Noises [Day One]
Feb 4, 2016 1:10:35 GMT -5
Post by Kevin Hardaway on Feb 4, 2016 1:10:35 GMT -5
I can hear the noises.
I can hear rumblings.
You can't escape it, you dickhead. You just can't. This will always be with you wherever you go.
Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.
It's coming for you, Kevin and there's not a fucking thing you can do about it, no matter how many times you try to weasel your way out of it.
Maybe she's right and maybe she's not.
It doesn't matter now because it's coming right towards you.
*BANG* goes the door. It's getting closer now.
Why in the holy hell did you agree to this, man? I thought you were better than this. Then again...*BANG* goes the door again. Good thing I'm holding something to strike with. Of course, it's not a gun or a sharp object, but...a shoe?! Who throws a shoe? Honestly?! Well, when your stuck inside of a hospital with only your clothes on you and nothing else, you need to fashion something into a weapon. Or else you're fucked up beyond all repair. But here I am, prepping up a shoe into a knife...somehow (MacGyver reruns haven't failed me one bit from the looks of it), I hear the door turning into a bent piece of metal. Like somebody just knows the door is made out of tinfoil. But god forbid, I have nowhere to go. I got backed into a fucking corner.
I'm trying to remember the things she said to me. That she taught me.
But how the fuck are they going to work when all I have is a shoe? And these are my favorite pair of shoes. I have no idea on how this is going to be even good. It's going to be a bloodbath. I'm going to turn into a fucking piece of meat at this point and I got nothing to show for it. This all happened because somebody who doesn't like me one bit just had to mail me a god damn book. A book that I never thought I was going to see again. Because I never wanted to see it again. It's caused me nothing but torture and misery and tragedy and what else ails you. I ran away and tried to hide. But the very second I walked into San Diego, CA and crossed paths with the evilness of family, I could sense that this form of...I can't even explain it still existed. It was never going to leave me.
Then I met her.
Through some simple twist of fate, we've crossed paths and for some reason, something inside not just myself, but her as well, shined out. It's...it's hard to explain and I don't know how else I could explain it. But in a way...she's kind of perfect.
Perfect like a perfect bullet going through your heart and out again in one instant. Blink and you'll miss it.
I don't know why I thought she was like this to me. At least lately. I crushed her windpipe with a fucking chair and left her bedridden for weeks. She nearly drove a million chairs onto my entire body. She threw me into a hearse for fuck's sake. And yet...here we are. Here I was. Waiting for the end because of a fucking book. THAT fucking book. I tried having her help me just because who the hell else was going to even touch this thing, but she was the only one who could have. I was going to give her my freedom. My peace of mind away from each other after we were done. I know she was ecstatic but never happy to do it.
And now here I am...waiting for my doom. 10 years ago, this book cost me my life and now it's going to cost me my life again. Like the world's most dangerous form of deja vu.
*BANG BANG BANG*
The door flies open and there it stands...
There SHE stands...
Ruby Fucking Tyler.
The yin to my yang...so to speak.
"I've had it up to HERE with you! I need to finally put an end to this! To you!" she screams out, holding a chair in one hand and her Chinese ring dagger in the other.
Time to die, I suppose.
Running up, he throws the shoe at her and of course she throws the chair and blocks it. Well, at least I knew that didn't work as she picks up the chair and immediately swings it...*THWACK* right in the face. Yeeeah, that hurt like a motherfucker. He fell down to the cold tile of the hospital floor, his face covered in dried and brand new blood coming down from his hair and forehead as he tried to get back up and swing at her again but she swung the chair at him again. This time it missed but he moved away in enough time. Not enough energy in the world to save yourself now. What made you think he would stop the apocalypse? To stop himself for doing the damage that cost him his one and only loved one. But through the midst of the blood and his loss of focus, he still tried.
Dammit, I'm not going out like this.
"Is that the best you got?! I thought you were a hunter. I thought you knew how to fight, you bitch!"
*SWING* She drops her chair and uses the dagger to slice him in the wrist as he cowers and she kneels down at him.
"I'm just taking my sweet time, SUG! I want to see you suffer!"
