Candy Coated: Reality.
Greed
makes you do stupid yet humanly strange things uncalled or unsanctioned even
if it’s illegal or not. But when I look at it most of it’s a cry for help
something most of us have to do to feel alive or worth living, you know maybe
it’s psychotic religion to fight or do something to harm the human body, to
feel higher then someone else. Greed is a key factor that makes us do the
things we do.
I like to say I’m a fighter I’m addicted to smashing my fingers while
being a well borne fist into the skull of another hopeless searching for what
drives them. Nothing can change that never will.
Underground Fighting spans the nation, thrives on others psychotic urges to
find something worth fighting for. A collective spanning world wide. But I
don’t speak for everybody else because I’m alas one man doing his part
contributing to such a violence dare I say it
“
Sport “
It gives me pleasure to unleash my
anger on another in well unkempt variously virtuous soundings to find out
who’s the weaker body.
It
gives some of us of greater strength to play GOD, by ripping apart someone
else.
That’s
why I’ve become a fighter again, to play god where needed.
to
behold my glorious endeavors as I see them.
.
Fighting The Pain
“Are
you ok? “
“Are you able to move ? “
A swarm of guys came to the aid of a fallen fighter who had just been knocked
out. The guy had gotten knocked senseless taking a hard shot to the head. The
guys positioned his head propped up so that he couldn’t go into shock. The
guy was a victim of a head shot that was not aimed or intended on killing him;
he fell limp on the cold basement floor barefoot, only jeans protecting his
body bare fist. He was a fighter of the underground veracity or profession.
Soon someone brought there ear to his chest, trying to make sure he was still
breathing.
”Hello... “
The faceless guy looked up beholding a look of horror on his face, still
composed trying to keep from breaking down into fear or the fact that the guy
died.
“He’s
dead… “
The swarming crowd of fighters seems to all fear what was coming, the promoter
came standing right before the men who lined up in a stereotypical line up.
They all looked down on the cold dead face of the fighter whose life had been
ended.
” We have to get rid of him, scatter two of you guys
come with me. “
. Three
Weeks Later...
Ring.
Ring.
The
phone began to ring; it rang out in a call as if it was labeled a call of
distress. It was placed in a small room the fixtures where symbolic as if the
person cared enough for himself but wasn’t too flashy with the amount of
stuff he had in his house. Picking up the phone he looked forward the light
shined from the corner of the room, he tussled with the bed covers as he was
sleeping
a girl laid with him beside him as if she was his life mate he looked around rubbing
his neck turning on his side as he could only feel the awaking pain that now
surged thru his body..
He
let his eyes become a parasite nesting on the image
of the girl of his dreams he seem
disclaimed ready to destroy the world on accord that they woke him up at such
a late time.
”
Hello. “
” Are you awake?
“
The Voice asked out of sheer curiosity.
He found the voice to be familiar with the almost photogenic memory of his,
attaching the voice with a face upon hearing few words spoken.
” Alba?
“ He asked begging somewhat
into the phone hoping it wasn’t someone he could do physical harm.
” Yea it’s me. I got to tell you something. “
He cleared his throat as if he was preparing for
the worse.
He looked at the unforgiving night only to slightly yawn at its wake he
hadn’t been to sleep in a couple of days he had “ things “ to attend to
and it had to be done so he told his pal not to call for a bit just incase of
trouble.
”
Three weeks ago, there was an unsanctioned event, I was going to enter but
there was a shady promoter behind it I couldn’t allow myself to be put in
any harm well knowing it was present”
”
So? “
He
exclaimed as he couldn’t find himself totally awake at the moment.
”
Sebastian Echo, heard the name? “
”
No not really. “
He wasn’t too good with names as
his use to be.
”
He’s a big time fighter in Los
Vegas he promotes high stakes bouts in the local night clubs, he’s got dirt
on someone you know. “
”
Ian? “
”
No. Dylan, he’s dead... “
Alba said it. It broke him into yet
another branch of thinking.
