Post by FarCry on Jan 25, 2018 0:48:52 GMT
----Noah Knox----
(Local Medical Facility in Manhattan NY)
Noah: Where am I?
He said to himself as he was reviving from a blackout state. He quickly turned and found no harmed bodies anywhere and breathed a sigh of relief. Generally if he loses track of time and himself there’s bloodshed in his wake but this time the only blood shed was his own. He recalled Emmit Krauss and Kid DeKay attacking him. He remembers seeing the sharp blades of steel and feeling intense pressure on the back of his head and now he has woken in this bare white room with machines beeping around him, reminding him of his own mortality.
He looked at the television which was set to the daily news and saw that it was still Monday, just a few hours later. Doctors came in and told him that the injuries were surprisingly minor considering the situation. He had a few stitches put in his face, but they were to dissolve out within 48 hours leaving him a bit scarred but otherwise unscathed. Most importantly they gave him the okay to compete next week, which was fortunate because the last thing they gave him was the bill which he had to pay out of pocket.
He promised to pay as soon as he could and the nurses sighed disapprovingly as Knox gathered his belongings and set to leave the facility.
Nurse: You forgot this.
She said as she handed a card to him. He reached out and accepted it. “Insurgency” it read in bold letters along with a slogan written atop it “Stand, Fight, Resist.”
He stared indecorously at it and put it in his pocket next to his wallet. He got out to the parking lot where Jerry Seaton was waiting for him in his nineteen humpty five jalopy convertible with the top down on this frigid morning. He wore sunglasses at night, a white suit with a red wine stain on it and his bleached blonde hair was slicked back like John Travolta from Grease.
Jerry: Get in.
He said. Knox tossed his bag over the door into the back seat and lifted the handle with no success of opening the door.
Jerry: Just hop on over.
Knox obliged and Jerry pressed a button that slowly raised the roof of the convertible overhead. After 35 long seconds he clipped the top on to the front windshield and asked Noah to do the same on his side and he drove off into the sunrise.
-----Noah Knox-----
(The Ride Home With Jerry)
The sun was almost all the way up as they pulled onto the Long Island Expressway eastbound towards Pinelawn. The mortar retaining walls protecting the highways from flooding were covered in graphic graffiti depicting vile scenes as well as a few choice unrepeatable words. This was common for Nassau County, where people from the City move to live in the ‘suburbs’ but in reality simply created a mini city environment there, where the houses are as close together as the Brook Stones in Queens, the only difference being that the lawn is about twice as large, which makes them about 20 cubic feet as opposed to 10.
Jerry: If I’m not overstepping my boundaries I gotta say that I was hella impressed with how you handled Fat Fuck Carl yesterday on air. You kept cool, but showed an extreme amount of badassery.
Noah was pretty sure many of those words were made up. But Noah got the gist of what he was throwing down.
Noah: I don’t think FarCry is here anymore.
Jerry stared in shock and turned his head to his client as he regained composure. His eyes beneath his sunglasses were filled with both fear and joy, an enigmatic combination.
Jerry: What do you mean? How are you going to maintain this level of violence without him?
Jerry's internal fear made his voice quiver. Noah felt a similar fear. The fear was of his ability to cope with his own power, and the ability to keep him away. But his relationship with Gabriella Pellicane had kept him grounded, even made him happy. They had been on a few dates and things were beginning to get serious and even more importantly he hadn’t had any uncouth violent urges since they met. He was actually feeling kind of good.
Noah: I’ve been thinking the same thing, but I’ll tell ya what. This week I’m not going to have ANY problem whatsoever bringing the intensity out of me against Krauss and DeKay.
Jerry slowly picks up his phone and starts Facebook Live on FarCry’s account that he had created for the wrestler upon his arrival at NBW. He already had a few thousand friends and a ton more requests to be approved. He alerted his followers and they got on quickly as hearts and thumbs ups cluttered the screen.
Noah was in a zone that Jerry had rarely seen him. Last week was the first time he experienced a Noah Knox not exhibiting signs of delusion and grandeur and as far as he could tell he was on fire. He was proud of the small interview that he gave with Fat Fuck Carl but he KNEW that this was the Knox that the people wanted to see. He hid the phone but kept it focused on his target.
Noah: Krauss has claimed that he lives for pain. That he lives for death. He hadn’t gotten much of a chance to show that until this week when he made me his victim. He crossed me in the match when I was too trusting to believe that he would fight by my side, and I was too distracted by DeKay, who has already proven himself as a coward when he attacked me from behind last week, to see what Krauss was planning; to see what BOTH of them were planning.
