Post by adm on Oct 27, 2008 17:52:10 GMT -6
“Behind the lies, you will see, the master of Insanity. Under the Mask, there will be, the Master of INSANITY!”
Like no other time before in his career in nCw has there been stakes this high. His insane and schizophrenic nature costing him matches with former champions the very week before he is in a triple-threat for the X-Division Championship. Fate, the man who has bounced from sane, to insane, and all points between; all he needs to do is win this match to claim his first legitimate title in well over a year in this profession. His last title that he held and defended was all the way back in June of 2007 when he won and then subsequently defended the MECCA Television title. He won their world title, only to have the place close before he could even get a shot at proving he was the best there was. His suicidal nature and the schizophrenia caused by his alter-ego Angelo Della Muerte have only crippled his performance in this career. It seems that though he has the potential to be a thousand times better than his mentor, Dark Prophet, he always falls short simply because he is the slave to his master of Insanity.
Today, however, he’s falling apart at the seams despite the good that is happening. He’s got a legitimate title shot, his woman is back in his life, despite having to have over a year of terrible memories erased overnight. Despite this, despite his overcoming drugs, he is in massive pain. He fights within his own head, with himself, trying to contain the darkest thoughts and actions he has. He tries to keep his job, his career, alive by pushing that dark denizen known as Angelo Della Muerte, as far down into the blackest depths as humanly possible.
“He is my master, he is my God. He is the reason I still live and the reason I wish to die. He’s the one who lets me win, or forces me, like this week, to fail. He’s my ultimate Fate, and he will be the death of me. Unholy Wheel of Fortuna, Death’s Execution Instrument of Malice. Let me, just once, Believe in Life and allow me to Win Gracefully without your Aide. Hear my Prayer, Angelo. Hear my Prayer and allow me to be Victorious Without you.”
In the darkest room within the hotel, he sits alone. On the floor, in the fetal position, he rocks back and forth. His woman, Susan, nowhere to be found. Has she left him? Or has he just requested to be alone? Only time will tell whether she has or not. But he isn’t crying, he is just whimpering. Tears fail him, as his quiet desperation allows only thoughts of what is to become of him to flood his mind.
“I am Fate. I am here, alone, by my own choice. I fight myself more than any other man on this planet. I have no foe besides myself. My friends, as few as they are, always scream at me to stop. You don’t understand, nobody does. You haven’t lived my life. I’m a ****ing mess. Look at me, look what I’ve done to myself, shaving my ****ing head and wearing this damned mask. But you don’t realize how much it took to create this THING you see. Twenty-five years of torment. Eight dead girlfriends, one of which I was engaged to. I withstood the torment of not knowing whether Susan was alive or dead for over a year when she was kidnapped and tortured by Skorp. My family was brutally murdered as a child. I was addicted to Heroin and prescription pills along with a lifelong battle with alcoholism. You don’t understand my turmoil, you people, you fake freaks who smile behind your pain. I can’t smile anymore, not the same way you can. Even with Susan “back” it’s only a matter of time before she remembers and goes insane again. Then I will be alone, alone like I always am. Alone in the darkness to face my own demons and try and just SURVIVE. But when I step between the ropes…everything changes. I can take my lifelong frustrations out legally. I can escape and turn whoever I face into the greatest enemies of my entire life. The men who killed my family, the various methods my girlfriends died, or even myself…”
Fate knows what it is that bothers him, and he’s not afraid to say it. He’s not afraid to show the torment or mixed emotions within his body. He closes his eyes and breathes out. But his eyes don’t open right away; instead his face begins to contort into a twisted and maniacal smile. He looks like a psychopath, the same psychopath that lives inside his head. The rain of brass petals begins as he slowly stands to his feet, a twisted and insane laugh coming from behind the half-mask upon his face.
“Kwee Hee Haww Haw, He, ho, ha, ha KWEEEHEEHA!”
The laugh is inhuman, almost like a mix between a hyena and the laugh of Lucifer himself. There’s no joy greater for Angelo Della Muerte than the joy of the slaughter. He wants to maim and kill; he wants to rip to shreds.
