Post by Joka on Jun 2, 2014 13:19:46 GMT -6
I hung there for what seemed like an eternity, the rope of that noose burning into my neck and squeezing the life out of me the more I tried to struggle out of it. The tips of my boots barely able to find a surface on the chair. However, through the pain that Cera had just caused me, I couldn't help but smile a little bit. I couldn't help but commend her on the effort shown. It takes a lot to get the jump on me. I am a paranoid schizo after all. I couldn't hear it sneaking up behind me at all. It also takes a lot to make lose consciousness, being a masochist and all.
My veins working harder than ever and my lungs pumping precious oxygen at increasing speeds. My mind working overtime trying to keep my body going. I was in the fight of my life... and It was with a fucking rope. I should have been focused on trying to free myself... but my mind was forced to another time.
The DCW Arena was packed for what seemed like another night of senseless violence. The card was filled to the brim with talented wrestlers in talented match-ups. However, everyone knew what match they had come to see, the crowd practically begged for it. Tha Joka vs Crisis. Crisis, the man, was the stuff of legends when it came to hardcore wrestling. His myth lived on for years as a reminder of what to do to make yourself into something more than a man. I joined Deathcore Wrestling to show the critics that I was not only made for the hardcore division of any and all wrestling promotions, but I WAS hardcore wrestling. Deathcore Wrestling WAS hardcore wrestling. It wasn't a big, powerful, filthy rich company. They didn't have private jets and armies of lawyers at their beck and call. DCW was a small company that operated in a mysterious location with a pirate broadcast that saw more airtime and viewers than the mighty three; ICW, PWR-1, and GWA, combined. The Mighty Three were called that for good reason. They were the biggest companies of that day. Pro Wrestling Revolution and Great Wrestling Action duked it out with each other as Insane Championship Wrestling took to duking it out with Deathcore Wrestling.
The arena was cold that night. The crowd was cold as the verdict came in. The rope was cold around my neck. Crisis had a cold look in his eyes as he strung me up from the rafters. Leaving me to choke to death as the bloodthirsty crowd looked on in excitement. They licked their chops and begged for my death... and they got it. The doctors say I was near death when I was thrown into the catacombs below the DCW Arena. They say my pulse was weak and erratic, which fooled the crew into believing my demise at the hands of Crisis. The doctors tell me my near death experience in Hell was all a bad dream. A simple nightmare from my brain shutting off at the signs of my heart stopping.
Delusions they tell me...
Mere hallucinations...
Monster crashes through the door as my vision begins to dim. My eyes only cracked open enough to see the big man turn the door into splinters. The look on his face turning from anger, to a frightened look I was not accustomed to seeing on his stoic face. Johnny Suede following him into the locker room as he lifts me up. Finally, a lung full of air. Monster screaming in that gutteraly deep voice of his as Johnny Suede hurries to get the noose off of my neck. The crimson soaked rope staining his hands with the deceit of that night. I fade out as Johnny Suede screams down the hall. It all sounds like Peanuts talk to me as my mind shuts off...
Delusions they tell me...
Mere hallucinations...
My eyes open and the crowd around me are frantically moving, writhing in unison. I look up and Axel Reid and Ruby Parvati are sitting on two thrones made of bones. The announcer who seems to be standing damn near ten feet tall, steps over the ropes and enters the ring. A vicious ring it is too. Cables strung between huge metal posts, with the ring made of the same metallic substance. The announcers words sound garbled, but soon my brain begins to decipher what he is saying.
Jerry Heisenberg: Ladies and Gentlemen! Calm your heads and gaze upon the featured spectacle of the evening. I give you the FIGHT... of the NIGHT!!!
The crowd begins howling like wild animals as Jerry opens his mouth to reveal a demonic row of sharpened teeth, shining for all to see. My eyes should be focused on him but I can't help but focus on the stage. A cruel facade, spiked with spears and lined with fire.
Jerry Heisenberg: Coming to the ring first. The Unholy One. The Baddest Tool in the shed! You love to hate her and hate to love her. THE WARHAMMER!!!
A luscious lady enters onto the stage to the beat of You're Insane by Escape The Fate... but the only way to tell she is a lady is from the anatomical likeness to that of a female. This monstrosity is a woman, but a severely dis-formed one. Her body lends itself to the female form but her head resembles a head of a giant, malformed, sledgehammer. Her skin is silver like that of some sort of metal and her hands have been replaced with giant sledges. She seductively walks the ramp, smashing her giant head against the barricade every so often to get a pop from the bloodthirsty crowd. She enters the steel ring and begins smashing her head against a metal ring post, sending a spine shivering echo out.
Jerry Heisenberg: And her opponent! The Grate and Powerful Wizard! The Gratest Grater of Them ALL. The sickest and the most sadistic! TRUSTY RUSTY!!!
