Post by adm on Oct 30, 2008 23:04:16 GMT -6
“This is my letter to the fans of nCw. This is my explanation of the turmoil within my life and how hard it has been to this point. To be without the one I love most, thinking she was dead, then finding her and realizing what was done without having been able to help…nobody knows those feelings. That helplessness nearly destroyed me. And AJ or Hammond, or anyone else, knows what that will do to a man. That kind of pain, that kind of torment, that kind of suffering…it changes people.”
*Flashback*
The slow cries of a tormented man can be heard as we open to a hospital room. This isn’t the same Fate we know, this was long before he took the name we know him as today. This was when he used a former assumed name, Anthony Borezzio. A name and face that kept him out of the reach of those who had attempted to murder his entire family, only to fall short by underestimating the deadliness of a 10 year old mob-boy. This is a day only six years later, a day that would torture him for ten years to come. The day his beloved Cecilia dies. There she is, on the hospital bed, her heartbeat and pulse slowly fading as Leukemia takes what little life remains in her 17-year-old body. Fate is just shy of 17 when this happens, and if it were not for this one event, his entire life would have taken a different path.
“Cecilia, can you still hear me? I know you’re in a coma…I know you are dying. I…I don’t know what I can do to help you. You are in so much pain. You’ve fought this disease for so long, over a year and a half. You were so afraid, so afraid that if I knew when we started dating that I’d leave you. But, I love you, Cecilia. I don’t want you to die. If I could…I’d give my life for yours. Please…wake up and tell me you love me one more time.”
She doesn’t wake up, instead we hear the EKG machine go flat line, and Cecilia is now dead. It’s been so hard on the young Fate; he looks years older than he should. He is grizzled, and looks almost as old as he is now, 10 years later.
“No…she can’t be dead!”
A familiar, sinister voice begins to speak out of Fate’s mouth as his face darkens and a twisted grin rolls across his face.
“Oh she’s dead, alright. She’s dead, Anthony, and there is NOTHING you can do about it. She’s going to BURN IN HELL, too! Burn until the end of time, you’ll NEVER be able to save her!”
“NO! NO! NO!!!”
Fate screams as he runs out of the hospital room, tears streaming down his face.
*End Flashback*
Fate and Susan are sitting in a private booth in a very fancy restaurant, as Susan holds Fate in her arms. Tears run down his face, as he recalls not only those memories but so many other horrible memories. Eight separate women have tragically died, all women he loved dearly. And for over a year, he feared Susan was the ninth to encounter that same Fate.
“It’s ok, Fate, I’m here. I won’t leave you again, for any reason. I promise.”
Their food is getting cold, but I doubt Fate cares at this point. This time of year, the changing of the seasons, takes a terrible toll on his psyche. The time of year when most of the tragedies his life have given him come around. He’s a very tormented soul, but then what about what he said earlier…about changing people.
“I’m so tired of having to re-live all these nightmares over and over, Susan. I wish I could just forget them the same way you did, so miraculously…but I don’t think I can. I’m addicted to my own suffering. It is all I have ever truly known.”
“It will be fine, Fate. But let’s finish our food, and then we can go for a walk.”
We cut to a later time, when Fate and Susan are walking through the dark city at night. The street lights are beautiful, even though the night is not very safe. Huston has always been a hotbed for crime, as all major cities are. But tonight, it is calm. Fate seems to have cheered up a little, as he walks with Susan.
“I’m sorry for making a scene in the restaurant, Susan. I really am. I’ve just got a lot on my mind right now.”
“I know you have your big match against AJ Phoenix and Hammond for the X-Division title. And I know you’ve had a hard time believing I’ve come back to you, but I have. And ADM can’t do anything about it.”
Almost as if on cue, Fate’s face contorts to a twisted smile, “Kill Susan.”
“What did you say, honey?”
“Kill Susan, Fate. Kill her, she’s nothing. Finish her off, just like we’re gonna finish Skorp and nCw. Kill them all; take the world down with you into the darkest depths of Hell!”
Fate begins to laugh, but stops, suddenly, as he falls to his knees, panting for breath.
