Post by Rumpke on Mar 26, 2017 16:15:30 GMT -5
March 18th 2003 continued..
The scene comes too with a gruesome sight. Both Aj Red and Rumpke's face are covered in blood. Each and every body part on both of these men have blood splattered all over. There isn't a place untouched and these fighters both lay broken on a concrete floor located inbetween the mob of SFT fans as they observe a brutal battle between champion and challenger. After an hour and half of devestating combat. These two men have endured a battle that will in one way or another change their lives. My younger self is out of steam, he's been taken to his limit yet at the same time, he lays there trying to gather his wits while he knows Aj does the same. People are heard yelling holy shit. The Strike tron reveals Aj hitting Rumpke on the side of his face with a baseball bat covered in razor wire. Aj pulls the razor wire bat up and down cutting the face deeply as the young Rumpke grabs the bat before delivering a low blow that bends Aj over. I see this moment as clear as ever as I rip the razor wired bat out of my face. It tore at my flesh with no regard. The nerves were cut so clean, so effortlessly that I never felt it. The only thing I felt was the lightheadedness from the loss of blood and I knew that soon, I was going to crash but before I did, I grabbed the razor wire with my hands and forced it into Aj's face. While that sinister wire shredded my hands, I rubbed it in his face with defiant nature. The moment was in slow motion and I could sense each and every cell in his face being sliced as well as my own. A razor in that wire, caught a critical nerve in one of my hands and I was briefly forced to let go but as I tried to pull away, it cut deeper, the harder I pulled away, the deeper the cut became. Before I know it, Aj found a second wind and head butted me with the razorwire bat stuck in his head. His face and my own were attached at that moment in time. We both snarled at each other as we pushed off each other to get free. Once free we both went crashing to the ground....
While I must have layed there for a mere 30 seconds or so, It seemed like hours and that moment in time gave me a feeling where I could vaguely relate to those that once talked about surviving shark attacks or tornados. Both devestating events on one's psyche and brutal to the body.. The next thing I remembered in that time was an arm stretched over my chest and in my mind. I heard the one count happen yet weakness had flooded this body of mine and I was not capable of reacting.. The two count hit as everyone watched on and I took a deep breath trying to get some oxygen flowing too my nearly unconcious brain. My halfwitt eyes watched the refs hand go up a third time and I wanted too respond but my body would not allow it, instead I laid there a bloody mess and lost the groundbreaking match that evening.. I continued to lay on the cold and hard concrete as my vision faded too black..
After much time, I came too, waking up in a hospital bed. Angry at myself for being weak enough to not break the three count.. How could I work so hard, come so close and yet be so far? My walk in this life was certainly laid out too be incomplete and I knew that I had to get out of this bed and push on. My spirit while broken, would mend and be even stronger than it was at that time. With more broken bones and loss blood, I would become the fighter that I respect. With these scars that I pile on my body, I would become the fighter that reflects my soul.. And as I laid there in the dark room of the hospital, I heard a sound, that of a hissing serpent. Those eyes of mine, looked around yet seen nothing. The dripping of the "IV" felt and rang louder and louder until I heard a deep voice tell me.
"That was quite the battle you gave.. With some guidance, you could be a force to be reckoned with. Your iron will mixed with some tutlage would surely bring out the best in you.."
I wanted to chalk the voice up to the powerful painkiller given to me but I sat there and looked at a rather tall and pale man walk out from the shadows. He looked down at me with a half cocked smile. "Who are you, what do you want?" is what I asked him. He replied "I'm a fan of your relentless quest to be a warrior and while your journey isn't complete, I can help you get there.."
"How?" I asked him.
"You've got an unbelievable fight in you Derek, all's you need is some guidance, a voice that will channel your unrelenting fight. One that will challenge you around every corner. A challenge that will always keep you adjusting and one that will never let you relax. You want to be like those of old times? Do you want to have the fight that those you have read about throughout history? No one has studied their ways as closley as I have boy.."
"Boy?" I defiantly ask him.. "I dont care how big you are.. I'll get up off this bed, sedated and put a fist to your mouth." The large man smiles at me and then he replies "I know that you mean that, after careful study on my part, I know what you are and exactly what you're capable of. In this mind of mine, I know your strengths, and weaknesses. It is I that can help you get to the next level and beyond. You want to be like your idols? Let me manage you.."
There has been no one in my life that has wanted to help me get where I was. Never before this night has someone cared enough to reach out to me in such a way and the thought of this weakened my senses as I said " Sounds like a plan, I'll give it a go and we can see what happens; Ok?"
The large man smiles at me as he nods before saying " In order to make things official, I need a signature from you. A signature that shows me of your undying commitment to our cause. The requirements are not for the weak.."
I nod to the man as I say " Consider it done, what do I have to do?"
I watch him as he reaches behind his body and pulls out a vial. The liquid inside the crystal clear yet rigid bottle is black yet has a redish appeal too it. I accept the vial before he hands me a piece of ragety parchment with an old fashioned quill. He looks at my with a smile as he says " You must mix your blood with that ink, and then; I will know that you are serious about this commitment. Then and only then can we do business.."
Without a moment of thought I agree, and rip out the IV feeding my vein. There isnt enough blood coming out to mix with the ink but in convienence the man hands me a rather sharp knife. I nod at him just before I place the blade in my hand and slice open a gash in my hand. Once the knife leaves my skin, I squeeze tightly and milk the smooth red blood into the vial. I look onto the mysterious man as I mix my blood with the ink in the vial. He nods at me as I pull the quill out and sign my name on the dotted line. I hand the man the old fashioned contract and just as quick as he came, he was gone, leaving me wonder if I imagined the whole venture.. Nether the less though, it was time to get to sleep. I've lost alot of blood and the intense pain medicine was pulling me down to the darkness...
Good Night!
The Venom of the snake, is as painful as a thousand knives..