Post by KӨПƧƬΛПƬIПΣ. on Aug 14, 2023 19:12:27 GMT -5
Ah.. so here we are again, another day, another time, another story or maybe not, maybe a fact or truth from yours truly.. The one who’s come to be known as ‘The Harbinger of Suffering’ oh yes, that monstrous psychopath who’s literally a modern-day abomination in the eyes of many, yea.. That piece of shit you’ve all come to know in recent days as yours truly ALEXANDER F’n KONSTANTINE..
“What a fucking way to introduce somebody you cunt..” Alexander says as he walks out from where he’s standing within the shadows of the lodge.
“CUUUUUNT? Really you piece of shit?” questions an unknown female, as she questions him, he brushes it off as if it was just another damn day for him. “Meh..” he says as he glances over at the unknown female, “Bella, remove this peasant from my presence if you don’t mind..”
He states as he continues to walk into the room. He can be seen dressed quite well for the occasion, almost perfect for the occasion. A black shirt, with a gray and black vest over-top with black-like dress pants to match his attire for the evening.
He continues on into the room and walks over to a nearby table and takes a seat. A large hardcover leather bound book sits dead center in front of where he had taken his seat, off to the side a glass sits chilling.
“So, shall we begin? After all I’ve got nothing but time..” Konstantine says as he continues on.
“You see, unlike the others you’ve come to hear over the past few months or whatever it is that you’ve come to hear about me, none of that matters, not here, not now. Though within time sure..” Konstantine says before continuing on.
“You see I say it doesn’t matter and it’s because in reality it really doesn’t, in the end it’s all hearsay and just that rumors spread about me through the likes of social media from wrestling resource sites and wrestling fans alike, in the end I am just that an enigma..” He says with a tilt to his head smiling.
“I mean seriously, after all, what do you truly know about me?” Konstantine says as he looks down at the book in front of him placing his hands on the top of the book as he pauses for a second before.
“This oughta be good, you see this here, this book here is what we call the Book of Konstantine and well like OCW’s OCW champion she like the book I have here is nothing more then just that; A story and indeed she is one with layers to her like an onion waiting to be peeled back from it’s center core..” Konstantine says as he flips open the hard covered, leather bound book, slowly sliding his fingers across the pages..
As he does, a deep sigh emerges from him before he speaks again. “So shall we begin?” He questions as he looks up with just his eyes. Thought so.. now this, this story begins a few months after my parents had divorced when I was just a mere boy, like most divorces, they seem to almost always favor the mother.., right? My thoughts exactly..
So like most children who go through a divorce, they know exactly what I am talking about, exactly where I am coming from when I say this, it was god awful hell.. I say that because well I lived with my mother, the very bitch who drove the old man to drink, who basically turned the old man into the bastard he became and the one I came to know growing up.
Ruined.
Ruined not just my life, or the life I could have had, who knows it may have been phenomenal, it may have not but we’ll certainly never know now will we? Anyways she ruined his life also and not just his life but our family’s life as well..
Though enough about my thoughts about that old hag, who eventually would come to kill the old man, driving him to kill himself on the 2nd floor of the old house.. Now.. now.. If you had talked to mother she’d have told you a completely different story, a story of depression, a story of pain and suffering, a story which would have seen her as the victim in an abusive relationship, though that wasn’t the case..
You see after her death, I mean his death I experienced lots of paranormal happenings. Several times, especially when I’d be reading alone in my bed, in fact this very room to be exact..
This room you see would start to feel really “Icy.” almost freezing. Konstantine recalled to himself, thinking about those nights he had been alone in his room as a child, before continuing on reading from his old book.
You see then, next, it would feel as if something or somebody that had hated me was staring at me. Konstantine recalled to himself..
“Oh yes, how wonderful those nights were and well like mother and father I also have been watching from the distance.. You see, Synn you and I are a lot alike in many ways in fact and soon you’ll see and know exactly what I’m talking about within due time.” He states as he goes back to thinking to himself, reading from his book..
Though, you see I had no reason for anyone to hate me, not back then at least, for you see I was just a mere boy during this time. Though I can tell you when I got that feeling, I would leave the room and come back an hour or so later.
Konstantine pauses for a second as he reaches over and grabs what looks to be water in a cold glass from the table he had been sitting at, a slight amount of dew along the outside of the glass; the water chilled quite quenchingly, as he pulled the glass to his mouth and quickly downed a sip or two.
