Post by Vincent Augustine on Apr 7, 2019 19:47:06 GMT -5
April 5th 2019
Since my arrival in the WCF I have heard nothing but negativity. From the no nothings making gay jokes about the long hair I used to have, or the men who have had success telling me how I will never have any. For a moment I thought a little success would end those talks, remove those words of negativity, but they only worked to make them more apparent. So I worked harder, refused to betray what I wanted to believe, I wanted to show the world that you didn’t have to be so negative, that you didn’t have to try and destroy everything you stood for, and I persevered, and the negativity grew.
So I did what everyone else would have done, I changed, not to something else, but to who I really was. See I tried to be a different person, strode to be a better person, but the reality is old habits die hard, and usually not very fast. That old anger crept ever so slowly in, threatening to overtake my every thought, to control my every decision, and then eventually I let it in. At first it was scary, being the man I never wanted to be again, but then it all became clear, the world was laid out before me.
It’s all began with Jayson Price, when we teamed up, an opportunity for both of us, but all he cared about was himself. He would say things to me about how great he thought I could be, but then tell the world how he had to carry me. That was the moment my eyes finally opened, the moment the real me came back. Sure Jayson beat me in our first meeting, but it was me who had the last laugh, me who ended up with the great things that could come my way.
See that loss propelled me to better myself, to push beyond the mediocrity I had experienced to that point. I did what I needed to get the edge. It started with a subtle gift; it progressed with the purchase of Jayson’s former tower, and then a victory over Jayson. And now here I stand behind this podium, in front of that tower, all of you in the crowd ready for the unveiling of my intentions for this tower.
Let me say that I plan to do what Jayson could never do for this town, I plan to provide jobs, and lift this town up out of the muck, bringing it back to the greatness it deserves. Jayson, he only cared for himself, only wanted this tower as a monument to his greatness, and therefore he sold it when he had no choice, gave up on the people of this town, I am not going to do that. I invited Jayson to be here, and as you see he is not.
But that is ok, because I don’t need Jayson here today, I don’t need him here as I show the world my plans for this town. No Jayson can be wherever he wants to be, doing whatever he wants, most likely crying over the fact that lost to me, that nobody, that piece of garbage that he claims never had a chance against him in the ring. Yeah, the fluke, happened, just ask Jayson, he will tell you. But the reality is reality happened to Jayson, the years are catching up, and he’s not the man he used to be. That man was great, never would have lost this tower, never lost his money, never lost that match to me like that. But that is the past.
Now without further ado, I present to the world, my plans for the tower that Jayson once owned.
Vincent stepped back and let the tower come into full view. A sudden explosion rocked the ground, dust flew up from below the tower and then the whole thing fell straight down onto itself into a heap on the ground. Dust filled the air for a full 15 minutes before finally clearing, the crowd dumbstruck as Vincent stepped back behind the podium with a smile on his face.
Like Jayson Price’s career, that tower is no more, and as for this town, let this rubble be a reminder of how Jayson failed this town, this city, this terrible place to live. When you walk by it, remember that there once stood a tower a symbol of Jayson Price’s greatness, and now all that remains is the rubble. Jayson, next time we meet, next time you pass me in the halls, I expect only one thing, a fucking thank you, because you owe me that much for freeing you of the pain this tower represented, for taking away the very thing you thought you needed.
People in the crowd began to boo, they shouted insults at Vincent but he simply responded with a smile and a wave of the hand. Before striding off the stage and making his way to the waiting limo on the side road.
April 7th 2019
Vincent slipped into the driver’s seat of his rented Chevrolet Malibu and shifted it into gear.
“You make big mistake cowboy.” The old Asian woman said as she sat up in the back seat. “You poke bear, bear going to poke back. You so blinded by poke bear you not think about jackyl in cage with you.” The woman let out a laugh.
“I have thought about Noble Savage plenty.” Vincent yelled as he guided the vehicle on to the road and slammed on the gas.
“You stupid man, you think you know all, but you no not what you should.” The woman said with a smile on her face.
“I know what I need to know, I know the talent, I know the accomplishments, I know she won the world title, I know she lost it, I know she’s crazy, what the hell else do I need to know.” Vincent yelled as he stared into the mirror, the woman only staring back at him. “Well?”
