You Hate Me? I Hate Me Too.
Jan 9, 2018 23:36:27 GMT
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Post by FarCry on Jan 9, 2018 23:36:27 GMT
“You fucking loser. You lost to that fucking jerk boy…”
Noah: Shut the fuck up you racist bitch.
“I’m in your fucking head, who’s the racist one…”
The mother fucker always made him feel like this, questioning his own morality and questioning his own actions. He gave into FarCry’s wishes during the Andre Aquarius match and in doing so he ended up losing with vigor. He let his darker side get the better of him and he vowed not to let it happen again. He shut the fuck up as she walked by again, same time as last week.
Noah Knox had picked up a job as a grounds man at Pinelawn Cemetery. It not only gave him physical activity and a respite from the hustle and bustle of city life but it gave him free lodging. He was allowed to live on premise in a repurposed shed turned into a one room cottage. It was relatively modern in that it was built in the past 5 years. The previous groundskeeper was an older white gentleman who got up and left unexpectedly leaving the position and the lodging open.
He noticed last week that a beautiful ebony woman with blonde hair had visited a gravesite in this quadrant. When he asked the Caretaker, Mark, about her he said that she visits her father every week at this time. He couldn’t help but plan his rounds to be in this quadrant for this time as well. He was pleasantly surprised as she showed up again to mourn her loved one.
It was perverse and obscene to meet a woman in this way so he simply shoveled snow and cleaned off headstones while staying a safe distance away. Some may call it stalking. Those people would be right. But Noah felt at ease while this woman was nearby. He felt safe and far away from FarCry.
“No you don’t you mother fucker.”
Noah: Shut up, I’m working.
“You saw who your opponent is this week. Corey Bull. The Hatebringer. The mother fucker is 100 feet tall and 2 thousand pounds. You don’t stand a chance without me. You can’t bring down a monster without the darkness enveloping you.”
Noah: Shut up!
“I can’t shut up. You won’t let me. You would think that your precious Outreach would be keeping me at bay, but still here I am. And it’s because even that piece of shit understands that YOU need me more than I need you.”
He waited for an interruption from Outreach but there was none.
“And that Mya Denton will be getting it too. But one thing at a time. That bouncy little bitch will get what’s coming to her when I’m good and fucking ready to give it to her. But for now we have a literal god-like monster to dispose of. We have a man who was sent down by the scriptures to rid the world of all that is evil.”
Noah: Maybe I’ll let him take you.
“He takes me he takes you too. But more importantly to me he takes you and he takes me too. You think I’m going to allow that to happen. You think that I’m going to sit back and wait as a demon darker than I tries to devour you and your very soul? I’ve destroyed foes far larger than he in the past and I shall do so again!”
Noah: SHUT UP!
His voice echoed throughout the hollowed grounds and the woman turned his way. Noah stood out like a sore thumb wearing his green jumpsuit and silhouetted in stark contrast of the crisp white of freshly dropped snow. He waved awkwardly at the woman hoping she simply heard a sound and not the words and hoping she knew somehow that they were not directed at her even though no one else dared trod these grounds in such horrendous weather conditions. She seemed to nod in his direction before kissing her hand, placing it atop a gravestone and walking towards the east exit.
Noah: I don’t need you. And don’t worry; I won’t let him take you. I had that match in the bag last week. I was ready to take him down and finish him off. But there you were, like you always are, voice in the back of my head telling me to bust him open, to break that skin and go for the kill. I listened to you FarCry. I allowed you in and it was the death of me last week.
This week that won’t happen. Corey Bull is far larger than me. And the bigger they are the harder they fall. The harder they fall the harder it is to get back up. I’m a wrestler first and a fighter second. The biggest difference between me and Corey is not our size, but our conviction. I’m there for one reason, to regain the pride that I lost years ago in the prisons of Pentonville.
I lost that Pride not because I beat the hell out of that kid. That kid was bigger and stronger than I was. He was a fucking Rugby player for the biggest school in the fucking country. I deserved to be arrested, but I’m damn proud of what I did there. That mother fucker was a tough dude, and I’ve taken down tougher in the ring.
I lost my pride when I let you in. I was lonely. I was lost and needed a path to follow.
“You were hate. You were apathy and sadness. I brought you out of the dark and into the light. I’ve led you through the abyss and now here we stand in the middle of a fucking cemetery making an honest living doing this and more importantly fighting. Do you understand why you agreed to work for Pryce?”
Noah continued to walk and shovel and clean trying to ignore the voice in his head.
“You agreed to join this pain monger because deep inside, where I am, you ENJOY pain. You enjoy inflicting pain and you enjoy having pain inflicted upon you. There’s not much else we can say about it. It’s a way of life. And as much as you enjoy it, you better when we step into the ring with Corey Bull.
The Hatebringer does not fight alone. He fights like you should. He fights with his demon on his side. But he considers his demon an angel of death. Consider me your angel of death. Allow me to finish the work that Legato was unable to finish. That demon was only able to barely steal a victory from the monstrous Bull. With me on your side we should be able to take him out once and for all.”
Noah: I don’t need your help. Corey Bull may think himself a God but after his un-defiant agreement with the Commissioner he proved himself nothing but another lackey for the man who feels destined to bring pain to this world. Corey bull had decided to rather than follow his own path to follow a path forged for him.
He decided that rather than find victims for pleasure to find victims for monetary gain. As much as he can claim that he enjoys pain and giving pain and getting pain when your driving force is the almighty dollar than your force is weak as your heart. A man that size, a man with that type of power should be capable of amazing things.
But where was he last week, lying in the ring, down for a ten count getting screwed over by a referee. I know why I lost last week. I screwed myself by allowing my darkness to rise. But this time I need to allow the light to guide my path. I’ve been fighting for a long time, and surviving for even longer. I was disowned by my family and brought shame to my country. My driving force is not money, or pain, or even pride. It’s self-actualization. I am capable to great things. Not you… ME!
He stopped in front of the headstone that the woman was in front of. He could tell because he didn’t have to clean the snow off the top of this one. It read “Tally Williams- Faithful Father- Beloved Husband- Man of God 1946-2015.”
Noah: He’s left us years ago and still she visits weekly. Where will I be on my deathbed? Who will visit me?
He headed back to his cottage with more questions than he had before, but his drive and conviction were strong. He felt courage in his path and the ghosts that surrounded him seemed to warm up his cold interior. He was capable of great things.