I figured that much, I guess. Trying to crush your larynx will do that to a woman. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned as they say. They don't know this woman though. She holds the dagger like a estranged serial killer would do. Like Norman Bates in Psycho and she immediately sits on his lap as he's sitting against the wall, head back, eyes closed. He opens them up though...more like a "one last time" kind of thing. Just to see her finish him off and throw the final blow into his heart. Oddly enough, the whole "life flashing before your eyes" bit is bullshit. Good, because I had a shitty life. Nothing but losing your friends and family and loved ones to death and everything else inbetween. The only thing that I had...well...
...maybe this is worth it. This will all be over for me. No more worrying. I'll be up there in the skies with everybody who has left me. And...but one more thing remains.
"Till death do us part, remember Ruby?"
"I remember, Kevin."
Rarely have we ever called each other by our first names, but this time...this time felt sincere. I remember watching the tapes of our last match, and the tears in her eyes as she closed the door on that hearse. But there were no tears here. No tears but also a faint feel of honesty in her voice. It cracked just enough for me to understand that something felt...wrong.
She drops the knife and instantly starts to kiss him. With such a fever and high energy that it caught the both of them by surprise. She stopped and even looked at the blood pouring from his forehead, covering his face as she tried to remove it by her fingers...and then started to lick it. And then licking the blood away from his face. Kissing it and sucking it away. The pain from the cut brought upon by her was stinging and burning harder than anything else before, but I didn't want to flinch. I got this far surviving...why not now? She presses her forehead against mine, the blood getting on her face as well. And even she bellows out from her lips.
"One more for the road, I guess."
NOW?! In the state we're in and she wants this now?!?!
She immediately grabs the wrist she cut up, still pouring blood quite freely (although not enough for him to pass out because...reasons?) as she sucks it up. Like some kind of vampire that is in dire need of thirst. In doing that, she rips off whatever was left of his shirt, torn and tattered from the fight he's been through and she immediately goes for his belt buckle.
"This will all be over soon...I promise! Just enjoy it while you can!"
He closes his eyes. Might as well, you know...*BANG BANG BANG*
====
"HEY! WAKE THE FUCK UP!"
DECEMBER 11TH, 2015
College Park, MD
6:15 AM
He jolts up. Immediately looking around, he finds himself inside of a car. Looking around, there's no cuts. No blood. Nothing. Instead, he sees her outside his car door, dressed up in a tough winter coat as she looks at him. We're not sure if it's confusion or concern or anger or maybe it's just every emotion in the book.
"Your first day and it's already past 6? I know this was a bad idea." she says to him as he gets out of the car.
"Actually, I got here early. I must have took a power nap against my will."
"Well that's the last "against your will" you'll have with me, sweetheart. You hear me? What were you dreaming about in the first place?"
"Nothing. Just a random nightmare. It happens."
He nods and rubs his hands together for warmth. She replies back.
"Good news is that I have plenty of space inside for us to train right now. Because it really is too fucking cold for my standards."
A sigh of relief at least from him.
"How do you deal with cold like this?"
"I was born in a blizzard, remember? I've been dealing with the cold since the second I was born."
She just nods and walks with him towards the cabin. It's 6:15 in the morning of the first day of the rest of my life.
And I'm ready...I think so. I might die, I'm not sure. But I'm pretty sure that she won't let me. Nowhere to run anymore. Nowhere to hide.
==
Long time, no see, hmm?
For those who aren't aware of my presence, please allow me to introduce myself. It'll be short and sweet, I promise. My name is Kevin Hardaway, and...this is my life. This is the world I go to time and time again and I'll never escape it no matter how many times that I'll let it. I've been doing this for the better half of my life now and even the fact that I'm nearing the big 4-0 doesn't leave my head for a second. Yet...here I am. I'm recharged. I'm feeling...I'm feeling better. Which is kind of a screwed up thing to say given my actions and consequences in the past here. See, for those of you who don't know, I came to FGA back in 2012, back in the days when I was part of a little company called Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER and I decided to come and invade their little party. Long story short, the trip ended so well for me that I decided to stay back here and jump ship. Cue the next two years and every up and down, hit or miss that you can name.
