Post by Adrien Specter on Sept 4, 2010 16:43:23 GMT -5
OOC: Not for the squeamish. You have been warned.
Adrien sat in front of the TV screen in his hotel, looking over the DVD he had been sent. It wasn’t the first time he had watched it. Time and time again he watched as Johnny Stylez simply smiled, talking about their match, and how he had played Adrien so well. Time and time again he watched as his opponent moved through the crowd outside NEW HQ, asking them why they were there. Time and time again he watched Veronique be black mailed by Stylez. Time and time again he saw Johnny simply knocking him down more and more, with a smile on his face. That twisted and evil smile that looked so perfect to the outside world. Who knew about the pure venom that lay between it’s teeth, or the malice in the mind that lay behind it.
Adrien knew. Adrien knew far to well that everything he said, everyone of those poisonous words that passed through those plump ample lips were coldly calculated for maximum effect of punishment and destructive nature. And what was worse was that they all rang true. Ever single one of them.
Specter watched as Johnny mocked him talking about how XXX would never take him, how he would stay on Ignite with or without the title. Did his work really mean that little to the management? He had worked so hard and yet the boss would rather give up a title rather then have him as a member of his roster. That was low.
Adrien stayed glued to the box as Stylez reminded the world of what he had done to his mask, pissing all over it and transforming Specter into the man he has since become. A man who had to take pills to resolve his emotional imbalance. A man who subsequently directed to do all those things that Johnny had done before. That was lower.
But the final straw was bringing Adrien’s parents into it. He had hired actors to replace Specter’s dead mother and father, portraying his abusive father as a homosexual with a crack addiction, and his mother as a gender swapping whore. Both of them discussed Adrien’s emotional problems at great length, discussing his childhood as a mentally ill retard who was prone to have violent mood swings. That was what made Specter crack. The pressure had been building and building, but finally he snapped. Johnny had taken things too far, and now he was going to pay.
Adrien didn’t get angry. He didn’t get sad. He simply stood up and walked over to the side table. Picking up his wallet and his keys, he slowly placed them in his pocket. Going over to his wardrobe, putting his hands on the wooden door, he pulled it open, taking a jacket off the hanger and putting it on purposefully. Closing the door slowly, he made his way to the exit, staring at the door. This would be the first time he would have left the safety of his hotel room all week, but it appeared that even within the comfort of his little bubble, Johnny still found his way in, drilling into Specter’s head. Placing his hand on the door handle, he turned it slowly and opened the door, releasing himself into the big wide world, and stepping out silently.
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Pushing the kart in Walmart, he simply walked past the crowds who stared at him, some smiling, some wishing him luck, and others just awestruck. Specter ignored them, his eyes glazed over, going through the aisles and picking up items that were on the list in his head. Coming to the front of the store, he began placing his list on the convenor belt that lead to the casher. The old woman passed them through the scanner as her eyes looked up to Specter, him still with his far sighed look in his pupil. She left him as he was, passing the towels, pens, and paper by the barcode reader, and coming up with the total. Adrien simply passed her his card, put his pin in, and waited patently for the computer to do it’s work.
Once he was packed up and ready to leave, he took his card back and left the store, going into his car and placing his shopping in the boot. Closing the door, he moved around to the front of the car, driving off without saying a word to anyone, keeping his eyes open for an ATM. When he found one, he simply stopped in the middle of the road, getting out the car and walking up to it. The cars behind him struck on their horns aggressively, shouting abuse and raising middle fingers. But Adrien didn’t hear them. The world had gone silent to him. Not a sound could break him out of the trance he had been placed into. Johnny’s message to him playing over and over in his head. All the talk; all the hype; all the distaste and anger. Stylez’s voice going over and over again, ringing in his ears.
Taking out $400, he simply turned around and got back into his car and drove off.
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Pulling up to a hardware store, he saw a young man around the corner, his hands in his pockets, looking around for police. His job was clear, and that’s exactly what Adrien needed him for. Getting out the car he first went into the store, picking up a pair of hedge cutters and a soldering iron, before walking out the store again and around into the dark ally. Stepping up to the man, he looked at him for a moment. His jeans were hanging off his ass, probably being held up by his hands in his pockets. His snow coat puffed up to make him look larger, more intimidating, but Specter knew the truth. If he struck the dealer, he would probably run away in fear of suffering more pain; a pure coward.
“What the fuck do you want?” The man asked, looking at Adrien with a sense of arrogance and irritation. He clearly wanted to be the bigger man, but how could Specter be scared of a man who couldn’t even buy a pair of fitting trousers.
