Post by Rated R on Jul 20, 2008 10:58:31 GMT -5
I sit inside a grimy New York bar, propping up the bar with a bottle in hand. The bar’s varnish has been scratched, and drinks have been spilled on it, the nectar of the devil lies statically on the wooden surface, wrecking its gleam. Middle aged people sit around tables behind me, their heads kept down, and drinking them selves into a stupor to forget their worthless existence. Each one has a story to tell, each of them are trying to forget what that story is.
A man in his fifties sits in the corner, his clothes are grubby and old – they haven’t been washed in weeks. A long matted beard flows freely from his face, disgustingly dirty, bits of food caught up in the thick hair. His eyes are glazed as a result of the eight bottles of beer that stand in front of him, each one symbolizing what he is, an alcoholic who is too weak to give up. His habit has consumed his life, consumed his wife, his children, his job. Consumed them all and spat them out, each one fleeing from the pitiful wreck that he has become.
This is what happens to the weak, to those who are not strong enough to live their lives the right way. We all know these kind of people, in fact in just a few day time I will face two such people in the WFWF ring – Wez and Saku. I don’t know what I have done to bring on such a punishment that I must team with such a deluded and psychotic fool as Saku, but if that is what I must do to get my hands on that pathetic coward Wez, then that is what I will do.
Bar Manager: Who’s your cute friend?
I look up to see the barman looking at me, although his eyes are quite obviously straining themselves in order not to drift over my right shoulder. His face is a disgusting mix of lust and slight intoxication. His sinful look is so common nowadays, this is what the world is coming to. His chubby face is washed with a fake grin, beneath which lies a disgusting old man, who is just looking for a good time. These people disgust me.
I turn my head to the girl to my right, sitting silently on the next stool, legs crossed, and her hands resting patiently in her lap. Long raven black hair flows freely down her back, half of her face covered by her deathly locks. Green eyeliner lies above her blue innocent eyes, only one of which can be seen. A truthful smile rests on her heavenly face. She wears a shirt of black and green, and a skirt of crimson red.
Her name is Faith Demon.
Trace: That’s my sister
I say it with such a malicious tone in my voice that I see a reaction immediately. He moves back a step, something so insignificant that anybody else would never notice, but I do, because I notice every insignificant movement by every insignificant person. Whether it be this disgusting man, or a member of the WFWF roster, Wez, Saku, even the big guns, they are all insignificant, and all pitiful.
Bar Manager: Sorry man, didn’t realize”
I can hear the fear is his voice, and I relish it, I love making people fear me, Faith has never feared me. That’s the one reason I have her around, because she is the one person that lights up my perfectly dark life. Family matters.
The barman walks off, and I rise from my seat. Faith looks at me with those puppy dog eyes of hers, and I grin. I follow the bar man to a back room, and stand in the door way as he begins moving boxes and crates, unaware of my ominous presence.
Life is all too simple, and this man is just a tool of the creator, whoever he may be. Rage fills my heart, and I know that it can get the better of me. I can’t allow that to happen in the ring, because it could cost me, but outside, in places like this, I can live my life the way I want. The right way.
The bar man turns and sees me, but before he can move, before he can open his mouth my arm flies out, my hand clenches into a fist, and it collides with his face, a car crash of hand and skull. Blood burst from his face and onto my fist. He slumps to the floor, the only faint sights of life are the small breaths that he is taking. I grab a towel from the bar as I walk out, and clean the blood from my hands.
Faith stands up as I walk to her, a devious grin on her face, she speaks with such an innocent voice, which surprises me considering who her brother is.
Faith: Have fun?
Trace: Always
It was fun, it always is, and it gets me in the perfect mindset for the tag match on Loaded. Wez wont know what has hit them, and Saku, well he better keep out of my way.
We walk out of the bar, and I glance to the man in the corner. He doesn’t have much time left, especially if he drinks like this every day. I guess I did him a favor by injuring his bar manager.
See, I do have a heart.
A man in his fifties sits in the corner, his clothes are grubby and old – they haven’t been washed in weeks. A long matted beard flows freely from his face, disgustingly dirty, bits of food caught up in the thick hair. His eyes are glazed as a result of the eight bottles of beer that stand in front of him, each one symbolizing what he is, an alcoholic who is too weak to give up. His habit has consumed his life, consumed his wife, his children, his job. Consumed them all and spat them out, each one fleeing from the pitiful wreck that he has become.
This is what happens to the weak, to those who are not strong enough to live their lives the right way. We all know these kind of people, in fact in just a few day time I will face two such people in the WFWF ring – Wez and Saku. I don’t know what I have done to bring on such a punishment that I must team with such a deluded and psychotic fool as Saku, but if that is what I must do to get my hands on that pathetic coward Wez, then that is what I will do.
Bar Manager: Who’s your cute friend?
I look up to see the barman looking at me, although his eyes are quite obviously straining themselves in order not to drift over my right shoulder. His face is a disgusting mix of lust and slight intoxication. His sinful look is so common nowadays, this is what the world is coming to. His chubby face is washed with a fake grin, beneath which lies a disgusting old man, who is just looking for a good time. These people disgust me.
I turn my head to the girl to my right, sitting silently on the next stool, legs crossed, and her hands resting patiently in her lap. Long raven black hair flows freely down her back, half of her face covered by her deathly locks. Green eyeliner lies above her blue innocent eyes, only one of which can be seen. A truthful smile rests on her heavenly face. She wears a shirt of black and green, and a skirt of crimson red.
Her name is Faith Demon.
Trace: That’s my sister
I say it with such a malicious tone in my voice that I see a reaction immediately. He moves back a step, something so insignificant that anybody else would never notice, but I do, because I notice every insignificant movement by every insignificant person. Whether it be this disgusting man, or a member of the WFWF roster, Wez, Saku, even the big guns, they are all insignificant, and all pitiful.
Bar Manager: Sorry man, didn’t realize”
I can hear the fear is his voice, and I relish it, I love making people fear me, Faith has never feared me. That’s the one reason I have her around, because she is the one person that lights up my perfectly dark life. Family matters.
The barman walks off, and I rise from my seat. Faith looks at me with those puppy dog eyes of hers, and I grin. I follow the bar man to a back room, and stand in the door way as he begins moving boxes and crates, unaware of my ominous presence.
Life is all too simple, and this man is just a tool of the creator, whoever he may be. Rage fills my heart, and I know that it can get the better of me. I can’t allow that to happen in the ring, because it could cost me, but outside, in places like this, I can live my life the way I want. The right way.
The bar man turns and sees me, but before he can move, before he can open his mouth my arm flies out, my hand clenches into a fist, and it collides with his face, a car crash of hand and skull. Blood burst from his face and onto my fist. He slumps to the floor, the only faint sights of life are the small breaths that he is taking. I grab a towel from the bar as I walk out, and clean the blood from my hands.
Faith stands up as I walk to her, a devious grin on her face, she speaks with such an innocent voice, which surprises me considering who her brother is.
Faith: Have fun?
Trace: Always
It was fun, it always is, and it gets me in the perfect mindset for the tag match on Loaded. Wez wont know what has hit them, and Saku, well he better keep out of my way.
We walk out of the bar, and I glance to the man in the corner. He doesn’t have much time left, especially if he drinks like this every day. I guess I did him a favor by injuring his bar manager.
See, I do have a heart.
