Uprising II - Euthanasia
Jun 21, 2020 22:24:25 GMT -5
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Post by James Nightingale on Jun 21, 2020 22:24:25 GMT -5
“To win their battles, these kinds of underdogs rely on their own and one another's ability to absorb violence. They find their might in their nature. They believe victory is assured by their nature, and as long as they act in accordance with their nature, they will claim it. Because they are able to fight, they must fight.”
Adam Levin
AOD, Inc - James Nightingale sits in his boardroom, listening to his lawyer, Thomas Gray, reel off information regarding the business. Nightingale leans back in his chair at the head of the table, distracted, his mind on the opportunity ahead on Clash, whilst also reflecting on his recent victory over Sam Kidsgrove. Suddenly barking can be heard outside. Nightingale stands, ignoring Thomas and wanders over to the window. He observes three stray dogs in the grounds of the hospital.
“Wait here”, says Nightingale, “I’ll be back shortly, I need some air.”
He heads for the exit, grabbing his cigarettes as he passes the table. In his left hand, his wedding ring, he continues to roll it in his hand, whilst he ponders his future, and his past.
King City Comprehensive School, England, 2000
A shy sixteen-year-old James sits at his desk during another dull science lesson. He hides the latest edition of Powerslam magazine within his textbook, perusing over the latest news from The Attitude Era.
His concentration is pulled from the pages of his “bible”, a girl sits at the table in front of him. James has been in the same class as this girl on and off since they were four years old. He’s never really had time for girls, always immature, spending much of his life tucked away in the comfort of his room playing Playstation to notice the world outside.
How did he not notice the beauty of this girl before? She had turned from a child into a young woman in the blink of an eye. The standard school uniform which normally cloaks any form of individualisation had now been adapted, the tucked-in shirt now shorter, revealing her lower back as she leans into her desk. The white buttoned-up shirt, now with a few less buttons done up, revealing her cleavage. The standard trousers were replaced with a short skirt, revealing her long, beautiful legs.
Suddenly the importance of winning the Master League in his soccer game seemed irrelevant. However, this girl was popular, there surely would be no way she’d be seen with an underdog such as James?
She drops her pen, she bends down and reaches for it, a small hint of thong is revealed, James notices it, his heart begins to race. The girl picks up her pen and sits back up, her eyes catching James’s as he looks on at her. She smiles at him and turns back to the front.
Nightingale walks out into the cold night. He pulls out a cigarette, rolling it along his bottom lip, before lighting it and taking a long inhale. He sets his gaze upon the three dogs; a Rottweiler, a Bulldog and a German Shepherd, strays, joyfully playing with the scraps found within a turned over a rubbish bin. Nightingale exhales the cigarette smoke and whistles at the dogs. They all turn their attention to Nightingale, the Rottweiler is the first to approach him.
Dandy Divito, you certainly are the ROTTWEILER of Action Wrestling. You just need to watch The Omen to see how much CARNAGE a fucking Rottweiler can cause, but this one in front of me appears friendly enough.
I like you Dandy, I think in different circumstances, we could actually be FRIENDS. We have more in common than you think. For one we both share a mutual DISDAIN for Sam Kidsgrove, and we both have beaten him at Evolution.
We share similar personality traits, we are both super-aggressive, angry, violent, we both like to start a fire and sit back and watch the world burn.
You are “The Action Wrestling Original” or at least WERE the original, 2019 was your year, and 2020 is the year of the UPRISING of James Nightingale, I too am an Action Wrestling original, you may have set the bar high, I’m gonna take it up a notch.
At Evolution II, you may have beaten Kidsgrove to retain your US Title, but not without consequences. In the process of winning that match, you managed to beat the shit out of each other so much that you had to VACATE the belt. Whereas I, on the other hand, I destroyed Kidsgrove within an inch of his life, and I’m standing here fully recovered, not requiring any time off, ready to become number one contender for the World Title. Why am I in this position? Because I’m BETTER than you.
Look all around you, I’ve built this business up from nothing, I soon will be a force like no other both in and out of the squared circle. Whereas WINSTON, you’ve been living your whole life via your Daddy’s handouts. Sure you at times have been defiant, he tried to fuck you out of wrestling, giving you ultimatums to leave the business, yet his money kept you out of prison, it helped you avoid a felony charge for possession, instead you did some community service in Jacksonville.
