RP #7 - The Quiet Before The Storm [Word Count 1000]
Jan 24, 2020 19:11:03 GMT -5
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Post by James Nightingale on Jan 24, 2020 19:11:03 GMT -5
Nightingale stands over Roberts’s grave, the patient under his care years previously who hung himself, with his axe at his side.
Many years have passed since that day Robert, a truly horrific day for someone to endure. But I'm grateful that you took your own life, as it began the process of the darkness consuming me, allowing The Matriarch into my life and shaping me into the man that stands over your rotted carcass. The darkness has led my Eradication Campaign to Revolution and a day of reckoning with both Corey Black and Zombie McMorris where we will go to war over the Hardcore Championship.
The champion has finally shown up to the party, finally unleashing your verbal tirade on me. But does it faze me? No. The level of disrespect is to be expected, James Nightingale is a rookie in your eyes, not considered by you as viable threat to your reign. The analysis is humorous champ, I’m not some kid fresh out of wrestling school; I’m not even that much younger than you. I was a kid freshly out of wrestling school nearly twenty years ago, my potential was limitless, and it still is limitless today. You claim to have lived three of my lifetimes in this business; it is true I did walk away for a long time. But I never stopped watching, I never stopped learning. I am just as wise as you Black, but I have a hell of a lot more tread left on my tires compared to your broken down body.
I know a lot about you Creeping Death, and by the way if you want to get into gimmick infringement discussions, it was the name of a song long before you laced up your boots you punk ass bitch! I watched you rage wars in WCF with the likes of Bishop, Hellz Angel and Jayson Price, I watched you cause havoc alongside fellow members of The Church of The Dark Saints, Doom Squad and Man Made Gods. I watched you raise that WCF World Title six times. Whilst I was treating the sniffles I watched it all, and in the process learned your strengths… and your weaknesses. You think it scares me that you are proficiently trained in various different disciplines? You think I’m just a hardcore guy? I’ve got news for you Creeping Death I too share similar training, I’ve travelled the world learning my craft. Sure, I am perfectly happy swinging my axe or stomping someone’s face into something that will disfigure my opponent, but I'm just as comfortable dropping tools and punishing you with my deep knowledge of British Catch and Japanese Strong Style. I know you’ve only got one eye to look out of, maybe you need to jump onto the internet and find some of my stuff because you will quickly realise that you have underestimate my wrestling ability. But we are going to war in a hardcore match with the coked up madman so I guarantee that I will be bringing an arsenal with me, you will feel the excruciating pain as a batter your broken body into submission with whatever the fuck I fancy beating you with. When I am done you will be begging me to drop the axe onto your neck to put you out of your misery.
You do not approve of my methods to advance to this opportunity of fighting for your belt, attacking the weak; cameramen, actors, rookies and lower card talent. Sure they were easy pickings, I knew they would not give much of a fight, they were simply collateral damage. They delivered a message to Action Wrestling Management, that James Nightingale was dangerous, hungry, determined to fulfil his potential by any means necessary. It worked perfectly. Why bother wasting my energy in endless scraps with the lower card crap when I could preserve myself for the big time fights. And it worked champ, it fucking worked! You belittle me, make me out as a coward but the truth is I’m a bloody genius. I now march into Revolution with the opportunity to take your belt, lay to rest The Wounded once and for all. What you have failed to realise throughout the build up to our match CD is that I will do anything to win; I will sacrifice my own body to pass the finish line and anyone else who gets in my way. I lost my conscience long ago, and all that remains is rage and darkness. I have dealt with things in my time away from the ring which you would not be able to comprehend. I have held dead children, watched a woman weeping on her dead thirty four year old husbands body after succumbing to brain cancer. I have had to tell children that their parents have died in a car crash. Incidents like these and not the sniffles have destroyed my conscience and made me into this psychopath you see today. Nothing you can say or do to me will replace the horrors I have endured.
So here we are champ, we alongside ZMAC all march into the mouth of hell this Sunday. Sadly you for the both of you, you have both underestimated the third man in this fight, a mistake which you will both rue to regret as your wounded bodies stares up at me holding your title in the air. I’m always preparing for war champ; I have already dug both your graves in preparation. You will lie in the ground next to Robert; the weak and irrelevant will all be buried together. I’ve got a lot more digging to do, as your merely the tip of the ice berg, there are many more who will fall to The Angel of Death as I continue my campaign.
And just so you know these jeans are Levy’s and not Baby Gap motherfucker!!
Nightingale places his axe over his shoulder and walks away, revealing two empty plots next to Roberts grave.