I’ve seen a lot of shit, Jerry. I’ve been a lot of places and treated poorly pretty much everywhere I go. They tell me to shave, they tell me to stop looking at them with my crazy eyes. It was years of this disrespect and judgement that forced me to find someone who wouldn’t judge me but only support me. It’s because of this that FarCry came into existence. And even he turned his back on me when he started becoming too strong.
But you know what I realized. It wasn’t that he was too strong, it was that I was too weak. I was weak minded. I believed what everyone else was saying and I was stuck in a sea of denial that I couldn’t swim out of, so you know what I did. I swam down. I went down until I couldn’t breathe anymore and THEN I was able to escape the prison I built for myself. I realized that I’m not all those things that other people claimed that I am. I’m NOT a child beater. I’m not a LOSER or a VAGABOND. I live life the way that I want to live it. People get what they deserve.
He looks at Jerry and in turn into the camera. His eyes are filled with fury and rage. His heart beats with desire and passion so loudly you can hear it beating over the low rumble of the engine.
Noah: Emmit Krauss deserves EVERYTHING that is coming to him this week at Blood Moon Rising. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and a silver knife in his hand. He has been given everything and wanted for nothing. And because of that he had unfulfilled desires. Because of that he began feeling the need to inflict punishment. Trust me; I understand this all too well. I grew up relatively well off. I wanted for nothing; I had everything I could need. But my desire to inflict pain is FAR different than Emmit’s desire. My desire stems from years of abuse, physical and psychological. My pain is far different than any type of pain that Krauss has felt OR can inflict upon me. My pain is REAL PAIN. My blood is red, my heart is broken and my brain is swollen and STILL every day I wake up and live a life full of pain. EVERY WEEK I step into the ring with another opponent bigger or smaller and treat them like an equal because I was NEVER treated like an equal in my days.
But just because I was mistreated does NOT mean that I will mistreat others… that is… unless they mistreat me first. And what Krauss and DeKay did to me yesterday was far beyond mistreatment. It was assault and battery. It was ABUSE. And for TOO long I’ve let my abusers get away with their actions. For TOO FUCKING LONG I’ve sat back and felt like I deserved the abuse that had come my way. But that time is over, Jerry. That time is LONG GONE. I’ve been broken and beaten too much for too long and the time for repentance has come!
The camera shook as Jerry tried to maintain his balance and his composure. The villainous money hungry side of him saw dollar signs in Knox’s eyes. But the part of him that was still human felt fear that this man aside him could snap at any moment. He felt anxiety at the biblical references. He felt fear that the thoughts of grandeur were returning but could tell that this was a more calculated man that he had ever seen before. The Noah Knox that Jerry Seaton knew was an erratic and violent individual. Jerry had spent countless hours and an exorbitant amount of money cleaning up his messes. But the past week he had not one clean up job.
Noah: I’ve never been a religious man before, but walking past these headstones has changed my view on the bible. The bible shows God raining fire and brimstone on Sodom and Gomorrah. He struck down 127,000 soldiers with a single blow. Well I am no God. But I have the strength and will of a man far larger than me, and I have the wisdom of a man far smarter than me. And I’m willing to do whatever it takes to enact JUSTICE on those who think that justice cannot be passed upon them.
Last week I fell victim to my own hubris. I allowed myself to let my guard down, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned in my short time at New blood Wrestling is that you can NEVER let your guard down. Not even for a moment. So this week, when I step into the ring with two men looking to kill me my guard will be up, my fists will be clenched and my soul will be fortified. I will NOT go gently into that good night and I WILL walk out holding the First Blood Championship.
Blood will shed, Jerry. Mine included. But only one man will be left standing.
Jerry dropped his phone.
Jerry: Fuck… can you say that last part again? Never mind, they heard it. We're here, anyway.
Noah looked and saw that he arrived at the cemetery that he called home. He waited for the convertible top to go down so he could exit.
Noah: Listen, Jerry…
He wasn’t really sure how to properly thank him.
Jerry: Its fine, kid. Anytime, really.
The top was down and he jumped out of the vehicle grabbing his bag before Jerry left.
He walked towards his cottage when he saw a woman's figure standing in the distance staring at a headstone. He couldn’t have been happier and he jogged over to her but was surprised when he drew nearer.
Noah: Mya Denton?
Mya: Hi, yea. How you feeling?
Noah was shocked, not expecting to see her here.
