Post by Link on Nov 24, 2008 18:46:57 GMT -4
Link’s Awakening
My eyes opened. The ambient sounds of a consumer driven metropolis have once again served as my personal alarm clock. The window is wide open and a cold wind chills my room and blows my curtains about with a soft and calming flourish. I look around the room and shiver. Not because of the falls morning chill but for the first time in a long while I finally stopped to look at my surroundings. I had nice things. Good quality clothes and furnishings that required a budget far more than some families food budget. A look of disgust creped upon me as I wondered how long it at been like this. Shutting my eyes I saw his face. That menacing face that I had beaten, battered and raped past a point I didn’t think possible. Had I gone soft? Had I lost that edge and that fight that brought me to this point?
With fervor I proceeded to do my morning workout. My mind should be focused on my work, and my work is directly correlated with my life so how was I too ensure both would be in prime condition in such short time. The problem with having no friends is that in moments of weakness and collapse there was no one to turn to. I hadn’t spoken to Bomb, Freak or Silent Assassin in several years, and I couldn’t guarantee someone wouldn’t be dead if we met again. I had only used the people of Retribution Inc to finance my own goals and never cared for anyone apart of the group. The only person I could have considered a friend in the last few years was the man I had now sworn to bring to justice, Hurricane Jeff.
I rose from my push-ups panting not just from the work out but from the exhausting tasks that lay before me. Standing with my hands on my hips I looked around muttering,
“It’s only when we’ve lost everything that we are free to do anything.”
Words to live by, words to die by. Words etched into my brain my the men that created me. Words I would beat into countless wrestlers and fighters from organizations across the globe. Now here I stand, the living hypocrite. I looked at my APW “Overdrive” Championship and spat on it.
“Fuck the world”, I said. “Remember that?”
Its funny how far we can go without actually doing anything at all. Have I really changed any lives in the past ten years? Has my career been a joke? Has my great plan of salvation just been an annoying cancer on the roof of peoples mouths? Fuck that. I could list countless souls changed because of my work. But not for a second would I let that go to me head. I walked over to my calendar and looked over the weeks events.
“You’ve got to be shitting me.”
How did this creep up on me so fast? November Reign in Houston Texas. Shit, I needed to get ready.
After a shower, shave, and a feverish masterabatorial session I headed out the door and into my car. Thinking I was just driving around town aimlessly people watching, my subconscious knew that I had a destination in mind.
These drives happened all the time, driving around in what felt like slow-motion seeing all the people in the world toiling in vain to achieve the “American Dream”. I laughed at their frivolous and futile actions. Primary prepares us for High School. High school for College. College for work. And then work for happiness? When do we actually get to enjoy this fairy tail of happiness? I am getting old as fuck and have yet to see anyone truly enjoy this fallacy of happiness. I thought about living in tranquility with the ones I loved. Then I realized those loved ones had no faces. Was it possible at this point to find anyone that I loved? There is a certain paradox with being someone who hates people, has no friends but loves to talk. But perhaps that’s what was so great about these drives. I could see people, I could criticize them and talk all I wanted, and didn’t have to deal with their lies, lack of thinking, and self righteous behaviors. This calmed me.
“Shit!”, I shouted unexpectedly that would have startled a man with tourettes. “What the fuck am I going to do for a promo.” Was I getting forgetful in my old age? I know a camera man was scheduled to come by my loft later today, but what was I…
“Well hello stranger”. For the fourth time this week, I noticed my stalker. I’m no marquee name, because I don’t allow myself to be. People who watch whatever program I’m on know I’m the best at what I do, but I refuse to turn into a celebrity, even if it’s a “sports celebrity.” Besides, this woman had passion in her eyes, but not the passion for love or admiration, but the passion for revenge and anger. She stayed on me, like band aids stick on me. If I turned, she turned. If I had to yield, she would in turn yield.
“You crazy bitch, what are you up to?”