“I’m looking to score.” Adrien replied simply.
“Yeah, well look elsewhere man, you’re drawing attention.” The dealer replied, constantly looking around for any sign of pigs.
“Let’s make this quick. I’m not a cop, I want to score, and you’re going to help me.” Specter replied coldly.
“What the fuck makes you think I’m going to help you?”
“Because I can pay for it, and once this is done, you’ll never see me again.” Adrien explained simply, holding up the money he had gotten out of the ATM earlier. He saw the dealer’s eyes light up when his fingers reached out and took the money.
“Alright...what do you want? I got coke, H, you name it.” The man explained, his tone becoming more social towards Specter. Adrien gave a small smile as he saw the man beginning to count the money. Specter pulled out a small notepad and pen, writing something down and ripping the page out, handing it to the scum in front of him.
“I’m looking for something...specific...” Specter explained as the dealer took the paper and looked at it, nodding his head slowly as he read the word on it.
“Alright...I can get that. Wait here.” The dealer replied as he pulled out his phone and began to dial. He stepped away from Adrien as he began talking to someone down the other end of the phone. Specter watched him closely as he walked away, making sure he wouldn’t bolt without the transaction finishing. But then again he wouldn’t put it past him. Specter hated men like this, who fed themselves of other’s pain and addictions to line their own pockets. Men who took advantage of others as he lived comfortably, making his victims weaker and wearer until they gave into him. Men like Johnny Stylez.
The man finished his call and turned to face Adrien with a smile. He pointed the other way as a man left the squat across the street, coming over and walking towards the pair. Specter’s head turned to the see the dealer walking away down the ally, going around and corner and disappearing from sight. His attention quickly returned to the other man approaching him. He simply walked up to Specter and stood in front of him, handing him a small brown bag. Specter quickly opened it and looked inside, seeing it was exactly what he wanted.
“Is that needle clean?” Adrien asked, looking back at the second man.
“Obviously...it’s bad for business if we have a reputation for handing bad needles out, don’t we?” the man replied turning and beginning to walk away. Specter had to admire them. They may be crooks, and the worse kind at that, but t least they had some solid business accruement.
But Specter’s work wasn’t done yet. He walked back to his car, putting the door open and placing his newly acquired items in the passenger seat, before reversing the car, and getting back onto the road, heading back to his hotel.
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Stepping into his room, he placed down the plastic bags and began to prepare. His eyes looked over to the TV, the DVD paused on a shot of Johnny’s face. Specter looking into his eyes that stared back, bearing into his soul, knowing that he had lead Specter to do this.
It was time to begin.
With the image of Stylez watching over him, Adrien began to unpack. He began up opening everything from their respective packets, before taking the soldering iron and plugging it in. He needed it hot.
Once that task was complete, Specter moved on to the towels, placing them on the ground in a large square. He bought more then enough as he began to lay another large pad on top of the one before it, building up it’s layers. Moving on he took the pen and paper, and began writing.
He started out with a letter to Cera.
Dear Cera.
It’s hard for me to write this, as some would consider it pointless. I’ve written to you many times before, although you‘ve never received any of them, but this is without doubt the hardest. I can’t explain to you how much you mean to me, but it’s far too late for that.
You’ve moved on, and I accept that, but if my plan falls thought, and should I die as the result of my actions, I wanted to let you know how I truly felt. You’re without doubt the love of my life, and that will never change. I’ve loved you since the day I met you, and I know you felt the same way...Once.
But that’s changed now. I honestly don’t know if you love me anymore, but I can understand if you don’t. I’ve put you through too much for you to take me back, and I don’t expect you to either. Our time has come and gone, but I wanted you to know that I’ll always love you.
I expect that you’re happy with Hazard now, and I’m happy for the pair of you. He is a better man than I, and he’ll treat you better then I ever did. He’s strong enough to protect you, and to pick you up whenever you fall, which is more then I could ever hope to achieve.
I love you Cera, and that will never change. Be it in this life or the next, I’ll always watch over you, and suffer in silence, as I deserve.
Goodbye my love.
Adrien.
As Adrien put down the pen and looked over the paper once again, he could smell the soldering iron heating up, burning off the chemicals that had been place upon it. Specter looked over at it to see it was clearly ready for it’s task, yet it would have to wait. Adrien had once last letter to write. Looking over to the TV once again, he saw Johnny still looking down at him, ever present, ever watching him. Specter simply smiled as he began writing down his letter to his enemy, before placing it in an envelope and licking the glue, before sealing it, waiting for his opponent to release once again.
