Post by skyedwardsthepredato on Feb 4, 2021 18:39:26 GMT -5
“If your actions don't live up to your words, you have nothing to say.” ― DaShanne Stokes
This quote burned into my mind like a branding iron burns into a hide. My father had uttered this quote several times whenever I would say I wanted to or was going to do something. I was taught that words without action are useless and just words, this is why I am a man of action. And this is also why when I am the Strong Style champion and soon to be tag team champion, I still feel so low.
As far as I know, I’m housing the location of a dead woman, and I’ve been roped into lending my services to a dark cult known as The Left Hand. I ask myself, “how am I going to get out of this, and what am I going to do?”.
Then another one of my father’s sayings popped into my mind, “the truth will set you free”. My words speak of a good and honest man, but my actions did nothing to confirm that. My actions have been of a weak man, cow tailing to the orders of The Left Hand. I cannot stand for this, and I can only imagine how disappointed in me my father must be.
I know what I have to do. I have to own up to my actions, I have to report The Predator… report myself to the authorities.
I rummage through a drawer of my computer desk and find the card that Detective Mendez had given me. With a heavy sigh and a heavy heart, I dial his number.
This is Detective Mendez. Who’s calling?
Yes, sir, this is Skylar Edwards. I spoke with you and detective Bohannan about a month ago.
Oh yes, I remember, the Veronica Peterson situation. How can I help you, Mr. Edwards? I hope you are calling to tell me you have heard from her.
No, I…
Oh, that is a shame, seems the trail has gone cold on our end. How can I help you, Mr. Edwards?
I think I know where her body.
The phone is silent for a moment. Mendez says nothing, and I dare not utter a word. After what seems like an eternity, but in reality, is just a minute or two, Mendez breaks the silence.
Are you at home?
Yes sir.
Stay there. I’ll be over within the hour to discuss this.
Yes, sir, I’ll be waiting here.
The line goes dead. I felt as if five hundred pounds was lifted off of my shoulders. Maybe once I lead them to Veronica, this demon inside of me will be exercised from my soul as well. A man can dream I suppose.
I sit down on the edge of my couch and try to relax as my leg bounces up and down nervously. I know this is going to be the longest hour wait of my life. I lean back on the couch and try to calm my nerves, then I feel it again, I feel him trying to claw his way out.
We have to run.
I sit up to the edge again.
We can set an ambush for the cops, go out in a blaze of glory.
I jump to my feet and shake my head. I cannot let him out, not now, not ever. It is time for Skylar Edwards to take control, and time for me to defeat the toughest opponent I’ve ever face… myself.
I shove him back down into his box and lock the door. It’s my time now, it is time for Sky Edwards to show that he is his own captain, that he is in control. It is time to focus on what comes next.
Chase, you’d be surprised how much you and I have in common. Aside from the glaring fact that we are both undefeated in our short Alpha Pro careers, we both have a moral compass that directs us, and we also carry mental monkeys on our backs. We fight a demon that lives inside us, and unfortunately for me, sometimes my demon comes out and does the fighting for me.
We are both warriors of the higher level. I have honed my skills through training in the best dojos, schools, and gyms around the world, while you are a battle-hardened warrior, sharpened like iron. And when we step into the ring together at Metal it will truly be an epic battle. February 8th may isn’t far into the new year, but it will be the date of what will definitely be a match of the year candidate.
I have a feeling that we are going to bring out the very best in one another and at the end of the match truly the best man will be left standing with his hand raised. Chase, I believe with everything inside of me, with every fiber of my being that man will be me. I respect you Chase, but that will not stop me from doing whatever I have to within the confines of our match to defeat you.
I respect your abilities and the fact that you served your country, but I will still drop you on your face and put you down. Just know that it will be me doing it, not The Predator. I am in control of myself, just as I am in control of this Strong Style championship. These are not just words, there will be action behind them, and that action is me kicking your chest in at Metal.
This match is going to be a war, not fought in the desert against a peasant with a forty-year-old AK-47, but a war against one of the greatest athletes walking the face of the Earth today. I’m focused and I’m determined. Focused on you, and defending this title to show I’m not just a flash in the pan who got a lucky win. And determined to defeat my demon and yours.
