Post by Calvin Ingram on Jan 28, 2012 21:59:26 GMT -4
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I N C R I M E
You think it’s about the wins and the losses but to me they mean absolutely nothing… I awoke from my evening slumber amongst my Scotland Castle filled with rich music and elegance. I never organized these parties they were supposed to keep up my popularity my agent & caretaker said. Well I guess I’m the Jay Gatsby of Scotland, without the love for Daisy Buchanan & an unfortunate ending. I step out onto the balcony looking down at the massive crowd live out their false dreams through my riches. They want to experience a life like no other do they? Well they will never reach where I’m at even if they had access to Cinderella’s godmother. Through the edge of reason there was a moment of vulnerability to the attacks made by John Dionysus.
He made some damn good points but what did he accomplish? He made me an enemy and the wretched enemy before him is indestructible. I poured the sea of red wine into the finely crafted wine glass & drunk my pain away. The pain that was inside of me for a long time now, it’s forever reaching inside my psyche. Before my triumph voyage into the APW I was looked at as a damaged soul. But this damaged soul will rise up like the phoenix tonight and take what is rightfully his. The damaged soul shall reign over a pompous arrogant leech that is apparently the weakest out of all the APW Megastars.
Just as I stood there in thought, I felt her touch and turned to see my former fiancée Ebony Fedora. Her glassy green eyes did a waltz in my vision and then we secluded ourselves amidst my Study in my wonderful Scotland Castle. I offered her some red wine; she took the glass up to her lips & drunk as if it was her first taste of wine. The blood red color of the wine clashed elegantly with her tender soft lips. I sat in front of her not longing on anything else but her presence at that very moment. The abundance of noise rung out through the door way of my Study but I barely could hear it. All I heard was her and that’s the only thing I wanted to hear.
“You haven’t aged a bit have you Donovan? You are the most attractive twenty-two year old in all of Scotland if that strokes your ego. The last time I saw you it was that fateful autumn when they tried you for murder and you were to be executed. Do you remember? As you nod there you must certainly do remember that treacherous moment. I tossed the ring and left you to die only for you to be pardoned through an unidentified testimony. Don’t you feel God’s presence with you? Or are you still that Atheist you always were? But as I saw in your study that bible opened supine across your end table. Do you believe in a higher power Donovan? Or did you sense me with your hound like senses? If so then you have obviously warmed up my heart to know more about the past three years.”
I haven’t brushed up religion for her and it was deeper than finding God. I wanted to know if there was an answer to why I’m feeling like this. The way I feel is of a man possessed with the absolute task of eliminating one man on a silver platter. It was my manifest destiny to enter this APW & it will be destiny to go through the entire roster. Then and only then will I come face to face with my birth enemy APW’s undisputed Champion himself Mr. CJ Gates. Whatever my true belief was all I knew was that Dionysus would be the stepping stone to a line of destruction.
“My young former lover there’s satisfaction in you. Yes? You have traveled through the deepest of oceans from your excursion in New Zealand. You look stunning as usual & I’m not kissing your finely tuned back side if you’re wondering. I read up on this God & his son Jesus Christ to find out my true calling in this world. And I have come face to face with it being to annihilate a fellow athletic specimen and to reign on top of the APW with a Death Grip. A grip so tight and deadly that all will suffer a slow forbidden torture in my cold steel blue eyes, neither old nor young is safe. I’ve been through hell and back to now see the true light of one God. And will these deaths be for him or shall it be for me? I don’t know the answer but maybe in time. Do you still see me as charming Doll face?”
Ebony Fedora tensed up at the vile sight of what I’m becoming and that’s the monster of her nightmares. Deep down she still thinks I’m capable of anything including murder. My cold steel blue eyes locked upon her as I sipped at the red wine emotionless. The sheer intensity in the room could kill any curiosity of the cat. Hell, it could very well kill anything that stepped in the presence of it.
