Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2015 12:06:27 GMT -5
Eternal Suffering
January 10th, 2015, 9:00am.
I'm not sure if anyone else understands me.
For the better part of my life, I have been alone. No parents, no family, few friends. I dropped out of high school when I was 15. I worked at a mall to survive, and at the end of the day, I would return home to my crapty little apartment, watch TV, smoke pot, and go to sleep. And the next day, I would do the same. This went on for 3 years, until I turned 19. At that point, I realised what I was doing was no way to live. At 11:00pm on my 18th birthday, I found myself sat on my couch eating dry cereal and drinking energy drink. I realised that I was just as pathetic as my mother, my father, and every one else in my life. The next day, I burned all the drugs in my house, went into town in my 88 pickup truck, and stopped at the local gym. Little did I know, a local indy promoter was there, and he saw something in me. So, he took me in, I trained, and I worked for hundreds of unknown, rinky-dink little indy feds all over the country for nothing but a soda and a "thanks for coming" until I found myself at a trial for the WFWF. People said I would never get this far. People said I'd never make it out of school. You see, people like me aren't supposed to get success. People like me, who don't fit life's ideals of a human being, aren't supposed to amount to anything. But I did. I pushed, and I fought through every injury and setback, and here I am. And that brings me to right now. Devilkiller. Devil-killer. D-e-v-i-l-k-i-l-l-e-r. A killer of the devil. The reaper of satan. Let me ask you something. You may call yourself the Devilkiller, but do you think you can kill somebody worse than the devil? Do you think you can kill somebody with a heart blacker than the night? Do you think that you can kill somebody who has been to hell and walked through with a smile on his face? Before you reply, no. You can't. You can try, but I will not die. I cannot be killed. You cannot kill what's already dead. Take a look into my eyes. What do you see? A dark, soulless stare? An empty, black glance? Or an angry, pissed off, piercing look? Whichever one you see, I want you to think about it. Think long, hard, and good about it. Because when you step in that ring with me, and you're stood on the opposite side, you'll look at me. And you'll see my eyes, staring a hole through. And I swear to god, that'll be the last thing you ever see. I'm going to hurt you. I'm going to bring you pain. I might even cause you eternal suffering. And despite the fact that I'm facing you at the PPV, you aren't even the #1 thing on my mind right now. Despite the fact, that when I beat you, I can go on to win the national championship, that isn't even the #1 thing on my mind right now. The #1 thing on my mind, is something you'll all find out about a little later on. But, hey, let's not get off topic here. So, to wrap up, "Devilkiller", in short, I am indestructible. Unbreakable. Unstoppable. And you're going to find out first hand at Homecoming. *chuckles* See you there, pal..
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January 6th, 2015, 12pm.
At the WFWF's head office, Axel is taking an interview.
Hello everybody, and thank you for visiting WFWF.com!
Today, I am joined by WFWF Superstar Axel Thornstowe.
How are you today, Axel?
I'm pretty mad, actually.
Yeah? Why's that?
Have you been living under a rock for the past 3 months? Every time I can feel the National Championship within my grasp, I get screwed over and it's ripped away from me as quickly as it was put in front of me.
...right. So, uh, can I get your thoughts going into your match at Homecoming with Devilkiller, an established name here in the WFWF?
Absolutely. I'm going to rip his head off of his f*cking shoulders.
You sound pretty focused.
Heh, believe me, I have never been more focused in my life.
That's always a good thing to hear. Can I ask you about the recent personality change you seem to have undergone in recent weeks?
Yeah. A few weeks ago, I realised something. I realised that just by being a moody guy, I wasn't going to change anything. But if I was a malicious, infuriated, rage-filled monster, I could change anything I wanted. There's a lot of people here in this company that have themselves to blame for what I'm about to bring down upon them.
Care to elaborate?
