Post by Clyde Newton on Jul 25, 2024 0:44:55 GMT -5
The same television you admired growing up is the same television that HAUNTS you still to this day.
Welcome to the NEWTON Penitentiary; it's not a luxurious mansion. It was built to last as the concrete cascaded the entirety of the structure. For added security, a fence was wrapped around the perimeter and aligned with razor sharp wire. Inside this structure was a safe haven, a place he could call HOME.
Take a leisurely STROLL down the hallways and listen to the whispers the walls speak. They speak with a dire CONVICTION and decide the FATE of many individuals. For many years before the foundation was purchased, EVIL people were held imprisoned for a lengthy period of time.
As they laid in their respective cells on the concrete slab, they called it a bed. The world outside continued to move forward without them as they slowly ROTTED away. Life can be a CRUEL bitch when you scream for H3LP but nobody listens. As the prisoners lay emotionless inside those exact cells, the guards would torture them.
Standing outside, gazing at the storm that was currently rolling in. The lightning spanned across the entire night sky, followed by pounding thunder. Walking over to a ledge made out of rock, he took a seat.
A few moments passed by.
The horrid sounds of a flock of crows caught his attention by surprise. Ever since he saw that movie by Alfred Hitchcock, he never trusted the little bastards again. Putting his head down, he started to talk with a soft yet raspy voice.
Let us talk about the little boy in front of the television. You see, that kid once had HOPE and DREAMS that one day he would be successful and wealthy. That kid was bullied in school for being DIFFERENT and was ridiculed by his classmates. Every single day, he woke up SICK to his stomach, praying he could stay home. Most days, he would wake up wishing he no longer EXISTED in this life. It wasn't about wanting to be unalive, it was just about avoiding the SUFFERING.
ALL I ASKED WAS TO BE LEFT ALONE.
They just had to continue to eat away at my nerves until I could no longer TAKE it. That morning, I went to school. I had enough of it and wasn't going to allow them to push me around anymore. The day had started normally until midway through, when lunchtime approached. I stood in line like any other day as the other kids around me acted out. I grabbed my tray of food and sat down at the lunch table by myself, just the way I liked it.
SO FAR, EVERYTHING WAS FINE.
It wasn't until my usual bully approached the table yet again. He had a stupid haircut, a stupid smirk, and dressed like a complete douche. I knew in the bowels of my stomach something was about to happen, but I swear I blacked out and don't remember much.
I REMEMBER THE SCREAMS.
When I finally came to grips with myself, I remember seeing the metal fork dangling from his forearm. The blood had been dripping on the table, with a small amount landing on my tray of food. I knew what I had done, and even though he deserved it, I knew I would face CONSEQUENCES for my actions.
Jumping down from the perched ledge, most of the storm had passed by now. The flock of crows had flown off into the distance. After a few steps, you could hear the sound of a rusted metal gate as he slowly opened it. He slowly walked up the concrete path back towards the front doors of what he calls his home. With his back against the front door, he took a seat and continued to tell his side of the story.
This would be the first time I had gotten into trouble at school. Over the years, many people have asked me if I ever regretted my decision. I am under the impression that everything we do is done with a PURPOSE. Every choice we make, right or wrong, shapes us into who we are today. For six long months, I allowed my bully to pick on me. For six long months, I've bottled up my anger and response.
YET I AM THE ASSHOLE.
Snapping his head around, he took another look at his house as he paused briefly. Taking a deep breath before continuing.
Most people by now would assume, like my allies, The Fortunate Ones, I would live in a mansion. Most people would be quick to assume that I lived peacefully on my own private estate, but really, that's just not my cup of tea. I am what most would consider the market demographic for a unique sale. True facts: the guy who sold me this home was even scared to talk to me. He just couldn't seem to wrap his head around why anyone would want to purchase such property.
He made his way up from his sitting position to his feet. Grabbing the front door handle, he swung it open and proceeded to walk forward. The floorboards beneath the weight of his footsteps creaked as he walked. Standing at the front entrance, the questionable artwork aligned each side of the walls. The artwork in question ranged from evil clowns, skulls and a series of black spiders. As he continued down the hallway, he had pedestals, each spaced out equivalent to the next. On each pedestal was a different type of taxidermy animal. His collection ranged from the smallest to the largest. The smallest animal in the collection is a black rat, and the largest is a bear standing on the end. Making his way down a little further, he entered the main lobby of the facility. This penitentiary was still a fully functioning facility, all though It has been empty for years.
He shuffled himself into a very small, confined booth surrounded by bulletproof glass. This was the main control center, which controlled everything from the doors, lights, and even the individual locks of the numbered cells on the pod. Reaching down with his right hand, he pushed a button as the door slid open. Walking through the door, he found himself standing dead in the middle of the pod, surrounded by cells. As we inspected the scenery, it was a makeshift living room complete with a dusty old couch, an old-school television, and a small bar fridge. Taking a seat on the sofa, he continued his story.
I never had the experience to enjoy the finer quality of life. I struggled day in and day out to make ends meet as each day a new bill collector was ringing my phone. Myself and Joe live vastly different lifestyles, but that's what separates us. No matter how poor or rich, we have had each other's backs, no matter the situation.
IT'S A STRONG BROTHERHOOD.
