Post by adm on Feb 14, 2009 18:56:38 GMT -6
If you thought you’d get to me by wearing my clothes and infiltrating my house…you were right. But you were right in the WRONG way, Harold. You have gotten into my head in a way nobody has gotten into my head before. You don’t DO that to a PERFECTLY NORMAL man. You don’t do that to Kristoff Liam Bates. And you will soon see why you don’t do that.
I had to go to the gym and face a random sparring partner in the ring. Preparation for the match. And against his better judgment he accepted an Xtreme rules match. This kid…he didn’t know what he had coming. I took the briefcase I made for you, and I hit him in the head so hard chunks of hair, blood and flesh got caught in the barbed wire that wrapped the briefcase. And when I saw it, and saw him lying on the mat bleeding, something filled me with ecstasy. I felt at home, I felt calm. I didn’t want to do any harm to anyone but this man, right here and right now. And then I picked him up off the mat and put him into the Suffocating Cubicle. It felt so good; I couldn’t believe how good it felt to spill blood. A technical professional such as myself would never have dreamed of the thrill and the rush one gets by putting their opponent so far out of their misery they are a bloody heap. I couldn’t believe it.
And now I sit in my hotel room, surrounded by the weapons I had bought from the store. And now I think, what will I do with them? My wife…she lied to me. I won’t blame her; she just wanted to protect me. My kids, they’ll be fine with therapy and my wife will endure. But me, you have to worry about poor Kristoff Liam Bates. He’s never been put through something like this before. He’s PERFECLTY NORMAL and he’s never dealt with this before. I take a deep breath and face the camera with my barbed-wire briefcase in my lap.
“I saw what you all have been doing, and I cannot begin to describe what FREAKS you are. Harold, infiltrating my house, scaring my wife into lying to me about being fine. I KNOW you have molested her, and probably my children as well. And thanks to you, I’ll be a far better father and husband to them when I come home next. No more raising my voice, no more taking my work out on them. You see, you’ve opened my eyes, to the thing I was becoming because of my little quirk. You see we all have them, it doesn’t make me ABNORMAL to have a quirk. Mine was bottling up my emotions. I was stressed at my former job and still retain some of that in my body. But this NEW job, it’s like a DRUG. It’s the PERFECT DRUG. Until I was in the gym earlier I didn’t realize how much I NEED to be the Xtreme Champion. Until I spilled blood for the first time intentionally I didn’t realize the cathartic effect it would have on me. I felt a release of internal suffering and felt the quantity of solace and serenity fill me up. I feel better now, so much better now that I obliterated his head with this briefcase here.”
I lightly tap and pet this briefcase that rests in my lap. It scratches my hands, but I don’t mind the pain or the trickles of blood so much anymore. Not as much as I would have…just as long as it stays off my suit I’ll be fine.
“And you wore MY nightgown, Harold. If that is your REAL name, Harold. I think it’s a pseudonym you have taken on, Homeless Harold, and the mask. To hide the disgrace you feel for being someone who fell so far and so hard. You were probably famous once, you were probably HUGE once. Rich, handsome, and now you’re an ugly pathetic excuse for a human being. Look in my bathroom mirror tonight as you prepare to use MY passport to get back to Canada. See that FREAK you have become and cry. Cry like a little baby and maybe you can take advantage of my wife one last time before I remove your genitals in the ring on live High Definition Pay Per View tomorrow night. The world will see me castrate you and remove the belt from around your waist to where it truly belongs, with Kristoff Liam Bates. PERFECLY NORMAL Kristoff Liam Bates.”
My tie is tight, so I loosen it. I move the briefcase to the side and look around me. Surrounded by tools of destruction, tools that I will hopefully use to lacerate the skin of my opponents and leave large quantities of their blood in the arena. Opponents like Diamond and Honcho.
“And then I turn to my other opponents, should they even be CALLED that. Honcho and Rob Diamond. Two men who with the help of the man, who booked the match, got so high on Peyote they had “vision quests” dealing with their own personal demons. But the thing is, the demon of drug abuse now will haunt you for the remainder of your lives. And isn’t there some drug policy in this place? Or at least a cop or three that will arrest you all for videotaping the possession and consumption of an illegal substance. Unless you are Native Americans you have no legal right to possess or use Peyote. But keep doing your drugs, Honcho and Diamond. Keep altering your minds so when the truth arrives on Sunday, you will not be too disheartened by the fact that you lost. You can eventually blame it on how fried and baked your minds were at the time and clean up your acts, move on, and hopefully get another shot next month. Though if I had it my way, I’d cripple the two of you just so you cannot embarrass nCw anymore.”
