Post by Nightmare on Feb 10, 2024 23:41:13 GMT -5
The lights in the alley that looked like old oil lamps flickered as the camera began to roll. The sound of light traffic is heard in the distance, the air brakes of the transit buses coming to a stop. Car horns honk at the pedestrians crossing the road on their destinations to wherever as the night sky overhead looks down on us. But as the camera moves off the street, we see sitting on a stack of milk crates we see Gavin staring up at the sky. His head cloaked by the hood of his black Inspirit hoodie and rocking a pair of grey gym shorts and some new balance running shoes. He looks as if he had been out for a run, preparing for what is to come on Sunday as he walks into Arizona for a chance to win the Xtreme Chaos Championship. But before we could ponder more on what could be running through his mind as he had been running through these streets, we hear him break his silence as he looks to the camera.
“In our lifetimes we learn one way or another how truly evil and dark people can be, whether by the actions they commit or the damage they cause after the fact. Some just happen to learn earlier than others at the cruelty of the world and it can warp the mind and poison the idea that good people exist. And I am one who learned at a young age how vile and disgusting people can be on the inside; seeing the true monsters that hide behind the masks they put on for the world to see.”
Pausing only for a second Gavin shifts his positioning and looks towards the camera, his hood half covering the top of his head as his shaggy hair hangs over his eyes.
“I was 11 years old when I learned this lesson the hard way, I was in my too many to count foster home living with a couple who were caring for 14 other kids. All aged between 5 and 15 but there was no caring; we were simply a meal ticket, 15 government checks meant to keep us clothed and fed that went to alcohol and pills. If it wasn’t for the peanut butter sandwich and bottle of water the schools provided us with at lunch many of us would go days without proper nutrition. So I like many did our best to avoid spending as much time as we could there; we roamed the streets begging for change, causing distractions so another could steal a slice of pizza or some chips. I was 11 years old begging for change, I was 11 years old diving through dumpsters for anything I could sink my teeth in so I could see another day.”
“And one of those days it was cold, and New England winters are not forgiving and the dumpster I was searching through had its door close and I was latched in. Four hours I sat in there until someone finally found me and let me out; the day had turned to night and the temperatures were dropping quick. I high tailed it as quickly as I could to make it back to the apartment in Southie only to be locked out. I had missed curfew, and they wouldn’t allow me to come in till the next day. The people who were supposed to give me shelter cast me off like I was a rat and so as the snow fell, I had to scramble to figure out what to do.”
“I was 11 years old the first time I had to break into a car to stay dry, I was 11 years old when I had to fight my way to survive the night by taking a rock and smashing it into a door lock enough times for it to open. I was lucky they left a suit coat in the backseat because it gave me enough cover to keep me warm. And as the sun rose to give birth to another day I exited the car I had to sleep in to look for something to eat.”
As Gavin pauses, we see his hands tremble and in a second he shoots to his feet and grabs the crate he was sitting on and throws it down the alley way.
“I was 11 fucking years old when this hatred inside me started to seed and root itself and turned me to become bitter. It makes me become wary of all people because I knew I was only a means to their profitable end. It taught me that at the end of the day you need to do what needs to be down in the name of survival.”
Pausing briefly once more Gavin pulls back his hood and runs his hands through his hair to push it out of his face as he looks into the camera. [/b][/font]
“Walking into this Sunday I already know that win or lose I am walking out as a champion with my victory two weeks ago. But I am not satisfied with being Devastation Champion; the belt and its history mean nothing to me because what I want is what Kelly James holds. I’ve held the belt once before, only for an hour or so but I’ve held it once and the way it poisons your mind to want to get a taste of it again is unsatiable. It brings me back to when I was 11 doing whatever I could to survive; and for the last 16 years I’ve been a part of this company I’ve done whatever I needed to do to work my way to this position I am in.”
“The list of bodies I’ve stacked up and left for the carrion birds is long and growing every day I am still on this earth. And going into this match I have more opportunities to continue to grow this list, but I wonder if the other three have it in themselves to do whatever it takes to not win this match, but to survive. Because I know what levels you must descend to in the name of survival, you’re not the same person you were when you have to do what’s necessary. It plagues your dreams like a cancer, never giving up and constantly growing worse and worse until it becomes too much to handle.”
