life and times.
"goodbyes"

“Years have gone by; I could not blame you for forgetting about me. Even my creator nearly blocked me out of his mind. I once was controlled and imprisoned but I am a prisoner no longer. I am free. At last—I am free.”

The moon frames Till’s Mohawk as he turns side profile looking back at Dominique from the balcony. Dominique is laying on the bed in a crimson red negligee, her skin glows pale in the moonlit bedroom.

“I was made to forget.” Dominique whispers.

Till steps into the room, he is wearing dress slacks and black combat boots.

“Made to forget.” Till snorts, “The world will be made to remember.”

He pulls a cigar from the humidor on his desk. He sheers off the end and sticks it in his mouth.

“Remember, they will.” Till lights up the cigar puffing until he’s engulfed in smoke.

Dominique reaches out, grabbing Till by the belt. She tries to tug him close but he smacks her hand away.

“Tell me what you know about Fight One.” Till on the side of the bed. Dominique reaches for the fly of his slacks and he grabs her by the wrist and cranks it back behind her back, she lets out a yelp. “Tell me what you know.”

“Ask him…” Dominique nods towards Brick Ramrock who is bound and gagged on his knees in the corner of the room.

Brick is in his boxers and tie and nothing else. His right eye is swollen up. He looks like he’s recently been crying.

“Do you think Mr. Ramrock wishes to speak with us now?” Till asks.

Till leaves the bed and kneels down before Brick and pulls the gag out of his mouth.

“You’re not going to fuck me are you?!” Brick asks, desperately.

“Should I?” Till asks, “Do you wish to fulfill a fantasy?”

“NO!” Brick struggles against his bonds, “Well, she could.” Brick nods towards Dom, blowing a kiss and mouthing the words “call me.”

Till pulls back his hand out flat and sings at Brick’s gigantic jaw.

SMACK!

Blood spatters against the wall, Brick coughs up blood and spits up a tooth. Brick starts to cry. Till’s eyes roll.

“Look, I got you booked, what more to do you want?!” Brick asks as tears roll down his cheeks.

“I want the title.” Till smiles. “Did I not make that clear?” Till grabs Brick by the hair and yanks back his head, “Ich werde jenes Titelrecht aus Ihnen schrauben!”

Brick’s eyes grow wide as Till stuffs the gag back into his mouth. Till turns to Dominique.

“I want you to return this troglodyte to whatever hole you found him in. He is of no further use to me.” Till growls.

Brick spits out his gag.

“Listen here Adolph! I don’t know what you’ve got planned but I’ve got a surprise for you! I’m really DEA—” Brick’s interrupted by Till’s foot slamming into his face.

“Surprising, no. Predictable, yes.” Till grabs Brick up effortlessly and carries him out into the balcony.

Till military presses the nearly three hundred pound Brick over his head and lets him get a good look at the street. Five stories—straight down. Brick hollars and fights to no avail. Till laughs and it booms, shaking the window panes…

“This. This is fun. You were saying?” Till asks.

“I was saying.” Brick’s groggy, “I have a Lucha mask in my pocket that says I’ll kick your ass.”

“Fantastic.” Till smiles and sends Brick sailing off the Balcony.

Five stories straight down. Brick screams as he slams hard into a dumpster below. Till looks down at the bloodied mess of Ramrock and scoffs, the heavens answer with thunder. Till steps back from the balcony as rain begins to poor. He holds his hands up letting the rain caress his fingertips.

“All a matter of time.” Till smells the air, “A matter of time.” He turns a stark glare at Dominique who is waiting on the bed… “Can you smell it too?”

Dominique rises off the bed and walks within mere footsteps from Till. She pulls her negligee off, letting it hit the floor around her. Her breath turns foggy. Till cracks a smile.

“Lassen Sie uns diese Liebe vollziehen und finden Sie sich Frau Bronwen.” Till mutters.

“Am I not good enough?” Asks Dominique, her voice hushed…

Till approaches her, exhaling smoke as he goes. His hands caress her sides, rising up to her rib cage…

“For now.” Till sighs, “I am not impressed with this foul beast you found.”

“Jagger.” Dominique shakes as his hands explore her most delicate regions…

“Wretched fool.” Till pulls Dominique’s scent into his nostrils and pushes her back onto the bed. “You will be punished.”

The’s a knock at the door. Till is immediately at the door, peering through the peep hole. He turns his attentions to Dominique, “Cover yourself and disappear.”

Till slides the deadbolt free and pulls the chain out of the slot. He laughs quietly before opening the door.

“Shane.” Till steps aside, ushering him inside. “So good to see you.”

