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 |  Subject: ■One Foot in Hell, The Rest Will Follow Soon■ Part 2  Sat May 28, 2011 11:59 pm | |
| Why didn’t you kick out?
It’s been on my mind this entire week. It’s mocked me, haunted me, laughed in my face. Is that why? Did you know it would have this affect on me? You had to have known. You had to have been told to just stay down. Brilliant. You defeated me, by giving me what I wanted, then stealing it away.
You challenged me to a match, but not just any match, God’s Graveyard. You gave me the chance to kill you once and for all and I was perfectly capable of doing it. We were isolated, one on one, my chance to put an end to all the shit you had talked for months after the death of NLWF.
You robbed me.
How did you know to just stay down?
I mean, I know I fucked up when I pinned you. It was a major part of my plan to avoid anything that would give you a chance to get out of this match. But how the hell did you know to stop fighting?
This has distracted me all week. I don’t feel like myself for the first time since I totally fell apart. You’ve gotten into my head. You managed to get under my skin, even though I promised myself you wouldn’t be able too.
I know how you knew to stay down.
These are all rhetorical questions from a man who has put the pieces of this puzzle together. I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’ve become lost once again in the elaborate scheme of a puppet master. But this time, having already experienced this before, I don’t know what I’ll do.
Was this all a part of the original plan?
You can see why I’ve lost sleep this week. You can understand why my head isn’t at all in the match that I’m booked for, but instead on the future, on what is to come in IWF.
Should I walk away?
It’s the only way to save myself from what is to come.
Sure, I could fight. I could beat you just like I did the first time. But this time it feels different. I’m not the same. In that match I realized, I may not be the Nick Ridicule who was able to attain extraordinary things in the NLWF. The Nick Ridicule who doomed the doomsday device.
I was so sure that I was back, that I was better than ever, that I was going to stop Corey Casey before he had the chance to get going. But now that I see the bigger picture… Now that I understand what’s going on.. Now I’m not so sure.
I’m sure none of you know what I’m talking about. You probably think these are just the ramblings of a man who has lost everything. You may just think I’ve lost my mind. But you don’t know. You don’t understand. How could you? You’ve all been turned into puppets. You’ve been lead to believe a lie.
Why should I save you?
I can save myself. I can walk away and never have to hear anything else about IWF. I can say, “Hey, I won a match.” Then look at it as if it’s a bright side to a rainy day. Walk away forever with head held high knowing I can beat CC any day of the week, then avoid the massacre that is to come.
But that’s just not me.
I can’t walk away. But I don’t understand why. Knowing what will be done to me. Knowing the hell I’m going to walk into, knowing that I’ve already got one foot in the door of hell, and the rest of me will follow soon.
Why can’t I walk away?
You don’t understand me, and you probably never will. I have a hard time understanding me sometimes. When I look back on things, I see so many decisions that I should have made differently, yet didn’t in the moment.
I can’t walk away.
For whatever reason, unknown to even me. So now the question I have in mind. The thing I’m starting to wonder.
What will I do when it happens this time?
…■One Foot in Hell, The Rest Will Follow Soon■…
…■Sunday, May 22nd 2011■…
…■Los Angeles, California■…
Nick is inside his hotel room, laying on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. He’s reliving the fight inside his head, obsessing over it. He sits up and reaches into his pocket, pulling out his phone. He looks at the time, noticing it’s close to midnight, yet Ashley hasn’t called him yet. His mind shifts from the fight to her. He starts to think about his birthday, everything he did, everything he said to her.
[I can't wait for you to shut me up]
[And make me hip like bad ass]
[I can't wait for you to shut me up]
[Shut it up]
He looks at his phone in his hand as it rings, then he checks to see who it is.
[Incoming Call: Ashley Matthews]
He smirks and raises an eyebrow, then presses the talk button.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
Hello?
Silence on the other end of the line.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
Ashley? Are you there?
He can hear her breathing, just when he listens close enough.
Ashley Matthews
Hi…
…■Nick Ridicule■…
Hey, how’s it going? I’m glad you called.
Ashley Matthews
Chad just fell asleep..
…■Nick Ridicule■…
Now, when he snores, does he say, “Woo Woo Woo?”
Ashley Matthews
No! But he does talk in his sleep a lot and I’ve heard him say it.
The thought of Chad and Ashley sleeping together makes his stomach churn.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
Do you want to get together?
Silence on the other end of the phone once more. He waits for a reply, expecting her to say no.
Ashley Matthews
Yeah, I do. How about we meet at the Staples Center, I can get us in.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
Alright, I’m leaving right now.
Ashley Matthews
Great, see you soon.
He hangs up and gets off his bed. He throws on a shirt and slips his phone into his pocket. Excited, he hurries into the bathroom and sprays himself with some Axe. He leaves the bathroom, then turns and leaves the hotel room.
