Post by High Tide on Oct 23, 2017 22:47:48 GMT -5
I'm drunk again. I'm always drunk, but I've come so full circle in my drunkenness that I realize I am drunk. That is a conundrum. I was vaguely aware of the rain when I had come outside, too much rum to reasonably reason with consumed, but now I could feel it. Like a vibrating extraterrestrial entity, it vibrated upon every contact with my skin. It coursed down my arms, following my veins like a venomous snake slowly slithering up on it's prey. It dripped off my elbows like a parrot diving off a shoulder, loyal and ready to tear out an eye to protect it's master.
I was ready to tear out an eye. “IS THIS THE DESTINY YOU PIRATE GODS HAVE FOR ME?” I yelled out. It felt good to yell. Really good. It didn't matter that it was late evening and people were staring at me as though I were a nutcase. What were they gonna do about it?
The imitation cobblestone was beneath my feet was swaying, and I could see flashes of lightning dotting the sky as the rain drenched my coat. “IS THIS THE BEST YOU HAVE GOT? IS THIS YOUR ALL? I WANT YOUR DESTRUCTION! I. WANT. YOUR. DELIVERANCE.” I screamed out at the sky reaching my arms up as a conveniently timed flash of lightning followed by a deep rumbling boom of thunder electrified the night sky.
“Hey ye fucking nutjob shut up already,” a voice yelled at me once the thunder had died down. I turned quickly, almost too quickly as I felt a little wobbly, and found the voice. A big man. Six two. Bald. Denim jacket. Leather pants. Looked like a damn PCW star if I'd ever seen one. But it was just another stranger.
“OR WHAT? YOU WILL MAKE ME OH HOLY ONE? SHALL YOU STRIKE DOWN THE TITAN OF RUM, THE DESTROYER OF DESTRUCTION, THE PLUNDERER OF PLATO?!” I screamed at the man, the tall, angry looking man. Good. If this was to be my destiny, to face Dominator in a match with no way out, then this would be my destiny. To put me, the hardcore loving pirate in this match was a dream. A fucking dream I could not of figured out better myself in my own mind.
“Yeh you fucking lout, I'll come over there and clobber ye mate!” the man yelled back and I laughed. I LAUGHED. Right in his pathetic face. I would not be dominated this time, I would find my destiny or I would find my deliverance.
I nearly slipped on the wet stones as I fake moved toward him jolting forward only to not actually move. The man shuddered back in response. “THERE YOU HAVE IT. YOU HAVE NO BRAVERY. YOU WILL NOT DO ANYTHING BECAUSE THIS TIME IS MINE. THIS IS MY DESTINY. COME. COME LAY YOUR BEAT DOWNS ON ME. I WANT THEM. I CRAVE THEM. I. LUST. THEM. LAY YOUR BEATDOWNS AT MY FEET HOWEVER AND I WILL STOMP THEM INTO A SMOKY PIT OF ASHES. DO NOT TEST ME WORD.” I felt so alive. So strong. So gloriously inebrieated. Yes. I needed the rum like the rum needed me. Why had I tried to ever be clean. This was my destiny. Rum. Rampage. Destruction. Domination. Epiphany.
The man moved toward me slowly and I could of moved. I was not a man though, I was one in touch with the True Gods. The Pirate Gods. To hell with everyone and their new god's, I had the Old Gods. Old power. It coursed through me. I felt ALIVE. So I let him hit me. Once. Twice. Three, four, five times.
“IS THAT YOUR DELIVERANCE GODS?! IS THAT YOUR SIGN? LET ME SHOW YOU WHAT I CAN DO AND YOU WILL LEARN THE TRUE POWER OF YOUR FOLLOWERS,” I swung out with the empty rum bottle in my hidden pocket, catching the man across the forehead as came in for number six. I backed up a couple feet and the man merely fell, the momentum from his attempted punch carrying him forward even if his consciousness wasn't.
“WITNESS THIS WORLD. PCW. GODS. WITNESS THE RUM BEAR UNLEASHED. WITNESS THE SALTIEST SEADOG ON THE SEVENTEEN STREAMS UNLEASHED. WITNESS MY FATE. I WILL DELIVER OR BE DELIVERED. DESTINY WILL COME FOR US DOMINATOR. DESTINY, YOU CAN'T ESCAPE IT,” and with that I turned on a heel, slipping and catching myself on a knee. I rose again, walking forward, no direction, no intention, just forward.