And that’s when it hit me like a kick in the teeth, is this even nCw anymore? Crossroads, the final battle between the Resistance and Revolution, or at least I should hope. The two factions, equally pointless and confused, are fighting for supreme power over the federation. But with men like AJ Phoenix on one side and Angel on the other…neither side will win. Both will fall into obscurity and mean nothing in just a few weeks’ time just like every other faction that ever existed. You remember the midcard uprising last year? Nobodies, not worth anything anymore.
“But don’t worry Harold, Honcho and Diamond; the world will not fall apart under your feet on Sunday at Crossroads. You will just come to the crossing of the paths between the pre-Xtreme Champion Kristoff Liam Bates and the Post-Xtreme Champion Bates. And when we come to that road, be forewarned, the beginning of your end has already been etched into stone. Harold pushed me, and when a man is pushed the inner urges to protect that which he loves and holds dear come out. But what about him…oh, wait…he won’t be AT Crossroads. I called the POLICE for my Wife. Yes, Homeless Harold will soon be carted off to jail to serve time for breaking and entering, and molesting my wife, kidnapping and anything else they could possibly try him for. He will need ALL the help of his “friends” in Adam Knite and Kelly Fox to get him to the Pay Per View. You see, you pushed me, and don’t think I’m ABNORMAL enough to think that by not calling the cops I would make things better. I realized that I needed to do something, and look, you’re in jail. You are arrested and hopefully you will leave my family alone from now on. You don’t piss off Kristoff Liam Bates, Harold. You don’t push me, because when I push back I show you what PERFECTLY NORMAL can do.”
I stand up from the uncomfortable crummy hotel room carpet. I look around myself and realize just how little I have here, how uncomfortably lonely Valentine’s Day is without my wife. But I will be able to go home soon. I will be able to go back to the United States soon enough, as soon as I get my Passport back, as soon as Crossroads has finished and I have won the Xtreme Championship.
“You are all confused FREAKS thinking you can walk out the Xtreme Champion. This is not a title reserved solely for freaks, but for anyone who dares be GOOD enough to take it. I have confirmed today that I have it in me to do the damage necessary, nay, REQUIRED to attain the title that is so carefully draped across Harold’s waist with the help of the Revolution. But there will be no intervention from the *CENSORED BY THE AOTR* Revolution. There will be no intervention from the Resistance. This is between four men and one title. This is four men, a boatload of weapons and a title. And in the end, there will be three men carted off to the hospital battered, bruised and permanently scarred. Those men are Mike Honcho, Robert Diamond, and Homeless Harold. Because WRESTLING is my PERFECT DRUG. Because now that I have had a taste of Xtreme combat within the squared circle, that has been added to my PERFECT DRUG. And PERFECTLY NORMAL…”
Just learned how to become PERFECTLY XTREME!
I had to go to the gym and face a random sparring partner in the ring. Preparation for the match. And against his better judgment he accepted an Xtreme rules match. This kid…he didn’t know what he had coming. I took the briefcase I made for you, and I hit him in the head so hard chunks of hair, blood and flesh got caught in the barbed wire that wrapped the briefcase. And when I saw it, and saw him lying on the mat bleeding, something filled me with ecstasy. I felt at home, I felt calm. I didn’t want to do any harm to anyone but this man, right here and right now. And then I picked him up off the mat and put him into the Suffocating Cubicle. It felt so good; I couldn’t believe how good it felt to spill blood. A technical professional such as myself would never have dreamed of the thrill and the rush one gets by putting their opponent so far out of their misery they are a bloody heap. I couldn’t believe it.
And now I sit in my hotel room, surrounded by the weapons I had bought from the store. And now I think, what will I do with them? My wife…she lied to me. I won’t blame her; she just wanted to protect me. My kids, they’ll be fine with therapy and my wife will endure. But me, you have to worry about poor Kristoff Liam Bates. He’s never been put through something like this before. He’s PERFECLTY NORMAL and he’s never dealt with this before. I take a deep breath and face the camera with my barbed-wire briefcase in my lap.
“I saw what you all have been doing, and I cannot begin to describe what FREAKS you are. Harold, infiltrating my house, scaring my wife into lying to me about being fine. I KNOW you have molested her, and probably my children as well. And thanks to you, I’ll be a far better father and husband to them when I come home next. No more raising my voice, no more taking my work out on them. You see, you’ve opened my eyes, to the thing I was becoming because of my little quirk. You see we all have them, it doesn’t make me ABNORMAL to have a quirk. Mine was bottling up my emotions. I was stressed at my former job and still retain some of that in my body. But this NEW job, it’s like a DRUG. It’s the PERFECT DRUG. Until I was in the gym earlier I didn’t realize how much I NEED to be the Xtreme Champion. Until I spilled blood for the first time intentionally I didn’t realize the cathartic effect it would have on me. I felt a release of internal suffering and felt the quantity of solace and serenity fill me up. I feel better now, so much better now that I obliterated his head with this briefcase here.”