I stop staring at the demonic amalgamation standing in the ring and look to the stage again as the crowd hum an eerily familiar music. In the House/In a Heartbeat by John Murphy begins playing as the arena is awash in crimson. Blood begins dripping from the ceiling and begins staining the audience red as they scream bloody murder in unison. Suddenly, two men appear on stage but again, they could only be called men due to their male forms. A strangely demonic looking figure walks stands with his head down. Holes cut into his metallic skin with sharp edges protruding from them. A gigantic vending machine sits behind him. The demonic figure lifts his head to reveal green eyes glowing in the darkness and long metal dreadlocks with those same holes as his body. Jagged spikes of metal protruding sporadically throughout his body and face. He shoots a sadistic grin to the crowd and they all grin in unison back at him.
Delusions they tell me...
Mere hallucinations...
Trusty Rusty darts toward the ring with the vending machine following close behind, powered by tank treads and looking more like vehicle than any kind of anthropomorphic amalgamation of anything. Trusty Rusty barrels toward the metal ring and jumps the length from the floor to the ropes as the demonic vending machine smashes into the side of the ring. This knocks The Warhammer down and Trusty Rusty takes advantage of this by springboarding the metal cables of the ring and smashing on top of her with a body splash. Trusty Rusty begins grinding his jagged metal arms against the Warhammer's face but she is quick to send a sledge into the side of his head.
Axel Reid: What kind of sick fuck would dream up something like this!?
Ruby Parvati: That sick fuck! RIGHT THERE!!!
Suddenly the two commentators look in my direction and point their wicked fingers at my face. They scream a metallic shrill in my direction as I look around to see every person in attendance staring at me. In the ring, the two combatants have stopped fighting and are staring along with them. Suddenly the whole arena joins in with the commentators and a metallic shrill emanates from their mouths as they all leap toward me. Scratching, clawing, shoving each other to get at me. Pulling me to and fro as they pummel me with the most vicious strikes. They lift me up and throw me into the ring as the Cheese Grater and the Warhammer circle me in disgust. A metal cable descends from the ceiling and they both pick me up and tie it around my neck as I try to fight my way out of that place. The Warhammer begins pulling on the opposite end of the cable as the Cheese Grater laughs in delight. The crowd joins in on the sadistic guffaw of Trusty Rusty as I writhe in pain, the cable wrapped around my neck and the air forced from my lungs with one last scream.
Joka: TRUSTY RUSTY!!!
I lunge forward and Monster jumps out of his seat and forces me to lay back down in the hospital bed. I look down to see myself wired to several machines next to the hospital bed as Johnny Suede walks in with a cup of coffee for him and my manager. The look of surprise on his face quickly turning to a look of relief to see my eyes open.
Monster: It's okay Byron... everything is okay. You are at St. Johns here in St. Paul!
I fall back into the bed and reach up with the arm that doesn't have an IV in it and feel around my neck. The gauze around my neck tells me the rope burned into my skin far worse than I thought it would. It's hard to move my neck around and my head feels like it is in a daze, no doubt from the countless painkillers they gave me for this little medical emergency I'm in.
Monster: Looks like Cera got her revenge.
Joka: The... last thing I remember... is you busting through the door like a motherfuckin' bulldozer!
Monster: Yeah well... Johnny and me were really the only ones looking for ya...
Johnny: Dat's right Daddy-O!
Joka: Awww... remind me to give you a kick to the balls once I'm out of here!
Monster: Don't read too much into it. I mean who else do you have to look out for ya and watch your back?
Joka: Johnny maybe?
Monster: Jesus... I save your life and you can't even...
Joka: Thank you...
Monsters eyes grow wide and he almost gets a sentimental look on his face. Johnny looks at Monster and then to me as the room grows eerily quiet.
Joka: Don't read too much into that... I'm still kicking you in the balls when I get up and out of this bed. Speaking of getting up and out of here...
Monster: Well the doctors told me you had severe rope burns and lacerations around your neck. They also said you had a mild concussion.
Joka: 15!
Monster: 15 what?
Joka: That's mah fifteenth concussion!
Monster: Let me get this straight. You can't remember your own phone number. Can't remember what house you grew up in. Yet you've memorized how many concussion you've had in your lifetime.
Joka: You know it...
Doctor: Hello?
The door swings open and a man walks into the room with a chart as he looks at the eccentric duo standing next to my bed. He stares inquisitively at Monster and Johnny as he looks at me.
Joka: We're professional wrestlers...
The dumb-fuck nods his head as he rolls his eyes and then looks to Monster as he begins speaking.
Doctor: My name is Dr. Acula and I'll need to take a few blood samples from you before we can start the paperwork. Then you can get discharged today hopefully!
Joka: Dr. Acula... Dracula?
The doctor laughs as Johnny kind of smirks and Monster crosses his arms across his huge chest. He looks at me smiling.
