Slaughter Pt. 1
Aug 16, 2015 10:13:52 GMT -5
Post by pimp on Aug 16, 2015 10:13:52 GMT -5
In his favorite tree, Nest is seen wielding a meat cleaver. A look of disgust turns into a maniacal smile.
“I remember the butcher from the slaughter house into town. Everyday my old man yelled ‘someone send that boy on up the hill fer some meat.’ Everyday I had to walk 5 miles up the road just to deal with this smart ass punk, thinking he knew my life. Berating me for ordering so much meat as he went on to call me a ‘bloody fat arse.’ It wasn’t his words that affected me, it was the fact that as he ran off at the mouth he wielded a meat cleaver...as if to threaten me.”
Nest slowly shakes his head, smiling.
“Well to make a long story short.” Nest holds up the meat cleaver. “He no longer has his little tool...and without a hand he no longer needs it. Now he knows that I’m that not a joke, because now every time we cross paths in town he quivers in fear.”
Nest grins.
“Butcher, I don’t take you seriously. You’re not so tough without your go-to tool of attacking people from behind. Plus for all the shit I went through with Prince MacRear, at least he was winning his matches and backing up his words. In fact he even beat you. So what makes the man at the top of the Lion’s Den threatened when the new adversary can’t beat a man he’s beaten thrice?” The Apex Champion swings up and sticks the cleaver into the tree above him. “Having been in the ring five years, you would think Butcher’s reputation for being a smash mouth badass would travel. It hasn’t. I’ve seen no display of the scat that spews out of your jaws from week to week. All vinyls, no music videos…”
Nest grinds his teeth. “I hate those types of bands. They hype up tours, but when it’s showtime you realize why they’re no videos. Lackluster delivery. I’d hate to say the reason why my match isn’t closing Second Impact is because my opponent performs like one of these bands but...yeah metaphors.” Nest starts to laugh as he glances up at the impaled meat cleaver. "The same energy spent trying to knock me off of my game. Trying to harm a defenseless woman like Katie, regardless of how annoying she may be. If you exerted that same aggression that you did on the tenth of June when you defeated three of LDFC’s best, maybe I wouldn’t pass off your attack as desperate. A cry for attention from the grass to the treetop.”
Nest tilts his head and looks below. “Nothing but wind.” Nest looks back up and smiles. “Ironically it confuses me as far as preparation goes. I don’t know if I’m stepping down to a legitimate challenger. I’m not so sure this match requires the overnight, into-dawn hours any of my past big matches did. Not to downplay, Butcher, but for a man with a name associated with slaughter I see no blood-thirst. I see no hunger. I rather be putting this belt on the line with someone who’s been proving in and out the ring that they deserve to challenge my spot. But it’s your time Butcher. Time to enter my nest, and show me you can achieve the same results when we’re face to face. Toe to toe. When I’m alert and not reeling off of a fight. As of today, no one’s survived under those conditions.”
Nest grins. “And no one will...ever. Nest Assured.”
“I remember the butcher from the slaughter house into town. Everyday my old man yelled ‘someone send that boy on up the hill fer some meat.’ Everyday I had to walk 5 miles up the road just to deal with this smart ass punk, thinking he knew my life. Berating me for ordering so much meat as he went on to call me a ‘bloody fat arse.’ It wasn’t his words that affected me, it was the fact that as he ran off at the mouth he wielded a meat cleaver...as if to threaten me.”
Nest slowly shakes his head, smiling.
“Well to make a long story short.” Nest holds up the meat cleaver. “He no longer has his little tool...and without a hand he no longer needs it. Now he knows that I’m that not a joke, because now every time we cross paths in town he quivers in fear.”
Nest grins.
“Butcher, I don’t take you seriously. You’re not so tough without your go-to tool of attacking people from behind. Plus for all the shit I went through with Prince MacRear, at least he was winning his matches and backing up his words. In fact he even beat you. So what makes the man at the top of the Lion’s Den threatened when the new adversary can’t beat a man he’s beaten thrice?” The Apex Champion swings up and sticks the cleaver into the tree above him. “Having been in the ring five years, you would think Butcher’s reputation for being a smash mouth badass would travel. It hasn’t. I’ve seen no display of the scat that spews out of your jaws from week to week. All vinyls, no music videos…”
Nest grinds his teeth. “I hate those types of bands. They hype up tours, but when it’s showtime you realize why they’re no videos. Lackluster delivery. I’d hate to say the reason why my match isn’t closing Second Impact is because my opponent performs like one of these bands but...yeah metaphors.” Nest starts to laugh as he glances up at the impaled meat cleaver. "The same energy spent trying to knock me off of my game. Trying to harm a defenseless woman like Katie, regardless of how annoying she may be. If you exerted that same aggression that you did on the tenth of June when you defeated three of LDFC’s best, maybe I wouldn’t pass off your attack as desperate. A cry for attention from the grass to the treetop.”
Nest tilts his head and looks below. “Nothing but wind.” Nest looks back up and smiles. “Ironically it confuses me as far as preparation goes. I don’t know if I’m stepping down to a legitimate challenger. I’m not so sure this match requires the overnight, into-dawn hours any of my past big matches did. Not to downplay, Butcher, but for a man with a name associated with slaughter I see no blood-thirst. I see no hunger. I rather be putting this belt on the line with someone who’s been proving in and out the ring that they deserve to challenge my spot. But it’s your time Butcher. Time to enter my nest, and show me you can achieve the same results when we’re face to face. Toe to toe. When I’m alert and not reeling off of a fight. As of today, no one’s survived under those conditions.”
Nest grins. “And no one will...ever. Nest Assured.”