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| Gerard Christ vs Tyke Index; Steel Cage Match | |
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| Yours Truly Lance Mikes | Mar 17 2008, 07:30 PM Post #1 |
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HcW Co-Owner 'Yours Truly' Lance Mikes
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| Tyke Index | Mar 19 2008, 01:01 AM Post #2 |
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HcW World Heavyweight Champion
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To make you laugh is all I want, to make the clouds close in and the skies pour down with eternal rain is just sometimes the sacrifice needed to make the sun appear one more time. I just want my family to have a safe income, someone to rely upon. Sometimes days are harder than others, sometimes getting up would seem pointless. Not just now, though, and hopefully not ever again. Since becoming HCW World Champion things have been tough, but it has had its strong points without doubt. My sister, remember the one I used to worry about? Now she has the proper funding to fight her illness, sure she might be sore, but scars sew themselves up. Just look at her brother. I had also put in the effort to make sure she would be alright in the long run, with that in mind I bought her a house in the posh part of Glasgow. The part we always dreamed of staying in, it sure does not sound a lot to everyone else, but for Katie Louise it was what she grew up dreaming of. I always promised her that one day we would stay in one of the very houses I used to pass as a boy. I don't know if I ever believed it possible or if it was simply wishful thinking, perhaps a bit of both? What mattered was that I was still alive, Katie Louise was still alive. Our dreams had become a glittering and fascinating reality. Regardless of how stressful the past month had been, I made one more promise to Katie, I promised to make the three thousand mile trip back home one day. I had already enticed my dream of taking on the world and winning, now I would entice her dream of simply sitting beside her as we stared into the long flowing grass that encompassed our eyes for miles on end. This was our hard work paying off, this is what it felt like to be sitting on top of the world. Some people would have you believe that I have changed since becoming World Champion, that somehow I lost sight of the important things in life. 'Sell Out' they call it in the music industry, well it didn't hurt my feelings, but it did bother me that people were so quick to judge. See in my time I have defeated every single shrine of negativity that has ever attempted to kill what we created. I've taken that negativity in the very hands I am staring at right now and I by god crushed it without remorse. See don't be fooled; I'm a Glasgow boy. We don't change, it's not in our nature. What I had cast slung across my shoulder was great to have, it was, it is what everyone in our industry wants, and it is the only reason that any of this lifestyle was possible. I don't need it, though. It's not a neccessity, it's a privilege - anyone that tells you differently is not a man, he is a shallow fool. I had played the part of the fool for the past twenty years, I had been cast aside as a no hoper. My mum would take me aside and tell me I was a failure, that I never made the most of my childhood. Drugs, drinks, brothels and murder assassinated my mind, it really did. I'm not going to sit here and insult your ears with petty lies - what you are about to hear is the truth and nothing but, it's what I owe everyone. Infact fuck everyone else, I had to do this for myself. I was never going to go to a dirty altar boy or priest to confess my sins, because those fuckers were just as bad as me. They were no saints. Your HCW World Heavyweight Champion Tyke Index was not a perfect man. Tyke Index was a man who was fuelled with anger and aggression, a man who contradicted the rules and regulations of normallity. I was the tortured poet brought in amongst a sea of frauds and traitors. My true talents remained hidden until I was old enough to have my own thoughts and visions for life. Myself and Katie Louise were oppressed as children, we were never given the same chance to succeed in life that perhaps your own children has had or perhaps you even had yourself. It was a lot more secluded and while our mother tried to act out the role of father as well as mother, it was like a winger playing out of position in football - for whatever reason it was just unnatural, and it was obvious. Bless her soul, and I hope she takes pity on my choice of tongue here, but my sister has proved more of a willing mum than she ever did. See growing up I didn't want a mum, I just wanted a friend. That was all I wanted, someone to come home and play the computer with. Someone to listen to my stories of how our football ended up in Mr. Parker's front lawn and the fucker chased me with a golf club. I wanted someone who could relate to me, tell me everything was okay and that my behaviour was normal and not that of a freak. That's what I felt like; a freak. A freak of nature, from as early as four years old I felt weird. I didn't seem to have any normal or apt emotions. I was so confused, that I wasn't even sure why my lack of normality bothered me so much. It had been knocked into me as a kid that being 'normal' sucked and that it was completely boring. What they didn't understand, though was that I craved to be normal, just for five minutes I wanted to be a part of the crowd. I didn't want to be the outcast anymore, I used to get so angry. It wasn't worth the energy, though - my cries for freedom went unheard. I was like the boy crying wolf, but there was no feigning, no pretence, this was real life and this was the epitome of being rock bottom. I had to become my own man, a