wasn't a good sign as his body had been taking its toll. The effects of it causing his mind to stirr, the difference between dreaming and reality...

Faintly Victor begins muttering beneath his breath as the water running overhead drips down his face, while his sub-consciousness finally gives...

Date: Unknown
Time: 7:35 A.M.
Location: Unknown
Place: Robert Young Medical Institution

[ The Following is a brief recording of "Patient X" interviewed by Doctor Sasha Metzger... ]

Doctor Metzger-"Taped patient interview seventeen... My name is Doctor Metzger... Subject is known on file as "Patient X", currently undergoing analysis for further 'psychotic' studies."

The woman speaks clearly into the microphone under her thick Russian accent, acknowledging her credentials and providing information on the patient's file.

Doctor Metzger-"Regular sessions have been inconclusive, the patient still remains uncooperative and refuses to reveal any information regarding his birth name and or the details of his personal life. The patient continues to evade questions, as well as medication... I'm questioning whether or not he may be perfectly sane..."

The doctor continues speaking her theory into the recording device, as he smooth accent radiates clearly.

Doctor Metzger-"The patient continues to take no interest in the people he has hurt, or the details of every life he has destroyed... Spreading pain and suffering into the hearts and bodies of every man, woman, and child he comes into contact with appears to be the only motivating factor in his life and his career..."

The doctor continues on, as meanwhile a set of rattling chains echo closely to the microphone, and the patient can be heard bellowing a tiresom sigh of some sort in the background...

Doctor Metzger-"What is it about fear that drives your obsession?"

After a few seconds of silence, the patient exhales carefully and shows a bit of enthusiasm as the metal chair is heard forcefully dragged across the tile floor... Screeching closer towards the table and microphone, as the chains can be heard flopping onto the table.

Patient X-"Fear drives everything Mrs. Metzger, even your decaying, meaningless, boring life is governed by fear. Let alone every decision you make is simply a product of that fear."

The patient grumbles in a firm tone, his voice rather gruff yet quiet in a monotone like pattern... Stating his clear and sophisticated knowledge of fear, disregarding any "intellect" these doctors may have based on fear itself...

Doctor Metzger-"Don't be ridiculous..."

Patient X-"For example, your marriage to your husband, Ivan isn't it...? Because you're scared of dying alone, you spawned the offspring of two little children... Because you're scared of leaving nothing behind that really matters. You go to the doctor every month, because you are scared of dying. Do I need to continue any further?"

The patient growls, as if daring the doctor to continue pushing her curiousity any further. Meanwhile Doctor Metzger can be heard jotting notes down on her clipboard, before carefully removing her eye glasses and setting them along the table...

Doctor Metzger-"You realize fear can be controlled, like any mere obstacle it can be overcome, and conquered... Do you not?"

The patient chuckles...

Patient X-"Let me tell you something about fear doctor, like your white-collared, clipboard scribbling ass and so many others like this Nick Watson' who 'believe' they are not frightened of me. Only those who know me can truly understand this, as for those who still question this "intimidating factor" as they call it, shall find out fucking soon enough. Look around you, you see men like governors and business owners in public... In my line of work you see police officers, my boss, franchise owners and so much more."

The patient pauses for a brief moment, slightly leaning closer towards the doctor and microphone device...

Patient X-"Now, I wouldn't have the slightest second's hesitation of tearing yours or Nick Watson's fucking head off right here and right now in front of a single one of 'em and wrapping it in a paper bag. Now, that's power you can't buy, that is not power you can just muster up over-night. That's the power of fear, and people like this Nick Watson I've been pitted against, think they simply are not afraid of me... Because they think they got nothing to lose, nothing they cherish or value that is literally at stake. Unfortunately like this narrow, feeble, hollow-minded jackass known as only 'Nick Watson', he hasn't fully thought this through."

The patient mutters, callously expressing his thoughts and opinion of one's foolish nature to gamble so blindly and close to the chest. Adjusting the microphone device closer to his end of the table, as the static cracks over the audio for a mere moment...

Doctor Metzger-"I see, go on... Why do you believe this is true?"

Patient X-"Because the truth is right out in the open you stupid bitch, everyone can see it clear as day and smell it like a steaming pile of shit on a hot, summer day. You see, Nick clearly has forgotten about his mentor, Pence Weatherlight. Nick Watson has forgotten about his crippled-vegetable for a retard-friend, Matt. DEAD...! Just... Like... That... I'm sure A.C. Smith taught him a thing or two about that, but make no mistake-I am not the person to be fucked with."

