Post by Kill Em' All on Mar 23, 2021 22:35:56 GMT -5
''Full Circle: Final Rights''
You know Ryan; this could be this great triumphant return. This great story book redemption; the 2 year battle and recovery story. This final end to our saga.
But; I live in a reality Ryan. You went away a long time; you even hid behind my name and memory. But; I’m not that stupid; Ryan.
You know that; you’ve hid. You went into hiding because every single; living; breathing f***ing moment you knew I was coming for you.
Every hour of the day; every single breathe you took. You tried to live a normal life; so did I. I’m not going to lie; Ryan I forgot about you for long time.
See this great idea; you thought I was dead. Now I’ll give you; your credit. You came pretty close. I was in a coma; and was on my deathbed.
I went to another dimension; some may just think it’s this deep sleep stuff. And I am sure Daniel Knight; or some “science major” will write me off as crazy.
We’ve established I am sick in the head; that’s who Chris Priceless is. But I laid in coma; I woke up.
I was in elementary school again. The same elementary school from the late 2000s; same teachers same everything.
I see myself; I’m 7 years old again. Buzz cut; white pollo; navy blue sweat pants like the little guido I was. I was getting attacked; by Shawn Smith.
He would be the Ryan to my Priceless if this was 2007. I went into a rage; I was screaming at the kids. Trying to grab a teacher or break up myself.
No one heard me; I was yelling like a mad man. Nothing but sheer rage; but next thing you know everything faded to sand.
I was at my childhood home; there was younger me again playing with my toys. The doorbell rings; I go to get it but can’t open it. I take seat; because I’m so disassulioned.
It’s my biological father at the door. Yelling with my grandma who raised me. I remembered this day perfectly. I’m doing exactly what I remembered; I could not comprehend. But the sheer fear; I didn’t know this man. He’s threatening my mother; she’s threatening to shoot him.
My adult self is livid; I’m getting ready to kill him. But everything goes dark; now I’m 16 years old in chemistry class.
God; I hated that class. I still hadn’t become what would characterize me. I was still bubbly to a extent. Cute girls; I remember flirting with.
The class was a joke class; chaos. Kids chasing kids with staplers; annoying the teacher; it sure was sophomore year.
We even were across the classroom where Breaking Bad was shot at. But; do you ever remember a day so good you know what you were wearing?
I do. I looked; black ripped jeans; Motley Crue tanktop;... and grey jacket. I knew what day this was... January 10th 2017. The day my brother died.
I instantly froze in a paralysis. I didn’t know what to do; next you thing this student walks in. Some students would work for the school a hour passing paperwork. It was note asking me to the front office; I was going home early...
My parents were big on school; I was struggling that year due to my parents addiction. So; this was odd. I started to get out of this paralysis.
I could not breathe right. I was struggling; it was horrible. I felt this tension rattle in my heart and body. My dad telling me my brother died; and I saw every last bit of rage and shock rattle through my body.
The scream of agony; ran through the school campus. The pure shock and disbelief sets in. It jumps to where my family gathered at our house.
I started vomiting I’m so upset. Everyone’s face burned into my mind. I then just remember laying in bed; that night sleepless.
I started to view it; and I continued to feel sick. I as my current self started to walk. I kept walking; I was tired; hungry; confused; and thirsty.
A rain storm hits and I fall next to this cave. I look up and it’s my brother...
My body goes numb; I can’t believe what I see. My brother pulls me up; tears reign out. I’m just stuck hugging him.
I ask him where he’s been. He told me the world wasn’t for him; and he was in pain. We continue to walk through the cave. We start to reminisce; about old memories and share laughs.
It feels like we walked through the cave for years; but he knew his direction. He caught me up on what he’s been up to. He lived on the streets in some rough patches; and tells me he’s giving back. He helps those in need. Those with the same problem; those who feel alone.
He states God is good; he states he’s proud of me. But; he wishes his death didn’t cause the pain it did. He mentioned how proud he was of me. How much I grew and changed. Then; we talked WFWF and Philly sports like old times.
