Post by Vinnie on Jan 28, 2017 18:07:46 GMT -5
The memory remains
Inner thoughts: “It’s quite simple wouldn’t you agree? You wake up, you tell yourself that you are going to make yourself heard in the world of liars and cheats. And all you do is getting do the same thing over and over again. It’s quite astonishing that you dare to wake up every single night, believing that nothing happened and you moved on. Moved on from one pile of shit to another, sipping on the liquid of your own piss before daring to kiss ass to each and every friend you ever wondered how it would have been if you had any. For ancient times of all past fools that I have conquered, you were the wet dream of them all weren’t you? To mock the intelligence that has fled you many moons ago does not surprise me anymore…, as I have seen the faces of your history and heard the tales of truth and deceit. “
A moment of silence
“Perhaps I did you a favour, perhaps I made the world open up their eyes and see the dreadful assumption of you not even realizing to be dragging through the shit that you yourself created. Ever felt the need to taste the shit that drags out of your shithole?? Or are you just too concerned when the next ass bleaching will commence?”
“I’ve heard you talk, I’ve seen the alterations of your existence change through the days of your mischief. Perhaps you are unaware of these words to have a meaning towards you, but what does it mean?? What is it that I am trying to tell you that I want you to start to run away from everything that is ZT. It’s what you are good at isn’t it?? To run for the reality that stares you right in the eyes…, to be foolish enough not to grab it by the throat and choke it senseless until the squealing stops… Something I just can’t get enough off…, the horror, the struggle, the temptation to resist and then just to squeeze harder. To watch your face turn purple…, until the ultimate climax…, the one being satisfied…, but in the end always wishing for more….”
“Father???”
It’s 1985, young Vinnie is in his bedroom. His head is turning and tossing on his pillow while still sleeping, calling out for his father he never really knew. His hands clutching on the bedsheets, causing his fingers to turn white by the pressure of it all. He is kicking his feet up and down underneath his bedsheets as suddenly the light is being turned on and his mother runs over towards him. Wearing a nightgown underneath her robe that she put on quickly.
"Are you okay sweetie??”
“No please don’t go daddy!! I promise!! I’ll be nice!!! I promise!!!”
His mother sighs, remembering all the bad moments that she had with her now ex husband. Who left them when Vinnie was just merely four years old. Barely having any memories of him, but enough to have nightmares of him on a regular basis.
”Wake up Vinnie, you are having a bad dream”
She continues to stroke his hair, her other hand caresses his forehead as she feels that he is very warm.
"Oh my, you are burning up with a fever.”
Vinnie grimaces with pain as his face tosses around faster and faster, squeezing his eyes tighter and tighter. He is screaming out louder and louder for his father as his mother grabs him by his shoulders and screams at him too.
”Vinnie!!! Wake up!!!!”
Clearly there is fear in her voice, she hasn’t seen him like this before as suddenly he starts to push his upper body off the bed in a shocking way as his mother is getting scared.
”Vinnie!!!!”
Suddenly it all stops as he pushes his face to the left of his pillow, he snores softly as drool comes out of his mouth. His mother caresses his face as she suddenly feels that his temperature is back to normal.
”Oh Vinnie, what has happened to you?? I hope you will sleep tight my dear.”
She puts her head on his chest, softly crying as she stays with him for a few hours to be sure he returns to his normal sleeping ways. Unaware to her we can see young Vinnie suddenly smiling with a sadistic smile.
EV: “I got her good!”
January 24th, 2017.
Vinnie can be seen sitting down in a corner of his living room, his furniture are all gone as he had them burned. Because they all were bought by Adrian Archer, his eyes move around the room until they focus on the little photobook that he has found somewhere of his youth. Staring at a picture of his mother and him when he was younger.
“My mom was a sweet, but easily to be manipulated woman. Perhaps I shouldn’t have tormented her this much by having Vice like grip around Vinnie’s throat. But then again, you are six years old. Believing all the bullshit that you are being taught in life, the lessons of always being polite to elders and yet do not talk to strangers. And yet we all do exactly like that as the nice little boys and girls that we are, don’t we?? And why?? Because you do not wish to disappoint your parents in being a bad little Vinnie…, guess again. Things in life don’t always happen the way you plan out MOM!!!”
A chuckle can be heard as Vinnie scratches his head.
“God these moments of reflecting back upon my life always leaves a foul taste in my mouth, the same thing that could be said about those who are too immoral to even care. Those who always seek for the things in life to feel good, I wonder why. What has it ever brought me?? Nothing more than a whining cunt like Vinnie…”
He remains silent as puts both hands to his head as he starts to chuckle.
“I hear you Vinnie, I thought I had you locked up nice and tight in a little chamber of your own inside my head. I guess I must have left the spare key somewhere. Perhaps I should ask Jaymz whether he can ask Gemini for another babysitting role for a cunt like you.”
He pushes his head against the wall softly several times, he closes his eyes with force as he tries to have the reasoning good side to vanish out of his head. Of course he knows that won’t last.
“SHUT UP!!!!”
He grabs the picture out of the photo book and pulls it out with force and tears it into a thousand pieces before letting go off the remaining shreds that fall down to the ground. All finding it’s own spot as his watchful eyes attempt to follow them all.
“Look at you made me do Vinnie, you are to be blamed for this and it was never my true intention to do so…”
His hands rise up to his head as both of them grab the back of his head while pushing his arms to the side of his face. Mumbling something that is unable to be understood by the camera as his breathing turns heavier and heavier. Finally he stops as he looks at the shredded pieces of once a picture
“Have you not had enough of your morals?? Have you not had enough attempts to make me sane?? And every time…. EVERY SINGLE TIME!!!! I come back stronger and push you back more and more!! WHY CAN’T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!”
