Post by English/Corpse on Jun 23, 2014 18:28:57 GMT -6
VOW Presents
A Casanova English Original
It's My World
So the mind of Vanessa was stronger
than I thought. Not that I underestimated her, but I was out foxed
lets call it. That doesn't happen often, and it won't happen again. A
loss doesn't kill me though, a loss is just a faded moment. It is a
lost opportunity that I must try to not let happen again, but lets be
honest no matter how man times you beat the man, you can never beat
the idea. The concept of the revolution grows each time I enter that
ring, every single punch that lies in the forehead of the false
prophets that stand before me. I don't mind set backs, for there is
so much work to be done. It is time to shift focus, to try and deal
with a man who believes he is from a different planet. The world is
so quick to call him delusional, laughing at his antics in the ring.
Maybe he doesn't get it that they don't take him seriously. Don't
worry though star I promise that come Exposure the wrestling industry
will know both our fucking names.
I received an email this morning that
my brother is coming to St. Paul for the event. I haven't seen him in
a year, not since the his fist made a rough landing on the bridge of
my nose. I'd tell you I didn't deserve it, but I would be lying. The
truth is most of us deserve the bullshit. Most of us have done
something to have karma come back and kick us in the balls. I sit at
the cafe trying to finish a blog post. . . my fingers tap away like a
downpour on a tin roof. I continue the piece. . .
“. . . the truth is regardless of
what you pretend to me the media has had an effect on your brain.
Nothing is original anymore. Everything you know someone has taught
you. Some people will Google if the color of the sky is blue. As our
intellect slowly decreases, this mind control increases. We become
drones of the government. We have become such slaves that we take
statements as facts as long as it is said on Fox. So stop sitting
there, stop whining about how the world should change and drag your
ass off the couch and join The Revolution. We allow these
pharmaceutical companies to give us pills to alter who we are, and we
eat it up like nothing. Temporary fixes that lead to suicide.
Everyday we are being killed, we are being manipulated, and everyday
you sit there with your finger up your ass while someone has theirs
on a trigger. You never see it. . . then one day it goes off.
Sometimes I think you deserve it. Nativity and inaction deserve these
horrible fates. No one has the guts to take matters into their own
hands. No one can fathom that when the weak are disposed of, and the
powers that be crumble the world will rebuild into the place it was
meant to be. A new gospel is being written, and for your sake I hope
your on the right side of the rapture.”
I take a sip of the steaming black
coffee. I told my brother to meet me here because to be honest I
don't want my family to know where I live. They have killed parts of
me that I can never revive, whether they know it or not. If I can
lead to the disposal of the elite, then the elite is what I become.
These people will be my drones, they will be my pawns. I will be the
sniper at the gates of heaven, picking off the unworthy. I continue
my work. . .
“. . . Politics at the very core is
meant to fight for the greatest good for the greatest number of
people. That is the core concept of democracy, and when we don't see
that what do we do? Complain and hide? I mean that’s what you all
did when Occupy Wall Street got unlawfully shut down. You bowed your
fucking head, and you went to work for those people you claim to hate
so much. My heart broke watching that revolution crumble. We walked
away from a fight for equality. . . and now we justifiably pay for
it. What I am saying is it doesn’t have to end join m. . .”
“Cass”
A voice yelled through the cafe only to
be met with several people looking up glaring as their finest moment
of concentration is broken. My brother stands about 6 feet tall, he
is fit, at only 19 he looks like he could dead lift half a house. He
defiantly got the physicality of the family in brute force, but
what's brute force without a mind to push it and steer it into
victory. I wave across the room to my brother somewhat reluctantly.
He makes his way over as I take another sip off the black coffee.
Andrew pulled the chair out as quite as he could and squeezed his
muscular frame into the chair. He would be the ultimate soldier, but
I can't use him for that. Not to mention that fucking punch he nailed
me with. I won't allow myself a defiant student again it gets too. .
. ummm... messy.
“How have you been Cass?
“Pretty good Andrew, how have you
been?”
I ask as polite as possible during the
awkward first moments of our conversation. I shut my laptop down
saving my work.
“Well I got a new construction job
back home. It is doing pretty well I am getting lots of hours. It's
pretty awesome I can afford a flight to see my big brother put the
show of his life on.”
I don't think he reads my blog, I don't
even thinks he watches me on TV. The truth is I am the closest thing
the kid has had to a father, but I can't be that now. I left that
life. I shake my head to stop the images of needles piercing veins in
my head. Of the time I took him out of the oven when my mom was
fucked up on Oxycontin and thought he was the Thanksgiving turkey. I
wasn't always selfish. I used to be a sheep.
