Post by The Gangsta on Nov 12, 2014 21:18:11 GMT -5
Ante Whitner RP
From Ashes to Dust
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My eyes flickered with bright flashes of light. At times, even with bright flashes of my past. I came to the point where I had to keep my eyes open to witness the true reality of the situation. I placed my burnt, bloodied hands on the sidewalk and crawled from the decaying grass. I laid my head on the grass, picked it up and stumbled to my feet. I yell out:
My eyes flickered with bright flashes of light. At times, even with bright flashes of my past. I came to the point where I had to keep my eyes open to witness the true reality of the situation. I placed my burnt, bloodied hands on the sidewalk and crawled from the decaying grass. I laid my head on the grass, picked it up and stumbled to my feet. I yell out:
“CHRISTA!!!”
“CHRISTA!!!”
No answer. Perhaps I wasn’t loud enough. I wiped the blood and dust from my face as the sirens grew louder. And louder.
I then look behind my aching body to see the Ghost’s Den completely up in flames.
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May 16th, 2005
The Ghost’s Den, Yonkers, New York
I woke up early in the morning, Christa still sound asleep. The noise of the crowd was still beating below us. Damn, do these guys ever sleep? No Ante, they’re Ghosts, remember?
I pull myself out of the little crammed in corner of the closet she made for me. I try to make the least amount of noise as possible. I quickly look at Christa to see if she peered at me. Nope, keep going Ante.
I creak open the door and take a step out of the room. I silently shut her door and tip-toe across the hall. I enter the rotted bathroom that only Larry uses. I creak on the water and brush up my face. I then notice the noise downstairs had stopped. So, apparently Ghosts do sleep. No Ante, they don’t.
I move fast into Christa’s bedroom with the noise seemingly rushing up the staircase. I shut the door hard, waking Christa up.
“Uggh, what’s going on?”
“Uh, nothing Chris…”
A couple of Ghosts kick down the door and rush inside. Christa screams and backs into the corner of the room. They shove me up against the wall.
“So, little Ante likes sneaking up in the middle of the night, huh?”
“Do you want us to show you what happens when you sneak around in the middle of the night?”
Their voices sounded familiar. A little too familiar.
“Get the hell off me jerk-offs!”
The two guys chuckle.
“You want us to have fun on top of you again?”
I 
ing knew it. It was the guys who raped me two nights before. I felt my eyes bleed and suddenly turn red. My face turned red as well. My body began to shake as I started to bite the guys hand.
ing knew it. It was the guys who raped me two nights before. I felt my eyes bleed and suddenly turn red. My face turned red as well. My body began to shake as I started to bite the guys hand. “AGGGGHHH!!! FUCCKKKK!!!”
The other guy quickly grabbed Christa and held her in front of himself. I proceed to beat the hell out of the guy who attempted to choke me. The Ghost holding Christa then pulled out a knife.
“Don’t make me do it man. I will.”
Christa is crying. As I leap at him, the other Ghost attacks me from behind. He then lifted his fist up when:
“What the is going on here?”
is going on here?” Larry rushed in, seeing me on the floor and Christa being held at knifepoint. The guy on top of me rushed into the other corner with the other guy backing off.
“You know what happens when you with me Neil?!”
with me Neil?!” He rushes over to him and guts him like a fish. His coughs and yells are silenced by the blood pouring out of his mouth. The Ghost in the corner rushes out of the room and Christa and I look away.
I hear the Ghost plop to the floor and the puddle of blood soon finds me. Larry walks over to Christa with the bloodied knife and whispers in her ear.
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The smoke pierced my lungs as I coughed. I hear a faint voice behind me yell out:
“Hey you! Stop where you are!!”
I quickly dashed to the nearby fence and hop over to find the backyard of an abandoned house. I then hop over the fence parallel to the other one. I run behind a dumpster and make a run for it across the street. A car nearly hits me, but I keep going.
I ran down the block to find a treehouse someone had made. I climb into it and peer out of a little crevice to see the cops searching for me. I hear them yelling out:
“Hey, come out wherever you are! We know you were one of them!”
Their yells became softer and their lights turned dimmer until there was nothing. What did I create? What did I do? What the hell happened?
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May 23rd, 2005
The Ghost’s Den, Yonkers, New York
“Hey, get in, quick. I have somethin’ to show ya.”
I remember when Frankie said something like that a couple of years ago and they were tickets to WFWF Battle at the Garden. I was not expecting anything great.
“Take a look at what I found.”
She pulled out an 8x10 photo of Raider, the current WFWF World Heavyweight Champion. It was signed in a black sharpie and in almost mint condition.
“Where did you get this?!”
“Haha, I found it in the dumpster across the street. I thought you may like it.”
“This is great Christa. Uh, thank you.”
“No problem Ante. Just remember, these guys are real men. The things they go through physically and mentally excruciate their bodies to a point where they can barely take it anymore. But, if you think about it, in the end, they’ll hold up a piece of gold and get some bragging rights. I guess that is pretty cool.”
At that moment, I realized that these guys are just like me. They are abused daily and their heads get messed up. But, how in the hell would I be able to hold up a solid piece of championship gold? I’m just a misfit who never goes to school because of his drunken father and his drug addicted brother. Hell, I’m in the Ghost’s Den right now because none of them can support me as neither a son nor a brother.
Christa and I suddenly hear footsteps approaching our door.
“Quickly, hide that!”
I hide the photo of Raider and plop into my little corner. Larry then opens the door.
“Hey, Christa, can I speak to you for a minute?”
“Um, sure.”