He grabs his head again in the same position as he slowly starts to rock himself front to back. Once again mumbling unclear words as his breathing causes it to be unbearable to be heard. He slowly lifts up his head, grabbing his hair as his eyes stare at the ceiling where we see the light shine vaguely upon his face. He opens his mouth, almost as if he wants to scream something, but no sound comes from his lips. He breaths softly after a while before words slowly emerge once more.
“What am I doing to myself?? What is it that I need to do?? I have marked myself and smelled my flesh burn against burning steel. And all I could ever think off was how you never wanted me to burned, tattooed or pierced. As it would make my body be removed from it’s Holy Temple wasn’t it oh mother?? Oh how young Vinnie had CRIED!!! Cried so many tears late at night, where his pillow became his only good friend. And even that is what I took away from him.”
Vinnie stares at another picture, this time of his high school sweetheart Bonnie. His eyes light up in anger as his fingers slowly turn into fists
“Oh I hear you well enough Vinnie, how your begging words creep in on not to say anything bad about her. Well guess what?? It’s not going to work, event hough you still love her… you do know she used us don’t you??”
Silence comes over him, biting his lower lip in anticipation of his alter ego to answer him. but he of course refuses let him.
“I thought so, just thoughts that only exist when it is convenient to you and when it doesn’t you are just like each and everyone else. Merely a silent idiot that has a dear look in the headlights of a SUV before slamming their stinking necks upon against some idiot’s wall. Stupid, helpless and far more importantly just a believer of your own stinking lies. Good for you Vinnie, you just made the fuckups ton ten list!!!”
His mouth opens, but no sound comes out of it. As if the anger inside his alter ego suddenly wanted to speak out it’s mind, but decided against better judgment not to. As the open mouth suddenly turns into a smirk and a headshake from left to right.
“Coward, just like I expected. Still a soft spot for that cunt Bonnie huh? Why Vinnie? Because she promised you to burst your cherriy on your birthday?? And you realized that you were passed out the moment you got to witness your first piece of ass?? Oh trust me Vinnie boy, it wasn’t worth my time nonetheless, merely the thought that something is better than nothing”.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
A loud scream can be heard as clearly the good version cannot take it anymore. Putting his hands to his face and cries out loud as the tears flows between his fingers upon the photo album.
“You asshole”
EV:”At least I got some”
It’s the path that leads to Rise Up
“Is it that time again??”
We are in ZT headquarters, we can see Vinnie Jones drinking his beer while the camera crew come up towards him as they are anticipating every word that he has to say towards his opponent Ethan King this week and whatever version they may find.
“I just can’t remember how many bottles I’ve downed, yet the result remains the same”
He turns around with a pissed off look upon his face, clearly not the good version that some of you were hoping for.
“You remain as ugly as fuck”
He turns around, downs the final remainder of the bottle of beer down his throat before putting the bottle down upon the bar, wiping his mouth clean with his dirty right hand and turns around. Almost spins too far as the alcohol clearly has effected his judgment
“So you are all here to hear what I have to say about Ethan King, the guy that is upon me this coming Sunday at Rise Up. Good for you that I have mastered the trade of mind tele… tale…. Telapathy, so you can all enjoy my master plan while I return sipping on some cold ones”
He grabs the bottle of beer and takes a sip from it before placing both hands to the side of his head and closes his eyes. As if he is actually preparing himself to put everyone under his telepathic spell.
“This si going to be so fucking amazing”
Suddenly he spreads his arms towards the camera and lets out a loud burp, as if to say he transmits his thoughts upon everyone else. He then winks at the camera and turns around to grab another beer
“That will make the headlines for sure”
Vinnie downs another beer as the camera man taps him on the shoulder and forces him to turn around.
“What?? I know I’m good but not that fast!! Or am I???”
The cameraman shakes his camera no as Vinnie sighs.
“You do realize that you have to turn on the audio right?? Where’s that…… oh there’s the broom”
Vinnie suddenly sees the microphone hanging above his head as he sighs.
“Guess I have to do it all by myself huh??”
The cameraman shakes his camera up and down as in to say yes
“Fine!!! You see, this is my moment to step out of whatever expectation that the world is lacking about me. Can I blame them?? Perhaps not, seeing how the people’s stepping ground of a gang of losers is not much of a challenge to begin with. Or the fact that I faced the man that changes his mind more often than Kanye West has ever said anything sensible to begin with. But that’s okay, I guess the world rather prefers to hear the slang coming out of my mouth than accepting the evolution of Nation of Vinnies. The special race that you have not yet been able to accept as your superior race!!”
Vinnie laughs as he is clearly intoxicated by the amount of alcohol that he has already drank prior to this moment. He slaps his cheek a few times before turning his attention to the camera, or in his case one of the few that his double visison allows him to see.
“You see…., I”
The cameraman points at Vinnie to look his way and not sideways of the camera.
“Excuse me Mr. Sensitive!! I could give a crap about what you want!! Don’t you ever learned from your momma that pointing your finger is impolite?? Just like me have to start all over again?? You are just a jackass you know that?? Pure and simple and the whole world is watching this and loving the honesty that ALWAYS escapes my mouth”.