“Well that is great news. . .”
I say in my best bullshit voice.
“Well I am sure you will love the
show this week. I am facing an Alien.”
“Like illegal? Like hopped the
boarder from Mexico?”
I shake my head and try to prevent a
smirk, it fails.
“No, like he is from a different
planet. You know how Superman lived on planet Krypton? Or like how
Thor lives in a land where science and magic are one in the same?
Yeah, he is from some planet and has determined that there is an
ancient evil in VOW that he must cleanse.”
I wonder if it is me. I wonder if I am
the ancient evil for a brief moment as my brothers eyes float over my
facial expression. I never really ruled out reincarnation.
“You have got to be shitting me? Is
this fucker from Planet X or some shit. I mean I heard about the end
of the world having something to do with Planet X, but come on he
thinks he can find the ancient evil that is going to destroy this
world through wrestling. That is just insanity.”
A few close ears push ear buds in to
stop listing to my brothers language. I smile knowing that what I am
trying to achieve is one of the same things. I am trying to change
the world through my actions In the ring, and the messages I deliver
to the public. I am trying to help them see enlightenment. I need
these people to see that alone I am strong, but united I am stronger.
Liberate yourself from the shackles of the oppressor and join me. I
shake my head for a second. . . the worlds so quick to toss around
the word insane.
“So is this supposed to be the
beginning of the alien invasion. Do you play the “heroic” leader
of earth?”
I hate this topic with my family. They
are still under the impression it is all an act, but they have no
idea how real this has become. They have no idea the emotion, the
pain. THEY don't know reality. I put a fake smile on though.
“No, I always play the villain. The
people see him as the hero. . . he is here to purge the world of an
ancient evil after all.”
Man is always the villain. . . his own
worst enemy. It is people versus people and we have no idea how to
stand united though we preach that we do. Respect thy neighbor until
it comes down to the last slab of meat.
“Well I think you will stop him in
his tracks. You always has this ambition I lacked. You always had
this need for greatness and it frustrates me so much.”
“You just don't see the potential you
have. No one ever sees the potential they have. I mean look at you
Andrew your built like a brick shit house. In a justified world our
roles would be reversed, you are built for this shit. You just need
to find something worth fighting for. We all seem to let that pass
through our fingers until its too late. Our survival instinct is
great, but we just don't realize that every breath we take puts us
closer to the god damn grave. People need to activate that sense a
hell of a lot sooner, not when a physical gun is too their head, but
the invisible one too.”
Fuck, I always let my mind flow out and
leave him confused and angry and calling me. . .
“Depressing man. You need to lighten
to fuck up is what you need to do. . .”
I stop listening to his weak attempt at
a lecture and find the thoughts of him flowing. My grandfather, when
I was looking into his eyes I say that he wanted to carry on. I say
him fight for breath no matter how much it hurt. I watched him put
himself through hell each and every day just to wake up and do it
again tomorrow. The sad thing is we do it everyday. The thing that
frustrates me the most is the fact that living is too god damn much
like dying in this world. It's my biggest fear, my biggest fear is
making my last moments, my last minute on this earth not knowing why
the fuck I am bothering to put myself through another day. This
revolution, it is my reason to wake up. This is my reason to fight. .
. whether you want it or not I will fucking liberate this world to my
damn liking. The world is run by evil men, it's time I make my way to
the throne.
“. . . you know what I mean man?
It's not all doom and fucking gloom.”
I nod my head, and try to act like I
absorbed his pathetic speech. Every time I spout out an idea on
philosophy and existentialism people think it is some kind of notion
that I am depressed. No the truth is I am liberated in mind, the
world is the one who keeps hiding. We hide from knowledge. In the age
of endless knowledge we choose ignorance, because it's easier to
pretend that everything is fine then dealing with the problems we as
humans create.
“Yeah I know. So whats up you
wanted to come to St. Paul just to see me?”
He lets out a puff, and snickers.
“You think I came here for something?
I'm not mom. . . “
I wave to the waitress and slap down a
fair sized tip before getting to my feet.
“Alright then, so what you just wanted
to see your brother? That is the only motive?”
We looked so awkward together as he
stood up. He was so clean cut, I mean I was from the neck up, but my
“Ride the Lightning” T-shirt clashed horribly with his white
polo, and khaki shorts.
“Yeah I thought I should come out
here see how things are going. I haven't even heard from you in along
time. Then I caught wind you joined another wrestling promotion after
IPW. Is it too much harm to see my brother and check up on him.”