I felt the sense of worry in her tone. I don’t know what the hell these two do together and how it affects the overall attitude of the Ghost’s Den. Is it truly a sanctuary for the misfits of society or is it a requiem for something else? I guess some questions are never meant to be answered.
It took a long ten minutes before Christa returned. As she sat back on the floor in silence, I asked her:
“What’s going on between you two? I see those pictures on the wall and you two frequently talk to each other. What’s going on?”
“Uh, it’s…nothing..Ante.”
“There is something. And I’m about to find out.”
I rise from my corner of the room.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to confront this psycho if he ever laid a finger on you.”
“No Ante, wait!”
“If you’re not willing to tell me what’s going on then I’ll take care of it on my own.”
“Larry and I are married.”
My eyes widened. The girl I had a little crush on suddenly just told me she is married to the leader of the Ghost’s Den.
“What?”
“We were engaged before this entire Ghosts thing began. I fell madly in love with him when…”
“But he’s like fifteen years older than you! You’re ing sixteen.”
ing sixteen.” “I know Ante. He offered me a place to stay when my mom committed suicide. Then, of course, he got into the whole drug trafficking thing and became a different person.”
“Then, why don’t you just leave him?”
“Do you see what this man does? He gutted Neil open like a fish just a few days ago. Trust me, he’s done worse in the past.”
“But it looked like he was protecting you.”
“Yeah he was. But only for the purpose of me being his ing slave. I do everything for him when you go out to try and find food. He makes me bathe with him, wash his clothes, have sex on a daily basis. You name it, he’s made me do it.”
ing slave. I do everything for him when you go out to try and find food. He makes me bathe with him, wash his clothes, have sex on a daily basis. You name it, he’s made me do it.” At that moment, I was ready to leave the room again.
“No, please, Ante. You don’t understand what he will do to you.”
“I’m ready to face him.”
“No, just think of that guy Raider you were just looking at. He’s a big guy, but there’s something that indicates he’s been through a lot in his life. Larry is one of those guys and you do not want to mess with him.”
“Well then I might just have to be Rupert Jee and go after that title. But, in this circumstance, I’m not going for his title of leader of the Ghosts. No, I’m going for his head.”
I stormed off with the rage fueled in my eyes. It felt like I was in slow-motion running down that hall. I could barely hear Christa calling me from behind. All I saw was red, fiery smoke fuming out of my nose. Then, I approached his room. At the moment of escaping the flames, I didn’t remember what had happened until weeks later with the appointments with Dr. Travis.
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It all just boils down to a single point to make a person snap. When they snap, they lose all control and feeling in their bodies and go into an ignorant state of rage and violence. The wise leader, Malcolm X once said, “Sometimes you have to pick the gun up to put the gun down.” And when you fire that gun, the other one fades to black.
If you think about it, Daniel, the name for this event is called Black Friday for a reason. The ashes remaining from the single gunshot in a world full of gunshots can either build or destroy one’s entire pride. And of course, ashes are black so it makes sense, right?
You know what also has the color black. A secretive, cold, slimy, leech. Leeches feed on the blood resulting from an injury. They’ll suck it up and use it for their own good. Maybe that person could have used that excess blood to make a drink and scare their enemies. The whole world knows that you have a massive leech on your hands and that is David Brennan.
Brennan gets driven to places by you. Brennan may get money off of you. Hell, you are feeding him what he needs and that is the glory of his old time. He’s long gone from the WFWF and his days are over. The last thing you need is this leech sucking the blood you shed in your match with Joe Bishop and use it for his own personal gain. Perhaps you could have used that blood and inserted it back into your bloodstream to take care of your post-first loss troubles. Everyone needs to shoot up sometimes, right? For a little refresh in life? Or maybe it releases you out of the void created by the misfortunes of the WFWF. I know Brennan has done it. That’s why he’s with you in the first place. He was taken out of active competition based on his failed drug tests.
I’m trying to save you Daniel. You have way too many problems on your hands. You have the National Champion to step up to and you have David Brennan sucking off the remains of your once dominant self. You were undefeated for crying aloud. But, in a single moment, everything you had worked up to was destroyed.
Crushed.
Defeated.
Broken.
Black Friday holds no chances to turn back. Joe Bishop never turned back when he joined the Final Revolution. Dave Demento never turned back when he joined the Saviors of Salvation. DMK never turned back when he formed the KoKaine Konspiracy. You and I are one of the few that remain alone in a period of warring states.
But, no one knows what the future may hold. Perhaps you will get another loss on your record or you will join the faction of your enemy Joe Bishop. You are a worthy opponent, Daniel, but I don’t know if life’s misfortunes may finally hit you before our match at Black Friday. Maybe you are stricken with a fever and not able to compete. Maybe a mysterious force will knock you out cold as you approach the ramp to make your entrance. No one knows what the future will hold.
The future does hold a bright image of a man who stands above his foes with a shiny, red, white and blue title above his head. That man is Ante Whitner. I heard he is great, despite the troubles he has had in his life. Maybe you should be just like him. Develop a dangerous disease that messes with you in the brain and makes things you shouldn’t do. Go ahead Daniel, no one is stopping you.
I never stopped when the Ghost’s Den was set aflame. I stumbled to my feet and ran until I was assured enough I was safe. The ashes are still attached to me on this very day. Soon, they will be dust when no one remembers where they came from or if they even existed.
The ashes that haven’t been sucked up by the leech are still on you from Men & Monsters. It just matters whether I turn them into dust on Black Friday.
And I will make sure they turn to dust on Black Friday.
I dont know good luck 