Noah: Uh, good. Thanks.
He still was unsure of how to react. Seeing someone outside of the NBW seemed like an act of aggression and Mya had a history of bad behavior that he knew of. But she seemed non threatening, almost whimsical and nervous actually. Her demeanor put his mind at east, but he still remained on guard.
Mya: Great. Glad to hear. I saw what happened and, man. That was brutal.
Noah rubbed his wounds.
Mya: I also saw how you defended my honor with Fat Fuck Carl.
Noah: Oh, that was nothing. He shouldn’t be able to get away with talking about women in that way.
Mya: And I’m sorry I didn’t come out to save you, the announcers said I should for some reason.
Noah: I don’t know why you would.
A comfortable silence filled the space between them as she reached out and grabbed Noah’s hand.
Mya: We have a lot in common. I think people like us SHOULD stick together. People fighting the same battles.
Noah had a faint idea of what she was talking about. He saw her erratic tendencies at shows and had assumed that she was inflicted with the voices as well. This all but confirmed that. He was beginning to see her intentions. Having an able body watch your back in NBW didn't seem like a bad idea at the time.
Noah: It’s not your fault. Just remember that.
Mya smiled and inhaled deeply.
Mya: I say it to myself every day.
She released his hand as she retreated into herself a little bit.
Noah: Would you like a cup of… uh, I guess water. It’s pretty much all I got. My cottage is just that way.
Mya: Sure.
They walked and she huddled close to him.
Mya: It’s cold.
She was being brave considering her normal awkward shyness and felt the warm embrace of Noah as he put his arm around her to warm her up. She was feeling a twinge of joy which helped her keep her voices away as they got to the door. Noah opened up the door.
Gabriella: OH MY GOD I’m so glad you’re ok. I saw everything.
She ran and hugged Noah tightly as Mya moved backwards out of the way. Noah let out an unavoidable groan of agony.
Gabriella: Oh I’m sorry. I called the local medical facility and they said you had left with someone already. You should have called me!
Noah: I didn’t want you to see me like this.
Gabriella: Don’t be silly…
Mya backed out of the doorway and exited the cottage, leaving the door open not wanting to spoil the reunion. She walked through the dull green grass of the winter cemetery. Noah turned back but was too distracted by the goddess standing before him to stop her.
(Local Medical Facility in Manhattan NY)
Noah: Where am I?
He said to himself as he was reviving from a blackout state. He quickly turned and found no harmed bodies anywhere and breathed a sigh of relief. Generally if he loses track of time and himself there’s bloodshed in his wake but this time the only blood shed was his own. He recalled Emmit Krauss and Kid DeKay attacking him. He remembers seeing the sharp blades of steel and feeling intense pressure on the back of his head and now he has woken in this bare white room with machines beeping around him, reminding him of his own mortality.
He looked at the television which was set to the daily news and saw that it was still Monday, just a few hours later. Doctors came in and told him that the injuries were surprisingly minor considering the situation. He had a few stitches put in his face, but they were to dissolve out within 48 hours leaving him a bit scarred but otherwise unscathed. Most importantly they gave him the okay to compete next week, which was fortunate because the last thing they gave him was the bill which he had to pay out of pocket.
He promised to pay as soon as he could and the nurses sighed disapprovingly as Knox gathered his belongings and set to leave the facility.
Nurse: You forgot this.
She said as she handed a card to him. He reached out and accepted it. “Insurgency” it read in bold letters along with a slogan written atop it “Stand, Fight, Resist.”
He stared indecorously at it and put it in his pocket next to his wallet. He got out to the parking lot where Jerry Seaton was waiting for him in his nineteen humpty five jalopy convertible with the top down on this frigid morning. He wore sunglasses at night, a white suit with a red wine stain on it and his bleached blonde hair was slicked back like John Travolta from Grease.
Jerry: Get in.
He said. Knox tossed his bag over the door into the back seat and lifted the handle with no success of opening the door.
Jerry: Just hop on over.
Knox obliged and Jerry pressed a button that slowly raised the roof of the convertible overhead. After 35 long seconds he clipped the top on to the front windshield and asked Noah to do the same on his side and he drove off into the sunrise.
-----Noah Knox-----
(The Ride Home With Jerry)
The sun was almost all the way up as they pulled onto the Long Island Expressway eastbound towards Pinelawn. The mortar retaining walls protecting the highways from flooding were covered in graphic graffiti depicting vile scenes as well as a few choice unrepeatable words. This was common for Nassau County, where people from the City move to live in the ‘suburbs’ but in reality simply created a mini city environment there, where the houses are as close together as the Brook Stones in Queens, the only difference being that the lawn is about twice as large, which makes them about 20 cubic feet as opposed to 10.
