Post by Johnny on Sept 6, 2023 4:51:00 GMT -5
The crickets chirped with the sound of the summer wind blowing the trees around the property. The sweet scent of honeysuckle loomed in the air. It had been three whole years since Jenny's death and insanity gripped at poor Johnny's psyche. Oh the torment one poor soul could ever feel he felt at the sight of his dead sister lying in that field of sunflowers. Her skin was so pale aside from the rot around her. Blood oozed from her body so it had been fresh when they found it. It was a sight to see.
Johnny gripped at the ground around him trying to find something to ground himself so to speak. The unhinged sound of that clowns laughter that pitter patter of blood on his shoe. Oh how awful it had been to see his sister in such a state with her clothes mangled and her hair ripped from the scalp. Her eyes forever glaring into the night sky but she couldn't see the stars. Oh no she couldn't see them nor the pain in her mothers eyes or the sorrow in a poor boy's soul.
That twenty one-year-old boy spun with the world like a marry-go-round, like a carousel in flight and like a small child going on their first ride he hurled into the grass beside him. His first drink turned into two, then three, then four, then the black abyss stared at him and growled his name begging him to get his revenge. 'Three long years in that hospital. Three long years alone screaming for a dead girl. Three long years dealing with guilt and shame.'
The words growled in Johnny's head. 'Just a few short years in the penitentiary.' Now he was calm.
'This is all your fault. I told you to watch her to keep her safe! Don't just stand there looking at me like that with that stupid look on your face!' SLAP. His mother's hand landed it shot and sent him fumbling to the kitchen table. He didn't know how to control his feelings so he pretended they weren't there. She wouldn't know that nor understand the torment he kept forcing his mind into because she didn't care because she was dead.
Jenny was dead.
Johnny reached for the hatchet and met its blade with the tip of his finger. He ran his weak flesh down the blade and peeled back layer after layer of skin until blood pooled down his hand. His mother fell into depression and tried to kill herself on many occasions. Johnny was there to stop it each and every time but after so much malice so much hatred he finally gave her what she wanted.
He let her be with Jenny.
He also wanted to join her but something kept him earth side; perhaps it was his ego or his pride that wouldn't allow him to take the cowards way out. But then again he also wasn't finished. Johnny slid his finger down the side of the house over and over until his blood wrote a message. His plan was to kill the man who took his sister from him that very night but the crickets whispered something to him, something that made his cold evil heart pump in anticipation. Killing him now was just too easy and why allow him to go in such a way where he would have some sort of dignity. Oh no, that wouldn't do for Johnny.
He needed revenge.
As his mother hung above the back pouch of their house gripping at the rope she chose as her demise Johnny grabbed a chair from inside. She'd tried every form of punishment from bullets to the head and a switchblade to the wrist but Johnny had either stole the gun from her hand or embraced the slits on her wrist so tightly that she was able to be nursed back to health. This time, however, this time as he placed the chair under her feet he heard the words he needed to hear to finally give her the release. 'I hate you.' 'I hate you.' he mumbled under his breath as he slid his finger along the siding one last time and smirked with pleasure. He salivated at his work and it dripped down his chin onto the ground. On the wall in his own blood he wrote:
Johnny took a few steps back to admire his handy work, pun intended, and laughed into the night. Maybe had he been loved enough there would have been help for him. Maybe had his mother cared enough he would have kept an eye on his sister instead of fantasizing about the guts of the girl who turned him down. Maybe had he gotten some help he never would have ended up in a wrestling ring only there to cause pain in some sort of twisted attempt to mask his own. Maybe the image of that ghost white casket wouldn't be burned into his memory or the clown paint that sick freak wore when he deflowered the only person on this planet Johnny loved!
