Rotten Apple [Post Supremacy CD]
Feb 11, 2024 5:59:53 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Dave D-Flipz, and 2 more like this
Post by Jimbo on Feb 11, 2024 5:59:53 GMT -5
In the halls of the XHF arena, a bloodied, bruised and victorious James Sloane is flanked by XHF medical staff with the TAPOUT Openweight Championship slung over his shoulder. The camera crew rush in, stopping him and the medical team assisting him in their tracks.
“One thing I never claimed to be is an athlete…”
In his effort to push himself away from the medics, NOMAD falls up against the near wall, leaving a bloody smear. He talks through heavy breaths and painful wincing.
“I'm a struggler. I'm a wrestler. I'm a fighter. All I'm good at. What I done out there tonight? If you're not willing to do that? It's simple. Fuck off.”
He raises a bloodied taped fist to the camera.
“Aiden Merric, this is yours…”
Wincing from the pain, he raises his newly won TAPOUT Openweight Championship. He smiles like a hunter posing with a fresh kill.
“This is mine.”
He slowly collapses to the floor and the medics begin to rush in. NOMAD waves them away, letting the belt fall in his lap. He blinks the blood and sweat away before wiping his face.
“It might not be mine forever, but it's mine for now and that's what counts. And you know...”
He slowly pulls himself to his knees and clutches the belt in his hand.
“This right here?”
He thrusts the belt at the camera.
“This that I hold in MY FUCKING HAND! It means a lot of things to a lot of people. It means a lot to me. I know it meant a whole hell of a lot to Aiden Merric, because he fought like hell to keep it, but he isn't built like me. No one in this company is built like me. I'm a long time struggler. This shit ain’t nothin’ to me anymore. No one can suffer the way I do. No one can put 'emselves through Hell like I can.”
He struggles to push himself up on one knee, still gesturing with his championship.
“I've crawled through shit that'd make lesser men give up and YOU are all lesser men.”
Finally he pushes himself back to his feet, holding his championship proudly.
“What I hold in my hands…”
“Is my life's work defined..."
"And anyone wantin' to take it from me better bring somethin' better than a knife!"
NOMAD stumbles against the wall and the medical team rush to his side again as the shot fades to black.