This quote burned into my mind like a branding iron burns into a hide. My father had uttered this quote several times whenever I would say I wanted to or was going to do something. I was taught that words without action are useless and just words, this is why I am a man of action. And this is also why when I am the Strong Style champion and soon to be tag team champion, I still feel so low.
As far as I know, I’m housing the location of a dead woman, and I’ve been roped into lending my services to a dark cult known as The Left Hand. I ask myself, “how am I going to get out of this, and what am I going to do?”.
Then another one of my father’s sayings popped into my mind, “the truth will set you free”. My words speak of a good and honest man, but my actions did nothing to confirm that. My actions have been of a weak man, cow tailing to the orders of The Left Hand. I cannot stand for this, and I can only imagine how disappointed in me my father must be.
I know what I have to do. I have to own up to my actions, I have to report The Predator… report myself to the authorities.
I rummage through a drawer of my computer desk and find the card that Detective Mendez had given me. With a heavy sigh and a heavy heart, I dial his number.
This is Detective Mendez. Who’s calling?
Yes, sir, this is Skylar Edwards. I spoke with you and detective Bohannan about a month ago.
Oh yes, I remember, the Veronica Peterson situation. How can I help you, Mr. Edwards? I hope you are calling to tell me you have heard from her.
No, I…
Oh, that is a shame, seems the trail has gone cold on our end. How can I help you, Mr. Edwards?
I think I know where her body.
The phone is silent for a moment. Mendez says nothing, and I dare not utter a word. After what seems like an eternity, but in reality, is just a minute or two, Mendez breaks the silence.
Are you at home?
Yes sir.
Stay there. I’ll be over within the hour to discuss this.
Yes, sir, I’ll be waiting here.
The line goes dead. I felt as if five hundred pounds was lifted off of my shoulders. Maybe once I lead them to Veronica, this demon inside of me will be exercised from my soul as well. A man can dream I suppose.
I sit down on the edge of my couch and try to relax as my leg bounces up and down nervously. I know this is going to be the longest hour wait of my life. I lean back on the couch and try to calm my nerves, then I feel it again, I feel him trying to claw his way out.
We have to run.
I sit up to the edge again.
We can set an ambush for the cops, go out in a blaze of glory.
I jump to my feet and shake my head. I cannot let him out, not now, not ever. It is time for Skylar Edwards to take control, and time for me to defeat the toughest opponent I’ve ever face… myself.
I shove him back down into his box and lock the door. It’s my time now, it is time for Sky Edwards to show that he is his own captain, that he is in control. It is time to focus on what comes next.
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Chase, you’d be surprised how much you and I have in common. Aside from the glaring fact that we are both undefeated in our short Alpha Pro careers, we both have a moral compass that directs us, and we also carry mental monkeys on our backs. We fight a demon that lives inside us, and unfortunately for me, sometimes my demon comes out and does the fighting for me.
We are both warriors of the higher level. I have honed my skills through training in the best dojos, schools, and gyms around the world, while you are a battle-hardened warrior, sharpened like iron. And when we step into the ring together at Metal it will truly be an epic battle. February 8th may isn’t far into the new year, but it will be the date of what will definitely be a match of the year candidate.
I have a feeling that we are going to bring out the very best in one another and at the end of the match truly the best man will be left standing with his hand raised. Chase, I believe with everything inside of me, with every fiber of my being that man will be me. I respect you Chase, but that will not stop me from doing whatever I have to within the confines of our match to defeat you.
I respect your abilities and the fact that you served your country, but I will still drop you on your face and put you down. Just know that it will be me doing it, not The Predator. I am in control of myself, just as I am in control of this Strong Style championship. These are not just words, there will be action behind them, and that action is me kicking your chest in at Metal.
This match is going to be a war, not fought in the desert against a peasant with a forty-year-old AK-47, but a war against one of the greatest athletes walking the face of the Earth today. I’m focused and I’m determined. Focused on you, and defending this title to show I’m not just a flash in the pan who got a lucky win. And determined to defeat my demon and yours.