Jerry: If I’m not overstepping my boundaries I gotta say that I was hella impressed with how you handled Fat Fuck Carl yesterday on air. You kept cool, but showed an extreme amount of badassery.
Noah was pretty sure many of those words were made up. But Noah got the gist of what he was throwing down.
Noah: I don’t think FarCry is here anymore.
Jerry stared in shock and turned his head to his client as he regained composure. His eyes beneath his sunglasses were filled with both fear and joy, an enigmatic combination.
Jerry: What do you mean? How are you going to maintain this level of violence without him?
Jerry's internal fear made his voice quiver. Noah felt a similar fear. The fear was of his ability to cope with his own power, and the ability to keep him away. But his relationship with Gabriella Pellicane had kept him grounded, even made him happy. They had been on a few dates and things were beginning to get serious and even more importantly he hadn’t had any uncouth violent urges since they met. He was actually feeling kind of good.
Noah: I’ve been thinking the same thing, but I’ll tell ya what. This week I’m not going to have ANY problem whatsoever bringing the intensity out of me against Krauss and DeKay.
Jerry slowly picks up his phone and starts Facebook Live on FarCry’s account that he had created for the wrestler upon his arrival at NBW. He already had a few thousand friends and a ton more requests to be approved. He alerted his followers and they got on quickly as hearts and thumbs ups cluttered the screen.
Noah was in a zone that Jerry had rarely seen him. Last week was the first time he experienced a Noah Knox not exhibiting signs of delusion and grandeur and as far as he could tell he was on fire. He was proud of the small interview that he gave with Fat Fuck Carl but he KNEW that this was the Knox that the people wanted to see. He hid the phone but kept it focused on his target.
Noah: Krauss has claimed that he lives for pain. That he lives for death. He hadn’t gotten much of a chance to show that until this week when he made me his victim. He crossed me in the match when I was too trusting to believe that he would fight by my side, and I was too distracted by DeKay, who has already proven himself as a coward when he attacked me from behind last week, to see what Krauss was planning; to see what BOTH of them were planning.
I’ve seen a lot of shit, Jerry. I’ve been a lot of places and treated poorly pretty much everywhere I go. They tell me to shave, they tell me to stop looking at them with my crazy eyes. It was years of this disrespect and judgement that forced me to find someone who wouldn’t judge me but only support me. It’s because of this that FarCry came into existence. And even he turned his back on me when he started becoming too strong.
But you know what I realized. It wasn’t that he was too strong, it was that I was too weak. I was weak minded. I believed what everyone else was saying and I was stuck in a sea of denial that I couldn’t swim out of, so you know what I did. I swam down. I went down until I couldn’t breathe anymore and THEN I was able to escape the prison I built for myself. I realized that I’m not all those things that other people claimed that I am. I’m NOT a child beater. I’m not a LOSER or a VAGABOND. I live life the way that I want to live it. People get what they deserve.
He looks at Jerry and in turn into the camera. His eyes are filled with fury and rage. His heart beats with desire and passion so loudly you can hear it beating over the low rumble of the engine.
Noah: Emmit Krauss deserves EVERYTHING that is coming to him this week at Blood Moon Rising. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and a silver knife in his hand. He has been given everything and wanted for nothing. And because of that he had unfulfilled desires. Because of that he began feeling the need to inflict punishment. Trust me; I understand this all too well. I grew up relatively well off. I wanted for nothing; I had everything I could need. But my desire to inflict pain is FAR different than Emmit’s desire. My desire stems from years of abuse, physical and psychological. My pain is far different than any type of pain that Krauss has felt OR can inflict upon me. My pain is REAL PAIN. My blood is red, my heart is broken and my brain is swollen and STILL every day I wake up and live a life full of pain. EVERY WEEK I step into the ring with another opponent bigger or smaller and treat them like an equal because I was NEVER treated like an equal in my days.
But just because I was mistreated does NOT mean that I will mistreat others… that is… unless they mistreat me first. And what Krauss and DeKay did to me yesterday was far beyond mistreatment. It was assault and battery. It was ABUSE. And for TOO long I’ve let my abusers get away with their actions. For TOO FUCKING LONG I’ve sat back and felt like I deserved the abuse that had come my way. But that time is over, Jerry. That time is LONG GONE. I’ve been broken and beaten too much for too long and the time for repentance has come!