Pausing for a moment we watch as Gavin collects himself as he stacks another crate onto one and takes a seat back down.
“Disturbed I know is going full force come Sunday because like a bull all he must see right now is red. Nothing is going the way he wants it to go, and he may come off huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf of professional wrestling. But he’s gasping for air and sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss. I mean at Symphony of Destruction you were beaten by Avery Wright and Slingshot Red, at King of Chaos you lost to and watched Kelly James be crowned Xtreme Chaos Championship. Your only meaningful victory that you’ve had since I’ve returned to this company back in five months ago was winning the Devastation Championship I now hold from Lopez at Hardcore Heaven.”
“And you only won that belt because I put the nail in the coffin and took Lopez out; you were just in the right place at the right time. And that I have no issue with, god knows that I’ve done similar actions in the past. No what gets me is how you walk around with your misguided version of confidence; when in reality you’re afraid. You’re afraid because you know that if you lose on Sunday then that maybe it for Disturbed; forever left to be forgotten as the monster that wasn’t. A lot of things can happen Disturbed but you walking out as champion isn’t in the cards for you.”
Gavin chuckles to himself, shaking his head before looking back to the camera.
“But in talking about the Devastation title it brings me to you Lopez; and I will give credit where credit is due. The run you’ve been having of late had been rather incredible from retiring Amy Zing to taking Duke to the limit in the King of Chaos tournament. The two of us almost busted the brackets of everyone who wanted Duke and Joe in the finals like it was 2006. But tonight, this isn’t the King of Chaos, we’re not fighting for a chance at the Xtreme Chaos belt; no, the fucking thing is on the line and only one person is walking out with it.”
“And you can pray and fight and do whatever you need to do in the cause of gaining what you’ve been fighting to get for thirteen years. But you winning is not going to happen. Deep down you and I are quite similar but what you lack is the killer instinct to do what needs to be done. You lack that killer instant to put the bullet in the back of someone’s skull and it’s costed you opportunities over and over. And it’s going to keep costing you until you realize that your fairy tale has no ending. The final page of your story will read out as the man who tried but couldn’t reach the top, leaving him to be the poster boy for second place.”
Pausing once more we watch as Gavin’s face grows a little tense, his dark blue eyes piercing the camera before speaking once more.
“And finally, I get to the champ herself Kelly James; and it’s been quite an earful for what you’ve had to say going into Sunday. Or should I say the silence is speaking more weight than any words you could string together and make into a sentence. I would love to give you your flowers as champion, but everyone knows you more so stumbled into a victory much like Disturbed stumbled into his Devastation title. For two months you’ve been nearly absent in presence; a match between the four of us which was ended prematurely by a rampaging moron was the last anyone heard or saw you.”
“And now going into Sunday your title is on the line, but I question if you’ll even make it to the show. Like a ghost lingering around your name means nothing to me, your reign as champion to come to a crashing end and leaving you to wonder what’s next for Kelly James. Honestly, I hope you do come prepared to fight because I want a challenge, I want to fight. But most importantly I want to break you, I want to watch you crawl for safety as you try and find a way to break free from the torment at hand.”
“Much like I have little knowledge of how you are in the ring I can assure you that you’ve never come close to someone like me in this company. And the longer this match goes on, the more we fight one another the better my odds grow. You want to defeat me then you’re going to need to fucking kill me because that’s the only way I can be stopped to claim what I’ve been fighting for.”
Standing up Gavin shoots a smirk to the camera as he extends his arms out to stretch before looking back to the camera.
“And Joe Summers don’t think I forgot about you, what I said two weeks ago stands today with the same sentiment. I like you, I respect you, and I will give you that credit where credit is due. But if you think you’re crashing this match, claiming another Xtreme Chaos title and bringing it home for you and Denni then you’re mistaken. Because no matter how broken and beaten I am I will come at you with full force. And if I have to kill you to put an end to Summer then so be it. Winter is long overdue in this fucking company, and I have what it takes to survive the storm. I’ve been doing it since I was 11 and I will continue it at 36.”