“Oh what joy I get from this. I can taste the fear in AJ’s heart as he has that horrendous nightmare. He thinks I’m going to steal and assault his ex-girlfriend? Well…now that he gave me the idea I might just do that. To take from him what mattered most at one point, and a thing he still loves, would be such great victory over him. **** the title, I want to DESTROY him. I want to eat his mother in front of him while he’s tied to a chair with his eyelids taped to his forehead. I want to make him SUFFER, him and Hammond both should suffer dearly for the things they have said against me in the past. I’m not INSANE; I am the MASTER of INSANITY! I am GOD here! There is no ESCAPING Angelo Della Muerte, for I am the Reaper, and I will…”
Angelo cannot finish as Fate begins to scream, pounding his head against the floor. He is violently fighting to get control back, trying to force Angelo from him, even for a moment.
“GET OUT OF MY HEAD YOU ****ING FREAK!”
Fate falls to the floor, gasping for breath. He expended a lot of energy forcing his alternate self from him. There’s no winning, just temporary victory, small steps. Fate looks around him, as the room begins to change. Things aren’t what they seem, as the walls begin to close in on him. The television, bed, and dresser all begin moving with the walls toward him, threatening to crush and kill. Fate stands up, and shuts his eyes as he speaks out loud to himself.
“This isn’t real; this is just your imagination. He’s just toying with you, Fate. He’s just doing this to make you look weak, you can beat him. Fate, concentrate, relax. The walls are not moving. You are safe, nothing about this is real.”
Fate opens his eyes, and panic sets in as the room continues to close in on him. Beyond that, the floor begins to disappear in chunks, leaving nothing but a black void below him to accompany the slowly encroaching ceiling. His eyes roll into the back of his head as he falls to the ground. We hear Angelo Della Muerte laughing as suddenly we hear a lock hit the door. The room returns to normal as Susan walks in. She sees Fate, and screams, rushing to his side.
“Darling! Are you alright? Are you hurt?”
Fate comes around and his eyes open, “What? What happened?”
“Are you hurt? Do you need a doctor?” Her concerned voice is that of a beautiful angel, though a very gothic angel at that.
“I’m Fine, Susan. He…It’s gone for now. I was just having a little bit of a panic attack, it’s nothing major.”
“Are you sure you don’t need to go to a doctor?”
Fate stands up, shaking his head, “No, I’m FINE, Susan. Please, just…I’m ok. I’m sorry for scaring you like that.”
She sighs, knowing, even after such a short time of “being back to normal” that this is just how he is. Whenever he has an episode, he shuts off to her. She goes and opens the bathroom door.
“I’m going to take a hot bath; you can come join me when I’m done, ok?”
“Ok, my darling. I’ll be in there after I’m done.”
Fate sits on the edge of the bed, and looks down. On the floor, is a single slip of paper, seemingly ancient. There is a poem, written in Italian, but Fate speaks it in English.
“Fate - monstrous
and empty,
you whirling wheel,
you are malevolent,
well-being is vain
and always fades to nothing,
shadowed
and veiled
you plague me too;
now through the game
I bring my bare back
to your villainy.
The wheel of Fortune turns;
I go down, demeaned;
another is raised up;
far too high up
sits the king at the summit -
let him fear ruin!
for under the axis is written
Queen Hecuba.”
Fate is puzzled; he wonders exactly what it is he’s reading. Where he got it, or why it is there.