Nikki Dean. Broke her f*cking arm, forfeited the National Title, and it wasn't mine. It should have been. I beat her until she couldn't physically compete. I think that warrants the title. Joe Bishop. I still hate him with a burning passion. Once again, I was screwed out of the National Title. And there's a lot of others here that I would take forever to name. But they know who they are.
Alright Axel, thanks for your time. We'll be back tomorrow with another interview.
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September 23rd, 2003. Axel returns home from school to find a note on the table. It is from his father.
"Axel.
I'm leaving you. You're mother may have died, and this will leave you parentless, but who cares, she was trash anyway. You're a useless kid, Axel. You're a problem child. Don't you know that nobody ever wanted you? Your mother never wanted you. I never wanted you. You were an accident. We never cared about what you had to say, and we never cared about you. You were always just there, an annoyance, a hinderance, a problem, and now I'm sick of you, you pure-bred intellectually- disabled person. I hope you have it in the back of your mind, and I hope you always know that you are nothing in this world. You're a crapstain on the shoes of society, and I hope you burn in hell forever, you worthless piece of sh¡t. Bye.
- Dad."
Axel tears the note into small pieces, and throws them down on the table. He goes into the kitchen, grabs the steel trash can, puts all the pieces inside, gets a match, takes it outside, and burns it. He leaves it there to burn all night.
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London, England - WFWF Presents The Clash. Moments after Thornstowe's loss to DJS and Kirkbride, he's backstage, and angry.
"F*CK!"
"I can't believe I let it happen again."
Axel is going nuts. Throwing chairs, kicking lockers, and yelling, when he hears someone speaking. It's Shapiro.
"Hey, hey, calm down!"
"Calm down?"
"You expect me to calm down after everything that's happened?"
"Why? What's happened?"
"Do you realise, that every single match I've competed in since I first came here 7 months ago has ended with me losing?"
"You can't win them all. Just calm down."
"Calm down? This is me when I'm calm. Wait, do you wanna see my when I'm angry? Is that what it is? Do you wanna see my when I'm enraged? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?"
"Look, just try an-"
"You know what? F*ck this."
Axel leaves.
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October 15th, 2003, Henry Andrews Regional High School. "Parents Day".
"Hello, class. Today is parents day. I hope all of you have told your parents and I hope they are all here, because this should be a really fun and interesting lesson."
"Tom, is your dad here?"
"Yes, Mrs. Lee."
"Leonard, is your mom here?"
"Yes, Mrs. Lee."
"Paige, is your dad here?"
"Yes, Mrs. Lee."
Mrs. Lee went around the class, asking everyone, and she finally arrived to Axel.
"Axel, is your dad here?"
"No, Mrs. Lee."
"Oh, why's that? Was he unable to make it?"
"....yeah. Let's go with that. Mrs. Lee, if you don't mind, I'd still like to talk about what my dad does for a living and him as a person at the front of the class. Would that be okay?"
"I see no problem in that."
"Thanks."
Axel walked past his classmates, walked to the front of the classroom, and took a seat.
"My dad.
My dad.
My dad..
My dad wasn't a good man. In fact, some would say my dad was a pure villain. My dad was a drug addict, a mafia leader, and a murderer. For as long as I can remember, my dad was on the run from the cops. My dad would always be bringing these strange "business associates" home. I wasn't stupid, I knew they were his henchmen. I can honestly say, from the bottom of my heart, I hated my father. I always have, and I always will. My father killed himself last month. And honestly, I'm happy he's dead, and I hope he rots in hell for the rest of eternity, along with my drug addict of a mother. They were both scum, and neither of them mean anything to me."
"........."
"........."
Stunned silence gripped the classroom. Classmates stare at Axel, awaiting a response from Mrs. Lee.
"Um, uh, thank you for that, Axel... please return to your sea-"
"Woah, woah, woah, woah. What's the rush, chief? I'm nowhere near done."
Axel sat there and talked in depth about his hatred for his parents. For that entire time, his classmates, and Mrs. Lee, stared at Axel in awe. After about 45 minutes of talking, Mrs. Lee said..