“You see King, I hardly know you. But then again, it’s not like each and everyone else in this dump called WCF has ever attempted to at least send me a greeting card to wish me well. I guess personal hygiene above everything else to just merely shaking someone’s hand and tell them later that they just can shove off.”
Vinnie takes another sip from the beer before placing it next to him on the bar, almost bumping it off the bar as his movement is clearly uncontrollable.
“Ethan King, the return of a champion. The man that barely made out of Mexico alive. The man has changed and is now an egocentric man that only thinks about himself… Geez, it is almost as if I am listening to a spoiler for the remake of Revenge of the Nerds!! It’s now also viewed in Nerd vision!!! And now with only a special limited offer, you can watch this fucked up movie while being jacked off by the entire female cast!!! What are you waiting for???”
He chuckles without any control as he slaps his forehead in sheer joy as he repeats some of the words
“Of course, you need to be 18 or older to be eligible to enter. And of course, I know this does not imply anything about you does it Ethan?? Just a good laugh to break the ice and drink some beers, tell some stories before we bash each other’s heads in. Because that will happen will it not Ethan?? The battle of the man that has changed against the man that pretty much everyone claimes that I do not even fucking know who the hell I am…, must be an interesting confrontation for sure!!!”
“And yet Ethan, I really could give a damn. It’s always a different tale, it’s always something new that people try to come up with to change the story that needs to be told. And yet, what else is new?? Whether it is a man that leads his cult of bitches into the ground, whether it is a guy that is more a chameleon than the song that Boy George and his Culture Club sang about… the result is still the same isn’t it?? The effects of neglecting the reality that is staring them right in the eyes, the neglecting fact that they are the ones that shooting themselves in the arms of stupidity as they just don’t understand!!! Oh the joy of life makes it so simplistic to carve down their sanity.”
“And there we hit a magic word…, Sanity. Questionably none were existing in the foolish thoughts of one Adrian Archer. Believing that going up against the one man that actually does add something to ZT was a wise move. I guess he has learned from his mistakes and does what every other idiot would do on a losing streak…, going up against a Brotherhood bitch and try your luck elsewhere. But you? The man that spoke of the Alpha Title not so long ago, a man that has his sights set on gold…, surely must have a different twist of logic that could alter the brain of such a exquisite delight?? Or are you merely going to utter that I am an idiot, that I will lose and that I have to pack my bags and head to higher grounds?? Something that the world has often wished for certain illogical choices in politics, but do not fair too well either. And how will you fair?? The man that has changed, the man that has come back to remove all the historical evidence of his past self… only to create a new tale that suits him to the dot?? Interesting where the mind ends where the stupidity starts isn’t it??”
His eyes look at the camera dead on, no emotion and no doubt on his face that he will go into this fight and tear a hole into his opponent.
“People often change to benefit their doubts whether they made the right decisions in life isn’t it?? I guess Mexico was your wake up call, to me it was nothing more than breaking the sanity of this idiot with a mere rock. Scratching the surface of it all as it allows you to dig deeper into the soul of that what you try to hide. I welcome the challenge Ethan, I welcome the opportunity to step foot inside your world as if it is a mere vacation stepping out of mine. I can see the brochures already, ever tired of your own brutality?? Why don’t you step into that of someone else!! As if I am packing my suitcases for a holiday of one without any return flights. Expecting to stay and having a good time. But no Ethan, I intend to visit your world and trash it to the ground just like I did to that fake split disorder fool that allows himself to be lied at every damn second. Oh no, for you I am to alter reality my friend, for you I am going to break the barriers of that what you have ever experienced… that even HE”
Vinnie pats on the temple that was hit when he was four by the rock, making a direct connection to his good split side of his personality
“That even HE would enter the wrath and can accept only one thing, total and utter mindless brutality Ethan. Perhaps then you may fly over towards Greenland or Alaska, stay away for a few months and rekindle some new found identity that suits you so much better. Perhaps you will survive with merely more than just a scratch and a running nose. Who knows Ethan, perhaps you may even turn out to get lucky and choose once more to find the path of the Alpha Division.”
“Truth needs to be told Ethan, the path of the Alpha, runs near the Omega. The path that you seek needs to be altered somehow as I seek the path of destruction that ultimately leads to gold as well. A path where I will humble you, crumble you from part to part and limb to limb. Until there is nothing left to be humbled before my very own feet. Does this allow you to see the ways of how I see things? Perhaps, perhaps not. But the pain surely will be felt and the laughter shall be all mine….”
With laughter we slowly close to darkness.
The other way around
Inner thoughts: “How in the hell did things go the way they went? From one moment a struggling fool with a split personality, to a henchmen of a group of men that are either even more crazy then me, or merely a simple drunk?? And then, then to even succeed twice in a six man tag and then on my own. What is going on???”
“And yet, I cannot deny the fact that it has brought me joy and pleasure. Is it perhaps that I am losing my mind?? Or that Indeed I have been lying to myself, believing that I am only capable of good and kindness? The fact that I beat the guy in a fashion that he faded out to emptiness? Oh man!! I get chills just thinking about it!!! But I know I shouldn’t”
A moment of silence
“And yet, I cannot stop thinking about the fact that now after doing that… I made my life a better place. Finally I allowed me to be a part of something and mean something, without getting all too sticky in manly caring and such yuck!! All is left to go on is to make sure that Archer was not a mistake, that it is merely a beginning of something new…. A thought of better things to come and worse to happen”.
“Father???”