“Shit..” He spouted out after he placed the glass back on the table, “Oh there’s where I left off..” You see sometimes during the day, I would see a shadow figure sneaking along my bedroom walls. Something in the flat was pretending to be my dog, oh yes, I forgot to mention, mother had gotten me a dog, we had named it Nikita, though back to what I was saying, I went into my room and heard a deep growl from under the bed.
It wasn’t Nikita my dog, for you see Nikita wasn’t capable of making a noise that deep. It sounded like either a really big dog or a man doing his best dog impersonation. Other times, Nikita would just whimper and pace in the room next to mine but wouldn’t come when called, as if she was afraid of something in the hallway.
However, when I moved in with my aunt, the paranormal activity stopped..
“So you see Synn.. no demons, no ghouls or anything of that kind of nature can or will truly will ever scare me.. Then again, you just may..” He says with a chuckle of laughter.
“I say, you just may, because well like I mentioned before you and I are alike in many ways..” Konstantine says as he gets up from where he’s sitting as he does, a glimpse from one of the page’s he had been reading from can be seen, not a single word can be seen having been written on the page, the page essentially looking as if it was blank..
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[•REC] “Oh how fun this is going to be, wouldn’t you agree Synn? I mean after all I can assure you I am nothing and I mean absolutely nothing you’ve ever faced off against in your entire career, that I am not and that I can guarantee you. I truly am an enigma, however we both know you are not. I unlike you, I on the other hand am surrounded in nothing but pure mystery where you on the other hand are not so much..
You see Synn, this is how I see it and you’re not going to like it either though I honestly couldn’t give to fucking shits if you had or hadn’t to be quiet honest with you and that this, when the two of us square off come Anarchy when it airs live from the CFG Bank Arena in Baltimore Maryland, you my dear better bring your damn A game.
Though you better not just bring just any ordinary A game, you better bring the one that’s for WAR: For a war is exactly what’s coming for you. Now.. Now.. I know Brit has warned me not to injure her damn champion, though as far as that goes I couldn’t give two shits, if you get injured that’s not on ME, that’s on Brit and Brit alone.
That’s how I see it, as far as I’m concerned she can go right ahead a fine my ass as this isn’t just going to be a war, but a massacre as I’ve come to do exactly what I planned on doing from day one and that’s making ONE hell of a damn statement to all those who’ve chosen to be apart of this newly developed company that is the OCW..
No.
No.. not the one YOU are familiar with, you know the one that sank like a god awful ship who’s damn owner purged its entire roster before going well.. Yea you know, you were there, it’s why you’re here in the newly forged one that be Outcast.
Outcast, how amusing Brit chose to name the new OCW that as that’s you and I to a damn T. Both of us by social standards would be considered that very thing, Outcast, either way only ONE of us is walking out victorious and that’s a damn promise..
You see, unlike you to me, this is not a game of friendship making. It’s just business and ONLY just that. I am not here to build relationships, if that was the case I’d have joined some damn dating app. You see, like I said it’s just business, nothing personal. I am here to win and win I shall..
Then again even if I don’t win, a grueling battle will no doubt have taken place. Those involved will know and feel exactly that afterwards as their nurse and tend to those battle wounds they’ve garnished from the battle that they were just apart in. In that case those warriors are you and I, Synn.
Win or Lose Synn.. you will be taken to your limit, hell you maybe even taken and pushed past your limit. To be honest that’s exactly what I plan on doing. Like I mentioned previously YOU’VE faced off against nothing like me before and that I can guarantee you.
I am not some rookie fresh out of wrestling camp or wrestling school, nor a bonafide icon of this sport like you’re probably used to facing off against Nor am I some wrestling legend of this industry looking for one more great memory to give these fucking fans oh no ma’am, that surely isn’t me nor will it ever be me.
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However, I am here to solidify myself a new legacy, though not just any kind of legacy, but a legacy that when they see the name ALEXANDER KONSTANTINE make them second guess themselves, make them ponder if they truly really want to go through with the bout.. Knowing damn well the amount of suffering and agony that is soon to come their way..
Just like you, I, too, have been around the block in this business. I have faced those from up and comers to those who’ve built a name for themselves to even those in bars and they’ve all share one thing in common with one another.. Do you care to know what that was, Synn?
