When I Grow Up - Part III [1000 Words]
Apr 10, 2020 10:50:03 GMT -5
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Post by James Nightingale on Apr 10, 2020 10:50:03 GMT -5
James Nightingale leaves the fire and exits into the darkness, walking until he reaches the edge of a steep hill, looking over the 20-acre mansion estate where Odin has taken refuge. He catches sight of Odin sitting in front of a picture of himself and his father.
Fuck me have I found it? Have I finally found Valhalla?
Ah shit it can’t be, this place just looks like a dust field, not the great hall. But you said you would send me there Odin, you would send me to Valhalla and make me famous. That’s a shame, another failed promise from The All Father. Valhalla is located in Asgard, you know the place where the Nordic gods all live, yet you're here, this is your home.
That, as I suspected, makes you completely full of shit, just another Thor fanboy. The big and mighty Odin, I should be so scared of you ahead of our big match at Battlefield, but all the fear just evaporated at the sight of you... IN YOUR PYJAMAS! If you knew I was standing here watching over you in this vulnerable, and hilariously compromising state I’m sure you would come at me all guns blazing.
But what I have learned through my years of medical training is that taking steroids (YOU DON’T HAVE ASGARDIAN STRENGTH YOU DICK) weakens tendons, so I just have to fuck up your knees, chop the big tree down. And when you're at my mercy on the floor… I’LL SWING MY AXE FOR YOUR FUCKING HEAD!! And then I'll have made myself famous all on my own, not because of you but in spite of you.
You think I was put up to attack you by Lissie Hope? There is only one woman I listen to for advice, it ain’t her. I am not the pawn of a higher power, I am my own man. I will listen to the advice of my war council but The Angel of Death is the leader of The Eradication Campaign, your my next target.
It’s a pity you decided to not blow your own brains out and save yourself the pain and anguish of another defeat, you could turn the gun on me instead at Battlefield, but the stupid cosplaying Norse wannabe would probably leave the safety on.
You may not fully appreciate my talents Odin, but trust me you will at Battlefield, you’ll find out that I’M THE VILLAIN IN THIS STORY! And that this will be a problem you cannot Powerbomb your way out of. You have interjected yourself into my business, not vice versa, and for that you will suffer a painful death on Sunday.
You have a lovely home here Odin, thank you for making me feel welcome and I love your pyjamas. I’m sure you have a panic room in there, I think you need it more than me pal.
Oh and nobody beats cancer is absolute crap… YOU’RE CANCER and I’m chemotherapy, and I’m going to beat you.
The roar of an engine can be heard in the distance, Nightingale turns and exits the estate, returning to his fire. A single motorcycle approaches, it stops next to Nightingale, who is again staring into the flames. The rider dismounts his bike, his identity hidden by a helmet.
James Nightingale
Thankyou for meeting me.... GRAVEDIGGER!
Gravedigger removes his helmet and leaves it on his bike. He joins Nightingale by the fire.
James Fucking Nightingale, i’m glad you finally took up my offer. Despite what that prick Corey Black said about you, you are good enough, I see a lot of myself in you and now that you have my backing there is nothing stopping you from becoming the new Epitome of Hardcore and the next Hardcore Champion.
His time is over, there is no chance he makes it to 246 days, he says I do not know my worth, really? I know that I am one of the most worthy competitors in this company, that is why I am featured so prominently, and that is why he is cowering, holding onto that title with all his might.
DAMN RIGHT! YOU’RE ABOUT TO RIP IT OUT OF HIS FUCKING HANDS!! He wants a challenge? He’s getting one on Sunday, Revolution was just a warm up.
He thinks I'm seeking validation? Validation from who? HIM?!? Fuck off do I need his validation, all I need is his bloody title. The best validation I will ever get from him is when he straps his title belt around my waist after I have pinned his ass and have ended his chance of reaching immortality. And then once I have done that, I truly will ascend to greatness. I came to terms with who I am long ago; I do not need a lecture from Dr Phil.
You have my full support Nightingale, and to show you my dedication in helping your Eradication Campaign against Corey Black, Odin Balfore and anyone else stupid enough to doubt The Angel of Death’s validity, you have the full co-operation of MS-13, Black mocked you for having no support system, for having no one around you. The fool didn’t realise you were being supported by a Hall of Famer with your own army at your disposal. I have one more gift for you…
Gravedigger pulls the old Hardcore title out and hands it to Nightingale.
When I grow up… I will be the champion. The Hardcore Championship is my World Championship. No represents this division better than me. No one has spilled the amount of blood that I have, it was all for this moment, the moment that Corey Black puts his belt around my waist.
Nightingale drops the belt into the flames…
HIS BELT! This belt represents the past, I am the future of this company. With your guidance Gravedigger and my thirst for bloodshed and destruction, Action Wrestling is going to make Ragnarok look like fucking amateur hour.
AND ODIN GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY DIVISION!!