“Are you ok?” Susan is very worried, “ADM just…”
“I know…just…help me back up. I have to talk…about…things…”
Susan helps lift Fate up off the concrete, as his face turns far darker than it was when ADM took over. Something has changed inside of him, something…
“There’s only one thing I can do to stop ADM, and that is to give him what he wants. And no, I don’t mean killing you, Susan. No, I mean the X-Division title. To give him a “toy” is to keep him happy. I can’t give you to him; I can’t afford to lose you again, Susan. But no, I will decimate him with gifts of gold. He wants the title so bad, he can HAVE it!”
“But, Fate, isn’t that dangerous? To appease the sick **** within you by giving him the title?”
“Would you rather I let him continue to fight? Would you rather he rape and kill you? No…I can’t. I have to let him get what he wants most, the X-Division title. He wants it bad enough to KILL, Susan. And I’ll give him what he wants, I’ll let him loose in the ring, and he’ll have a HAYDAY with AJ and Hammond. Neither of you two have faced ADM, but you don’t KNOW what he can do. I do. I know what he can do with just a bag of salt and sharp cardboard. Give him more than that, and he just can continue the torment for even longer. He’s a demon, he is the devil and he will come out at Mind Games.”
“But...”
Fate’s voice changes back to ADM’s once again, and a sick cackle leaves his throat. He grabs Susan by her hair and pulls her in close to him, wrapping his steely-strong arm around her so she cannot escape.
“Oh, Susan, don’t argue with Death, he doesn’t like arguing. No…he likes what he’s been doing to AJ Phoenix, tearing him apart from the inside. I’ve given him the best nightmares he’s ever had, and he’s afraid. I am his Boogeyman, Susan, and I will become so much more at Mind Games. You see, I am not an ALTERNATE PERSONALITY like so many think, no…I’m IMMORTAL! I am DEATH! And Fate…” His voice dips into a deep growl temporarily, “Your LOVER…well, he’s just a SHELL! MWAHAHA! KWEEHAHA! Now…on to my “so called opponents”…KWEEHAHA!”
Fate, as ADM, spins Susan around like he’s dancing with her, before pulling her back in close and beginning to “tango” with her as he speaks in a twisted and evil rhyme.
“AJ Phoenix lies in bed,
Counting sheep above his head.
And there next to him, lying comfortably,
Is his ex-girlfriend, covered with red.
The red blood of crimson glory,
Flowing from lips of cherry delight.
Watch her breasts, they do not heave,
Her death signaled by grim moonlight.
AJ sleeps so soundly in the bed,
Unaware the tragedy beside him.
But soon he’ll wake, I assure you this.
And when he does his light will dim.
You see he loves her,
He loves the dead girl.
But soon his worst nightmare,
I will unfurl.
She’s been killed,
Not by my hand at all.
No, she’s dead alright,
But from a bad fall.
Off the wagon,
Into overdose delusion.
Soon AJ will wake,
To pain and confusion.
Blood flows from her nose and eyes,
Like bloody snot and terror cries.
But it is not
AJ I despise,
But the love,
Next to him lies.
See, I hate love,
And love hates I.
And because of love,
That she doth die.
You killed her, AJ,
It’s all your fault.
Now take the gun,
To your mouth.
Take it and
Head Deep South.
Go to Hell,
Where I doth dwell.
Your lungs will burn in sulfur.
Your hair will singe.
Fire will take you down,
Like a bad drug binge.
I’ll take your life, AJ
I’ll take your pride.
I’ll take your title, too.
You will not survive.
Mind Games is MY games.
Games I like to play.
Go to church and see the priest,
He’d love to watch you PRAY!”
Fate, as ADM, leans Susan, who is now very afraid at his antics, back and gives her a firm and passionate kiss. She is confused, whether it is Fate or ADM who kissed her, as he continues to dance with her as he rhymes once more.
“Down in the darkest hole,
You’d be very well advised.
To plan Hammond’s funeral.
Or else he’ll be despised.
So very quiet,
You have been.
But for good reason,
My bad friend.
You’re so afraid of me,
So very afraid.