Finally, Adrien was ready.
He picked up the brown bag from the dealers and pulling the contents out. Looking down at the small vial he had bought, he read what was upon it.
Morphine.
He turned the glass bottle upside down, before putting the needle into it’s soft plastic top. He pulled down on the plunger, forcing the liquid into the cylinder. He looked up at the clear fluid as it glistened in the fake glow of the ceiling light. Tapping it a few times he got the air bubbles out before finding a vein and injecting it into his bloodstream. He felt the effect almost instantaneously. The numb sensation flowed through his system as he began to become light headed. He needed to do this quickly before the effects started to wear off.
Grabbing the hedge trimmers, the time was now. It had to se done, and it had to be done quickly. He looked up at the picture of Johnny once last time, before he smiled to himself and did the deed.
Snip.
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Johnny was sitting in his hotel suite, smoking away happily, thinking about the destruction he was going to cause Adrien. He would cement his legacy at the hands of a curtain jerker who he’s already destroyed mentally. All his hard work at breaking Specter down had worked. No one had seen nor heard of him since Prince returned with the news that he had given into him.
He had won, and the celebrations were starting early.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Standing up, still the joint in hand, he walked over to it, and opened the door.
There stood Adrien Specter, with a letter in his hand and a box under his arm.
“Well would you look at who finally decided to show his face. What? Actually going to quit before the match even begins? That’s a new low, even for you.” Johnny said, a slight stammer in his voice. Specter could smell the weed reeking from him, with the red eye to prove it. Adrien simply smiled and handed Johnny the letter.
“It hasn’t got anthrax in it does it?” Johnny joked as he opened the envelope and took out the letter, his eyes scanning the page in front of him.
Dear Johnny.
I am here to wish you luck in our match this week. I know I’m not worthy of standing in your presence, and for that I apologize. So much am I unworthy, that I’ve decided to stay silent in front of you. To be honest, you’re can talk enough for the pair of us.
But like you said before in you’re little video you sent me. The time for words is over, and the time for action has begun. And I’ve noticed a lot about you recently Johnny. How you’ve changed. How you’re not the same man I’ve faced before. You’ve become a lot more dangerous, and I accept that. I accept that you can talk better then me, you’re a dirtier fighter then me, and who knows, that may help you in our match. Because I know you’ll go to any lengths to keep that title. But this was never about the title Johnny.
This was about two men facing off against each other to see who the better man is. But a man isn’t measured by how many wins he has, or what gold he’s wearing around his waist. A man is judged by the actions that he takes. In a pure fight for survival, a man who goes to any lengths to simply live to tell the tail is indeed the better man.
If you get me to say I quit, even after the actions that I’ve taken to beat you, then truly you are the better man.
And so, my final thought to you are this. I’ve given you a gift, and I do hope you enjoy it as I am by giving it to you. You truly are a worthy opponent, and I look forward to our match.
Good luck Johnny.
Yours Sincerely
Adrien Specter
Johnny skimmed over the page quickly before looking back at Specter, who simply looked to him kindly.
“You think this is going to help you? You think this is gonna make you go easy on you? You’ve clearly underestimated me, and I’ll make you pay for that.” Stylez explained as his tone got progressively more and more angry. Specter, however, remained calm as he took the box from under his arm, and held it out for Johnny.
“What’s this? An I.O.U. for your balls? Don’t worry, I’ll be taking them soon enough.” Johnny replied before taking the box, as Adrien simply chuckled and began walking away.
“See you soon Adrien.” Johnny said down the hall before removing the tape on the top, and looking inside. His smile soon faded as he looked at the contents of the box, before he began to turn into a slowly shake of him head, his eyes showing his emotions through their red glaze. A mixture of sickness and anger soon passed over his face before he launched the box across the hall, before taking off after Adrien.
“YOU THINK THIS MEANS ANYTHING YOU SICK FUCK! THIS DOESN’T CHANGE ANYTHING! I’LL STILL BEAT YOU, AND I’LL KEEP MY TITLE BECAUSE YOU DON’T MEAN SHIT! I’LL KILL YOU IF I HAVE TO!” Johnny shouted, but Specter was already gone. The elevator closed just as Stylez reached them, his face red with anger as Adrien simply smiled as the gap closed, and they were separated once again.
And there it lay, on the floor, outside of it’s original container. Cast across the room, and forced violently from it’s shelter...