We reach the end of the cave; it’s a 2007 Ford Fusion? My brother asks me if I remember; I did. It was the same car we drove home in Christmas 2007; where he let me steer.
He made me drive; the talking is blurred. And we pick up speed: speed not able to be comprehended. He tells me to hurry up; it’s time to go. All I remember is him stating never lose hope.
Next thing I shoot out of my coma. I’m breathing heavy; and the medical staff and my family are shook to they’re core.
I fought every moment for my life; but why would I want my death to have been given to me by a piece of s*** like you?
The road to recover started; but it was just as brutal as the coma.
Every f***ing night I laid in agony. I saw my own life fade away. But; everyday I fought little harder. If it was my reliance on oxygen.
Oxygen; became speaking; speaking became standing up; which became walking; which became working out.
You see; the whole time the WFWF thought I was dead; I started new Adventure.
I forgot about Ryan; I forgot about WFWF. I started new Adventure; I became a Correction Officer. I walk the block with New Mexico’s finest.
Suicides; assaults; riots; I’ve seen it. I found a new hell; I liked. One of the fastest rising officers; rule of law; honor; respect; integrity; and humanity were the codes I lived by.
I was on my way to becoming a Sgt. A total new life; I found a good girl. I forgot about my problems; maybe I was just different person.
Maybe I was me? Or who I should be?
But; where success comes envy. It came; they’re was group of corrupt officers. I tried to expose; and bring justice.
But; the administration was on it; the system was broken. I became the outcast; the agency chased me out by trying to frame me.
I was disgraced; the truth will find them one day. That's a battle I plan on finishing; after this battle. I wrote my new meaning; but it was taken from me. I wondered clueless.
From near death to a new start to square 1 again. I’m sitting at home; no money; no work.
Sometimes in Life we truly look in the mirror; and we question who we are. Why; are we alive. I lost sight of that again.
My head took control again; suddenly I wasn’t Nick Petitto or Officer Petitto. I was Chris Priceless again. I was out for your blood Needles.
I really hate some things in life. A unfinished story. After I beat your ass one final time; and lets not fool ourselves. You'd be lucky; if you just got ass kicking. I will find my badge; pursue evil; and pursue the evil that poses behind the badge.
It took a lot of thought about coming back. I went to the country side; I thought and thought. I walked the mountains; endless talks with myself. Months of convincing my woman; this is okay. To be fair; she's not fully convinced. I can control Priceless; Priceless is not me. However; I am Chris Priceless. I am not crippled; lost in the shuffle; or defeated. I control the beast that tempts my mind. It's a tool just as much as it is a weapon.
Beyond all that growth. One crippling problem remained...
I found out Ryan Needles left town; nowhere to be found. I knew you were scared. Somewhere deep down in your heart; told you I was not dead.
I’ve looked evil in the eyes; maybe he was walking death row; or he was the man standing across me in the ring. But; those willing to confront the evil; are the ones we should be scared of.
We’ve seen a lot you and I. I won’t deny that. I smashed your throat; you practically gave me a life ending infection. You put my family through hell; spat on my brothers legacy.
Ryan; you and I could be Batman and the Joker. Made to do this forever; but this will end. And one of us is going to have to die.
You see; Ryan I could get in a black car; find your address off the dark web. Break into your house; and blow your f***ing brains out.
Maybe; just beat you and handcuff you; torture you on the dark web. Might as well make some money?
That’s to Easy; and the difference between you and I found a purpose and life beyond this. Chris Priceless lived for this defining moment.
One moment; this is that moment. This isn’t the start of this great run to the top; this is the return for your final justice.
One more time; I suit up. One more time I do this; to end this for good. Maybe I won’t win; Ryan. But I will beat you so badly; you’ll live the rest of your days in a vegetated state.
Or maybe we both go down under together. And maybe that’s the end. If this wasn’t sanctioned match by the WFWF; I would be walking death row the same place I served.
Life isn’t storybook; but this will be your death Ryan. I’ll lay you to rest; when they pull your dead mangled body out of the dirt; I’ll lay next to the cardboard box they actually burry you in.
