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Burning down the Past... I picked up my pace fearing being caught by a glance of an eye nearby. The last thing I wanted is to be fingered out as the man who was at the seen of a crime. And the last thing I wanted to do is to hurt a simple witness to ensure that didn’t happen. The bottle of kerosene, and the matches in my pockets was already a big enough distraction to deal with. The closer to the building I approached the clearer the memory had become. The blood thirsty chants. The blood lusting cheers. The broken bones, the cries of pain, it all came back to me ringing in my head with no remorse. I knew it wasn’t real. It was just my mind playing tricks on me, but then through the silent of the night I heard and echo… I’ll get it, Jimmy! Before I knew it I was on the cold, hard unforgiving concrete—my eyes peeled open in shock. Did someone see me? Who was that? Where did the voice come from? I quickly lifted the bottle of Kerosene, picked myself off the ground, and ran towards the fight club back door, and didn’t turn back. Not even for a second. I squeezed my head through the small door getting an inside look before I walked in, nobody seemed to be here. Fuck, nobody was here! I shouted it out loud, as If I was a mad man of some sort. But hell nobody could hear me! I shouted it again. How crazy was that? To believe someone was here? Nobody would’ve even seen me. Who would be out here at this time of night? I took a deep breath, before untwisting the cap that held this dangerous product within the bottle—A product of mass destruction. My revenge. My high. I walked into the room. It made me sick to my stomach. Flesh it could still be seen on the walls. The smell made my head weak, my stomach battled with the contents I had eaten earlier in the day. A slice of pizza. And now I wouldn’t have eaten in days; I knew it. The chain in which Jacob was bound by laid in a corner attached to the wall. The floor, it was dirty. The floor was the foundation. The foundation of the fight club, and everything that was wrong with it. It was the floor Dr. Chan stood on, while he beat the living shit out of Tails with no remorse. This was the floor Tails slept on; even dogs have beds in the corner of fancy homes. This is where I would start. I dumped the kerosene onto the floor, the dirt mixing with the flammable fluid. The anger flared through me, no matches needed for that. I shouted, I cursed, I mumbled damn near incoherently. It only took me a few seconds before I had covered the entire room with kerosene. With-out thinking, I reached into my jackets pocket, pulling out a match box. I removed the lid, lifted up my foot before rubbing the match against it, setting the tip on fire. The fire soft and calm, ready to do no harm. I stared at it. I saw something. Not the flame or anything of the sort. But instead? I saw the ring. The ring I used to fight in. With it’s little boxed in cage, and the seats that surrounded it… Before I knew it, I had dumped the liquid all over the fight club arena too. Every last inch of the bleachers. Every inch of the ring, this would soon serve as a cage of raging, unforgiving fire. I would burn this fight club down and everything within it. Too man injustices have been fought here… The innocent has always ended up paying. I lit up a second match. This time its flame moved left to right rapidly as if it called to me. Once again I lifted the flame to my eyes, as I watched it sway helplessly back and forth. It knew what was coming. I was going to burn this place to the ground, nothing more than dust and ashes. Nobody would ever return here. Nobody would ever suffer again. This place would never see its light and day, and will never shaft someone in the corner of darkness. I looked at the flame one last time…I smiled. The flames spread quickly, just like I had imagined in my eyes moments before. I didn’t run, nor did I think about any escape plans. I was too amazed in what I had done. I slowly backed away as the flames crept closer to me. I walked back, the whole way I walked back. The dirt, the memories, everything about this place was disappearing before my eyes—the flames suffocating it with no emotion. Before I knew it, I was out side. The entire building was lit on flames, as it spilled through the windows of the fight club. In the back round I could hear police sirens. The word of my action had spread faster than the flames did; the irony. I took one last glance, before turning my back towards the burning fight club. I regretted nothing…every inch I prayed would burn. And in the end? It did to my knowledge. I crept back through the night, and didn’t turn around. However something, something tingled in my spine, sharp and unforgiving. And it wasn’t the cold. 
