Post by The Gangsta on Mar 2, 2015 22:17:13 GMT -5
Ante Whitner RP
Evolve
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It’s been a short time since I made my presence known in the WFWF. In a span of just a few months, I debuted and won the National title, a title held by the likes of Drakz, Reverend Shadow, Trace Demon, and many more. What I achieved is nothing more than an example of evolving into something greater.
Deep inside an animal’s genes is coiled up strands of deoxyribonucleic acid, or colloquially known to everyone as DNA, and in each strand, specific codes determine the strengths and weaknesses of that animal. Some are given the genes of a race horse and some are given the genes of a mule, yet even the weakest of breeds are able to evolve into something greater. Something larger than life itself.
My choice to become a prominent member of the KKK army gave me a higher advantage that no one else in this business could possibly achieve. Not even poor Josh Dean could achieve the remarkable advantage that I possess. And most certainly not Chase Landon either. Deep in my DNA, laced with the ecstasy and THC of the KKK, the adenine, thymine, guanine, and cytosine compacted together to form a heavy and destructive form of steel.
That’s right. Ante Whitner’s DNA is made of f*cking steel. Steel that can’t be rusted nor tampered with. It isn’t bendable as some of the others. It doesn’t leave a nasty smell like some do. Who knows if it’s made of gold, platinum, or silver? All I know is that my genes are made of pure steel, intertwined with the KKK’s influence.
So, who will evolve and who won’t? That’s all determined by the will to survive. In a business like this, survival lets you develop necessary skills in order to take on the real world. Without survival, you will perish along with the others. Nikki Dean, Axel Thornstowe, Shapiro, and Devilkiller are few names that come to mind when I think of those who lacked survival skills to continue further in the deep void that WFWF has created over the years.
A void. An empty, dark, void. A void where reality meets the nightmare we all live in. This everlasting nightmare would fuse into the reality of the universe and how we all were created at the disposal of energy. Too bad that void never existed, nor will it ever exist. Evolution exists. Evolution; the greater force behind forming bonds over time to express the reality of the universe. That reality is that everyone changes. No one can stay the same forever. Some will try to remain dormant, but they will perish.
Ever since I laid my eyes on Josh Dean and Chase Landon, there was a mixed feeling behind their eyes that reveal troubling pasts. Yet, they still remain the same. Are they zombies of the world’s corruption? Are they victims of a greater force? Are they the products of evolution? No, no, no.
They just haven’t experienced evolution yet.
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December 16th, 2014
DMK: You’re pretty familiar with me Ante, right?
Ante: Yeah.
Sitting in the back of a white van with a seven-foot monster and a ninja right next to me kind of set the tone of what I was in for. A beating? A question? A proclamation?
DMK: We’re almost there Ante. Sit tight.
We pulled up to the Cabo Frio International Airport. Where the hell is this midget taking me? DMK directs Samael and Tugarin to pull me out of the van. The smell was familiar, yet a bit different.
Samael: So, are we going to ‘you know where?’
DMK: Yup. We’re gonna discuss the stuff with him.
Ante: What stuff?
Tugarin strengths his grip on my wrist.
DMK: We’ll tell ya when we get there psycho dude.
As we walk into the airport, the expressions of the civilians’ faces went blank. I mean, it’s not every day you see a group of misfits like these guys. DMK brings us to a private hangar where a black jet waits for us.
Ante: Seriously, where the f*ck are you taking me?
Samael: Relax dude. You’re not getting hurt or anything.
Ante: Then I have a right to know where I’m going.
DMK turns around with an annoyed grin.
DMK: I’m takin’ you to Seattle jerkoff. Just chillax.
I felt Tugarin’s grip slowly loosen as I board the jet. I can probably kill this f*ckin’ midget if he and his buttbudies are kidnapping me.
DMK: So, when the hell did you move to Miami? You know they don’t like New Yorkers around here.
Ante: I had to take my mind off of Yonkers. All the sh*t that happened with my family and friends was overwhelming. I just…
DMK: Who needs family? I don’t have a family, do you Samael?
Samael: Not anymore.
DMK: Tugarin?
Tugarin: No.
DMK: So, we’re all good. Tell me the real reason you’re out in a town with beautiful babes like Miami.