The patient pauses as a few moments of silence pass...

Doctor Metzger-"Of what concern are any of those in his life to you, I must ask? Have they brought any danger to your cause or your life? Your only concern let alone your focus should be securely upon that of your career and your career alone, should it not?"

The patient snaps back in response...

Patient X-"This is my interview now bitch, I'll ask the questions... You sit there and shut your mouth you Russian whore."

Offended, the doctor gasps and rises from her sit, as suddenly a 'booming' thud blares through the speaker system of the audio followed by a defeaning shriek of terror...

Patient X-"I SAID SIT THE FUCK DOWN!"

Suddenly, security orderlies and nurses rush into the room as the door is heard swinging open and shoes scrambling across the tile. A man's voice is the only clear audio that can be heard over the commotion...

Security Orderly-"Is everything alright, doctor?"

The orderly asks, as a trembling doctor near the recording device can be heard quietly stammering, unable to respond properly...

Patient X-"She's fine, she's just questioning her grip on reality at the moment, aren't you doctor?"

Doctor Metzger-(Sobbing audibly)"I-I-I don't... know, I'm... fine I guess."

The doctor is heard carefully returning to her seat as she gently sits down, sniffling she can be clearly heard pulling a tissue...

Security Orderly-"Doc?"

Patient X-"You should be doing the same once you've shut that door and gone back to minding your own fucking business."

Security Orderly-"I'll be right outside, doc."

The security personnel and nurses can be heard exiting the room, as the door shuts gently and the patient clears his throat...

Patient X-"Now then where was I...? Oh-right, People from your world and Nick's for that matter have so much to lose. Now, you think because your mommy and your daddy got shot in the Holocaust, you know about the ugly side of life, but you don't. Nick thinks because in his little 'perfect' world, that if anyone like A.C. Smith takes something so prestige like the Xtreme Championship away from him? Armageddon is upon us and we're all doomed... Motherfucker please... You two doc, you've never tasted desperate... You're, uh, "highly recommended doctor and psychiatrist"... Nick Watson? Well, aside from being the biggest newcomer to jump onto everyone's "shit-list" and paint a target on his back... We all might as well " play dumb for a moment and move along; he is Nick Watson-the big, fucking "Sensation"... He'd have to go a thousand miles to meet someone in this business who didn't know his name. The prodigy and "protege" of an APW legend in Pence Weatherlight and friend of Matt Weatherlight, a family name whose life I've made a living hell. So, with all do respect doc, aside from your failed attempts as much as is, don't waste my fucking time trying to prove something to yourself. This is a world you'll never understand. And you always fear what you don't understand."

Silence...

Doctor Metzger-"I see your point, most individuals do find difficulty in enduring things they do not understand or percieve as 'normal'."

Patient X-"You want to know something about Nick Watson, let me tell you something about someone who doesn't quite 'understand'. A man who just shy of coming into the APW had no credibility at all... Nothing until he flushed out of Pence Weatherlight's butt-crack and got his ass-kicked a few times by A.C. Smith did anyone recognize him.... He could literally make any, false, delusional, ignorant claim and at the end of the day, have nothing at all to lose—yet, somehow someway everything to gain. It just so happened by some fucking miracle, he barely managed to hit the motherload a few times. Trying to put himself over again and again as not only the most over-hyped jackass to walk the earth, but God's gift to the APW to simply put himself straight to the top of the mountain, meanwhile sporting a pathetic and poor-scripted illusion all to create a blood-sucking, brain-washing sensation around that over-done, old, cliche, carbon-copy early 2005 'hero personality'. The tragedy was, so few bought into it and so many mindless, dumb-fucks fell victim to it."

Doctor Metzger-"I'm sorry to interrupt, but aren't we conducting an interview on your condit-"

Chains rattle loudly as a roaring pound from the patient's fist smashing the table, echoes near the audio device and the woman whimpers once more...

Patient X-"One more word bitch, and I'll bring new meaning to the words "Russian Roulette" into your life."

The patient in a threatening tone warns the doctor...

Patient X-"See doc, the problem with Nick Watson aside from the fact he is a no-good-for nothing, spineless, sack of meat for a con-artist. He is undoubtedly the same old boring shit, not just re-modeled, not just re-worded, simply just 'upgraded' growing on demand as fast as the newest installment of Laxative supplements. Just like so many before him who have fallen victim to my list of casualities, he is a dimented and fucking moronic imbecile who repeats, bends, twists and makes no-so-hysterical remarks to cover his own morale dilemma. I myself am no fucking fool, I'm not about to waste my time listening to some self-loathing, narcisstis piece of shit play gradeschool name-calling mind games, let alone belittle me with his stereotypical rants."

