Post by Derek Wellings on Oct 21, 2018 0:59:42 GMT
This story is told from Derek Wellings Point of View
Every city I've been to has them, from San Diego to Boston, from London to Sidney, secret bars. Places that cater to only the “creme de la creme” of society, or just their types. Being a successful and pretty popular wrestler, I could either bribe my way in to the right types of clientele or get chosen. Some cities are nice enough to have a few. But most are just shitty dives if you ask me.
Tonight, Wendy has her girlfriend's Esmeralda, Maria and Maggie over. I've already made them dinner and stocked my kitchen. I'm expecting to see my liquor cabinet raided every time I leave Wendy alone, but each time, I come home disappointed. I might have grown up in Amish Country but every so often we got rowdy either by remove our shirts as boys or reveal our ankles as girls... yeah, we're super dirty and risky. So I'm leaving it unlocked and open.
It was 10:00 pm and the four of them are ordering movies as I'm finishing getting dressed presentably. I was going to a secret bar, I want to make sure I look successful and if opportunity calls for it, get my wood flogged. I can hear the sound track of Harry Manfredini as I know they're watching a Friday the 13th movie., eating popcorn.
*** Wendy Sato ***
Going somewhere, Derek?
*** Derek Wellings ***
Meeting up with a few service buddies, we're going to hit up some bars. Don't wait up for me girls.
*** Esmeralda Koury ***
We weren't planning to.
*** Maria Belmonte ***
Don't be so catty, Esmeralda.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Relax girls, left cash for pizza. There's also food, liquorcabinetisopen, and Maggie Fairchild, you're in charge.
I'm about to leave when the four shout at me and get my attention.
*** All Four ***
What!?
*** Derek Wellings ***
Maggie's in charge andtheliquorcabinentisopen bye!
With my “classy” exit and “subtle” hints for them to get drunk, I made my way to my Ford Ranger and head out. It took me 45 minutes to get of town at the meeting point. I have been in a lot of combat situations, I always made sure to pack some backup. My neighbors Franklin and David are supposed to call Wendy to let her know to call me if it comes towards 2 AM.
Normally to find these bars, you need to know the right people and set up a date to meet a representative of the bar as they'll make sure you're the type of clientele they want. In my case, i'm waiting nearby Herman Gardens. Talk about a shitty place to meet someone up, meeting in the worst possible place in Detroit to find a bar but whatever, I want to live a little and get hammered. Normally I rarely smoke some oh so legal Cuban Cigars, but I needed a different type of signal for my representative to find me. As I see person walk by, I light of a cigarette.
*** Person ***
Excuse me sir, but do ou know where the Cardinals are?
*** Derek Wellings ***
Burning I hope.
That was the weirdest secret phrase and answer I've had to give yet. Doesn't sound lin the least bit psychotic.
*** Mitchell ***
Greetings Mr. Wellings, I'm Mitchell. I'd like to ensure you're ready to take a journey to Heaven or Hell, whichever your preference is. This is the first chance you have to back out and head home or some other dive bar. This is the only invitation you're going to receive, period.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Boring! Just take me there, High Speed. I'm ready to to get a DUI tonight.
Tossing the cigarette aside, I followed Mitch. As luck would have it, the bar's secret location was far enough out of the shittiest area in town, just gotta remember to get my car tomorrow. We ended up in some ratty, dilapidated, old project housing unit. By this time, I had to speak up and ask Mitch something.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Hey why such a shitty place? Am I going to need a tetanus shot?
*** Mitchell ***
Of course not, Mr. Wellings. We like to have our privacy in order to serve the type of debauchery one enjoys to the fullest extent.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Nothing wrong with a indulgence.
*** Mitchell ***
Of course not. At Belial's Den, whatever vice you enjoy is the vice you get. If you want silence, we have it. If you want sex, there's lots of lust to go around. Are you a fan of the bottle? Th-
*** Derek Wellings ***
I told you wanted to get a DUI right? Of course I'm a fan of the bottle.
With Mitchell showing the way, I followed him down several fights of steps. There's are any regular sets of steps, these are pretty step and damn do they just keep GOING. At one piont, I thought I walked down at least twenty stories worth of steps. Hell, I worked up sweat, not that the humidity helped in this stairs. Once we're at the bottle, Mitchell puts a key into a door with a white sign saying “Ups and Downs” which is a horrible name for a bar.
