Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2015 13:06:03 GMT -5
The feeling of hard, ice cold steel crashing into the midrift of my back was perhaps the biggest down turn for the night. Having won over Blade Lavigne, raising my hand in victory only to be jumped and beaten by a jealous, angry fool. I felt the shock of pain through my body, taking me back to only months previously when it had been feet kicking me in the back. The second blow was worse. My left knee falling below me, down to a crouching position before...
Crack.
Into the ring post. My shoulder felt like it had been popped right out of it's socket. Letting out a defiant shout of pain before the onslaught truly began. Now lay there on the concrete. Chair shot after chair shot only worsening my shoulder. As my eyes closed I relived it all, the moments that brought me here and then... More?
"We're the best this federation has! We're the knights of the round table! We are THY WWE!"
The next shot slipped slightly and gave me some restbite. I took the time to try to compose but the memories came flooding back. Was this beating what I needed to know who I was? Or was this just another medical mystery.
"This time is different. We'll be wearing masks."
Wincing slightly as the last blow hit into my back. I wasn't aware of anything but the pain. Both physical and mental.
"We were only here to unite the locker room against a common enemy... What the hell happened to us?"
EMTs were at my side, carrying me away. I had no idea what was going on. My head was exploding.
"Edward, I'm sorry. I should of never got you involved."
Into the back of the arena now, being taken to on site medical assistance. A voice shouting from behind me only threw me off more.
"He's like a masterpiece... The way he flys through the air is just sheer brilliance. If I was to ever become a wrestler, I'd love to do the things he can do."
An arm wrapping around me, holding me a loft slightly. I could barely muster the energy to open my eyes but the words formed in my mouth. He had become more then my hero, he was like a brother to me. "Jonny, please help."
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Doc: "Well, from what I can see on the x-ray, you've got some serious tissue damage under neath the shoulder blade. I think you'll need some time off. At least a month or two, at the very least."
I looked up at the doctor, slightly more together then I was before. I grinned and shook my head. That wasn't good enough.
Richard: "Well, can't do that. This is important."
The doctor let out a small laugh and then leant back on his desk, looking at me as if I was stupid.
Doc: "This isn't something you have much say in Richard. Any issues that you're having at work with the roster is your own issue but your health is more important then some stupid grudge."
I looked at him in disbelief. He had no idea.
Doc: "I can't pass you to fight. If your boss is willing to let you. Then he's stupid but it's your own problem."
Richard: "If it bothers you that much. Don't tune in."
I got up from my chair, my shoulder uncomfortably bruised and sore. I slipped through the old wooden and glass door of the doctor's office. Jonny was sat there watching the news on an old piece of crap tv that was hanging off the wall in the sitting area. He got to his feet and walked over to me.
Jonny: "All clear?"
I looked at him and with no real reasoning as to why I just said.
Richard: "Of course. I can be back in the ring within 2 weeks. Long as I do nothing too over strenuous."
He smiled and lead the way, while a knot in my stomach had begin to form. We soon left the hospital but as I reached the big double doors I spotted Edward, he was just stood there watching. I waved but no response. I had this feeling that something bad was going to happen but I played it off, smiled at him and carried on with Jonny. Off to relax.
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Midnight, 6 days since RAW.
I'm sat here and I'm finally picking through everything I remembered. Fighting the urge to ignore the facts, to be who I am now. Yet all these things, everything I was for good and bad, It was too much to just let it all go. I came to THY for more then just a place to fight, I wasn't here for the gold. I was here to unite the entire locker room against a group of hardcore, bad ass wrestlers. It just never worked out that way.
These memories, they're more then I ever thought they could be. They are who I am. They are my loves and my hate. They belong only to me and no one can break that. I don't want to destroy who I am but this new information, it's important and I can't let it go.
There was a knock at my door and quickly got up and answered the door. It was Edward, he was angry. He stormed in and looked at me. He just looked. I could feel something coming from here, like a pulsating energy. Aggression oozed from his every being.
Edward: "You know don't you?"
I looked at him slightly confused.
Richard: "Well my memories are coming back... if that's what you mean? I think I know who I am again. Which you know, you could be happy about."
He scowled at me.
Edward: "Is that all? You don't remember anything about me?"
I looked down and it hit me. He couldn't be here. He just couldn't. Edward... Anger... the memories came flood back.
Richard: "No... no... not now, not now that I remember all the good stuff as well."