-Sure I became the first ever Pride Champion, but Chandler Scott broke my arm in the process...
-I had two people behind my back as we took on the legendary team known as The Murder, but the both of them couldn't even survive before I went out there and almost took them out myself...
-I appreciated when Chris Bond said he was going to retire, then blew it up right in front of my face.
The last time most of you saw me, I was on the losing end. I was looking up into the ceiling and I had...I had no idea what was even happening. Everything seemed lost to me. I had no focus, no spirit, no goal to even keep me going. It was the weirdest thing. It was like somebody took my soul away without even knowing about it.
It's weird to notice that, because last year...I think I knew where it went.
Last year...around this time actually, I found out some secrets that have been haunting me for god knows how long. And there were places that I had to go in order for me to figure out what the hell was even going on. The problem with all of that was that I had to go undercover, into this deep dark family of...just crazy fucking people in order to figure out what has been giving me all of this trouble, all of the problems that my inner demons have been fighting for all of this time. It gave me the answers I was looking for. Answers that have been plaguing me for years. Making me the person who I am today, really.
You see, for those of you in the unknown...I had a wife. Angie. Somebody who meant the world to me. She's gone. She's been gone for 6 years now. And I tell everybody that she had cancer and died peacefully in her sleep a few days after she saw me win what was supposed to be my "final match" in pro wrestling. That...that was never true. And...it still pains me to even talk about what I went through during those days. It also makes me look like a complete lunatic when I even talk about it. When I really talk about everything that's been going on. So...forgive me if I go off the deep end here.
So yeah, I had to completely lose my mind to find out what really happened to her. Sure, it was nice to kick the crap out of Chandler Scott for a change. Which BTW...he came back here because of me, mind you. That's a fun fact to realize, mind you. But moving on...it gave me no answers. No answers that I really needed. I did this because they were trying to get me to join their parade and that was it.
But in the midst of all of this, somebody was out there...looking on. She was the one who got me out of this...dark side. Granted, it took about 9 months to do and probably took about a good 15 years off of both of our lives, but...I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her. And I'm not going to lie, she's going to read this and gag and want to kick me in the shins for it. But thank you, Ruby. Thank you. Granted, most of the days I do want to kick you in the shins as well, but you're showing me what I need to see, what I need to do to stop any kind of crazy from affecting everybody. And I am an asshole 24/7...I still am an asshole from my previous time here. But I do see it. And I see anything that is ready to take me down a peg. Anybody ready to fight.
But for me, this is just another day...for everybody else, they see my name and they realize that this isn't just another match. This is a chance to prove themselves. A ton of people have beaten me and have made names for themselves. Sometimes it's earned and granted. Sometimes it's just a lucky fluke. Everybody wants to beat the famed Kevin Hardaway. I say..."good luck". You're talking to a guy who has been around the world TWICE (but never wants to go back to Japan as long as he lives), somebody who has more scars on him than interstate lines on a road map. So yeah, good luck.
That's why I want to talk to you, Rev. Listen, I don't know of your accomplishments. I don't know of your victories, of your championships. I don't know any of that. Nor should I care. Because you see, this is just as much of clean slate here than it is for me. Sure, I've talked about my road travels and how my body is, and I've mentioned about how I became the very first Pride Champion. But none of that really matters. We both have a record of 0-0 here. Sure, I've wrestled here before but things are wiped clean. It's a brand new start for the both of us. And quite honestly...I got dreams and goals. I got chances to shine and things to do. I'm leaving off where I left behind here before everything failed.
What have you got to show? A flashy look and a flashy set of moves? I was like you once upon a time, kid. Young and happy and ready. Crazy to think what that does to a man once the years start to shine on you. But to me, you just look like somebody who wanted to do this because it looked cool. Because you think it would get you girls or because your friends and family said it was dangerous. Good for you, kid. I hope things do work out. But for some people...and that's myself included...this is the only thing that's worth doing for some people. I didn't start this because it was cool. I started this because it was the only thing I could ever do with my life.
And I never wanted to do anything else.
So if you want to just treat this like some hobby, then go for it. Me...I'm going to be fighting. Like I have been doing.
