Post by Wade Moor on Jun 15, 2018 12:38:22 GMT -5
When you gave that bloody gun to me
It was still hot you know it burnt my skin
The skin you dive in when I felt like I can't win and his soul breaking down again
We pulled to the edge of the city
And as we both turn around
We said 'til death do us part
They'll have to peel us part
When they go to put us in the ground
The chirp of crickets was the only sound in the empty rest stop in Michigan where the WINO-BAGO docked quietly in the dull moonlight. Aboard was a near broken man, sunken deeper into his own mind. He sat alone at the table, his holds folded in temple, praying it was only his loss at Evolution that was plaguing his mind.
‘You think God hears a prayer said in Hell?’
The cards often ever fell in Wade’s favor, and even through power and perseverance, he found himself here going further off the deep end. The Owls have returned and with it they have unlocked memories he had managed to bury underneath everything. His mind flashed between each one like a morbid motion picture, every detail coming into focus as they surfaced. Leven’s - Wade’s brother - face drained of color as Wade plunged an axe into his chest, blood seeping from the quarter of his fist where his thumb used to be. Eyes widened as sharp taloned claws ripped into flesh, a decapitated head rolling across cold steel. His chest tightened and he struggled for air as the memory of Nikita rushed through his minds eye - he fell out of the seat and collapsed to the ground, heaving and retching water from his lungs, as the life support was cut off and he was forced to rewatch her drown in a gestation tank.
She wasn’t the only way one he lost.
His son.
Shackles appeared around his wrists and ankles as he reached his hand out towards them...but only felt the plush, alcohol stained carpet of the BAGO. He looked around at his surroundings. Nothing felt real anymore. He thought he saw her face blue eyes bled out to gray and there were holes as deep as space full of flies full of decay her stir on the mattress. He quickly leapt to his feet and exited the vehicle into the warm Michigan night. He heard ghosts in the wind carrying me off and dropping me into the sea where nothing made sense the receding chirp of crickets in the woods. There was a spindly leg in the brush machinations whirring in my skull the smell of blood and rot on its breath clearing in the tree that he headed into, the small branches breaking to the side as he rushed in.
‘My past comes creeping up again’
His boots kicked up dirt as he ran through the woods, he heardher hands play a serenade on piano keys so far away the sound of running water and felt his body naturally head towards it. Through the trees came a stream and the silent hiss of saws and skin and sinew and blood the water. He collapsed to his knees and caught a face in the water the demon from the mud and razor taloned claws his reflection in the pale moonlight. The night came into focus as beams of light shine above me and they’ve finally come to take me away the sounds of the night receded into the background and Wade was in that place.
‘The place where pain lives’
He lurched forward, dry heaving anything that remained in his stomach, and faded into his own mind. A pair of Owl eyes rest upon him in the darkness, dilating, observing the scene. Wade can’t sense them, his mind a million miles away. The figure approaches, it’s malicious intent ever present in the violent calm of the night. It descends, it’s talon exposed, arching up into themoon that fucking moon night sky. It rips the blade down on Wade’s back...but is thwarted by another. Bonnie’s hand clutches tight around his wrist, extending inward, and the satisfying snap of bone rents Wade from his trance. Bonnie snaps a hook kick that takes the man down to the ground.
“Wade...appening?” Bonnie asked.
No answer.
Wade was entering a mindset that had also been buried deep with the memories of his past andsometimes late at night my hand still wants around that knife saw the talon hooked knife laying in the grass. His hand slowly gripped around the hilt and when that fang flips open everything moves in slow motion lifted it off the ground. He headed toward the man, hatred and death in his eyes.
“YOU WANT TO KILL ME?!?!” Wade yells almost intelligibly.
The first stab goes through jagged and the assassin coughs up blood from his lungs.The rest go through, clean, like his skin was hot butter. Blood spatter hits Wades face each time the knife comes out. Bonnie stands to the side, in shock, as Wade continues his cavalcade of violence. The owl eyes fade out, but Wade isn’t seeing him anymore it’shis eyes why are you here dad all burning out to red. He goes for one more puncture but Bonnie’s arms are wrapped tight around him, pulling him away as hard as they could. Finally he rent free and let go let go and faded away into nothing she pulled him free and the knife flew from his hand, splashing into the pond behind him.
“Wade it’s...orry please st...ok...” Bonnie cut in through the buzzing in his head.
A numbing disposition after the fact.
“I’m sorry”, Wade spoke clearly, “I’m sorry.”