"Okay, I think that'll be enough, Axel."
"...yeah, okay."
"Thank you."
"..oh. It's time for the bell... Class dismissed, I suppose.
On the way outside from class, Axel was stopped by a few of his classmates, who were asking him questions.
"Hey, Axel, when did you first know about your dad?"
"Hey, Axel, what's it like living on your own?"
"Hey, Axel, what was your life like growing up?"
Axel ignored them all, and continued out the door, however, everyone was still asking him questions.
"Hey, Ax-"
"Jesus H F*ck, guys. I just explained everything to you all, in detail, and now you want more? Sorry, but I've said enough. Goodbye."
Axel left the school grounds, and walked home. However, this trip home would be an eventful one. On the block before his house, Axel was almost ran over by a guy on a bike.
SCCCCRRRRREEEEEEECCCCCCHHHHHHH!
"Holy f*ck!"
"Oh my god, did I hit you?"
"Barely."
"Sh¡t, I'm sorry."
"It's fine. I've been through worse."
The person removed their helmet, and it turned out to be a 17 year old senior from Axel's high school.
"Hey.... I think I know you. You're Axel, right?"
"Yep."
"The guy who has the psycho dad?"
"Correction: had. How did you find out so quick?"
"Dude, it's the talk of the school! Sorry about your dad, man."
"Don't be. He was a piece of sh¡t anyway."
"Oh yeah, I forgot. You hated him."
"Correction: hate."
"Oh, anyways, I'm Lloyd. I go to Henry Andrews too. I'm a senior.
"Oh, cool."
"You seem like a cool guy. I'm throwing a party tonight. You wanna come buy?"
"That depends."
"On what?"
"Where is it?"
"My house, 32, Bradley Street."
"Oh, then, yeah. I can make it. That's on my street."
"Awesome. The party starts at 7:00."
"I don't really do parties, though."
"Come on, man, it'll be fun."
"Oh, f*ck it. Alright then."
January 10th, 2015, 9:00am.
I'm not sure if anyone else understands me.
For the better part of my life, I have been alone. No parents, no family, few friends. I dropped out of high school when I was 15. I worked at a mall to survive, and at the end of the day, I would return home to my crapty little apartment, watch TV, smoke pot, and go to sleep. And the next day, I would do the same. This went on for 3 years, until I turned 19. At that point, I realised what I was doing was no way to live. At 11:00pm on my 18th birthday, I found myself sat on my couch eating dry cereal and drinking energy drink. I realised that I was just as pathetic as my mother, my father, and every one else in my life. The next day, I burned all the drugs in my house, went into town in my 88 pickup truck, and stopped at the local gym. Little did I know, a local indy promoter was there, and he saw something in me. So, he took me in, I trained, and I worked for hundreds of unknown, rinky-dink little indy feds all over the country for nothing but a soda and a "thanks for coming" until I found myself at a trial for the WFWF. People said I would never get this far. People said I'd never make it out of school. You see, people like me aren't supposed to get success. People like me, who don't fit life's ideals of a human being, aren't supposed to amount to anything. But I did. I pushed, and I fought through every injury and setback, and here I am. And that brings me to right now. Devilkiller. Devil-killer. D-e-v-i-l-k-i-l-l-e-r. A killer of the devil. The reaper of satan. Let me ask you something. You may call yourself the Devilkiller, but do you think you can kill somebody worse than the devil? Do you think you can kill somebody with a heart blacker than the night? Do you think that you can kill somebody who has been to hell and walked through with a smile on his face? Before you reply, no. You can't. You can try, but I will not die. I cannot be killed. You cannot kill what's already dead. Take a look into my eyes. What do you see? A dark, soulless stare? An empty, black glance? Or an angry, pissed off, piercing look? Whichever one you see, I want you to think about it. Think long, hard, and good about it. Because when you step in that ring with me, and you're stood on the opposite side, you'll look at me. And you'll see my eyes, staring a hole through. And I swear to god, that'll be the last thing you ever see. I'm going to hurt you. I'm going to bring you pain. I might even cause you eternal suffering. And despite the fact that I'm facing you at the PPV, you aren't even the #1 thing on my mind right now. Despite the fact, that when I beat you, I can go on to win the national championship, that isn't even the #1 thing on my mind right now. The #1 thing on my mind, is something you'll all find out about a little later on. But, hey, let's not get off topic here. So, to wrap up, "Devilkiller", in short, I am indestructible. Unbreakable. Unstoppable. And you're going to find out first hand at Homecoming. *chuckles* See you there, pal..
