Post by Crash Rodriguez on Oct 3, 2019 22:54:50 GMT -6
This table. This glass top table. I relate to it. Once clear and easily seen through. Now it lays smudged, dusty and cracked. Hardly able to see through the blood stains, cigarette ashes and spilled tequila. It's what people like me do. We break and destroy.
"WE RIP AWAY CAREERS AND LEAVE MEN WITH PTSD"
I throw back one of my many shots of tequila. They litter across this table like the aluminum remains of beer cans after being shot by Cousin Cletus and his 12 Gauge.
"Cousin Cletus? We have no Cousin Cletus. We have a cousin Mateo. But no. No Cousin Cletus."
This voice it's become more stable. Before it was only shouts and wails periodically leaving my body. But now. The violent side seems to be another half. I swear I've reached the end of my sanity. It wasn't always s-
BRRRRNG! BRRRRNG!
"We should answer that"
I grab my phone as it vibrates on my table, that insidious noise of plastic rattling on wood is too much to bear. I slide to answer as the third ring begins.
"Hello?"
The voice answers. It takes 2 words before I realize it's Jace.
"Yeah I'm up. Why the call?"
I shoot back the next shot of tequila. He's right, I've been dark.
"We are about to get a lot darker"
"Yeah man. Sorry, just… The number keeps screaming so I wanted to numb the senses a bit"
His words make sense. Perfect sense.
"You know we really like this kid."
I blink. Rapidly. Heavy. Father. He understands one of many plagues that dart around in this old skull of mine. But there's more that leaches on me. That number. Her.
"The absolute carnage we shall rain down at Homecoming! Think how we'll tear The Danger Boyz flesh by flesh."
This broken half of me.
"I'm just excited for what I get to do this Friday. Drinking a bit to calm the jitters"
I can feel the upcoming violence. The adrenaline is overwhelming. I can hardly pay attention.
"We heard every word. He wants us to win those shiny belts."
Jesus Christ, how real is this voice? Am i even in control anymore? God I don't care for that stupid little trophy.
"Can you imagine that, though? We will finally get a golden pants holder."
I'd only trash it. I don't care for gold. I don't care for titles. But I must admit taking the gold from under those two idiots' noses sounds fun.
"I don't care for the strap, you can lug around both of them for all I care. Shit, let's burn em even. I'm more interested in the approaching agony. What hell I'll put em through. About the torture my body will face."
My eyes stare at the remaining glass of tequila as my brother in arms speaks. I catch a few words. Pain. Can't hurt us. Does anything hurt me anymore?
"The pain reminds us that we're alive."
"I'd love to see them try. I'm going out there to send my message. Destruction can be beautiful, and GCWA needs a face lift."
I can tell by his words that he gets me. In a weird way. Sometimes I feel bad for smashing that hammer over his head months back. Sometimes I feel like he needed that hammer to the cranium.
"You know we loved it when we rang his bell. Don't feel bad… He deserved it."
I don't know if he did. I was in a bad place. I'm in a bad place. I'll make GCWA a bad place.
"The sins of our fathers have fallen upon us, The Prodigal Sons. Let's shower them in our sin. Show them our world."
"THAT'S MORE FUCKING LIKE IT!"
As I listen to Jace speak, I slam another shot. I need to calm my nerves.
"We're fucking pumped"
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
I hear thuds pound out at my front door. I close my eyes, this can't be happening right now. I've missed everything he said.
"You don't need to tell me twice, but I got a knock at my door. I'm gonna have to let you go for now."
I walk towards my simple brown door. The wood hardly hidden by the shabby paint job. As I hear a shuffling from behind the door I swing it open, and I am face to face with my visitor.
A short, portly man, slightly resembling an overweight Teller. I'm slightly amused as he sticks his hand out towards me. Between his fat little fingers is a small folded piece of paper. He nods at me to take it, so I do and he waddles off down the hallway. As my door thuds close I can feel my chest gain 50 pounds, my forehead is perspiring and my vision goes into a blur.
"Oh well if it ain't our wonderfully delicious enigma."
Nines. Scribbled on the page. I can feel the world shake as it prepares to regurgitate me. Fuck. Fuck. What do I do?
"SON OF A BIIITCH! What do you want? Why are you taunting me?"
"We need this. Hold it. The Danger Boyz will feel this. The number. We will discover it. We just gotta stick together. We are the same."
No you're a figment of my imagination. But he's right. I'll want to use this for them. For everything to come.
"At Homecoming we're bringing a new age. I'll slaughter and gut those has-beens. They won't see their next tag gold for as long as we hold that gold. We. Will. Kill."
I can feel the other voice smiling. This is our balance. This number makes us see eye to eye. He's happy getting his way. But I demand answers.
But for now we'll tear our opponents limb from limb. We'll scatter their teeth across the arena. We'll paint the mat with blood. I'll hurt them to hurt them. I'm out for absolute destruction.
"See we are the violent one"
He's right. All I can do is what I've been doing. Drink to numb. Drink to suppress. Drink to stay calm. Three shots back to back. Let's head out.
It's later. That was fast. How did I get here. Where am I? I look up and see the new GCWA Arena. I don't understand how the hell I got here. Wait. I took a cab.
"We need to man up and go inside"
No. We're close enough. I'm as close as I need to be. Inside there lies my future battleground. I want to soak in the arena when I finally get my bloodbath.
"We think brilliantly. That we do!"
This era of GCWA is mine now. Nothing is standing in my way. So lets take out the old dogs and show that me and Jace are here to fucking takeover. GCWA is now ours. And we're going to tear through this fucking place until I'm bored.