You know Ryan; this could be this great triumphant return. This great story book redemption; the 2 year battle and recovery story. This final end to our saga.
But; I live in a reality Ryan. You went away a long time; you even hid behind my name and memory. But; I’m not that stupid; Ryan.
You know that; you’ve hid. You went into hiding because every single; living; breathing f***ing moment you knew I was coming for you.
Every hour of the day; every single breathe you took. You tried to live a normal life; so did I. I’m not going to lie; Ryan I forgot about you for long time.
See this great idea; you thought I was dead. Now I’ll give you; your credit. You came pretty close. I was in a coma; and was on my deathbed.
I went to another dimension; some may just think it’s this deep sleep stuff. And I am sure Daniel Knight; or some “science major” will write me off as crazy.
We’ve established I am sick in the head; that’s who Chris Priceless is. But I laid in coma; I woke up.
I was in elementary school again. The same elementary school from the late 2000s; same teachers same everything.
I see myself; I’m 7 years old again. Buzz cut; white pollo; navy blue sweat pants like the little guido I was. I was getting attacked; by Shawn Smith.
He would be the Ryan to my Priceless if this was 2007. I went into a rage; I was screaming at the kids. Trying to grab a teacher or break up myself.
No one heard me; I was yelling like a mad man. Nothing but sheer rage; but next thing you know everything faded to sand.
I was at my childhood home; there was younger me again playing with my toys. The doorbell rings; I go to get it but can’t open it. I take seat; because I’m so disassulioned.
It’s my biological father at the door. Yelling with my grandma who raised me. I remembered this day perfectly. I’m doing exactly what I remembered; I could not comprehend. But the sheer fear; I didn’t know this man. He’s threatening my mother; she’s threatening to shoot him.
My adult self is livid; I’m getting ready to kill him. But everything goes dark; now I’m 16 years old in chemistry class.
God; I hated that class. I still hadn’t become what would characterize me. I was still bubbly to a extent. Cute girls; I remember flirting with.
The class was a joke class; chaos. Kids chasing kids with staplers; annoying the teacher; it sure was sophomore year.
We even were across the classroom where Breaking Bad was shot at. But; do you ever remember a day so good you know what you were wearing?
I do. I looked; black ripped jeans; Motley Crue tanktop;... and grey jacket. I knew what day this was... January 10th 2017. The day my brother died.
I instantly froze in a paralysis. I didn’t know what to do; next you thing this student walks in. Some students would work for the school a hour passing paperwork. It was note asking me to the front office; I was going home early...
My parents were big on school; I was struggling that year due to my parents addiction. So; this was odd. I started to get out of this paralysis.
I could not breathe right. I was struggling; it was horrible. I felt this tension rattle in my heart and body. My dad telling me my brother died; and I saw every last bit of rage and shock rattle through my body.
The scream of agony; ran through the school campus. The pure shock and disbelief sets in. It jumps to where my family gathered at our house.
I started vomiting I’m so upset. Everyone’s face burned into my mind. I then just remember laying in bed; that night sleepless.
I started to view it; and I continued to feel sick. I as my current self started to walk. I kept walking; I was tired; hungry; confused; and thirsty.
A rain storm hits and I fall next to this cave. I look up and it’s my brother...
My body goes numb; I can’t believe what I see. My brother pulls me up; tears reign out. I’m just stuck hugging him.
I ask him where he’s been. He told me the world wasn’t for him; and he was in pain. We continue to walk through the cave. We start to reminisce; about old memories and share laughs.
It feels like we walked through the cave for years; but he knew his direction. He caught me up on what he’s been up to. He lived on the streets in some rough patches; and tells me he’s giving back. He helps those in need. Those with the same problem; those who feel alone.
He states God is good; he states he’s proud of me. But; he wishes his death didn’t cause the pain it did. He mentioned how proud he was of me. How much I grew and changed. Then; we talked WFWF and Philly sports like old times.