I lead him through the crowd and
outside to a sidewalk. As I exit the doors I place a cigarette
between my lips and light it as quick as I can. Walking my brother to
the hotel will be stressful.
“So that's it. You just wanted to
make sure I didn't jump too far off the deep end. You think I am
building a bomb in the basement or some shit? Or kill myself?”
“Well our Grandmother is pretty
worried about you. She has been feeling awfully alone lately, and its
hard being the only one taking care of her. . .”
I bite my tongue. Where was he when my
grandfather was loosing his mind, where was she to spoon feed him
jello when he forgot how to chew. This topic is the very reason I
haven't talked to my brother in almost a year. The audacity of him to
say that he is the only one looking after her. I try to remain calm.
I have a match, I have a chance. I can't risk that with an assault or
attempted murder charge on my own brother. If you can call him that.
Brothers are defined by blood spilled for each other, not the blood
they share, and I've done a majority of the bleeding.
“Well maybe I will come to visit
soon. I just need to get back to working again, get back into the
swing of things you know?”
He puts a heavy arm on my shoulders,
one I have carried for far too long. I shrug it off almost as
instinct.
“Well. . . I hope that you can get
that all figured out. I just want you to know I am here for you. I
was just thinking though . . .why don't you own a car?”
“I like to walk. It keeps me
observant, and close with my fellow SCUM OF THE EARTH!”
I shout and a couple people turn their
heads to see me laughing slightly as my brother punches me in the arm
jokingly. I stop and stare up at a gigantic hotel. I take a long drag
off my cigarette looking up at the windows filled with people who can
pay to live in the lap of luxury for a few nights. I reach deep into
my pocket and pass my brother a room key.
“Well this is your stop.”
He glares at me cocking an eyebrow.
“This is my stop? I thought I would
be staying with you.”
“Nah, trust me brother you couldn't
stomach where I stay.”
I slap him on the back and walk away
puffing my cigarette. I can't afford to be distracted by family
affairs at this time I got a World to put on the intergalactic map.
I flick the camera on and hold it up
toward the stars. I spin around in circles letting the stars sip by
at what seems like mach speeds. I stop the spinning, but keep the
camera pinned on the stars.
“Finally VOW is making moves to live
up to the name and image they try so desperately try to project to
you idiotic fans every week. Finally your dazed eyes will get a
chance to see a prime example of what humans are capable of. At
Exposure VOW has placed me Casanova English one of their hottest new
stars in the ring with the undefeated intergalactic warrior
Starrkadian. Now if that doesn't scream visionary it will definitely
at least put asses in seats. See that’s the thing I love about this
full circle bullshit world we live in. The social elite will owe me
everything. I will make Frei his fortune, and I hope he can't sleep
at night knowing I put that money in his bank account, and I ignited
a revolution through his carefully placed marketing scheme. You
promote me, and I get a larger stage to preach my gospel. It is a
beautiful thing really.”
“You see up there, in the sky. That
is where my opponent claims to come from. Lets just say I believe the
mark of an intelligent man is to entertain an idea without accepting
it. So lets just say that it all lines up. Let's say that Starrkadian
was brought to this world from another. Let's say you come from the
land of stars. What makes you think that you can defeat the power of
man? What makes you think that you can protect this worlds form of
evil? It's already here, it's already made this it's home.”
I take the camera off the stars and
reveal that I am on a rooftop, it's the best place to get a glimpse
of the stars in the city. I place the camera on the ledge so it can
focus on me.
“What makes you think that you can
come and destroy our evil? What makes you think that you can even
survive on this planet? All we do is kill each other. All we do is
wage war. Wars for oil, for ideas, for religion. All we do is try to
achieve personal gain. We are a civilization of goal oriented
capitalists who's only function is to die happier and richer then the
fellow next to you no matter the expense. No matter the moral
boundaries we will cross it. We will destroy our world in the pursuit
of perfection. We have he banality to feed every single person on
this planet, yet every year 1.5 million children die of starvation
each and every year. We abort our own children just so it doesn't
effect our fucking nightlife. If you have cancer is costs thousands
of dollars to stay alive, to keep pumping the blood through our veins
and we pay it just to wake up to feel the pain once more. We are
walking talking bacteria, we are fungus and the planet is our molding
and rotting piece of fruit. Our only function is to survive and
thrive no matter the cost. This world has embedded a survival
instinct in humans that you will nevi be able to comprehend at this
point. Your too far behind to catch up. This is MY WORLD. This is
where I bleed, where I sowed my fucking seed. Where I have paid for
my ideology, where I have been ridiculed and had to fight back. I
EARNED MY RIGHT TO LIVE HERE AND SO WILL YOU. Star, this is you
earning your strips. If I can't beat you I will leave you with a few
scars. I will leave you with a slice of humanity to remember all of
us by. If I am not the evil you are looking for now the marks I vow
to leave will make you realize that I am the one that needs to be
stopped, because I will achieve my vision for humanity. Then maybe I
will lead my army of humans to your world and we will see just who is
best at genocide, and we have a pretty stellar history of that.”