They sat in the night silence for what felt like years, the crickets no longer chirped. Even the ghosts haunting fled in terror for they knew what was reborn in those woods.
What never really left.
She looks the other way when I do wrong
But I know she understands
That she’s got a bad man
“You have been to the place where fear hunts, haven’t you Karlie? How else could you explain away the tragedy that has been your life and career? You seem the type to bounce to and fro between companies, washing out when the going gets a little tough, and lamenting on the fact that nobody just seems to get your particular brand of genius. I’ll let you in on a little secret; the way you live your life is borne of this place of fear. I know, because I’ve been there too, Karlie. I’ve visited, lived, and have been imprisoned there...and I thought I’d never go back there again.
“We all act out of fear, for the most part, rational or not. You and I have known this fear our entire life, though separate in execution, the emotion remains the same. Your fears began at puberty when you realized you were having what others would deem inappropriate feelings towards your own gender. The emotional stress and trauma you endure during these formative years either strengthen or defeat you. What’s with the older ladies? It is some deep seated need to please your mother, probably somebody who was unabashedly ashamed of you? I act out of fear too, Karlie. When I plunged that knife into my fathers chest. When I ended my brothers life. When I watched them die...I was scared, nearly to death.
“I thought I was coming home. Action Wrestling and Evolution were my platform, and that night was Gawdnilla’s night...though it didn’t quite go down the way I expected it to. I thought it was written in the stars, a showcase of the immortals...but even immortals like Spencer Adams can be weak. Even immortals like Wade Moor are fallible. Not to the likes of anyone like you, Karlie, because you on your best day couldn’t even measure up to one of us on our worst. And this is one of the worst days for Gawdnilla. The outro to the Siren Song, the Parables of the Deep. I should have been walking into this weeks Clash as World Heavyweight Champion just like you thought you were walking into Clash with a chance in hell of winning. Not in the cards for either of us, sadly.
“See, most men in my position would have already fallen off, disheartened by such a massive loss...but not me. If anything, my loss has emboldened me. It’s reminded me that no matter how far I think I’ve come, there’s always room to evolve. Even snakes like Spencer shed their skin every once in a while. This seems to be something that eludes you. ‘Getting better? What’s that?’ you ask yourself. Inspiration seems to be something you’ve lacked in the entirety of the time I’ve known of your existence, Nash. Week to week you participate in the same drudgery, score a lonely bar scag, fumble your way through a promo, and then lose your match, et al. You seem to be ok with this existence because you don’t seem to be capable of changing a thing.
“How do you think this match goes, Karlie? This isn’t the burial, baby girl...this is the killing. This company knows what it has on its hands and it’s something that is yes, fallible, but stoppable? I don’t fucking think so. You’re going to come down to that ring and do what you do best - eat this Broseidon Punch and that pin. You’re going to discover that the place where fear hunts isn’t quite as terrifying as the place it lives. I’ll be legitimately surprised if you manage to capitalize on this opportunity, but thinking doesn’t seem to be in your wheelhouse. You’re going to find out first hand what awoke at Evolution, how the Worlds Most Dangerous got even more dangerous. Spencer, i know you’ll be watching, because you know deep, deep down that it’s not over yet either. Just know that you gave more to Gawdnilla than you took away, my man. You caused this. Now it’s time to face the consequences.”
It was still hot you know it burnt my skin
The skin you dive in when I felt like I can't win and his soul breaking down again
We pulled to the edge of the city
And as we both turn around
We said 'til death do us part
They'll have to peel us part
When they go to put us in the ground
The chirp of crickets was the only sound in the empty rest stop in Michigan where the WINO-BAGO docked quietly in the dull moonlight. Aboard was a near broken man, sunken deeper into his own mind. He sat alone at the table, his holds folded in temple, praying it was only his loss at Evolution that was plaguing his mind.
The cards often ever fell in Wade’s favor, and even through power and perseverance, he found himself here going further off the deep end. The Owls have returned and with it they have unlocked memories he had managed to bury underneath everything. His mind flashed between each one like a morbid motion picture, every detail coming into focus as they surfaced. Leven’s - Wade’s brother - face drained of color as Wade plunged an axe into his chest, blood seeping from the quarter of his fist where his thumb used to be. Eyes widened as sharp taloned claws ripped into flesh, a decapitated head rolling across cold steel. His chest tightened and he struggled for air as the memory of Nikita rushed through his minds eye - he fell out of the seat and collapsed to the ground, heaving and retching water from his lungs, as the life support was cut off and he was forced to rewatch her drown in a gestation tank.
She wasn’t the only way one he lost.
His son.
