Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2021 22:49:28 GMT -5
I came back from the blackout, opening my eyes but yet I saw nothing; then I started to feel something around my throat again. I struggled against it, but it was a strong grip that pushed my larynx to the bursting point, and I could actually feel my C1 vertebrae start to crumble. I felt like this might be it… I know we just started, but good time for an Outcast comparison, what do you say? Let’s…
"So this is what it feels like huh? To choke or to get chocked? This is what Outcast feels time after time after time? Choking every time he gets an opportunity to be THE man, to be THE top guy, to be… the World Champion? Imaging going through life feeling like this all the time and I’m only talking about his wrestling life. He’s personal life is more messed up than that and he has definitely choked that away too. When I see a broken-down man like him, I can’t help but wonder when he will finally be choked out for good? Maybe this one-on-one match between the two of us will finally be it, maybe this time he will break from the hold and finally breathe free or maybe, just maybe, Outcast finally takes his last breath.
I am definitely up to the task to be the one that puts him down for good, to be one that makes him take that last breath. I’m not talking about murder of course, I’ll let him live that life all on his own but I’m pretty sure if he keeps living the way he is, he may not have long to live anyway. No, that is not a death wish for him on my part, that is just an observation on my part based on what he is choosing to share with me and the rest of the world. It truly is really simple: you live by the gun, you are bound to die by it. But what I’m talking about is when I beat him either for the 1, 2, 3 or if I make him tap out; then again, I don’t think Outcast will be one to tap out at this point in his career. He’s come too far and like I said, with this being likely his last chance, he will not be so willing to tap out. So yes, if not the pin the choke out option will be the fitting way for him to go.
As I think back on me getting choked, I can’t imagine feeling this way over and over again, going through life like this, once is bad enough for me. But I’m not giving up, I’m not giving in, not only after one title defense, that is also not enough, especially with a whole new crop of wrestlers coming into OCW. In one night I beat all members of the roster, on a second night I confirmed that victory, now, on my third night I solidify my footing as champion by defeating an old foe once and for all. After this, the possibilities are endless; so much talent has entered OCW, so many possible dream matches await me, I am not going to be the one choking now."
I started to fight the grip with all the energy that was left in my body. I felt a bit of freedom in my windpipe as a little bit of air finally filtered through. My lungs felt reenergized, and I continue to fight the hold and as I did the darkness started to give way to the light. My will was strong and getting stronger, whatever or whoever it was that was chocking me was realizing the kind of fight that was in me, the kind of fight Outcast can definitely expect.
I felt their grip try to give one last crushing effort, but no, not now, not like this: I finally broke free and felt myself fall to the ground hard. I coughed, getting full breaths in now trying to recover as quickly as possible while checking my throat with my right hand to make sure nothing was really busted. Once my mind and body started to settle down I started to feel the heat all around me. I got up from the burning floor and now that I had gotten my eyesight, I wish I hadn’t.
I have never been to hell, but my tag team partner in GCWA, Marcus Ka’Derrion has, seriously, and what I saw didn’t quite match what he described so had he not put that image on my head, I would definitely say that what I was looking at was hell itself. I was in some sort of cave and it was indeed hot as hell in there. There were flames all over the walls, set to provide a proper mood for what I saw going on in front of me.
It is hard to describe really, but I will do my best: there was a large wooden giant capstan hammer which souls, not men, women or even skeleton figures like in Pirates of the Caribbean, but floating beings who likely were human at one point and now I was interpreting as souls. Anyway, there was one behind each handle, pushing which caused the giant hammer to spin around. The purpose of this I never figured out, but standing on the top of the hammer was the man I had been looking for, The Enigmatic One. Well, I hoped he was still a man, based on my surroundings I wasn’t sure. He wore a long black cloak just like the ninja that started all this did; his face was covered, his long blonde hair coming down from out of the hood and down to his chest in braids. His hand was reaching out to me, like Vader did every time he used the dark side of the force to choke someone. He realizes his grip was no longer affecting me as he looked at his hand puzzled. He then floated from the hammer down to me, no bullshit, and even though I tried to back away, I couldn’t, I was frozen stiff. He got face to face with me, and tried as I might, I could not actually see his face. He spoke with a tone that would make Lord Voldermont proud.
Enigma: Venom…. You are indeed your father’s son.
Great, him too I thought to myself. Would have actually told him that except that I couldn’t speak. He continued.
Enigma: Your will is strong, your mind determined, and you got more great qualities, some from him and
some from your dearly beloved mother.
