Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2014 18:08:21 GMT -5
The reason for everything.
“Hey man, how’s it going?” The medium sized man stretched out his hand, his arms built with muscle and covered in dark hair. His hand interlocked with another’s and there was one solid shake before they broke apart.
The man had a long beard, short buzz cut hair and a strong, sharp expression on his face. This was without a doubt; a very sunken, unwell looking Richard. The hand he had just shaken belonged to a short but well built Japanese man. He had a defined, smooth face. His eyes pierced through Richard.
“How much did you want?”
Richard scratched his head nervously. He looked down at the floor for a second, clearly thinking what to say.
“I was wondering if I could tick a few grams?”
The Japanese man started to laugh, he began reaching in his pocket and Richard wrapped his hand around the handle of his knife that was tucked down the back of his jeans. They stared at one another for a second before the other man pulled his hand out of his pocket and passed Richard three bags still laughing.
“You have 5 days to get me my money, otherwise I’m coming for you”
Richard gulped and took the bags; slowly walking away from the man he slipped the bags into his pocket and left hurriedly.
These thoughts never end.
Richard sat with his head in his hands screaming, all he could see were images inside his head. The thoughts of violence, blood and hospital equipment were all that filled his mind. He could feel his brain throbbing; he could feel every strand of thought and every brain cell screaming for him to just end all this pain.
He dug his finger nails into the top of his scalp and bellowed from his lungs, calling for help as tears streamed down his face. He couldn’t let it win but it so strong and so over powering.
He slipped to his knees and raised one hand from his head; reaching it forward he flopped to the floor, feeling the spikey, sharp strands of the carpet that had dug themselves into his skin. He lay his hand on the floor, his finger tips scrabbling for something to grip on but to no avail, the strands were too short.
He raised his fist up and brought it crashing into the floor. Pain shot up through his knuckles and up to his wrist, he felt a sharp jolt but he raised his fist again, throwing it downward back into the floor. Still more pain but he raised his fist one last time, screaming at the top of his lungs he brought his fist back down and smashing straight into the back of his head. He slumped for a second, begging for it all to stop.
His eyes looked up from the floor, bloodshot and drenched in his own sweat and tears. Richard scrambled forward and opened his cupboard, tearing everything out of it, looking for his box… his little wooden box. His fingers scratched the top of something hard and he locked his fingers around the edge of it. He pulled and used his other hand to take hold of the underneath.
For a second he sat there, letting his thumbs slide across the top. He slowly slid them down and flicked it open. Inside was a small bag full of white powder, a bus pass card and a rolled up dollar bill. Richard popped the top of the bag and poured a pinch out onto the cupboards top surface. He took the bus pass and scrapped the powder into a line before placing the note in his nostril and snorting it up.
The screaming in his head began to fade, the aching was soothed and the violent thoughts began to dissipate. He put the bag back into the box with the note and snapped it shut with a loud click.
Richard slid back on the floor and lay on his back staring at the ceiling as his mind cleared. He thought about his loss on RAW and his promo from last week. His eyes began to burn and his whole body began to tingle. For a second he felt tired but the feeling soon faded into nothing but a buzzing, a loud and excited buzzing.
The perfect spot to talk thing through.
Fear stood in front of his mirror, his blue and red outfit clinging tightly to his skin. He looked through his mask at himself, deciding he looked ok he slid on a jacket and threw up its hood to shadow his appearance. He picked up his video recorder and slipped it into his jacket pocket. He turned and left his apartment.
As he reached the elevator pressed the button outside. He stood there waiting for a few minutes watching the number count down. Finally the elevator opened and he stepped inside. In the corner stood a mother and her child. He pressed the ground floor button and stood there awkwardly.
The woman was clearly becoming uncomfortable and it took FEAR a second to realise why. He was still masked, with his jacket hood up. He began to swing his arms uncomfortable until the young boy in the lift began pointing at him and nudging his mother who was clearly standing in the way of his son to protect him.
“Mummy, why is that man wearing a mask? Is he going to hurt us?”
The mother looked down at her kid with a sharp, stern look and FEAR took a second to think of his reaction. The mother put her finger to her lips and turned to FEAR.
“I’m so sorry sir.”
FEAR laughed and turned to the woman and her young son. He pulled down his hood and looked down at the kid through his mask. They both began to look slightly scared as he knelt down by the kid.
“You don’t recognise me?”
