Post by The Gangsta on Sept 26, 2014 10:54:51 GMT -5
Ante Whitner RP
Ghost in the Mist
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September 15th, 2014
WFWF Presents “Grudge”
Indianapolis, Indiana
There I stood, trading punches with Nikki Dean. The crowd was roaring, the blood and sweat was dripping. My moment was about to come any minute now.
BOOM! Basement superkick, and my
ing tooth is gone. I squirm on the mat, writhing in pain. I put my hand in my mouth to feel the empty space that Nikki gave me. The blood rushes out, breaking free from its sins I’ve cost them over the years. More fighting ensued and then, 1....
2.....
3!
There was nothing left I could do. I guess I can consider that losing my tooth told me that I lost the match. That bitch was a tough fighter, let me tell you that. I’ve never fought a woman that tough and defensive of her title. I kind of respect her as a fighter, but despise her as a person.
I crawl out of the ring, fall onto the black mat below, and stumble backstage. Some of the WFWF wrestlers were staring at me and what I had just gone through. I was evaluated by the medical staff to see if I was alright. They haven’t seen that much brutality since Schneider vs. Drakz at Superbrawl VIII.
“Get the
off me. I can walk it off, I ain’t a in’ ****.” I quickly grab my crap and leave. I open the door to my car and just stare at the mirror. I punch it and scream, “FFUUUUCCCKKKK!!!” I drove off in a very violent fashion, never looking back at that wretched arena.
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And here I am, sitting in a rocking chair, counting the days as they go by, waiting for my next time to strike. The Saviors of Salvation cannot save me from anything. My sins will never leave this body, hell; it will never leave this soul as long as this ing disorder is there.
ing disorder is there. Now, particularly, there is one thing that this group needs and that is true pain. A man like me who experiences pain on a daily basis isn’t enough. They need someone like Penny Shannon. And they do. But, after I physically, emotionally, and mentally scar her at Takeover, I would say the SOS got some advantage on their side.
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June 3rd, 2005
Yonkers City Hospital, Yonkers
“Uggghhh.”
“Hey, uh, nurse. He’s waking up.”
At the corner of my eye, I see Charlie sitting in a folding chair and a nurse rushing into the room.
“Where am I?”
“Hospital, you don’t remember what happened yesterday?”
My mind is scrambling to remember what had happened yesterday. Meanwhile, there is a biging Hispanic nurse climbing over me to unhook some wires. My train of thought is spiraling out of course, my mind is crumbling.
My mind is scrambling to remember what had happened yesterday. Meanwhile, there is a big
ing Hispanic nurse climbing over me to unhook some wires. My train of thought is spiraling out of course, my mind is crumbling.“I DON’T KNOW CHARLIE!!!! WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED?!!!”
My brother and the nurse stepped back a little.
“Uh, you don’t have to scream in my in' face man.”
in' face man.” “I CAN SCREAM WHENEVER I ING WANT TO CHARLIE!!!!! FFFUUUCCCKKK!!! FFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!”
ING WANT TO CHARLIE!!!!! FFFUUUCCCKKK!!! FFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!”The nurse quickly left the room, calling in more nurses to try and detain me. I was uncontrollable, my mind was in shambles and the only thing I had control of was my arms and legs.
“GET THE OFF ME!”
OFF ME!” “DING DING DING!”
And the battle royal is on.
I shove one of the nurses off of me and attempt to get up. I stumble a little and next thing I know is I’m on the ground.
“Ante can capitalize here!”
“UGGGHHH, GET OFF OF ME!”
My brother Charlie quickly gets the anesthesia needle that was sitting on the tray and quickly jabs it into me.
“And Charlie eliminates Ante, that’s it folks. Charlie has won the match!”
“Ahhhh, you….in’….back..stabbing….bitch…”
in’….back..stabbing….bitch…”Next thing I knew was I completely blacked out, again.
The Next Morning...
My eyes shutter open to see a few doctors in my room, no Charlie or nurses. I look at my arms and legs and see that they are attached to the bed. The doctors then converse with one another.
“Hey guys, what are you in’ lookin’ at?”
in’ lookin’ at?” The doctors then turn their attention to me.
“Hello, um, Ante. I am Doctor Harold Travis and I want to chat with you.”
What the hell is this? A little chat?
“No, you can’t have a little ‘chat’ with me.”
“Ante, we are looking to help you, not hurt you.”
“Oh yeah, that’s what you said when you jabbed that in’ needle in me to make me go to sleep.”
in’ needle in me to make me go to sleep.” “Your brother, Charlie, did that Ante. But, that is not the point we are trying to make here. What we want to tell you is that you are currently going through a mental defragmentation process where your mind will feel like it is going ‘insane’. After this process, your mind will feel weakened and you will not have the same control of your mind as you used to be. Ante, you are diagnosed with type one Bipolar disorder.”