You’ve somehow managed to always BLAG your way through life with Daddy’s money and your fame, even in Action Wrestling, you somehow always manage to blag your way into opportunities, inserting yourself into the Ladder Match at Uprising, to getting your “Main Event” Match with Roy Speede at Evolution III. All from a fucking strike? You’ve got to be kidding me? What must you have been doing to Camila to get that booking made? It’s been proven that she was bent as Gravedigger canned her ass at Evolution.
I’m DIFFERENT to you Winston, I, unlike you, have to claw for every inch I’m given. I had to ABANDON my family to build up the strength needed to make it in Action Wrestling, you just choose to wrestle as a means to satisfy your parole officer. I had to start at the bottom of the card with garbage like Razzles Mars, you managed to get a US Title shot in your third match here. But it’s ok, good things come to those who wait, I spent six months laying waste to Kidsgrove, my appetite has GROWN for success, I don’t need no damn secondary title, I’ll bypass it and go straight to the TOP.
And as a little warning to Yaz, I’ve got eyes in the back of my head, dealing with that little Cunt Zooey throughout the war with Kidsgrove taught me to never underestimate the threat of a woman. I saw Yaz aiding you, meddling with Speede, being chased out of the arena by The Hall of Famer. You try any shit on me, I’ll happily choke your ass out so bad that when they bury you in an open casket, you’d wish you didn’t have that stupid haircut. I get it, Winston, Yaz is your calming presence, especially when shit’s getting real, she certainly is the brains to your brawn. But don’t be stupid, getting her involved will get her KILLED and get you even more HURT when I defeat you on Clash.
You had the “MAGIC BULLETT” to end Lockhart’s historic World Title reign, I have a whole clip full of magic bullets, ready to eradicate Richards, Black and yourself on my path to defeat Walter claiming his title. At Clash, it’s gonna get really fucking gnarly for you. If you survive another A-Dick beating, and I choose to spare you, it'll only be so that you can go back to that shithole dive bar in Minneapolis to sing horrendous Karaoke with Barry cheering you on. Think of it as being stuck in purgatory, you're definitely not going to Heaven, and you're not bad enough for Hell, because that’s where the like of me belong, and on Clash, you’ll quickly see the differences between the two of us.
The only money left in your future is you singing “Money” by Pink Floyd with your jaw BROKEN.
Science class becomes a highlight of the week for James, knowing he would be sitting behind the girl. He drifts through class, enchanted on the beauty in front of him. The lesson content now little more than white noise, as he focuses on the girl in front. He is totally bewildered, he hasn’t even bothered pulling out his Powerslam magazine and concealed it within his textbook.
One lesson, the teacher decides to reallocate the science partners for the rest of the term and starts calling out names of who will partner who. His stomach is filled with butterflies, would there be any chance he would be with the girl? Would he actually have a reason to talk to her? His heart pounds in his chest as name after name is called. As each name is shouted out, neither his nor the girls are called, until two remain.
“And James… you can pair up with Alice.”
Alice turns her stool around, leaning into his desk. “Well, I guess that makes us lab partners.” She smiles at James.
After quickly snapping himself out of shock, he reciprocates the smile, “The pleasure is all mine.”
After a bit of small talk, she catches the Powerslam magazine sticking out of James’s bag.
“You’ve got Powerslam? I love wrestling.” She pulls out the magazine and starts to turn the pages.
James looks on in joy, the girl he is pining for, who perhaps he is becoming slightly obsessed with, also loves the other thing he is obsessed with.
He smiles at her, “I love wrestling too.”
One lesson, the teacher decides to reallocate the science partners for the rest of the term and starts calling out names of who will partner who. His stomach is filled with butterflies, would there be any chance he would be with the girl? Would he actually have a reason to talk to her? His heart pounds in his chest as name after name is called. As each name is shouted out, neither his nor the girls are called, until two remain.
“And James… you can pair up with Alice.”
Alice turns her stool around, leaning into his desk. “Well, I guess that makes us lab partners.” She smiles at James.
After quickly snapping himself out of shock, he reciprocates the smile, “The pleasure is all mine.”
After a bit of small talk, she catches the Powerslam magazine sticking out of James’s bag.
“You’ve got Powerslam? I love wrestling.” She pulls out the magazine and starts to turn the pages.
James looks on in joy, the girl he is pining for, who perhaps he is becoming slightly obsessed with, also loves the other thing he is obsessed with.
He smiles at her, “I love wrestling too.”
After being approached first by the Rottweiler, the Bulldog next walks over.
The big, muscular, ugly as fuck looking thing reminds me of Alex Richards in some way, though I’m sure this mutt has more FIGHT in him the “The King of Mass Confusion”.
