Post by TheMythKilla on Apr 26, 2018 0:39:04 GMT -5
The days have turned into nights with alarming frequency. It seems as if every day in this cellar runs together. How the fuck long has my attendance been required in this dilapidated glorified dungeon at the behest of this cult leader.
He has not spoken a single word to me since he put me down here. The fact that she is here has led me to this place. All of his minions have told me my new name is Apostle. To the rest of the world Hunter Valentyne will fucking work.
The rats and the vermin are crawling around looking for the food that I am more that happy to provide. They have become friends to me in a way, not the kind that are always asking for shit, the kind that share my existence. Maybe part of me is wondering what in the fuck this guy wants.
The man walks into the room with a kind smile. The fake ass kind of smile that a car salesman or a military recruiter has. His intentions have let me know he is completely full of shit. The one thing that keeps me from crushing his windpipe is the knowledge she believes his every word.
“Good morning, Apostle. I trust your time down here has been pleasant.”
It had been so long since my eyes had experienced the sun that they were sensitive. My left arm instinctively went up to cover my face, but that was about as effective as an Odin Balfour promo. Not at fucking all.
“Not really. But you are not interested in my comfort or else I would not be here. You won and I lost. She went with you and not me. What the fuck do you want from me.”
Apostle, you are free to go at any time. There are no shackles on you, well at least not physical ones. There is no lock on this door. That being said, you will not leave.”
The son of a bitch is very right. He knows my weakness and is exploiting that weakness because he beat me.
“Not even you are stupid enough to harm her. You know exactly the fucking shit I am capable of. Not the WCF full of piss and wind, but the real deal. You also know that WCF is like any other wrestling company. They can't handle me without shackles on me.”
The smiling man spent many minutes dealing with the police. The entire encounter happened several feet from me. It was sickening to hear his air of superiority in his tone.
“My goal is to liberate you. My goal is to call these poor souls to repentance. Unfortunately words alone will not suffice. A baptism by fire will surely be necessary. These poor souls will be sent through the refiner's fire. Only two things happen with that type of heat. It will either make a soul strong and useful like this blade in my hand. Or the immense heat with crumple it to dust. Some will live while others will fall. Ehhh. You can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs.
“Let me make sure I understand you correctly. You have control of her completely. So it will be futile to rescue her. So you want me to test the mettle of someone. You do not realize I do not care about those people. If they live or die, it does not matter.”
“You were once the most controversial figure to ever step into a wrestling ring. You will be again, Apostle. You are going to become the man you were ten years ago with zero restraints.”
This guy has lost his fucking mind. There is no way in hell. That man was one of the most horrible human beings to ever walk the planet. He is asking for a total decimation the do not even know is coming. No wrestling company on earth can handle Hunter Valentyne with zero restraints. But then that is the point, right?
“Apostle, it is Sister Danielle that worries me. Her safety is very important for the cause. If something were to happen to her it could lead to total anarchy between the authorities and the cause.”
“You really think completely annihilating a wrestling company will be helpful?”
“The authorities have a way of injuring and killing people in the name of righteousness. It is not the cause you need worry about. It is the people who feel their justifications make them righteous. When in reality, their ignorance will be punished in due time.”
The man walks out of the dungeon to allow me to ponder this message. 2009 Hunter Valentyne? They have no idea what is in store. But they soon will.
He has not spoken a single word to me since he put me down here. The fact that she is here has led me to this place. All of his minions have told me my new name is Apostle. To the rest of the world Hunter Valentyne will fucking work.
The rats and the vermin are crawling around looking for the food that I am more that happy to provide. They have become friends to me in a way, not the kind that are always asking for shit, the kind that share my existence. Maybe part of me is wondering what in the fuck this guy wants.
The man walks into the room with a kind smile. The fake ass kind of smile that a car salesman or a military recruiter has. His intentions have let me know he is completely full of shit. The one thing that keeps me from crushing his windpipe is the knowledge she believes his every word.
“Good morning, Apostle. I trust your time down here has been pleasant.”
It had been so long since my eyes had experienced the sun that they were sensitive. My left arm instinctively went up to cover my face, but that was about as effective as an Odin Balfour promo. Not at fucking all.
“Not really. But you are not interested in my comfort or else I would not be here. You won and I lost. She went with you and not me. What the fuck do you want from me.”
Apostle, you are free to go at any time. There are no shackles on you, well at least not physical ones. There is no lock on this door. That being said, you will not leave.”
The son of a bitch is very right. He knows my weakness and is exploiting that weakness because he beat me.
“Not even you are stupid enough to harm her. You know exactly the fucking shit I am capable of. Not the WCF full of piss and wind, but the real deal. You also know that WCF is like any other wrestling company. They can't handle me without shackles on me.”
The smiling man spent many minutes dealing with the police. The entire encounter happened several feet from me. It was sickening to hear his air of superiority in his tone.
“My goal is to liberate you. My goal is to call these poor souls to repentance. Unfortunately words alone will not suffice. A baptism by fire will surely be necessary. These poor souls will be sent through the refiner's fire. Only two things happen with that type of heat. It will either make a soul strong and useful like this blade in my hand. Or the immense heat with crumple it to dust. Some will live while others will fall. Ehhh. You can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs.
“Let me make sure I understand you correctly. You have control of her completely. So it will be futile to rescue her. So you want me to test the mettle of someone. You do not realize I do not care about those people. If they live or die, it does not matter.”
“You were once the most controversial figure to ever step into a wrestling ring. You will be again, Apostle. You are going to become the man you were ten years ago with zero restraints.”
This guy has lost his fucking mind. There is no way in hell. That man was one of the most horrible human beings to ever walk the planet. He is asking for a total decimation the do not even know is coming. No wrestling company on earth can handle Hunter Valentyne with zero restraints. But then that is the point, right?
“Apostle, it is Sister Danielle that worries me. Her safety is very important for the cause. If something were to happen to her it could lead to total anarchy between the authorities and the cause.”
“You really think completely annihilating a wrestling company will be helpful?”
“The authorities have a way of injuring and killing people in the name of righteousness. It is not the cause you need worry about. It is the people who feel their justifications make them righteous. When in reality, their ignorance will be punished in due time.”
The man walks out of the dungeon to allow me to ponder this message. 2009 Hunter Valentyne? They have no idea what is in store. But they soon will.
