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Rungs & Turmoil; ...continued
Topic Started: Oct 1 2008, 02:49 PM (110 Views)
R. McNeil
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....darkness and light
I pulled up to my old apartment, killing the engine and popping a piece of nicotine gum in to my mouth. I had quit cigarettes days ago, resorting to the gum was the next step. I blamed my latest blunders on my lack of conditioning. It was amusing, because I noticed I never took the blame for anything. It was always someone or something else's fault. Oh well, I had lived my life that way, why change it now. I was never to blame, and it's how I kept myself from dropping deeper in to a depression.

"Shit." I said as I sat in the car, my stomach tightening in to a giant knot. I had never felt a fear so strong. I had no idea what I was about to walk in and see. I only hoped Toya and our son would be fine.

I got out of the car, and quietly shut the door. I didn't want my presence to be known, but I had the sneaking suspicion that I was already expected. This felt like a trap, but I went against my better judgment. I had to do this. I had failed in HWA, and in CZW. I couldn't fail here.

I walked to the front door, as the porch steps creaked beneath me. "f**king awesome." I muttered as I made it to the door. It was already slightly open, as if someone had just left. Perfect I thought. Get in and get out.

I knew this house by heart. It was empty, besides the remaining furniture which had been covered by plastic. Looked almost like a murder site. I walked through the kitchen, and reached the living room. I looked around, seeing no signs of life here. I quietly moved to the back rooms of the apartment, and remembered that there was a basement. A large one at that. A perfect spot to keep a captured woman for ransom. I opened the door, and my stomach floated in to my throat. The silence was overwhelming. Almost like a drama, before the final stand-off between the good and bad.

I didn't know what side I stood on. It was a toss up. I slowly walked down the stairs, the gun being held against me by the waist of my jeans seemed to burn with energy. It was amazing the power I felt with it attached to me, yet the fear was still present. It loomed over me like a storm cloud.

I continued down the last set of stairs, anticipation building up to where I felt as if I would explode. Before I stepped in to the darkness, I took a long, deep breath. This was the moment I hadn't been looking forward to. A woman sat bound to a chair, her silhouette visible through the darkness. It was Toya.

What sat in front of me was either death or life. I had been praying for life.

"Toya?" I whispered. No response. Not even a movement. My greatest fears were built up inside me. I was petrified for what was about to happen. "Toya?" I said again, this time a little louder.

Upon hearing Ronnie's voice my head jerked up and I began to make semi-shrieking sounds however they came out muffled because my mouth was taped shut. I began to move my body as much as possible to get his attention to let him know it was me. The chair shook and made noise and the wooden floor which was decaying every single day. I tried to wear through the rope that bound my wrists but all that did was give me severe rope burns around them. My flesh under the rope was caked with dried blood and now fresh blood which was caused by the reopening of the wounds. I let out a painful shriek as tears of frustration coursed down my cheeks.

"Mmmmmphhhhhhh" Was all I could manage seeing as how the tape was still around my mouth.

My stomach dropped, and I realized Toya was fine. I searched for a light, until I found the string dangling from the ceiling. I pulled on it, and the light nearly blinded me at first. The pain was tiny compared to what I could've seen.

I rushed over to Toya and slowly pulled the tape from her mouth. My eyes welled up with tears. I finally felt human. "I'm sorry Toya. I'm going to get you out of here.". I managed to get out through tears. I hugged her tightly before beginning to unfasten the ropes binding her to the chair. Her wrists were raw, and bleeding. The asshole had actually made Toya bleed. Right then, I knew I was going to kill someone. f**k the gun, I would use bare hands.

I untied her wrists, as I made her way to her ankles. I feared for our child. I had to get her to a hospital as soon as possible.

I looked at Ronnie and finally broke down and sobbed. I kept my arms wrapped around his neck tightly and buried my face into his shoulder. My tears fell onto his shirt, dampening it. I wanted to speak but I couldn't find the right words. I just wanted to get out of there and back home with Ronnie.

Finally after calming myself down a bit I was able to look him in the eyes. I sniffled a bit and exhaled a deep sigh.


"You found me…I didn't think you cared Ron. I really didn't." That was all I could say as I felt my legs sort of give out in exhaustion.

To be honest, I didn't think I cared either. But, for once, the voice in the back of my head actually had helped me. I was actually doing something for someone I cared about, instead of myself. It felt amazing. Until I heard the loud bang, and the nauseating pain in my back. The last thing I saw before I fell face forward to the floor was Toya's beautiful brown eyes. So beautiful. I was happy it was the last thing I saw before everything went black.

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I watched as the lights above me moved at the speed of light. Almost as if the sun was moving around the earth, faster than ever before. Somehow, I managed to look around and view my surroundings. Doctors, nurses, medical machinery. It didn't take a rocket scientist to tell where I was.

"What the f**k am I doing here!?!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Not even a murmur came from my mouth.

"They can't hear you." a voice said from behind me. I whirled around, and standing behind me, was no one. I whirled back around the other way, looking for whoever the voice had come from, but it was no luck. I was all alone. My body was laid on the gurney, silent and motionless. Was I a cadaver? No. I wouldn't go that easy. HELL NO!