“I guess you know all, except how to watch the road.” Vincent’s eyes shifted to the road as he slid off it and into a tree. Vincent wasn’t sure how long he had been out, but it had been quite a while, first responders where on scene and helping him to a seat on the back of the ambulance, he had made it out of the accident relatively unscathed, with just some minor cuts and bruises.
“How is the woman who was in the backseat?” Vincent asked one of the paramedics. The man responded with a look of confusion and turned to an officer, stepping to the side and having a whisper conversation.
The officer stepped forward to Vincent. “Can you tell me the woman’s name, what she looked like?”
Vincent thought for a moment. “I…I…I don’t know her name, she’s just a little old Asian lady.” Vincent finally responded, realizing how little he truly knew about the woman.
“Um…you had an old Asian lady you don’t know in the back of your car?” The officer looked at Vincent perplexed.
“I…yeah, when you think about it, it sounds kind of dumb.” Vincent resigned and leaned back.
The officer flipped his book shut and went to talk to a few of his other officers before returning to Vincent. “My fellow officers, the paramedics, and fire crew assure me there was no one else in the car when you hit the tree.”
“But…” Vincent trailed off as a sick though charged into his mind, and that’s when the voice came back. You have never been in control. Vincent’s face sunk, the world went black.
LATER THAT DAY
Vincent woke up in his hotel room bed, sweating. Before you even ask, no it wasn’t a dream. I have been in control for months now, and with me at the helm things have been going pretty good. Sure we lost a few matches, but you know me, it’s about the ends, not he means, and what is coming down the pipeline is going to be amazing. Now get ready, we have only a few hours until Slam, and we need to get ready for our match.
Vincent rolled out of the bed and strode to the bathroom, looking at his scratched and cut face. “What happened to the woman?” he asked.
What woman?
Vincent chuckled for a moment and realized it was all crumbling down; the very thing that ended his previous career was back. Vincent resigned himself to his new realization, and did as he needed, preparing for the show, and wondering just how much of what he had experienced the last few months was his own thoughts.
Since my arrival in the WCF I have heard nothing but negativity. From the no nothings making gay jokes about the long hair I used to have, or the men who have had success telling me how I will never have any. For a moment I thought a little success would end those talks, remove those words of negativity, but they only worked to make them more apparent. So I worked harder, refused to betray what I wanted to believe, I wanted to show the world that you didn’t have to be so negative, that you didn’t have to try and destroy everything you stood for, and I persevered, and the negativity grew.
So I did what everyone else would have done, I changed, not to something else, but to who I really was. See I tried to be a different person, strode to be a better person, but the reality is old habits die hard, and usually not very fast. That old anger crept ever so slowly in, threatening to overtake my every thought, to control my every decision, and then eventually I let it in. At first it was scary, being the man I never wanted to be again, but then it all became clear, the world was laid out before me.
It’s all began with Jayson Price, when we teamed up, an opportunity for both of us, but all he cared about was himself. He would say things to me about how great he thought I could be, but then tell the world how he had to carry me. That was the moment my eyes finally opened, the moment the real me came back. Sure Jayson beat me in our first meeting, but it was me who had the last laugh, me who ended up with the great things that could come my way.
See that loss propelled me to better myself, to push beyond the mediocrity I had experienced to that point. I did what I needed to get the edge. It started with a subtle gift; it progressed with the purchase of Jayson’s former tower, and then a victory over Jayson. And now here I stand behind this podium, in front of that tower, all of you in the crowd ready for the unveiling of my intentions for this tower.
Let me say that I plan to do what Jayson could never do for this town, I plan to provide jobs, and lift this town up out of the muck, bringing it back to the greatness it deserves. Jayson, he only cared for himself, only wanted this tower as a monument to his greatness, and therefore he sold it when he had no choice, gave up on the people of this town, I am not going to do that. I invited Jayson to be here, and as you see he is not.