But do not worry, Hammy, dear.
I know you are far from brave.
You can’t face your reflection the way WE can.
You cannot face the demon within.
But begin again, Hammy, darling.
And whither, weather, hitherin.
Juxtapose your body parts
Juxtapose legs and arms.
Head, Heart, lungs and low.
Keeps you from Fate’s Harms.
Dying in the Mind Game art
Where the Demon gets his start.
Where you find your hollow heart.
Where death and you shall ne’er part.
Go on, Hammy, say a word.
I swear it will be the last.
Say something meaningful,
Make it all last.
I’ve killed so many,
Over millions of years.
Even God herself,
Holds me among her fears.
Tonight, tonight, is the night.
For a fright, for a fight.
For a darkest test of might.
Bring the hammer, sickle and iron.
And I shall call you Communist Jack.
Jacky, boy of dearest love.
Your skills, of talking, you now lack.
AJ spoke twice already,
You spoke none.
Come on, Hammy,
Come join the FUN!
Back to reality,
We see the dark.
Man I’m copying Prophet,
What a ****ing Lark.
But he learned from I,
And I from He.
And of course with Fate,
We come for THEE!
X-Division title match.
Fire in the balcony.
Love in the heart of darkness.
And nothing rhymes with Balcony.
Orange doesn’t rhyme much either.
Except with orange.
Damnit, now I’ve gotten off track.
But then again, orange you glad?
I stopped talking death,
If only a moment.
That will indeed,
Cost you your last breath.
Turning the end against you.
Turning on the Mind Games.
We’re gonna see the end.
We’re gonna see the Play.
CHILDREN OF THE GRAVE BE HERE!
CHILDREN BE MY GRAVE!
JACK AND AJ WILL SOON LEARN!
HOW TO BECOME A SLAVE!
TO THEIR FEAR!
TO THEIR TROUBLE!
TO THE DOUBLE DOUBLE!
TOIL AND ****ING BUBBLE!
Fate cackles as he twirls Susan once more, before falling to the ground. He pants, catching his breath. Susan lifts him to his feet, her cold eyes staring into his. After a moment, she pulls him close and kisses him passionately.
“Now you have to write a poem for me, darling.”
“What?”
Fate is confused, but they walk off, and we fade to black. Transmission ends there.
*Flashback*
The slow cries of a tormented man can be heard as we open to a hospital room. This isn’t the same Fate we know, this was long before he took the name we know him as today. This was when he used a former assumed name, Anthony Borezzio. A name and face that kept him out of the reach of those who had attempted to murder his entire family, only to fall short by underestimating the deadliness of a 10 year old mob-boy. This is a day only six years later, a day that would torture him for ten years to come. The day his beloved Cecilia dies. There she is, on the hospital bed, her heartbeat and pulse slowly fading as Leukemia takes what little life remains in her 17-year-old body. Fate is just shy of 17 when this happens, and if it were not for this one event, his entire life would have taken a different path.
“Cecilia, can you still hear me? I know you’re in a coma…I know you are dying. I…I don’t know what I can do to help you. You are in so much pain. You’ve fought this disease for so long, over a year and a half. You were so afraid, so afraid that if I knew when we started dating that I’d leave you. But, I love you, Cecilia. I don’t want you to die. If I could…I’d give my life for yours. Please…wake up and tell me you love me one more time.”
She doesn’t wake up, instead we hear the EKG machine go flat line, and Cecilia is now dead. It’s been so hard on the young Fate; he looks years older than he should. He is grizzled, and looks almost as old as he is now, 10 years later.
“No…she can’t be dead!”
A familiar, sinister voice begins to speak out of Fate’s mouth as his face darkens and a twisted grin rolls across his face.
“Oh she’s dead, alright. She’s dead, Anthony, and there is NOTHING you can do about it. She’s going to BURN IN HELL, too! Burn until the end of time, you’ll NEVER be able to save her!”
“NO! NO! NO!!!”
Fate screams as he runs out of the hospital room, tears streaming down his face.
