Post by erikblack on Mar 24, 2017 21:51:17 GMT -5
I told you didn’t I? I told everyone in that match that they would fall to me. I told everyone that they would be in awe of my symphony of violence. And I was right. STalker.... HE still hasn’t woken up. He's still unconcious. Paramedics are still trying to wake his worthless ass up. I don’t think they'll be able to do so. Once you call to my symphony of violence..It's all over for you.
And now.... Now that I"ve won? I get to pick what title I want to go after. It could truly be any one of them. It could be the TV Title. Or I could end Adam Young once and for all.. Show him how terrible he truly is. Running around talking about how he's the goat. How can you be the greatest of all time when you rarely win? This is a guy who lost a match to a man who was in schackles. It was a match that Adam Young should have won easily... But instead..He took a hillbilly deluxe through the anouncers table and lost. How is that man the greatest of all time? I'm pretty sure he's retarded. It could literally be any...save the one that actually matters. And that what gets me. Fucking Seth. Why even have a contendership match at all if you're going to limit the titles one could contend for? Hmm? But I guess I'll just have to destroy his champions as I go.... And it starts at Explosion.
Speaking of Explosion.... Seth just so happened to give Crazy J and myself a match. A tag match at that. A tag match that is opening the card against two other teams who havent won at all. Seth has truly done it again. Does he think J and I are so low that we're an opening act? I've destroyed literally everyone in my path. Crazy J is a two time champion. And we're opening the card?
I've been in this business for a long time. I've been at the bottom....Opening the card....needing to prove myself. And I've been in the main event...Showing the world that Im the best there has ever been. I've never seen booking quite so bad in all my years in this business. I've left a man who has only six losses in his career...a pile of unconscious human body in the ring. I've destroyed literally everyone I've been in the ring with. Im coming off of a big win. And Im relegated to opening the ppv? Hell..Crazy J is a former trios champion. He's a man who held the hardcore title for most of the past year..and he's in the opening match on a pay per view? Im sorry..but that's just not good business. Hell I even understand that this is a stacked pay per view..But sticking Crazy J and myself in a match against this level of competition is an insult. It's an insult to myself. It's an insult to Crazy J..and its an insult to the fans. I may not give two fucks about those idiots who come to these shows but Seth should.and opening a pay per view with a squash tag team match is insulting to them.
This will be a squash. Of that...there is no doubt. Bishop and Preist are barely better than Stalker. And he's a guy who can barely throw a punch. I've been in the ring with them. They're lacking in every area a good fighter needs to be halfway decent in to even be a fighter. They're weak. They're stupid. They lack any semblance of actual skill. It actually pains me to have to face them again. I do not like to beat up on the retarded people of the world, you see. They're like Forrest Gump twins. They've stumbled their way into a profession they have no business being in. It's kind of sad really.
And then there is the big retard fuck face alliance. Two very large men who have nothing else going for them. I've studied them. I've watched the tape. These two fuck sticks are in for a rude awakening if they have thoughts of victory. It'll take more than just being a huge idiot to stop Crazy J and myself.
I know..Talking like this isn't exactly what most of WCF have seen from me. Im usually quite calm. I keep my anger tucked away. I control it until its time to not control it. But I can't right now...Not with everything going on. Not only do I have business issues with Zero Tolerance...Not only do I need to find Jason Cash and his family before its too late....Now I have the owner of a company I could buy right now..Insulting me. Throwing me into an opening match. One that will not test my skill. One that will only end in four men's careers ended. Bishop..Preist. Fat retard alliance....This is not your fault. You aren't good enough to compete with us. You're being forced to. Do I want you to know something. Blame Seth for your career ending injuries. It's his fault. It's all his fault that this is about to happen to you. I cant say that I'm sorry for it and I"m sure Crazy J would say the same. We will not be sorry for what we're going to do to the four of you.....
I woke up in a cold sweat. My head pounded. It wasn’t just a simply headache like I"d been waking up with lately. No. This felt like there was a herd of elephants playing soccer in my head. It made me hate that boring sport even more. The light shining through the windows of my bedroom made me wince with pain. I looked to my right. My beautiful wife slept soundlessly...peacefully. I remembered back when I slept like that. It had been months since I actually got sleep. Drache had ruined it all. It was all his fault. I guess you could say that it was my fault as well. I should have seen it coming. I always did. Was I beginning to slack? Was my success getting the best of me? I didn’t know. I would never know. It was already done. The attacks...The stealing. It was already done and I couldnt change that. What I could do was find a way to keep it from happening again, but how? How would I do that when I didn’t even know where to start?
