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Hostage
Here I am. This place. This home-made prison. Body and soul trapped inside a basement. Chained to a wall. No exit in sight. Darkness. No one is out there. They give me food. But this…This Johnny fella is making Guantanamo look like a vacation destination. The sad part is, I don’t believe his boss…What was his name…Scorpio is fully aware of the abuse that is being dealt to me. He couldn’t. I seen his eyes. He has a soul, unlike Johnny. I don’t know how long I can hold out. I must protect Lindsey, but doing what they ask me would do the opposite. She is head over heels for Matt, and Matt is a Champion. A man to be proud of. But the pain…At times I can’t handle it. I cry at night. Weep to myself till I am exhausted. Wake up. Cry out for hours. Need help. But he wont listen. If it isn’t what they want to hear. My words aren’t listen to I am here for no good reason. Using me to get to Matthew. I guess it’s better then them doing this to Lindsey. I couldn’t imagine Lindsey going through all of this. I can’t imagine myself going through this. The torture is unbearable. The things they are doing to me, makes the violence in Passion of the christ look like a game of paddy cake. I have been beaten from head to toe. Blood still leaks out from my face. Why me? I am innocent. I’m just a father. A family man. The pain in my chest grew stronger as the days went by. I don‘t believe there ever going to release me. I‘ve seen the look in Johnny‘s eyes. He has pain. Almost looks like he has lost EVERYTHING. And he will not hesitate to kill me if it goes that far. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. Physically I have grown used to the pain. But Mentally… I’m starting to break Head rests on the stained futon matters. Stained with my blood. Darkness beyond the one light that hangs high up at the unreachable roof. Blinding white around me, inky blackness beyond. I hear no other. I was alone. I guess that’s a good thing. But it’s also a sick feeling knowing that this place was made for me. I curl up on the floor and weep once more. I went from the father figure of my family, to a old feeble man One thing can keep me alive. One thing, a memory still vivid and bright in my head. I can imagine her smile, the look in her eye when she looked at Matthew, the look of a undying love. I see my daughter, and Matthew happy togther. I picture the hug she gave me as she left with Matthew and the kiss on the cheek. Oh how I would savor another on my bloodied cheek. My memory of her beautiful face, her soft skin is the only thing stopping me killing myself right now. Only thing stopping me from talking He beats me. Every Hour. He wants me to bring him Matthew. Bring him the Championship. All this for a championship? There has to be more to it. A championship isn‘t worth the punishment they are dishing out to me. I can only believe they want Matthew. Hurt. Johnny comes back in, hits me, punches me. My blood spays everywhere. They must wonder how I can make enough to sustain life. But I am pale, weak. Old. I can taste the dried copper of vital fluid still on my cracked lips. I hate this. I hate them But I cannot give in. My daughters safety and happiness means to much. I promise to protect her since the day she was born. That was a Promise I tend to keep. I loved her. And I picture Matthew as my very own son. I just…I just can‘t give them what they want. But how long can I go through this. Head hit’s the cold wall of the basement cage. Tears soak my face. I love my daughter. Her face, her smile. A flickering image of guilt and shame. I love her so much. Still. The day. The days since the last. Again, Johnny walks to my cell. He is unseen. Says those words again. Ready to give in Old man? I spit at the ground. He unlocks the door and punches me. I am on the floor. Nothing from me. He wants cries, begging. He won’t get it. Unsatisfied, he kicks me. Again. Again. Steel boots. Intense pain. Nothing. He leaves. All alone again. I will get out. The madness is creeping up on me, touching me suggestively. The crying has been replaced with manic laughter. All through the night, the laughing never stops. I don’t sleep. I hear voices. Tell me to do something, something terrible. I listen. Agree with them. I walk to the wall. Rest my head against it one last time. I’m ready… And for this I am sorry… 
How can Bobby live with himself? He aided Matt to a victory at Enigma. Which in turn unfolded these events. Caused me and Scorpio to take extreme measures. Causing us to hurt feeble old men. All because of you Azula. If you just stay your course and allowed Matt to pass out from the barbwire, Mr. Morose wouldn’t be cooked up in my basement. You did this Bobby. You have caused this shadow to be caste on the Morose family. These are events…Scratch that…This is a Sin that can never be forgiven Bobby. Now, a lot of you would disagree with me. You would sit there and tell me how much of a deadly stunt this is. Dangerous because of the talent Bobby and Matt have togther? Of course, I would have to ask you if you were joking, because that to me is hilarious. Bobby Azula could never amount to anything on his own. He couldn't survive on his own, and neither could Matt Marvel. So what did they do? The same thing that all weak species on the edge of extinction do. They combined forces, and now have the numbers game card. Let me tell you something guys. So what do I have to say about Bobby that I haven't already made relevant? I'm drawing a blank here. There's only so many ways you can call a worthless piece of shit, a worthless piece of shit. I've proven time and time again that when the chips come down to Bobby and myself, I'm the one that goes home the victor. I let my track record and nothing else speak for Bobby. Face it hack, the facts don't lie. His partner however, I have a few words for. Matt Marvel, wrestling omnipotence in the flesh. Wrestling incompetence incarnate is more like it. You used to be a main player Matt, but this isn't a game of "What have you done for me?". This is a game of "What have you done for me lately?". Short of winning a title that wouldn‘t have been won without Azula, what have you done. I mean, I'll give you credit for winning it, but I damn near had you defeated and I did it without Scorpio. Last time you were Elite Champion you had what, four? Five matches? How many did you win? One? Two? Give me a break. Name one person worth a shit that you've faced other then myself that has meant a damn thing. It's ok, I'll wait.... Got anything yet?... No?... It's alright, I did the research for you. The answer is, that you haven't faced anyone worth a shit when compared to me. Do you want to know the reason Matt? I think you know already, you're just afraid to admit it. The reason you keep getting the shaft week in and week out, is because you have no respect. I don't kiss ass, and I bow to no one. But when my boss walks up to me and asks me to do something, I say "Yes sir." and make sure the shit gets done. Call me a puppet. That's what you call the people who actually follow the rules that the people paying them produce, right? You're wrong though. It's people like you, and Bobby that are puppets. You've become so involved with life outside of wrestling, that you can't live without it. You and Azula are so successful outside of HIW, and you feel it should be the same way here. But now Matt. Now I’ve taken a piece of that good life out side HIW, and now we are all waiting to watch the world tumble donw around you. How do you think Lindsey is going to look at you after she finds out her Daddy has gone MIA and it‘s because of your actions? Both of you may be good fighters, but you're going to need to bring more then that to the table. Scorpio and I are the first wave of the new generation. True students of the sport. We seek nothing more then to restore this great sport to what it once was. And rid HIW or trash like yourself and Azula. You two are the reason that wrestling is looked down upon, and we have come in to eradicate everyone just like you. No one cheers for the hero anymore. Everyone in HIW has talent, and I've beat them all. Tell me again, who's the last person with talent that you beat Azula? It's a selfless feeling that you're to shallow to ever be able to comprehend. Prepare to face the evolution of this company Bobby. Matt already knows what we're capable of, and I know it scares the hell out of him. You'll understand that feeling after Vital Signs -- FIN -- |