…■Shortly After■…
Nick arrives at the Staples Center, looking around. He takes a seat at the top of the steps and looks around at the empty streets. He stands up and starts to walk around as he waits. Suddenly a door opens and Ashley is standing inside the entrance. She motions for him to come over, then she disappears inside. He rushes over before the door can shut, then slips into the arena. He looks around, then sees Ashley walking down around. He hurries after her, then he stops. He looks to see her shadow coming from one of the aisle entrances. He follows her walking downstairs until he emerges out into the arena. He looks at all the rows of seats, at the ring still set up, then at Ashley making her way towards the ring. He hurries past row after row of chairs, watching as she jumps the guardrail and enters the ring. He chuckles a bit jumping the guardrail himself, before sliding into the ring.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
Why did you want to meet here?
Ashley Matthews
It was the only place I could do this…
She takes a step forward, closing her eyes, puckering her lips. Nick smirks and closes his eyes, leaning into her. He opens his eyes when their lips don’t meet, and is surprised by a kick to the balls. Nick grabs his balls and falls down to his knees.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
He starts to laugh a little bit while grimacing on the mat, holding his nads. He had fallen right into her trap. The same way he was able to bait her on his birthday, she had gotten him back. He gets to his knees and watches as ME Security guards surround the ring. Ashley steps back, waving goodbye to him before leaving the ring.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
….fuck I can’t believe I fell for this….
He lets his words out as a sigh, watching the security climb up to the apron. He tries to get up, but he falls back down.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
…she must have had steel toed boots on…
He stands up and rushes the ropes, throwing a back elbow at the first guy he can. He hit’s the ropes, sending all the guards falling down to the mat. Nick sees his chance to escape, he looks toward the stage at Ashley looking back at him. He does nothing. The other security guards enter the ring and pull him off the ropes towards the middle. Nick wings wildly but his cracked to the ribs by a nightstick. He’s punched by another guard, sent staggering into a nightstick shot across the face, dropping him. Nick thinks as he lays on the mat.
“I did want a fight tonight…”
He pushes up and gets to his feet, turning around with a Nick Kick. He plants his foot into the chest of one of the security guards, but it only manages to push him back thanks to his protective gear. Nick is attacked by three guards at once. One who whacks him to his leg after the kick, and the other two who connect shoulder blocks on him, knocking him down.
Nick doesn’t have time to get up as an onslaught of nightsticks rain down onto him. He turns over so they hit him to the back. He pushes up, but the shots keep coming down. He reaches for a foot, only to have his hand stomped on. Finally the shots start to slow down, until no man is swinging anymore.
One of the guards kicks Nick to the face while he’s down. He’s lifted to his feet by two guards. Blood runs down his face from a gash on his head. He looks around, trying to get a visual of any of their faces, but the facemask from the helmets they wear protect identities.
“We‘ve been instructed to kill you by the lovely Ashley Matthews. Are you ready to die?”
Nick leans back and jumps up, kicking his feet. He manages to knock the helmet off of the man in front of him, then he gets a good look at his face. He’s whacked across the face by a nightstick, then hit to the stomach as the guards hold him. He’s hit one more time across the face, this shot the one that shuts off his lights, separating him from his senses, sending everything to black.
…■Monday, May 23rd 2011■…
…■Los Angeles, California■…
Nick opens his eyes, looking around. He tries to figure out where he is. The smell of salt air, the dock underneath him, he realized exactly where he was. He sits up and realizes he’s surrounded by ME security. He looks at his ankle, chained to a cinderblock.
“Realize you‘re fucked yet?”
The voice is familiar to Nick, but without a face to put it too, he can’t decipher who it is. He stands up slowly, looking at his foot on more time. The chain had been wrapped all around the cinderblock, then padlocked to itself. He looks at the guards surrounding him.
“Any last words?”
Nick shakes his head no. They step forward, but stop as he lifts his hand, using the force face claw. They all begin to laugh at him, until he flips his hand around, flipping all of them off. They approach him, then lift him up overhead. He doesn’t struggle or even fight. He begins to breath in and out, getting in as much oxygen as he can with each gulp of air. Then throw the cinderblock first and let it pull Nick from there hands as they toss him off the end of the dock towards the water. Nick takes one last breath as he crashes into the ocean with a splash.
He sinks to the bottom quickly, reaching down for the cinderblock immediately. He knows he only has a limited amount of time. He lifts the cinderblock and looks around.
“Which direction?”
He looks around rapidly but it’s pitch black. He starts to panic and some of his breath escapes him, sending bubbles from his nose and mouth. He hurries, running underwater with the block in his hands. He bumps into something.
“It must be the dock..”