Doctor: Just a little medical joke. No we have everything we need. We just need you to sign a few things and we'll get your prescription and doctors note filled out.
Joka: Doctors note?
Doctor: Yes... you suffered a mild concussion along with heavy bruising around your neck. You would need at least a week before you can go back to work.
Johnny Suede: But this cat right here is wrestling Damian Savage in just a few days!
Doctor: I... you will need to get out of it. The bruising around your neck could get worse if you do anything strenuous. You will need bed-rest for at least two weeks with that concussion.
Monster is quick to take the paperwork and start filling it out as the doctor leaves the room. I sit up, nursing my neck and smiling as I move it. Every single movement shooting a tinge of ticklish delight into my brain.
Joka: Damian Savage huh?
Johnny Suede: Yes sir! Mean looking cat!
Joka: Lay the tale of the tape on me homie!
Johnny Suede: Looks like he's 6'4... damn near as tall as you. Almost weighs as much as you too.
Joka: So they finally stuck me with someone who matches me?
Johnny Suede: Yes sir... but I doubt this cat has the experience you got!
Joka: Well mah experience usually is a deciding factor... but this guy gets an injured Joka to fuck with.
Johnny Suede: Is that gonna be a pickle?
The anger in me had started to come out again, even through the meds that were in my system were trying their hardest to suppress it. My neck tensed at the thought of getting my hands on Cera and the pain shot to my brain, bringing a sick smile on my face as I rolled my neck side to side. My thoughts quickly changed to this newcomer, Damian Savage, and my hatred for Cera being redirected and focused at him.
Joka: Johnny... I may be a little injured... but as far as I'm concerned... this guy is standing between me and Cera. I've called down the wrath of the Baddest Bitch and I got exactly what I ordered. I wanted her to do something like this. I practically begged it of her when I beat her senseless while she was chained to that cross. Injury may trump experience and Damian may be hoping like hell I'm hurt but none of that matters... 'cos I have the motivation. I said it before and I'll say it again. Nothing will stop me from ripping that woman's heart out and showing it to her one last time before I mail it to her tag partner, Hazard! Put a Brett Carson in front of me... and I'll smash him. Put a Logan Keegan in front of me... and I'll Sadist Slam his ass back to Ireland. Now you want to put another newcomer in front of me and hope it'll distract me? I'm more focused than I've ever been and that motivation and focus will prove disastrous for Savage.
Monster:*finishing up the paperwork and putting the clipboard aside* Just another newcomer looking to use you as a stepping stone.
Joka: Just another motherfucker... in my... FUCKING WAY! Damian Savage is going to learn who really is savage... after I tame his ass and send him packing to the zoo!
Cera thought she painted me into a corner but she has only accomplished one thing. Bringing out the animistic beast. The same beast that was the loose cannon of Phoenix. That group was made up of some of the most unstable personalities in wrestling with the likes of Vanessa, Jarek, Bobby Backdoor, Aurora Deadwood, Davey Dynamo. None of the them held a candle to the cruelness and sadistic violence that the Clown Prince of Hardcore could show.
Damian Savage has the fight of his life in front of him. Not only does he have The Court Jester blocking his path but he has a pissed off Court Jester at that. I get dressed after a plump female nurse walks in and tells me I can leave whenever I want. It would seem Savage has the advantage going into Breakthrough but truth is, he doesn't have an advantage at all. The advantage he has is my injury at the hands of Cera and he will look to focus on my neck and head if he is smart. However, I have a hidden one up on him. Damian has to win this match. He wants to win this match. I however, don't have to do shit except go to breakthrough and sadistically torture Savage as much as I want. Win or lose, my focus is still on Cera and tormenting her at every step. If I win this match... so what... one week closer to getting Cera into a match. If I lose this match... doesn't matter... I'll still get that vile woman in the ring and beat her within an inch of her life. A man with nothing to lose is a dangerous thing indeed.
Joka:*walking down the hall on the way out of the hospital* By the by... where is my stuff?
Monster: It's all in my truck...
Joka: And mah cheese grater?
Monster and Johnny look at each other as they both look at me. I feel like a little kid who is being told his puppy just got ran over on the highway. Monster looks at me with solemn eyes and lowers his head.
Monster: I watched the footage from Breakthrough... and it would seem... Cera took it...
Delusions they tell me...
Mere hallucinations...
I hung there for what seemed like an eternity. Standing in the hospital as the nurses and doctors move around me in fast forward. The seething hatred for her has just been multiplied tenfold as I turn around and move with a purpose out of the hospital. Damian Savage will get the beating of his life and he can thank Cera for it. This woman will pay for taking my precious cheese grater from me. This woman will pay for taking my undefeated cage streak from me. This woman will pay dearly... and nothing will stop me from getting my hands on her. Not Stephan Frei... not Sky Sangue... and especially not Damian Savage!