Gavin goes to take a few steps back into the street but pauses as he looks back to the camera, his gaze piercing as if death had a face and it was from Boston.
“I am the end of the world, and Sunday will be the dawn of the cataclysm that will leave Chaotic Pro in ruins.”
Putting his hood back over his head we watch as Gavin walks backwards a few steps with a douchebag smirk before turning around and running out of frame, the feed cutting to black a second later.
“In our lifetimes we learn one way or another how truly evil and dark people can be, whether by the actions they commit or the damage they cause after the fact. Some just happen to learn earlier than others at the cruelty of the world and it can warp the mind and poison the idea that good people exist. And I am one who learned at a young age how vile and disgusting people can be on the inside; seeing the true monsters that hide behind the masks they put on for the world to see.”
Pausing only for a second Gavin shifts his positioning and looks towards the camera, his hood half covering the top of his head as his shaggy hair hangs over his eyes.
“I was 11 years old when I learned this lesson the hard way, I was in my too many to count foster home living with a couple who were caring for 14 other kids. All aged between 5 and 15 but there was no caring; we were simply a meal ticket, 15 government checks meant to keep us clothed and fed that went to alcohol and pills. If it wasn’t for the peanut butter sandwich and bottle of water the schools provided us with at lunch many of us would go days without proper nutrition. So I like many did our best to avoid spending as much time as we could there; we roamed the streets begging for change, causing distractions so another could steal a slice of pizza or some chips. I was 11 years old begging for change, I was 11 years old diving through dumpsters for anything I could sink my teeth in so I could see another day.”
“And one of those days it was cold, and New England winters are not forgiving and the dumpster I was searching through had its door close and I was latched in. Four hours I sat in there until someone finally found me and let me out; the day had turned to night and the temperatures were dropping quick. I high tailed it as quickly as I could to make it back to the apartment in Southie only to be locked out. I had missed curfew, and they wouldn’t allow me to come in till the next day. The people who were supposed to give me shelter cast me off like I was a rat and so as the snow fell, I had to scramble to figure out what to do.”
“I was 11 years old the first time I had to break into a car to stay dry, I was 11 years old when I had to fight my way to survive the night by taking a rock and smashing it into a door lock enough times for it to open. I was lucky they left a suit coat in the backseat because it gave me enough cover to keep me warm. And as the sun rose to give birth to another day I exited the car I had to sleep in to look for something to eat.”
As Gavin pauses, we see his hands tremble and in a second he shoots to his feet and grabs the crate he was sitting on and throws it down the alley way.
“I was 11 fucking years old when this hatred inside me started to seed and root itself and turned me to become bitter. It makes me become wary of all people because I knew I was only a means to their profitable end. It taught me that at the end of the day you need to do what needs to be down in the name of survival.”
Pausing briefly once more Gavin pulls back his hood and runs his hands through his hair to push it out of his face as he looks into the camera. [/b][/font]
“Walking into this Sunday I already know that win or lose I am walking out as a champion with my victory two weeks ago. But I am not satisfied with being Devastation Champion; the belt and its history mean nothing to me because what I want is what Kelly James holds. I’ve held the belt once before, only for an hour or so but I’ve held it once and the way it poisons your mind to want to get a taste of it again is unsatiable. It brings me back to when I was 11 doing whatever I could to survive; and for the last 16 years I’ve been a part of this company I’ve done whatever I needed to do to work my way to this position I am in.”
“The list of bodies I’ve stacked up and left for the carrion birds is long and growing every day I am still on this earth. And going into this match I have more opportunities to continue to grow this list, but I wonder if the other three have it in themselves to do whatever it takes to not win this match, but to survive. Because I know what levels you must descend to in the name of survival, you’re not the same person you were when you have to do what’s necessary. It plagues your dreams like a cancer, never giving up and constantly growing worse and worse until it becomes too much to handle.”
Pausing for a moment we watch as Gavin collects himself as he stacks another crate onto one and takes a seat back down.