That's how this shit is going down. So at Homecoming, we wont just be winning the titles. We're beginning our conquest. So run, hide, do whatever you please. Everybody is our target now.
"WE RIP AWAY CAREERS AND LEAVE MEN WITH PTSD"
I throw back one of my many shots of tequila. They litter across this table like the aluminum remains of beer cans after being shot by Cousin Cletus and his 12 Gauge.
"Cousin Cletus? We have no Cousin Cletus. We have a cousin Mateo. But no. No Cousin Cletus."
This voice it's become more stable. Before it was only shouts and wails periodically leaving my body. But now. The violent side seems to be another half. I swear I've reached the end of my sanity. It wasn't always s-
BRRRRNG! BRRRRNG!
"We should answer that"
I grab my phone as it vibrates on my table, that insidious noise of plastic rattling on wood is too much to bear. I slide to answer as the third ring begins.
"Hello?"
The voice answers. It takes 2 words before I realize it's Jace.
"Yeah I'm up. Why the call?"
I shoot back the next shot of tequila. He's right, I've been dark.
"We are about to get a lot darker"
"Yeah man. Sorry, just… The number keeps screaming so I wanted to numb the senses a bit"
His words make sense. Perfect sense.
"You know we really like this kid."
I blink. Rapidly. Heavy. Father. He understands one of many plagues that dart around in this old skull of mine. But there's more that leaches on me. That number. Her.
"The absolute carnage we shall rain down at Homecoming! Think how we'll tear The Danger Boyz flesh by flesh."
This broken half of me.
"I'm just excited for what I get to do this Friday. Drinking a bit to calm the jitters"
I can feel the upcoming violence. The adrenaline is overwhelming. I can hardly pay attention.
"We heard every word. He wants us to win those shiny belts."
Jesus Christ, how real is this voice? Am i even in control anymore? God I don't care for that stupid little trophy.
"Can you imagine that, though? We will finally get a golden pants holder."
I'd only trash it. I don't care for gold. I don't care for titles. But I must admit taking the gold from under those two idiots' noses sounds fun.
"I don't care for the strap, you can lug around both of them for all I care. Shit, let's burn em even. I'm more interested in the approaching agony. What hell I'll put em through. About the torture my body will face."
My eyes stare at the remaining glass of tequila as my brother in arms speaks. I catch a few words. Pain. Can't hurt us. Does anything hurt me anymore?
"The pain reminds us that we're alive."
"I'd love to see them try. I'm going out there to send my message. Destruction can be beautiful, and GCWA needs a face lift."
I can tell by his words that he gets me. In a weird way. Sometimes I feel bad for smashing that hammer over his head months back. Sometimes I feel like he needed that hammer to the cranium.
"You know we loved it when we rang his bell. Don't feel bad… He deserved it."
I don't know if he did. I was in a bad place. I'm in a bad place. I'll make GCWA a bad place.
"The sins of our fathers have fallen upon us, The Prodigal Sons. Let's shower them in our sin. Show them our world."
"THAT'S MORE FUCKING LIKE IT!"
As I listen to Jace speak, I slam another shot. I need to calm my nerves.
"We're fucking pumped"
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
I hear thuds pound out at my front door. I close my eyes, this can't be happening right now. I've missed everything he said.
"You don't need to tell me twice, but I got a knock at my door. I'm gonna have to let you go for now."
I walk towards my simple brown door. The wood hardly hidden by the shabby paint job. As I hear a shuffling from behind the door I swing it open, and I am face to face with my visitor.
A short, portly man, slightly resembling an overweight Teller. I'm slightly amused as he sticks his hand out towards me. Between his fat little fingers is a small folded piece of paper. He nods at me to take it, so I do and he waddles off down the hallway. As my door thuds close I can feel my chest gain 50 pounds, my forehead is perspiring and my vision goes into a blur.
"Oh well if it ain't our wonderfully delicious enigma."
Nines. Scribbled on the page. I can feel the world shake as it prepares to regurgitate me. Fuck. Fuck. What do I do?
"SON OF A BIIITCH! What do you want? Why are you taunting me?"
"We need this. Hold it. The Danger Boyz will feel this. The number. We will discover it. We just gotta stick together. We are the same."
No you're a figment of my imagination. But he's right. I'll want to use this for them. For everything to come.
"At Homecoming we're bringing a new age. I'll slaughter and gut those has-beens. They won't see their next tag gold for as long as we hold that gold. We. Will. Kill."
I can feel the other voice smiling. This is our balance. This number makes us see eye to eye. He's happy getting his way. But I demand answers.
But for now we'll tear our opponents limb from limb. We'll scatter their teeth across the arena. We'll paint the mat with blood. I'll hurt them to hurt them. I'm out for absolute destruction.
"See we are the violent one"
He's right. All I can do is what I've been doing. Drink to numb. Drink to suppress. Drink to stay calm. Three shots back to back. Let's head out.
It's later. That was fast. How did I get here. Where am I? I look up and see the new GCWA Arena. I don't understand how the hell I got here. Wait. I took a cab.
"We need to man up and go inside"
No. We're close enough. I'm as close as I need to be. Inside there lies my future battleground. I want to soak in the arena when I finally get my bloodbath.
"We think brilliantly. That we do!"
This era of GCWA is mine now. Nothing is standing in my way. So lets take out the old dogs and show that me and Jace are here to fucking takeover. GCWA is now ours. And we're going to tear through this fucking place until I'm bored.
That's how this shit is going down. So at Homecoming, we wont just be winning the titles. We're beginning our conquest. So run, hide, do whatever you please. Everybody is our target now.