The Long, Hard, Road out of Hell: "Gateway."

[Victor Hades]

The Long, Hard, Road out of Hell:
"Gateway."

"You don't control me... [x4]
Face the fact that you can't destroy me...
I'll come charging, you don't control me...
I am the debt that can't be paid, your going down in flames...
This the time I cannot lose-
Live or Die you'll have to choose...
It's all about me I am the One
Soon you'll see there's nowhere to run...
I am the threat that is so real
Through the blood and the sweat and pain you will feel."

"People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain."
-Jim 'fucking' Morrison

Hades Journal:
August 27, 2010

"A new chapter."

All that is gold does not glimmer...

Not all who wander are lost...

From the ashes a fire will be woken...

A light from the shadows will spring...

A new Champion will be crowned."

"When you kill a King, one of the most important things to remember is that you do not stab him in the dark. No, if you are to truly kill a King-you kill him in the open where the entire court can watch him Die. Crazy Joe may not be a King, Crazy Joe may not be a 'Champion', well at least a true Champion at that... but rest assured Crazy Joe will not survive the night long enough to even seek his fucking throne as an APW Xtreme Champion when the night is over, I promise you- I vow-no I GUARANTEE you he will not walk out of Shockwave in one piece... Simply because I'm so hungry, so prepared, so set on winning this fucking thing-I'll tear Joe in half and have him leaving in TWO pieces."

"This is not by any means my first rodeo, I know how this shit works and I know when this shit gets real. A match as twisted and diabolical as this with two men literally beyond crazed out of their fucking minds... Oh, there will be casualties that I can promise you-and I'm not just referring to the two men stabbing and nearly be-heading each other in the ring, either."

"I've spent months stacked on top of months to get here, to earn this opportunity, to TAKE what is...rightfully...mine. Joe, Payne, Biggs, the Experts, Rupert and Ebert, Jeff, JESUS himself, they can all say I don't deserve this, that I don't belong in this spot... They can all say I'm in over my head. They can gas themselves until they're blue in the face making any assumptions, betting any wages they choose-but I could give a shit less. Shockwave marks another chapter in the tale of Victor Hades... Shockwave marks a new beginning in the Xtreme Division... Shockwave marks the night Crazy Joe wakes up in a hospital bed, realizing he has just survived the biggest threat of his career... ME."

"I'm not someone who will idly sit by and be cast aside simply because of some lousy, bullshit remarks and accusations of defeat on accounts which I wasn't even pinned upon... You see, ignorance is bliss, it is truly a beautiful thing... Even the most daring, respectable, powerful, and feared men in this industry are capable full of it, and just like so many others- that itself is their own downfall. As it will be Joe's..."

"I have trained, I have sacrificed, I have focused, I have prepared, I have done EVERYTHING to get to this point. I have sweat, puked, bled, shed, starved, and fought my very way to get myself here... Needless to say that wasn't any easy simple task. Crazy Joe can bring every last toy at his disposal to try and break me, to crush my indomitable spirit, to fold my pride, to snap my bones, but all he will find at the end of this tunnel... is horror... and disappointment. A path which he has chosen yet now a path he is certainly going to walk none the less, and I am going to make him fucking pay."

"Shockwave is MY time, my chance to finally step up once again and burden the torch, my opportunity to show the world the true face of Victor Hades... My one and only moment to give it everything I have and more, everything I possess to not only conquer my enemies, but to inevitably entertain the millions of people who've come to witness me do it. As the great dead poet Edgar Allen Poe once wrote, 'so it has been written, so it shall come to pass...' and so shall be the end of Crazy Joe's reign. Someone had better call the doctor..."

"...Because Joe is about to flat-line."

The big, dramatic, controversy of Hades' career was reaching it's pinnacle, and so was the barbaric feud between himself and the doctors of Robert Young's associates facility, the very place he voluntarily surrendered his freedom in exchange for information and his very own 'refuge' from the outside world he had become so disgusted and revolted towards... Instead he was taken merely prisoner and filed under the alias "Patient X" to be conducted for several psychiatric evaluations and physical endurance tests for research under a disclosed program...

Having extracted his rage and vengeance upon those he had cautiously remaining aware of, Victor fled from the institution and once again remained out of visible public sight for various purposes. Now, during one of the biggest moment's of his wrestling career and his very own life which continues to be haunted by his past... Victor is bound to settle the score.

Date: Unknown
Time: 11:45 A.M.
Location: Unknown
Place: Robert Young Medical Institution

The menacing glow from a nearby desk lamp flickers as it bounces off the wall before illuminating a large office, meanwhile the clattering ruckus of car keys rattle onto the desk. An aged man near his late-forties slides a black suit jacket from his shoulders, hanging it over the back of his leather desk chair and sighs. A gentle wave of his slick-back dark gray strands of what remains to be his short hair, before adjusting a white, black-striped formal long-sleeved shirt as he sits at his desk.