The camera shook as Jerry tried to maintain his balance and his composure. The villainous money hungry side of him saw dollar signs in Knox’s eyes. But the part of him that was still human felt fear that this man aside him could snap at any moment. He felt anxiety at the biblical references. He felt fear that the thoughts of grandeur were returning but could tell that this was a more calculated man that he had ever seen before. The Noah Knox that Jerry Seaton knew was an erratic and violent individual. Jerry had spent countless hours and an exorbitant amount of money cleaning up his messes. But the past week he had not one clean up job.
Noah: I’ve never been a religious man before, but walking past these headstones has changed my view on the bible. The bible shows God raining fire and brimstone on Sodom and Gomorrah. He struck down 127,000 soldiers with a single blow. Well I am no God. But I have the strength and will of a man far larger than me, and I have the wisdom of a man far smarter than me. And I’m willing to do whatever it takes to enact JUSTICE on those who think that justice cannot be passed upon them.
Last week I fell victim to my own hubris. I allowed myself to let my guard down, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned in my short time at New blood Wrestling is that you can NEVER let your guard down. Not even for a moment. So this week, when I step into the ring with two men looking to kill me my guard will be up, my fists will be clenched and my soul will be fortified. I will NOT go gently into that good night and I WILL walk out holding the First Blood Championship.
Blood will shed, Jerry. Mine included. But only one man will be left standing.
Jerry dropped his phone.
Jerry: Fuck… can you say that last part again? Never mind, they heard it. We're here, anyway.
Noah looked and saw that he arrived at the cemetery that he called home. He waited for the convertible top to go down so he could exit.
Noah: Listen, Jerry…
He wasn’t really sure how to properly thank him.
Jerry: Its fine, kid. Anytime, really.
The top was down and he jumped out of the vehicle grabbing his bag before Jerry left.
He walked towards his cottage when he saw a woman's figure standing in the distance staring at a headstone. He couldn’t have been happier and he jogged over to her but was surprised when he drew nearer.
Noah: Mya Denton?
Mya: Hi, yea. How you feeling?
Noah was shocked, not expecting to see her here.
Noah: Uh, good. Thanks.
He still was unsure of how to react. Seeing someone outside of the NBW seemed like an act of aggression and Mya had a history of bad behavior that he knew of. But she seemed non threatening, almost whimsical and nervous actually. Her demeanor put his mind at east, but he still remained on guard.
Mya: Great. Glad to hear. I saw what happened and, man. That was brutal.
Noah rubbed his wounds.
Mya: I also saw how you defended my honor with Fat Fuck Carl.
Noah: Oh, that was nothing. He shouldn’t be able to get away with talking about women in that way.
Mya: And I’m sorry I didn’t come out to save you, the announcers said I should for some reason.
Noah: I don’t know why you would.
A comfortable silence filled the space between them as she reached out and grabbed Noah’s hand.
Mya: We have a lot in common. I think people like us SHOULD stick together. People fighting the same battles.
Noah had a faint idea of what she was talking about. He saw her erratic tendencies at shows and had assumed that she was inflicted with the voices as well. This all but confirmed that. He was beginning to see her intentions. Having an able body watch your back in NBW didn't seem like a bad idea at the time.
Noah: It’s not your fault. Just remember that.
Mya smiled and inhaled deeply.
Mya: I say it to myself every day.
She released his hand as she retreated into herself a little bit.
Noah: Would you like a cup of… uh, I guess water. It’s pretty much all I got. My cottage is just that way.
Mya: Sure.
They walked and she huddled close to him.
Mya: It’s cold.
She was being brave considering her normal awkward shyness and felt the warm embrace of Noah as he put his arm around her to warm her up. She was feeling a twinge of joy which helped her keep her voices away as they got to the door. Noah opened up the door.
Gabriella: OH MY GOD I’m so glad you’re ok. I saw everything.
She ran and hugged Noah tightly as Mya moved backwards out of the way. Noah let out an unavoidable groan of agony.
Gabriella: Oh I’m sorry. I called the local medical facility and they said you had left with someone already. You should have called me!
Noah: I didn’t want you to see me like this.
Gabriella: Don’t be silly…
Mya backed out of the doorway and exited the cottage, leaving the door open not wanting to spoil the reunion. She walked through the dull green grass of the winter cemetery. Noah turned back but was too distracted by the goddess standing before him to stop her.