Pull at my heartstrings why don’t you?
Enigma: But like your father, you too have a weakness and ironically enough, your weakness IS your father… and that is why I have brought you here, to my home for the soulless, to finally give you the closure you think you need. But let’s go to a setting more familiar to my followers, and a place where you will actually be able to speak and move freely and also not be so creeped out by my appearance.
I wasn’t creeped out at all… OK, maybe a little. He put his hand on my right shoulder and I blacked out again. This shit was getting old, but unlike the last time I came to fairly quickly and found myself on softer ground, laying on my side as I opened my eyes. I sat up and looked around and saw a camp-like-fire. I stood up and looked around and realized that I was behind the old church, though the area is not part of the cemetery. There were seven large rocks sat up around the fire and sitting on one of them was Enigma though now he looks more like the wrestler I sort of used to watch when I was a kid: wearing a long sleeve white shirt, untucked, black pants and boots. His hair is all white now, not blonde, but very long and even though it is nighttime, he still wore shades. He motioned for me to sit down across from him and I did, but after, he just sat there as if waiting for me to begin so I did.
Xavier: So you are alive after all.
Enigma: Perhaps… Alive enough for this anyway.
Xavier: Um, what does that mean?
Enigma: …
Xavier: OK, so um, what have you been up to this whole time? How have you been in touch with Paco? Why all the secrecy about your status? Are you retired? Why reveal yourself now and to me of all people?
Enigma: My time is very limited Xavier Lux, I don’t think you, or your audience, care too much about all of that if at all. You are here for one reason and one reason only.
Xavier: Alright fine, so let’s not beat around the bush then, you brought me here to tell me about my father, so let’s hear it. Is he alive or is he dead and if he is alive, where is he?
Enigma: So if he is dead, you don’t want to know where he is buried or otherwise?
Xavier: Not really, he’s dead, that is all I care about. Is not like I want to go and pay my respects, I don’t respect the man or anything he stands for… at all. Like you said, I want closure. If he really is dead, I want to know so I can move the fuck on and if he is alive, then I want to know where so I can confront him once and for all.
Enigma: It’s funny you say you don’t respect anything he represents but you are now representing the very federation he used to represent proudly. The federation he loved above all others. You are now and have been the keeper of two titles he too held. You don’t respect what he stood for, yet you are repeating everything he did.
Xavier: To despite him! To show him and the rest of the world that I could do what he did not only better but faster and without any of his help!
Enigma: But you could have never done what you did without him, deep down inside, you know this to be true.
Xavier: No, that is not true. Look, I didn’t come here to be lectured Enigma or to get swayed into thinking better of him. I know you and the rest of the old deadly sins will side with him. I know Paco has tried to get me to understand his way of thinking about this situation but none of you are changing my mind or how I feel. You wanted to get to the point because your time is precious, then let’s get to the fucking point. Is Scorpion alive or dead?!
Enigma: Yes.
Xavier: Yes? That was an either or question not a yes or no question. Which is it?
Enigma: Yes, my time is precious, and unfortunately it has run out.
Xavier: OK So tell me!
Enigma: he is dead Xavier. Your father is indeed dead.
I was speechless. There it was, the words that I wanted to hear for the better or the worst and Enigma just dropped them without emotion or care but I guess we had been building this long enough and it was time to rip off the band-aid. I sat there silent as Enigma stood up and started to walk away without saying much else. I snap out of it and got up.
Xavier: Wait! How do you know? How did it happen? Where? When?
But he continued walking without looking back and giving me another answer. I started to chase after him but the fog came back and just like before, it engulfed me quickly before I could get to him. I continued running, hoping to grab his shoulder but then tripped on something and fell flat on my face. I shook it off and as I got to my feet the fog started to clear up just as quick as it came. I looked around and I was back at the gravesite of the 7 Deadly Sins. I looked down and saw Blake Ka’Derrion’s tombstone again, I looked to my left and as the fog receded I saw the tombstone that didn’t reveal itself last time and my heart skipped a beat. It was not my father’s but Enigma’s. I looked at it confused, as I was expecting to be my father’s since Enigma just told me he was dead, and if he was, he would be buried here of course. All the old Deadly Sins are. But Enigma is dead? Then how did I just talk to him? What did just happen? Paco’s words comeback to me again and there is no need to repeat them, I just move on.
