| All Dogs Go to Heaven; IKT 01 - Vs. Mason Daniels | |
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| Kaiser | Dec 30 2016, 06:40 PM Post #1 |
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![]() “There’s a wild dog running around in Phoenix Wrestling. His name is Mason Daniels. Since he has come back, he has been on a rampage, trying to capture the true essence of insanity. He has swung for the fences with that bat of his, not caring for those he harms. As he wishes to become the Mad King, I wish to stop him from doing so. Not only due to my own desire to advance forward, but to save him.” “Mason Daniels reminds me vividly of the men and women who go to war, but return as savage monsters. People condemn, labeling them as maniacs and never caring for them. Yet, to me, they are tragedies. They deserve the same attention that anyone else needs. Mason Daniels is a man who loves war. He enjoys every moment of it. He enjoys the bloodshed and the violence.” “Most of all, he enjoys the adoration and the fortune that follows it.” “The power of insanity is strong, I would know. Yet, it always finds its way into ripping the person apart. They are no longer themselves by the end of it. Mason Daniels, you are showing the clear signs of decay. Is there a reason you have decided to harness a power you know little of? Is it because of a fear that most would have? Is it your fear of falling by the wayside?” “Time is the enemy of any person. As it advances, it saps away everything from within a man. It first takes your ability to perform at your best. It then takes away your mind, leaving you riddled with vacancies in the mind. Finally, it takes away all the things you took for granted. Your family, your ability to walk, and then finally, your ability to breathe. For us, wrestlers, we dread the notion of time. For you, Mason, you have fought against time on a grander scale. And you realize that it was a futile effort.” “Early on, you had all the tools necessary to become a World Champion. However, everyone bore witness to your inability to do so. You were always good enough. The audience believed in your prowess. They rallied behind you. You made one fatal mistake and then that was it. We both know the moment when we realize our own error. We both know the pain of taking on the consequences of said mistakes. Finally, wrestlers know the frustration of not being good enough that one night.” “For you, this must hurt worse. I have never fought for a World Championship. I never officially lost a championship match. As some may note, I am a prodigy of sorts. I do not care to acknowledge that, but it is something that command respect. I am successful, and I cherish the fact that I am able to compete on a higher echelon than many have tried and failed.” “Yet, you, Mason, you have competed in the one dimension I have not. You have fought on the grand stage for the iconic prize that fledglings like myself wish to ascertain. You have done it multiple times, but came up short. The weight of that must threaten to break your shoulders and your foundation, one may think. The person who found that thought soon saw the answer. You proved that thought right, Mason Daniels. The weight of your failures destroyed your foundation and fragmented your mind.” “You called on the power of insanity and hatred to try to make you stronger. It did. Here in Phoenix Wrestling, you did many things that would not be possible. You defeated two of the biggest names here. You defeated Masaru Inoue. You brought a fear in the heart of a mind who thrives on it. That is no small feat. You harnessed all your rage and turned on your friend, Rowyn Starr.” “You infected a valiant man with the same hatred that you felt. It became to the point when he was ready to pull the trigger. For all the trials and tribulations that you put him through, you showed what a man with nothing to lose could do. For that, you deserve a shred of respect. You have proven yourself a warrior, Mason. You are a soldier that fell in love with war and with the strength that it gave you.” “But you can never escape the weight of failure.” “As you came back to Phoenix Wrestling, a man unhinged and dangerous, you found yourself a victim of Phoenix Wrestling’s unrivaled queen, Aurora. Watching the leadup to that and your match with her, I realized the drawback of everything you have done.” “Despite what you may say or feel, Mason Daniels, you are another victim of time. You found your hourglass and you realize that you cannot reset anything. Thus, you need to make yourself famous. That is why you have come to compete in Iron King. And that is why you stand before me, Sophie El. You want another chance to take the one key to your immortality.” “To help you on your journey to define yourself and to save you, I must put you down like the sick dog you are. When we face each other, you believe that I am entering your element. You have every weapon at your disposal to try to batter me down. If you have that thought walking in, you will surely lose. For as many as you have before you, I have more. For all the might that you have garnered from leeching off your undying hatred, I have the same.” “I have conquered hatred. I have quelled insanity. My family defines anger. Beyond that, I come with several other tools that you know nothing of and some that you lost. I have the love of my family and the audience. I have the youth that you no longer bear. I have the mind that have studied ten times over.” “Most importantly, I have the hope that my victory over you will wake you up from this inane world you have made up for yourself.” “Now, it would be a silly notion to say that I am here to save you. I hardly know you, Mason. I am here to win just like you are, but I take your redemption as a bonus,” Sophie giggled. “I decided to come to Iron King, due to the allure of the competition and the glory that follows victory. To sit upon the throne as the Iron Queen is my goal and to face Aurora Jansen is my crowning desire. I must make my way through the War Hound to start my path there, but for once, I know how powerful my cause is. Winning in a tournament full of competent competitors will only lead to greater success. As a newly crowned champion, I seek out more championships for my collection.” “Defeating Aurora, one of the best wrestlers in the world, for the Phoenix Wrestling Rebirth Championship after making my way through a powerful roster of competitors? Does that not sound like a vivid image?” “Mason Daniels, please have this dance with me. Let me show you the beauty of self-realization. Let me lead you into a bright future.” “It won’t hurt…” Sophie then gave the camera a wry smile. “Much.” OFF-CAMERA "You always hurt the ones you love the most." My sister, Artemis, would never believe in such a