Tails…You sure do know how to make an entrance, but I for one wasn’t surprise. I knew you would return. But I didn’t think you would return a bigger dick then you left. At King of the Throne, I reached my arm out to you. For the first time in my life I came to you looking for help. I though for a second after everything I did for you, you would have at least returned the favor of helping me up. But you sent me crashing back down I did everything for you. Im the soul reason your even wrestling. And how do you repay me? By stealing a championship I’ve worked my ass off for. You know I told the world next month would be my last month as a professional wrestler. But now it may have to be postponed. Put off until I finally end the Epic Messiah. Shadow Demon, you do not deserve this match with me. For the past three weeks the world has simply gawked at your ploy for attention. Is your shrink too busy with more important matters? Has Mexican Samurai finally realize you’re a leach looking for a free ride? You look back at my time with the East and you see what I had accomplished and it’s made you envious. You see while you had to indulge in lame kidnappings, cryptic videos, and death threats to get over, all I ever had to do is show up to the arena to draw more heat then you. I got all the attention. And unlike you, Shadow Demon? I won world titles. It doesn’t take a crystal ball of a low grade physic to see that my career shining doesn’t sit well with yours which remains in a cold-dark isolated corner. And maybe this is where your hate is all coming from? You see this happening all over again. You’ve set your eyes on the Universal championship a belt you were cheated out of at War Games, and now I am here. You see me as a threat, and hell that’s fine. It’s not hard to see you’re already back peddling on your motives for a safe bet. I mean, we all know the tag-team championship is where your head is really at. That’s what you’ve been after all along…well…since three weeks ago, when you practically handed the title. The truth Shadow there isn’t a person on this roster that doesn’t want to hold the Universal title. Hell you’d be lying if you’d claim you wouldn’t jump like a little bitch name Mexican Samurai if it meant another shot at the Universal Championship. Now sit pretty while I smack you on the snout for rolling in your own shit. That title you currently wield is worth nothing, fool. Over the past few weeks you’ve been running your mouth, making idle threats, and pulling sneak attacks that I could have pulled off much more effectively myself. It seems like you and everyone else here, is not getting the translation? They do not know what exactly they have in-front of their faces. Well they are in for a treat now, aren’t they? The truth is I haven’t even exercised my full potential on a full scale just yet. Bert knows this full well. Shadow Demon, you simply have not been paying enough attention, but don’t worry—your blood will surely make up for it come Sunday. And the truth is, is that I haven’t been giving the opportunity to take the entire world by storm in the West just yet. I mean, I’m a main-eventer. I’m a legend. You can go to any federation in the world look up and down their roster, and never find anyone with the talent I have. What dark corner off the face of the planet did you come from to make any claims otherwise? Imagine being me, and having to wake up to fight guys like you? I didn’t even have the privilege to open up the show, and to set the tone. Instead we get the bathroom piss and pop corn slot on the card. Shadow, you’re holding me back. Fuck, Shadow you’re a damn distraction. I should be decapitating my brother, instead of playing best time wins. That’s all you’ve ever been in this business Shadow, a damn distraction. You aren’t after providing people with ‘’enlightenment’’ unless it’s to blind them from achieving greater things than you have accomplished yourself. Much like you did when you leeched off the balls of Havoc, Shayne Wolf and the rest of the former Asylum, much like you wormed your way into Mexican Samurai’s life. Shadow Demon, that’s all you really are. A link onto someone else. A blood sucking parasite. Shadow… …You’re a fucking maggot under my boot. When I’m done and through with you, you’ll be nothing but a lost man who can’t turn to anything but an empty bottle. And trust me. When the night is all said and done, and I prove to you that you are nothing more that a pale, pathetic, feeble minded man? You’ll need that enlightenment to light up your tomorrow. To turn your whole world of failure into something positive and maybe…just maybe out of it can result in some success. Shadow, you aren’t a savoir. Your distorted look at the world around you, is leading you to nothing more than burning bridges you cannot cross with-out being burnt. Besides this wrestling career what more, if anything do you have? Nothing, Shadow. I too have lost it all, and this is all I have. But Shadow, what I have is secure. I know that every-time I step into the ring, I will deliver. And on my best nights? I simply cannot be beaten. I never stop improving. I’m never on the decline. Fuck, Bert can throw you in my way until I break every bone in your body and render your not only mentally, but physically useless—I will prove my point time after time. There’s always a good side to everything. With that said, it’s hard finding anything good with you. You have all this Goth enlightenment to offer everyone you come in contact, yet you seem to have none yourself. You are lost. You’re the one who needs help finding your way. Allow me to help you. Allow me to pack your bags, and direct you out of my fucking ring this Sunday. Shadow Demon, you aren’t welcome. As much as I feel like just not showing up, and cashing in on a few hours of extra sleep, that is never how I conduct business. SD, I’m not coming to the arena to show you up, or out wrestle you. I will show up for a fight. This thing between us? It’s more than some friendly competition. You’ve questioned my talent, you’ve made your false claims, and you’ve tried way too hard to gain my attention for me to now simply turn around and ignore it. Legacy will not match my fucking storm. Save yourself the embarrassment, cock tits. Your enlightenment will not serve as your umbrella tonight. For every drop of rain my storm brings, it will represent one of your many failures. After time the memories will be too much to handle. You will succumb to my power and fall because of your own weakness. SD the whole world will watch as you will drown face down in your own failure. Shadow, prepare yourself…the impact will follow -- [ FIN ] -- |