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Fear vs Luther Black; 8 Mile Street Fight
Topic Started: Mar 17 2008, 07:28 PM (74 Views)
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You Are The Pain and The Joy

You are the Pain and the joy
on the stage of life.

You are the pain in hunger and the joy
of food on ones table.

You are the pain of the homeless,
and the joy, of the home,
in His heart.

You are the pain on a bitter,
winter day and the joy, in
the warmth of the sun.

You are the pain and joy, in the
solitude, of those moments alone.

You are the pain and joy, that
lingers in ones heart.

You are the pain in music that is bad,
and you are the joy, in my song
of life.

You are the pain, in the tragedies
of the world, and the joy in the
goodness of people.

You are the pain of the orphans of
the street, and the joy, in a
mothers love.

You are the pain, in a sometime unjust
world, and the joy in the spirit
of ones heart.

You are the pain, in the loss of
loved ones, and the joy, when they
are seated at His table.

You are the pain of self destructive
addiction and the joy in redemption.


You are the pain, in the sicknesses of
this world, and the joy in the
hope of recovery.

You are the pain in the misery of the poor,
and disenfranchise, and the joy, in
the parts of society, that attempts to,
raise them up.


You are the pain and you are the joy,
in all things. For you see, in life, there
can not be joy...unless there is pain.
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Freezing rain pours down, as dawn is breaking, Fear dressed in black denim jeans and a black hooddie with white lettering in the chest – metus - , the hood is pulled over the dirty brown hair of Fear, as he watches the world go by from the wooden park bench in the middle of an peaceful local park. In the distance, the figure of a slightly obese man, jogging, protected from the elements by only a thin, dark, hooded sweat-shirt with the hood drawn tightly against his face, and a pair of thin black with a white stripe down the leg track pants. The man’s gentle stride becomes more and more lethargic as he draws near, as his breathing is getting shallower, as he struggles for breath, in the cold air.

Approaching what appears to be a small park, the man collapses to his knees in front of a park bench, creating a splash in the puddle that covers the freezing cold concrete of the hard ground. Desperately trying to re-gain his breath, the man has obviously worked himself into exhaustion.

Fear lowers his head, as he gets to his feet, his face is distorted in disgust at the sight of this poor soul. That is struggling in the puddle. Fear stands over the jogger with a blank look in his blue eyes as stares at the fallen jogger, who is still struggling to gain his breath.

The jogger looks up at Fear, as droplet of water, trickle into the eyes of the breathless one, with his left hand he wipes the his brow, and weakly smiles at Fear

Jogger struggles to release his words: “I. expect….you ..think. I’m kinda crazy

Fear continues to stare at the jogger without blinking and without saying a word

Jogger:” Well the doctors said I was out of shape, guess the quack was right” Jogger gives a nervous little laugh

“So you training as well, man?” as the jogger’s breathing seems to become back to its normal state

Silently Fear shakes his head, whilst still staring at the jogger, who is starting to get uneasy at the situation he finds himself

“Well thanks for the chat (as the jogger speak with a touch of sarcasm), you couldn’t give me a hand up” as the drenched jogger places his wet hand out towards the frozen soaked Fear

Fear pulls down his black hood, his brown unclean hair covers his eyes, Fear pauses a second before out stretching his arm in response to the jogger’s request. Fear clasp his hand upon the jogger’s begging hand

Jogger: “Thank you man..hey.. wait”Fear tighten the grip upon the jogger’s hand, as the face of the jogger is screwed up in pain, as he tries in vain to pull his hand of the vice grip of Fear. Fear jerks the jogger to his feet, as the jogger struggles to release from Fear’s grip

“What is wrong with you?” the jogger tone seems shaky but trying to not show his weakness