Ever since the beginning, all everyone wanted was a peek into his life. What car he drove, what fines he paid, and even his wedding were in the public's eyes. Nobody gave a SHIT where I lived or even dared to ask the question.
He kicked over the numerous objects cluttering the coffee table in front of the sofa. Drinking glasses, television remotes, and even a plate or two crashed to the floor.
THIS IS WHEN THE PURE SILENCE OCCURED.
Getting up from his sofa in an act of anger, he walked away. Walking down a thin, dark hallway, he was no longer visible.
THE MASK IS NOT TO HIDE MY COMPLEXION.
The purpose of the mask is to simply prove a point. For you, CJ Phoenix, you will see a darker and more arrogant side of Clyde you never knew to exist.
YOU WANTED RUTHLESS TO THE CORE
A DEMAND FOR MORE FUCKING GORE.
WHEN IT RAINS, IT POURS.
I am stepping on toes like my name is Fred Flintstone, driving around in his car. Bitch, I don't care; I'll pull up and snatch all the drinks from the bar. Leave at the end of the night looking for a street fight. Fucking with me, CJ The only words you'll hear are night, night, so what's your fucking life like? I heard stupid bitches like you would do anything for a Klondike.
I AM CONFLICTED.
The right side of my brain wants to feel sympathetic to your loss against Cholo. The other side of my brain wants to beat the hell out of you. It's almost as conflicting as the people who change their Facebook status to IT'S COMPLICATED.
You could see him shuffling around the area for a little before taking off his mask. His eyebrows were raised as he smirked defiantly.
This is the exact reason I have a bone to pick with the way this program operates. Guys like you keep getting handed opportunity after opportunity and can't seem to make the best of it.
BEFORE YOU SAY ANYTHING,
I know whispers are travelling around my back about how I walked away and left my title vacant. I can understand that chatter, but what really pisses me off is it's the same people ducking and dodging.
I SEE YOUR BITCH ASS MAXWELL.
You can keep on running to management whining and bitching about my past and if I deserve anything. We both know you are just covering yourself because I would snatch up your championship without a blink of an eye.
NOW YOU ARE THE REASON.
Now CJ Phoenix has to deal with me being pissed off because you ran your mouth. I told myself I wasn't going to let you get to me, but I lied.
SO GO AHEAD
Give that title shot to someone who you know how to beat pussy.
Taking a deep breath and letting a massive exhale. His eyes are growing wider due to the amount of hostility he's producing.
I am not here to focus on you right now; I'm going to put that on the side burner. So CJ Phoenix, a man who entered the company with great expectations but has managed to live up to none of them, so let's go ahead and rumble in the jungle and see who survives the night.
The security camera in the control center of NEWTON penitentiary shifted and scrambled endlessly. The alarm sounded as the right light flashed, and the siren sound was ear-shattering. At first, you would suspect an intruder was trespassing, but you would be wrong.
With the cell door opened wide and his head straight forward, Clyde sat alone. Staring at the four walls of the exact cell that once confined him in his younger early age.
I made a lot of mistakes in my younger days, and whether they were right or wrong, I paid for those mistakes.
Standing up from his seat on the cold concrete slab that was once endured by the mattress. Walking over to the concrete wall opposite side of where the bed was, he finger-traced the initials that were still carved into the concrete. The letters C and N are in a large capital formation. Taking a deep breath, the memories alone of his past were enough to take a step back and remember.
When I was younger, I thought crime was the way to make money fast. I didn't think about the consequences that came with it. I eventually learned my lesson and replaced the crime lifestyle with wrestling.
But….
Just like when I was younger and I entered this profession, I thought I had all the answers. I started to think that I had all this shit figured out and that I couldn't be taught anything else. As I have reflected over the last couple of months, I have come to see that I wasn't giving this business my everything. I lacked a considerable amount of drive and motivation. I was giving this industry a half-assed attempt and expecting to be rewarded for it.
I know now it doesn't work that way.
What you earn and how you hold yourself are only a mere reflection of what you are willing to put into this.
I have taken the oath.
The time of excuses and not taking my career seriously is considered over. This match with CJ is just exactly what I needed to reintroduce myself to this world we exist in. So moving forward, I want everyone to know what to expect. I want everyone to know I WILL go through hell and back to prove I am one of the best the company has to offer. I am no longer focused on the PAST but motivated by the FUTURE.
I know that you CJ are looking for the same redemption story and getting back on track. It's very UNFORTUNATE that some have to lose for others to succeed, and you just happen to be the first of many to be standing in the way.
Leaving the carving on the wall and walking at a slow pace out of the cell, he was back in the makeshift living room. Reaching out, he opened the small mini fridge that was boosted up by an old black milk crate. Swinging the door open to a half-empty fridge, he grabbed himself a half-drunk bottle of water. Turning the cap off, he tipped the bottle upside down and gulped down the rest of the bottle. Afterwards, he crunched the bottle in his hands and aggressively threw it down the darkness of a hallway.
There isn't much left to say now about CJ about our match. I think I've covered just about most of it. I sat at home the last three months waiting for this moment, and I am not going to let you soil my official solo return. Do you understand me? In fact, I am already looking past you to Summer Madness. I have no clue what the powers to be have lined up for me, but I do know it will be interesting.
I'M FUCKING READY.
He shouted out at the top of his lungs.
Lucky for management, they already know exactly who I am asking for.