Overlooking several papers scattered across a calendar and a few folders, while a long, golden name plate resting along the edge of his desk reads 'Professor Howard Young, M.D.'. Carefully he raises a small, sizzling black coffee mug which has the phrase "Grandpa of the Year" imprinted on one side. Gently he lifts the mug and takes a short sip as the contents slightly burn his wrinkled lower lip, before quickly setting the mug down and grabbing a napkin.

Doctor Young-"Goddamnit..." the doctor grumbles quietly under his breath as he lightly taps the paper napkin along the stubbles of his gray-haired beard.


Minutes later a knocking is heard from behind his office door.


Doctor Young-"Uh, come in-come in..." the doctor finally responds hesitantly, as he dusts off the pants of his black dress pants and resumes sitting...

As the door opens, a short, dark-haired scrawny man enters the room in almost a fleeting manner dressed in a black shirt and tie, with khaki pants that appear to have no fluid motion with his movements as he approaches the desk...

Doctor Young's Associate-"Doctor Young, erm... sir, we-we have a serious problem I need to discuss with you, now..." the young man insists as he nearly trembles holding a thick manila folder in hand...

Unpleasantly surprised to hear his secretary's words, Doctor Young brushes his fingertips pressed to the temple of his head across his face and extends his arm, gesturing his associate to hand over the folder...

Doctor Young's Associate-"It's the patient from our private section of our research sir, 'Patient X'. We continued to do as much evaluating and testing as we could, but the man is just a indestructible wall, sir." The secretary mutters before adjusting his black reading glasses, as Doctor Young examines the folder's contents containing police records, mug shots, and interview files on Victor Hades' recent "encounters"...

Doctor Young scans through a few more papers, before raising his eyes towards his secretary who clears his throat...

Doctor Young's Associate-"Erm, we did receive word two of the three physicians and doctors we had assigned to do work and testing on the patient were all brutally and violently attacked by the patient himself, none of them survived..." the young man hesitantly adds before handing crime scene photos of the doctors and physicians Hades executed during interviews.

"Two of our best veteran security orderlies are currently being hospitalized do to attacks on the patient's behalf as well, sir..." the secretary nervously mutters before handing a photo of a bruised and bloodied security guard in a hospital bed to Doctor Young...

Glancing over the photographic evidence the doctor sighs in frustration under his breath, and slowly rests the folder and photos on his desk carefully before resting his hand against his lips... No doubt Hades was as dangerous outside the ring as he was inside, a cold-blooded, heartless killing machine bent on unleashing his hatred on anyone or anything standing in his way and ending it's very own existence if necessary...

Doctor Young-"Where is the patient now?"


Doctor Young's Associate-"We've contacted FBI and CIA to help us track down and locate the patient so we can get him back into custody and continue our work, we're awaiting updates on their progress as we speak doctor..." the secretary slides the doctor another page with a security camera photograph of Victor Hades in a hooded jacket leaving a local gas station...

"We should have an update on his whereabouts within the next forty-eight hours." the young man answers.

Doctor Young-"My grandfather founded this institution so we could re-build medical research, so we could harness illnesses and disorders and transform them into something remarkable. My grandfather's only dream was to help jump-start evolution by doing what God himself could not. To cure cancers and sickness, and to transform them into a power unlike anything we could ever imagine... I never thought it could mean sacrificing innocent people and taming a savage-beast in a deranged criminal", the doctor replies in his deep, raspy tone as he glances from the photographs to his associate.


Doctor Young's Associate-"And that is exactly why we've come up with a quick solution doctor, something to clean up the mess and take care of our little... 'problem'..." the secretary answers carefully before tossing a gray folder stamped "Classified" onto the doctor's desk which remains entitled...

"Project Titan Experimental Candidate: Victor Hades"

Doctor Young's eyes quickly move from the writing imprinted on the folder to his associate's who remains smiling from ear to ear with a look of serious intent, as the doctor gives a nod of approval while his secretary nods in response holding a phone to his ear.

"Begin Project Titan immediately."

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2010 APW SHOCKWAVE PROMO:
XTREME CHAMPIONSHIP
CRAZY JOE VERSUS VICTOR HADES

The world he'd once lived in and despised nonetheless had been turned upside down over him, so very few things had made much sense since then until now. Now with the tunnel vision clear in his mind he had only one goal, one dream, one mind-set he was living and breathing for, one thing that he was ready to go down fighting a bloody and battered mess for... the chance to become the new APW Xtreme Champion at Shockwave. The very division, the very style itself which has helped define his career much less his very own demeanor. Of course he wasn't the only man who wanted this, nor was he the only man with these thoughts in his head, but he was for damn sure going to be the only man walking away with that knowledge. "Tonight, I am the better man... Tonight, I walk away Champion..."

Crazy Joe had said his piece, made his hollow threats and slung as much mud as he could muster, and now it was Victor's turn before their fists and twisted minds did the talking. Between the two came much similarities and very few differences, but it was what separates them that is the key factor... While Joe remains a posing threat, a main element in the "Xtreme Division" and a strong opponent, his heart appeared to remain elsewhere. Always settling for less and never wanting more, where a man in his position shouldn't have to settle for the backseat, instead of standing up and taking the bone from the big dog like there wasn't shit the dog could do about it-Joe remained still. Soaking in his own ego and hyping himself to be the ever-lasting martyr of APW's finest...