Because for you? It's just a hobby.
For me? It's just another day to live.
I can hear rumblings.
You can't escape it, you dickhead. You just can't. This will always be with you wherever you go.
Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.
It's coming for you, Kevin and there's not a fucking thing you can do about it, no matter how many times you try to weasel your way out of it.
Maybe she's right and maybe she's not.
It doesn't matter now because it's coming right towards you.
*BANG* goes the door. It's getting closer now.
Why in the holy hell did you agree to this, man? I thought you were better than this. Then again...*BANG* goes the door again. Good thing I'm holding something to strike with. Of course, it's not a gun or a sharp object, but...a shoe?! Who throws a shoe? Honestly?! Well, when your stuck inside of a hospital with only your clothes on you and nothing else, you need to fashion something into a weapon. Or else you're fucked up beyond all repair. But here I am, prepping up a shoe into a knife...somehow (MacGyver reruns haven't failed me one bit from the looks of it), I hear the door turning into a bent piece of metal. Like somebody just knows the door is made out of tinfoil. But god forbid, I have nowhere to go. I got backed into a fucking corner.
I'm trying to remember the things she said to me. That she taught me.
But how the fuck are they going to work when all I have is a shoe? And these are my favorite pair of shoes. I have no idea on how this is going to be even good. It's going to be a bloodbath. I'm going to turn into a fucking piece of meat at this point and I got nothing to show for it. This all happened because somebody who doesn't like me one bit just had to mail me a god damn book. A book that I never thought I was going to see again. Because I never wanted to see it again. It's caused me nothing but torture and misery and tragedy and what else ails you. I ran away and tried to hide. But the very second I walked into San Diego, CA and crossed paths with the evilness of family, I could sense that this form of...I can't even explain it still existed. It was never going to leave me.
Then I met her.
Through some simple twist of fate, we've crossed paths and for some reason, something inside not just myself, but her as well, shined out. It's...it's hard to explain and I don't know how else I could explain it. But in a way...she's kind of perfect.
Perfect like a perfect bullet going through your heart and out again in one instant. Blink and you'll miss it.
I don't know why I thought she was like this to me. At least lately. I crushed her windpipe with a fucking chair and left her bedridden for weeks. She nearly drove a million chairs onto my entire body. She threw me into a hearse for fuck's sake. And yet...here we are. Here I was. Waiting for the end because of a fucking book. THAT fucking book. I tried having her help me just because who the hell else was going to even touch this thing, but she was the only one who could have. I was going to give her my freedom. My peace of mind away from each other after we were done. I know she was ecstatic but never happy to do it.
And now here I am...waiting for my doom. 10 years ago, this book cost me my life and now it's going to cost me my life again. Like the world's most dangerous form of deja vu.
*BANG BANG BANG*
The door flies open and there it stands...
There SHE stands...
Ruby Fucking Tyler.
The yin to my yang...so to speak.
"I've had it up to HERE with you! I need to finally put an end to this! To you!" she screams out, holding a chair in one hand and her Chinese ring dagger in the other.
Time to die, I suppose.
Running up, he throws the shoe at her and of course she throws the chair and blocks it. Well, at least I knew that didn't work as she picks up the chair and immediately swings it...*THWACK* right in the face. Yeeeah, that hurt like a motherfucker. He fell down to the cold tile of the hospital floor, his face covered in dried and brand new blood coming down from his hair and forehead as he tried to get back up and swing at her again but she swung the chair at him again. This time it missed but he moved away in enough time. Not enough energy in the world to save yourself now. What made you think he would stop the apocalypse? To stop himself for doing the damage that cost him his one and only loved one. But through the midst of the blood and his loss of focus, he still tried.
Dammit, I'm not going out like this.
"Is that the best you got?! I thought you were a hunter. I thought you knew how to fight, you bitch!"
*SWING* She drops her chair and uses the dagger to slice him in the wrist as he cowers and she kneels down at him.
"I'm just taking my sweet time, SUG! I want to see you suffer!"