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January 6th, 2015, 12pm.
At the WFWF's head office, Axel is taking an interview.
Hello everybody, and thank you for visiting WFWF.com!
Today, I am joined by WFWF Superstar Axel Thornstowe.
How are you today, Axel?
I'm pretty mad, actually.
Yeah? Why's that?
Have you been living under a rock for the past 3 months? Every time I can feel the National Championship within my grasp, I get screwed over and it's ripped away from me as quickly as it was put in front of me.
...right. So, uh, can I get your thoughts going into your match at Homecoming with Devilkiller, an established name here in the WFWF?
Absolutely. I'm going to rip his head off of his f*cking shoulders.
You sound pretty focused.
Heh, believe me, I have never been more focused in my life.
That's always a good thing to hear. Can I ask you about the recent personality change you seem to have undergone in recent weeks?
Yeah. A few weeks ago, I realised something. I realised that just by being a moody guy, I wasn't going to change anything. But if I was a malicious, infuriated, rage-filled monster, I could change anything I wanted. There's a lot of people here in this company that have themselves to blame for what I'm about to bring down upon them.
Care to elaborate?
Nikki Dean. Broke her f*cking arm, forfeited the National Title, and it wasn't mine. It should have been. I beat her until she couldn't physically compete. I think that warrants the title. Joe Bishop. I still hate him with a burning passion. Once again, I was screwed out of the National Title. And there's a lot of others here that I would take forever to name. But they know who they are.
Alright Axel, thanks for your time. We'll be back tomorrow with another interview.
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September 23rd, 2003. Axel returns home from school to find a note on the table. It is from his father.
"Axel.
I'm leaving you. You're mother may have died, and this will leave you parentless, but who cares, she was trash anyway. You're a useless kid, Axel. You're a problem child. Don't you know that nobody ever wanted you? Your mother never wanted you. I never wanted you. You were an accident. We never cared about what you had to say, and we never cared about you. You were always just there, an annoyance, a hinderance, a problem, and now I'm sick of you, you pure-bred intellectually- disabled person. I hope you have it in the back of your mind, and I hope you always know that you are nothing in this world. You're a crapstain on the shoes of society, and I hope you burn in hell forever, you worthless piece of sh¡t. Bye.
- Dad."
Axel tears the note into small pieces, and throws them down on the table. He goes into the kitchen, grabs the steel trash can, puts all the pieces inside, gets a match, takes it outside, and burns it. He leaves it there to burn all night.
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London, England - WFWF Presents The Clash. Moments after Thornstowe's loss to DJS and Kirkbride, he's backstage, and angry.
"F*CK!"
"I can't believe I let it happen again."
Axel is going nuts. Throwing chairs, kicking lockers, and yelling, when he hears someone speaking. It's Shapiro.
"Hey, hey, calm down!"
"Calm down?"
"You expect me to calm down after everything that's happened?"
"Why? What's happened?"
"Do you realise, that every single match I've competed in since I first came here 7 months ago has ended with me losing?"
"You can't win them all. Just calm down."
"Calm down? This is me when I'm calm. Wait, do you wanna see my when I'm angry? Is that what it is? Do you wanna see my when I'm enraged? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?"
"Look, just try an-"
"You know what? F*ck this."