I got closer to him, my best friend. I looked up at the big 7 foot monster and tears ran down my face.
Richard: "You're not real, you're just... just part of this stupid, fucking, head shit. How could I forget that you're dead. That it was my fault. It's why I came back in the first place."
I fall backwards onto the floor and into a seated position. Everything and nothing made sense all at the same time. Fake, Dead, Imaginary, Whatever Edward said nothing.
Richard: "What is happening to me?"
He smiled and leant down towards me.
Edward: "Some people would say guilt, some would say that crack on your head created me, maybe I'm sent by satan or maybe you're absolutely fucking insane."
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"Zaaaaaaak... oh Zaaaaaaaaaaak."
"I have something really important to tell you."
"I Think you're going to like it."
"See, I don't like whiney bitches, who bitch and moan and bitch and moan."
"You think you're better then everybody. Yet... you're... a... coward..."
"When you attacked me, which well done. You actually have some balls."
"You didn't realise though."
"You woke me up Zak, you made that little bit of pure hatred within me simply thrive."
"You've made me whole again"
Nhahahahahaha...
"Do you know what fear is?"
"Some would argue that it is irrantional."
"Others might think it's normal and completely ordinary."
"Well, I got one thing that you should know Zakiboy!"
"The only thing to fear."
"Is fear itself..."
Nahahahaha.
The camera fades into the masked FEAR, head in his hands. Looking down at his feet, empty. He's shaking and uncomfortably uncertain in his actions. Raising his head slightly, a crown of thorns on his head. He raises his right hand and looks at it intently, then his left. He pauses and turns to the camera. He begins to sing to himself slowly.
"Full of broken thoughts,"
"I can not repair,"
"Beneath the stains of time,"
"The feelings disappear,"
"You are someone else,"
"I am still right here,"
"What have I become?"
"My sweetest friend HA!"
"Everyone I know,"
"Goes away,"
"In the end."
"You could have it all."
"My empire of dirt,"
"I will let you down."
"I will make you HURT!"
Nahanhahaha...
((Hey guys, I've come down with this shitty as fuck virus at the moment that is absolutely destroying me, unable to take sick time off work. I'm working and ill like 99 percent of my time so I just threw this together, it was more of a bit of fun then anything else and as Zak couldn't put much together either, I would rather just throw this together and hope we both get a match in the future where we can really give our best. For now, enjoy the mental break down of Richard Black. Promise to be back on form next week. All the best guys)).
Crack.
Into the ring post. My shoulder felt like it had been popped right out of it's socket. Letting out a defiant shout of pain before the onslaught truly began. Now lay there on the concrete. Chair shot after chair shot only worsening my shoulder. As my eyes closed I relived it all, the moments that brought me here and then... More?
"We're the best this federation has! We're the knights of the round table! We are THY WWE!"
The next shot slipped slightly and gave me some restbite. I took the time to try to compose but the memories came flooding back. Was this beating what I needed to know who I was? Or was this just another medical mystery.
"This time is different. We'll be wearing masks."
Wincing slightly as the last blow hit into my back. I wasn't aware of anything but the pain. Both physical and mental.
"We were only here to unite the locker room against a common enemy... What the hell happened to us?"
EMTs were at my side, carrying me away. I had no idea what was going on. My head was exploding.
"Edward, I'm sorry. I should of never got you involved."
Into the back of the arena now, being taken to on site medical assistance. A voice shouting from behind me only threw me off more.
"He's like a masterpiece... The way he flys through the air is just sheer brilliance. If I was to ever become a wrestler, I'd love to do the things he can do."
An arm wrapping around me, holding me a loft slightly. I could barely muster the energy to open my eyes but the words formed in my mouth. He had become more then my hero, he was like a brother to me. "Jonny, please help."
------------------------------------------------
Doc: "Well, from what I can see on the x-ray, you've got some serious tissue damage under neath the shoulder blade. I think you'll need some time off. At least a month or two, at the very least."
I looked up at the doctor, slightly more together then I was before. I grinned and shook my head. That wasn't good enough.
Richard: "Well, can't do that. This is important."
The doctor let out a small laugh and then leant back on his desk, looking at me as if I was stupid.
Doc: "This isn't something you have much say in Richard. Any issues that you're having at work with the roster is your own issue but your health is more important then some stupid grudge."
I looked at him in disbelief. He had no idea.
Doc: "I can't pass you to fight. If your boss is willing to let you. Then he's stupid but it's your own problem."