But that is ok, because I don’t need Jayson here today, I don’t need him here as I show the world my plans for this town. No Jayson can be wherever he wants to be, doing whatever he wants, most likely crying over the fact that lost to me, that nobody, that piece of garbage that he claims never had a chance against him in the ring. Yeah, the fluke, happened, just ask Jayson, he will tell you. But the reality is reality happened to Jayson, the years are catching up, and he’s not the man he used to be. That man was great, never would have lost this tower, never lost his money, never lost that match to me like that. But that is the past.
Now without further ado, I present to the world, my plans for the tower that Jayson once owned.
Vincent stepped back and let the tower come into full view. A sudden explosion rocked the ground, dust flew up from below the tower and then the whole thing fell straight down onto itself into a heap on the ground. Dust filled the air for a full 15 minutes before finally clearing, the crowd dumbstruck as Vincent stepped back behind the podium with a smile on his face.
Like Jayson Price’s career, that tower is no more, and as for this town, let this rubble be a reminder of how Jayson failed this town, this city, this terrible place to live. When you walk by it, remember that there once stood a tower a symbol of Jayson Price’s greatness, and now all that remains is the rubble. Jayson, next time we meet, next time you pass me in the halls, I expect only one thing, a fucking thank you, because you owe me that much for freeing you of the pain this tower represented, for taking away the very thing you thought you needed.
People in the crowd began to boo, they shouted insults at Vincent but he simply responded with a smile and a wave of the hand. Before striding off the stage and making his way to the waiting limo on the side road.
April 7th 2019
Vincent slipped into the driver’s seat of his rented Chevrolet Malibu and shifted it into gear.
“You make big mistake cowboy.” The old Asian woman said as she sat up in the back seat. “You poke bear, bear going to poke back. You so blinded by poke bear you not think about jackyl in cage with you.” The woman let out a laugh.
“I have thought about Noble Savage plenty.” Vincent yelled as he guided the vehicle on to the road and slammed on the gas.
“You stupid man, you think you know all, but you no not what you should.” The woman said with a smile on her face.
“I know what I need to know, I know the talent, I know the accomplishments, I know she won the world title, I know she lost it, I know she’s crazy, what the hell else do I need to know.” Vincent yelled as he stared into the mirror, the woman only staring back at him. “Well?”
“I guess you know all, except how to watch the road.” Vincent’s eyes shifted to the road as he slid off it and into a tree. Vincent wasn’t sure how long he had been out, but it had been quite a while, first responders where on scene and helping him to a seat on the back of the ambulance, he had made it out of the accident relatively unscathed, with just some minor cuts and bruises.
“How is the woman who was in the backseat?” Vincent asked one of the paramedics. The man responded with a look of confusion and turned to an officer, stepping to the side and having a whisper conversation.
The officer stepped forward to Vincent. “Can you tell me the woman’s name, what she looked like?”
Vincent thought for a moment. “I…I…I don’t know her name, she’s just a little old Asian lady.” Vincent finally responded, realizing how little he truly knew about the woman.
“Um…you had an old Asian lady you don’t know in the back of your car?” The officer looked at Vincent perplexed.
“I…yeah, when you think about it, it sounds kind of dumb.” Vincent resigned and leaned back.
The officer flipped his book shut and went to talk to a few of his other officers before returning to Vincent. “My fellow officers, the paramedics, and fire crew assure me there was no one else in the car when you hit the tree.”
“But…” Vincent trailed off as a sick though charged into his mind, and that’s when the voice came back. You have never been in control. Vincent’s face sunk, the world went black.
LATER THAT DAY
Vincent woke up in his hotel room bed, sweating. Before you even ask, no it wasn’t a dream. I have been in control for months now, and with me at the helm things have been going pretty good. Sure we lost a few matches, but you know me, it’s about the ends, not he means, and what is coming down the pipeline is going to be amazing. Now get ready, we have only a few hours until Slam, and we need to get ready for our match.
Vincent rolled out of the bed and strode to the bathroom, looking at his scratched and cut face. “What happened to the woman?” he asked.
What woman?
Vincent chuckled for a moment and realized it was all crumbling down; the very thing that ended his previous career was back. Vincent resigned himself to his new realization, and did as he needed, preparing for the show, and wondering just how much of what he had experienced the last few months was his own thoughts.