*** Mitchell ***
This is the second chance to back out, if you wish to leave, you can turn around and go.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Not working, open up.
With that, Mitchell opened up the door and a blast of summer warm air hit me. This confused me, it's winter and the bar felt like summer. But whatever, maybe they like it warm and muggy. If this is the Hell part of their gimmick, while not the best, I can see it working for some people. Growing up in Amish country, I'm use to the warmth.
Now that I'm the actual bar itself, this place was a little busier than most other secret bars I've visited. In one corner, I see one woman attended to by four men, she clearly loved the attention they were giving her as they kissed her limbs. In another corner, I saw a man reading a book with ear muffs on,drinking from a fine wine glass. There were others, but they just look to be enjoying a drink called Loneliness. The bartender looked a lot like Sam Malone from Cheers, coincidentally his name tag matched the character.
*** Sam ***
How are you doing sir?
*** Derek Wellings ***
Good, great, grand, wonderful, rum and coke?
*** Sam ***
No coke or rum.
*** Derek Wellings ***
How about a Colorado Bulldog.
*** Sam ***
No cream either.
*** Derek Wellings ***
A strawberry margarita?
*** Sam ***
Still out of luck
*** Derek Wellings ***
What DO you have them?
*** Sam ***
Some potent stuff, the ones around you are drinking something called Loneliness.
Called it!
*** Sam ***
Regret is pretty popular, Damnation is the house specialty, Wrath is for those with finer tastes. And if you noticed in the silence room, Lust for those of an acquired taste.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Those sound boring but if that's all you got, how about some good old fashioned Regret. May as well start with how I'll feel in the morning. No ice.
Old Sam filled a high glass then slide down the alley of the bar. My senses may be old but I knew what I could catch it and start slamming it back. It wasn't too bad, sour like whiskey. I moved on to Wrath and Loneliness, not sure why but the bartender chuckled each time I ordered a drink. Looking around, I thought about trying to get my pole polished. But the people I saw earlier, they were uglier and more vulgar than before.
The woman who had men kiss her limbs at this point had all four men in her front and back doors. Meanwhile the wino in back look to be angry yet someone was bobbing their heard in his lab. How can a man be angry when getting oral treats is beyond my comprehension. Next to me was an older woman, and damn was she a smoker. There must have been at least four packs worth of cigarette butts in her ashtray, yet she continued to smoke.
*** Woman ***
Water please.
I just remembered, I have a bottle of water. While the bartender was busy with someone else, I slid the bottle down the alley to her. My eyes ares till very good, I could have sworn that Sam was on the other side of the bar, yet he caught it.
*** Sam ***
No outside drinks or food, Derek. That's against the rules.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Dude, she's parched.
Sam took a match and struck up another cigarette for her.
*** Sam ***
Don't worry about her, she's good. Now drink.
Just at the end, Sam's voice deepened and got angry with me. Whatever, I made people mad at me before. It's nothing new but I better back down before I lose my right to be here. While not the best secret bar, it is colorful... to more or less extent. As I'm about to return to my drink, she mouthed to me. My military training did allow me to take a class on reading lips and I read hers, she begged me to leave. That's not going to happen any time soon.
At this point, I had to look around one last time. The wine drinker seemed to be beating the person who gave him oral treats and the four men who pleasured one woman at this point were beating her like she owed them money. As a red blooded man, I've always enjoyed alternative porn like Belladonna or Bonnie Rotten, but this is too much for me.
I missed what Sam said to me as he leaned over, with a quiet pissed off look. Because now I just had some thoughts, some pretty dreadful thoughts. Sam didn't help as he encouraged to me to keep up with free shots. The taste got worse and worse, as did what I thought about. So many things I never knew or even thought about at any point in my life.
My father killed innocent children before taking a new life in Amish Country under a new name.
My mother committed suicide, I was always under the impression it was an accident.
My evil twin brother Hans is secretly one of Donald Trump's advisers.
Not only did my wife cheat on me, she prayed every day that I would die alone, bitter and broken.
My kids would never talk to me ever again, even Wendy would stop talking to me in six years time.
In a few short weeks my neighbors David and Franklin would seduce me into a threesome. Yeck...
So much stuff flowed into my mind, I thought I knew I was delusional but I thought I'd lose my sanity. Things got worse, I had to be hallucinating because I could swear there were more people than before, a the man in the silence room now was abusing children. The woman was being butchered while she was still alive the four men, not pleasured.