Walking away the memory played like a black and white movie reel. Jenny laid in her white casket with pink rosy cheeks and long flowing nearly platinum blonde hair. They painted her lips pink and her nails red while laying her to rest in a white dress. Johnny imagined her eyes opening and the two embracing in some twisted chain of events that lead the onlookers to grasp and pull at the chest of their shirts. 'A Miracle!' They would shout as she climbed from her forever bed and the two would run off together. She was the only one who understood Johnny, the only one who saw him for something other than useless and stupid. He wasn't good or righteous but he was her big brother and that was enough for her.
But he failed her.
They lowered that bright white casket into the ground while his mother wept and he looked on with no emotion in his face. A lily, her favorite flower, fell atop the casket from Johnny's hand as they began to unhook the belts from the machine and loved ones made their departure. Johnny clung to the daydream in his head and all this was some fools nightmare and he would wake up to her laying in bed sleeping peacefully like she had done many nights before.
He broke that day.
Three years he spent in the confinements of a white room whispering hymns of a madman as the days ticked by agonizingly slowly. Three years he thought of what he would do to that damned clown if he ever saw him again. Three years he fantasized doing to him what he had done to his sweet poor Jenny. Three years later he learned to hide the shattered pieces enough to be released back into a society that had forgotten about the girl who died at the carnival.
And yet he waited.
Oh Mandii Rider...
Johnny's voice sounds low, sad, even a little weak.
Where do I even begin to call you out on the Johnny takes a large whiff of the air bullshit. His voice is a low growl from scowled lips.
Let's take it from the top. RLF. Johnny's frown is animated and nose is snarled upward. Three months RLF had its doors open for and in those three months I had two matches before RLF was *poof* gone. One of the matches in question was against an as you call it nobody the other against Michael Maddox who although wrestling challenged Johnny takes in a deep breath and lets out a long sigh is neither a nobody or rookie. We all start somewhere Ms. Rider not all of us have a last name that puts us closer to the main event because of an established brother and cousin. I won those matches by the way so they must have less than half a brain according to you. Johnny puts on a wide smile. And as far as an impact I could claim my presents closed the place down because three weeks from my signing and the doors were closed, two weeks if you take into account one show was never aired. Just like you claim to be the reason women aren't just eye candy or you're the reason certain women's divisions started to thrive I can claim that the impact I made on RLF was that they couldn't handle the man they commercialized as a nightmare. Do you see what being at the right place at the ring time can do? It can make you look more important than you actually are and you as well as I know you love Johnny emphasizes the word 'love' when that happens.
Johnny throws his head back and begins to laugh. HAHAHAHAHA Johnny takes a deep breath in and follows it with a squealing sound similar to a pig but slightly slower in volume. Ohhhhh Mandii you really try to pretend you know everything about a person. Did I love Jenny, did I hate Jenny, was I just obes-s-s-sed Johnny holds the 's' sound longer than usual with Jenny. You may not know the difference between love and hate given your history with lovers but I never made my intentions with Jenny clear. Does Jenny look like my dearly departed sister? Yes. Does that mean I want to fuck her? No. I'm criminally insane not incestual but word from the grape vine is your family lineage has a few closer than cousin fuckers dangling from that nut tree. Johnny puckers his lips in an 'O' shape before covering his mouth like he told a secret he wasn't supposed to. Talk about family issues am-I-right? Johnny takes on a goofy sarcastic type of tone.
Don't- Don't you hate your mother? And didn't you have brother issues? Johnny taps his lips with his finger tips. Talk about calling the kettle black. Oh but that's what you do Johnny's pitch is a little higher you point out allllllll the things wrong with someone else without seeing that what you're really doing is pointing out your insecurities.
Let's get one thing straight I don't have a problem following rules I have a problem with authority. The rules in our match are more like guidelines anyway. If I want to win Johnny holds out a hand I follow the guidelines but if my goal isn't winning and is just to knock you down a few pegs Johnny holds out his other hand a little higher then I lose but really at what cost? My intentions go beyond simple pant accessories and a win loss ratio. I'm not as simple minded as you and think the only way to be somebody is to win. In fact if I knocked you out in the first five minutes of our match I'll be known as the Clown who decimated the great Mandii Rider, Revival and Tag Team champion! Johnny boasts loudly his voice echoes in the distances. That's a much better title than 'winner' in my book but in yours I'm still just a loser. Johnny frowns similar to a sad clown painting.
