Post by Spartan on Nov 10, 2019 3:52:13 GMT -5
Spartan finds himself sitting on a wooden stool in the middle of old an old boxing gym. The type of gym where the sweat of bygone battlers will permeate your nostrils no matter how much you try to breathe through your mouth. Where the blood of many fighters before stains the walls and canvas. Where the heavy bags are held together with duct tape and where every old fighter still comes to train hoping to fulfill a dream that should’ve been forgotten many years ago. But that is what men do, they chase the dream, the gold at the end of the rainbow, the biggest fish in the lake. Men, and women chase the dreams. Some quit. Some die. And for others the body dies before the dream.
This is the place where those people come.
Spartan sits on a wooden stool in front of him in a boxing ring with two fighters sparring for the next big fight, their first big fight? Spartan watches.
“Live fast. Die young, leave a good looking fucking corpse. The James Dean model. Not really the way I want to see myself. But it seems that rocket of mine run out of fuel at HorrorKore.”
“Got beat.”
“Got owned”
“Wasn’t prepared.”
“That’s my fucking fault.”
“Now I got this Ghost clown hearing voices in his head and blaming me. Well you know what I’ll give him the fight he wants at OMEGA. But first I have to deal with Zombie fuckin McMorris.”
“Siccboi. Fuccboi. I don’t really know. Sometimes I’m not sure the fool wants to win as much as he just wants to cause havoc. Fuck him. I’m just a loser right now. He can take care of that. Don’t need to beat him but he’s got to know he’s been in a fight and yeh I know that’s a fuckin Dexter line, but as it comes and goes what I do didn’t really work in Chernobyl didn’t work so maybe its time to try something different.”
“Or maybe it’s time to persevere. Double down and keep doing what I do.”
“I’m too fuckin conflicted to really know.”
“Just another fuckin siccboi I reckon. But it doesn't matter because when I step into the ring with a man with the mouth. I’m just going beat on him until he either stops me or I fuckin kill him and than I am going to what forty eight hours and do it all over again.”
“Because I came to fight. Not to fuckin jibber jabber.”
“In the ring where the results don’t matter two men throwing punches. Trying to decimate the other thats where I want to be right now. I don’t even care if he keeps me down with a dove killah. Because when I get back up Im going to break the motherfucker in two.”
“Z-Mac, I don’t need to conquer the hate, I need to be the fuckin hate or maybe not. We’ll see in the ring. That’s the fun of it. You are obscure, obtuse and we don’t really know what we are going to get but I just want a wild fucking brawl until the end. And then I am going to make Ghost a fucking ghost… without your stupid forty eight hour rule.”
“Good night Zee.”
“No fuck off and conquer the doves.”
This is the place where those people come.
Spartan sits on a wooden stool in front of him in a boxing ring with two fighters sparring for the next big fight, their first big fight? Spartan watches.
“Live fast. Die young, leave a good looking fucking corpse. The James Dean model. Not really the way I want to see myself. But it seems that rocket of mine run out of fuel at HorrorKore.”
“Got beat.”
“Got owned”
“Wasn’t prepared.”
“That’s my fucking fault.”
“Now I got this Ghost clown hearing voices in his head and blaming me. Well you know what I’ll give him the fight he wants at OMEGA. But first I have to deal with Zombie fuckin McMorris.”
“Siccboi. Fuccboi. I don’t really know. Sometimes I’m not sure the fool wants to win as much as he just wants to cause havoc. Fuck him. I’m just a loser right now. He can take care of that. Don’t need to beat him but he’s got to know he’s been in a fight and yeh I know that’s a fuckin Dexter line, but as it comes and goes what I do didn’t really work in Chernobyl didn’t work so maybe its time to try something different.”
“Or maybe it’s time to persevere. Double down and keep doing what I do.”
“I’m too fuckin conflicted to really know.”
“Just another fuckin siccboi I reckon. But it doesn't matter because when I step into the ring with a man with the mouth. I’m just going beat on him until he either stops me or I fuckin kill him and than I am going to what forty eight hours and do it all over again.”
“Because I came to fight. Not to fuckin jibber jabber.”
“In the ring where the results don’t matter two men throwing punches. Trying to decimate the other thats where I want to be right now. I don’t even care if he keeps me down with a dove killah. Because when I get back up Im going to break the motherfucker in two.”
“Z-Mac, I don’t need to conquer the hate, I need to be the fuckin hate or maybe not. We’ll see in the ring. That’s the fun of it. You are obscure, obtuse and we don’t really know what we are going to get but I just want a wild fucking brawl until the end. And then I am going to make Ghost a fucking ghost… without your stupid forty eight hour rule.”
“Good night Zee.”
“No fuck off and conquer the doves.”