I'm a man who is used to being in control at all times. I always had been. Nothing happened that I didn’t allow to happen. And I mean nothing. I was more ruthless back then. I didn’t take anything. I didn’t talk. I killed. I didnt try to make deals. I killed. You didn’t sign my paper? You died. Would I have to go back to that? Possibly. I just didn’t know.
I pulled the blankets from my body, feeling the cold of the room overcome me. It was a nice feeling. It was an awakening. My muscles began to breathe with life and I made my way out of the bed. I was just walking to the bathroom when my phone rang. I reached to the dresser and grabbed it. It was Jennifer, my secrectary. "Hello.", I said sleepily. "I hope I didn’t wake you.", Jennifer said. She hadnt. I'd been awake for a while now.
"I was just calling to let you know that you have two gentlemen here waiting for you. I believe they're from Goldman Sachs."
I nodded, thinking she'd hear me and hung up the phone. I stood there at the bathroom door for what seemed like hours. Goldman Sachs? Zero Tolerance provided security for them. This was a security team that was personally trained by myself. They were the best in the business. What would they need with me? Whatever it was, it couldnt be good.
Drach... It all led back to him. All of our troubles led back to that man. My blood began to boil.
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It was around nine am when I made my way to the office. I didn’t feel quite like myself. Something was wrong. Was it the stress? Had the stress of this finally gotten to me? I wasn’t as calm as I was in the more recent past. I'd learned to over come this feeling of just wanting to murder everything in site long ago. It was one thing that actually help make us more successful as a company.
Jennifer noticed the change.
"Your eyes are red. Did you sleep last night?", She asked. I nodded. "I slept great for the first time in a long time", I responded. I lied. I hadnt slept in weeks. She knew it. I could tell as she looked down and to her left. I didn’t like lying to her, but I didn’t want her to worry. I didn’t need her to worry. She had a job to do and she needed to do that job. Hell..One of us had to do our jobs and I was obviously slacking on my end of the deal.
I sighed a big sigh and pushed the red button that would open the large oak doors that led to my office. Inside, waiting on me were two men dressed in black suits. They were both older gentlemen whom Id' met before. The one of the right, the large man with the belly was Michael James. He was a man I dealt with directly. The other was a big shorter and not quite as fat. This man was James Marten. I hadnt had many dealing with him. Michael wasn’t a man I liked to deal with. He had a mouth on him that I wanted to put my foot through.
"Good morning, gentlemen.", I said as I entered. I faked a smile and put out my hand as I walked up to them. Both took the hand and we all sat down.
"Mr. Black. I have to get straight to the point. We are reaching the point where we can no longer do business with you. We're drawing criticism ourselves for even using your services. This has to stop. You have to get things straight before it comes to thing to a head.", Michael said about as straight forward as one could ask. I nodded. I got it. "I understand, Michael. But you should know that those claims are false. I never raped anyone. I would never do that.", I said. He rolled his eyes. He didn’t care if I'd done it or not. He only cared that it was in the news and they were getting flack for it.
"Excuse me? I tell you that I’m innocent and you roll your eyes? YOu're in MY office, Michael. I think that warrants a bit more respect.", I said. My words startled me. I was losing control. It wasnt something I was used to but I liked it. I like the feeling of rage. I liked the power that I felt.
I stood up with a sneer across my face. "Nobody disrespects me in my office, Michael. You..of all people....should understand that.", I said. Michael looked at me as if he'd seen a ghost. His face was stark while. James, who sat beside him, didn’t say a word. That was very smart of him. He wouldn’t be likely to feel the symphony of violence I was always known for.
It shocked me when Michael stood up. He looked as if he would "jump". We both knew what would happen if he decided he wanted to do such a stupid thing. I'd personally trained the security guards he'd hired from Zero Tolerance. He knew what I was capable of. He wasn’t exactly a stupid man. Or was he? I watched as he reached into his coat. Every muscle in my body scream for action. My instincts did as well.
It was over before James Marten could blink. I had managed to snap Michael's neck with very little fight from the man himself. Michael's body laid there at my feet, his mouth agape. His hand was still in his pocket.
I looked over to James Marten, who was smiling. I wasn’t sure why this man would be smiling. I'd just killed the man he'd come here with. It was odd, but I didn’t care at that particular moment.
I walked back to my desk. I was going to call my clean up crew to come and take care of the body, but something stopped me. It was clapping. I looked to James Marten. Not only was he smiling, but he was clapping as well.