If you think you’re confused pal, trust me the whole world is even more CONFUSED. You are a big boy, christ your six foot four and weigh well over three hundred pounds, how the fuck did you get SQUASHED so badly by Walter?
You are the epitome of WASTED POTENTIAL Richards, you have a gift. Do you realise how valuable your size and strength is? Sure anyone can spend a lifetime in a gym lifting until they are jacked to fuck. But you are just naturally a big, strong lad, you’ve probably never lifted weights a day in your life, yet you're still, at times, dominant in the ring.
You have a long list of accolades to your name, being inducted into both the WCF and UCI Hall of Fames, and of course, the first man to hold the WCF, UCI and Action Wrestling World Titles, that is really IMPRESSIVE.
But you were NEVER really the man, more of a transitional champion at best. Now was the time for you to push on and solidify your rule over Action Wrestling, show the roster that Alex Richards is THE MAN at last. But no, like usual, you played your part to a tee like you always do, YOU SHIT THE BED.
You really showed the world what it looks like when a seal is CLUBBED TO DEATH.
I bet you needed a boatload of Zim-quilla to numb the pain, wasting many hours wallowing away in a sea of your own PAIN and SUFFERING in The Drunken Dragon.
You have been lying to the roster, and more importantly to yourself, that you’re main event quality material here in Action Wrestling. Your only real use was being Dandy’s BITCH, carrying out his dirty work during his battles with Lissie Hope, but when you were no longer helpful, you were dumped by Dandy as quickly as you can say “A-Dick”.
How does such an athletic big man as yourself become the target for bullying, when most should fear you? It’s simple, how can a dude who sings “A-Dick’s Enlightenment” be taken seriously with anything. It doesn’t strike fear in my heart, it gives me a fucking HEADACHE, but it definitely isn’t scary, maybe I’ll sing it to you as a lullaby as I’m CHOKING YOU OUT on Monday Night Clash.
I understand how it feels to appreciate success, Evolution III was a momentous night for me, I’ll probably always remember the happiness I felt destroying Kidsgrove, it’ll help me sleep at night, knowing all my hard work paid off. Your performance at Evolution III was a NIGHTMARE, and trust me it’ll haunt you for the rest of your days, the missed opportunity, the FUMBLE in the endzone.
You appreciate success because you have to work for it, yet when the spotlight is firmly on you to perform, you fall short time and time again, XIII was an example of this. After being emotionally abused by Dandy for months, you get your chance to kill him, and you end up FLAT ON YOUR BACK.
Walter uses your own family as a pawn in the lead up to Evolution, even threatening Shaun Zach with a bloody beheaded goat. That would be enough to fire up any man, to go into overkill mode to ensure the perpetrator was eradicated, but again, nothing. You turn up all DAZED AND CONFUSED, probably drank too much Zim-quilla to really give a shit, and you make a mockery of yourself yet again.
On paper, I should fear Alex Richards, a giant of a man, an impressive resume. But in truth, you’re the ANTHONY BENNETT of Action Wrestling, the draft bust who wasted his god-given ability and never lived up to expectation. Maybe I need to knock some sense into you, perhaps another concussion would return you back to the person whose primary goal was to make people suffer and fear him, instead of this Red Toyota Celica driving, song singing, dull excuse for a waste of everyone’s time and money.
It’s a fucking shame the Evolution III main event was wasted with you being booked in it, at least one positive is that the curse of the Havoc Rumble winner not winning the World Title at Evolution has been broken, of course only having a champion such as ALEX RICHARDS could ensure the curse would break.
Over the following weeks begins what would be the groundworks for their future together.
Despite being popular and attractive, Alice also had a passion for wrestling. However hers was through years of watching with her father, and as a popular girl, she didn’t sing it from the rooftops, in fear of losing social placement.
They would chat and joke throughout their science classes together, not a lot of actual work was achieved.
James was convinced that she was the one for him, but lacked confidence. He was a geek, she was a popular girl. She was gorgeous, he, well was an acquired taste at best. But he was nice, and he made her laugh. They had instant chemistry together, he was convinced that she had genuine feelings towards him.
He just wanted to kiss her right there and then, in front of the whole class. He fantasised about it, hoisting her up and laying her on the science desk, as the whole world stood still. But then he would remember that it wasn’t Hollywood, that you can’t just kiss the first girl you talk to and hope that she allows you to lay her on a table.
He wanted to ask her out, he was trying to muster up the courage. His lip quivered, he finally begins to open his mouth to ask the question, when suddenly the bell goes, science class is over.