Isn't it strange how someone's perception of something can be vastly different from others? For example, in all of Mandii Rider's stories, who is the heroine? Mandii Rider. Who brought the women of wrestling to the forefront? Mandii Rider. Who turned an entire division around just by signing the dotted line? Mandii Rider. Who brought meaning to meaningless championships? Mandii Rider. In someone else's story Mandii Rider needed to be saved by men Johnny puts a finger to his lips with a shhhhhh sound but don't tell anybody because she's also riding the coattails of the real women paving the way for a change in wrestling. In someone else's story Mandii Rider took over a dead division and management started recruiting women so the championship wasn't passed between two people over and over. In someone else's story Mandii Rider was handed greatness because two men worked for it. My perception of you, Mandii Rider, is everything you boast about and everything you claimed to be is a sham, a lie, a hoax. History doesn't lie but the people who lived it do and as long as the others in that history book aren't around who's to call out the bullshit? Johnny smiles devilishly. Remember kids' doubt goes a long way with people who don't know who they are. Johnny gives a wink.
Speaking of perceptions, yours is I'm only here for Jenny and mine is your only here for Chris. See that dynamic? My perception is the only reason you started kissing Jenny's wrestling boots is so you could be closer to Chris Chaos. Want to know why I have the perception I do Mandii? Johnny puts a finger to his chin and leans in close. Because if anyone looks like a love sick puppy it's you. You can't be alone. You need a man in your life to make you feel valued. Hmmmmmmmm I call bullshit on your whole history since all you do is follow men.
If anyone is coming in on a high horse it's you, it's always you. Look at all these accomplishments I've racked up over my long career as a wrestler. All these championships I had. Who remembers you though? Who sees the name Mandii Rider and goes 'I remember her from way back in the day and how good she was.' Impacts aren't just made with winning or championships. Even you said it yourself, I made a legacy by kidnapping people even if they were just attempts according to you. I'll be remembered for that for a loooooooong time. Matter of fact you remembered me just by stalking Jenny. You invalidated your argument that no one remembers you until you win and have championships. You invalidate it every time you mention you're known for being a part of the women revolution in wrestling.
Johnny stands tall with his arms crossed over his chest in a serious manner. How many championships have you won in the last five years? How many times have you quit a company and come back months later? Hypocrite. Johnny snaps his jaw shut making a loud sound when his teeth clench together. You're still using wrestling to cope with your shitty reality. The reality is your daughter wants nothing to do with you because you never wanted anything to do with her wrestling was always more important. The reality is you joined a group that hates you for a man who doesn't want you and is hung up on his ex because he made the mistake of putting his beef stick in your meat curtains. The reality is you fucked over a former friend and a former lover but instead of commiting to your actions you play martyr so just encase you end up alone you have someone to fall back in love with who will take you in and love you the way you think you need to be loved. The only difference now is instead of realizing your reality in a hotel room you realize it on a couch while you talk it out with a therapist. No wonder you say I need therapy because you need me to be on your level.
Hiding, HAHAHAHAHAHA, I'm hiding nothing while you hide everything. I’m an open book I’m not scared of what’s written on the pages. You hide how broken of a woman you are and how badly you need people beside you. A shell of a human Johnny's voice grows deeper and deeper with every sentence who can't move on from the past? Every time you come back from a hiatus the past is the first thing you bring up. The past is what you brought up yet again when attempting to make yourself look wise and better. I maaaaaaaaaaaay still have my past nipping at my heels but at least I'm man enough to admit it. You're trying to outrun yours while telling everyone you're fine you're put together you’re over it. Projection Johnny barks. Hypocrite! Johnny snaps his jaw down with a bite and a click of his teeth. LIAR! Johnny growls.