The patient chuckles.

Patient X-"I am simply however going to do as I always have done to those who provoke my envy to deliver a cold-hearted, merciless and inhumane fucking beating... I will refrain from slaughtering his mentor and severing his head from her neck... And I will also refrain, from ensuring his crippled and bedridden friend Matt remains in an ever-lasting vegetated state for the rest of his meaningless, un-natural life. Unless Nick pushes me to do so, he can rest assured that -I- am no scary-bed-time story, -I- sure as hell am not the Boogey-Man, and that -I-...will be the ever-lasting impression he has when he awakens from being rendered unconscious and discovers... He has been weighed, measured, and found wanting what I have that he does not possess. He will discover the heart-breaking truth that -I-... Have wiped the canvas with his pretty boy face..."

"And left him to rot."

Pauses...

Patient X-"Tell me doctor, what is it you are afraid of ?"

recording stops.

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The footage begins as the camera follows closely to the pavement in an alley of sorts, rodens infesting the ground like a plague scurry about while scavenging for food to survive. While scraps of mold and rotten waste lay scattered amongst the filth of the back alleyway under the illuminating flourescent green glow of the overhead streetlight. Maggots crawling and squirming along the ground as they climb over one another without regard for those beneath. Similar to the top rising stars of APW who squirm, crawling, clawing and scratching as they fight for survival to the top. The camera begins to close in around a metal dumpster and pans around a set of black leather boots and combat pants, before scaling carefully upwards to a tattooed man looking down into the lense. The emptiness in his cold, transparent eye-lense filled eyes as he exhales calmly through his black hair, while resting his hands on the shoulder straps of his vest.

Victor Hades-"Friday night Overdrive is upon us and once again for the first time in over three years I will be returning to tag-team action. Ironically the last time I competed in tag-team action, I was in the same corner as one of the men I will be facing this Overdrive... Biggs. Then as if that wasn't a big enough insult to be thrown in my face I am forced yet again to deal with the man that is the thorn in my side, Nick Watson. Nick Watson the man who cannot determine if he is a true professional wrestler or a wanna-be movie star... just remember Watson, this "show", this career is MY "movie", and you're just an extra... paid to get your ass kicked. Biggs-well the only real question anyone needs to ask is... Will we be facing the new and washed-out Biggs, or the wrecking-ball of a man "old" Biggs we all know and respect?"

Hades pauses as he simply tilts his head and spits a wad of saliva onto the cold pavement, before turning back to the camera. Hades was familiar with his opponents but not as acquainted in the ring as years before. Biggs- a miscreant, an oddity, a circus clown freak of nature. Nick Watson, a protege of the great APW legend and Hall-of-Famer, Pence Weatherlight who was quickly working to make a name for himself.

"You know Biggs for a man who has been here longer than most of us I am a little shocked you haven't accomplished more in your career. I mean let's see you took how long to win the big one, you took forever and a day to finally "one-up" Level-One-which needless to say speaks for itself. You tried and tried to reach the top of the mountain, and just when the tip of your tongue could get a taste of it-Level One bitch-slapped your ass back down to the mid-card playing field and left you to rot. Speaking of Level-One, have you managed to sleep at all in the last year yet or is that loss from Rasslemania still robbing you of your sleep? Maybe the never-ending thought of never being better than Level-One is continuing to haunt your dreams? Well no matter Biggs ol' pal, Victor Hades is here to rid you of sleep and scar your mind for the duration of your existence. The real question I've been dying to ask for passing weeks Biggs is-has losing everything you put forward and fought for cost you your mental stability? Have you truly recovered from being exposed as a phony and a hack? Are you willing to accept defeat in not longer being the great, successful, dominant competitor you once were? Good, because I wasn't going to let you prove you stood a chance."

"I'm gonna unveil to you on Overdrive the Victor Hades you know best, I'm going to show you the Victor Hades you once spoke so highly of. I'm going to show you the side of Victor Hades you don't want to be standing on the opposite side of the ring with... I'm going to show you a glimpse of what the end of your wrestling career looks like, Biggs. Because talk all you want, run all you like, and hype all you can-you're not gonna stop the oncoming avalanche of a beating that I'm gonna bring down on your little skull."

