Post by rileyowens on Dec 17, 2014 2:16:28 GMT
A FLINT HorrOrigin Story: Part Three
Back in the System (Flashback)
I was in my room. I shouldn't have been able to hear them...but I did hear them.
The fucked up...I didn’t know what that meant at the time.
He didn’t really try. He made an off-handed comment, a pitiful attempt.
At least someone cared, understood.
Trauma―Pain.
Finally, I found someone who cared...or, at least I thought I did.
Terrorizer: Part Three
1-0 Nicki.
That’s the count right now.
1-0.
But, you shouldn’t be surprised, not one bit. I told you last week how the match was going to go. I told you how I was going to put the boots to you, how I was going to chop you down. I made it perfectly clear that I was going to make you pay; I let you know ahead of time that you had a mighty large target on your head.
And what do you know―I was correct.
Nicki, I might be a little bit mouthy; and most would say that I’m just a little bit arrogant...just a little bit. But the one thing that I am, is honest. I’ve never had time for lies and sugar coating love; I’d rather be direct and tell you how it is.
Nicki, truth be told, this next match is going to be a lot like last week’s match.
What do I mean?
Oh, I just mean that I’m going to dominate you. I just mean that you aren't going to have a chance to get much offense in. I just mean that I’m going to break you down and pick you part.
But, I’ll give you a bit of credit Nicki. You see, I expected our match to be short; truth be told, I expected you to roll over and die; that’s what weak wrestlers do. But, to my surprise, you...hmm, I guess the word would be “lasted.” You didn’t particularly bring the fight back to me; and, that was to be expected. However, you didn’t survive for a while; you “lasted.”
I commend you for that.
Now, don’t get overzealous now love; you are still a terrible wrestler. You simply know how to take a good ass whooping.
Hmm...you know what; I’m not going to say that; you aren’t a “terrible” wrestler. That was just me being rude and foolhardy. Let me try it again. You aren’t a terrible wrestler, you just aren’t better than me!
You aren’t better than Scarlet Flint!
Nicki, would like me to share secret or two with you? Would you like to know how I became so good, in such a short amount of time?
It’s not a problem, I’ll tell you. In fact, I break it down into three categories.
Life: Nicki, the reason I’m so fierce in the ri8ng is because I’ve always been fighting; I’ve been fighting all my life. I’ve fought to be loved; I’ve fought to be accepted. But most importantly, I’ve fought to survive!
I know how it feels to be down and out; I know how it feels to wallow aimlessly in the mire.
And yet, I found out how to pick myself up out of that mire―and become great!
Motivation: Nicki love, what is your motivation for wrestling? Do you want fame? Do you want glory? Do you want riches?
I don’t want any of that shit.
Truth be told, wrestling for me is a release. I’ve gone through a lot of terrible shit; however, when I step into that ring, nothing else matters. When I step into that ring, the troubles of the world are gone.
When I step into that ring, the thing that matters is me and my opponent.
Now, that’s a dangerous thing Nicki...for my opponent. Because in that moment, I don’t care about money and fame, I don’t care about money and friends―in that my goal is to dominate and destroy.
Dominate…
Destroy!
You’ve felt those effects first hand, right Nicki?
And lastly...\
Fans: You know what I’ve noticed about you over these past two matches? You seem to actually give a fuck about these fans. I mean, you play your little music and sashay down to the ring. You grab the microphone and you pander to them. You give them the whole “I’m going to do my best” speech, in order to try and make them go wild.
Everything you do is geared towards those fans.
That shows just how weak you are Nicki.
You see, I’m perfectly fine with being booed. I didn’t come here to make friends, and I didn’t come here to be cheered.
I came here to win!
Weak wrestlers have to rely on the fans; weak wrestlers require their cheers of support.
At the end of the day though, the fans aren’t in the ring. They are taking the bumps and they are taking the beating. At the end of the day, there are only two people in that ring…
You and me…
And like I said, my goal, my motivation is to Dominate and Destroy. The fans aren’t going to save you Nicki, they aren’t going to jump in and save your from this ass whooping. If anything, the fans will be your detriment. Fear and Pain were designed to keep your body in check; they were designed to tell your body when it has had enough.
However, if you end up listening to those fans, you’re just going to keep getting up; you’re going ignore the checks and balances your body has set up.
And in return―I’m just going to have to beat on you even more!
Surely, that’s not what you want, is it now Nicki? I mean, I’m happy to do it; I could beat on someone like you all day. But, is that how you want these three matches to go there?
Do you really want to experience three, senseless beatings?
Do you really want to go toe to toe with me in the ring, two more times?
Now, the smart thing for you to do would be to back out and quit. You should just pack up and go home, never to return to wrestling. Sure, that would make you a coward; no doubt. But, at least you’d leave with your mind and body intact.
However, at the rate you’re going, you're going to nothing more than a carcass after these matches.
And, we can’t have a carcass being the champion and representing this company can we?
1-0 Nicki…
And it’s about to be 2-0.
END
Back in the System (Flashback)
“Oh, Scarlet is back? I thought she got picked up by that nice family about five months ago.”
“Yeah, she’s back.”
“Yeah, she’s back.”
“What happened?”
“We must have fucked up during the screening. The Dad beat up on his wife; then he beat up on Scarlet.”
“We must have fucked up during the screening. The Dad beat up on his wife; then he beat up on Scarlet.”