Heh. Johnny lowers his head with a devilish smile and evil intent in his eyes. You're right. He raises his head slowly while chattering his teeth with a smile. I do have mommy issues. He licks his lips in a fast motion. You remind me of her actually. Johnny growls under his breathing.
Projection.
Johnny laughs slowly and ominously.
Hypocrite. Ha-HaHa-HA
His laughter grows.
Li-ar.
His laughter stops and he shakes his index finger from side to side in a 'no no' manner.
And you know what I did to that bitch?
Johnny stops moving and is perfectly still.
I let that bitch die. I let her kill herself. I watched her take her last breath and loved every second of it. HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA
Maniacally Johnny laughs into the abyss. He stops for a moment.
And I'll watch you choke on your blood when I knock your teeth in and the world goes dark for you. I’ll watch as the light behind your eyes fade away and all that’s left is the realization it’s over, you lost. And guess what? I’ll love every fucking second of it.
Johnny cocks his head to the side with no emotion on his face.
He slumps over and in one quick motion reaches behind himself and pulls a large wooden board down revealing a doll inside. It appears the flesh of the doll is rotting off and the eyes are a ghostly white; her mouth is wide open and fingers are curled inward in a horrific way. The doll appears to be the rotting corpse of Mandii Rider
The end. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Johnny gripped at the ground around him trying to find something to ground himself so to speak. The unhinged sound of that clowns laughter that pitter patter of blood on his shoe. Oh how awful it had been to see his sister in such a state with her clothes mangled and her hair ripped from the scalp. Her eyes forever glaring into the night sky but she couldn't see the stars. Oh no she couldn't see them nor the pain in her mothers eyes or the sorrow in a poor boy's soul.
That twenty one-year-old boy spun with the world like a marry-go-round, like a carousel in flight and like a small child going on their first ride he hurled into the grass beside him. His first drink turned into two, then three, then four, then the black abyss stared at him and growled his name begging him to get his revenge. 'Three long years in that hospital. Three long years alone screaming for a dead girl. Three long years dealing with guilt and shame.'
The words growled in Johnny's head. 'Just a few short years in the penitentiary.' Now he was calm.
'This is all your fault. I told you to watch her to keep her safe! Don't just stand there looking at me like that with that stupid look on your face!' SLAP. His mother's hand landed it shot and sent him fumbling to the kitchen table. He didn't know how to control his feelings so he pretended they weren't there. She wouldn't know that nor understand the torment he kept forcing his mind into because she didn't care because she was dead.
Jenny was dead.
Johnny reached for the hatchet and met its blade with the tip of his finger. He ran his weak flesh down the blade and peeled back layer after layer of skin until blood pooled down his hand. His mother fell into depression and tried to kill herself on many occasions. Johnny was there to stop it each and every time but after so much malice so much hatred he finally gave her what she wanted.
He let her be with Jenny.
He also wanted to join her but something kept him earth side; perhaps it was his ego or his pride that wouldn't allow him to take the cowards way out. But then again he also wasn't finished. Johnny slid his finger down the side of the house over and over until his blood wrote a message. His plan was to kill the man who took his sister from him that very night but the crickets whispered something to him, something that made his cold evil heart pump in anticipation. Killing him now was just too easy and why allow him to go in such a way where he would have some sort of dignity. Oh no, that wouldn't do for Johnny.
He needed revenge.