I stop to take a breath
“Star, you have been impressive. You
have defeated Brett Carson and Alexander Oliver, but I have this new
found motivation. See Star lets say you really are from another
galaxy. Two weeks ago I defeated what some people would call the best
this world has to offer. I put Matt Slater down for the three count.
I proved that I can hang with the top warriors this world has to
offer. See now I have a new found motivation. I have the opportunity
to show the world that I am one of the best that the universe has to
offer. I silence the critics, I show them that Casanova English is
the most powerful being this world has to offer. I will end the
travels of the intergalactic warrior and then these people that raise
you so high on this god like pedestal will see The Revolution. Their
little minds with crumble and they will fall to their knees under my
reign. I just explained to you how hostile human's can be to one
another, how we will destroy each other from personal gain. Just
imagine what a person like me is willing to do to you Star.”
I laugh stepping back from the camera a
bit. I can feel the electricity, I can feel the propeller pushing me
into superstardome, pushing me into a household name. In that house I
will find the minds of America, and I will twist them to my liking.
“Did you ever hear of Area 51? They
say aliens have been here before. What they say is done to them is
terrible. While they are alive these extraterrestrial beings are
dissected while they are still alive. We pull them apart just to see
how their organs function and how they tick. We tear beings like you
apart, just for our own curiosity. We do it just to make sure you are
not a threat. Now at Exposure I am hoping it will be a lot like that,
your bronze god muscles will reveal your movements before you make
them, with every flex, every twist, every contortion I will pick up
on it. . . and I will manipulate it. See on this earth humans have
earned a right to survive. We fought our way to the top of the food
chain. We used out survival instinct. I have a survival instinct that
was cultivated and groomed inside me by every evil, by every wrong
doing, by every innocent lost in this battle towards enlightenment.
You can't understand that, you can't come close to understanding what
it takes. You don't see what humans have been through to earn it's
own right to defend this family. I don't need you to clean the evil,
I never asked for your help, no one did. It's time I sent you home.
Your war paint cannot duplicated the scars left on my mind from this
war.”
I take another breath moving closer to
the camera and crouching down so I am looking eye level to at the
lens. Smiling I let out another small burst of laughter.
“Then again it is far more likely you
are insane right? So lets talk about that possibility for a moment.
Lets talk about perception. Lets talk about how you see the world,
and how I see the world. I mean you are under the impression you are
here to save it from an evil. You think that you can save this world,
you think you can single handily extinguish and evil? I want the same
thing. I want to liberate these people, I want to eradicate the
immorally unjustified. I want to destroy the corrupt political
system. I want equality for all man kind, even if it comes at their
own expense. We both believe in something, we both want essentially
the same thing, we just have a different perception on how to solve
these things. You see the world as something you came here to save, I
have lived in it. I have bleed with my fellow man. I have cried with
my fellow man. I have lived this reality for a while. How can you
save us, if you don't even understand us? So I guess at Exposure it
all comes down to shattering the illusions, it all comes down to who
has the strongest reality. If you are as naive as you seem all the
strength you have, all the rotations you can spin will have no
effect. I know what it takes to survive, I know what it takes to kill
a giant. I have failed when I was here before, but I will not fail
again. This is the classic battle of brains vs brawn, and in a war of
perception the mind always wins.”
“If you have no idea of our way of
life, and the lessons the world has to teach then I am sorry Star,
but you are going to run mach speed directly into this black hole.
Not growing up on this world has not allowed you to know the
dangerous situations you might find yourself in. . .”
I look out at a piece of Minnesota and
can't help but think how Star and I are going to set it on fire.
“My mother always told me not to play
with guns. . . and me. . . I am a loose fucking cannon!”
I spin the camera to get a shot of the
city for a second before I push the switch fading it to black, like a
deep dark black hole sent only to turn something into nothing.
“From the moment the invaders
arrived, breathed our air, ate and drank, they were doomed. They were
undone, destroyed, after all of man's weapons and devices had failed,
by the tiniest creatures that God in his wisdom put upon this earth.
By the toll of a billion deaths, man had earned his immunity, his
right to survive among this planet's infinite organisms. And that
right is ours against all challenges. For neither do men live nor die
in vain.”
-War of the Worlds-