RP #008 A Redemption Story [Word Count 2000]
Feb 6, 2020 21:01:09 GMT -5
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Post by James Nightingale on Feb 6, 2020 21:01:09 GMT -5
Revolution III
James Nightingale has fled the arena and taken refuge in a general store, having prised open the window in the back. He is attending to a large laceration on his head caused by a blow from Zombie McMorrisās barbed wire baseball bat during the Hardcore Championship match. Nightingale was close to victory, narrowly losing out to the retaining champion, Corey Black, though it was McMorris who was pinned and not Nightingale. McMorris was left vulnerable in the ring and was moments away from being decapitated by Nightingalesā axe when Sam Kidsgrove made his highly anticipated return to Action Wrestling, aiming to extract revenge on Nightingale for his heinous attacks on his girlfriend and friends. Normally Nightingale fears no man, however he recognised that he was injured, conceding that the battle was lost but the war was far from over, so he fled to fight another day.
Nightingale looks into a mirror as he cleans the wound.
I have failed you my Matriach, I had promised you a victory and the Hardcore Championship to solidify our Eradication Campaign, yet I have fallen short. Please forgive my failures and allow me the chance to make up for my weakness.
He bows his head in shame.
You have failed me on this occasion James, but donāt procrastinate on the lost battle because our war is far from over, you will rise from the ashes of defeat once again because you are The Angel of Death, and you will lead our Eradication Campaign to a unanimous victory after much bloodshed.
Nightingale raises his head again, his eyes now rage filled with unwavering focus.
I will redeem myself, what do you command of me?
Kidsgrove is a thorn in our side, he needs to be broken down. Go to Los Angeles General Hospital and finish the masterpiece you have started. This will break Kidsgrove mentally and will make him easier to eradicate.
Nightingale picks up his trench coat and puts it on, smiling sadistically into the mirror
As you command my Matriarch, I will not fail you this time.
The County Arms - 14th November 2013
James is sitting at a table with his colleague and close friend Alex, he is staring vacantly into his empty pint glass.
Another pint James?
Iām done, I need to cut back on the booze Iāve been drinking way too much since Robert died.
Fair enough, did you speak to Ali about you and the kids coming over for that belated bonfire night?
No I just donāt feel like a big social thing at the minute is a good idea. Iām no fun being around currently so I would just be crap company and it wouldnāt be fair on the kids. Truth be told this whole thing has really fucked with my head. Iām drinking too much, Iām not sleeping, Ali is trying really hard to help me through this but I donāt wanna hear it.
Iām sure she gets it mate, what you experienced with Robert was enough to screw anybody up, I wouldnāt be surprised if you were suffering with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD).
Really? Iām not some jarhead who was shot at in Afganastan, one of my patients died, I just need to man the fuck up and deal with it.
No seriously, I read a journal about this nurse who suffered from it after experiencing a horrific loss at work. You should really go and speak to someone and get some help before it gets out of control.
James ponders what Alex has said for a moment and leans in closer to Alex.
Can I be completely honest with you Alex?
Of course you you can tell me anything.
James hesitates again for a momentā¦
Iāve been hearing these voices. Literally the morning after Robert died. It sounds like a woman talking to me, proper creepy shit like Emperor Palpitine seducing Anakin Skywalker to the Dark Side.
What the fuck?
James starts to tear up a bit
Yeah tell me about it, I just thought it was because I was exhausted after that night shift but it comes and goes. I donāt know what to do it's driving me crazy, I canāt sleep so iām beyond exhausted, I drink to take the pain away but I just feel like crap.
Alex puts his arm on Jamesās shoulder to comfort him.
Have you told Ali this?
No way, she will think I am losing my mind, she will want me to stop working. I just canāt do that. I failed Robert, he depended on me to save him and I let him down. I have to redeem myself, I figured if I keep working and helping others I will pull through this dark patch.
I really think you have the PTSD thing, you need to get a handle on this before it gets worse. You donāt want to hurt anyone, and you have a really good thing with Ali and the kids. You should speak to Aziz at work, you know heās done some great things with the mental health guys. Itās worth a shout.
James sits back up and composes himself and wipes his eyes.
Look at me what a big mess. Iām gonna be fine Iām just exhausted, Iāve been through worse, I will get over it. I need to get my shit together as Ali and the kids depend on me.
He stands up and pulls a cigarette out.
Iām gonna bounce, Ali will wonder where I am, I promised Iād help get the kids to bed. Cheers for the talk man.
Alright mate, send Ali my love. Donāt forget you can talk to me about anything.
I know, I appreciate it. Iāve hit my low, itās upwards from here. Iām focused on redeeming myself and being the best version of me.
