Post by The Masked Superstar on Jul 6, 2024 16:09:10 GMT -5
A man walks through a cemetery, on a very rainy night. The man is holding a flashlight leading his way, and a velvet bag in his left hand.
He makes his way to a shrine-ish looking limestone creation in the middle of the row of headstones. He pauses for a second before putting the flashlight down showing the grave.
“Here lay’s an unknown man, forgotten by the world, accepted by the heavens.”
The man opens up the velvet bag and pulls out a Orange and Purple wrestling mask. There is a silver POISON patch on the forehead of the mask.
He puts the mask on. His eyes look down at a piece of paper.
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The devastation of the event getting canceled in a way enabled my death, It let be free of training you, free of worrying about you, it let me be free. My work was done. You were set to win that match….. Billy Broom… a joke. You were in your prime, and just like that! Shoosh!
Everything gone. Nothing to fight for, all that training for nothing. The scars, blood, sweat and tears in training for nothing.
It crushed me, that’s why I’m no longer here. I had no will to fight.
But remember my cowardice if you ever find yourself low….
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A tear drops onto the yellowed piece of paper.
Sniffling can be heard.
The man turns the paper around.
I should remind you that any battle you shall fight before your time is up. You have to give it your all as like my will to live, yours cannot handle another loss.
Fight every fight like it’s your last, because if you lose, you know what to do...
Goodbye.
The man lays the piece of paper on the ground, and unbuttons his suit jacket and digs into his pockets.
The man withdraws a exacto style knife, and looks to the sky and faces away from the tombstone.
The man let’s out a terrifying scream of agony, before turning around back to the tombstone.
”The End?” is sliced into his stomach.