Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2014 15:16:13 GMT -5
Images flashed before Richard’s eyes. Thoughts and words striking at him from behind his closed eyelids. He couldn’t make it stop. With each second it was getting worse and worse. He gripped the arms of his chair and leaned forward. Letting out a moan as he lifted one hand to his forehead and dug in his fingernails. The pain seemed to stop the thoughts for a second but they soon resurfaced. He opened his eyes and let out a sigh. Sitting back in his chair he looked around the room. His eyes were itchy, he rubbed them and felt a sharp pain. They were clearly bloodshot.
He got to his feet and walked out of the room, walking down the hallway to the bathroom. He slipped the door open and flicked the light on. Stumbling over to the mirror he looked into it, staring at his own reflection. His reflection began to distort, changing and morphing, his bloodshot eyes grew darker, his hair sprouting out of his head and flowing down past his shoulders. His beard doubled in size. His mouth sagged on either side and as it did Richard took a second to realise who was staring back at him.
“Anger…?”
Richard reached for the cold tap and turned it on, water spurted out of the metallic tap. He filled his cupped hands with water and leant down, splashing water onto his skin. Closing his eyes as it hit him. He looked back up at the mirror and let out a small-relieved sigh. He turned from the mirror out of concern his reflection would change again and walked out of the bathroom, flicking the switch as he went.
He stumbled to his sofa and took a seat, rubbing his eyes again. They were stinging and watering. He put his head back and prayed that the darkness would sooth his headache.
Minutes past before he finally opened his eyes, the watering had stopped and the headache was wearing off. He looked down to his side and saw his mask. He reached for it and stroked his finger against the material. It was tough and rigid but the outer layer was a thin soft cotton or nylon, he wasn’t really sure. He thought back for a second at the past, his eyes flicked up to the picks on the wall. The images of Anger and himself, the first promo shots for the knights. The photograph of the 5 knights raising their titles as one unit, together as one.
FEAR got to his feet and walked over to a small desk near the photos. He crouched down and opened up a draw, pulling out a small black bag. He shut the draw and opened the small bag, pulling out a small baggy full of white powder. He pulled out a coaster from the bag as well and dropped it on the table. He slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, flicking it open he pulled out a credit card before slipping his wallet back in his pocket. He opened the baggy and used his credit card to scoop out some of the white powder. He placed it gently on the coaster and pulled out a small straw from his black bag. He crushed the powder a little more with his credit card and then licked off the remaining speckles of white. The straw went up his nose and he bowed low to the table, snorting the fat line straight through the straw.
He dropped the straw on the side and let his head slip backwards, his eyes closed. He rubbed at his nostrils with the back of his hand as he let out a sharp short gasp. Pain shot up the back of his nose but was quickly numbed by the dental numbing agent that had been added to the cocaine.
He opened his eyes and as he did so he let out a small woop. He spun around and instantly his headache and pain was gone. He picked up his mask and slipped it onto his head. He looked in the mirror, checking that I was on correctly.
He walked over to his dining table and opened his laptop on the table; he opened his webcam recording software and cleared his throat. It took a second for him to compose himself. He pressed the left mouse button and began recording.
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“I’ve been back less then a month, in that time I’ve put several people down and dominated in most of my matches. This has granted me enough build to take on the Thy WWE world champion… however not in a title match, which is a load of bull if you ask me.
See here is the thing; Blade LaVigne has always been Vince’s little rent boy. They have a bond that no one has ever really understood. See Blade has always made this big statement about being treated badly by management; he’s always called himself the underdog. He’s always said that others are better off then him. Yet Blade has always gotten his own way. The only reason he’s champion is because he’s so far up Vince’s ass that the storylines always go in his favour.
Management know that I am the best on the roster, that I am unstoppable in that ring. I am the man who could easily take on anyone on the roster and walk out the winner. Why am I not going into a title match this week? Because no one in management trusts Blade enough to leave the winner and retain his championship. They know that I will win and that there is no other possible outcome.