My mind raced as I continued to walk beside my body. "His breathing is becoming shallow." I heard one doctor say. There was no way I was going like this. It was going to take a fight.

"We need to get him to the ICU! On the double!" Another doctor shouted. What didn't they understand. I was standing next to them. I was alive and well. I was RONNIE MCNEIL!

The began running with my stretcher, a race against time to save my life. It all seemed like I was in some sort of bad movie. Shit like this never happened in real life. I had tried to do a good thing. I was shot in the back for it, and on my way to dying. f**k my luck. I'd make my own.

I leaned down in to my ear, and began to scream until I was hoarse. "God damnit, you're not dying here!! f**k no! There is far too much that needs to be done! YOU NEED TO LIVE!!"

I looked down at my own face, as lifeless as could be. My eyes laying wide open, waiting for death to pull me from this misery. I would soon see what Hell looked like. I couldn't wait.

But this is when I saw my first miracle. I watched as my lips slowly began to part, my nostrils opening for air. I watched in amazement as I came back to life. All the trouble, and all of the hate I had caused, and still I was giving a second chance. I wasn't willing to miss out this time.

I slowly began to feel overwhelmed with exhaustion. My eyelids slowly grew heavier and heavier as I took two last breaths. "Pinch me", I thought, "This nightmare is awful." I then lost all consciousness, the sheer exhaustion cutting my thoughts off.

This is where it ended.

This is where it begins.

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I look at things a bit differently then most would. Alot of folks would see this chance as a way to get a Championship here in the CZW. While it is, I don't want the TV Title again. I crave the World Title. They say rookies have to earn a spot, and win the lower end titles before they can climb to bigger championships. f**k that. That is what I say, and if you don't like it...deal with it. I didn't come here to play child's games and chase after lower card titles. Each of your names...just rolls off your tongue. It flows. However a name doesn't mean anything unless there is some power behind it. Fellas, I do plan on beating you. I do plan on turning more heads in the CZW. I haven't come back all this way now just to be a one hit wonder. I have said and done too much to slow myself down now. Fellas, as far as I look at it, after I beat you and earn the right to face Jesse again and take what I want from him, you can have this belt. You can face each other for this belt. This belt that I made famous.

You see, even after I dominated the world at WarZone people still want to place bets against me. They may not like the way I cut a promo. They may not like the way I talk or the way I walk. CZW doesn't seem to like me at all, and that's totally fine with me. So what is in it for Matt, Rob, and Eric? The chance to shut me up. The chance to end my talking. The chance to beat me. Come on fellas, it's you chance to show CZW that this company is the real deal and that I am full of crap. This is the chance of a life time. Make guys like Alan, Jesse, Derek, Cage, and XTC happy. Make CZW proud and beat Ronnie McNeil. End his short spurt as a loud mouth. Shut Ronnie McNeil up. Make him go away. Run him out of the CZW.

Now when you think about that, tell me something. How many times do you think I have had to deal with that over the years? Alot. Shut Ronnie McNeil up. Twelve years. Stop McNeil. YOU CAN'T STOP MCNEIL. You can delay him. You can slow him just a hair but you can't stop me. Fellas, beating me would be something. Defeating me would slow me down but I would get right back up and take on the next person that was put into my path. Nothing is going to stop me from winning the CZW World Heavyweight Championship. I told you, very soon I will have Jesse Montana and I will make him bleed. I have a one track mind, and anyone that gets in my way will have to pay for it. Don't think for one second that I am looking past the three of you. No-no. I know you are very much standing in front of me. That is all fine and good. I welcome that. I welcome another chance at destroying another trio of CZW wrestlers.

I love it. I embrace it. Being ignored. Being looked over. It has brought me splashing back into the mainstream of CZW and no one has seen it coming. Fellas, you have no choice but to look at me. You have no choice but to pay attention to me. You have to understand that when you step foot in that ring at WarZone, you will be looking at Ronnie McNeil, and I will be very much real standing across the ring from you. I will be living and breathing and I won't go away. If you ignore me, and pay me no mind then that will be the single biggest mistake of your life.

If you think of me not as a threat then you need to rethink. Nathan I am the type of guy that will break you until every part of you is...well broken. I don't mind sending you to the ER, and if you think I am full of crap, ask Matt Stylez. Ask Mr. Anarchist. Look me in the eyes and tell me to my face that I won't send you out on a stretcher. You can't because you know in your heart I can and I will, because I have done before. So that being said I know won't have to worry about you not forgetting who you are facing.

Now, maybe you can at least answer me this. Why, after the first few weeks of just coming back to have fun, have people hated me? Why have I been ignored. Please fellas, at least tell me that. Tell me why the CZW hates me so much. However you don't have to. I just thought I'd get a good laugh out of it. After WarZone I will have your respect fellas. I am going to beat you. I am going to have my TV Championship, and then I will be that much closer to the CZW World Championship. Laugh if you want. Call me crazy. Tell me there is no chance in HELL. Please, because no matter how much you pray and pray and hope and hope...I will be standing before you the CZW Champion.

VERY...VERY...soon...

...Another Hero Dies...

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