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No Rain, No Rainbow
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Topic Started: Nov 1 2012, 08:12 PM (158 Views)
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Nightmare
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Nov 1 2012, 08:12 PM
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The Bastard of the Dreadfort.
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It had been a week since warfare stuck New Era, but not the kind of war where the largest gun or the man with the most money became victor. The warfare that came to New Era came in the shape of fist and feet, Nightmare fought Bombtrack to the limits and with all the blood and bone he gave to fight he found victory in the cloud of the crimson dust that bounced off the canvas. Love it or despise the result you could do nothing but admire in a gawking stare at the lengths that Nightmare had gone through to remove his most ignorant thorn. Like a martyr Nightmare sacrifices his life and limbs and with barely an inch of life remaining he pulled out the unbelievable. And through the flames that Bombtrack tried to ever so desperately use to not just win the match, but to send Gavin back to Boston in ashes. Like a child with a grenade it backfired on him; and like the phoenix rises through cinder everyone watches and witnessed not re-birth but the devil he stand in victory as the thousands of tiny cuts leaked his blood onto the ground.
But this isn’t Fear Itself or the hell that New Orleans became last weekend; this is Boston at the end of a hurricane. Outside branches were scattered across sidewalks and into streets while some power lines lay dead due to surges that shot transistors to shit. But were not outside watching the spectacle of the cleanup crews clean up Mother Nature’s PMS fit’ Rather we find ourselves into the basement apartment of Gavin. The smell of stale water and growing mold filled the air as you entered through the door, half of the living room had succumbed to water damage as shattered glass of one of the few windows sits across the ground. But Gavin couldn’t be bothered with such tasks suck as cleaning or calling his super. Gavin was too pre-occupied with empty thoughts; he sat on the couch in the wake of a thousand tiny cuts; under his pants lays the stitched gash he had suffered in his fight with Bombtrack. But most of all Gavin seemed to of found peace, taking the role of the martyr Gavin had sacrificed himself to defeat Bombtrack and he made sure that Bombtrack and most importantly the man that he is never thinks twice of trying to cross him over. As he sat there in silence with only the howling gust of the hurricane’s remains blowing outside he can’t help but sit up and make his way to the kitchen area of his living room, pouring himself a glass of water but before taking a sip he begins to speak.
“Any normal man would look at the events of last week and tremble under the disgust of the scene that was left in that ring. An ending truly made for color television the mere image of blood sent shivers down the spines of the weak willed and squeamish.”
Gavin chuckles as sips from the glass of water.
“A normal man would see any form of competition after the amount of pain and punishment he ha gone through to be a disadvantage to his body. Beaten and bruised and still recovering they would cower and beg to be given more time to recover, begging to be given more time to prepare the wounds and lesions that lay on his body.”
“But I am no normal man as I proved to the doubters and the non-believers last weekend.”
Taking yet another sip Gavin stands there, staring off into the emptiness that has become of his water destroyed apartment.
“This weekend I am set to face off a former World Champion of his own right, a man whom I have battled with once before. Randal I heard your words you had for me and I couldn’t help but chuckle at the tone in your delivery of just everything you spoke of was just laughable. You talk like a man who has nothing to lose, but to be quite honest Randal your whole idea of how this match is going to go is just well for lack of better words pure and honest fantasy.”
“You speak of events from over a year ago, you speak of events of a time where I wasn’t who I wanted to be. I wasn’t the man I knew I could have been and it took me a year to discover the monster that was lurking inside the gallows of my heart.”
Gavin places the glass down, but doesn’t say a word as he continues to stand in the silence of the darkness he had grown accustomed too. There were no rainbows in his sights, no chirping birds of brighter days to look too. Gavin just stood there and all he could see was darkness; all he could taste was darkness and hatred.
“Randal what you have seen isn’t half of what it’s like to be in this ring with me, ask any single fucking person who had stepped toe to toe with me in the last four months and ask them what it feels like to stare the devil in the eyes. No one remains the same when were done, and you will be just like the others who have fought, tried, and failed to take the heart of the monster that I have become. My win over Bombtrack at Fear Itself was just the beginning of my movement Randal, my victory wasn’t just a win for me, it solidified that the hell that I have been talking of is real and it’s here.”
“So please continue to talk your shit ad make jokes about my appearance and emotional state of mind because your cheap tricks will not sway the ways I am going to hurt you. Randal just head my words and take notice that when our match is over; your not going to be the same as you were going into this contest because I’ve learned that I don’t need to break you to hurt you, if I break the thumb the whole hand will hurt and when I break your sprit you will feel no comfort, no hope or promise of better days ahead.”
As Gavin slightly moves his hands off the counter he taps the glass, sending it shattering to ground as the glass and water blend into one turning the floor into a splintered mess.
“I am taking you to a world of black skies and decay Randal, I am going to show you how much it hurts to become a crashing failure like you are slowly becoming.”
On those words we watch Gavin takes a step forward, the glass crunching under the sole of his shoe as he walks across the room and exits his apartment, the frame of the screen slowly fading to black a moment later.
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