I helped The Knights become the most unstoppable force in Thy. I held a tag team together even when my partner was too lazy to be at his best. Yet he called himself the king. Yet now look, he’s nothing but a retired idiot and I’m still fighting, I’m still the best wrestler on the roster. I was the reason for The Knights being the most dangerous stable in the history of Thy, so imagine how concerned management would be if I took hold of the World championship from their golden boy. There would be anarchy.
So here is my message to you Blade; Don’t turn up at RAW and if you do, I hope you plan to leave on a stretcher because honestly, the only way you’ll be able to stop me is to have me leave on one myself. Run Blade, run away and blame it on everyone and everything other then your own fear and weaknesses. Just like you always do. You never thought for a single second that the reason it took you this long into your career to win a world championship and yet it is always everyone else’s fault, never your own. No doubt when you finally do lose that championship, you’ll call foul play and blame everyone but yourself, everyone but the one person who could of stopped it… yourself.”
Fear scratched his cheek as his looked toward the camera
“The thing is about you Blade, you aren’t a fighting champ. You’re too scared to put the title on the line unless management force you to. You’re nothing but a paper champion.”
FEAR ended the video and uploaded the video to his Twitter and Facebook. Waiting for the shit storm of comments and articles by the standard wrestling gossip blogs.
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Richard grunted in his sleep, spread on his back. He let out a moan as the sunlight beamed down onto his face. His eyes opened with a snap. He let out a sigh as he looked around his room, trying for a second to understand where he was. He sat bolt upright and rubbed the back of his hand across his nose. Feel a gritty substance he realised how his night had gone. He shook his head at his own stupidity and began getting out of bed. He stood up and looked down at the clock, noticing the time. There was five hours to RAW.
Richard slipped on his jeans and a t-shirt. He went to his wardrobe and pulled out a backpack. He unzipped it and slipped his wrestling gear into it, including his mask.
He slipped out his mobile phone and checked his twitter. The response to his video was crazy. “Richard Black of Thy WWE speaks out about secret Blade and Vince relationship.” He gulped and rewatched his video. He sat down and put his head in his hands concerned about how Vince was going to take this. He put his phone back in his pocket and got ready to head to the arena.
“Shit should I do another line?”
He got to his feet and walked out of the room, walking down the hallway to the bathroom. He slipped the door open and flicked the light on. Stumbling over to the mirror he looked into it, staring at his own reflection. His reflection began to distort, changing and morphing, his bloodshot eyes grew darker, his hair sprouting out of his head and flowing down past his shoulders. His beard doubled in size. His mouth sagged on either side and as it did Richard took a second to realise who was staring back at him.
“Anger…?”
Richard reached for the cold tap and turned it on, water spurted out of the metallic tap. He filled his cupped hands with water and leant down, splashing water onto his skin. Closing his eyes as it hit him. He looked back up at the mirror and let out a small-relieved sigh. He turned from the mirror out of concern his reflection would change again and walked out of the bathroom, flicking the switch as he went.
He stumbled to his sofa and took a seat, rubbing his eyes again. They were stinging and watering. He put his head back and prayed that the darkness would sooth his headache.
Minutes past before he finally opened his eyes, the watering had stopped and the headache was wearing off. He looked down to his side and saw his mask. He reached for it and stroked his finger against the material. It was tough and rigid but the outer layer was a thin soft cotton or nylon, he wasn’t really sure. He thought back for a second at the past, his eyes flicked up to the picks on the wall. The images of Anger and himself, the first promo shots for the knights. The photograph of the 5 knights raising their titles as one unit, together as one.
FEAR got to his feet and walked over to a small desk near the photos. He crouched down and opened up a draw, pulling out a small black bag. He shut the draw and opened the small bag, pulling out a small baggy full of white powder. He pulled out a coaster from the bag as well and dropped it on the table. He slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, flicking it open he pulled out a credit card before slipping his wallet back in his pocket. He opened the baggy and used his credit card to scoop out some of the white powder. He placed it gently on the coaster and pulled out a small straw from his black bag. He crushed the powder a little more with his credit card and then licked off the remaining speckles of white. The straw went up his nose and he bowed low to the table, snorting the fat line straight through the straw.