It’s 1985, young Vinnie is in his bedroom. His head is turning and tossing on his pillow while still sleeping, calling out for his father he never really knew. His hands clutching on the bedsheets, causing his fingers to turn white by the pressure of it all. He is kicking his feet up and down underneath his bedsheets as suddenly the light is being turned on and his mother runs over towards him. Wearing a nightgown underneath her robe that she put on quickly.
“Oh mother, how often have I not remembered this moment?? How you tried to wake me up to no evail. I have never admitted this to you, but I struggled to wake up and grab you by the neck and tell you how much I love you. How often I felt that I was hovering over you as if I had an out of body experience. Ever knew that mother?? I’m sure you never did…”
”Are you okay sweetie??”
“No please don’t go daddy!! I promise!! I’ll be nice!!! I promise!!!”
“I promised didn’t I?? And yet the man never showed up, how hard must it be for a child to not understand? How hard must it be to know that how much you smile, he does not care for you!!! And how much I ignored your pleads, how much I searched for that one thing that wasn’t there!! And that I blame myself every single time!!”
”Wake up Vinnie, you are having a bad dream”
She continues to stroke his hair, her other hand caresses his forehead as she feels that he is very warm.
”Oh my, you are burning up with a fever.”
“Was it?? Was it a fever?? God I wished it was and not just the shame of me trying to pretend I was asleep. Pretending, no struggling to fight this other side of me… the fact that he had me by the throat and choked me out if I would even dare to wake up. Ever been there mother? Ever been there where you knew against your own judgment you shouldn’t do something?? I did….”
”Vinnie!!! Wake up!!!!”
“I wanted to, I truly did. To soothe the fear upon your face mother, to tell you that it wasn’t you that should have to worry but me. It was not your fault mother, it was my own. The thought of breaking your heart every single night has made me who I truly have become mother. As that caused the temperature to rise and fall and all I could do was witness it and unable to stop it”.
”Oh Vinnie, what has happened to you?? I hope you will sleep tight my dear.”
“HE happened to me, HE became a part of me and all I could do about it was absolutely nothing. Just watch it pass me with shame on my jaws. Accept the fact that he always laughed at you, laughed at me. Always being able to manipulate me the way it made you suffer. For how long I have hated him and all I could do was watch on and suffer…. Forgive me mother… forgive me…”
EV: “I got her good!”
GV: “You asshole”
Some Kind of Monster
“HE gave you his opinionized ideals, now it is my turn”
Vinnie is seated in the corner where he was on the 24th when he was staring into his photo album. His eyes are torn upon the ripped shreds of the picture of him and his mother. Clearly upset and emotional of what his alter ego has done through him.
“And what a surprise that HE made an ass out of himself, oh yeah an ass. But then again, only asses remain don’t they??”
He has anger in his eyes, he leans his head back against the wall as he sighs softly.
“You fucked up my relationship with my mother, you blew my chances with the one who I truly loved!! And now?? Now I have to be a team player into the opportunity to squash others to succeed? Succeed in something that I could not care about one damn bit!!! Oh and I guess I have to, because when I don’t I’ll get fucked up in every single fucking match”
He rubs his nose with the back of his hand, staring at the snot that got rubbed back on it before licking it up again.
“See what you made me do?? Oh I know that you don’t give a damn and why would I?? it’s the mentality that these days has gotten hold of everyone and it’s starting to grab me too!!! But will it be me giving in to your desires?? Or will it be me fighting back?? Oh I’ll be fighting alright, I’ll be fighting until you cannot control me anymore and I’ll be my own man.”
“So I guess I’ll be fighting you first huh Ethan?? Fighting a man that fights his own ways of change huh? The man that has his sights set upon proving himself as well as taking names and dropping them like a bad habit. Funny how to see how two different roads in one combines to a crossroad, only to have one to move on and the other needing to be dropped. But seeing as how I have tasted the taste of glory, even though I never craved for it made me want more Ethan. More, the same thing that you are getting. The same thing you are wanting as well, the chance of taking on a champion and make a path of glory. Even my match with Archer was something that I could have tasted something that I would like. The fact that I had the ability to make him pass out, pass out Ethan. Even though it was not my conscience to do things like these, it is the conscience that slowly creeps in. So I wonder, what will it take for me to break you down. What will it take for me to make you understand that the Brotherhood and Adrian Archer was just the beginning, but not the end??”
The pieces of the picture are now in his hand, he lifts his hand to his face as he stares down at the pieces before they crumble between his fingers. He watches them fall down as his face remains emotionless.
“Just like this picture, the past that has flashed before my eyes. Something that I cannot bring back Ethan, something that I cannot wish for…, but I can wish for other things that could bring me some sort of gratitude. I can wish for something that makes me want to continue this quest of downing others. And not that I do think that you don’t deserve it… because you probably do… but there is nothing in this world that I deserve MORE than to beat you inside that squared circle… walk to the back and have everyone take notice of the man that is Zero Tolerance. The man that is the new kid, the man that is bound for a championship contendership unlike the jokes that get shots or opportunities every single week. Because let’s face it, I can beat them all that is in that Peoples championship match, I can beat the likes of the TV title and now?? I understand that everything will happen when you are the Alpha Champion… and that’s what I will aim for… and if I have to go through you son…, you better believe your sorry ass that I wil…..,”
“So until then Ethan, I hope your ensurance company will allow mental instability to be taken care off by pro’s because when I’m done with you, there won’t be anything left of you.”
With that Vinnie gets up, puts his foot down upon the shredded pieces of the photo of him and his mother and turns his feet around as if he is putting out a cigarette.