Shackles appeared around his wrists and ankles as he reached his hand out towards them...but only felt the plush, alcohol stained carpet of the BAGO. He looked around at his surroundings. Nothing felt real anymore. He thought he saw
His boots kicked up dirt as he ran through the woods, he heard
‘The place where pain lives’
He lurched forward, dry heaving anything that remained in his stomach, and faded into his own mind. A pair of Owl eyes rest upon him in the darkness, dilating, observing the scene. Wade can’t sense them, his mind a million miles away. The figure approaches, it’s malicious intent ever present in the violent calm of the night. It descends, it’s talon exposed, arching up into the
“Wade...appening?” Bonnie asked.
No answer.
Wade was entering a mindset that had also been buried deep with the memories of his past and
“YOU WANT TO KILL ME?!?!” Wade yells almost intelligibly.
The first stab goes through jagged and the assassin coughs up blood from his lungs.The rest go through, clean, like his skin was hot butter. Blood spatter hits Wades face each time the knife comes out. Bonnie stands to the side, in shock, as Wade continues his cavalcade of violence. The owl eyes fade out, but Wade isn’t seeing him anymore it’s
“Wade it’s...orry please st...ok...” Bonnie cut in through the buzzing in his head.
A numbing disposition after the fact.
“I’m sorry”, Wade spoke clearly, “I’m sorry.”
They sat in the night silence for what felt like years, the crickets no longer chirped. Even the ghosts haunting fled in terror for they knew what was reborn in those woods.
What never really left.
She looks the other way when I do wrong
But I know she understands
That she’s got a bad man
On her hands
“You have been to the place where fear hunts, haven’t you Karlie? How else could you explain away the tragedy that has been your life and career? You seem the type to bounce to and fro between companies, washing out when the going gets a little tough, and lamenting on the fact that nobody just seems to get your particular brand of genius. I’ll let you in on a little secret; the way you live your life is borne of this place of fear. I know, because I’ve been there too, Karlie. I’ve visited, lived, and have been imprisoned there...and I thought I’d never go back there again.
“We all act out of fear, for the most part, rational or not. You and I have known this fear our entire life, though separate in execution, the emotion remains the same. Your fears began at puberty when you realized you were having what others would deem inappropriate feelings towards your own gender. The emotional stress and trauma you endure during these formative years either strengthen or defeat you. What’s with the older ladies? It is some deep seated need to please your mother, probably somebody who was unabashedly ashamed of you? I act out of fear too, Karlie.
“I thought I was coming home. Action Wrestling and Evolution were my platform, and that night was Gawdnilla’s night...though it didn’t quite go down the way I expected it to. I thought it was written in the stars, a showcase of the immortals...but even immortals like Spencer Adams can be weak. Even immortals like Wade Moor are fallible. Not to the likes of anyone like you, Karlie, because you on your best day couldn’t even measure up to one of us on our worst. And this is one of the worst days for Gawdnilla. The outro to the Siren Song, the Parables of the Deep. I should have been walking into this weeks Clash as World Heavyweight Champion just like you thought you were walking into Clash with a chance in hell of winning. Not in the cards for either of us, sadly.
“See, most men in my position would have already fallen off, disheartened by such a massive loss...but not me. If anything, my loss has emboldened me. It’s reminded me that no matter how far I think I’ve come, there’s always room to evolve. Even snakes like Spencer shed their skin every once in a while. This seems to be something that eludes you. ‘Getting better? What’s that?’ you ask yourself. Inspiration seems to be something you’ve lacked in the entirety of the time I’ve known of your existence, Nash. Week to week you participate in the same drudgery, score a lonely bar scag, fumble your way through a promo, and then lose your match, et al. You seem to be ok with this existence because you don’t seem to be capable of changing a thing.
“How do you think this match goes, Karlie? This isn’t the burial, baby girl...this is the killing. This company knows what it has on its hands and it’s something that is yes, fallible, but stoppable? I don’t fucking think so. You’re going to come down to that ring and do what you do best - eat this Broseidon Punch and that pin. You’re going to discover that the place where fear hunts isn’t quite as terrifying as the place it lives. I’ll be legitimately surprised if you manage to capitalize on this opportunity, but thinking doesn’t seem to be in your wheelhouse. You’re going to find out first hand what awoke at Evolution, how the Worlds Most Dangerous got even more dangerous. Spencer, i know you’ll be watching, because you know deep, deep down that it’s not over yet either. Just know that you gave more to Gawdnilla than you took away, my man. You caused this. Now it’s time to face the consequences.”