With a thud, I hit the ground hard and stumbled around. Desperately trying to regain balance and stand up on my own two feet again. Pained and slow, I lifted my head up, trying to sanitize myself and get my thoughts straight. In a mirror I saw a grey figure with orange eyes and wicked horns with four wings. His clawed hands clasped as his three toed feet paced back and force, a malicious smile on his face.
If I'm really Beilal's Den, I'm fucked. But I've faced machete wielding assholes before. I've defeated Dream Wraiths in MY dreams. I've over come Mogadishu and Afghanistan. I can over come this, but the thoughts. Dear God, the thoughts and sights I've witnessed. It didn't matter if I had a tab to pay or not, I NEEDED TO GET OUT NOW! There was more important shit for me to do.
Suddenly, my cellphone rang and I answered it.
*** Wendy Sato ***
Derek-sama <3!
I could hear the love for me I her voice;
*** Wendy Sato ***
Where are you? You said call at two. David and Franklin are worried about you too.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Yeah I'm... in a shitty Hellish bar. This place sucks.
*** Sam ***
Shut your fucking mouth!
*** Derek Wellings ***
Toss my fucking salad!
I got up and as someone grabbed me, I broke my drink on his face and floored him. Another bigger man than I; jumped over, so I threw him into the bar as best as I could. Sam went down with him. A light shined on the exit, I'm getting the Hell out of here!
*** Derek Wellings ***
Wendy, sweetie, keep talking!
Some of the patrons came to the defense of the bar, but they were easy to either push off or punch out.
*** Wendy Sato ***
Derek-sama, you sound scared. Are you okay? I can barely hear you.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Ehhh.... I bit off more than I could chew in this shitty little dive. Too much to explain.
With all the speed and force I could muster, I kicked the door open and started to rum up the stairs. Reception got better as I previously had one bar. A loud and pained scream came from below. I'm not sure what caused it but I wanted none of it. This was it for me, I'm not drinking any more during October. The entire time I talked to Wendy, about ANYTHING!
*** Wendy Sato ***
What did you say Derek-sama? Are you coming back home soon? You've got to train for a big match.
*** Derek Wellings ***
You're right, I have a big match against that classless ass Corey Bull. The current New Blood Wrestling Champion, a championship shot I was awarded for my viciousness and loyalty to the brand. Corey Bull... I remember the bullshit he said about. Fucker loser can't even get my name right let alone appear on television. He's right, we're both monsters of NBW and wrestling in general. Although I'm sure I'm the bigger name over all.
I've done some searching and couldn't find his existence anywhere, Hell he doesn't even appear in old Monday, Bloody, Monday shows as a participant. I don't know why he's champion honestly. I believe Master Jubei realized he has a problem with Corey Bull, a problem he's calling in the army for. That's me, “The Airborne Ranger” Derek Wellings. “The Haterbringer” Corey Bull, he's a tough man. I'm not going to walk over him. Honestly, I never expect to walk over anyone.
I've always tried my best to think of my opponent's as equals. But a man who rather destroy than build, is foolish. With no creator, there is no destroyer, just ask Hinduism. For every Shiva and Brahma, there is a Vishnu. If Corey wants to destroy destroy something, he better build it first. I will bring his show t crashing halt as I will make the rebirth of NBW greater under my name that it EVER was with his name.
There is going to be a lot of violence at Night of the Yokai, I'm going to fight Corey Bull and he's going to try bringing his A game. I on the other hand, will bring my A game and more. I know the clashing of bone and sinew, I know how broken bones feel in my body. Does Corey Bull know how ti feels to have a burning bullet in them? Does he know how it feels to be branded alive or have septic in back wounds? Likely not, he's not a fighter, he's a runner.
I only have once choice and I choose t become the NBW Champion or leave NBW and NEVER return. Simply put, I'm willing to put my career on the line as a added bonus. Can he deal with that? Can he deal with a man putting EVERTHING on the line for the biggest match of his life. I already know the answer, but does he?
As I reached the top of the stairs, I passed out. However much time passed, I don't know but what is known to me is Mitchell left me in my truck at my home. He smiled at me from the window, and it honestly creeped me out as I think he raped me in my sleep.
*** Mitchell ***
Mr. Wellings, you are no longer allowed in this establishment. Please do not return.