*End Flashback*
Fate and Susan are sitting in a private booth in a very fancy restaurant, as Susan holds Fate in her arms. Tears run down his face, as he recalls not only those memories but so many other horrible memories. Eight separate women have tragically died, all women he loved dearly. And for over a year, he feared Susan was the ninth to encounter that same Fate.
“It’s ok, Fate, I’m here. I won’t leave you again, for any reason. I promise.”
Their food is getting cold, but I doubt Fate cares at this point. This time of year, the changing of the seasons, takes a terrible toll on his psyche. The time of year when most of the tragedies his life have given him come around. He’s a very tormented soul, but then what about what he said earlier…about changing people.
“I’m so tired of having to re-live all these nightmares over and over, Susan. I wish I could just forget them the same way you did, so miraculously…but I don’t think I can. I’m addicted to my own suffering. It is all I have ever truly known.”
“It will be fine, Fate. But let’s finish our food, and then we can go for a walk.”
We cut to a later time, when Fate and Susan are walking through the dark city at night. The street lights are beautiful, even though the night is not very safe. Huston has always been a hotbed for crime, as all major cities are. But tonight, it is calm. Fate seems to have cheered up a little, as he walks with Susan.
“I’m sorry for making a scene in the restaurant, Susan. I really am. I’ve just got a lot on my mind right now.”
“I know you have your big match against AJ Phoenix and Hammond for the X-Division title. And I know you’ve had a hard time believing I’ve come back to you, but I have. And ADM can’t do anything about it.”
Almost as if on cue, Fate’s face contorts to a twisted smile, “Kill Susan.”
“What did you say, honey?”
“Kill Susan, Fate. Kill her, she’s nothing. Finish her off, just like we’re gonna finish Skorp and nCw. Kill them all; take the world down with you into the darkest depths of Hell!”
Fate begins to laugh, but stops, suddenly, as he falls to his knees, panting for breath.
“Are you ok?” Susan is very worried, “ADM just…”
“I know…just…help me back up. I have to talk…about…things…”
Susan helps lift Fate up off the concrete, as his face turns far darker than it was when ADM took over. Something has changed inside of him, something…
“There’s only one thing I can do to stop ADM, and that is to give him what he wants. And no, I don’t mean killing you, Susan. No, I mean the X-Division title. To give him a “toy” is to keep him happy. I can’t give you to him; I can’t afford to lose you again, Susan. But no, I will decimate him with gifts of gold. He wants the title so bad, he can HAVE it!”
“But, Fate, isn’t that dangerous? To appease the sick **** within you by giving him the title?”
“Would you rather I let him continue to fight? Would you rather he rape and kill you? No…I can’t. I have to let him get what he wants most, the X-Division title. He wants it bad enough to KILL, Susan. And I’ll give him what he wants, I’ll let him loose in the ring, and he’ll have a HAYDAY with AJ and Hammond. Neither of you two have faced ADM, but you don’t KNOW what he can do. I do. I know what he can do with just a bag of salt and sharp cardboard. Give him more than that, and he just can continue the torment for even longer. He’s a demon, he is the devil and he will come out at Mind Games.”
“But...”
Fate’s voice changes back to ADM’s once again, and a sick cackle leaves his throat. He grabs Susan by her hair and pulls her in close to him, wrapping his steely-strong arm around her so she cannot escape.
“Oh, Susan, don’t argue with Death, he doesn’t like arguing. No…he likes what he’s been doing to AJ Phoenix, tearing him apart from the inside. I’ve given him the best nightmares he’s ever had, and he’s afraid. I am his Boogeyman, Susan, and I will become so much more at Mind Games. You see, I am not an ALTERNATE PERSONALITY like so many think, no…I’m IMMORTAL! I am DEATH! And Fate…” His voice dips into a deep growl temporarily, “Your LOVER…well, he’s just a SHELL! MWAHAHA! KWEEHAHA! Now…on to my “so called opponents”…KWEEHAHA!”
Fate, as ADM, spins Susan around like he’s dancing with her, before pulling her back in close and beginning to “tango” with her as he speaks in a twisted and evil rhyme.
“AJ Phoenix lies in bed,
Counting sheep above his head.
