Post by Killgrave on Aug 4, 2013 20:00:46 GMT -5
Part One: They're Back
Sometimes even killers can find a haven. They find a small shred of something remarkable and it brings them a certain level of joy. For me, that is the young boy whom I adopted that sits in the next room. Since he has come into my life, he has given me a little bit of hope. He doesn’t try to change me into something that I'm not like everyone else tried to do. He accepts me for who I am, and stands by me every step of my career. He was even the one who gave me permission to sign my contract. Not only is he a diehard wrestling fan he encourages it.
As he snores away the splendid day we spent together, I think about returning to the bottle as I sit there in a stinky rippped black muscle shirt and a pair of sweat stained white gym shorts, but I know not to. Instead I throw on a pair of gym pants and a nicer much better smelling shirt, suddenly I hear a knock at the door. I walk across my newly refurnished apartment where cans of blue paint lie on the floor, my light brown colored boxer dog, in his bed all snuggled. When I open the door, there is nobody there, just and envelope in front of my door and a cold breeze of air rattling my bones, they're here. I quickly scoop up the envelope, slam the door shut and lock it. The young boy walks towards be in flanel striped pajamas, a blue Under Armour sweater, bare feet and sleepy eyes.
”Who was it?” he asks, yawning nervously as he looks at me. He takes the envelope from me and walks towards the leather couch, I follow.
”It was them. But they left before I got there. They left this.” I scratch my head as he looks over at me, he shivers.
”They're back?” He asks, biting his lip.
”Yes, it would seem that way.” I sit down and tear open the envelope, pulling out the paperwork.
”Wait, do you think they're coming back?” He watches as I open the envelope.
”It’s a contract from Canadian X Pro. Looks like they're not the ones who delivered this, but are back and watching my every move.” I continue to scout through the papers as the young boy gets up and walks to the cupboard, pulling out a glass and then resorts to the refridgerator where he pours himself a glass.
”Would you like some?.” He has a worried look on his face but tries to ignore it and I nod, he turns around and grabs another glass.
”Why do you think they're watching, do they think they have you figured out?” he asks, raising hsi eyebrows as I look at the white liquid in his hands that I am currently craving, nothing beats a cold glass of milk.
”Because you’re going to be the best in Canadian X Pro.” He says nonchalantly, nodding his head as he sets the glasses of milk down and pulls up a chair. ”Why would they bother entering your life again when they know it is all over?”
I scratch my beard and grab the glass of milk, then smile. ”You’re right. The injuries they gave me are better than they have been in months. I’ve spent most of this year waiting to return. If it wasn’t for those fucking assholes, I would still be the Canadian National Wrestling Alliancce Champion.” I grab a pen from the table and set my milk down, grab the contract and sign my name at the bottom.
”And you know what the best part is?” he says, leaning on the table so he is comfortable.
”What’s that?” I ask, lying the pen down.
”I’ll be watching every match, and I’ll have faith in you, and so will Woody.” he then nods towards the 2x4 lying against the
television, which is still stained with the blood THEY lost to me. ”I fucking dare anybody to try and come after you with
another attack. You get in the ring and kill whatever man steps in your way , and we'll make sure you rise to the top.”
”I will never betray you.” I say as I hold his head, and then give him a highfive.
Part Two: Blood Thirsty
The wrestling scene has a different feel to it this time around. Instead of grueling battles, you just get booked against random pukes trying to prove themselves . It doesn't matter what happens between you and another person. If I don't take on whoever I get booked against, I may as well call it quits. If I let some pathetic loser beat me, I failed. This style is actually better for a man like me. Week after week I will face another rookie, another young kid to make dinner out of. This time will be different. This time I will be fucking unstoppable. Each match I wrestle, my opponent will get a new version of Killgrave, the
kind that little kids thing is in their closet, the kind nightmares are made for, the reason they have prisons, the monster.As I look through the names of those who are on the roster, I see no familiar faces. I see names that I do not respect. I see
the name that I like. I see names that I can't stand. I see names that I would chuck down the stairs and fuck up in a back
alley. When you combine them all together, you have most of the biggest washed up wrestlers in the e-wrestling scene.But then you see one name that sticks out, the man of 65 wins, Killgrave. We are all here for one reason and one reason only; we are here to end the champions reign. However, if there is not a champion, we must create history and become that champion.