“See you Sunday Ethan, See you Sunday”
Inner thoughts: “It’s quite simple wouldn’t you agree? You wake up, you tell yourself that you are going to make yourself heard in the world of liars and cheats. And all you do is getting do the same thing over and over again. It’s quite astonishing that you dare to wake up every single night, believing that nothing happened and you moved on. Moved on from one pile of shit to another, sipping on the liquid of your own piss before daring to kiss ass to each and every friend you ever wondered how it would have been if you had any. For ancient times of all past fools that I have conquered, you were the wet dream of them all weren’t you? To mock the intelligence that has fled you many moons ago does not surprise me anymore…, as I have seen the faces of your history and heard the tales of truth and deceit. “
A moment of silence
“Perhaps I did you a favour, perhaps I made the world open up their eyes and see the dreadful assumption of you not even realizing to be dragging through the shit that you yourself created. Ever felt the need to taste the shit that drags out of your shithole?? Or are you just too concerned when the next ass bleaching will commence?”
“I’ve heard you talk, I’ve seen the alterations of your existence change through the days of your mischief. Perhaps you are unaware of these words to have a meaning towards you, but what does it mean?? What is it that I am trying to tell you that I want you to start to run away from everything that is ZT. It’s what you are good at isn’t it?? To run for the reality that stares you right in the eyes…, to be foolish enough not to grab it by the throat and choke it senseless until the squealing stops… Something I just can’t get enough off…, the horror, the struggle, the temptation to resist and then just to squeeze harder. To watch your face turn purple…, until the ultimate climax…, the one being satisfied…, but in the end always wishing for more….”
“Father???”
It’s 1985, young Vinnie is in his bedroom. His head is turning and tossing on his pillow while still sleeping, calling out for his father he never really knew. His hands clutching on the bedsheets, causing his fingers to turn white by the pressure of it all. He is kicking his feet up and down underneath his bedsheets as suddenly the light is being turned on and his mother runs over towards him. Wearing a nightgown underneath her robe that she put on quickly.
"Are you okay sweetie??”
“No please don’t go daddy!! I promise!! I’ll be nice!!! I promise!!!”
His mother sighs, remembering all the bad moments that she had with her now ex husband. Who left them when Vinnie was just merely four years old. Barely having any memories of him, but enough to have nightmares of him on a regular basis.
”Wake up Vinnie, you are having a bad dream”
She continues to stroke his hair, her other hand caresses his forehead as she feels that he is very warm.
"Oh my, you are burning up with a fever.”
Vinnie grimaces with pain as his face tosses around faster and faster, squeezing his eyes tighter and tighter. He is screaming out louder and louder for his father as his mother grabs him by his shoulders and screams at him too.
”Vinnie!!! Wake up!!!!”
Clearly there is fear in her voice, she hasn’t seen him like this before as suddenly he starts to push his upper body off the bed in a shocking way as his mother is getting scared.
”Vinnie!!!!”
Suddenly it all stops as he pushes his face to the left of his pillow, he snores softly as drool comes out of his mouth. His mother caresses his face as she suddenly feels that his temperature is back to normal.
”Oh Vinnie, what has happened to you?? I hope you will sleep tight my dear.”
She puts her head on his chest, softly crying as she stays with him for a few hours to be sure he returns to his normal sleeping ways. Unaware to her we can see young Vinnie suddenly smiling with a sadistic smile.
EV: “I got her good!”
January 24th, 2017.
Vinnie can be seen sitting down in a corner of his living room, his furniture are all gone as he had them burned. Because they all were bought by Adrian Archer, his eyes move around the room until they focus on the little photobook that he has found somewhere of his youth. Staring at a picture of his mother and him when he was younger.
“My mom was a sweet, but easily to be manipulated woman. Perhaps I shouldn’t have tormented her this much by having Vice like grip around Vinnie’s throat. But then again, you are six years old. Believing all the bullshit that you are being taught in life, the lessons of always being polite to elders and yet do not talk to strangers. And yet we all do exactly like that as the nice little boys and girls that we are, don’t we?? And why?? Because you do not wish to disappoint your parents in being a bad little Vinnie…, guess again. Things in life don’t always happen the way you plan out MOM!!!”
A chuckle can be heard as Vinnie scratches his head.
“God these moments of reflecting back upon my life always leaves a foul taste in my mouth, the same thing that could be said about those who are too immoral to even care. Those who always seek for the things in life to feel good, I wonder why. What has it ever brought me?? Nothing more than a whining cunt like Vinnie…”
He remains silent as puts both hands to his head as he starts to chuckle.
“I hear you Vinnie, I thought I had you locked up nice and tight in a little chamber of your own inside my head. I guess I must have left the spare key somewhere. Perhaps I should ask Jaymz whether he can ask Gemini for another babysitting role for a cunt like you.”
He pushes his head against the wall softly several times, he closes his eyes with force as he tries to have the reasoning good side to vanish out of his head. Of course he knows that won’t last.
“SHUT UP!!!!”
He grabs the picture out of the photo book and pulls it out with force and tears it into a thousand pieces before letting go off the remaining shreds that fall down to the ground. All finding it’s own spot as his watchful eyes attempt to follow them all.
“Look at you made me do Vinnie, you are to be blamed for this and it was never my true intention to do so…”
His hands rise up to his head as both of them grab the back of his head while pushing his arms to the side of his face. Mumbling something that is unable to be understood by the camera as his breathing turns heavier and heavier. Finally he stops as he looks at the shredded pieces of once a picture
“Have you not had enough of your morals?? Have you not had enough attempts to make me sane?? And every time…. EVERY SINGLE TIME!!!! I come back stronger and push you back more and more!! WHY CAN’T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!”