Richard: "If it bothers you that much. Don't tune in."
I got up from my chair, my shoulder uncomfortably bruised and sore. I slipped through the old wooden and glass door of the doctor's office. Jonny was sat there watching the news on an old piece of crap tv that was hanging off the wall in the sitting area. He got to his feet and walked over to me.
Jonny: "All clear?"
I looked at him and with no real reasoning as to why I just said.
Richard: "Of course. I can be back in the ring within 2 weeks. Long as I do nothing too over strenuous."
He smiled and lead the way, while a knot in my stomach had begin to form. We soon left the hospital but as I reached the big double doors I spotted Edward, he was just stood there watching. I waved but no response. I had this feeling that something bad was going to happen but I played it off, smiled at him and carried on with Jonny. Off to relax.
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Midnight, 6 days since RAW.
I'm sat here and I'm finally picking through everything I remembered. Fighting the urge to ignore the facts, to be who I am now. Yet all these things, everything I was for good and bad, It was too much to just let it all go. I came to THY for more then just a place to fight, I wasn't here for the gold. I was here to unite the entire locker room against a group of hardcore, bad ass wrestlers. It just never worked out that way.
These memories, they're more then I ever thought they could be. They are who I am. They are my loves and my hate. They belong only to me and no one can break that. I don't want to destroy who I am but this new information, it's important and I can't let it go.
There was a knock at my door and quickly got up and answered the door. It was Edward, he was angry. He stormed in and looked at me. He just looked. I could feel something coming from here, like a pulsating energy. Aggression oozed from his every being.
Edward: "You know don't you?"
I looked at him slightly confused.
Richard: "Well my memories are coming back... if that's what you mean? I think I know who I am again. Which you know, you could be happy about."
He scowled at me.
Edward: "Is that all? You don't remember anything about me?"
I looked down and it hit me. He couldn't be here. He just couldn't. Edward... Anger... the memories came flood back.
Richard: "No... no... not now, not now that I remember all the good stuff as well."
I got closer to him, my best friend. I looked up at the big 7 foot monster and tears ran down my face.
Richard: "You're not real, you're just... just part of this stupid, fucking, head shit. How could I forget that you're dead. That it was my fault. It's why I came back in the first place."
I fall backwards onto the floor and into a seated position. Everything and nothing made sense all at the same time. Fake, Dead, Imaginary, Whatever Edward said nothing.
Richard: "What is happening to me?"
He smiled and leant down towards me.
Edward: "Some people would say guilt, some would say that crack on your head created me, maybe I'm sent by satan or maybe you're absolutely fucking insane."
------------------------------------------------------
"Zaaaaaaak... oh Zaaaaaaaaaaak."
"I have something really important to tell you."
"I Think you're going to like it."
"See, I don't like whiney bitches, who bitch and moan and bitch and moan."
"You think you're better then everybody. Yet... you're... a... coward..."
"When you attacked me, which well done. You actually have some balls."
"You didn't realise though."
"You woke me up Zak, you made that little bit of pure hatred within me simply thrive."
"You've made me whole again"
Nhahahahahaha...
"Do you know what fear is?"
"Some would argue that it is irrantional."
"Others might think it's normal and completely ordinary."
"Well, I got one thing that you should know Zakiboy!"
"The only thing to fear."
"Is fear itself..."
Nahahahaha.
The camera fades into the masked FEAR, head in his hands. Looking down at his feet, empty. He's shaking and uncomfortably uncertain in his actions. Raising his head slightly, a crown of thorns on his head. He raises his right hand and looks at it intently, then his left. He pauses and turns to the camera. He begins to sing to himself slowly.
"Full of broken thoughts,"
"I can not repair,"
"Beneath the stains of time,"
"The feelings disappear,"
"You are someone else,"
"I am still right here,"
"What have I become?"
"My sweetest friend HA!"
"Everyone I know,"
"Goes away,"
"In the end."
"You could have it all."
"My empire of dirt,"
"I will let you down."
"I will make you HURT!"
Nahanhahaha...
((Hey guys, I've come down with this shitty as fuck virus at the moment that is absolutely destroying me, unable to take sick time off work. I'm working and ill like 99 percent of my time so I just threw this together, it was more of a bit of fun then anything else and as Zak couldn't put much together either, I would rather just throw this together and hope we both get a match in the future where we can really give our best. For now, enjoy the mental break down of Richard Black. Promise to be back on form next week. All the best guys)).