*** Derek Wellings ***
One Man's Hate Leads To Another Man's Fate, Corey.
~FIN
Every city I've been to has them, from San Diego to Boston, from London to Sidney, secret bars. Places that cater to only the “creme de la creme” of society, or just their types. Being a successful and pretty popular wrestler, I could either bribe my way in to the right types of clientele or get chosen. Some cities are nice enough to have a few. But most are just shitty dives if you ask me.
Tonight, Wendy has her girlfriend's Esmeralda, Maria and Maggie over. I've already made them dinner and stocked my kitchen. I'm expecting to see my liquor cabinet raided every time I leave Wendy alone, but each time, I come home disappointed. I might have grown up in Amish Country but every so often we got rowdy either by remove our shirts as boys or reveal our ankles as girls... yeah, we're super dirty and risky. So I'm leaving it unlocked and open.
It was 10:00 pm and the four of them are ordering movies as I'm finishing getting dressed presentably. I was going to a secret bar, I want to make sure I look successful and if opportunity calls for it, get my wood flogged. I can hear the sound track of Harry Manfredini as I know they're watching a Friday the 13th movie., eating popcorn.
*** Wendy Sato ***
Going somewhere, Derek?
*** Derek Wellings ***
Meeting up with a few service buddies, we're going to hit up some bars. Don't wait up for me girls.
*** Esmeralda Koury ***
We weren't planning to.
*** Maria Belmonte ***
Don't be so catty, Esmeralda.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Relax girls, left cash for pizza. There's also food, liquorcabinetisopen, and Maggie Fairchild, you're in charge.
I'm about to leave when the four shout at me and get my attention.
*** All Four ***
What!?
*** Derek Wellings ***
Maggie's in charge andtheliquorcabinentisopen bye!
With my “classy” exit and “subtle” hints for them to get drunk, I made my way to my Ford Ranger and head out. It took me 45 minutes to get of town at the meeting point. I have been in a lot of combat situations, I always made sure to pack some backup. My neighbors Franklin and David are supposed to call Wendy to let her know to call me if it comes towards 2 AM.
Normally to find these bars, you need to know the right people and set up a date to meet a representative of the bar as they'll make sure you're the type of clientele they want. In my case, i'm waiting nearby Herman Gardens. Talk about a shitty place to meet someone up, meeting in the worst possible place in Detroit to find a bar but whatever, I want to live a little and get hammered. Normally I rarely smoke some oh so legal Cuban Cigars, but I needed a different type of signal for my representative to find me. As I see person walk by, I light of a cigarette.
*** Person ***
Excuse me sir, but do ou know where the Cardinals are?
*** Derek Wellings ***
Burning I hope.
That was the weirdest secret phrase and answer I've had to give yet. Doesn't sound lin the least bit psychotic.
*** Mitchell ***
Greetings Mr. Wellings, I'm Mitchell. I'd like to ensure you're ready to take a journey to Heaven or Hell, whichever your preference is. This is the first chance you have to back out and head home or some other dive bar. This is the only invitation you're going to receive, period.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Boring! Just take me there, High Speed. I'm ready to to get a DUI tonight.
Tossing the cigarette aside, I followed Mitch. As luck would have it, the bar's secret location was far enough out of the shittiest area in town, just gotta remember to get my car tomorrow. We ended up in some ratty, dilapidated, old project housing unit. By this time, I had to speak up and ask Mitch something.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Hey why such a shitty place? Am I going to need a tetanus shot?
*** Mitchell ***
Of course not, Mr. Wellings. We like to have our privacy in order to serve the type of debauchery one enjoys to the fullest extent.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Nothing wrong with a indulgence.
*** Mitchell ***
Of course not. At Belial's Den, whatever vice you enjoy is the vice you get. If you want silence, we have it. If you want sex, there's lots of lust to go around. Are you a fan of the bottle? Th-
*** Derek Wellings ***
I told you wanted to get a DUI right? Of course I'm a fan of the bottle.
With Mitchell showing the way, I followed him down several fights of steps. There's are any regular sets of steps, these are pretty step and damn do they just keep GOING. At one piont, I thought I walked down at least twenty stories worth of steps. Hell, I worked up sweat, not that the humidity helped in this stairs. Once we're at the bottle, Mitchell puts a key into a door with a white sign saying “Ups and Downs” which is a horrible name for a bar.
*** Mitchell ***
This is the second chance to back out, if you wish to leave, you can turn around and go.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Not working, open up.
