Post by Mr. Showtime on Jul 2, 2014 13:36:14 GMT -5
This is my confession. I have come to grips with who I was and what I’ve become. Once I was a man. I may not have always been the most scrupulous, but never did I consider myself a bad man. Some called me a humanitarian. Some described me as a celebrity. My roots always went back to being a wrestler. Though through it all I was a man. Now I am a monster. Now I am a murderer.
Somewhere in the wilderness of the Pacific Northwest a deluge is process. The valleys have begun to flood and the winds have torn down old branches. This isn’t a very safe place for the mythical Sasquatch, little lone weak humans. But that doesn’t spot a pair of fools from racing through the wilderness. They are both covered in dark green ponchos with hoods covering their heads. They’re racing for what seems to be their lives to get through this forest. The odd thing is that they are vying for the center, not for a way out.
I can’t really say that I am sorry for my actions in recent months. Anyone watching my regression into this monster can attest that I was not in control of my transgression. Something clearly has a hold over me and it doesn’t seem like it will loosen its clutches any time soon. I do know that I am the man once known as “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght. It breaks my heart to think that I will never be that carefree socialite again. The damage is too severe to go back and I can’t bear to think about how he’d judge the man I’ve become.
Deeper in the forest one of the figures slips down a steep decline. Mother Nature has seen fit to put a mini landslide in their way with no way for avoidance. The once green poncho has turned slick with greyish mud. The fall is several yards with a landing of a newly formed stagnant pool. The figure is quick to grasp at their ankle and curse the sky. After noticing that they’ve spilt, the other half of the duo back tracks to find their fallen comrade. After a quick slide down into the mere they’re once again united. The uninjured person takes down their hood revealing female features a head-full of blond hair.
“Are you alright,” asks Perfection, who has been missing for more than a month now.
Still clutching her ankle a female voice replies, “Yeah I’m fine, I think I just need a breather. We’ve been running for what seems to be miles.”
Perfection looks back towards their original course with anxiety written over her face. She looks back to see that Ruth has lowered her hood as well, allowing the rain to wash away the grime.
Perfection finally concedes and replies, “Alright, but we don’t want to be late. This may be our only opportunity to find him.”
Showtime had always been a bit pompous and could be described as an acquired taste, but never would he be considered a terrible human being. Anytime that he entered the ring he was never looking to hurt anyone, even Phinehas Grimm. Our rivalry has lasted close to fifteen years, and though underhanded tactics have been used I’ve never tried to destroy the man I hate the most. Maybe that’s the issue here. Even though Phinehas has tried cutting out an eye with a shard of glass and inflicting permanent damage I’ve only ever tried to win. Win at any cost, but the ultimate goal was to win. Now everything is different. Grimm has forced my hand to doing the unspeakable. He has forced me to murder my best friend, and now the game has changed.
The two have been able to pull themselves out of their ditch and get back on course. Their pace has been significantly slowed now that Ruth is using a fallen branch to compensate for her injury. Perfection is chomping at the bit to get moving faster, but she knows that leaving Ruth behind may be the last time she is seen. She is already nervous about how the two of them were going to get out of there together, little lone if they were separated.
“I’m sure we aren’t far now,” Perfection yells to Ruth, sneaking ahead to survey the area. Her voice is barely audible over the teeming rainfall, but Ruth nods in understanding. Both know how important it is to make this randevú before it’s too late. Neither woman would ever guess that they’d be working together for a common goal, especially one as crazy as this.
The time for civilities has now long passed. Once I realized what has actually happened it was sadly too late. Now there is only one course that I can take. That is the bitter sweetness of revenge. I have not seen Ruth in some time, and though my goal was protection I cannot say what has happened to her. After my arrest I went back to the spot where I was holding her, but when I returned she was gone. I hope that I she didn’t come to the same fate as Perfection, but if she did the blood is not on my hands. It is only Phinehas who can be held for blame, and I hope the demise of his sister haunts him for the end of his days. As few of those that remain in his future. When we face each other again it will not be a wrestling match. I won’t be just another contest in our storied careers. It will be much more.
Just as the pain reaches her breaking point Ruth emerges into a grove. Secluded from the rest of the world the two women can’t help but be taken back from the beauty of their surroundings. Though Perfection is the first to realize that they are alone in the clearing and they are seemingly too late.
“Don’t worry, maybe we’re early,” reassures Ruth, losing hope as she tries to remain optimistic.
“He said that there was no time to spare,” replies Perfection, a quiver in her voice. “There is no hope now.”
As these words escape her lips a chilling wind cuts through the forest. Both women shutter at the ominous squall. When it subsides they notice that there is a man standing directly ahead of them. He is cloaked in all black and seemingly dry even though the rain is still falling.
“You have come,” replies the black man. Both woman are hesitant to reply back, but they’ve come too far to turn back now.
“We were told that we were to meet you here,” Perfection’s voice cracks as she replies back.
The man give a negative shake of his head before saying, “It’s not me that you are looking for but him.” The man in black points down at a heap on the ground that seeming appears from nowhere. This second man is also cloaked in all black, but as the rain hits him steam is raising fast into the air. He isn’t moving looking petrified as he sinks into the muck and mire.
“You asked for him and now he is your problem,” declares the man in black. “I hope you realize what you’ve done.”
This match will be like none before, because I plan on destroying the man you all know as Phinehas Grimm. He is the true monster that has done this to me. He has changed me into something that can only be confused as a man. It is time that Phinehas pays for his wrongdoings. He’s taken everything away. I’ll never be able to wash the blood from my hands, so it only makes sense that I add the blood of the guilty to cover up that of the innocent. If you enjoy watching the Horror of Hangtown, take it in while you can. For after Living a Legacy he will be no more.