He grabs his head again in the same position as he slowly starts to rock himself front to back. Once again mumbling unclear words as his breathing causes it to be unbearable to be heard. He slowly lifts up his head, grabbing his hair as his eyes stare at the ceiling where we see the light shine vaguely upon his face. He opens his mouth, almost as if he wants to scream something, but no sound comes from his lips. He breaths softly after a while before words slowly emerge once more.
“What am I doing to myself?? What is it that I need to do?? I have marked myself and smelled my flesh burn against burning steel. And all I could ever think off was how you never wanted me to burned, tattooed or pierced. As it would make my body be removed from it’s Holy Temple wasn’t it oh mother?? Oh how young Vinnie had CRIED!!! Cried so many tears late at night, where his pillow became his only good friend. And even that is what I took away from him.”
Vinnie stares at another picture, this time of his high school sweetheart Bonnie. His eyes light up in anger as his fingers slowly turn into fists
“Oh I hear you well enough Vinnie, how your begging words creep in on not to say anything bad about her. Well guess what?? It’s not going to work, event hough you still love her… you do know she used us don’t you??”
Silence comes over him, biting his lower lip in anticipation of his alter ego to answer him. but he of course refuses let him.
“I thought so, just thoughts that only exist when it is convenient to you and when it doesn’t you are just like each and everyone else. Merely a silent idiot that has a dear look in the headlights of a SUV before slamming their stinking necks upon against some idiot’s wall. Stupid, helpless and far more importantly just a believer of your own stinking lies. Good for you Vinnie, you just made the fuckups ton ten list!!!”
His mouth opens, but no sound comes out of it. As if the anger inside his alter ego suddenly wanted to speak out it’s mind, but decided against better judgment not to. As the open mouth suddenly turns into a smirk and a headshake from left to right.
“Coward, just like I expected. Still a soft spot for that cunt Bonnie huh? Why Vinnie? Because she promised you to burst your cherriy on your birthday?? And you realized that you were passed out the moment you got to witness your first piece of ass?? Oh trust me Vinnie boy, it wasn’t worth my time nonetheless, merely the thought that something is better than nothing”.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
A loud scream can be heard as clearly the good version cannot take it anymore. Putting his hands to his face and cries out loud as the tears flows between his fingers upon the photo album.
“You asshole”
EV:”At least I got some”
It’s the path that leads to Rise Up
“Is it that time again??”
We are in ZT headquarters, we can see Vinnie Jones drinking his beer while the camera crew come up towards him as they are anticipating every word that he has to say towards his opponent Ethan King this week and whatever version they may find.
“I just can’t remember how many bottles I’ve downed, yet the result remains the same”
He turns around with a pissed off look upon his face, clearly not the good version that some of you were hoping for.
“You remain as ugly as fuck”
He turns around, downs the final remainder of the bottle of beer down his throat before putting the bottle down upon the bar, wiping his mouth clean with his dirty right hand and turns around. Almost spins too far as the alcohol clearly has effected his judgment
“So you are all here to hear what I have to say about Ethan King, the guy that is upon me this coming Sunday at Rise Up. Good for you that I have mastered the trade of mind tele… tale…. Telapathy, so you can all enjoy my master plan while I return sipping on some cold ones”
He grabs the bottle of beer and takes a sip from it before placing both hands to the side of his head and closes his eyes. As if he is actually preparing himself to put everyone under his telepathic spell.
“This si going to be so fucking amazing”
Suddenly he spreads his arms towards the camera and lets out a loud burp, as if to say he transmits his thoughts upon everyone else. He then winks at the camera and turns around to grab another beer
“That will make the headlines for sure”
Vinnie downs another beer as the camera man taps him on the shoulder and forces him to turn around.
“What?? I know I’m good but not that fast!! Or am I???”
The cameraman shakes his camera no as Vinnie sighs.
“You do realize that you have to turn on the audio right?? Where’s that…… oh there’s the broom”
Vinnie suddenly sees the microphone hanging above his head as he sighs.
“Guess I have to do it all by myself huh??”
The cameraman shakes his camera up and down as in to say yes
“Fine!!! You see, this is my moment to step out of whatever expectation that the world is lacking about me. Can I blame them?? Perhaps not, seeing how the people’s stepping ground of a gang of losers is not much of a challenge to begin with. Or the fact that I faced the man that changes his mind more often than Kanye West has ever said anything sensible to begin with. But that’s okay, I guess the world rather prefers to hear the slang coming out of my mouth than accepting the evolution of Nation of Vinnies. The special race that you have not yet been able to accept as your superior race!!”
Vinnie laughs as he is clearly intoxicated by the amount of alcohol that he has already drank prior to this moment. He slaps his cheek a few times before turning his attention to the camera, or in his case one of the few that his double visison allows him to see.
“You see…., I”
The cameraman points at Vinnie to look his way and not sideways of the camera.
“Excuse me Mr. Sensitive!! I could give a crap about what you want!! Don’t you ever learned from your momma that pointing your finger is impolite?? Just like me have to start all over again?? You are just a jackass you know that?? Pure and simple and the whole world is watching this and loving the honesty that ALWAYS escapes my mouth”.
“You see King, I hardly know you. But then again, it’s not like each and everyone else in this dump called WCF has ever attempted to at least send me a greeting card to wish me well. I guess personal hygiene above everything else to just merely shaking someone’s hand and tell them later that they just can shove off.”