Axel leaves.
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October 15th, 2003, Henry Andrews Regional High School. "Parents Day".
"Hello, class. Today is parents day. I hope all of you have told your parents and I hope they are all here, because this should be a really fun and interesting lesson."
"Tom, is your dad here?"
"Yes, Mrs. Lee."
"Leonard, is your mom here?"
"Yes, Mrs. Lee."
"Paige, is your dad here?"
"Yes, Mrs. Lee."
Mrs. Lee went around the class, asking everyone, and she finally arrived to Axel.
"Axel, is your dad here?"
"No, Mrs. Lee."
"Oh, why's that? Was he unable to make it?"
"....yeah. Let's go with that. Mrs. Lee, if you don't mind, I'd still like to talk about what my dad does for a living and him as a person at the front of the class. Would that be okay?"
"I see no problem in that."
"Thanks."
Axel walked past his classmates, walked to the front of the classroom, and took a seat.
"My dad.
My dad.
My dad..
My dad wasn't a good man. In fact, some would say my dad was a pure villain. My dad was a drug addict, a mafia leader, and a murderer. For as long as I can remember, my dad was on the run from the cops. My dad would always be bringing these strange "business associates" home. I wasn't stupid, I knew they were his henchmen. I can honestly say, from the bottom of my heart, I hated my father. I always have, and I always will. My father killed himself last month. And honestly, I'm happy he's dead, and I hope he rots in hell for the rest of eternity, along with my drug addict of a mother. They were both scum, and neither of them mean anything to me."
"........."
"........."
Stunned silence gripped the classroom. Classmates stare at Axel, awaiting a response from Mrs. Lee.
"Um, uh, thank you for that, Axel... please return to your sea-"
"Woah, woah, woah, woah. What's the rush, chief? I'm nowhere near done."
Axel sat there and talked in depth about his hatred for his parents. For that entire time, his classmates, and Mrs. Lee, stared at Axel in awe. After about 45 minutes of talking, Mrs. Lee said..
"Okay, I think that'll be enough, Axel."
"...yeah, okay."
"Thank you."
"..oh. It's time for the bell... Class dismissed, I suppose.
On the way outside from class, Axel was stopped by a few of his classmates, who were asking him questions.
"Hey, Axel, when did you first know about your dad?"
"Hey, Axel, what's it like living on your own?"
"Hey, Axel, what was your life like growing up?"
Axel ignored them all, and continued out the door, however, everyone was still asking him questions.
"Hey, Ax-"
"Jesus H F*ck, guys. I just explained everything to you all, in detail, and now you want more? Sorry, but I've said enough. Goodbye."
Axel left the school grounds, and walked home. However, this trip home would be an eventful one. On the block before his house, Axel was almost ran over by a guy on a bike.
SCCCCRRRRREEEEEEECCCCCCHHHHHHH!
"Holy f*ck!"
"Oh my god, did I hit you?"
"Barely."
"Sh¡t, I'm sorry."
"It's fine. I've been through worse."
The person removed their helmet, and it turned out to be a 17 year old senior from Axel's high school.
"Hey.... I think I know you. You're Axel, right?"
"Yep."
"The guy who has the psycho dad?"
"Correction: had. How did you find out so quick?"
"Dude, it's the talk of the school! Sorry about your dad, man."
"Don't be. He was a piece of sh¡t anyway."
"Oh yeah, I forgot. You hated him."
"Correction: hate."
"Oh, anyways, I'm Lloyd. I go to Henry Andrews too. I'm a senior.
"Oh, cool."
"You seem like a cool guy. I'm throwing a party tonight. You wanna come buy?"
"That depends."
"On what?"
"Where is it?"
"My house, 32, Bradley Street."
"Oh, then, yeah. I can make it. That's on my street."
"Awesome. The party starts at 7:00."
"I don't really do parties, though."
"Come on, man, it'll be fun."
"Oh, f*ck it. Alright then."