Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2014 8:25:36 GMT -5
October 2nd, 2014.
I was stood in the ring over a broken, decimated Nikki Dean. I had crippled this woman. As she lay on the floor, destroyed, screaming, crying, and writhing in pain, I felt a sense of satisfaction come into my mind. I then felt a small smile start to appear on my face. I had just eliminated the National Champion. I had her beaten. But I wasn't the champion. I had hurt her to the point where she had a broken arm - but it wasn't enough for me. And do you know my only regret?
I didn't finish the job.
November 3rd, 2014.
Axel is sat at home on his computer, looking for new gear, when a message appears.
8:16am - Candice: Are you taking Seth to the fireworks display?
8:17am - Axel: No, I can't do tomorrow. I've already made plans.
8:17am - Candice: Oh, ok. He was really looking forward to seeing you, but if you're busy, it's fine.
8:18am - Axel: Yeah, I know he was. But I've got some more important stuff to take care of.
8:18am - Candice: Ok. I guess I'll message you again sometime soon.
8:18am - Axel: Yeah. Whatever.
October 2nd, 2014.
I was backstage.
Looking on at the trainers room, I saw Nikki screaming on the gurney. I felt myself chuckle slightly, as she was wheeled away into an ambulance. I walked back to the locker room, when I was stopped for an interview.
Axel, can I get your thoughts on what just happened?
What do you mean? The fact I broke Nikki Dean's arm, or the fact that I'm not National Champion right now? You see, the fact of the matter is, I decimated you out there Nikki. You were on the ground writhing in pain, while I stood over you victorious. I should be the champion right now. And that's why I'm pissed off. Because I physically beat you tithe point where you couldn't get up. I made your arm - and you - useless. As I stood above you, and looked down on a shell of a pro wrestler, one thought crossed into my mind. Why didn't I finish you right there when I had the chance. I hurt you so badly, that if I was to put an end to you and take you out of the picture - I'd have done you a favour. Because that would've meant that you wouldn't have to face me when you return. And believe me, that would have been good for me, too. It would have saved me the job of having to destroy you again. But thinking about it now, I want to destroy you. I want to bring you pain you've never experienced befo-
I'm sorry Axel, but we've ran out of ti-
You just shut you're damn mouth, cracker-jack, and remember who you're dealing with. I don't give a fu-
The camera cuts.
November 5th, 2014.
A text appears on Axel's phone as he is sat on his ass watching TV.
Candice: Are you sure you can't come?
Axel picks up his phone and proceeds to reply.
Axel: Yeah. I'm busy.
Axel gets up, leaves his house, and gets in his truck. Driving along, he lights a cigarette, and continues to drive, until he reaches a warehouse. Walking into the darkness of the warehouse, voices can be heard, but are almost inaudible.
I was stood in the ring over a broken, decimated Nikki Dean. I had crippled this woman. As she lay on the floor, destroyed, screaming, crying, and writhing in pain, I felt a sense of satisfaction come into my mind. I then felt a small smile start to appear on my face. I had just eliminated the National Champion. I had her beaten. But I wasn't the champion. I had hurt her to the point where she had a broken arm - but it wasn't enough for me. And do you know my only regret?
I didn't finish the job.
November 3rd, 2014.
Axel is sat at home on his computer, looking for new gear, when a message appears.
8:16am - Candice: Are you taking Seth to the fireworks display?
8:17am - Axel: No, I can't do tomorrow. I've already made plans.
8:17am - Candice: Oh, ok. He was really looking forward to seeing you, but if you're busy, it's fine.
8:18am - Axel: Yeah, I know he was. But I've got some more important stuff to take care of.
8:18am - Candice: Ok. I guess I'll message you again sometime soon.
8:18am - Axel: Yeah. Whatever.
October 2nd, 2014.
I was backstage.
Looking on at the trainers room, I saw Nikki screaming on the gurney. I felt myself chuckle slightly, as she was wheeled away into an ambulance. I walked back to the locker room, when I was stopped for an interview.
Axel, can I get your thoughts on what just happened?
What do you mean? The fact I broke Nikki Dean's arm, or the fact that I'm not National Champion right now? You see, the fact of the matter is, I decimated you out there Nikki. You were on the ground writhing in pain, while I stood over you victorious. I should be the champion right now. And that's why I'm pissed off. Because I physically beat you tithe point where you couldn't get up. I made your arm - and you - useless. As I stood above you, and looked down on a shell of a pro wrestler, one thought crossed into my mind. Why didn't I finish you right there when I had the chance. I hurt you so badly, that if I was to put an end to you and take you out of the picture - I'd have done you a favour. Because that would've meant that you wouldn't have to face me when you return. And believe me, that would have been good for me, too. It would have saved me the job of having to destroy you again. But thinking about it now, I want to destroy you. I want to bring you pain you've never experienced befo-
I'm sorry Axel, but we've ran out of ti-
You just shut you're damn mouth, cracker-jack, and remember who you're dealing with. I don't give a fu-
The camera cuts.
November 5th, 2014.
A text appears on Axel's phone as he is sat on his ass watching TV.
Candice: Are you sure you can't come?
Axel picks up his phone and proceeds to reply.
Axel: Yeah. I'm busy.
Axel gets up, leaves his house, and gets in his truck. Driving along, he lights a cigarette, and continues to drive, until he reaches a warehouse. Walking into the darkness of the warehouse, voices can be heard, but are almost inaudible.