At least I finally had someone to interact with. My day was starting to get too introspective and if Level-One can make his boring ass life seem like there is some intrigue to it, I can certainly top that.
Family Affair
I pretended to ignore her as I continued on my drive. For an hour we drove until I finally stopped. I got out of the car and leaned against the door and lit up a cigarette. I looked around and saw a tranquil residential neighborhood. My eyes darted around the neighborhood but would always find itself resetting back to one particular home. This home was one of the more modest on the block, but to me its like saying the most modest stripper in the club.
After twenty minutes and another cigarette I turned to get back into the car when I noticed the front door of the modest home opening. Out from the home came a young and beautiful woman holding a small child. I turned and froze as I watched her retrieve the mail from the box in the forefront of her lawn. She stopped looked across the large street at me and then turned around walking back into the home. My heart sank. I hadn’t spoken to my sister in a little over a year, since I murdered the son of a bitch that gave her that child. A child that was born of a rapist Father, but that child was a member of the family now, and I had been cut off. My brother and I had always fought but now that my sister refused to see me it cut deep. Lolita, if you only knew how sorry I was for sacrificing what as left of my family for my missions.
The woman who had been following me started her car and inched up to where I was standing with her passenger window rolled down. She yelled,
“I got you now you son of a bitch. I don’t who she is but I know she means something to you. Whether its your girlfriend, sister or whore of a mom, I will make sure you lose her forever, just like you did my fiancée.”
She had rehearsed this telling off for sure, and the performance was nothing short of stellar, but she didn’t count on the surge of emotions rushing through her body like heroin. She became filled with emotion and punched the gas so I wouldn’t see her cry. She didn’t get far as she slammed on her breaks to avoid hitting a small child chasing after a ball in the middle of the street. She stared at the frightened kid with remorse and tears in her red eyes.
Without hesitation I ran up to the drivers side window and bashed the window in. She screamed and shouted for the kid to move out of the way. She tried putting the car in reverse, but to no avail, as I matched every one of her moves with a counter. She pressed on the horn as I pulled her out of the car through the window. She screamed the whole time as remnants of the window and glass tore through her body. She kicked and punched but again to no avail. The kid ran away with his ball screaming as I dragged her back to my car. The woman tried to fight, bite, or do anything to overcome me, but before long she was shoved into the trunk of my car. I took one last look around. Lit another cigarette and drove away leaving the quiet neighborhood and an abandoned car behind. From behind the window of the modest house, my sister, Lolita, looked on before dropping the curtain, reaffirming I was not the person her daughter or her needed to be around; disappearing once again from my life.
Enlightenment
Fading from black Link stands high on the roof of a building in near downtown. Wearing a black suit and with a snide smirk plastered on his face he turns to look at the camera. It is dusk outside, less than an hour away from being dark. He then looks out across the street at another building. The camera follows Links line of site to a window that appears to be the window of his apartment. Insider appears to be APWs camera man looking around to shoot the promo for Link. Link looks back into the camera and smiles sinisterly.
Link: I've been in a slump, but my own personal enlightenment has been realized once again. I have been, awakened, if you will. I prefer to use my own talents for my shows. You see if I do things Jeff’s way then there all these rules and regulations, but if I do things my way, there are no rules. Besides, I like to give back to the community by hiring the homeless, the jobless, and the forgotten giving them their just deserved 2nd chance. More on 2nd chances in a little bit. Perhaps I am a bit bi-polar but I apologize for those looking for another humor filled promo from me this week. You see kids, the fact is the real world is a dark and scary place and while an occasional day calls for some humor, in the real world, where I live, those days are few and far between. Instead I have to deal with CUNTS like this one, trying to terrorize me. Why? Because her boy toy couldn’t take a few punches? I am sorry his skeletal structure wasn’t built like a real mans.
The camera turns and we see the woman who had previously been following Link tied up in a chair with her mouth covered with a bandana. She shakes and convulses as soon as the camera points its eye at her. She is covered in sweat, blood and tears. Link steps into frame blocking her from view.