Running out of breath he continues in the same direction, doing his best to get out of the water before it’s too late. He can feel his lungs begging for oxygen. He lets out some more air, trying to keep some in but it’s no use. The bubbles rush out of him until his lungs are empty. He wants to take in a breath, but he knows his lungs will be filled with water if he does. He can’t fight it any longer, he inhales but stops himself before it’s to much. He emerges out of the water, gagging and choking. He throws up water onto the beach, then turns over to his back, looking up at the dock. He coughs and chokes some more, gasping for air.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
…fucking…bitch…
Nick laughs a little bit, then shakes his head. He can feel his eyes start to swell up, along with the rest of his face from the beating he had taken. He sits up and looks at his foot attached to the cinderblock. He stands up and lifts it, then walks up the beach. He looks around, but ME security had already left. He carries the cinderblock down the street, limping, dripping, bleeding as he does.
…■One Long Ass Walk With A Cinderblock Later■…
Nick stands outside the Cyrus Wrestling Academy building. In the parking lot a hummer waits in BC’s spot. He approaches the building and throws his cinderblock through the front glass door, shattering it. Nick reaches out and pulls on the door, realizing it’s open. He shrugs and steps through the broken glass, grabbing his cinderblock. He walks through the CWA, looking around.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
Thefuck are you?
Nick carries his cinderblock through the academy, until he’s outside the office of Brenton Cyrus. He throws the conderblock at the at the door, then plants a Nick Kick with all the remaining strength he has into the door, sending it flying open. Brenton stares out the massive window of his office, overlooking the swimming pool in the back.
Brenton Cyrus
Thanks for joining me Nick.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
How the fuck did you know I would be here?
Brenton shrugs, his back still turned on Nick.
Brenton Cyrus
Lucky guess?
Nick walks over and drops the cinderblock down on top of Brenton’s desk. Brenton turns around slowly looking at Nick, then at the block.
Brenton Cyrus
Rough night?
…■Nick Ridicule■…
What do you think?
Brenton smirks and sits down.
Brenton Cyrus
What can I do for you Nick?
…■Nick Ridicule■…
How about you start by telling me what happened tonight.
Brenton looks away, then looks at Nick confused.
Brenton Cyrus
Pertaining to what?
…■Nick Ridicule■…
You know exactly what! Stop playing games me with and tell me what happened with the main event tonight!
Brenton Cyrus
You mean last night.
Nick slams his fist down into the desk. He grinds his teeth as he stares at Brenton.
Brenton Cyrus
Alright, calm down. You won the match, that’s what happened.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
That’s right. I won the match. But why? Why did I go out there and win the match in one move? Why was that the easiest match I’ve ever fought against Corey? Why didn’t he kick out?
Brenton Cyrus
You must have power bombed the fight out of him.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
Or… Somebody told him not to kick out. He barely kicked out of the power slam I hit him with. It confused me at first, but the more I’ve thought about it, the more things have made sense to me.
Brenton Cyrus
Were you hit to the head to many times? You’re looking into something that’s not even there!
…■Nick Ridicule■…
Oh really? Well how about I tell you what I think happened tonight.
Brenton Cyrus
Last night…
…■Nick Ridicule■…
WHO GIVES A SHIT!
Nick slams his other fist down into the desk, then he leans forward, staring at Brenton with rage in his eyes.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
I think someone told Casey not to kick out. I think that someone was you. I think he considered not kicking out after the power slam, but he realized it would make things look even more suspicious. What was that look you guys gave each other during the match? What was that shit about?
Brenton Cyrus
I don’t recall.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
WELL MAYBE I CAN JOG YOUR MEMORY A BIT!
Nick jumps over the table, wrapping his hands around the throat of Brenton. He pulls himself over the table and lifts Brenton to his feet, then shoves him into the glass.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
You’re going to tell me what happened or I’m going to throw you out of this fucking window!
Brenton Cyrus
Nick, think about what you’re doing, think about how much I’ve helped you over the last month.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
Helped what? Pull me back into the fiery depths of hell?
Brenton Cyrus
I helped you get your head straight again, now it seems as though you’ve lost it! You’re making insane accusations, with no backing!
…■Nick Ridicule■…
I know you sold me out. I knew it as soon as I saw you after that match. I just want to hear you say it, I just want you to admit it!
Brenton Cyrus
Nothing to admit.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
LIAR!
Nick smashes Brenton’s head into the glass, cracking it. Brenton grabs his forehead and Nick shoves him against the glass again.
Brenton Cyrus
You’re making a huge mistake…
…■Nick Ridicule■…
Last chance! You tell me the truth. You tell me exactly why you sold me out! You tell me now or I’m going to throw you to your death!
Brenton remains silent. Nick pulls him back to throw him.
Brenton Cyrus
WAIT!