“You claim to be this redefined unstoppable being yet you still don’t get it. You don’t get it do you? I was always going to leave you no matter innocent or guilty. I’m not who you think I am Donovan I’m only the messenger. The man I work for is The Man in Black & he’s a more powerful entity than you are. He wants you to accomplish your mission, but you must also obtain the highest championship available in Action Packed Wrestling. He wants you to eliminate all of the people who don’t understand the true power of the Scottish people including John Dionysus & your natural born enemy CJ Gates. I will always love you Donovan but this here is now strictly business. You can join us or you can be held captive forcefully…”
I was taken aback by this shocking revelation of what’s now my undying true purpose in this world. I wanted to refuse and send her into my Torture chamber. But I couldn’t as I loved her and I always will. So I swallowed the last drop of the red wine in my glass and stood up. I pressed her face against mines and wiped the hair away from her crying eyes. I didn’t love to see her cry as it pained me even more than I already endured. I wanted to be there for her, but this route I’m going down was the riskiest of slopes. What if my skis weren’t secure enough and I ended up hurdled over the edge of the snowy mountains. I guess it was the time to dig deep and embrace my undying destiny.
“Tell The Man in Black that I accept his offer in exchange for your freedom and only then will I be enslaved. I walked this earth with nothing but a crucifix on my back and now you bring me this news. I will love you until the day I emit by final breathe. And to show you how much I love you I’ll personally end the career of the fair haired Dionysus. You think you possess perfection but you are more flawed than the American government. You hide behind corporate suits and fat Americans with nothing better to do than run a great nation into the ground. I don’t hate other countries as that image was so last century I’m about torturing my precious victims. I will leave you more disfigured than Freddy Krueger thinks he is… Dionysus I’m simply Sadistic!!! So how about you wake up and smell the roses. This coming Sunday is about my Impact that will entail the ending of another man who overstayed his welcome. So don’t blink Mister Dionysus as you won’t suffer for that long. I’ll give you your fifteen second come back, a Six Feet Under & one hell of a headache the next morning. You will see why I’m the reason most people in Scotland can’t sleep. I have a new calling as of late The Scottish Tormentor, and you can flex all those fancy moves all you want. Maybe I’m not much of a wrestler but I’m going to submit you, or knock you out or maybe I’ll do one of the two big wrestling moves I know and pin you.”
I escorted my fair lady Ebony Fedora toward the roaring Scottish shore as she awaited her boat. Her eyes gleamed in the presence of a Light House over yonder. I held her close as she continuously sobbed thank you for me setting her free. It was best to do the blackest of deeds alone than to see my former love suffer her own personal hell. Her boat arrived a few minutes to midnight and as I watched her leave an eerie feeling shuddered over me. I trekked back to my Scotland Castle and then walked up the stairs into my study to see a figure cast upon my Recliner. The figure was surrounded by a dark aurora so I couldn’t make out his true appearance. I chillingly stepped back for a brief moment before sitting in front of this Man in Black. The only thing that was keenly visible was his demonic like red eyes peering at me without much movement. It was like he was peering into my soul searching for a reason why I tick? Most people have tried to do such a thing but came up with nothing but more questions than answers. The Man in Black grabbed a shot glass of scotch and drunk it slowly before setting it back on the small circular end table beside him. He looked down at the opened bible and quickly turned away in horror of its appearance. I sensed that this dark aurora didn’t like religion and then I knew if he ever crossed me this would be his glorious undoing. The Man in Black carefully laid his eyes upon me before telling me why he has set forth his appearance in front of me.
“I’ve traveled from the deep south in order to find you here “Grave Stalker”. I see a lot of undying potential in you so that’s why you have been chosen. You were merely one out of a million candidates for the task of infiltrating the APW and injecting my sinister teachings. I have never sought out someone who can’t handle the pressures of what this job entails. And you seem to know and understand that pressure beyond anything and that’s anything. So Mister Caine it’ll be a pleasure to sit at the table with you in the Land of Despair. You see it was I who freed you from your impending execution if it wasn’t for me you would have died. You were innocent in spirit but you see where innocence gets you. It can very well be the death of you Donovan. So you set your fair maiden free but you are forever in debt to me now. I’ve not come to only talk about our plans. I’ve come for something you’ve held for all of your life so far Mister Caine. I want to really see what you are like without any remorse or feeling. That’s why I’m asking for you to sign in my Black Book. You can think it over, maybe hold on to your precious for a while longer. But when you take this dagger, cut a small incision into your right palm and drip your red fluids upon this book. You will not only be in debt to me with your services in life but also your services in death. But no you won’t have eternal suffering in turn you shall torment them eternally.”