thing. She thinks that everyone receives pain, depending on what they have done. For me, I believe the worst pains I have dealt out were always to people that I cared for the most. I think I am cursed sometimes. I think I did something in a previous life that forced a penance upon me. Her philosophy is something derived from my father’s way of life. Father’s philosophy is that everyone is your enemy, but there are some worse than others. The worst enemies are the ones who do not deserve to stand before you. Artemis believes that as well. She took that mentality and amplified it to the highest degrees. Anyone who stands in her way of success is worthy of her anger. Everyone knows that her anger knows no bounds. I used to watch weekly as she batters everyone to bloody pulps. She does this while blood pours from wounds on her own face. This is when she is at her happiest. The smile on her face signified her reaching nirvana. When someone that she feels enmity towards is contorting in pain, it brings a smile to her face like nothing else. Even when I reached that level of anger, which I have recently, I never felt the need to grin while doing it. I hate hurting people. Well. I hate hurting people more than I must already. I even flinch at the sight of blood sometimes. Artemis calls me a pansy. My philosophy is opposite of her own. Everyone can be your friend. No one is born into this world to be evil. The world makes them so. That does not condone their actions by any means. It is just that the world shapes everyone into something. Sometimes, the result is beautiful. Other times, the product is ghastly. No one can predict that. The importance of our philosophies is how they affect our everyday lives. Moreover, how they hurt us both. However, I hear the quote every time I look at Anastasia Starling. As I laid in bed, stroking her hair, the recent memories of our wedding came into mind. I saw so many people that came to support us. I remember realizing how many people I have gotten to know, due to her. My mentor and mother-in-law, Magdalena Lasiewicz, Jackie Fowler, Holly Krenshaw, and people that gravitated towards Anastasia’s brimming personality. She was an angel. And I almost lost her. I made stupid decisions that have led to backlash and the potential end of our relationship. I have hurt this girl plenty of times, but she has forgiven me each time. She has asked for my forgiveness on things she has done. I never considered it too often, not caring about what she has done. I found it hypocritical to analyze and judge what Anastasia has done. She is still a sweetheart that I am lucky to have. Yet, as she laid against my chest, finally allowing herself a true rest, I started to think. Anastasia Starling has done some things that many people would hate her for. She made a mess out of a monster without much remorse. She brought pain and suffering to both her mother and her stepfather with an anger that I have never seen. It all leaves her when she is here. She cries about her actions, labeling herself a monster. I tell her that it is okay, because frankly, who am I to judge a monster? I, the woman who almost crushed the heart of a sweet angel, judge someone for being a monster? I, the woman who made a campaign to fracture the livelihood of a loving father and husband for what I believed was justice? I, the woman who viciously attacked her mentor’s friend and smiled about the implosion of their trusting relationship? If Anastasia Starling, a victim, a target, called herself a monster for what many call simple retaliation, then what am I? We, the Kaisers, are known for our nigh-demonic influences. Artemis, alone, has brought the end of six different careers. Furthermore, one of those careers did not end just to injury. Artemis’s unstoppable anger brought the death of a fellow wrestler, a girl who did not understand the danger that she was in. If anyone ever asked Artemis or people who were there if it was her fault, they would brush it off as an accident. No, I know my sister. I know my family. We are monsters, demons, killers of men. Now, the family of demonic destroyers are linked with the Lasiewicz family line. Our families breed people with the power not to change society, but the power to demolish what they see as unimportant. Anastasia and I are the youngest of our family. Luckily for the next generation, we cannot bear direct children. I think that my father has something in the works to spawn a Kaiser-Lasiewicz child. He constantly reinforces the importance of genetic inheritance. Beyond that, he wants absolute power. He will stop at nothing to get it. I pray to the Gods that Anastasia does not get hurt by this. She has been through enough. It seems fate binds us close, not only in love. I weave my hand through her soft, brunette locks. She turned, breaking her slumber to look at me. She whispered loving words. I replied with equal measure. She smiled gently and nuzzled my chest again, getting comfortable. I wondered if she thought heavily on what may happen soon. We will be in the Iron King tournament together. She reigns in Phoenix Wrestling as the Rising Phoenix Champion. She is one of the favorites walking into the tournament. I stand as a high-profile guest making her way in. People expect us to fight. I dread the thought. Gods, I think of what I must do to Mason Daniels to beat him. Kaisers sometimes slip into a Madness. This condition causes us to fight on a barbaric level. We do not stop until our opponent can no longer move. I have never fell into this mode, but I fear the day that I do. I hope that it is not soon. I need it not to be. Not while Anastasia is in this tournament. She does not know that nightmares plague my mind. She does not know that there is this being that tells me what will happen. That, she does not care for Anastasia’s well-being. “You will find another bird,” she says. I scream. I fight. I resist with all that I must not let her bring those horrible thoughts into my mind. I do not want to let this madness take me over. I do not want anyone to see it. It is horrible and ugly. I need to keep it…her in. If she comes out, I cannot imagine what will happen to people like Mason Daniels. If I get far, the danger continues to rise. What if I face Anastasia? It is entirely possible if we make it to the finals. … I do not want to hurt Anastasia, not in the way that Artemis hurts others. I tell Anastasia each time she calls herself a monster that it is okay to be one. I am such a hypocrite, I swear. I do not want to be a monster. Monsters kill people. I do not want to kill people. … I do not want to kill her. As I lay in bed, I continue to stroke Anastasia’s hair. I do it gently as to not hurt her at all. I am not going to hurt her. Never again. 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