FEAR asked, making sure his crouched position was in no way threatening. The young boy shook his head, the mother followed suit and whispered.
“Are you that man on the news? The one who murders people in elevators?”
Fear laughed and helped his hands up; his fingers stretched open and his palms toward the mother.
“Not quite, I’m actually looking for that man. Have you seen him?”
The two of them widened their eyes and said nothing. Slowly shaking their heads in terrors.
“If I tell you who I am will you keep it a secret? See I wear this mask to keep my identity a secret.”
The young boy gave him an unsure but curious look.
“My name is FEAR, I’m a wrestler and also a little bit of a hero… I’m like the police only I do a better job.”
He stood up and pulled off his mask.
“See, I’m not scary at all. I’m just a normal guy like you champ. You have to keep my identity a secret though, please?”
The young boy nodded and Richard winked before slipping his mask back on and becoming FEAR once more. He pulled his hood back up as watched as the elevator finally hit Zero.
“See you around guys”
Richard slipped out the elevator doors and sprinted off. Making sure to slip down an alley as quickly as possible. He continued to run until he reached a small abandoned kids playground.
Lets talk about an old enemy.
Richard set his video recorder up on a small bench in the middle of the park, there was one streetlight and it was directly behind the camera. This meant that the yellow beam of light only showed a small part of FEAR, his mask was hidden beneath his hood still, causing a dark shadow to appear across his face. He pressed play and moved into position.
He sat, crossed legged in the light. Deep shadows dancing across his body as trees and shrugs in the surrounding area blew in the wind. FEAR placed his hands on his knees and spoke to thin air.
“I was ashamed of myself last week, losing to Blade was something I never expected. Unfortunately he managed to out wit and out play the player. I will not deny that I ran my mouth and didn’t follow through. I apologise for this. I must have not been prepared for Blade’s superior showmanship. Yet I still stand by what I said. He has been managements back pocket since the day he came to Thy. Yet I admit his strength and skill was not what I expected. However that is not what this is about. I am here to talk about another roster member who has recently returned to the federation and not painted himself in the best light yet again.
As I’m sure you know, I am talking of Kurt Orton. Kurt was an orphan, left by his family for god knows what reason. Maybe they knew ahead of time how annoying he would be. Yet he was lucky enough to be adopted by Randy Orton and thus he became a wrestler. He spoke of how he fought for everyone and how he was a face. Yet Kurt has happily put himself above others in the past, those more deserving.
When I used to watch Thy before becoming a roster member, I was always unsure of Kurt’s work ethic. This is a man who prances around the ring and has been part of many news reports in which he has asked for title shots, demanded them or threatened to leave the federation. Kurt is known for having been a prime suspect in many behind the scenes attacks that were not scripted into the show. Often causing havoc and dismay where he goes.
When I eventually joined the federation, I had already marked Kurt for elimination and execution throughout the knight’s storyline. This never happened despite his constant issues with all of us knights. He classed himself a veteran, a man better then all of us. Yet he was nothing of the sort. He went on to be the sole reason for my leaving the fed to go to Japan. I swore when I returned that if I entered the 20x20 squared circle with him that I would not leave until I had taken him down a peg or two.
This is my chance; this is the time I have waited for. This is what I have wanted for so long and here I am Kurt, ready to end you. Ready to shrink your head and show you why you are nothing but a bottom feeder and most certainly why you do not deserve to be a world champion ever again.
In fact let me talk to you about that, see Kendall and me are good friends and we have known each other longer then you’ve been calling Randy daddy. We had spoken of what he did for you, see Alex had spent a long time talking with management about who he wanted to take over as champion. He told them who he was happy to lose too but it was brushed un the carpet as no storyline was felt to fit. Yet there was one idea that was pushed. As Alex was the best in the federation. Management felt that him losing to anyone would only be possible as an upset and so when you beat him and everyone was shocked they knew the first part of their plan was going swimmingly. Yet when you defended you were no match for the wrestler they put you up against. You were not worthy of him and he walked away champion. You bitched, you moaned, you claimed you were everything this fed needed. Yet in the end, you ran.
See I’m here to stop people like you, I’m here to clean up messes. I’m here to purge Thy of all that is causing it ill will.”
FEAR got to his feet and placed his hand on his hood.
“The reign of FEAR is here and my purge has only just begun.”
He threw his hood back and revealed his new mask design and outfit. He raised his hand and pointed at the camera.
“ And Kurt, I’m coming for you first.”