…■One Conversation Later■…
Brenton emerges through the window, flying from his office down into the pool. Nick stands in the office, looking down, broken glass scattered all around. He reaches into Brenton’s desk and grabs his keys, then looks back at the pool. Brenton is gone. Nick lifts his cinderblock and makes his way out of the building. He walks towards the hummer and out of nowhere, Brenton jumps onto his back.
Brenton Cyrus
Knowing what you do, I can’t let you leave!
Nick backs up, smashing Brenton into his building. Nick turns around and hits him with the cinderblock, knocking him down and out. Nick backs up to the hummer, then gets inside. He starts it up and drives away. So many thoughts race through his head following the one of the worst nights of his life. Brenton’s words ring through his head. He pulls into a parking lot, then steps out of the hummer, dropping his cinderblock out first. He looks off into the distance, where the Kat Box can been seen. Nick lifts his cinderblock and walks towards the club.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
…fucking cinderblock… fucking Cyrus… fucking security….fucking Ashley… fucking Casey… fucking fuck fuck!
He continues to mumble incoherently as he makes his way to the front door of the club. He passes the few people waiting in line and walks to the door.
“Nick, good to see you man! Wow, it looks like somebody FUCKED you up!”
Nick looks at the doorman, scowling, before he enters the club. Nick looks around. The club is packed, people dancing all over. People stare at him with his cinderblock as he walks through the club, making his way to Kat’s office. He opens the door and looks inside, but the room is empty. He turns around and Kat is standing in front of him.
Katrina Costick
I didn’t think you were going to come, what happened to you, why do you have a cinderblock? Come into my office..
She leads him into her office and closes the door behind her. Nick sits down and she walks over to her desk, reaching in before pulling out a bottle of peroxide and a rag. She walks over and pours a little bit of peroxide onto the rag, then she gently presses it against a cut on Nick’s face.
Katrina Costick
I’ve really missed you a lot. I’ve heard so many things about what happened…
…■Nick Ridicule■…
Careful what you believe.
Katrina Costick
Of course.
She pulls the rag away, staring at Nick. She leans in and kisses him. Nick doesn’t fight it, instead he goes with it, passionately kissing her back. She mounts him on the chair, grabbing his Mohawk, using it to control his head as they make out.
*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*
Kat looks at the door, a look of fear on her face. She looks at Nick.
Katrina Costick
Oh shit, I think that’s my boyfriend.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
Boyfriend?
Katrina Costick
Uh… well… yeah, long story.. I’m back with Matt… You need to hide!
…■Nick Ridicule■…
I’m not hiding..
Katrina Costick
PLEASE! He’ll kill you if he has to go through this again, this time for real.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
So be it.
Katrina Costick
Stop being such a hard headed bad ass for a second and think about the consequences of what will happen!
Nick stares at her as the knocking gets louder.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
I… Don’t… Care…
The door opens and Monster stands with his shoulder against it. Matt looks into the room at Kat mounting Nick. She gets off of him and Nick stands up, dropping the cinderblock at his feet.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
Hey fellas, nice seeing you guys, I was just leaving…
Matt steps into the office throwing a stepping right hook. Nick doesn’t put his hands up to defend it. He just closes his eyes and lets it blast him, knocking him out cold.
…■The Match■…
So this is what IWF is about? People running scared every week from the big bad Nick Ridicule. I’ve seen more people jump ship to get away from me, than I’ve seen throughout my career. First it was the Irish guys when I first arrived. Begging and pleading not to be on a show with the best in the world. Then it was Corey Casey at Isolation, playing dead so that I couldn’t make it a reality. Now the newest runaway is Titus Black. If I even had the slightest clue who you are, I would ruin you. But since their’s nothing to ruin, I’ll just say this. Titus begged for a trade, someone of equal or greater value.
We got Alison Williams for him.
Good trade.
But think about everything that Alison Williams is. The good and the bad. Think about all the dirty things she has done.
She’s still better than Titus Black.
I bet she’s had less dick in her ass as well.
This is the IWF?
Guys with an opportunity, not only to become Full Throttle number one contender, but to defeat a discouraged Nick Ridicule. Chuck’s chosen bitch and another guy I’ve never heard of. I was expecting these fresh faces to push me, especially after my performance last week, especially since I jumped over them in a single week in the rankings of the IWF.
I’m under trained, under motivated, under the weather, and I’ve never looked forward to a fight less than this one. Yet I’m still more than enough of a warrior to destroy both of these guys. Things are starting to get a bit pathetic. I came here to fight. Why is everyone turning and running from me?
I WANT TO FIGHT!
I WANT TO FIGHT SOMEONE WHO IS ACTUALLY GOING TO FIGHT ME!
Since I can’t get a fight.
I’ll have to go find one this week.
I've already CHOSEN, who i'll bring the fight too.
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