The Man in Black intrigued me to say the least in the ways of the wicked and the wise. But what was the fair catch in giving him something I hold dear. He wanted to make sure I’ll stay enslaved to him even if I overpowered him in life. But in death I’ll be in his world & then it’ll be his utter vengeance upon my person. No I wouldn’t sign the book, not now or ever. I stood up in front of this dark aurora and balled my fist as he saw my viciousness. He didn’t flinch as he knew I’d think twice of striking the one true chance I have at successful being able to vanquish Dionysus, CJ Gates & the others that stood in my way. So what I proposed in my thoughts was I used him up for my dirty deeds and drop him at a given chance. And then he won’t have the one thing that made me who I am, as well as my services will no longer be his or anyone else’s. I unclenched my fists and then sat back down upon the opposite comforter alongside The Man in Black.
“So for my debt I’ll serve you and only serve you to the best of my sinister abilities. John Dionysus you have all the right to be the cocky arse hole that you are. But why do you spit on what I’ve achieved so easily? I’m the Scottish Tormentor for a reason winning multiple Mixed Marital Arts tournament around The UK, Europe & the Pacific Islands. I’ve come to the United States only for the sheer adrenaline of reigning supreme and then I’ll slink back home to beautiful Scotland. I will unleash upon you what your father didn’t give you as a bratty little child, and that’s a beating and not just any beating. I’m going to give you a Scottish beating so savage & sick that the referee will have to stop the match. Do you want to achieve your false perfection? Well first you have to collide with the most inhumane thing to ever grace an APW ring. I don’t feel for my opponents nor do I ever show sympathy. I’m Doctor Kevorkian & I’ll be able to assist you in your career suicide. So step right up and accept me as the one who’ll take you out of your misery. And we’re not talking about Kathy Bates misery we are talking about the misery you suffer from being an embarrassment week in and out. There’s not anything you can say that will hurt my focus upon you Mister Dionysus. Do you not understand fate? The man who watches over us has given me the power to take you out. And while I may be guided by The Man in Black what I do to you is on my own accord. So you can try to scream but don’t bite your tongue. Once I have you in my grasp no one will save you. It’s more than fairly just to see so that you get stretchered out of the ring for your insolence. Fear not people in Miami come Sunday I’ll make it short and sweet. I’ve got a coffin properly configured as well and Justin Hume can’t wait to see you. He’ll shovel you with rich soil, while you’re six feet under. This isn’t about professional wrestling anymore my less than stellar victim it’s about my true awakening. My true awakening of being the sickest man on this entire roster and that will come to fruition. Should you be scared? I think you should be scared. Because knowing that I have who I have in my corner. Then you should lie down, don’t fight me and trust that it’ll all be over. But if you so help me, lay your vile fingers upon my well established physique I’ll end you right then and there. This is what’ll happen each & every damn night I guarantee it. Like a great man once said wait until they get a load of me…”
The Man in Black arose upon his feet and looked down at me with a smile dictating that he made a wise choice out of me. He patted me on the back as I sat there bowing in his favor. But the true meaning of this bow was a mere façade. I wasn’t going to give him what he wanted and my allegiance was all for my personal gain. The Scottish Tormentor walks the halls of shadows alone, by himself without a care in this very world. They cower in fear as the darkness rolls in; they cower in fear not knowing who’ll come. They hide in their beds afraid to look upon the one true thing that gives the horror tales fair meaning. I am that fair meaning set ablaze by The Man in Black setting my sites upon all who oppose him. I will strike down upon each and every one with an act of cruel intentions. What lies ahead is a sickening quest that most shudder & shy away from. I will not remain dormant but I’ll awaken with my true potential of being an enslaved being. The chains of darkness that fasten me down will only make me stronger, they’ll only make me deadlier and will only make me a bigger threat.