...Adrien’s tongue lay on the floor.
Adrien sat in front of the TV screen in his hotel, looking over the DVD he had been sent. It wasn’t the first time he had watched it. Time and time again he watched as Johnny Stylez simply smiled, talking about their match, and how he had played Adrien so well. Time and time again he watched as his opponent moved through the crowd outside NEW HQ, asking them why they were there. Time and time again he watched Veronique be black mailed by Stylez. Time and time again he saw Johnny simply knocking him down more and more, with a smile on his face. That twisted and evil smile that looked so perfect to the outside world. Who knew about the pure venom that lay between it’s teeth, or the malice in the mind that lay behind it.
Adrien knew. Adrien knew far to well that everything he said, everyone of those poisonous words that passed through those plump ample lips were coldly calculated for maximum effect of punishment and destructive nature. And what was worse was that they all rang true. Ever single one of them.
Specter watched as Johnny mocked him talking about how XXX would never take him, how he would stay on Ignite with or without the title. Did his work really mean that little to the management? He had worked so hard and yet the boss would rather give up a title rather then have him as a member of his roster. That was low.
Adrien stayed glued to the box as Stylez reminded the world of what he had done to his mask, pissing all over it and transforming Specter into the man he has since become. A man who had to take pills to resolve his emotional imbalance. A man who subsequently directed to do all those things that Johnny had done before. That was lower.
But the final straw was bringing Adrien’s parents into it. He had hired actors to replace Specter’s dead mother and father, portraying his abusive father as a homosexual with a crack addiction, and his mother as a gender swapping whore. Both of them discussed Adrien’s emotional problems at great length, discussing his childhood as a mentally ill retard who was prone to have violent mood swings. That was what made Specter crack. The pressure had been building and building, but finally he snapped. Johnny had taken things too far, and now he was going to pay.
Adrien didn’t get angry. He didn’t get sad. He simply stood up and walked over to the side table. Picking up his wallet and his keys, he slowly placed them in his pocket. Going over to his wardrobe, putting his hands on the wooden door, he pulled it open, taking a jacket off the hanger and putting it on purposefully. Closing the door slowly, he made his way to the exit, staring at the door. This would be the first time he would have left the safety of his hotel room all week, but it appeared that even within the comfort of his little bubble, Johnny still found his way in, drilling into Specter’s head. Placing his hand on the door handle, he turned it slowly and opened the door, releasing himself into the big wide world, and stepping out silently.
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Pushing the kart in Walmart, he simply walked past the crowds who stared at him, some smiling, some wishing him luck, and others just awestruck. Specter ignored them, his eyes glazed over, going through the aisles and picking up items that were on the list in his head. Coming to the front of the store, he began placing his list on the convenor belt that lead to the casher. The old woman passed them through the scanner as her eyes looked up to Specter, him still with his far sighed look in his pupil. She left him as he was, passing the towels, pens, and paper by the barcode reader, and coming up with the total. Adrien simply passed her his card, put his pin in, and waited patently for the computer to do it’s work.
Once he was packed up and ready to leave, he took his card back and left the store, going into his car and placing his shopping in the boot. Closing the door, he moved around to the front of the car, driving off without saying a word to anyone, keeping his eyes open for an ATM. When he found one, he simply stopped in the middle of the road, getting out the car and walking up to it. The cars behind him struck on their horns aggressively, shouting abuse and raising middle fingers. But Adrien didn’t hear them. The world had gone silent to him. Not a sound could break him out of the trance he had been placed into. Johnny’s message to him playing over and over in his head. All the talk; all the hype; all the distaste and anger. Stylez’s voice going over and over again, ringing in his ears.
Taking out $400, he simply turned around and got back into his car and drove off.
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Pulling up to a hardware store, he saw a young man around the corner, his hands in his pockets, looking around for police. His job was clear, and that’s exactly what Adrien needed him for. Getting out the car he first went into the store, picking up a pair of hedge cutters and a soldering iron, before walking out the store again and around into the dark ally. Stepping up to the man, he looked at him for a moment. His jeans were hanging off his ass, probably being held up by his hands in his pockets. His snow coat puffed up to make him look larger, more intimidating, but Specter knew the truth. If he struck the dealer, he would probably run away in fear of suffering more pain; a pure coward.
“What the fuck do you want?” The man asked, looking at Adrien with a sense of arrogance and irritation. He clearly wanted to be the bigger man, but how could Specter be scared of a man who couldn’t even buy a pair of fitting trousers.