The fog was completely gone now, and to my surprise one more tombstone was revealed. I moved towards it and the air is sucked out of my lungs, as if I was just punched hard on my gut… There it was, the confirmation I wanted, finally, the tombstone of Javier Lux… aka “The Scorpion”.
"So this is what it feels like huh? To choke or to get chocked? This is what Outcast feels time after time after time? Choking every time he gets an opportunity to be THE man, to be THE top guy, to be… the World Champion? Imaging going through life feeling like this all the time and I’m only talking about his wrestling life. He’s personal life is more messed up than that and he has definitely choked that away too. When I see a broken-down man like him, I can’t help but wonder when he will finally be choked out for good? Maybe this one-on-one match between the two of us will finally be it, maybe this time he will break from the hold and finally breathe free or maybe, just maybe, Outcast finally takes his last breath.
I am definitely up to the task to be the one that puts him down for good, to be one that makes him take that last breath. I’m not talking about murder of course, I’ll let him live that life all on his own but I’m pretty sure if he keeps living the way he is, he may not have long to live anyway. No, that is not a death wish for him on my part, that is just an observation on my part based on what he is choosing to share with me and the rest of the world. It truly is really simple: you live by the gun, you are bound to die by it. But what I’m talking about is when I beat him either for the 1, 2, 3 or if I make him tap out; then again, I don’t think Outcast will be one to tap out at this point in his career. He’s come too far and like I said, with this being likely his last chance, he will not be so willing to tap out. So yes, if not the pin the choke out option will be the fitting way for him to go.
As I think back on me getting choked, I can’t imagine feeling this way over and over again, going through life like this, once is bad enough for me. But I’m not giving up, I’m not giving in, not only after one title defense, that is also not enough, especially with a whole new crop of wrestlers coming into OCW. In one night I beat all members of the roster, on a second night I confirmed that victory, now, on my third night I solidify my footing as champion by defeating an old foe once and for all. After this, the possibilities are endless; so much talent has entered OCW, so many possible dream matches await me, I am not going to be the one choking now."
I started to fight the grip with all the energy that was left in my body. I felt a bit of freedom in my windpipe as a little bit of air finally filtered through. My lungs felt reenergized, and I continue to fight the hold and as I did the darkness started to give way to the light. My will was strong and getting stronger, whatever or whoever it was that was chocking me was realizing the kind of fight that was in me, the kind of fight Outcast can definitely expect.
I felt their grip try to give one last crushing effort, but no, not now, not like this: I finally broke free and felt myself fall to the ground hard. I coughed, getting full breaths in now trying to recover as quickly as possible while checking my throat with my right hand to make sure nothing was really busted. Once my mind and body started to settle down I started to feel the heat all around me. I got up from the burning floor and now that I had gotten my eyesight, I wish I hadn’t.
I have never been to hell, but my tag team partner in GCWA, Marcus Ka’Derrion has, seriously, and what I saw didn’t quite match what he described so had he not put that image on my head, I would definitely say that what I was looking at was hell itself. I was in some sort of cave and it was indeed hot as hell in there. There were flames all over the walls, set to provide a proper mood for what I saw going on in front of me.
It is hard to describe really, but I will do my best: there was a large wooden giant capstan hammer which souls, not men, women or even skeleton figures like in Pirates of the Caribbean, but floating beings who likely were human at one point and now I was interpreting as souls. Anyway, there was one behind each handle, pushing which caused the giant hammer to spin around. The purpose of this I never figured out, but standing on the top of the hammer was the man I had been looking for, The Enigmatic One. Well, I hoped he was still a man, based on my surroundings I wasn’t sure. He wore a long black cloak just like the ninja that started all this did; his face was covered, his long blonde hair coming down from out of the hood and down to his chest in braids. His hand was reaching out to me, like Vader did every time he used the dark side of the force to choke someone. He realizes his grip was no longer affecting me as he looked at his hand puzzled. He then floated from the hammer down to me, no bullshit, and even though I tried to back away, I couldn’t, I was frozen stiff. He got face to face with me, and tried as I might, I could not actually see his face. He spoke with a tone that would make Lord Voldermont proud.
Enigma: Venom…. You are indeed your father’s son.
Great, him too I thought to myself. Would have actually told him that except that I couldn’t speak. He continued.
Enigma: Your will is strong, your mind determined, and you got more great qualities, some from him and
some from your dearly beloved mother.
Pull at my heartstrings why don’t you?