Link: I think I will be quite prepared, because I’m slowly starting to feel like my old self again. Maybe it was the realization that if I need to get something done I have to do it myself. If I want something I have to take it! I have realized that people out there NEVER have your best interest at hand but are only looking out for themselves. Let me warn you, people ONLY care about themselves. Uh…lets take exhibit A shall we. LEVEL-ONE! You bitch. That’s right I said it. Bitch. You had to have your way, you had to think about the present and about yourself. Instead of looking at the bigger picture and instead of thinking about the future. You obviously lack vision or else you wouldn’t have SCREWED me over in the Elimination Chamber match the way you did. I gave you the chance and the option to ensure the victory that RIGHTLY belonged to me but you had other plans. Or did you have plans at all. You looked miserable out there like you didn’t have a single brain in your body. What the hell has happened to you? You used to be level headed, pun intended, but now you are a wreck. What’s the deal? Has Jeff gotten to you too? I had a small ounce of respect for you, but if you become Jeff’s bitch just like countless others, you will be viewed as waste like the rest of them.
From behind Link the woman starts to scream. Link turns around to address her.
[/center]Link: What’s the matter? Did you have something to say?
He looks down at her wallet and pulls out her ID.
[/center]Link: Did you have something to say, Danielle Novak? I know you have been fucking following me and you obviously are such a big fan you must have something to say! So what is it whore, what do you have to say to me?!
Removing the bandana from her mouth, she retorts by immediately spitting in his face.
Danielle: You psychopathic mother fucker! I am going to kill you! I hate you! I HATE YOU!
Link: Such passion, such ferocity. But I must say Danielle you should thank me, not hate me. You are a perfect example of everything I’ve been trying to tell everyone for years!
With a confused look on her face, she stops and begins to form the words “fuck you” but is unable to vocalize them as the bandana is once again shoved down her throat.
[/center]Link: You’ve lost it all, and now you are starting to think. You aren’t running through the mundane motions of your pathetic life. Now you are ready to fight, you are ready to rebuild to LIVE! What about you Level one? Are you ready to live? Are you ready to fight? I think you are a quitter! I think you are pathetic! You’re paranoid and delusional. Firstly, you think you are suddenly hot shit. Why? Because you have a view pieces of paper and scrap metal that say you are great? I’ve been where you’ve been and its over rated! The title you hold at that “other organization” just proves you can handle a dick up your ass longer and better than anyone else. Fuck that Level One, you have never proved your weight to me. As I said, I had some respect for you, you didn’t seem to have your head up your ass like the rest and for that I respected you, but you’ve changed too Level One. You are paranoid and irrational. You fire your once friend Brian, why? Because he stole something from you? Without even hearing him out? This bitch wants to kill me and I will at least hear her out. How about your friend Lee, how did you deal with that situation? Oh that’s right, beaten, broken and drunk in an alley. Personally that sounds like my Wednesday nights, but I know you and Lee don’t enjoy that sort of life style.
Link: Your precious life is falling apart outside of the ring, and at November Reign I will prove that you don’t have a life in the ring. Congratulations you’ve gotten what you want. You are tired of the Polly’s or nancy’s, I always get the two mixed up, the gimmicks, and the washed up. Well guess what, you’ve got me and the clinic I’m going to put on for your behalf is going to be main event worthy. Jeff damn near has us opening the show because he’s scared my dominance if showcased at the top of the card would slowly put me in position to take his precious power away.