“Indeed the Hands of Fate are winding up as the time draws nearer to Mind Games. Jack Hammond and AJ Phoenix are my opponents in this triple-threat match for the X-Division title. I’ve battled foes harder than them both, myself. Nobody knows the pain and immense strength it takes to overcome what I have outside of the ring. And under orders of the “management” I have to try even HARDER to fix my own mistakes and “clean up”. Apparently they keep getting letters from concerned parents about their children having nightmares after watching me. And people in general are afraid of that which they do not understand, and I admit I am very difficult to understand. Hammond didn’t understand, and he got decimated by me last time I faced him. Well, not decimated, but I did beat him. There’s no beating Fate, there’s only small victories like the one Ricky Johnson got last week. Only because of my own fight within myself did I lose to him. But I refuse to lose a chance at a title. Not once in my whole nearly three-years of wrestling in the big leagues have I lost a title shot that meant this much. And of course, we all know that AJ has now held the title longer than anyone else. He’s beaten you before, Hammond, and so have I. But this is different, three men, one ring. I could pin YOU and win. Or I could pin AJ. Or you could pin AJ or you could pin Me. There’s nothing but a 1/3 chance of victory, but those are my kind of odds. You forget my name, so simply, world. You forget there is such a thing as the Inevitable Hand of Fate and I am that hand. I bring about the destiny of those around me. I am the wielder of the sword that pierces the heart of weak minds like yours. AJ Phoenix, the champion, he’s probably ****ting himself thinking about what happened a few weeks ago when Angelo took over and choked him out. Hammond is probably recalling his dark memories of what happened in that ring, when split-personalities worked against him to allow me a victory over him. I’ve never held a title here in nCw and I’m perfect for this division. I’m more fit to succeed over AJ than you, Hammond. You already had your chance, and you lost. You just happened to get a good second chance while I had to work to get into this match. I beat you; I beat the original #1 contender to do this. And now, what can I do but win? If I lose, it’s over. There are no second chances for Fate, they’ll put me in the back, and I don’t have the Contra code like you do, Hammond. You can go right back to the front of the line saying “Well it wasn’t a singles match” or “There’s still a Cage, or Assault-X we could try” while me, I’m not in anyone’s good graces. They want to see me fail, Hammond. You do, AJ does, Spike, EVERYONE! There is no “hey, let’s watch Fate win”, no, everyone wants to see me crumble under my own weight like before. Everyone wants to see me FAIL. I have no REAL FANS, because I’m the outcast. I’m the one everyone wants to see fall. I am Fate, so they instantly think I’m Fatalistic and there is no VICTORY for one who craves death. But I don’t crave it so much anymore; I have my companion back, at least for now. I don’t crave drugs, my head is as clear as it is going to get. And there’s no stopping me, Hammond and AJ. But think what if Angelo gets out? He wants the gold more than anyone else in this place. Were it not for him, WE would have never faced, Hammond. Were it not for Angelo, this match would still be just Hammond vs. AJ round 2, with same results as before. But I am FATE! I am the INEVITABLE and I will be the one who screws up your plans! Vestri Fortuna Est Supervenio.”
Fate laughs as he stands up. He doesn’t even bother knocking as he enters the bathroom. The door slams behind him and we hear giggling from both Fate and Susan as we fade to black.
Like no other time before in his career in nCw has there been stakes this high. His insane and schizophrenic nature costing him matches with former champions the very week before he is in a triple-threat for the X-Division Championship. Fate, the man who has bounced from sane, to insane, and all points between; all he needs to do is win this match to claim his first legitimate title in well over a year in this profession. His last title that he held and defended was all the way back in June of 2007 when he won and then subsequently defended the MECCA Television title. He won their world title, only to have the place close before he could even get a shot at proving he was the best there was. His suicidal nature and the schizophrenia caused by his alter-ego Angelo Della Muerte have only crippled his performance in this career. It seems that though he has the potential to be a thousand times better than his mentor, Dark Prophet, he always falls short simply because he is the slave to his master of Insanity.
Today, however, he’s falling apart at the seams despite the good that is happening. He’s got a legitimate title shot, his woman is back in his life, despite having to have over a year of terrible memories erased overnight. Despite this, despite his overcoming drugs, he is in massive pain. He fights within his own head, with himself, trying to contain the darkest thoughts and actions he has. He tries to keep his job, his career, alive by pushing that dark denizen known as Angelo Della Muerte, as far down into the blackest depths as humanly possible.
“He is my master, he is my God. He is the reason I still live and the reason I wish to die. He’s the one who lets me win, or forces me, like this week, to fail. He’s my ultimate Fate, and he will be the death of me. Unholy Wheel of Fortuna, Death’s Execution Instrument of Malice. Let me, just once, Believe in Life and allow me to Win Gracefully without your Aide. Hear my Prayer, Angelo. Hear my Prayer and allow me to be Victorious Without you.”
In the darkest room within the hotel, he sits alone. On the floor, in the fetal position, he rocks back and forth. His woman, Susan, nowhere to be found. Has she left him? Or has he just requested to be alone? Only time will tell whether she has or not. But he isn’t crying, he is just whimpering. Tears fail him, as his quiet desperation allows only thoughts of what is to become of him to flood his mind.