Vinnie takes another sip from the beer before placing it next to him on the bar, almost bumping it off the bar as his movement is clearly uncontrollable.
“Ethan King, the return of a champion. The man that barely made out of Mexico alive. The man has changed and is now an egocentric man that only thinks about himself… Geez, it is almost as if I am listening to a spoiler for the remake of Revenge of the Nerds!! It’s now also viewed in Nerd vision!!! And now with only a special limited offer, you can watch this fucked up movie while being jacked off by the entire female cast!!! What are you waiting for???”
He chuckles without any control as he slaps his forehead in sheer joy as he repeats some of the words
“Of course, you need to be 18 or older to be eligible to enter. And of course, I know this does not imply anything about you does it Ethan?? Just a good laugh to break the ice and drink some beers, tell some stories before we bash each other’s heads in. Because that will happen will it not Ethan?? The battle of the man that has changed against the man that pretty much everyone claimes that I do not even fucking know who the hell I am…, must be an interesting confrontation for sure!!!”
“And yet Ethan, I really could give a damn. It’s always a different tale, it’s always something new that people try to come up with to change the story that needs to be told. And yet, what else is new?? Whether it is a man that leads his cult of bitches into the ground, whether it is a guy that is more a chameleon than the song that Boy George and his Culture Club sang about… the result is still the same isn’t it?? The effects of neglecting the reality that is staring them right in the eyes, the neglecting fact that they are the ones that shooting themselves in the arms of stupidity as they just don’t understand!!! Oh the joy of life makes it so simplistic to carve down their sanity.”
“And there we hit a magic word…, Sanity. Questionably none were existing in the foolish thoughts of one Adrian Archer. Believing that going up against the one man that actually does add something to ZT was a wise move. I guess he has learned from his mistakes and does what every other idiot would do on a losing streak…, going up against a Brotherhood bitch and try your luck elsewhere. But you? The man that spoke of the Alpha Title not so long ago, a man that has his sights set on gold…, surely must have a different twist of logic that could alter the brain of such a exquisite delight?? Or are you merely going to utter that I am an idiot, that I will lose and that I have to pack my bags and head to higher grounds?? Something that the world has often wished for certain illogical choices in politics, but do not fair too well either. And how will you fair?? The man that has changed, the man that has come back to remove all the historical evidence of his past self… only to create a new tale that suits him to the dot?? Interesting where the mind ends where the stupidity starts isn’t it??”
His eyes look at the camera dead on, no emotion and no doubt on his face that he will go into this fight and tear a hole into his opponent.
“People often change to benefit their doubts whether they made the right decisions in life isn’t it?? I guess Mexico was your wake up call, to me it was nothing more than breaking the sanity of this idiot with a mere rock. Scratching the surface of it all as it allows you to dig deeper into the soul of that what you try to hide. I welcome the challenge Ethan, I welcome the opportunity to step foot inside your world as if it is a mere vacation stepping out of mine. I can see the brochures already, ever tired of your own brutality?? Why don’t you step into that of someone else!! As if I am packing my suitcases for a holiday of one without any return flights. Expecting to stay and having a good time. But no Ethan, I intend to visit your world and trash it to the ground just like I did to that fake split disorder fool that allows himself to be lied at every damn second. Oh no, for you I am to alter reality my friend, for you I am going to break the barriers of that what you have ever experienced… that even HE”
Vinnie pats on the temple that was hit when he was four by the rock, making a direct connection to his good split side of his personality
“That even HE would enter the wrath and can accept only one thing, total and utter mindless brutality Ethan. Perhaps then you may fly over towards Greenland or Alaska, stay away for a few months and rekindle some new found identity that suits you so much better. Perhaps you will survive with merely more than just a scratch and a running nose. Who knows Ethan, perhaps you may even turn out to get lucky and choose once more to find the path of the Alpha Division.”
“Truth needs to be told Ethan, the path of the Alpha, runs near the Omega. The path that you seek needs to be altered somehow as I seek the path of destruction that ultimately leads to gold as well. A path where I will humble you, crumble you from part to part and limb to limb. Until there is nothing left to be humbled before my very own feet. Does this allow you to see the ways of how I see things? Perhaps, perhaps not. But the pain surely will be felt and the laughter shall be all mine….”
With laughter we slowly close to darkness.
The other way around
Inner thoughts: “How in the hell did things go the way they went? From one moment a struggling fool with a split personality, to a henchmen of a group of men that are either even more crazy then me, or merely a simple drunk?? And then, then to even succeed twice in a six man tag and then on my own. What is going on???”
“And yet, I cannot deny the fact that it has brought me joy and pleasure. Is it perhaps that I am losing my mind?? Or that Indeed I have been lying to myself, believing that I am only capable of good and kindness? The fact that I beat the guy in a fashion that he faded out to emptiness? Oh man!! I get chills just thinking about it!!! But I know I shouldn’t”
A moment of silence
“And yet, I cannot stop thinking about the fact that now after doing that… I made my life a better place. Finally I allowed me to be a part of something and mean something, without getting all too sticky in manly caring and such yuck!! All is left to go on is to make sure that Archer was not a mistake, that it is merely a beginning of something new…. A thought of better things to come and worse to happen”.
“Father???”