A career suicide move, because now Joe would have to put it all on the line, place all of his chips on the table, throw all of his eggs into one basket, and either go all-out or all-in in hopes of retaining his title. The only way of course, to give it everything he could possibly endure to defeat one, sadistic and maniacal Victor Hades. All the bets were being placed on Joe to win, therefore he was either to luckily win it all-or lose everything. Hit or miss, while Hades couldn't afford to lose a shot as big as this... Joe could not afford to lose either, one false move, one tiny slip and everything he cherished would be gone. One of many things Hades would be anticipating, one minor miscalculation, one wrong step, just one little opening to turn the tide into his biggest advantage.

Neither man has yet to pin the other, making this back and forth battle a grueling one at best...

Hades spent much free time exploring hardware shops, shopping malls and abandoned warehouses... 'familiarizing' himself with the surroundings to say the least, either gathering ideas or preparing himself for whatever has yet to come, regardless he would no doubt be ready for it. Whether it meant surviving a nail-gun to the chest, or having box-cutters tearing open his skin he would see to it he survived and overcame any obstacle to occur.

Victor Hades voice-"You been biding your time and never once stood to meet me face to face til' now, and I've got facts to prove it... First, you stood behind the over-hyped rookie Bryan Payne and let him try to 'soften' me up, and like a vulture you sprang on the opportunity. Then when I sought to repay you for what you had done, to remind you of who I am and what I was capable of? You cowered away in your crawl space hugging your Championship gold tight like an electric blanket..." Hades voice continues as short montages are shown of Hades' battle with Payne, to both Joe and Hades' encounters with Cooper Conrad, followed by a small clip of Hades throwing Conrad off the stage strapped to a stretcher, and finally Crazy Joe and Hades standing toe to toe...

"I am willing, I am capable, I am ready as I ever fucking will be, and I am hungry in a way you could not possibly understand, Joe. I want this so much I can almost taste it, I'm like a starving child in Ethiopia, a shark with the smell of blood in the water, like a untamed, savage, mouth-watering Lion eye-balling it's prey from inside a cage. I've been this hungry, this deserving, this determined before and I still came out on top-only this time it's just you and me. This time may not be the last time, but it surely will be the night everyone will remember as the night Victor Hades ripped the Xtreme Championship from Crazy Joe's fingers. Dare to prove me fucking wrong?" Hades voice pauses, as a short clip flashes of Hades standing with a dark look in his eyes, standing center-ring holding the Xtreme Championship in his hands as the image suddenly vanishes just as quickly...

"Already I can hear the words coming from your mouth, so filled with hatred and denial, yet trying to justify yourself through pointless and meaningless attempts to bring up the past. Our encounters may not have ended well in my favor, as they may even be stacked in yours... But irregardless they've been piled against me before, again and again many countless times... You see Joe, inflicting pain isn't the only skill that I excel greatly in, but defying the odds is as well as kicking your bitch-ass from pillar to post will surely be the next!" Hades grumbles as the darkness filling the screen fades and we find Hades sitting in a white metal chair with a brown and black hoodie pulled over his upper torso...

"I know you have it embedded in that feeble brain of yours that you're better than me, that you have me still figured out and this will end with you victorious. As I know you have simply just as easily forgotten this is my fucking match, my environment, a stipulation in which I built a career off of into something beyond what most men could ever reach. Not only one of the most recognizable but one of the most intimidating and competitive names you have ever fucking dared to mess with. I am a motherfucking sick and twisted bastard and you simply are the fool who is about to be re-acquainted with the end of my fist. I'll have to remember to set this as a double-date, because I'm pretty sure my foot will want to get re-acquainted with your ass, too." Hades carries on, aggravated and filled with adrenaline pumping as he focuses on the most brutal and physical enduring task yet to come...

"Each and every name you could travel a thousand miles to find knows me best, Level-One, Pence Weatherlight, Michael Lively, Slade Craven, Biggs, El Chupacabra, Hannibal Cage, Chris "BDC" Dafoe, and the list goes on. Every single one of those men have gone to war with me and still I withstood their punishment, still I gave them a run for their money if not an ever-lasting impression. What the fuck have you done, taken a few good licks in some tournaments and kissed the Experts asses? I've done every step of this on my own, and if I have to step hard all over your name, face, and reputation to proceed further then you can damn sure bet your ass I will without question."Hades pauses.


"I may not be a high priority on every man's hit list, but the fact remains I am the living, breathing, scar that keeps itching in the back of their minds... Caught on the tip of every tongue, the name that burns in every one of their ears til their eardrums themselves begin to bleed. I am a man who simply marches to the sound of his own cold and blackened beating heart, as much as I do the sound of my own beating war-drum. Right now Joe, it's pounding, it's pounding loud and proud and ready to rip you limb from limb. You should have been more careful..." Hades smirks.

"Time to pay up, bitch."

Fade.

"Nowhere to run nowhere to hide...
Now it's time to die...
I am the pain, I am the Game...
You won't forget my name!"