I lightly tap and pet this briefcase that rests in my lap. It scratches my hands, but I don’t mind the pain or the trickles of blood so much anymore. Not as much as I would have…just as long as it stays off my suit I’ll be fine.
“And you wore MY nightgown, Harold. If that is your REAL name, Harold. I think it’s a pseudonym you have taken on, Homeless Harold, and the mask. To hide the disgrace you feel for being someone who fell so far and so hard. You were probably famous once, you were probably HUGE once. Rich, handsome, and now you’re an ugly pathetic excuse for a human being. Look in my bathroom mirror tonight as you prepare to use MY passport to get back to Canada. See that FREAK you have become and cry. Cry like a little baby and maybe you can take advantage of my wife one last time before I remove your genitals in the ring on live High Definition Pay Per View tomorrow night. The world will see me castrate you and remove the belt from around your waist to where it truly belongs, with Kristoff Liam Bates. PERFECLY NORMAL Kristoff Liam Bates.”
My tie is tight, so I loosen it. I move the briefcase to the side and look around me. Surrounded by tools of destruction, tools that I will hopefully use to lacerate the skin of my opponents and leave large quantities of their blood in the arena. Opponents like Diamond and Honcho.
“And then I turn to my other opponents, should they even be CALLED that. Honcho and Rob Diamond. Two men who with the help of the man, who booked the match, got so high on Peyote they had “vision quests” dealing with their own personal demons. But the thing is, the demon of drug abuse now will haunt you for the remainder of your lives. And isn’t there some drug policy in this place? Or at least a cop or three that will arrest you all for videotaping the possession and consumption of an illegal substance. Unless you are Native Americans you have no legal right to possess or use Peyote. But keep doing your drugs, Honcho and Diamond. Keep altering your minds so when the truth arrives on Sunday, you will not be too disheartened by the fact that you lost. You can eventually blame it on how fried and baked your minds were at the time and clean up your acts, move on, and hopefully get another shot next month. Though if I had it my way, I’d cripple the two of you just so you cannot embarrass nCw anymore.”
And that’s when it hit me like a kick in the teeth, is this even nCw anymore? Crossroads, the final battle between the Resistance and Revolution, or at least I should hope. The two factions, equally pointless and confused, are fighting for supreme power over the federation. But with men like AJ Phoenix on one side and Angel on the other…neither side will win. Both will fall into obscurity and mean nothing in just a few weeks’ time just like every other faction that ever existed. You remember the midcard uprising last year? Nobodies, not worth anything anymore.
“But don’t worry Harold, Honcho and Diamond; the world will not fall apart under your feet on Sunday at Crossroads. You will just come to the crossing of the paths between the pre-Xtreme Champion Kristoff Liam Bates and the Post-Xtreme Champion Bates. And when we come to that road, be forewarned, the beginning of your end has already been etched into stone. Harold pushed me, and when a man is pushed the inner urges to protect that which he loves and holds dear come out. But what about him…oh, wait…he won’t be AT Crossroads. I called the POLICE for my Wife. Yes, Homeless Harold will soon be carted off to jail to serve time for breaking and entering, and molesting my wife, kidnapping and anything else they could possibly try him for. He will need ALL the help of his “friends” in Adam Knite and Kelly Fox to get him to the Pay Per View. You see, you pushed me, and don’t think I’m ABNORMAL enough to think that by not calling the cops I would make things better. I realized that I needed to do something, and look, you’re in jail. You are arrested and hopefully you will leave my family alone from now on. You don’t piss off Kristoff Liam Bates, Harold. You don’t push me, because when I push back I show you what PERFECTLY NORMAL can do.”
I stand up from the uncomfortable crummy hotel room carpet. I look around myself and realize just how little I have here, how uncomfortably lonely Valentine’s Day is without my wife. But I will be able to go home soon. I will be able to go back to the United States soon enough, as soon as I get my Passport back, as soon as Crossroads has finished and I have won the Xtreme Championship.
“You are all confused FREAKS thinking you can walk out the Xtreme Champion. This is not a title reserved solely for freaks, but for anyone who dares be GOOD enough to take it. I have confirmed today that I have it in me to do the damage necessary, nay, REQUIRED to attain the title that is so carefully draped across Harold’s waist with the help of the Revolution. But there will be no intervention from the *CENSORED BY THE AOTR* Revolution. There will be no intervention from the Resistance. This is between four men and one title. This is four men, a boatload of weapons and a title. And in the end, there will be three men carted off to the hospital battered, bruised and permanently scarred. Those men are Mike Honcho, Robert Diamond, and Homeless Harold. Because WRESTLING is my PERFECT DRUG. Because now that I have had a taste of Xtreme combat within the squared circle, that has been added to my PERFECT DRUG. And PERFECTLY NORMAL…”
Just learned how to become PERFECTLY XTREME!