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Book XI: Chapter XVI Someone said something about me... Mentioned my name... Made me think... Thoughts... Heh Heh....Thought.... That's what seperates me from them... It's knowing...not thinking... Past? I was in my past... I was a legendary myth... I am in my today....I am still a legend... And I know I have a future... I know this, because I make it so. The fans love me because they see the ability to make it so. Others question that... They question that because of people like you. Face it Heels out there, you love them too... All bad guys do. If it wasn't for them, they wouldn't be bad guys. If there were no fans, there'd be no job. No hurting. No pain. For you. For me. No violence. No anger. No wrestling. For anyone The only difference between me and any of the bad guys though. Actions... and words. Lately I've said too many words. Apparently people need fewer words to understand anything. To see the lines in the road. Wow, how hard is it to speak a line at a time, like some dull drawn out shakespearean play attemptively rewritten. Apparently not that hard if James Caine can do it right? There's a lot of things I can do that the bad guys overlook. Bad guys like Trent Steel. Bad guys like Kaige. Bad guys like Plague. It's not just bad guys that I don't like though. I don't like Draco, or Angel. I don't like Draco because he's an asshole. Who has no clues to what coherent thought is. That doesn't mean I don't respect their ability. I just disrespect their ego's and attitudes. It's funny though... When I look at my words, and thoughts... They are somewhat scattered and disorganized. They're that way for a reason. I can understand them, but those who can't follow it won't get it And that's the way I like my thoughts to be. If people can follow them though, that's fine. They know what I'm doing. But here's a question for those who think they do. Wouldn't I be able to catch on and change my thoughts at any given time? For example. A match. I attack, you know the attack and counter it with ease. You know all my tactics. So you believe. But then I do something not to my style, or tactic. How do you know when I've let you know everything? You know, when I say you know. Don't think I don't see the other side of the blade either. It's clear. Still clean too... But there, and I don't know everything you know... Until you let me know. Some of you have already let me know all that I need to know... To beat you in the ring. To beat anyone I want in the ring.... That's all it takes. Confused yet? That's the way I like it....Keep you on your toes. Hitting you in mid air is fun... But watching all of you fall to myself and Seraph will be so much sweeter. ................................................................................... He took a deep breath, and exhaled it slowly before lighting a cigarette. He then began to speak again. "Greg Jackson...Tony Star...Colton Hurst....Rage...Piter Svoboda.....Xavior Knight..... A gigantic haggis pot of meatloaf, side of runny eggs, and some leftover olive garden noodles peeled off a gumshoe. What else can I say about the overall group of men turned against Seraph and I as well as itself." I watched James speak through the reverse mirror. He sat perched upon a stool with a small pedistal next to him. A smoking cigarette in the ashtray atop it. "Greg Jackson? Apparently he is praised by men like Draco and Angel. But I also hear he has a way of disapearring before matches. Good for him. He's smart enough just to keep out. Tony Star? Well I think Tony might just be smart enough to carpool with poor old Gary. Colton Hurst? Well I hear he's fixing on riding to the ring on a harley, and kicking any ass that moves his direction. Not a good idea, see we just stay out of your way until you get in ours, or we're ready to deal with you." He grabed the cigarette and took another hit, putting it out as he exhaled. Standing then he began to pace around the stool reflections of his shirtless body. "Piter Svoboda.... You beat me once, but you won't do it again. Not this time anyway. This is my bloodbath Piter. Stay home... Don't bother......Xavier Knight? I don't know you, but I did know an Xavier Cage once... he was a prick. I slapped his wife around, blew up his ferrari, lit his coat on fire while he was wearing it, and beat him with a shovel. It was fun. I only have to wonder if I can climb a scaffold with a shovel. You can't stop us Knight. This is our match. e're taking it. It's that easy." He was forgetting someone... I thought between thoughts of how he looked just so.... I placed a hand on the glass, and a shock came to my hand...... I blinked and retracted my hand from the glass.... I peered into the glass at him again, and seen him. He was perched atop the stool like a bird and a pair of transparent red and white wings surrounded him. Do I know the truth? I wondered... "And then we have Rage... Yea, I tried to help your brother....or maybe you... You can't answer because you don't even know. Wow... hello simple mindfuck. You're a gorilla. Ape, ape, OOh,OOh, AAh... Look Banana. Go play with the other apes here like Steel. Oh you want me to talk to you like a man and not the assmonkey you are I'm sure. Fine I will, You don't know who the fuck you are. Your brother was a friend who kinda sorta killed himself...I don't really give two shits. You got something against me because I was his friend, because I was better than him, and because I am better than you. You don't like that fact do you? Get used to it. Because you won't beat me Rage. Whether you like it or not, I have an ally inside your head. I'm sorry, but you've lost as well." Could it really be possible? My mind began working, and I began to think that quite possibly he might know everything I know, and more? I could only question as I watched his grim stare beneath his long black hair. "So come Bloodbath Gentleworms... Prepare yourself for a war. A war that Seraph and I will begin We are not fighting for gold, or for respect...but for the pure bliss of insanity, and violence. We are driven by the purest urges of blood. All that's left right now is too fuck my girl, get a good nights sleep, eat somoe Corn Pops, smoke a pack a cigarettes, lace up my boots, and kick all of your asses. Make yourselves ready boys, it's tea time, and the Hatter's Goin to town." |
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