This bunghole was pissing me off. I felt like I was in an interrogation room with these three guys in front of me with blank stares and cold faces.
Ante: I just told…
DMK: Don’t give me that bullsh*t Ante. I know who you are. I know everything that has happened to you. It’s nowhere near as bad as some people have it. Tell me why you’re in Miami.
Ante: Oh, I see. You want to try and mindf*ck me like you did to these brain-dead idiots over here. I’m a bit tougher to crack than…
Samael: Ante, he’s not here to corrupt you. He wants you to think. If you proclaim yourself as some bloodied eagle, then tell us how you think.
There was a silence in the jet for a few minutes. The pilot over the speaker then came onto the speaker.
Pilot: We’ll be landing shortly your highness.
DMK utters a sharp, witty remark that misses my ear. The jet makes a few screeching noises and poof, we’re in Seattle. The rain bounces off of DMK’s little bald head as he smokes a joint.
DMK: Alright Ante. Welcome to Seattle. Nice, huh? Don’t answer that. Listen, you’re gonna follow us and you’re gonna like it.
Ante: Okay?
Samael: Didn’t expect you to be an ass-kisser.
DMK: He ain’t an ass-kisser Samael. He’s listening to his lord.
Lord? What the f*ck? Why the hell am I in Seattle?
DMK points to a black SUV with a few modifications on it.
DMK: Welcome to my ride. Hop in.
I enter his SUV where I find packs of cocaine and broken bongs in the back. How did he get past the cops with this thing?
Samael: Don’t worry about that. That’s his strippers’ sh*t.
Ante: Strippers?
DMK: Yeah. We’re heading to my strip club downtown.
I can’t figure this guy out. What the hell does he do besides drugs all day?
We reach his strip club. The girls gush as DMK exits the vehicle. A couple of the girls look at me with alluring eyes. I hear a little gossip as I’m about to enter the club.
DMK: Wait, why the are you here?
DMK starts to talk to someone inside the club that I can’t see clearly.
Samael: I think it’s best you and I stay outside while DMK talks with him.
Ante: Who’s ‘him?’
Samael: It’s best that you don’t know.
Who is it? Is he a fellow dealer of his? A pimp?
Samael: I’ll head in and see what’s going on. Stay here.
That’s fine. I’ll stand out in the freezing rain while you go in and leave me here.
After about fifteen minutes, the mysterious figure walks out and DMK calls me in. I look back at the man and he looks at me. It was Michael Kyzer, the God of F*ck in the flesh.
DMK: Get the hell in here. Don’t worry about him.
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Josh, you and I know each other pretty well. A few months back, I antagonized your plastic wife and your little band of bungholes. I have changed drastically since then. I’ve evolved. You’ve evolved. It’s a clash of different eras. I represent the future and you represent the present. We are all climbing to the top of this great food chain. But, you stepped into a ring with an eagle drenched in the blood of his opponents. Devilkiller blindsided me at the Clash and he got what was coming to him in Seattle. No one has ever seen him since. And after Paradigm, no one will ever see you or your plastic wife ever again.
That leads to you Chase, the little wildcard in this mess. You came up short against my fellow KKK members, Samael Ahriman and Tugarin Zmey. So that gives you the right to challenge me for an act of revenge? I don’t believe so because you signed up for a death penalty at the expense of my hands. You can bitch and moan all you want, but you and Josh will be on the floor hailing to me, the victor.
Whether the factions in the WFWF eventually clash and battle for supremacy, the KKK will hold the WFWF hostage. The SOS will fall from the influences of the KKK. The Final Revolution will fall from the distrust within the group. Hollywood Unhinged will fall to the reality of this business. And all the others will bow down before the KoKaine Konspiracy.
Diamond Jack Sabbath acquired the right to fight me for the title, yet you two are in my way. The road to Endgame is drawing to an end and you two are just additions to a long list of enemies who have fallen to King Ante Whitner.
Ante has evolved. The KKK has evolved. Who will evolve next? Josh Dean? Chase Landon?
Who knows? They'll have to break out of their shell to overcome their fears. Evolution will hit them harder than a ton of bricks and they will have to make a vital decision in their futures. Will they leave their stables or will they remain the same?
Evolution is upon all of us. It's time we all embrace it.