When I Grow Up - Part I [999 Words]
Apr 8, 2020 7:08:34 GMT -5
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Post by James Nightingale on Apr 8, 2020 7:08:34 GMT -5
James Nightingale stands by a roaring fire, staring deeply into the burning flames.
246 days…
246 days for you to reach immortality Corey Black, holding the Hardcore Championship for 246 days would see you surpass Lockhart’s 245 day reign as World Champion, making you the longest reigning champion in Action Wrestling history. The day of Battlefield you will be sitting on 239 days, a victory will guarantee you immortality, however you will have to journey through hell by defeating Odin Balfore… and myself, The Angel of Death!
Revolution 3, our first war, I underestimated you. I saw you as an old, lazy part timer, I was not ready for you, being in that ring together was humbling, I learned more about myself in that encounter then I have at any other time in my career. It has been a long 74 days since we spilled each other's blood on that canvas, 74 days since I nearly beheaded you in the centre of the ring with my axe, only for you to slip out and quickly pin Zmac. I have thought about that match every single day, hoping, wanting another shot at The King of All Wrestlers, because this time, I will not underestimate you, and I will not miss with my axe!
I had hoped that our paths would cross 2 weeks ago in the final round of the Battlebowl Tournament, yet we both lost in the first round. You allude to the fact that I’ve been in somewhat of a losing streak recently. That is true, until Monday when I decimated Anthony Leonhart. I had lost four straight, but through losses, I COULD SEE that I was not good enough as I was, that perhaps Sam Kidsgrove’s ghost had derailed my promising career, FUCK THAT! I destroyed that piece of shit, I laid a big turd on his legacy, I consumed his greatness and proved how deadly I can be. It was easy thrusting that syringe into his neck, forcing him into hypoglycaemia. If I could do that to him so easily, just think what I could do to you? Through my recent losses I have battled some of the greatest this sport has to offer, and Cassidy Adler. I learned through each loss, preparing myself for my next opportunity against you.
You can belittle me all you want Corey, the last time we raged war you said I was not hardcore material. I just hope you learned following our last encounter that I am hardcore, you were mere seconds away from having your head removed from your shoulders, NO ONE PUSHED YOU AS CLOSE TO THE LIMIT AS I DID! This time when I decapitate the king, I'm gonna mail it to your bitch Frank and watch as he does his best Brad Pitt impression, ‘WHAT’S IN THE BOX?’, your meal ticket you fucking bum!
Little old ‘European Me’ really took you to the limit at Revolution, yet you did manage to slip out, just like your small lubed up cock always manages to slip out of Frank’s big asshole. You told me that you would kick my head off, funny because my head seems still attached to me. In fact it seems like my head is firmly attached and switched on, I have focus like no other, I’ve even stopped attacking the weak who couldn’t protect themselves. You see I am evolving Corey, I am learning through osmosis, I don’t need to do that shit anymore, as the world now knows my name, hence that I have evolved into a greater version of me, yet Corey you continue to perform the same stail act. Like I said before, I'm not mocking your age pal, as you can still go with the best of them, but I’ve had time to dissect you, I‘ve had time to figure out who you are, I now have the confidence to overthrow the King once and for all.
As much as I respect you champ, you still have little respect for me. I am not a scared child cowering in my bed, checking underneath for the big bad monster, Corey Black. I am the motherfucking Boogeyman in the wardrobe who is ready to pull your little bitch monster out from under the bed and eviscerate you, leaving without a shadow of a doubt that I am the true monster of this division, and that everything else are simply old wives tales.
Nightingale crouches down, looking deeper in the flames, a burning crown is revealed.
When I grow up… I DO NOT WANT TO BE KING!!!
Kings are merely mortal, they die and another one is coronated for a time. Yet their time too will pass. Kings are allocated a number and join a long list of other former kings, their memory quickly passing with the change of the generation of man. My biggest shortcoming last time we met was that I wanted to become the next King, this time… I WANT TO BECOME A HARDCORE GOD!! God’s are immortal, and I’m not talking about pathetic Man Made Gods, I'm talking about ascending to a higher plane. I have the wings of The Matriarch on my back ready to ascend to greatness. James Nightingale will become a name synoumynous with Hardcore, I will be known throughout the entire unniverse as the chosen one, the one chosen to prevent Corey Black from achieving immortality, taking the title instead for himself and elevating it to the heavens. Sorry Corey that I will have to break your heart in the process, that record is within touching distance now but it just was not meant to be. Lockharts record will stand at 245 days, but only for a further 245 days, because I am taking your title, and plan on becoming unstoppable, holding onto your title for the rest of time, leaving your reign as only a tiny footnote in the annals of history.
Little ‘European Me’ just made you look like my little American bitch!