With that, Mitchell opened up the door and a blast of summer warm air hit me. This confused me, it's winter and the bar felt like summer. But whatever, maybe they like it warm and muggy. If this is the Hell part of their gimmick, while not the best, I can see it working for some people. Growing up in Amish country, I'm use to the warmth.
Now that I'm the actual bar itself, this place was a little busier than most other secret bars I've visited. In one corner, I see one woman attended to by four men, she clearly loved the attention they were giving her as they kissed her limbs. In another corner, I saw a man reading a book with ear muffs on,drinking from a fine wine glass. There were others, but they just look to be enjoying a drink called Loneliness. The bartender looked a lot like Sam Malone from Cheers, coincidentally his name tag matched the character.
*** Sam ***
How are you doing sir?
*** Derek Wellings ***
Good, great, grand, wonderful, rum and coke?
*** Sam ***
No coke or rum.
*** Derek Wellings ***
How about a Colorado Bulldog.
*** Sam ***
No cream either.
*** Derek Wellings ***
A strawberry margarita?
*** Sam ***
Still out of luck
*** Derek Wellings ***
What DO you have them?
*** Sam ***
Some potent stuff, the ones around you are drinking something called Loneliness.
Called it!
*** Sam ***
Regret is pretty popular, Damnation is the house specialty, Wrath is for those with finer tastes. And if you noticed in the silence room, Lust for those of an acquired taste.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Those sound boring but if that's all you got, how about some good old fashioned Regret. May as well start with how I'll feel in the morning. No ice.
Old Sam filled a high glass then slide down the alley of the bar. My senses may be old but I knew what I could catch it and start slamming it back. It wasn't too bad, sour like whiskey. I moved on to Wrath and Loneliness, not sure why but the bartender chuckled each time I ordered a drink. Looking around, I thought about trying to get my pole polished. But the people I saw earlier, they were uglier and more vulgar than before.
The woman who had men kiss her limbs at this point had all four men in her front and back doors. Meanwhile the wino in back look to be angry yet someone was bobbing their heard in his lab. How can a man be angry when getting oral treats is beyond my comprehension. Next to me was an older woman, and damn was she a smoker. There must have been at least four packs worth of cigarette butts in her ashtray, yet she continued to smoke.
*** Woman ***
Water please.
I just remembered, I have a bottle of water. While the bartender was busy with someone else, I slid the bottle down the alley to her. My eyes ares till very good, I could have sworn that Sam was on the other side of the bar, yet he caught it.
*** Sam ***
No outside drinks or food, Derek. That's against the rules.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Dude, she's parched.
Sam took a match and struck up another cigarette for her.
*** Sam ***
Don't worry about her, she's good. Now drink.
Just at the end, Sam's voice deepened and got angry with me. Whatever, I made people mad at me before. It's nothing new but I better back down before I lose my right to be here. While not the best secret bar, it is colorful... to more or less extent. As I'm about to return to my drink, she mouthed to me. My military training did allow me to take a class on reading lips and I read hers, she begged me to leave. That's not going to happen any time soon.
At this point, I had to look around one last time. The wine drinker seemed to be beating the person who gave him oral treats and the four men who pleasured one woman at this point were beating her like she owed them money. As a red blooded man, I've always enjoyed alternative porn like Belladonna or Bonnie Rotten, but this is too much for me.
I missed what Sam said to me as he leaned over, with a quiet pissed off look. Because now I just had some thoughts, some pretty dreadful thoughts. Sam didn't help as he encouraged to me to keep up with free shots. The taste got worse and worse, as did what I thought about. So many things I never knew or even thought about at any point in my life.
My father killed innocent children before taking a new life in Amish Country under a new name.
My mother committed suicide, I was always under the impression it was an accident.
My evil twin brother Hans is secretly one of Donald Trump's advisers.
Not only did my wife cheat on me, she prayed every day that I would die alone, bitter and broken.
My kids would never talk to me ever again, even Wendy would stop talking to me in six years time.
In a few short weeks my neighbors David and Franklin would seduce me into a threesome. Yeck...
So much stuff flowed into my mind, I thought I knew I was delusional but I thought I'd lose my sanity. Things got worse, I had to be hallucinating because I could swear there were more people than before, a the man in the silence room now was abusing children. The woman was being butchered while she was still alive the four men, not pleasured.