Somewhere in the wilderness of the Pacific Northwest a deluge is process. The valleys have begun to flood and the winds have torn down old branches. This isn’t a very safe place for the mythical Sasquatch, little lone weak humans. But that doesn’t spot a pair of fools from racing through the wilderness. They are both covered in dark green ponchos with hoods covering their heads. They’re racing for what seems to be their lives to get through this forest. The odd thing is that they are vying for the center, not for a way out.
I can’t really say that I am sorry for my actions in recent months. Anyone watching my regression into this monster can attest that I was not in control of my transgression. Something clearly has a hold over me and it doesn’t seem like it will loosen its clutches any time soon. I do know that I am the man once known as “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght. It breaks my heart to think that I will never be that carefree socialite again. The damage is too severe to go back and I can’t bear to think about how he’d judge the man I’ve become.
Deeper in the forest one of the figures slips down a steep decline. Mother Nature has seen fit to put a mini landslide in their way with no way for avoidance. The once green poncho has turned slick with greyish mud. The fall is several yards with a landing of a newly formed stagnant pool. The figure is quick to grasp at their ankle and curse the sky. After noticing that they’ve spilt, the other half of the duo back tracks to find their fallen comrade. After a quick slide down into the mere they’re once again united. The uninjured person takes down their hood revealing female features a head-full of blond hair.
“Are you alright,” asks Perfection, who has been missing for more than a month now.
Still clutching her ankle a female voice replies, “Yeah I’m fine, I think I just need a breather. We’ve been running for what seems to be miles.”
Perfection looks back towards their original course with anxiety written over her face. She looks back to see that Ruth has lowered her hood as well, allowing the rain to wash away the grime.
Perfection finally concedes and replies, “Alright, but we don’t want to be late. This may be our only opportunity to find him.”
Showtime had always been a bit pompous and could be described as an acquired taste, but never would he be considered a terrible human being. Anytime that he entered the ring he was never looking to hurt anyone, even Phinehas Grimm. Our rivalry has lasted close to fifteen years, and though underhanded tactics have been used I’ve never tried to destroy the man I hate the most. Maybe that’s the issue here. Even though Phinehas has tried cutting out an eye with a shard of glass and inflicting permanent damage I’ve only ever tried to win. Win at any cost, but the ultimate goal was to win. Now everything is different. Grimm has forced my hand to doing the unspeakable. He has forced me to murder my best friend, and now the game has changed.
The two have been able to pull themselves out of their ditch and get back on course. Their pace has been significantly slowed now that Ruth is using a fallen branch to compensate for her injury. Perfection is chomping at the bit to get moving faster, but she knows that leaving Ruth behind may be the last time she is seen. She is already nervous about how the two of them were going to get out of there together, little lone if they were separated.
“I’m sure we aren’t far now,” Perfection yells to Ruth, sneaking ahead to survey the area. Her voice is barely audible over the teeming rainfall, but Ruth nods in understanding. Both know how important it is to make this randevú before it’s too late. Neither woman would ever guess that they’d be working together for a common goal, especially one as crazy as this.
The time for civilities has now long passed. Once I realized what has actually happened it was sadly too late. Now there is only one course that I can take. That is the bitter sweetness of revenge. I have not seen Ruth in some time, and though my goal was protection I cannot say what has happened to her. After my arrest I went back to the spot where I was holding her, but when I returned she was gone. I hope that I she didn’t come to the same fate as Perfection, but if she did the blood is not on my hands. It is only Phinehas who can be held for blame, and I hope the demise of his sister haunts him for the end of his days. As few of those that remain in his future. When we face each other again it will not be a wrestling match. I won’t be just another contest in our storied careers. It will be much more.
Just as the pain reaches her breaking point Ruth emerges into a grove. Secluded from the rest of the world the two women can’t help but be taken back from the beauty of their surroundings. Though Perfection is the first to realize that they are alone in the clearing and they are seemingly too late.
“Don’t worry, maybe we’re early,” reassures Ruth, losing hope as she tries to remain optimistic.
“He said that there was no time to spare,” replies Perfection, a quiver in her voice. “There is no hope now.”
As these words escape her lips a chilling wind cuts through the forest. Both women shutter at the ominous squall. When it subsides they notice that there is a man standing directly ahead of them. He is cloaked in all black and seemingly dry even though the rain is still falling.
“You have come,” replies the black man. Both woman are hesitant to reply back, but they’ve come too far to turn back now.
“We were told that we were to meet you here,” Perfection’s voice cracks as she replies back.
The man give a negative shake of his head before saying, “It’s not me that you are looking for but him.” The man in black points down at a heap on the ground that seeming appears from nowhere. This second man is also cloaked in all black, but as the rain hits him steam is raising fast into the air. He isn’t moving looking petrified as he sinks into the muck and mire.
“You asked for him and now he is your problem,” declares the man in black. “I hope you realize what you’ve done.”
This match will be like none before, because I plan on destroying the man you all know as Phinehas Grimm. He is the true monster that has done this to me. He has changed me into something that can only be confused as a man. It is time that Phinehas pays for his wrongdoings. He’s taken everything away. I’ll never be able to wash the blood from my hands, so it only makes sense that I add the blood of the guilty to cover up that of the innocent. If you enjoy watching the Horror of Hangtown, take it in while you can. For after Living a Legacy he will be no more.