This would be a match I could get behind. My body as a weapon. Weapons as weapons. And in my corner, weighing in at twenty six ounces, RUM! Yes. This was a match I was fated for. I just needed to unleash my potential in the ring. After all, Dominator was more than a six foot two man with a denim jacket.
For now.
I was ready to tear out an eye. “IS THIS THE DESTINY YOU PIRATE GODS HAVE FOR ME?” I yelled out. It felt good to yell. Really good. It didn't matter that it was late evening and people were staring at me as though I were a nutcase. What were they gonna do about it?
The imitation cobblestone was beneath my feet was swaying, and I could see flashes of lightning dotting the sky as the rain drenched my coat. “IS THIS THE BEST YOU HAVE GOT? IS THIS YOUR ALL? I WANT YOUR DESTRUCTION! I. WANT. YOUR. DELIVERANCE.” I screamed out at the sky reaching my arms up as a conveniently timed flash of lightning followed by a deep rumbling boom of thunder electrified the night sky.
“Hey ye fucking nutjob shut up already,” a voice yelled at me once the thunder had died down. I turned quickly, almost too quickly as I felt a little wobbly, and found the voice. A big man. Six two. Bald. Denim jacket. Leather pants. Looked like a damn PCW star if I'd ever seen one. But it was just another stranger.
“OR WHAT? YOU WILL MAKE ME OH HOLY ONE? SHALL YOU STRIKE DOWN THE TITAN OF RUM, THE DESTROYER OF DESTRUCTION, THE PLUNDERER OF PLATO?!” I screamed at the man, the tall, angry looking man. Good. If this was to be my destiny, to face Dominator in a match with no way out, then this would be my destiny. To put me, the hardcore loving pirate in this match was a dream. A fucking dream I could not of figured out better myself in my own mind.
“Yeh you fucking lout, I'll come over there and clobber ye mate!” the man yelled back and I laughed. I LAUGHED. Right in his pathetic face. I would not be dominated this time, I would find my destiny or I would find my deliverance.
I nearly slipped on the wet stones as I fake moved toward him jolting forward only to not actually move. The man shuddered back in response. “THERE YOU HAVE IT. YOU HAVE NO BRAVERY. YOU WILL NOT DO ANYTHING BECAUSE THIS TIME IS MINE. THIS IS MY DESTINY. COME. COME LAY YOUR BEAT DOWNS ON ME. I WANT THEM. I CRAVE THEM. I. LUST. THEM. LAY YOUR BEATDOWNS AT MY FEET HOWEVER AND I WILL STOMP THEM INTO A SMOKY PIT OF ASHES. DO NOT TEST ME WORD.” I felt so alive. So strong. So gloriously inebrieated. Yes. I needed the rum like the rum needed me. Why had I tried to ever be clean. This was my destiny. Rum. Rampage. Destruction. Domination. Epiphany.
The man moved toward me slowly and I could of moved. I was not a man though, I was one in touch with the True Gods. The Pirate Gods. To hell with everyone and their new god's, I had the Old Gods. Old power. It coursed through me. I felt ALIVE. So I let him hit me. Once. Twice. Three, four, five times.
“IS THAT YOUR DELIVERANCE GODS?! IS THAT YOUR SIGN? LET ME SHOW YOU WHAT I CAN DO AND YOU WILL LEARN THE TRUE POWER OF YOUR FOLLOWERS,” I swung out with the empty rum bottle in my hidden pocket, catching the man across the forehead as came in for number six. I backed up a couple feet and the man merely fell, the momentum from his attempted punch carrying him forward even if his consciousness wasn't.
“WITNESS THIS WORLD. PCW. GODS. WITNESS THE RUM BEAR UNLEASHED. WITNESS THE SALTIEST SEADOG ON THE SEVENTEEN STREAMS UNLEASHED. WITNESS MY FATE. I WILL DELIVER OR BE DELIVERED. DESTINY WILL COME FOR US DOMINATOR. DESTINY, YOU CAN'T ESCAPE IT,” and with that I turned on a heel, slipping and catching myself on a knee. I rose again, walking forward, no direction, no intention, just forward.
This would be a match I could get behind. My body as a weapon. Weapons as weapons. And in my corner, weighing in at twenty six ounces, RUM! Yes. This was a match I was fated for. I just needed to unleash my potential in the ring. After all, Dominator was more than a six foot two man with a denim jacket.
For now.