Alice stops and picks up her bag, a thong sticks out again. She stands back up straight, her hair flicking back.
She smiles at James, “Catch you around.”, She leaves the class with her friends before the words can even leave James’s mouth.
Despite being popular and attractive, Alice also had a passion for wrestling. However hers was through years of watching with her father, and as a popular girl, she didn’t sing it from the rooftops, in fear of losing social placement.
They would chat and joke throughout their science classes together, not a lot of actual work was achieved.
James was convinced that she was the one for him, but lacked confidence. He was a geek, she was a popular girl. She was gorgeous, he, well was an acquired taste at best. But he was nice, and he made her laugh. They had instant chemistry together, he was convinced that she had genuine feelings towards him.
He just wanted to kiss her right there and then, in front of the whole class. He fantasised about it, hoisting her up and laying her on the science desk, as the whole world stood still. But then he would remember that it wasn’t Hollywood, that you can’t just kiss the first girl you talk to and hope that she allows you to lay her on a table.
He wanted to ask her out, he was trying to muster up the courage. His lip quivered, he finally begins to open his mouth to ask the question, when suddenly the bell goes, science class is over.
Alice stops and picks up her bag, a thong sticks out again. She stands back up straight, her hair flicking back.
She smiles at James, “Catch you around.”, She leaves the class with her friends before the words can even leave James’s mouth.
Finally the German Shepherd staggers over to Nightingale and the other dogs.
And here he is, the THOROUGHBRED, Corey Black.
The King of All Wrestlers, you were always good Corey at herding your sheep, first FPV, then Kaiju Collins, may he rest in peace, and now your latest sheep, Graham Baker. Your little flock is quickly DISINTEGRATING, FPV and Collins are gone, just Baker left, soon you’ll truly be The Last King, and I’ll happily DETHRONE you.
You don’t like me, that’s ok because I don’t like you. I respect you, but I don’t like you. You have always turned your nose up at me, you ridicule my appearance, schoolyard shit. Yet the two times I’ve faced you in the ring, I’ve taken you to YOUR LIMIT, and you haven’t ever been able to beat me, nor will you ever.
I won’t ever poke fun at your age, I won’t call you an old man. Because you certainly can still go with the best of them, your historic reign as Hardcore Champion is the evidence of your continued excellence. But I am DIFFERENT from all those other competitors, if I had received a one-on-one opportunity against you for that title, your reign would have DIED at Battlefield at the latest.
We share similar paths into this industry Corey, we both started training at a young age. I know you have suffered loss and hardship in your personal life, it without a doubt shaped you into the man you are today, except the man you are today is missing the key ingredient, CREEPING DEATH.
You had the perfect weapon stored deep inside you, Creeping Death, and you let it move on to Kevin Bishop. I suggest you go pay Kev a visit and claim back old Creeping Death cause you’re gonna need it to SURVIVE Clash. I don’t need to have a hidden persona to get fired up to win the tough ones, I am as strong and dangerous as Creeping Death is all the damn time, rather than having a constant internal struggle to hide away my darkness, I fucking EMBRACED it, and now look at me, I’m the hottest thing going here in Action Wrestling.
It’s a shame you weren’t strong enough to control Creeping Death anymore, when I beat you at Clash, I’ll always wonder what it felt like to face old CD, the original, not the cheap Bishop knockoff.
I envision you’re gonna be fairly pumped up for this fight Corey, I know Walter snubbed you when you called him out for Rush, but got stuck with your little rentboy Graham Baker. Are you hoping to get that Nikki Venus reunion? You’re still perplexed that your most trusted ally is partnered up with one of your sworn enemies. Unfortunately you won’t get that chance for a happy reunion, the only way you get near them is by going full Shinji Kiryu and hiding in the corner of their dressing room like a damn ghost.
Going back to Graham Baker and that match at Rush, damn I thought the Burning Hammer was your be all to end all move, you let that motherfucker KICK OUT of your sacred move? I didn’t drop that move from my arsenal because of gimmick infringement, I dropped it because you made me too ashamed to execute it, I DON’T FEAR YOU’RE BURNING HAMMER, I don’t fear anything about you at all.
Corey Black for nearly two decades has struck fear in competitors hearts, you have been a pillar of this profession. But when I watched you sat in the crowd munching away on popcorn, when you should have been in your hardcore element, that’s when it finally dawned on me, this King has become lazy, he has been fed garbage competition since we last faced each other, padding his victory stats.