He dropped the straw on the side and let his head slip backwards, his eyes closed. He rubbed at his nostrils with the back of his hand as he let out a sharp short gasp. Pain shot up the back of his nose but was quickly numbed by the dental numbing agent that had been added to the cocaine.
He opened his eyes and as he did so he let out a small woop. He spun around and instantly his headache and pain was gone. He picked up his mask and slipped it onto his head. He looked in the mirror, checking that I was on correctly.
He walked over to his dining table and opened his laptop on the table; he opened his webcam recording software and cleared his throat. It took a second for him to compose himself. He pressed the left mouse button and began recording.
-
“I’ve been back less then a month, in that time I’ve put several people down and dominated in most of my matches. This has granted me enough build to take on the Thy WWE world champion… however not in a title match, which is a load of bull if you ask me.
See here is the thing; Blade LaVigne has always been Vince’s little rent boy. They have a bond that no one has ever really understood. See Blade has always made this big statement about being treated badly by management; he’s always called himself the underdog. He’s always said that others are better off then him. Yet Blade has always gotten his own way. The only reason he’s champion is because he’s so far up Vince’s ass that the storylines always go in his favour.
Management know that I am the best on the roster, that I am unstoppable in that ring. I am the man who could easily take on anyone on the roster and walk out the winner. Why am I not going into a title match this week? Because no one in management trusts Blade enough to leave the winner and retain his championship. They know that I will win and that there is no other possible outcome.
I helped The Knights become the most unstoppable force in Thy. I held a tag team together even when my partner was too lazy to be at his best. Yet he called himself the king. Yet now look, he’s nothing but a retired idiot and I’m still fighting, I’m still the best wrestler on the roster. I was the reason for The Knights being the most dangerous stable in the history of Thy, so imagine how concerned management would be if I took hold of the World championship from their golden boy. There would be anarchy.
So here is my message to you Blade; Don’t turn up at RAW and if you do, I hope you plan to leave on a stretcher because honestly, the only way you’ll be able to stop me is to have me leave on one myself. Run Blade, run away and blame it on everyone and everything other then your own fear and weaknesses. Just like you always do. You never thought for a single second that the reason it took you this long into your career to win a world championship and yet it is always everyone else’s fault, never your own. No doubt when you finally do lose that championship, you’ll call foul play and blame everyone but yourself, everyone but the one person who could of stopped it… yourself.”
Fear scratched his cheek as his looked toward the camera
“The thing is about you Blade, you aren’t a fighting champ. You’re too scared to put the title on the line unless management force you to. You’re nothing but a paper champion.”
FEAR ended the video and uploaded the video to his Twitter and Facebook. Waiting for the shit storm of comments and articles by the standard wrestling gossip blogs.
-
Richard grunted in his sleep, spread on his back. He let out a moan as the sunlight beamed down onto his face. His eyes opened with a snap. He let out a sigh as he looked around his room, trying for a second to understand where he was. He sat bolt upright and rubbed the back of his hand across his nose. Feel a gritty substance he realised how his night had gone. He shook his head at his own stupidity and began getting out of bed. He stood up and looked down at the clock, noticing the time. There was five hours to RAW.
Richard slipped on his jeans and a t-shirt. He went to his wardrobe and pulled out a backpack. He unzipped it and slipped his wrestling gear into it, including his mask.
He slipped out his mobile phone and checked his twitter. The response to his video was crazy. “Richard Black of Thy WWE speaks out about secret Blade and Vince relationship.” He gulped and rewatched his video. He sat down and put his head in his hands concerned about how Vince was going to take this. He put his phone back in his pocket and got ready to head to the arena.
“Shit should I do another line?”