They say that they don’t believe in monsters but what am I? What am I? The lightning struck across the sky as the abundance of rain fell on the hilt of my Scotland Castle. The Man in Black left upon the arrival of the storm as the sheer thought of my true calling was made clear on this fateful meeting. I got up out of the comforter and crept towards the party, it was about time I’d show up to one of these unannounced. As they don’t know what kind of things will happen when the eyes of Torment are in the room? Dipping through the faces of those I’m unfamiliar with. The people gave me little to no notice as my black trench coat swept across the ball room floor. The music was coarsely moving as I crept toward a girl in the corner.
She was a little brunette girl who looked like my “sister”. I crept toward her but as I crept closer she moved backward. Before reaching her I fell into an excursion of deep darkness without much illumination. I was used to being trapped in the shadows, for so long there wasn’t any light. But I awakened in front of a lavish garden with fruits and vegetables alike. I don’t have on me my signature trench coat or my normal dark attire. I’m sporting a white vest, white Carhartt™ dungarees and sophisticated white loafers looking out over the garden. I breathe in the fresh air before making my way toward the house at the end of the garden’s narrow path. Maybe I was poisoned and maybe this was my vision of Heaven or an illusion of Hell? The house wasn’t barren all of the cabinets were filled to the brim with an assortment of goodies. At the hilt of the kitchen table is the blue flowers known as forget me nots. I saw a figure looking at me from what appears to be a dining room. I open the door and see my "sister” with her hair tied back and her smile wide. She motions me to sit at the table of sanctuary wither and I follow her notion. Resting in front of her there’s nothing on my mind but more questions. Nothing has ever been easy in my life as it’s always been one heartbreak after heartbreak. There’s a reason why she has returned in my life at this point and time.
The murder trials had happened approximately three years ago when I was tried for killing William Macgregor. But if I didn’t kill him then who did? The Man in Black kept the secret hidden and my “sister” thinks highly of me as she believes I got away with murder. She held a single forget me not in the palm of her hand. She handed me it and I pressed it against my palm tightly until it crumbled. She looked into my eyes sensing the sorrow from all the memories left in the dark. What little I did know wasn’t much minor MMA fights in my youth, had a fiancée Ebony Fedora and was tried for murder when I was just nineteen years old. If someone could feel in the god damn blanks I’d much appreciate it. The answers were in her. She didn’t look too much ready to open up. My “sister” kissed me on the lips before brushing my hair over my eyes. She then got up and stepped behind me leaning over my shoulders. Then all I felt were her lips pressed against my right ear emitting a beautiful melody of a voice.
“You came into your own “brother” but it’s something you must know. As you may be the one searching for answers there’s the matter of the questions. I must inform you that William’s murder was forced of hand. That night when you confronted him you two had begun to brawl. Punch after punch until nearing the edge of that dangerous hillside at the edge of his forefather’s lavish estate. I couldn’t watch you die so I crept behind William and pushed him over the edge. He fell but not before you grabbed his hand trying to save him. Before you could save him, he eyed me and called me a “no good bitch” which had set you off. So you let go of him making him plummet to his bitter ending. You did the right thing “brother” as we were to be together. But then father stood in our way so I refused to defy the one who helped conceive me. I waited for God to give me an opening and when he died in that fire there was hope. I casted my finger around you “brother” but couldn’t get a full grip with my hands. That Turkish cult ripped you out of bed one midnight when you were twenty years young. You were beaten severely before being thrown into the ocean. I thought you were dead until you saved me from a similar fate some odd nights ago. You must embrace your calling Donovan and become all those personas whether you’re a King, Tormentor or “Grave Stalker”. At the end of the day all that matters is how you see yourself. In the mirror is your pain and sorrow but I’ll help you break it. But first we must go to the highest of points in this company you’re in. Make them suffer beyond repair my brother and then open up Pandora’s Box. Let all the sorrow weep amongst them with the tears burning of fiery acid. Don’t ever question your loyalty as it remains with me and God. The Man in Black is only a pawn in a deadly game filled with too many outcomes to fathom. Your opponent John Dionysus is ten years older than you. He walks around like he’s someone to be afraid of. He doesn’t want to kill your career but his career you will lay to its final resting place. In the cursed night you will finally have a sense of true retribution.”
My sister leans over my shoulder and lies the Pandora’s Box in front of me as I opened it preparing to leave my mark with a giant bang.
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