Post by "Invincible" Damian Kaine on Jan 22, 2017 14:24:10 GMT -5
I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone
Read between the lines
Of what's fucked up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs
To know I'm still alive and I walk alone
Tuesday, January 17th, 2017
The scene flashes white, then fades into the sight of Damian Kaine, walking along an empty dirt road, wearing a faded blue pullover hoodie and ripped black jeans. It appears to be dusk, the sun's light just barely catching DK from behind, casting a body-length shadow guiding his path.
I guess it's easy to tell that I haven't been in the right mindset lately. That much is true. Truthfully, I wish I could pinpoint exactly what it is that's wrong. It would make things so much easier. Then I could just up and say "I'm gonna fix this." and do it. But, it's not that easy. I wish I could explain why I felt for Wes. Why I found myself sympathizing with a monster. I wish I could explain not going and visiting Kidd and Zander in the hospital. Hell, I wish I could know why I kicked Joe in the face the other night... But I can't. I can't explain, and I can't bring myself to apologize. All I know is.. I failed. No, not the fans, though I did fail them too. I failed my family. Young and old, blood and bond. Worst of all, I failed my Brothers.
Damian pulled out his phone and unlocked it, opening his FacebookTM Messenger app.
Chat by chat, he could see the worry, the stress that he had placed on the backs of his already crippled brothers. Every last one of them already had a burden, whether it be the walking used condom, Lilith, and her little soul-less puppet, or relationship issues, or what. Whatever the issues may be, Damian's temper tantrums shouldn't be among them.
That's why he's been away. That's why all of these messages go unanswered. He'll go back when he's ready.. But not as who he is now...
Approaching the end of the road, he thought back to his debut night, where he teamed with people he never saw after that night.
DK: I was always amazed by the few people who stay after their debut. Why get a taste of the big times, then go back to the indies. There were eight people in that match, and you know how many stayed longer than that night? 3. The three men that went on to form the Purge, in an ironic turn of events. How many remain now? Me, and Adrian Archer. Archer and I have been intertwined since day one in the Dub. Tag team partners, bitter rivals. We put on one of the best matches in One history. So-
Damian stops at the end, a crossroads.
DK: So it's only fitting that he's in my last match in the WCF.
He looks into the camera following him with a solemn face. His hazel eyes bead into the lens, and we can see the tears begin to well.
DK: I love it here. I always did. But i need a break, guys. My mental health has to come first. Will I come back? Maybe. But for now, it's One More Match. I'm at a crossroads, WCF galaxy. I can either keep going, risking a mental breakdown in the middle of the ring again, or killing somebody or something. I won't do that. So my alternative is to step back. Work on myself. And THAT's the route to go.
Damian takes a right down the dusty road.
DK: To Archer, Stalker, and Udy, y'all better believe i'm going down fighting. And that's that. I'll be there Sunday night. On the apron and in the ring. And I will help ensure that Bishop gets to pick his opponent for Rise Up. But I won't be coming back to the farmhouse. And I won't be there at the PPV. I'll be back when I'm ready.
DK: Hasta La Vista.