What? Now I am a certified, legit, ing maniac?
ing maniac? “What the hell do you mean you little crap?”
I spit at Travis’s face. I squirm around to try and break free. My mind is starting to spin again.
“Look Ante, we are here to help you, so that means you have to cooperate too. Okay?”
I felt like I was being scolded, like a kid in kindergarten.
“Try and help me doc and you’ll find nothing of ease. My mind is going ing insane and I knew it the first thing when I left the Ghost’s….Den.”
ing insane and I knew it the first thing when I left the Ghost’s….Den.” I came to sudden realization that why my mind had gone insane was because of the Ghost’s Den. Why I had blacked out the other day, why I’m currently strapped to a bed, it all makes sense now.
The doctors quickly grab their clipboards and begin to write. They had struck the gold now.
“Ghost’s Den? What is that Ante?”
“It’s…a… place.”
My mind is holding me back to spitting it all out. The drugs, the rape, the torture. The more I thought about it, the more my mind freed me. Next thing I knew, it all came out.
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Well, well, well. Penny Shannon has stepped up to call me, the Eagle, to come out and play. Let me tell you Penny, this isn’t going to be a stroll in the park for you. Sure you are a very violent little girl, but the thing is, you don’t have that “it” factor to capitalized and win this one.
It doesn’t matter what I want or what they want, I see fear in my opponents’ eyes and carefully seek to end their misery. Oh, poor little Penny crying on the mat of the ring, trying to get up and fight. Oh no, here comes Ante again. Sigh. I’m not a ing mental patient Penny. You can’t just challenge me to prove your worth to your fellow SOS members so you can show them what a true leader you could be when you fight the KKK at next month’s event.
ing mental patient Penny. You can’t just challenge me to prove your worth to your fellow SOS members so you can show them what a true leader you could be when you fight the KKK at next month’s event. I’m grinning at these words that come out my mouth. They are so damn uncontrollable and so funny that I begin to realize why you can’t win this one. You are that missing puzzle piece to the SOS, the one that doesn’t fit in correctly. Trust me I know how you feel, broken and mistrusted. But then, you violently insert yourself into that puzzle to make it fit and then when you put everything else together, your piece just doesn’t look right. The puzzle is all of the people you trust, your Saviors of Salvation, your loyal fans, your family and friends, yet you are the one who can’t fit in. Funny, ain’t it?
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May 14th, 2005
The Ghost’s Den, Yonkers
I knock on the door outside.
“Hello? Is anybody there?”
A man, frail-looking, greets me at the door.
“What do you want man?”
“I’m looking to seek refuge in this place.”
The guy laughs.
“What do you think this is, Hotel Motel Holiday Inn? Get lost kid.”
As the man closes the door, I hold it open.
“I need to stay here.”
“I need to stay here.”
“I warn you dude, for the sake of your own good…”
“Hey, who is this Marty?
A man walks behind the guy who greeted me at the door.
“What’s your name man?”
“Ante.”
“Alright Ante, you could stay here for a little. My name is Larry, or you could call me La Fantasma.”
This place gave me chills as I walked in to see various people having sex, doing drugs, and arguing with one another. I was way larger on the inside than the out. Smoke suffocated me, the various screams and yells deafened me and the flashing lights blinded me.
Larry began to proceed to a room. I saw cracks in the wall, cigarette butts and dead mice laying around the room.
“Here you go Ante. You can sleep here for a little while.”
“Um, thank you Larry.”
This place had warning signs all over it. But, from what I’ve heard from Frankie and other people around town, this is the only place to stay.
Within minutes, I tried to find a way out. I saw a window at the end of the hall and ran for it. But to add to my luck, two guys jumped out and grabbed me.
“Where do you think you’re goin’?”
“LET ME GO!!!!”
“You ain’t goin’ anywhere kid.”
They then pushed me into their room, locked the door, and proceeded to undress me. It was the scariest thing I’ve ever been through.
“Hahahaha, this should be good.”
They covered my mouth and raped me. My heart was racing, my mind was boggling and I couldn’t keep up anymore. I blacked out.
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And here I am Penny, waiting for your attempt to break me. Thing is Penny, I’m already broken, I’ve gone through some pretty bad
ing crap in my lifetime and I’m sure that I’m not done yet. But, this match isn’t about me; it’s about the pain I will cause you. The Ghosts made me go insane. Their voices echo in my head still to this day. They hide in the mist and attack at the crack of dawn. There is no chance for escape. There is no time for salvation.
Come Takeover Penny, I am going to turn into something I hate and brutally tear apart your soul to make you like me, a bipolar maniac. I’ll infect you with my poison and scratch at the eyes of your once normal self.
There is no time for salvation now. You have fallen into the Eagle’s Den.
Welcome Penny, have a great stay.