“I am Fate. I am here, alone, by my own choice. I fight myself more than any other man on this planet. I have no foe besides myself. My friends, as few as they are, always scream at me to stop. You don’t understand, nobody does. You haven’t lived my life. I’m a ****ing mess. Look at me, look what I’ve done to myself, shaving my ****ing head and wearing this damned mask. But you don’t realize how much it took to create this THING you see. Twenty-five years of torment. Eight dead girlfriends, one of which I was engaged to. I withstood the torment of not knowing whether Susan was alive or dead for over a year when she was kidnapped and tortured by Skorp. My family was brutally murdered as a child. I was addicted to Heroin and prescription pills along with a lifelong battle with alcoholism. You don’t understand my turmoil, you people, you fake freaks who smile behind your pain. I can’t smile anymore, not the same way you can. Even with Susan “back” it’s only a matter of time before she remembers and goes insane again. Then I will be alone, alone like I always am. Alone in the darkness to face my own demons and try and just SURVIVE. But when I step between the ropes…everything changes. I can take my lifelong frustrations out legally. I can escape and turn whoever I face into the greatest enemies of my entire life. The men who killed my family, the various methods my girlfriends died, or even myself…”
Fate knows what it is that bothers him, and he’s not afraid to say it. He’s not afraid to show the torment or mixed emotions within his body. He closes his eyes and breathes out. But his eyes don’t open right away; instead his face begins to contort into a twisted and maniacal smile. He looks like a psychopath, the same psychopath that lives inside his head. The rain of brass petals begins as he slowly stands to his feet, a twisted and insane laugh coming from behind the half-mask upon his face.
“Kwee Hee Haww Haw, He, ho, ha, ha KWEEEHEEHA!”
The laugh is inhuman, almost like a mix between a hyena and the laugh of Lucifer himself. There’s no joy greater for Angelo Della Muerte than the joy of the slaughter. He wants to maim and kill; he wants to rip to shreds.
“Oh what joy I get from this. I can taste the fear in AJ’s heart as he has that horrendous nightmare. He thinks I’m going to steal and assault his ex-girlfriend? Well…now that he gave me the idea I might just do that. To take from him what mattered most at one point, and a thing he still loves, would be such great victory over him. **** the title, I want to DESTROY him. I want to eat his mother in front of him while he’s tied to a chair with his eyelids taped to his forehead. I want to make him SUFFER, him and Hammond both should suffer dearly for the things they have said against me in the past. I’m not INSANE; I am the MASTER of INSANITY! I am GOD here! There is no ESCAPING Angelo Della Muerte, for I am the Reaper, and I will…”
Angelo cannot finish as Fate begins to scream, pounding his head against the floor. He is violently fighting to get control back, trying to force Angelo from him, even for a moment.
“GET OUT OF MY HEAD YOU ****ING FREAK!”
Fate falls to the floor, gasping for breath. He expended a lot of energy forcing his alternate self from him. There’s no winning, just temporary victory, small steps. Fate looks around him, as the room begins to change. Things aren’t what they seem, as the walls begin to close in on him. The television, bed, and dresser all begin moving with the walls toward him, threatening to crush and kill. Fate stands up, and shuts his eyes as he speaks out loud to himself.
“This isn’t real; this is just your imagination. He’s just toying with you, Fate. He’s just doing this to make you look weak, you can beat him. Fate, concentrate, relax. The walls are not moving. You are safe, nothing about this is real.”
Fate opens his eyes, and panic sets in as the room continues to close in on him. Beyond that, the floor begins to disappear in chunks, leaving nothing but a black void below him to accompany the slowly encroaching ceiling. His eyes roll into the back of his head as he falls to the ground. We hear Angelo Della Muerte laughing as suddenly we hear a lock hit the door. The room returns to normal as Susan walks in. She sees Fate, and screams, rushing to his side.
“Darling! Are you alright? Are you hurt?”
Fate comes around and his eyes open, “What? What happened?”
“Are you hurt? Do you need a doctor?” Her concerned voice is that of a beautiful angel, though a very gothic angel at that.
“I’m Fine, Susan. He…It’s gone for now. I was just having a little bit of a panic attack, it’s nothing major.”
“Are you sure you don’t need to go to a doctor?”
Fate stands up, shaking his head, “No, I’m FINE, Susan. Please, just…I’m ok. I’m sorry for scaring you like that.”