Before I get to that point though, I will have to destroy some very self-centered and ignorant people. I will not get my shot at the Championship until I prove I am the best. I’ve had a very long time to prepare for this oppurtunity. For now I will worry about those men and women that stand in the way of the championship reign that I, Logan Carter will soon hold on to.
When I saw that Canadian X Pro was opening, I had to take notice. The endless tweets and advertising of this federation just pulled me in. I knew that the fact the federation is based out of my home country had to give me the upper hand. I was paying close attention at the time to new federations that needed a fresh veteran, to have.They needed someone worth their time. Someone who has been at the top and beaten and battered all at the same tme. When that oppurtunity knocked I knew I had to take advantage of it. I knew my hope of breezing through the wrestling scene had just begun.
The last time I wrestled in the squared circle, I was defeated. I’m sure that the reason for that is that it wasn't a fair game, a hadicap match to be exact. However, I plan to use that against my opponents. Not one of the men on the Canadian X Pro roster knows anything about me. I have learned not to judge a man by the way he acts, and if they have earned that, well it will work against them. Watching their expectations be wrong and end up the victim of a Gravebuster will be glorious. It will be worth the price of admission. I’ll make sure of that.
None of them have seen me at my best. They've never faced me in the ring, and they've never faced me in my country. Each time I become a member of a promotuion, I make sure there is atleast one unfamiliar face. However none of them are, which means they don't know something, they don't know . I am a monster. I will teach them. The things I have done, the lives I have ruined, the people I have laid out with the Gravebuster, all have something in common. They were all common men. To survive in a business such as professional wrestling, you need to be uncommon. It is time for a new nightmare to surface within the walls of Canadian X Pro. It is time for people to see what a real monster looks like. Many people I know think what happened to me was ruthless, but you haven't seen what I could've done but was unable to do. But I will show you very soon. I will show you in Halifax. I will beat the teeth out of Brett Starr's mouth and deliver them as presents.
This time I have no limits. There is no reason to hold back. No reason to try and save something in the tank for the following week. I’ll have plenty of time to rest, plenty of time to prepare, and plenty of time to teach everyone on the roster that I will not ease nor give up. After I am finished with Brett Starr, the whole world will be reminded . Reminded of how sick of a man I am. I won’t be coming alone. All these forces in professional wrestling are always unprotected and that is what causes defeat. If anyone makes the mistake of trying to catch me off guard, whether you are doing it because you hate me or you can't stand the fact I am the best, my wooden friend over there will catch you upside thehead with a nasty hook and create a new drink made of blood. Trust me, it's been a long time since he's drank.
Brett Starr, I want everything you’ve got. I want you to risk your fucking career to beat me. I want you to be a man and get up from whatever I knock you down with, I want tou to survive the GraveBuster so I can lay you out with it repeatedly. I want you to forget the pain I cause and keep going. I want you to black out and think about all your happy places until you wake up only to be met by your nightmare. I’ll always remember your sweet little face after you're killed . I expect a rookie versus veteran fight from you. I don’t want the crowd calling you a chump after I destroy you. I don’t want you to be mocked for the way you wrestled at the first Canadian X Pro event. I want you to be remembered as the man that stepped into the ring against Killgrave and kept fighting back after you were tore apart. Not only do I want to beat you, I want to beat you so badly that you won’t even dare to walk across the hallway to greet me. I want to beat you so bad that every single week when I see you backstage, you will just hang your head and walk away. However, I also want you to know that at the first CPX show, you gave it everything you had. You have a date with The Killer and I want you to be scared. Tick tock. It’s time for your dreams as a professional wrestler to quickly end. You will be a one match wonder. I'm going to beat the skin off your face and replace it with a mask, the mask of the unknown.
I’m going to beat the living hell out of you. It’s time for the killer to finally betray someone.