I figured that much, I guess. Trying to crush your larynx will do that to a woman. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned as they say. They don't know this woman though. She holds the dagger like a estranged serial killer would do. Like Norman Bates in Psycho and she immediately sits on his lap as he's sitting against the wall, head back, eyes closed. He opens them up though...more like a "one last time" kind of thing. Just to see her finish him off and throw the final blow into his heart. Oddly enough, the whole "life flashing before your eyes" bit is bullshit. Good, because I had a shitty life. Nothing but losing your friends and family and loved ones to death and everything else inbetween. The only thing that I had...well...
...maybe this is worth it. This will all be over for me. No more worrying. I'll be up there in the skies with everybody who has left me. And...but one more thing remains.
"Till death do us part, remember Ruby?"
"I remember, Kevin."
Rarely have we ever called each other by our first names, but this time...this time felt sincere. I remember watching the tapes of our last match, and the tears in her eyes as she closed the door on that hearse. But there were no tears here. No tears but also a faint feel of honesty in her voice. It cracked just enough for me to understand that something felt...wrong.
She drops the knife and instantly starts to kiss him. With such a fever and high energy that it caught the both of them by surprise. She stopped and even looked at the blood pouring from his forehead, covering his face as she tried to remove it by her fingers...and then started to lick it. And then licking the blood away from his face. Kissing it and sucking it away. The pain from the cut brought upon by her was stinging and burning harder than anything else before, but I didn't want to flinch. I got this far surviving...why not now? She presses her forehead against mine, the blood getting on her face as well. And even she bellows out from her lips.
"One more for the road, I guess."
NOW?! In the state we're in and she wants this now?!?!
She immediately grabs the wrist she cut up, still pouring blood quite freely (although not enough for him to pass out because...reasons?) as she sucks it up. Like some kind of vampire that is in dire need of thirst. In doing that, she rips off whatever was left of his shirt, torn and tattered from the fight he's been through and she immediately goes for his belt buckle.
"This will all be over soon...I promise! Just enjoy it while you can!"
He closes his eyes. Might as well, you know...*BANG BANG BANG*
====
"HEY! WAKE THE FUCK UP!"
DECEMBER 11TH, 2015
College Park, MD
6:15 AM
He jolts up. Immediately looking around, he finds himself inside of a car. Looking around, there's no cuts. No blood. Nothing. Instead, he sees her outside his car door, dressed up in a tough winter coat as she looks at him. We're not sure if it's confusion or concern or anger or maybe it's just every emotion in the book.
"Your first day and it's already past 6? I know this was a bad idea." she says to him as he gets out of the car.
"Actually, I got here early. I must have took a power nap against my will."
"Well that's the last "against your will" you'll have with me, sweetheart. You hear me? What were you dreaming about in the first place?"
"Nothing. Just a random nightmare. It happens."
He nods and rubs his hands together for warmth. She replies back.
"Good news is that I have plenty of space inside for us to train right now. Because it really is too fucking cold for my standards."
A sigh of relief at least from him.
"How do you deal with cold like this?"
"I was born in a blizzard, remember? I've been dealing with the cold since the second I was born."
She just nods and walks with him towards the cabin. It's 6:15 in the morning of the first day of the rest of my life.
And I'm ready...I think so. I might die, I'm not sure. But I'm pretty sure that she won't let me. Nowhere to run anymore. Nowhere to hide.
==
Long time, no see, hmm?
For those who aren't aware of my presence, please allow me to introduce myself. It'll be short and sweet, I promise. My name is Kevin Hardaway, and...this is my life. This is the world I go to time and time again and I'll never escape it no matter how many times that I'll let it. I've been doing this for the better half of my life now and even the fact that I'm nearing the big 4-0 doesn't leave my head for a second. Yet...here I am. I'm recharged. I'm feeling...I'm feeling better. Which is kind of a screwed up thing to say given my actions and consequences in the past here. See, for those of you who don't know, I came to FGA back in 2012, back in the days when I was part of a little company called Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER and I decided to come and invade their little party. Long story short, the trip ended so well for me that I decided to stay back here and jump ship. Cue the next two years and every up and down, hit or miss that you can name.
-Sure I became the first ever Pride Champion, but Chandler Scott broke my arm in the process...