We reach the end of the cave; it’s a 2007 Ford Fusion? My brother asks me if I remember; I did. It was the same car we drove home in Christmas 2007; where he let me steer.
He made me drive; the talking is blurred. And we pick up speed: speed not able to be comprehended. He tells me to hurry up; it’s time to go. All I remember is him stating never lose hope.
Next thing I shoot out of my coma. I’m breathing heavy; and the medical staff and my family are shook to they’re core.
I fought every moment for my life; but why would I want my death to have been given to me by a piece of s*** like you?
The road to recover started; but it was just as brutal as the coma.
Every f***ing night I laid in agony. I saw my own life fade away. But; everyday I fought little harder. If it was my reliance on oxygen.
Oxygen; became speaking; speaking became standing up; which became walking; which became working out.
You see; the whole time the WFWF thought I was dead; I started new Adventure.
I forgot about Ryan; I forgot about WFWF. I started new Adventure; I became a Correction Officer. I walk the block with New Mexico’s finest.
Suicides; assaults; riots; I’ve seen it. I found a new hell; I liked. One of the fastest rising officers; rule of law; honor; respect; integrity; and humanity were the codes I lived by.
I was on my way to becoming a Sgt. A total new life; I found a good girl. I forgot about my problems; maybe I was just different person.
Maybe I was me? Or who I should be?
But; where success comes envy. It came; they’re was group of corrupt officers. I tried to expose; and bring justice.
But; the administration was on it; the system was broken. I became the outcast; the agency chased me out by trying to frame me.
I was disgraced; the truth will find them one day. That's a battle I plan on finishing; after this battle. I wrote my new meaning; but it was taken from me. I wondered clueless.
From near death to a new start to square 1 again. I’m sitting at home; no money; no work.
Sometimes in Life we truly look in the mirror; and we question who we are. Why; are we alive. I lost sight of that again.
My head took control again; suddenly I wasn’t Nick Petitto or Officer Petitto. I was Chris Priceless again. I was out for your blood Needles.
I really hate some things in life. A unfinished story. After I beat your ass one final time; and lets not fool ourselves. You'd be lucky; if you just got ass kicking. I will find my badge; pursue evil; and pursue the evil that poses behind the badge.
It took a lot of thought about coming back. I went to the country side; I thought and thought. I walked the mountains; endless talks with myself. Months of convincing my woman; this is okay. To be fair; she's not fully convinced. I can control Priceless; Priceless is not me. However; I am Chris Priceless. I am not crippled; lost in the shuffle; or defeated. I control the beast that tempts my mind. It's a tool just as much as it is a weapon.
Beyond all that growth. One crippling problem remained...
I found out Ryan Needles left town; nowhere to be found. I knew you were scared. Somewhere deep down in your heart; told you I was not dead.
I’ve looked evil in the eyes; maybe he was walking death row; or he was the man standing across me in the ring. But; those willing to confront the evil; are the ones we should be scared of.
We’ve seen a lot you and I. I won’t deny that. I smashed your throat; you practically gave me a life ending infection. You put my family through hell; spat on my brothers legacy.
Ryan; you and I could be Batman and the Joker. Made to do this forever; but this will end. And one of us is going to have to die.
You see; Ryan I could get in a black car; find your address off the dark web. Break into your house; and blow your f***ing brains out.
Maybe; just beat you and handcuff you; torture you on the dark web. Might as well make some money?
That’s to Easy; and the difference between you and I found a purpose and life beyond this. Chris Priceless lived for this defining moment.
One moment; this is that moment. This isn’t the start of this great run to the top; this is the return for your final justice.
One more time; I suit up. One more time I do this; to end this for good. Maybe I won’t win; Ryan. But I will beat you so badly; you’ll live the rest of your days in a vegetated state.
Or maybe we both go down under together. And maybe that’s the end. If this wasn’t sanctioned match by the WFWF; I would be walking death row the same place I served.
Life isn’t storybook; but this will be your death Ryan. I’ll lay you to rest; when they pull your dead mangled body out of the dirt; I’ll lay next to the cardboard box they actually burry you in.