And there next to him, lying comfortably,
Is his ex-girlfriend, covered with red.
The red blood of crimson glory,
Flowing from lips of cherry delight.
Watch her breasts, they do not heave,
Her death signaled by grim moonlight.
AJ sleeps so soundly in the bed,
Unaware the tragedy beside him.
But soon he’ll wake, I assure you this.
And when he does his light will dim.
You see he loves her,
He loves the dead girl.
But soon his worst nightmare,
I will unfurl.
She’s been killed,
Not by my hand at all.
No, she’s dead alright,
But from a bad fall.
Off the wagon,
Into overdose delusion.
Soon AJ will wake,
To pain and confusion.
Blood flows from her nose and eyes,
Like bloody snot and terror cries.
But it is not
AJ I despise,
But the love,
Next to him lies.
See, I hate love,
And love hates I.
And because of love,
That she doth die.
You killed her, AJ,
It’s all your fault.
Now take the gun,
To your mouth.
Take it and
Head Deep South.
Go to Hell,
Where I doth dwell.
Your lungs will burn in sulfur.
Your hair will singe.
Fire will take you down,
Like a bad drug binge.
I’ll take your life, AJ
I’ll take your pride.
I’ll take your title, too.
You will not survive.
Mind Games is MY games.
Games I like to play.
Go to church and see the priest,
He’d love to watch you PRAY!”
Fate, as ADM, leans Susan, who is now very afraid at his antics, back and gives her a firm and passionate kiss. She is confused, whether it is Fate or ADM who kissed her, as he continues to dance with her as he rhymes once more.
“Down in the darkest hole,
You’d be very well advised.
To plan Hammond’s funeral.
Or else he’ll be despised.
So very quiet,
You have been.
But for good reason,
My bad friend.
You’re so afraid of me,
So very afraid.
But do not worry, Hammy, dear.
I know you are far from brave.
You can’t face your reflection the way WE can.
You cannot face the demon within.
But begin again, Hammy, darling.
And whither, weather, hitherin.
Juxtapose your body parts
Juxtapose legs and arms.
Head, Heart, lungs and low.
Keeps you from Fate’s Harms.
Dying in the Mind Game art
Where the Demon gets his start.
Where you find your hollow heart.
Where death and you shall ne’er part.
Go on, Hammy, say a word.
I swear it will be the last.
Say something meaningful,
Make it all last.
I’ve killed so many,
Over millions of years.
Even God herself,
Holds me among her fears.
Tonight, tonight, is the night.
For a fright, for a fight.
For a darkest test of might.
Bring the hammer, sickle and iron.
And I shall call you Communist Jack.
Jacky, boy of dearest love.
Your skills, of talking, you now lack.
AJ spoke twice already,
You spoke none.
Come on, Hammy,
Come join the FUN!
Back to reality,
We see the dark.
Man I’m copying Prophet,
What a ****ing Lark.
But he learned from I,
And I from He.
And of course with Fate,
We come for THEE!
X-Division title match.
Fire in the balcony.
Love in the heart of darkness.
And nothing rhymes with Balcony.
Orange doesn’t rhyme much either.
Except with orange.
Damnit, now I’ve gotten off track.
But then again, orange you glad?
I stopped talking death,
If only a moment.
That will indeed,
Cost you your last breath.
Turning the end against you.
Turning on the Mind Games.
We’re gonna see the end.
We’re gonna see the Play.
CHILDREN OF THE GRAVE BE HERE!
CHILDREN BE MY GRAVE!
JACK AND AJ WILL SOON LEARN!
HOW TO BECOME A SLAVE!
TO THEIR FEAR!
TO THEIR TROUBLE!
TO THE DOUBLE DOUBLE!
TOIL AND ****ING BUBBLE!
Fate cackles as he twirls Susan once more, before falling to the ground. He pants, catching his breath. Susan lifts him to his feet, her cold eyes staring into his. After a moment, she pulls him close and kisses him passionately.
“Now you have to write a poem for me, darling.”
“What?”
Fate is confused, but they walk off, and we fade to black. Transmission ends there.