Fear looks straight into the eyes of the jogger, as Fear’s eyes start to narrow, with an intense look in his blue eyes as the jogger seem to start to panic as he franticly tries to pull his hand away from the grip. Suddenly a sly grin comes across the soaked face of Fear, as he slowly releases his grip, without a second hesitation, the jogger tugs his hand away from Fear, and quickly dashes away from the situation. Droplets of water fall from the soaked hair of Fear, as he watches the scared jogger vanishes into the distance. Fear turns around and slowly strides towards the large oak tree, . Fear slumps down against the wooden backrest, as the only sound of the tears of the God’s above bouncing of the hard frozen ground, gently the sound decreases in volume as the curtain of water, starts to turn to a light shower off light droplets

“The road I travel upon is the road of pain and suffering, there are no detours of this journey, the road is straight, with no branches. This is my life, the life of pain, the life of suffering and I love it, I cherish it like a sibling”.
(Fear stares at the camera lens)

“I could shout at the top of my voice, about my hated for Luther Black, but I’m not going to do that. I could start waving around a knife like an insane maniac telling you what I would do with that knife to the soft flesh that surrounds your pathetic body, but I’m not going to do that. You see Luther, I’m not going to shout or scream but I’m going to whisper, you see if you want to be heard, you whisper.”

Fear puts his head into the palms of his rough hands, and slowly moves his hands toward a pray like motion

Did Luther Black defeat Fear two weeks ago in his HCW debut…….well as we all know the answer is yes, I could put a spin on the situation, telling all sort of misinformation but what is the point, Luther Black pinned Fear 1….2….3……however this is what I call my kick in the ass introduction to HCW. “

Fear closes his eyes and bows his head

“Now Luther do not misinterpreted the words I’ve just spoken as a sign of weakness. Since overcoming myself, you have now officially gained a title match for HcW Xtreme Wrestling Championship at the next PPV show against Gerard Christ.”

Fear takes a couple of deep breaths as his eyes to remain closed

“I saw your promo last week, taking about how you have extinguish my flame, you honestly think that a solo victory would be the end of me, you have no idea who the hell I am, do not underestimate me my friend, the flame of hated burns brightly within. the flame burns to brightly too strongly to ever be extinguish by any mortal. Ask yourself one question, if you was in my position, just lost his debut match. and after a week break, of going over and over in your mind, the match in question, to relive each and every second of the pinfall, feeling the anger rise from below, what would you do, if you had a second chance to put thing right, what would you do? I know how your mind work, very similar to my own. You know that I coming for retribution, resolution and plain and simple revenge, if you think you know me after one match then think again, its time for you to think outside your box, this is a new game and a totally different Fear”

Fear pauses for a second as he feels the anger rising within, trying to control the inner beast

“What motivates a man, or should I saw what motives Mr Luther Black, you see you admitted last time we met, that you was a guest on the Jay Leno show. People are hungry for money and fame, they will do anything to achieve their goals, but in the long run these people are soft, they do not have what it take from within to become the person they most envy. I do not crave attention unlike yourself who from the moment you step foot upon the turf of HCW you was bad mouthing the HCW champion, you see Luther Black you need the spotlight, to see your name in light, to crave the attention of others, for them to remember your name and shudder as you walk past. However my friend I prefer the darkness, the same darkness that surrounds my heart, I have no need for the fame and fortune that this sport can bring. you see Luther you will not see me on some prime time talk show, trying to make a name for myself, the only place I will make my name is within the squared circle. I know that Mr Black has an eye on the prize a match up with Mr Christ at the PPV, so I offer this chance to appear at the PPV in good health. So walk away from this match with me, walk away and capture the gold, walk away……before you lose the ability to, you think you know me, then think again. Luther Black I know that you will be watching and listening to every single word that comes out of my mouth, you may think you have the mental and physical edge in this match, but you can think what you like. Everyone thinks they know Fear, everyone thinks they know where Fear is going, Fear has a purpose in life, and that purpose is simple, for people to suffer as much as I have, to feel the joy of pain and agony, it time that every single soul sit up and take notice cause Fear has been re-waked.”

Fear opens his eyes and stares at the camera lens with an lost look in his eyes

“Luther Black, you broke the first rule – Don’t Fuck with Fear - , and now we start with breaking you, and we start at Monday Night Hell”



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