“I’m looking to score.” Adrien replied simply.
“Yeah, well look elsewhere man, you’re drawing attention.” The dealer replied, constantly looking around for any sign of pigs.
“Let’s make this quick. I’m not a cop, I want to score, and you’re going to help me.” Specter replied coldly.
“What the fuck makes you think I’m going to help you?”
“Because I can pay for it, and once this is done, you’ll never see me again.” Adrien explained simply, holding up the money he had gotten out of the ATM earlier. He saw the dealer’s eyes light up when his fingers reached out and took the money.
“Alright...what do you want? I got coke, H, you name it.” The man explained, his tone becoming more social towards Specter. Adrien gave a small smile as he saw the man beginning to count the money. Specter pulled out a small notepad and pen, writing something down and ripping the page out, handing it to the scum in front of him.
“I’m looking for something...specific...” Specter explained as the dealer took the paper and looked at it, nodding his head slowly as he read the word on it.
“Alright...I can get that. Wait here.” The dealer replied as he pulled out his phone and began to dial. He stepped away from Adrien as he began talking to someone down the other end of the phone. Specter watched him closely as he walked away, making sure he wouldn’t bolt without the transaction finishing. But then again he wouldn’t put it past him. Specter hated men like this, who fed themselves of other’s pain and addictions to line their own pockets. Men who took advantage of others as he lived comfortably, making his victims weaker and wearer until they gave into him. Men like Johnny Stylez.
The man finished his call and turned to face Adrien with a smile. He pointed the other way as a man left the squat across the street, coming over and walking towards the pair. Specter’s head turned to the see the dealer walking away down the ally, going around and corner and disappearing from sight. His attention quickly returned to the other man approaching him. He simply walked up to Specter and stood in front of him, handing him a small brown bag. Specter quickly opened it and looked inside, seeing it was exactly what he wanted.
“Is that needle clean?” Adrien asked, looking back at the second man.
“Obviously...it’s bad for business if we have a reputation for handing bad needles out, don’t we?” the man replied turning and beginning to walk away. Specter had to admire them. They may be crooks, and the worse kind at that, but t least they had some solid business accruement.
But Specter’s work wasn’t done yet. He walked back to his car, putting the door open and placing his newly acquired items in the passenger seat, before reversing the car, and getting back onto the road, heading back to his hotel.
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Stepping into his room, he placed down the plastic bags and began to prepare. His eyes looked over to the TV, the DVD paused on a shot of Johnny’s face. Specter looking into his eyes that stared back, bearing into his soul, knowing that he had lead Specter to do this.
It was time to begin.
With the image of Stylez watching over him, Adrien began to unpack. He began up opening everything from their respective packets, before taking the soldering iron and plugging it in. He needed it hot.
Once that task was complete, Specter moved on to the towels, placing them on the ground in a large square. He bought more then enough as he began to lay another large pad on top of the one before it, building up it’s layers. Moving on he took the pen and paper, and began writing.
He started out with a letter to Cera.
Dear Cera.
It’s hard for me to write this, as some would consider it pointless. I’ve written to you many times before, although you‘ve never received any of them, but this is without doubt the hardest. I can’t explain to you how much you mean to me, but it’s far too late for that.
You’ve moved on, and I accept that, but if my plan falls thought, and should I die as the result of my actions, I wanted to let you know how I truly felt. You’re without doubt the love of my life, and that will never change. I’ve loved you since the day I met you, and I know you felt the same way...Once.
But that’s changed now. I honestly don’t know if you love me anymore, but I can understand if you don’t. I’ve put you through too much for you to take me back, and I don’t expect you to either. Our time has come and gone, but I wanted you to know that I’ll always love you.
I expect that you’re happy with Hazard now, and I’m happy for the pair of you. He is a better man than I, and he’ll treat you better then I ever did. He’s strong enough to protect you, and to pick you up whenever you fall, which is more then I could ever hope to achieve.
I love you Cera, and that will never change. Be it in this life or the next, I’ll always watch over you, and suffer in silence, as I deserve.
Goodbye my love.
Adrien.
As Adrien put down the pen and looked over the paper once again, he could smell the soldering iron heating up, burning off the chemicals that had been place upon it. Specter looked over at it to see it was clearly ready for it’s task, yet it would have to wait. Adrien had once last letter to write. Looking over to the TV once again, he saw Johnny still looking down at him, ever present, ever watching him. Specter simply smiled as he began writing down his letter to his enemy, before placing it in an envelope and licking the glue, before sealing it, waiting for his opponent to release once again.