They shake hands as James walks out into the cold Autumn evening, lighting his cigarette and walking home.
Unknown Location - 5th February 2019
Nightingale is sat in a darkly lit area with a bright red light over his head; a loud whirring noise can be heard in the background.
Zombie McMorris, the man, the myth, the legend. I knew when I joined Action Wrestling that I wanted to face you. I have followed your career for many years, Slam was a staple programme in my home. I remember watching Bobby Cairo throw you out of a helicopter at One, a fall which should have been your demise but yet you survived. And then there was that Volcano match at Fifteenā¦
We met for the first time at Revolution 3, we both fell short of claiming gold, and since then Iāve felt like my Campaign has been somewhat derailed, I need to REDEEM myself. I need some inspiration, and I know just the place where I can find itā¦
Nightingale smiles sadistically and stands up, walking to the end of the room, an alarm sounds when suddenly an openingā¦ the loading ramp opens revealing that Nightingale is inside a helicopter, and his destinationā¦ MOUNT POONSUVIUS!!!
He absailes down, releasing himself near the mouth of the volcano and walks to the edge, looking down at the hot magma below.
It was here that the brutal fight to the death occurred with Cairo. Such savagery, the immortal ZMAC, you thought like only the coked up madman could. Nail guns, glass pipes, railroad spikes, glass tubesā¦ you brought it allā¦ the look of the world's largest rabies infested rat, it's hard to forget.
This match clearly changed you, left deep scarsā¦ every time you get into a battle of words with someone on social media you like to remind them you threw Cairo into that magma belowā¦ EXCEPT YOUR CLAIMS ARE FULL OF SHIT!!!
Did you forget history ZMAC?... did you inhale too much sulfur? ...or maybe your brain is twisted after contracting some gnarly illness from one of those repugnant poonginas dotted around the volcano during the match. You DID NOT throw Cairo to his demiseā¦ at least not on your own! You were only victorious because your BASTARD SON did the heavy lifting and helped you over the finish line!
WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!?!?
You continue to believe you are still relevant in this business, that you are still THE guy? You were once unstoppable, your self regeneration and ability to survive killing blows served you well for many years. But father time catches up with everyone eventuallyā¦ and that includes you ZMAC.
But despite this I still wanted to face you, your name still holds some merit although you are not the main event anymore, now meerley the curtain jerker. I was still elated to face you, hoping to face the ZMAC of old. Your barbs on social media fueled my fire to succeed, you saw me purely as another newbie, thinking your riddles and memes would psych me out to make up for your shortcomings. You thought I was just another stop on your Hardcore Tour, a quick swing of your bat and I would be out like a light. YOU FAILED. I took your best shot, I took a bat straight to the face, and I rose to my feet and stomped your face into it! I made you my BITCH in the ring. I made the immortal ZMAC look like a lost dementia patient needing to be put out of his misery. I admit I did not pin you, Black did, he put you away with The Burning Hammer. But only because I had served you on a plate to him. How did it feel? You even thought you could resort to pathetic schoolyard taunts by claiming I wear fishnets? How desperate are you? It must have been so humiliating for you that I choked your ass out with a fishnet stocking.
But the most satisfying thing for me happened after the match when I had you DEAD TO RIGHTS!! You were struggling to get to your feet, and I was there with my axe ready to take your head off your neck. Your self regeneration would not have saved you, you definitely would not have survived that killing blow. How did that make you feel? Humiliating that a newbie like myself could do something that a legend like Bobby Cairo could not? Is it embarrising that the Hardcore Tour came to a screeching halt? You may have cost me the Hardcore title at Revolution 3 but I stripped you of any last bit of relievency you had.
Nightingale opens his phone and looks at McMorrisās last post to him:
LMAO Jimmy G. I saw that the other week you went N tried ya best.
ya
very
fucking
best
how'd that work out for you?
smile. cuz when you smile, the whole world smiles too.
trust me
LMAO
Tried my best? I thought hard, I shed blood, if that was my best then it was better than you because I had your number. Your words mean shit, but if that's all youāve got left then I feel for you.
The Honey Badger donāt give a fuck? I think you do. I think you're scared that your career is coming to an end and it pains you that I am better than you at your own game. I look at this volcano and realise you are not the man you used to be. Iām disappointed that I'm not getting to face the immortal ZMAC, just an old, washed up man who is clinging onto relivency. You have drifted into my path and youāll be killed by death, The Angel of Death. Youāve got a little bit of time to get that last line of coke in, enjoy it because come Monday there will be nothing left of you. You are past redeemable ZMAC, no more regeneration for you. I will slay an old inspiration of mine in order to REDEEM myself.
Nightingale turns away from the edge and walks away as the volcano begins to erupt.