Allow me to enlighten you, at the end of the night, they all were struck down and left in a pile of matter in the center of the ring in their own demise and like them this match, this battle will result in the exact same way that I promise you, for like I told Brit earlier within the week I guarantee no promises that her champion doesn’t get hurt.
I will also guarantee you this, If you think I am all bark and no bite, you have a rude awakening coming your way. If you for a second think I’m just going to be another cakewalk for you or some easy opponent you’ll come to defeat, you keep going on and thinking just that. For you’ll see that I am not in the end.
I will tell you this, I am not expecting a cakewalk match nor for you to be some easy opponent for me to just beat senseless, I am however expecting one hell of a battle, a battle of pain, suffering and agony. A battle that will follow with a crimson mask, as mask I assure you will set the tone of both of our next fights against whoever OUR next opponents will be..
You see,
You see, unlike you Synn I’ve got the whhhhhhhhhhhhhhole world in my hands where as your world is about to come crashing down. It may not come at Anarchy, but I can assure you it is coming and it’s going to be very, VERY bad for you, that I can tell you..
Until then, we’ll be seeing you now love..”
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A few hours had passed since we last saw Alexander. As we come to see him, he can be seen walking at a steady speed, back and forth; pacing to be exact, though not just pacing but fidgeting and talking to himself. His thick dark black lumberjack-like beard can be seen neatly groomed, almost looking perfect, too perfect if one had to say.
He then suddenly stops, dead in his tracks as if he had just seen something that truly had scared him, as he stood in silence, his arms flaying back, his head as well almost looking like that of an inverted cross as if he had been possessed by something within those last few seconds..
“Crowley..” He muttered out from underneath his breath, though it was loud enough for whoever was near him to pick up exactly what he had just muttered out.
Crowley.. Who the fuck was that? I thought to myself as I watch the man who’s been my protector for years falls to his knees, his teeth chattering uncontrollably as he lay kneeling, his head still bent back, his arms still flayed out on the sides of him as he again muttered out “Crowley..” once again before a uttering out a spine tingling shriek of utter-tear.
“AAALEXANDER!!!!” I shouted out at the top of my lungs as I attempted to snap him from this trance, this possession he had gotten himself into.. It was then after the third time of me shouting out his name he had come too, unaware of what had just took place or so it seemed, then again knowing that man, the very man who I’ve known for the past 10 or so years I honestly wouldn’t put it past him to pull something like that to make those around him think that..
I mean after all he made those god awful doctors within that damn facility in Villisca, Iowa believe he wasn’t some monstrous psychopath, he also made ‘em believe I was misdiagnosed and wasn’t some crazy ass white bitch, but I think he knows different, I even think at some point they did as well, but it was to late; The release forums had been submitted and signed off on by some Doctor there..
“Bella, what the hell just happened?” He questioned as he slowly raised up from the kneeling position he had been in during his whole trance possessed phase moments ago. “Ugh.. well I really don’t know Kon, other than the fact that you were on your knees kneeling down and your arms and head were well.. yea..”
“Wait, what?”
“Yea.. weird I know, you also were muttering out underneath your breath that of the name of Crowley..”
“Crowley?” Konstantine questioned in confusion. “Yea, Crowley was the name Kon.” I replied back as I looked over at him from where he stood still looking confused as to what just occurred within the room we had been in..
“You're certain it was Crowley?” He questioned again. “Yes, you literally muttered it out, at first it wasn’t clear, but after you muttered it out a third time..” I said as I walked over to a nearby chair within the room, as I grabbed the chair I folded it up and brought it on over to where Konstantine was standing.
Within seconds, he had eased on down, taking up residence. His hulking, titan of a frame of a body leaning forward, his elbows resting upon his knees, this was the monstrous psychopath that everyone was afraid of at its worst it seemed..
Though in reality whatever it was that he had just gone through took a hell of a lot out of him and if anyone wanted to argue that go right ahead as I witnessed it first hand.
“Bella my dear, now that I’ve caught my breath, in the next room over is a large old leather bound hardcover book, if you could be so kind, but too bring it to me if you don’t mind..” Konstantine said as he slowly raised up his head, as he did he leaned back with confidence and smirked..
“Sure, sure thing Kon.”
“Thank you Bella, your assistance to me won’t go unnoticed that I can and will assure you!” He said as I walked out of the room and into the room he told me the book was in, leaving him to still recover from whatever it was that had overtaken his titan of a body, dropping him to his knees just moments before..