Finally, Adrien was ready.
He picked up the brown bag from the dealers and pulling the contents out. Looking down at the small vial he had bought, he read what was upon it.
Morphine.
He turned the glass bottle upside down, before putting the needle into it’s soft plastic top. He pulled down on the plunger, forcing the liquid into the cylinder. He looked up at the clear fluid as it glistened in the fake glow of the ceiling light. Tapping it a few times he got the air bubbles out before finding a vein and injecting it into his bloodstream. He felt the effect almost instantaneously. The numb sensation flowed through his system as he began to become light headed. He needed to do this quickly before the effects started to wear off.
Grabbing the hedge trimmers, the time was now. It had to se done, and it had to be done quickly. He looked up at the picture of Johnny once last time, before he smiled to himself and did the deed.
Snip.
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Johnny was sitting in his hotel suite, smoking away happily, thinking about the destruction he was going to cause Adrien. He would cement his legacy at the hands of a curtain jerker who he’s already destroyed mentally. All his hard work at breaking Specter down had worked. No one had seen nor heard of him since Prince returned with the news that he had given into him.
He had won, and the celebrations were starting early.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Standing up, still the joint in hand, he walked over to it, and opened the door.
There stood Adrien Specter, with a letter in his hand and a box under his arm.
“Well would you look at who finally decided to show his face. What? Actually going to quit before the match even begins? That’s a new low, even for you.” Johnny said, a slight stammer in his voice. Specter could smell the weed reeking from him, with the red eye to prove it. Adrien simply smiled and handed Johnny the letter.
“It hasn’t got anthrax in it does it?” Johnny joked as he opened the envelope and took out the letter, his eyes scanning the page in front of him.
Dear Johnny.
I am here to wish you luck in our match this week. I know I’m not worthy of standing in your presence, and for that I apologize. So much am I unworthy, that I’ve decided to stay silent in front of you. To be honest, you’re can talk enough for the pair of us.
But like you said before in you’re little video you sent me. The time for words is over, and the time for action has begun. And I’ve noticed a lot about you recently Johnny. How you’ve changed. How you’re not the same man I’ve faced before. You’ve become a lot more dangerous, and I accept that. I accept that you can talk better then me, you’re a dirtier fighter then me, and who knows, that may help you in our match. Because I know you’ll go to any lengths to keep that title. But this was never about the title Johnny.
This was about two men facing off against each other to see who the better man is. But a man isn’t measured by how many wins he has, or what gold he’s wearing around his waist. A man is judged by the actions that he takes. In a pure fight for survival, a man who goes to any lengths to simply live to tell the tail is indeed the better man.
If you get me to say I quit, even after the actions that I’ve taken to beat you, then truly you are the better man.
And so, my final thought to you are this. I’ve given you a gift, and I do hope you enjoy it as I am by giving it to you. You truly are a worthy opponent, and I look forward to our match.
Good luck Johnny.
Yours Sincerely
Adrien Specter
Johnny skimmed over the page quickly before looking back at Specter, who simply looked to him kindly.
“You think this is going to help you? You think this is gonna make you go easy on you? You’ve clearly underestimated me, and I’ll make you pay for that.” Stylez explained as his tone got progressively more and more angry. Specter, however, remained calm as he took the box from under his arm, and held it out for Johnny.
“What’s this? An I.O.U. for your balls? Don’t worry, I’ll be taking them soon enough.” Johnny replied before taking the box, as Adrien simply chuckled and began walking away.
“See you soon Adrien.” Johnny said down the hall before removing the tape on the top, and looking inside. His smile soon faded as he looked at the contents of the box, before he began to turn into a slowly shake of him head, his eyes showing his emotions through their red glaze. A mixture of sickness and anger soon passed over his face before he launched the box across the hall, before taking off after Adrien.
“YOU THINK THIS MEANS ANYTHING YOU SICK FUCK! THIS DOESN’T CHANGE ANYTHING! I’LL STILL BEAT YOU, AND I’LL KEEP MY TITLE BECAUSE YOU DON’T MEAN SHIT! I’LL KILL YOU IF I HAVE TO!” Johnny shouted, but Specter was already gone. The elevator closed just as Stylez reached them, his face red with anger as Adrien simply smiled as the gap closed, and they were separated once again.
And there it lay, on the floor, outside of it’s original container. Cast across the room, and forced violently from it’s shelter...
...Adrien’s tongue lay on the floor.