He
then became depressed as well, shocked at the fact that his long time friend
had died at the hands of some big game that had went down stateside.
”
How did it take place? “
He asked he was now scared, somewhat feeling alone due to the news being
broken to him.
”
He got mauled being beaten in the head over and over. Soon he was coughing up
blood hard enough he suffocated himself with out trying by mistrial “
Alba
was now regretting having to tell the news.
”
No problem. Its fine nobodies fault. But, I do see this as a problem. “He
said looking at nothing, straight ahead his eyes stared nothing more nothing
less.
The girl began stirring he looked down while holding the phone still
protruding next to his ear. He watched her head evade the cover and began
turning as she began stirring from her slumber. He then looked back to the
covers that lay in his lap. He couldn’t maintain a state of humbling anymore
he had to lash out he had to rise in angst.
”
Hey Machtan, I have to be going I got to get to the club Rachel needs me there
for a deal she’s working and doesn’t trust the guy. “
”
Ok. “
He
said in an ill-mannered voice he couldn’t let the recoil sedge his brain
with out a fight.
She finally woke up, her blonde hair talking form and sliding into her face
just beyond her jade green eyes he looked over just in time to see her lay her
head on his shoulder somewhat moaning a sweet little noise that sent a feel of
realism through his body down to the very make up of himself as a human being.
He took his hand grasping taking-hold of her wrist only to look down at the
gold band he smiled...
”
Is there something wrong? “
Alba asked just before he had to go.
”
No just remembering someone close to me, who has brought me to realize
what’s important “
He
said calmly he released all bonds of angst and anger that where there.
”
Alright, later. “ Alba
stated sighing somewhat.
”
Later “
Click.
Once again he sighed looking at the woman who was resting with ease next to
him, he brought his hand edging her face then taking her into a sweet embrace
that he planted lips closely to hers kissing her softly then brought back his
face look to spell of the news that was grim but he knew she had to know
sooner or later, it was just how they where close enough to have such a strong
bond.
” I just found out my best friend was murdered in a
fight. He entered to win some money. “
” How much money are we talking hinny? “ She
asked softly only to await his answer.
” two million, he thought he’d be getting some easy
catch on some money before cashing out. Turns out his opponent had the fight
fixed because Sebastian didn’t like him. “
” So what are you going to do? “ She twisted
a strain of her hair around her little finger while looking down at the
covers.
” I’m going back to the States so I can make a few
Gs to retrieve you from here in
London
. After that I will enlist some of the scrappiest fighters I can muster up to
due battle with the best in Los Vegas in the process we are going to make
money as well as attract the killer I know he’s the ruthless type to have a
cap on parts of Los Vegas I just have to find a few guys willing to venture
and go the length into his caps.. “
“So I’m asking you to wait for me... If I
don’t make it out ok to take care. “
” I already got an account set up to poor whatever I
make there to you. So you’d have money either way. “He said not to
confident that his new endeavourer was going to come out the way he expected
it to.
” Shut up! “ She said commandingly hoping not
to hear that he was pushing her out his life as he did so many others.
” Just don’t say you’ll leave me I’ll do what
you ask. “ She commented with great feat hoping to keep her strong
will attached.
” I won’t... I just hope for the best for us
Fighting is our life. We live a life where we make choices no? “He
asked this with symbolic meaning behind it.
” Yes we do. “ She replied only.
” Then let us be the ones to live our lives the best
we can, in the end it will work out for the better. “
” I pray. “
She curled up next to him; he laid his head back she crawled sprawling over
his body. He warped a tattooed arm around her as if he had no other way to
express himself. She buried her face inside his chest. Both went silent only
to fear what could happen he had to make money he hated making it the “
American Way “ He thought lying, cheating, fighting and castration of the
fullest extent was virtually the best way to make money.
He hated having a job where nothing was excelling for him.
He hated having to commit to a life style he found not worth living.
She knelled praying on the hour glass
dreaming of his safe return.
Stay
Tuned for Part two.
