Post by Spartan on Nov 28, 2019 19:51:11 GMT -5
"I'm going to kill him" mutters Tristan Cross.
"Dude, Bro, Relax." says Quinn Black resting a hand on the shoulder of his friend.
Cross shrugs the hands of his shoulder. Both men are sitting at the kitchen counter of Black humble abode. Cross is not much interested in conversation.
"I ain't relaxin' Q. I'm going to kill him. Snap his fucking neck, right there in the middle of the ring."
"Dude. Why you so worked up over this clown?"
"Because he is a clown. I'm going to tear through him . Then I'm going straight after Wolf and Smitty and I'm going to tear through them. Jerry was right. I just got to kill people."
"You can't kill people, bro. You'll go to the chair."
"Q, Florida - it's lethal injection. That's exactly what's going to happen."
Tristan Cross shrugs off of his friend and walks away. Angry. Very angry.
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Special APW OMEGA Banner.
Spartan stands in front of the banner in casual workout clothes. Black singlet, black shorts, black joggers. It's a pretty standard look for him.
"You know what. When I come into this place. I came ready to fight. Ready to take on all comers. Ready to do the honourable thing. Ready to throw down fists and shake hands after the fight like I was good man. And to be honest I would say I still think like that for the most part. Stand up Throw down. Walk away. That's the good fight. I have fought Dean Wolf. I have battled him until I had nothing left. I have brawled with Zombie McMorris. I have tolerated the petulant little shit Allen Anderson. I don't know how many times I have stood and stared at Jaice Wilds. Every single time I have felt I fought the good fight, done everything that had to be done or could be done to walk away with a victory. Hell, even at HorrorKore against Steven Osbourne, I threw it all at him the right way. He beat me, but that's because I wasn't good enough on that night. Every single of them names is flawed, horrible, foolish and in one case a downright homicidal human being. But in every and every case I felt I had to fight the good fight."
"But you..."
"You... Ghost."
"I don't feel that need."
"I don't feel to do the right thing. To leave it all between the ropes."
"Something about you says I need to spill your blood."
"Something about you says I need to break your bones."
"Something about you says I should dig a shallow grave."
"Something about you says I should dump in that shallow grave."
"Something about you says I should cover you with sticks and stones."
"But FUCK that. I'm going to leave corpse for the coyotes and the scavengers to to devour."
"Because a coward like you doesn't deserve a burial, not even in a shallow grave."
"You deserve to have the coyotes rip at your decaying skin, you deserve the carrion to tears at your innards, you deserve to have your flesh rot in the under searing sun."
"That is what you deserve, Ghost."
"You reap what you sow, Voshon."
"Remember that."
Spartan walks forward.
"OMEGA is the end of the Greek Alphabet."
"And OMEGA will be end of you."
Spartan walks away.
"Dude, Bro, Relax." says Quinn Black resting a hand on the shoulder of his friend.
Cross shrugs the hands of his shoulder. Both men are sitting at the kitchen counter of Black humble abode. Cross is not much interested in conversation.
"I ain't relaxin' Q. I'm going to kill him. Snap his fucking neck, right there in the middle of the ring."
"Dude. Why you so worked up over this clown?"
"Because he is a clown. I'm going to tear through him . Then I'm going straight after Wolf and Smitty and I'm going to tear through them. Jerry was right. I just got to kill people."
"You can't kill people, bro. You'll go to the chair."
"Q, Florida - it's lethal injection. That's exactly what's going to happen."
Tristan Cross shrugs off of his friend and walks away. Angry. Very angry.
APW Banner
Special APW OMEGA Banner.
Spartan stands in front of the banner in casual workout clothes. Black singlet, black shorts, black joggers. It's a pretty standard look for him.
"You know what. When I come into this place. I came ready to fight. Ready to take on all comers. Ready to do the honourable thing. Ready to throw down fists and shake hands after the fight like I was good man. And to be honest I would say I still think like that for the most part. Stand up Throw down. Walk away. That's the good fight. I have fought Dean Wolf. I have battled him until I had nothing left. I have brawled with Zombie McMorris. I have tolerated the petulant little shit Allen Anderson. I don't know how many times I have stood and stared at Jaice Wilds. Every single time I have felt I fought the good fight, done everything that had to be done or could be done to walk away with a victory. Hell, even at HorrorKore against Steven Osbourne, I threw it all at him the right way. He beat me, but that's because I wasn't good enough on that night. Every single of them names is flawed, horrible, foolish and in one case a downright homicidal human being. But in every and every case I felt I had to fight the good fight."
"But you..."
"You... Ghost."
"I don't feel that need."
"I don't feel to do the right thing. To leave it all between the ropes."
"Something about you says I need to spill your blood."
"Something about you says I need to break your bones."
"Something about you says I should dig a shallow grave."
"Something about you says I should dump in that shallow grave."
"Something about you says I should cover you with sticks and stones."
"But FUCK that. I'm going to leave corpse for the coyotes and the scavengers to to devour."
"Because a coward like you doesn't deserve a burial, not even in a shallow grave."
"You deserve to have the coyotes rip at your decaying skin, you deserve the carrion to tears at your innards, you deserve to have your flesh rot in the under searing sun."
"That is what you deserve, Ghost."
"You reap what you sow, Voshon."
"Remember that."
Spartan walks forward.
"OMEGA is the end of the Greek Alphabet."
"And OMEGA will be end of you."
Spartan walks away.