It’s 1985, young Vinnie is in his bedroom. His head is turning and tossing on his pillow while still sleeping, calling out for his father he never really knew. His hands clutching on the bedsheets, causing his fingers to turn white by the pressure of it all. He is kicking his feet up and down underneath his bedsheets as suddenly the light is being turned on and his mother runs over towards him. Wearing a nightgown underneath her robe that she put on quickly.
“Oh mother, how often have I not remembered this moment?? How you tried to wake me up to no evail. I have never admitted this to you, but I struggled to wake up and grab you by the neck and tell you how much I love you. How often I felt that I was hovering over you as if I had an out of body experience. Ever knew that mother?? I’m sure you never did…”
”Are you okay sweetie??”
“No please don’t go daddy!! I promise!! I’ll be nice!!! I promise!!!”
“I promised didn’t I?? And yet the man never showed up, how hard must it be for a child to not understand? How hard must it be to know that how much you smile, he does not care for you!!! And how much I ignored your pleads, how much I searched for that one thing that wasn’t there!! And that I blame myself every single time!!”
”Wake up Vinnie, you are having a bad dream”
She continues to stroke his hair, her other hand caresses his forehead as she feels that he is very warm.
”Oh my, you are burning up with a fever.”
“Was it?? Was it a fever?? God I wished it was and not just the shame of me trying to pretend I was asleep. Pretending, no struggling to fight this other side of me… the fact that he had me by the throat and choked me out if I would even dare to wake up. Ever been there mother? Ever been there where you knew against your own judgment you shouldn’t do something?? I did….”
”Vinnie!!! Wake up!!!!”
“I wanted to, I truly did. To soothe the fear upon your face mother, to tell you that it wasn’t you that should have to worry but me. It was not your fault mother, it was my own. The thought of breaking your heart every single night has made me who I truly have become mother. As that caused the temperature to rise and fall and all I could do was witness it and unable to stop it”.
”Oh Vinnie, what has happened to you?? I hope you will sleep tight my dear.”
“HE happened to me, HE became a part of me and all I could do about it was absolutely nothing. Just watch it pass me with shame on my jaws. Accept the fact that he always laughed at you, laughed at me. Always being able to manipulate me the way it made you suffer. For how long I have hated him and all I could do was watch on and suffer…. Forgive me mother… forgive me…”
EV: “I got her good!”
GV: “You asshole”
Some Kind of Monster
“HE gave you his opinionized ideals, now it is my turn”
Vinnie is seated in the corner where he was on the 24th when he was staring into his photo album. His eyes are torn upon the ripped shreds of the picture of him and his mother. Clearly upset and emotional of what his alter ego has done through him.
“And what a surprise that HE made an ass out of himself, oh yeah an ass. But then again, only asses remain don’t they??”
He has anger in his eyes, he leans his head back against the wall as he sighs softly.
“You fucked up my relationship with my mother, you blew my chances with the one who I truly loved!! And now?? Now I have to be a team player into the opportunity to squash others to succeed? Succeed in something that I could not care about one damn bit!!! Oh and I guess I have to, because when I don’t I’ll get fucked up in every single fucking match”
He rubs his nose with the back of his hand, staring at the snot that got rubbed back on it before licking it up again.
“See what you made me do?? Oh I know that you don’t give a damn and why would I?? it’s the mentality that these days has gotten hold of everyone and it’s starting to grab me too!!! But will it be me giving in to your desires?? Or will it be me fighting back?? Oh I’ll be fighting alright, I’ll be fighting until you cannot control me anymore and I’ll be my own man.”
“So I guess I’ll be fighting you first huh Ethan?? Fighting a man that fights his own ways of change huh? The man that has his sights set upon proving himself as well as taking names and dropping them like a bad habit. Funny how to see how two different roads in one combines to a crossroad, only to have one to move on and the other needing to be dropped. But seeing as how I have tasted the taste of glory, even though I never craved for it made me want more Ethan. More, the same thing that you are getting. The same thing you are wanting as well, the chance of taking on a champion and make a path of glory. Even my match with Archer was something that I could have tasted something that I would like. The fact that I had the ability to make him pass out, pass out Ethan. Even though it was not my conscience to do things like these, it is the conscience that slowly creeps in. So I wonder, what will it take for me to break you down. What will it take for me to make you understand that the Brotherhood and Adrian Archer was just the beginning, but not the end??”
The pieces of the picture are now in his hand, he lifts his hand to his face as he stares down at the pieces before they crumble between his fingers. He watches them fall down as his face remains emotionless.
“Just like this picture, the past that has flashed before my eyes. Something that I cannot bring back Ethan, something that I cannot wish for…, but I can wish for other things that could bring me some sort of gratitude. I can wish for something that makes me want to continue this quest of downing others. And not that I do think that you don’t deserve it… because you probably do… but there is nothing in this world that I deserve MORE than to beat you inside that squared circle… walk to the back and have everyone take notice of the man that is Zero Tolerance. The man that is the new kid, the man that is bound for a championship contendership unlike the jokes that get shots or opportunities every single week. Because let’s face it, I can beat them all that is in that Peoples championship match, I can beat the likes of the TV title and now?? I understand that everything will happen when you are the Alpha Champion… and that’s what I will aim for… and if I have to go through you son…, you better believe your sorry ass that I wil…..,”
“So until then Ethan, I hope your ensurance company will allow mental instability to be taken care off by pro’s because when I’m done with you, there won’t be anything left of you.”
With that Vinnie gets up, puts his foot down upon the shredded pieces of the photo of him and his mother and turns his feet around as if he is putting out a cigarette.
“See you Sunday Ethan, See you Sunday”