"I'm a man of my word when I say this Biggs, there are few and far between the small selection of people I respect in this world. There are even fewer people I would rather be content with seeing still breathing, but you-you are a man I respect. I respect that although you now are a half-wit paraplegic, you still wish to attempt proving you can take a beating the likes of no other. I respect your inability to accept defeat, when the odds are stacked above you and there is no "winning" outcome. I respect your lack of self-esteem which has grown over the years, far more than your adulthood here in APW which you have worked so hard for. I respect you Biggs... the man who never knew just when to quit."

"Try as you might and prepare yourself all your mind and body can handle, but the truth is-it isn't enough and its never gonna be. You're past your time in the spotlight Biggs, like the old saying about you goes 'you've been amongst the best, but you were always close but no cigar' to say the least. This tag team match isn't going to put you back in the Main Event as you're gonna hope, its not going to give you Level-One and it won't give you Terry Marvin-those days are over. What it will give is a royal tooth and nail ass-kicking courtesy of Victor Hades, which will be one you most certainly won't soon forget. I'm not doubting my partner's abilities, but you're going to have to go beyond the reaches of space if you're trying to beat me, Biggs. Just like your neck at Rasslemania Spaceman, I'm going to take your career with two hands... and snap it like a fucking twig."

Hades hands gesture a "twig-snapping" motion, flashing a callous smirk.


"That is the least I can say for his partner-Nick Watson, because boy have you learned how to quickly get my attention-and boy is that not something you want. You may believe you've got the hype, intensity, and all the intimidation in the world going into this-but you're wrong. You see everyone is afraid of something Watson, and even if I haven't found what makes you tick yet...believe me I will. You haven't won a damn thing worth mentioning since you've been back, and that pretty much leaves you with no momentum doesn't it? You may talk it up to be "sensational", you may walk around and act "sensational", but when you take away the look and the special effects-you're really just a "channel-changing" waste of talent. Pence Weatherlight may have taught you everything he knew, but he damn sure didn't teach you how to not blow it in the ring with every big opportunity. Face it Nick, you aren't ready for the "big game" and you may as well never be in the direction you're moving. Because the closer you stick to my coat-tails, the more deeper I'm just going to enjoy burying you."

Shakes his head in disgust.

"My ring rust has long since finally be ridden of, but can we say the same for you? A man who's hiatus status changes like Kim Kardashian does boyfriends, really isn't something which poses as much of a threat. While you work back into the swing of things with the "Pence Weatherlight: Playing it Safe" handbook in the ring, I've been spending weeks fighting the biggest names in APW, Nick. You see you're just your poor old partner, who couldn't get over the mental loss of defeat by Level-One over and over and over again. While you Nick Watson-continue to cope with the multiple losses you've been suffering from A.C. Smith for the better part of the last year. So while you two monkey-ass idiots chase your obsessions in circles, Jennings and I can walk into that ring, handle business, and be on our way once we put your two sorry asses on the canvas."

"I'm amped, I'm determined, and I'm ready to kick some sorry asses because I am ready to hurt some people. I want to watch these fans curse me until their blue in the face, while I pick their heroes apart limb by limb... I want to watch as they dump dollar after dollar into buying seats and helping me sell-out arenas, only to come and scream their hate for me and my success. Starting on Overdrive I'm going to simply kill two birds with one Stone, first-I'm going accomplish what Watson has never done and defeat his partner, Biggs in the center of the ring. Then I'm going to finally give Watson someone to be afraid of, which is the most ruthless, violent, cold and calculated superstar today-VICTOR HADES!"

Hades grumbles as he removes his hands from the shoulder straps of his black vest and presses his forehead to the camera, giving a shout of anger before backing off as he begins pacing. Feeling the anger of emotion building up as he grits his teeth..

"Your biggest downfall to be laying smack dab in front of your face-your own lack of self-esteem. Sure you talk yourself up until you come out of the gates sounding like Superman, but once the cards have been dealt and the bell sounds-you show your true colors. You hold back the fact you doubt your ability to get the job done, and it's reared it's ugly head at you time and time again. Don't believe me just walk on over to the locker room and ask your old friend A.C. Smith what he thinks about that. So you see Nick, it isn't just about how much you can run your mouth-it's about how much you can back it up and prove it in the ring."

"See I've only just begun and things are going to begin to change one way or another, and like it or not this Overdrive you two scum-sucking pieces of trash are gonna get a taste. Whether its Watson or Biggs, which makes no difference to me-I'm gonna be spiking someone's skull into that canvas like an atom bomb. Because that poor son of a bitch is going to be leaving Overdrive in a Closed Casket."

"The "Supermen" of APW are about to be introduced to Kryptonite..."


"Victor-fucking-Hades."

Fade to black.