“Disturbed I know is going full force come Sunday because like a bull all he must see right now is red. Nothing is going the way he wants it to go, and he may come off huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf of professional wrestling. But he’s gasping for air and sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss. I mean at Symphony of Destruction you were beaten by Avery Wright and Slingshot Red, at King of Chaos you lost to and watched Kelly James be crowned Xtreme Chaos Championship. Your only meaningful victory that you’ve had since I’ve returned to this company back in five months ago was winning the Devastation Championship I now hold from Lopez at Hardcore Heaven.”
“And you only won that belt because I put the nail in the coffin and took Lopez out; you were just in the right place at the right time. And that I have no issue with, god knows that I’ve done similar actions in the past. No what gets me is how you walk around with your misguided version of confidence; when in reality you’re afraid. You’re afraid because you know that if you lose on Sunday then that maybe it for Disturbed; forever left to be forgotten as the monster that wasn’t. A lot of things can happen Disturbed but you walking out as champion isn’t in the cards for you.”
Gavin chuckles to himself, shaking his head before looking back to the camera.
“But in talking about the Devastation title it brings me to you Lopez; and I will give credit where credit is due. The run you’ve been having of late had been rather incredible from retiring Amy Zing to taking Duke to the limit in the King of Chaos tournament. The two of us almost busted the brackets of everyone who wanted Duke and Joe in the finals like it was 2006. But tonight, this isn’t the King of Chaos, we’re not fighting for a chance at the Xtreme Chaos belt; no, the fucking thing is on the line and only one person is walking out with it.”
“And you can pray and fight and do whatever you need to do in the cause of gaining what you’ve been fighting to get for thirteen years. But you winning is not going to happen. Deep down you and I are quite similar but what you lack is the killer instinct to do what needs to be done. You lack that killer instant to put the bullet in the back of someone’s skull and it’s costed you opportunities over and over. And it’s going to keep costing you until you realize that your fairy tale has no ending. The final page of your story will read out as the man who tried but couldn’t reach the top, leaving him to be the poster boy for second place.”
Pausing once more we watch as Gavin’s face grows a little tense, his dark blue eyes piercing the camera before speaking once more.
“And finally, I get to the champ herself Kelly James; and it’s been quite an earful for what you’ve had to say going into Sunday. Or should I say the silence is speaking more weight than any words you could string together and make into a sentence. I would love to give you your flowers as champion, but everyone knows you more so stumbled into a victory much like Disturbed stumbled into his Devastation title. For two months you’ve been nearly absent in presence; a match between the four of us which was ended prematurely by a rampaging moron was the last anyone heard or saw you.”
“And now going into Sunday your title is on the line, but I question if you’ll even make it to the show. Like a ghost lingering around your name means nothing to me, your reign as champion to come to a crashing end and leaving you to wonder what’s next for Kelly James. Honestly, I hope you do come prepared to fight because I want a challenge, I want to fight. But most importantly I want to break you, I want to watch you crawl for safety as you try and find a way to break free from the torment at hand.”
“Much like I have little knowledge of how you are in the ring I can assure you that you’ve never come close to someone like me in this company. And the longer this match goes on, the more we fight one another the better my odds grow. You want to defeat me then you’re going to need to fucking kill me because that’s the only way I can be stopped to claim what I’ve been fighting for.”
Standing up Gavin shoots a smirk to the camera as he extends his arms out to stretch before looking back to the camera.
“And Joe Summers don’t think I forgot about you, what I said two weeks ago stands today with the same sentiment. I like you, I respect you, and I will give you that credit where credit is due. But if you think you’re crashing this match, claiming another Xtreme Chaos title and bringing it home for you and Denni then you’re mistaken. Because no matter how broken and beaten I am I will come at you with full force. And if I have to kill you to put an end to Summer then so be it. Winter is long overdue in this fucking company, and I have what it takes to survive the storm. I’ve been doing it since I was 11 and I will continue it at 36.”
Gavin goes to take a few steps back into the street but pauses as he looks back to the camera, his gaze piercing as if death had a face and it was from Boston.
“I am the end of the world, and Sunday will be the dawn of the cataclysm that will leave Chaotic Pro in ruins.”
Putting his hood back over his head we watch as Gavin walks backwards a few steps with a douchebag smirk before turning around and running out of frame, the feed cutting to black a second later.