Link: I’m better than you, I’ve always been better than you Level-One and the fact is you’ve gotten undeserved attention. You are a one trick pony Lev, and as I have proved time and time again, I can hang with the best, I can adapt my style, and I can make the necessary adjustments to maintain my dominance. Look at what I've done today! It's not that hard to be Level-One. Walk around and think about all your problems isn't really that hard, but at the same time, its like "who the fuck cares?" How about you? Can you change? Can you adapt? This could have been a friendly bout between former colleagues who never had a chance to go at it. But your whining, your bitching and your selfish nature has only provoked me to enlighten your sorry ass. At November Reign I’m going to give you the wake up call you deserve, and I want you to bring your best game because I want it to sink in all the more. And when its all settled you will lie on the matt, looking up at the lights choking on your own blood grasping for air thinking “how did it come to this? How did I lose this?” And you will know it wasn’t because of politics or egos. It was because your shit simply doesn’t smell as great as you’ve been led to believe. I am not the FUCKING person to mess with and you’ve witnessed more than anyone else in APW why one shouldn’t do that. Does the name Moses Lake ring a bell? Remember what happened to his ass when he got “uppity” with me? Look at little Miss Novak, guess what’s going to happen to her ass.
Link: Slowly but surely I am turning this place around, why? Because I’m a man of my word. Dr. Phate is rumoured to be having his last match in APW this Sunday, is it any coincidence that my demands are being met? I called out when I first returned that he was a poison to be purged out, but yet no one listened. Jeff is too stubborn to listen, and sheep don’t know how to listen they just follow. Level-One, tell me, are you a sheep? Are you stubborn? Or are you a man that makes a fucking impact? I haven’t seen you make shit since you’ve come here, and don’t blame anyone but yourself. Now Level-One, you are salvageable yet. After I go to town on your ass Sunday, you might open your eyes to see you still have room to grow. You haven’t peaked yet, but you aren’t going to peak until you open your eyes. For a second I was actually excited to see you come here, but once again you've come to disappoint. What kind of a fucking impact are you making? Its barely even a splash. You tied with a cross dressing bitch. How much of an impact are you trying to make? Whatever it is, it has already bored me. But go ahead and sink into irrelevance. Make the same mistakes Trevor Blackwell, John Green, Dr. Matt, and countless others have made. Hey, or maybe you will just crawl away in defeat and go back to that cesspool we used to call home. See, I don’t give two shits about brands. I don’t give two shits about organizations or alliances. I am here on a mission, and once that’s through, I move on, and continue to do what I do.
Link: Level-One I think you are too preoccupied with “things” and what you define as success. You hold onto the past, which is hindering you from making any kind of significant future for yourself. You’re the jackass that can’t remember a year of his life right? Well what the hell have you been doing lately but WASTING time trying to find or recapture something that is long gone?! Go ahead answer me?! Where is your worthy retort? I’m giving you the mic to answer me and to tell me I’m wrong about you. I want you to prove yourself verbally, and then I want you to prove something to me in the ring, but I swear to you no matter what you do, there is only one way this can end. And depending on your actions in the next day there is only one way you and I can go from here. Either you change, or I will continue to beat the shit out of you until you do. Its your move Level-One. Its your choice, which way to do go. An impact will be felt Level One, but I am going to be the one making it, and all I ask is that while I’m enlightening your pathetic life you do yourself a favor and enjoy yourself!
Link gets up and turns to Danielle who has passed out. He walks up to her and slaps her hard across the face.
[/center]Link: You are going to miss the show Danielle.
As she looks up the ground beneath her rumbles, a loud and fiery explosion bursts from across the street. She lifts her head as high as she can to see Links apartment in flames. Link stands tall with his arms outstretched, eyes closed as he feels the warmth of the fire and as the ash fills the air. He turns around to Danielle binds over and gets right in her face. He smiles and kisses her forehead. And whispers “we are going to have a lot of fun.” She starts to scream through the bandana and Link spins around to the camera. With the backdrop being dark orange and red from the flames that have emerged from his apartment Link proclaims with a shockingly calm look upon his face…
[/center]Link: “Its only after you’ve lost everything, that you are free to do anything.”
Link walks away, dragging the chair behind him where Danielle sits, still tied up, as the camera fades.
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