wise old man at the ripe age of nineteen. Have you any idea how hard that is, do you honestly have any idea how many sacrifices would have to be made? Because I do, and I done it. Sure I fell into jail, sure I might not look like your ideal rolemodel, but fuck that - fuck the notion of sobriety and solidarity, the only way solidarity could be achieved was through vulnerability. I had to taste what life was like at the very bottom of the ladder, because that was the only way I could identify with the taste of it, and it was like salt on my tongue; it made me thirsty... Thirsty to get out this mess. So here we are: March 19th 2008, it's alright I guess. I'm the HCW World Heavyweight Champion, look in my eyes. What do you see? Is it the 'Sell Out' Tyke Index? C'mon look deeper than that, look deeper than the colour of my skin or the clothes that I wear. Look deeper than the shabbily styled hair or the creased shirt embedded upon my body. This is real life. This is Tyke Index, I am reality on the eye, just what you want to see. You can judge this book by its cover or you can be smarter than that, you can play the role of the man. What was it to be? See my opponent this upcoming week Gerard Christ had already made his choice. He was the fool, a couple of years younger than me and definately not nearly as smart as me. You see Gerard was where my head was located ten years ago. His head was six feet up his own ass, and while he was trying to manipulate anything or anyone that would even care to listen or believe that he was infact better than me I was training hard. I was listening, I heard every single word from every single syllable, which ran loose from his timid mouth. It didn't scare me, though. It didn't make me angry either, because I had been angry before, that was pointless. So what did I feel towards Gerard then your probably wondering, well if I am being honest it's not the emotion you were probably expecting. I felt sympathetic towards Gerard; I genuinely pity the poor guy. He was worn into the ground, he had no friends. He spoke of his alliance with two other outcasts, but really they only shared one thing in common - it wasn't brotherhood or bond, no. It was the feeling that they were bottom of the ladder with no escape. It was the feeling that somewhere down the line something went horribly wrong. Gerard Christ intrigued me more than anything else, see I was actually very curious about the background of this man. I wanted to know where he came from and what his childhood was like. I wanted to know what age he turned to the 'dark side', more than anything I wanted exact details. You see something didn't fit quite right here. Gerard Christ liked to keep himself as almost this sort of enigmatic figure. He guarded his past with a suave certainty and stableness you wouldn't expect from someone supposedly on the edge of a nervous breakdown every hour of his life. Almost like he knew what he was doing, it seemed like a coherant line of thought, well meditated if you will. Am I suggesting Gerard Christ is a fraud? Maybe, but before I would make such an allegation - I wanted to find out more. Gather the evidence so to speak. Then on Monday it became crystal clear, everything cracked into place. Gerard Christ was a trapped little boy on a mans shoulders. He spoke with conviction, but still ultimately came across weak. Everything from his tone of voice to his exact pinpointing of match stipulation screamed out how tortured and bruised his soul must be. He wanted a cage match, and that was fine with me. Once again, though I wasn't convinced by Gerard or his actions. I went home and thought about it for a while, I sat with my light on all night - pondering relentlessly and trying to carefully consider his motions and the repurcussions that would conclude those same motions. Then it hut me like a strike of lightning. Gerard Christ was looking for a saviour. Think about it for a second and I am sure you will agree. So firstly his second name was Christ, this as we know was the name of the supposed saviour himself - Jesus Christ. Did I happen to mention that his challenge came in the same month as Easter Sunday? The tradition of redemption and revelations ran deep this time of year and Gerard knew this. Gerard was mixed up, though - in his heart he probably somehow managed to convince himself that he was a saviour, but deep down? Well deep down he knew he was feigning the name of greatness. I however proved myself to be of huge greatness the past year, if anyone could show Gerard the ways of greatness it was me. I had been exactly where he was right now ten years earlier and came through strong. I was Gerard's inspiration, influence and ultimately I was his saviour... Secondly the choice of a cage match. What do you think of when you consider the connotations of an enclosed space? It's a dingy dark space, it traps you in its clutches with a grip so strong, so relentless. There is no escape, no light at the end of the tunnel. When animals are caged they bark in sheer terror. They don't bark because they have to, no, they bark because they are staring fear in the face and they hate that very situation with a passion. Gerard has referred to himself as a creature many times, and much like those same animals - he would stare fear in the face. Gerard would scream for mercy and the need of a second chance. I've already given you too many chances though, Gerard. I've already given Natural Selection too many chances. The past two weeks I had sent your 'friends' the warm warning signs in a crystal clear fashion. This week it's your turn, Gerard. This week you will be locked in that cage with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. I will force you to stare into the eyes of your saviour and just like Jesus, this week you become... The Sacrifice. |
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