Enigma: But like your father, you too have a weakness and ironically enough, your weakness IS your father… and that is why I have brought you here, to my home for the soulless, to finally give you the closure you think you need. But let’s go to a setting more familiar to my followers, and a place where you will actually be able to speak and move freely and also not be so creeped out by my appearance.
I wasn’t creeped out at all… OK, maybe a little. He put his hand on my right shoulder and I blacked out again. This shit was getting old, but unlike the last time I came to fairly quickly and found myself on softer ground, laying on my side as I opened my eyes. I sat up and looked around and saw a camp-like-fire. I stood up and looked around and realized that I was behind the old church, though the area is not part of the cemetery. There were seven large rocks sat up around the fire and sitting on one of them was Enigma though now he looks more like the wrestler I sort of used to watch when I was a kid: wearing a long sleeve white shirt, untucked, black pants and boots. His hair is all white now, not blonde, but very long and even though it is nighttime, he still wore shades. He motioned for me to sit down across from him and I did, but after, he just sat there as if waiting for me to begin so I did.
Xavier: So you are alive after all.
Enigma: Perhaps… Alive enough for this anyway.
Xavier: Um, what does that mean?
Enigma: …
Xavier: OK, so um, what have you been up to this whole time? How have you been in touch with Paco? Why all the secrecy about your status? Are you retired? Why reveal yourself now and to me of all people?
Enigma: My time is very limited Xavier Lux, I don’t think you, or your audience, care too much about all of that if at all. You are here for one reason and one reason only.
Xavier: Alright fine, so let’s not beat around the bush then, you brought me here to tell me about my father, so let’s hear it. Is he alive or is he dead and if he is alive, where is he?
Enigma: So if he is dead, you don’t want to know where he is buried or otherwise?
Xavier: Not really, he’s dead, that is all I care about. Is not like I want to go and pay my respects, I don’t respect the man or anything he stands for… at all. Like you said, I want closure. If he really is dead, I want to know so I can move the fuck on and if he is alive, then I want to know where so I can confront him once and for all.
Enigma: It’s funny you say you don’t respect anything he represents but you are now representing the very federation he used to represent proudly. The federation he loved above all others. You are now and have been the keeper of two titles he too held. You don’t respect what he stood for, yet you are repeating everything he did.
Xavier: To despite him! To show him and the rest of the world that I could do what he did not only better but faster and without any of his help!
Enigma: But you could have never done what you did without him, deep down inside, you know this to be true.
Xavier: No, that is not true. Look, I didn’t come here to be lectured Enigma or to get swayed into thinking better of him. I know you and the rest of the old deadly sins will side with him. I know Paco has tried to get me to understand his way of thinking about this situation but none of you are changing my mind or how I feel. You wanted to get to the point because your time is precious, then let’s get to the fucking point. Is Scorpion alive or dead?!
Enigma: Yes.
Xavier: Yes? That was an either or question not a yes or no question. Which is it?
Enigma: Yes, my time is precious, and unfortunately it has run out.
Xavier: OK So tell me!
Enigma: he is dead Xavier. Your father is indeed dead.
I was speechless. There it was, the words that I wanted to hear for the better or the worst and Enigma just dropped them without emotion or care but I guess we had been building this long enough and it was time to rip off the band-aid. I sat there silent as Enigma stood up and started to walk away without saying much else. I snap out of it and got up.
Xavier: Wait! How do you know? How did it happen? Where? When?
But he continued walking without looking back and giving me another answer. I started to chase after him but the fog came back and just like before, it engulfed me quickly before I could get to him. I continued running, hoping to grab his shoulder but then tripped on something and fell flat on my face. I shook it off and as I got to my feet the fog started to clear up just as quick as it came. I looked around and I was back at the gravesite of the 7 Deadly Sins. I looked down and saw Blake Ka’Derrion’s tombstone again, I looked to my left and as the fog receded I saw the tombstone that didn’t reveal itself last time and my heart skipped a beat. It was not my father’s but Enigma’s. I looked at it confused, as I was expecting to be my father’s since Enigma just told me he was dead, and if he was, he would be buried here of course. All the old Deadly Sins are. But Enigma is dead? Then how did I just talk to him? What did just happen? Paco’s words comeback to me again and there is no need to repeat them, I just move on.
The fog was completely gone now, and to my surprise one more tombstone was revealed. I moved towards it and the air is sucked out of my lungs, as if I was just punched hard on my gut… There it was, the confirmation I wanted, finally, the tombstone of Javier Lux… aka “The Scorpion”.
To be continued…