I previously vowed in the ring on Clash that once I had eradicated Kidsgrove, I would RETURN for you. I don’t get to take the Hardcore Title from you this week, but perhaps I’ll beat you so badly that you’ll be forced to vacate the title, then Alexander Pasternak can come down and award me with the championship.
I hate everything about you, I will make it my mission to ERADICATE YOU from Action Wrestling. I’ll beat you so badly that you’ll be begging Kevin Bishop to give you back Creeping Death, but that won’t be enough, The Angel of Death TRUMPS Creeping Death every time.
How poetic that I’ll earn my first opportunity for the World Championship by pinning you, and as a result, I’ll then be facing the same man who was the last to pin you in an AW ring before myself.
It’s almost the end of the term, the school will be out for the six-week summer holiday. Classes will be reshuffled, it will be the end of James and Alice’s partnership, at least in the classroom.
The thought of Alice not being in his life for the next six weeks is depressing, he finally feels like he has found the one, and then she’ll be gone.
It is their final science class together, James tries to muster up the courage to ask Alice for her phone number, at least so they could exchange the odd text. But he doesn’t, he hesitates, and before he knows it the bell goes off, and science class is over.
Alice picks up her stuff, “I really have enjoyed being your partner James, I hope you have a good summer, maybe I’ll see you around town?”, She smiles seductively at James and leaves the class.
He is frozen in self-doubt, “Why would a girl like that ever want to go with a boy like me?”, he takes a deep breathe, “Fuck it, I’m done being the underdog.”
James rushes out of the classroom, in the hope of catching Alice. He catches sight of her flowing hair at her locker.
He composes himself for a moment, “Don’t fuck this up.”
He walks up to her, “Hey Alice, I was wondering, would there be any chance I could grab your number? Maybe we could hang out over the summer?”
She pulls her head out from her locker, a large smile on her face. “I thought you’d never ask.”
The thought of Alice not being in his life for the next six weeks is depressing, he finally feels like he has found the one, and then she’ll be gone.
It is their final science class together, James tries to muster up the courage to ask Alice for her phone number, at least so they could exchange the odd text. But he doesn’t, he hesitates, and before he knows it the bell goes off, and science class is over.
Alice picks up her stuff, “I really have enjoyed being your partner James, I hope you have a good summer, maybe I’ll see you around town?”, She smiles seductively at James and leaves the class.
He is frozen in self-doubt, “Why would a girl like that ever want to go with a boy like me?”, he takes a deep breathe, “Fuck it, I’m done being the underdog.”
James rushes out of the classroom, in the hope of catching Alice. He catches sight of her flowing hair at her locker.
He composes himself for a moment, “Don’t fuck this up.”
He walks up to her, “Hey Alice, I was wondering, would there be any chance I could grab your number? Maybe we could hang out over the summer?”
She pulls her head out from her locker, a large smile on her face. “I thought you’d never ask.”
With all three dogs standing in front of Nightingale, he takes one last drag of his cigarette and flicks it away. He then reaches into his jacket and pulls out a handgun, and shoots the Bulldog directly in between the eyes, it immediately slumps to the floor, dead.
Just like Richards, it rolled over and played dead without a fight.
The Rottweiler begins to growl and charges ferociously, attempting to pounce on Nightingale. He pistol whips the dog in mid-air and it falls to the ground. Nightingale then puts his foot onto the dog, trapping it and fires three rounds into its head.
Dandy is a mad fucker, he fights like a caged animal but will be beaten into submission.
The German Shepherd makes a run for it across the car park, fleeing for its life. Nightingale raises the handgun, and after taking aim, shoots the dog in the back, it’s momentum sends it crashing head over tail into a heap on the floor. Nightingale slowly walks over to the gravely injured dog.
Let’s make one thing perfectly clear, all three of my competitors will see me as the weak link in this match. They’ll target me for the pinfall. But they will quickly learn the same mistake that Sam Kidsgrove made when he underestimated me, that I’m NOT A FUCKING UNDERDOG!
ACTION WRESTLING HAS BEEN SLEEPING ON JAMES NIGHTINGALE FOR TOO LONG, EVOLUTION WAS A REMINDER, IT WAS JUST A PREVIEW OF WHAT'S TO COME!
Nightingale stands over the dog, who’s breathing is already labouring. He points the gun down, directly at the dogs head.
THE ANGEL OF DEATH HAS COME FOR ALL OF YOU, PRAY FOR MERCY!
... AND NEVER INTERUPT MY MEETING!
Nightingale fires the handgun.