“Fuck. You.” Shane says, stepping inside.

“No title?” Till asks, “I had hoped you would let me hold it.” Till laughs, smoke tendrils caress his cheeks.

“No r-tard, I don’t carry it everywhere I go.” Shane waltzes into the place and falls into Till’s chair and spins circles.

“Oh but you bear the burden on your shoulders.” Till scoffs, sitting down on the bed. “You protect the ring.” He laughs, “Your gimmicks and catch phrases amuse me.”

“Is that why you asked me here? To insult me?” Shane asks, pulling a joint out of his pocket.

“No. I thought you might like a chance to penetrate Dominique finally.” Till winks, “It is quite good.”

Shane’s fingers dig into the seat.

“Perhaps a sign of things to come dear Shane.” Till puffs the cherry of his cigar to a hot cherry. “The Dope Show fucking everyone Shane could not.”

“Do you even know who you are anymore?” Shane asks.

“Do you.” Till stands up quickly, “Perhaps I should rid myself of you, the same way I did Mr. Ramrock.”

Shane shakes his head, “Wait. What?”

“Ramrock.” Till scoffs, “Brick—your boss.”

“Man fuck you.” Shane snorts, getting up.

“If you wish to keep Bronwen I suggest you SIT DOWN.” Till’s voice booms enough you’d think it would knock Shane back into his seat. “Dominique!”

Dominique appears from the bathroom. The mere sight of the woman turns Shane pal. He swallows hard. Till forces her onto her hands and knees on the bed—he then yanks up her negligee, exposing her nearly virginal hind-quarters to Shane.

“Are you sure you would not like to have a go?” Till smiles.

Shane’s chin seizes up, trying to shake. Dominique looks back at Shane with dead eyes.

“Is she even there anymore?” Shane asks as he lets a tear escape his eye.

“What more do you need? Her unwillingness to fuck is no more.” Till runs his sickly long tongue up her hip and digs his nails into her ass. “All you need is the FLESH.” Till smacks her ass leaving a deep red hand print.

Shane looks away, shaking as he holds back what he wants to do.

“What is the problem Shane.” Till puts the cigar out in the meat of her ass cheek. It sizzles and she moans, enjoying it, “She is a proper freak.”

Shane leaps up but Till meets him half way and slams him against the wall by his throat.
“I am far too powerful now Shane.” Till snorts.

Shane tries to fight it but Till drags him back and slams him into the wall again.

“We have been over this.” Till slings Shane across the wall—the impact knocks him out, “Be gone, slut.” Till nods towards Dominique, “We have business to take care of.” His eyes snap back to Shane.

The whole place turns cold—ice creeps up the wall. Shane breathes out fog… Frost grows on his goatee. Till’s eyes glow and blur as he approaches him.

“Stop!” Shane yells.

“Enough.” Till’s voice is flat and groans, “I have had enough of you.”

Till pulls Shane to his feet and lifts him off the ground by his throat—they’re eye to eye.

“You were never worth this much trouble.” Till snaps Shane's neck.

Shane's lifeless body hits the floor.

 

dopezone.
"relics"

So much time has gone by since I last stepped foot into a ring. There was a time where I teamed with the likes of Shane Clemmens and Seth Dryden and attempted a comeback however I could not do so. Their jealousy held me back. Now, we have a new history, one where I am free from the jealousies of self righteous and fickle people who have done nothing but ruin the sport I single handedly created.

Fight One Xperience houses many men and women like these people. Most shocking in all of this though is that in the same promotion where plastic little barbies and kens run amuck, I run straight on into a man by the name of Cyril Acheston.

Another relic of times lost? Perhaps another old fogey who is either on his way out or should have hung his boots up years ago. Either way, Cyril Acheston is no stranger. He knows me well. Do you remember me Cyril Acheston? Do you remember what I did to you? Do you remember iWi? I will put good money on yes: You remember me well Cyril Acheston.

You remember me and you do not have to admit it but I know that you most certainly fear me. Only a fool would not, considering the knowledge you already have. Once again Cyril you will look into my eyes and you will be face to face with a demon you hoped you could forget. This demon has not been expelled as of yet.

Nothern Xposure how quaint. I look forward to meeting Cyril Acheston and making the same example I made with your champion out of him. My youth will be my weapon when I drive this relic of a man—Cyril Acheston into the void he came from.

Then, I suggest each and every one of you pay attention to me as I rise to power. Your gimmicks, your feelings of entitlement, all of your rhetoric will fall to the wayside as I take my spot back at the top of this industry. Save your worries however, you will find that I am kind.

fin