She sighs, knowing, even after such a short time of “being back to normal” that this is just how he is. Whenever he has an episode, he shuts off to her. She goes and opens the bathroom door.
“I’m going to take a hot bath; you can come join me when I’m done, ok?”
“Ok, my darling. I’ll be in there after I’m done.”
Fate sits on the edge of the bed, and looks down. On the floor, is a single slip of paper, seemingly ancient. There is a poem, written in Italian, but Fate speaks it in English.
“Fate - monstrous
and empty,
you whirling wheel,
you are malevolent,
well-being is vain
and always fades to nothing,
shadowed
and veiled
you plague me too;
now through the game
I bring my bare back
to your villainy.
The wheel of Fortune turns;
I go down, demeaned;
another is raised up;
far too high up
sits the king at the summit -
let him fear ruin!
for under the axis is written
Queen Hecuba.”
Fate is puzzled; he wonders exactly what it is he’s reading. Where he got it, or why it is there.
“Indeed the Hands of Fate are winding up as the time draws nearer to Mind Games. Jack Hammond and AJ Phoenix are my opponents in this triple-threat match for the X-Division title. I’ve battled foes harder than them both, myself. Nobody knows the pain and immense strength it takes to overcome what I have outside of the ring. And under orders of the “management” I have to try even HARDER to fix my own mistakes and “clean up”. Apparently they keep getting letters from concerned parents about their children having nightmares after watching me. And people in general are afraid of that which they do not understand, and I admit I am very difficult to understand. Hammond didn’t understand, and he got decimated by me last time I faced him. Well, not decimated, but I did beat him. There’s no beating Fate, there’s only small victories like the one Ricky Johnson got last week. Only because of my own fight within myself did I lose to him. But I refuse to lose a chance at a title. Not once in my whole nearly three-years of wrestling in the big leagues have I lost a title shot that meant this much. And of course, we all know that AJ has now held the title longer than anyone else. He’s beaten you before, Hammond, and so have I. But this is different, three men, one ring. I could pin YOU and win. Or I could pin AJ. Or you could pin AJ or you could pin Me. There’s nothing but a 1/3 chance of victory, but those are my kind of odds. You forget my name, so simply, world. You forget there is such a thing as the Inevitable Hand of Fate and I am that hand. I bring about the destiny of those around me. I am the wielder of the sword that pierces the heart of weak minds like yours. AJ Phoenix, the champion, he’s probably ****ting himself thinking about what happened a few weeks ago when Angelo took over and choked him out. Hammond is probably recalling his dark memories of what happened in that ring, when split-personalities worked against him to allow me a victory over him. I’ve never held a title here in nCw and I’m perfect for this division. I’m more fit to succeed over AJ than you, Hammond. You already had your chance, and you lost. You just happened to get a good second chance while I had to work to get into this match. I beat you; I beat the original #1 contender to do this. And now, what can I do but win? If I lose, it’s over. There are no second chances for Fate, they’ll put me in the back, and I don’t have the Contra code like you do, Hammond. You can go right back to the front of the line saying “Well it wasn’t a singles match” or “There’s still a Cage, or Assault-X we could try” while me, I’m not in anyone’s good graces. They want to see me fail, Hammond. You do, AJ does, Spike, EVERYONE! There is no “hey, let’s watch Fate win”, no, everyone wants to see me crumble under my own weight like before. Everyone wants to see me FAIL. I have no REAL FANS, because I’m the outcast. I’m the one everyone wants to see fall. I am Fate, so they instantly think I’m Fatalistic and there is no VICTORY for one who craves death. But I don’t crave it so much anymore; I have my companion back, at least for now. I don’t crave drugs, my head is as clear as it is going to get. And there’s no stopping me, Hammond and AJ. But think what if Angelo gets out? He wants the gold more than anyone else in this place. Were it not for him, WE would have never faced, Hammond. Were it not for Angelo, this match would still be just Hammond vs. AJ round 2, with same results as before. But I am FATE! I am the INEVITABLE and I will be the one who screws up your plans! Vestri Fortuna Est Supervenio.”
Fate laughs as he stands up. He doesn’t even bother knocking as he enters the bathroom. The door slams behind him and we hear giggling from both Fate and Susan as we fade to black.