-I had two people behind my back as we took on the legendary team known as The Murder, but the both of them couldn't even survive before I went out there and almost took them out myself...
-I appreciated when Chris Bond said he was going to retire, then blew it up right in front of my face.
The last time most of you saw me, I was on the losing end. I was looking up into the ceiling and I had...I had no idea what was even happening. Everything seemed lost to me. I had no focus, no spirit, no goal to even keep me going. It was the weirdest thing. It was like somebody took my soul away without even knowing about it.
It's weird to notice that, because last year...I think I knew where it went.
Last year...around this time actually, I found out some secrets that have been haunting me for god knows how long. And there were places that I had to go in order for me to figure out what the hell was even going on. The problem with all of that was that I had to go undercover, into this deep dark family of...just crazy fucking people in order to figure out what has been giving me all of this trouble, all of the problems that my inner demons have been fighting for all of this time. It gave me the answers I was looking for. Answers that have been plaguing me for years. Making me the person who I am today, really.
You see, for those of you in the unknown...I had a wife. Angie. Somebody who meant the world to me. She's gone. She's been gone for 6 years now. And I tell everybody that she had cancer and died peacefully in her sleep a few days after she saw me win what was supposed to be my "final match" in pro wrestling. That...that was never true. And...it still pains me to even talk about what I went through during those days. It also makes me look like a complete lunatic when I even talk about it. When I really talk about everything that's been going on. So...forgive me if I go off the deep end here.
So yeah, I had to completely lose my mind to find out what really happened to her. Sure, it was nice to kick the crap out of Chandler Scott for a change. Which BTW...he came back here because of me, mind you. That's a fun fact to realize, mind you. But moving on...it gave me no answers. No answers that I really needed. I did this because they were trying to get me to join their parade and that was it.
But in the midst of all of this, somebody was out there...looking on. She was the one who got me out of this...dark side. Granted, it took about 9 months to do and probably took about a good 15 years off of both of our lives, but...I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her. And I'm not going to lie, she's going to read this and gag and want to kick me in the shins for it. But thank you, Ruby. Thank you. Granted, most of the days I do want to kick you in the shins as well, but you're showing me what I need to see, what I need to do to stop any kind of crazy from affecting everybody. And I am an asshole 24/7...I still am an asshole from my previous time here. But I do see it. And I see anything that is ready to take me down a peg. Anybody ready to fight.
But for me, this is just another day...for everybody else, they see my name and they realize that this isn't just another match. This is a chance to prove themselves. A ton of people have beaten me and have made names for themselves. Sometimes it's earned and granted. Sometimes it's just a lucky fluke. Everybody wants to beat the famed Kevin Hardaway. I say..."good luck". You're talking to a guy who has been around the world TWICE (but never wants to go back to Japan as long as he lives), somebody who has more scars on him than interstate lines on a road map. So yeah, good luck.
That's why I want to talk to you, Rev. Listen, I don't know of your accomplishments. I don't know of your victories, of your championships. I don't know any of that. Nor should I care. Because you see, this is just as much of clean slate here than it is for me. Sure, I've talked about my road travels and how my body is, and I've mentioned about how I became the very first Pride Champion. But none of that really matters. We both have a record of 0-0 here. Sure, I've wrestled here before but things are wiped clean. It's a brand new start for the both of us. And quite honestly...I got dreams and goals. I got chances to shine and things to do. I'm leaving off where I left behind here before everything failed.
What have you got to show? A flashy look and a flashy set of moves? I was like you once upon a time, kid. Young and happy and ready. Crazy to think what that does to a man once the years start to shine on you. But to me, you just look like somebody who wanted to do this because it looked cool. Because you think it would get you girls or because your friends and family said it was dangerous. Good for you, kid. I hope things do work out. But for some people...and that's myself included...this is the only thing that's worth doing for some people. I didn't start this because it was cool. I started this because it was the only thing I could ever do with my life.
And I never wanted to do anything else.
So if you want to just treat this like some hobby, then go for it. Me...I'm going to be fighting. Like I have been doing.
Because for you? It's just a hobby.
For me? It's just another day to live.