“Is she ok?”
“Honestly, I couldn’t tell you.”
“Have you talked to her?”
“I tried.”
“Honestly, I couldn’t tell you.”
“Have you talked to her?”
“I tried.”
“Well, I’m going to go speak to her.”
“What’s the point?”
“She’s just a little girl! She has been through more shit in the last few months than anyone here.”
“What’s the point?”
“She’s just a little girl! She has been through more shit in the last few months than anyone here.”
“We need to hire shrink to come in and take a look at her; she’s got problems.”
“That’s what happens when you go through a lot of trauma.”
“That’s what happens when you go through a lot of trauma.”
“You are seriously going to try and talk to her? Right now?”
“YES! Why are you so heartless!? She needs someone right now!”
“YES! Why are you so heartless!? She needs someone right now!”
Terrorizer: Part Three
1-0 Nicki.
That’s the count right now.
1-0.
But, you shouldn’t be surprised, not one bit. I told you last week how the match was going to go. I told you how I was going to put the boots to you, how I was going to chop you down. I made it perfectly clear that I was going to make you pay; I let you know ahead of time that you had a mighty large target on your head.
And what do you know―I was correct.
Nicki, I might be a little bit mouthy; and most would say that I’m just a little bit arrogant...just a little bit. But the one thing that I am, is honest. I’ve never had time for lies and sugar coating love; I’d rather be direct and tell you how it is.
Nicki, truth be told, this next match is going to be a lot like last week’s match.
What do I mean?
Oh, I just mean that I’m going to dominate you. I just mean that you aren't going to have a chance to get much offense in. I just mean that I’m going to break you down and pick you part.
But, I’ll give you a bit of credit Nicki. You see, I expected our match to be short; truth be told, I expected you to roll over and die; that’s what weak wrestlers do. But, to my surprise, you...hmm, I guess the word would be “lasted.” You didn’t particularly bring the fight back to me; and, that was to be expected. However, you didn’t survive for a while; you “lasted.”
I commend you for that.
Now, don’t get overzealous now love; you are still a terrible wrestler. You simply know how to take a good ass whooping.
Hmm...you know what; I’m not going to say that; you aren’t a “terrible” wrestler. That was just me being rude and foolhardy. Let me try it again. You aren’t a terrible wrestler, you just aren’t better than me!
You aren’t better than Scarlet Flint!
Nicki, would like me to share secret or two with you? Would you like to know how I became so good, in such a short amount of time?
It’s not a problem, I’ll tell you. In fact, I break it down into three categories.
Life: Nicki, the reason I’m so fierce in the ri8ng is because I’ve always been fighting; I’ve been fighting all my life. I’ve fought to be loved; I’ve fought to be accepted. But most importantly, I’ve fought to survive!
I know how it feels to be down and out; I know how it feels to wallow aimlessly in the mire.
And yet, I found out how to pick myself up out of that mire―and become great!
Motivation: Nicki love, what is your motivation for wrestling? Do you want fame? Do you want glory? Do you want riches?
I don’t want any of that shit.
Truth be told, wrestling for me is a release. I’ve gone through a lot of terrible shit; however, when I step into that ring, nothing else matters. When I step into that ring, the troubles of the world are gone.
When I step into that ring, the thing that matters is me and my opponent.
Now, that’s a dangerous thing Nicki...for my opponent. Because in that moment, I don’t care about money and fame, I don’t care about money and friends―in that my goal is to dominate and destroy.
Dominate…
Destroy!
You’ve felt those effects first hand, right Nicki?
And lastly...\
Fans: You know what I’ve noticed about you over these past two matches? You seem to actually give a fuck about these fans. I mean, you play your little music and sashay down to the ring. You grab the microphone and you pander to them. You give them the whole “I’m going to do my best” speech, in order to try and make them go wild.
Everything you do is geared towards those fans.
That shows just how weak you are Nicki.
You see, I’m perfectly fine with being booed. I didn’t come here to make friends, and I didn’t come here to be cheered.
I came here to win!
Weak wrestlers have to rely on the fans; weak wrestlers require their cheers of support.
At the end of the day though, the fans aren’t in the ring. They are taking the bumps and they are taking the beating. At the end of the day, there are only two people in that ring…
You and me…
And like I said, my goal, my motivation is to Dominate and Destroy. The fans aren’t going to save you Nicki, they aren’t going to jump in and save your from this ass whooping. If anything, the fans will be your detriment. Fear and Pain were designed to keep your body in check; they were designed to tell your body when it has had enough.
However, if you end up listening to those fans, you’re just going to keep getting up; you’re going ignore the checks and balances your body has set up.
And in return―I’m just going to have to beat on you even more!
Surely, that’s not what you want, is it now Nicki? I mean, I’m happy to do it; I could beat on someone like you all day. But, is that how you want these three matches to go there?
Do you really want to experience three, senseless beatings?
Do you really want to go toe to toe with me in the ring, two more times?
Now, the smart thing for you to do would be to back out and quit. You should just pack up and go home, never to return to wrestling. Sure, that would make you a coward; no doubt. But, at least you’d leave with your mind and body intact.
However, at the rate you’re going, you're going to nothing more than a carcass after these matches.
And, we can’t have a carcass being the champion and representing this company can we?
1-0 Nicki…
And it’s about to be 2-0.
END