With a thud, I hit the ground hard and stumbled around. Desperately trying to regain balance and stand up on my own two feet again. Pained and slow, I lifted my head up, trying to sanitize myself and get my thoughts straight. In a mirror I saw a grey figure with orange eyes and wicked horns with four wings. His clawed hands clasped as his three toed feet paced back and force, a malicious smile on his face.
If I'm really Beilal's Den, I'm fucked. But I've faced machete wielding assholes before. I've defeated Dream Wraiths in MY dreams. I've over come Mogadishu and Afghanistan. I can over come this, but the thoughts. Dear God, the thoughts and sights I've witnessed. It didn't matter if I had a tab to pay or not, I NEEDED TO GET OUT NOW! There was more important shit for me to do.
Suddenly, my cellphone rang and I answered it.
*** Wendy Sato ***
Derek-sama <3!
I could hear the love for me I her voice;
*** Wendy Sato ***
Where are you? You said call at two. David and Franklin are worried about you too.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Yeah I'm... in a shitty Hellish bar. This place sucks.
*** Sam ***
Shut your fucking mouth!
*** Derek Wellings ***
Toss my fucking salad!
I got up and as someone grabbed me, I broke my drink on his face and floored him. Another bigger man than I; jumped over, so I threw him into the bar as best as I could. Sam went down with him. A light shined on the exit, I'm getting the Hell out of here!
*** Derek Wellings ***
Wendy, sweetie, keep talking!
Some of the patrons came to the defense of the bar, but they were easy to either push off or punch out.
*** Wendy Sato ***
Derek-sama, you sound scared. Are you okay? I can barely hear you.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Ehhh.... I bit off more than I could chew in this shitty little dive. Too much to explain.
With all the speed and force I could muster, I kicked the door open and started to rum up the stairs. Reception got better as I previously had one bar. A loud and pained scream came from below. I'm not sure what caused it but I wanted none of it. This was it for me, I'm not drinking any more during October. The entire time I talked to Wendy, about ANYTHING!
*** Wendy Sato ***
What did you say Derek-sama? Are you coming back home soon? You've got to train for a big match.
*** Derek Wellings ***
You're right, I have a big match against that classless ass Corey Bull. The current New Blood Wrestling Champion, a championship shot I was awarded for my viciousness and loyalty to the brand. Corey Bull... I remember the bullshit he said about. Fucker loser can't even get my name right let alone appear on television. He's right, we're both monsters of NBW and wrestling in general. Although I'm sure I'm the bigger name over all.
I've done some searching and couldn't find his existence anywhere, Hell he doesn't even appear in old Monday, Bloody, Monday shows as a participant. I don't know why he's champion honestly. I believe Master Jubei realized he has a problem with Corey Bull, a problem he's calling in the army for. That's me, “The Airborne Ranger” Derek Wellings. “The Haterbringer” Corey Bull, he's a tough man. I'm not going to walk over him. Honestly, I never expect to walk over anyone.
I've always tried my best to think of my opponent's as equals. But a man who rather destroy than build, is foolish. With no creator, there is no destroyer, just ask Hinduism. For every Shiva and Brahma, there is a Vishnu. If Corey wants to destroy destroy something, he better build it first. I will bring his show t crashing halt as I will make the rebirth of NBW greater under my name that it EVER was with his name.
There is going to be a lot of violence at Night of the Yokai, I'm going to fight Corey Bull and he's going to try bringing his A game. I on the other hand, will bring my A game and more. I know the clashing of bone and sinew, I know how broken bones feel in my body. Does Corey Bull know how ti feels to have a burning bullet in them? Does he know how it feels to be branded alive or have septic in back wounds? Likely not, he's not a fighter, he's a runner.
I only have once choice and I choose t become the NBW Champion or leave NBW and NEVER return. Simply put, I'm willing to put my career on the line as a added bonus. Can he deal with that? Can he deal with a man putting EVERTHING on the line for the biggest match of his life. I already know the answer, but does he?
As I reached the top of the stairs, I passed out. However much time passed, I don't know but what is known to me is Mitchell left me in my truck at my home. He smiled at me from the window, and it honestly creeped me out as I think he raped me in my sleep.
*** Mitchell ***
Mr. Wellings, you are no longer allowed in this establishment. Please do not return.
*** Derek Wellings ***
One Man's Hate Leads To Another Man's Fate, Corey.
~FIN