"Is Erik Black finally back?"
I wasn’t sure how to answer that. I didn’t even understand the reasoning behind the question. It took me a while to answer. I glanced at Michael's body. James nodded and I finally got it.
"Yea..I'd say I'm back", I said with a sneer. I grabbed my phone and noticed James leaving. I didn’t think much of it for a while. But why would this man want the old me back? The old me was a man who only knew killing. I'd matured past that point. I'd matured into a man who didnt make mistakes...A man who stayed calm in situations where most people wouldn’t. And then it hit me.
"Drache"
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Explosion.. What a fitting end to a terrible career. I'm looking at you Bishop and Priest. I've been in the ring with you two once before. Jaymz and I destroyed you. We embarassed you even more than you embarrass yourselves. It was quite sad if you look at it. It was as If we were beating on retarded people. And while I may be a ruthless man, I am not one to beat up on the defenseless.
Oops..Did I just call the two of you defenseless Oh! I did! And that’s because the two ofyou are fucking defenseless. Back in the day, you two might have been something of note. You may have been tough. But now? Well...Now you two are about as worthless as tits on a bull. You cant fight. You cant wrestle. You literally bring nothing worthy of note to the table. You two just...exist. Your existence annoys me. It gives me headaches. It makes me long for the days long past when I would simply end everything you are in the ring. I would destroy you....Possibly leave you dead. Take your lives. That’s the old me. That the me that you are forcing out with your utter worthlessness.
The two of you couldn’t handle Jaymz and me. What makes you think your'e going to be able to handle Crazy J and myself? You cant. You wont be able to do it. You just dont have it in you. You never truly did. Your days of beating up on men like Adam Young are over. Neither of you actually has a chance. That’s just the way things are. We're better than you have ever been. At Explosion...The two of you will be uttery humiliated.....Destroyed.
That same thing goes for the Big Retard Alliance. The two of you walk around WCF like you own the joint simply because of your size. Do you know what I see? I see two very large men who arent worth a shit in the ring. That’s what I see. I see two men who are very large...but are still extremely weak. Two men who are extremely slow. Two very large men who can barely muster the skill to throw a punch. I also see two men who will fall at Explosion because they're so far out of their league it's not even funny.
I say the two of your are out of your league because it's true. I'm not one to lie about such things. You two are out of your league here. YOu're just two large men with nothing much else to speak up. You're like Amber Lynn with a dick. You're big...I guess you're strong. But there is nothing else of note to speak of. Neither of you are overly skilled. Neither of you can properly throw a punch. Neither of you have the skills to hang with J and myself.
I know..YOu think that your size will get you by. AFterall...I'm only around six feet tall. J is a large man, but I’m the weak link, right? Ha! How wrong your would be in that matter. I'm the most dangerou man in WCF. I've done nothing here but leave unconcious bodies in my wake. The two of you will be no different. I'm a man worth of holding the World Championship. The two of you are barely worth of breathing the same air as the rest of humanity.
I know....I know "But We're big! We're really big! We're the very big alliance"! Yea.....I don’t give a fuck. All I care about is putting my skills to the test. And Neither of you have shown the ability to actually make a man as skilled as myself a challenge. You also don’t appear to be skilled enough to give J a challenge. That man can take more beatings than any one man should be able to take and keep on coming back for more...Until he just ends things.
The four of you have stumbled upon you doom. You should know that. You should UNDERSTAND that. AIf you don’t, I'd suggest you start doing both of those things. I am quite angry at the fact that Seth would put men of the caliber of Crazy J and myself into the opening match of a pay per view card. Not only did he put us in the opener, but he's putting us in a match against opponents we will squash. This will not even be fun because the four of you are so fucking worthless in there. And I'll tell you a secret...... Like the Hulk...I am not a man you want to see angry. I am a man who would kill you as soon as I'd look at you and I'm afraid your chances of keeping that from happening are slim and none... And fellas? Slim ran away like Adrian Archer from a fight. Slim ran the fuck away. That means you have ZERO chance of stopping your ultimate fate. But like I said earlier.... This isnt your fault. It really isnt. Your'e just trying to get by on what little skill you have. Seth dumped you into this match against two men you cant hope to defeat. It's his fault. Have your families blame that man for your deaths.......He signed you up for this... And now J and myself will finish you.....Take that as a warning. Take that as a promise. I don’t really give fuck. See you at Explosion.
Erik Black grinned at the camera. It was as if the Devil himself was smiling into the soul of a victim.
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