As his mother hung above the back pouch of their house gripping at the rope she chose as her demise Johnny grabbed a chair from inside. She'd tried every form of punishment from bullets to the head and a switchblade to the wrist but Johnny had either stole the gun from her hand or embraced the slits on her wrist so tightly that she was able to be nursed back to health. This time, however, this time as he placed the chair under her feet he heard the words he needed to hear to finally give her the release. 'I hate you.' 'I hate you.' he mumbled under his breath as he slid his finger along the siding one last time and smirked with pleasure. He salivated at his work and it dripped down his chin onto the ground. On the wall in his own blood he wrote:
Johnny took a few steps back to admire his handy work, pun intended, and laughed into the night. Maybe had he been loved enough there would have been help for him. Maybe had his mother cared enough he would have kept an eye on his sister instead of fantasizing about the guts of the girl who turned him down. Maybe had he gotten some help he never would have ended up in a wrestling ring only there to cause pain in some sort of twisted attempt to mask his own. Maybe the image of that ghost white casket wouldn't be burned into his memory or the clown paint that sick freak wore when he deflowered the only person on this planet Johnny loved!
Walking away the memory played like a black and white movie reel. Jenny laid in her white casket with pink rosy cheeks and long flowing nearly platinum blonde hair. They painted her lips pink and her nails red while laying her to rest in a white dress. Johnny imagined her eyes opening and the two embracing in some twisted chain of events that lead the onlookers to grasp and pull at the chest of their shirts. 'A Miracle!' They would shout as she climbed from her forever bed and the two would run off together. She was the only one who understood Johnny, the only one who saw him for something other than useless and stupid. He wasn't good or righteous but he was her big brother and that was enough for her.
But he failed her.
They lowered that bright white casket into the ground while his mother wept and he looked on with no emotion in his face. A lily, her favorite flower, fell atop the casket from Johnny's hand as they began to unhook the belts from the machine and loved ones made their departure. Johnny clung to the daydream in his head and all this was some fools nightmare and he would wake up to her laying in bed sleeping peacefully like she had done many nights before.
He broke that day.
Three years he spent in the confinements of a white room whispering hymns of a madman as the days ticked by agonizingly slowly. Three years he thought of what he would do to that damned clown if he ever saw him again. Three years he fantasized doing to him what he had done to his sweet poor Jenny. Three years later he learned to hide the shattered pieces enough to be released back into a society that had forgotten about the girl who died at the carnival.
And yet he waited.
Oh Mandii Rider...
Johnny's voice sounds low, sad, even a little weak.
Where do I even begin to call you out on the Johnny takes a large whiff of the air bullshit. His voice is a low growl from scowled lips.
Let's take it from the top. RLF. Johnny's frown is animated and nose is snarled upward. Three months RLF had its doors open for and in those three months I had two matches before RLF was *poof* gone. One of the matches in question was against an as you call it nobody the other against Michael Maddox who although wrestling challenged Johnny takes in a deep breath and lets out a long sigh is neither a nobody or rookie. We all start somewhere Ms. Rider not all of us have a last name that puts us closer to the main event because of an established brother and cousin. I won those matches by the way so they must have less than half a brain according to you. Johnny puts on a wide smile. And as far as an impact I could claim my presents closed the place down because three weeks from my signing and the doors were closed, two weeks if you take into account one show was never aired. Just like you claim to be the reason women aren't just eye candy or you're the reason certain women's divisions started to thrive I can claim that the impact I made on RLF was that they couldn't handle the man they commercialized as a nightmare. Do you see what being at the right place at the ring time can do? It can make you look more important than you actually are and you as well as I know you love Johnny emphasizes the word 'love' when that happens.
Johnny throws his head back and begins to laugh. HAHAHAHAHA Johnny takes a deep breath in and follows it with a squealing sound similar to a pig but slightly slower in volume. Ohhhhh Mandii you really try to pretend you know everything about a person. Did I love Jenny, did I hate Jenny, was I just obes-s-s-sed Johnny holds the 's' sound longer than usual with Jenny. You may not know the difference between love and hate given your history with lovers but I never made my intentions with Jenny clear. Does Jenny look like my dearly departed sister? Yes. Does that mean I want to fuck her? No. I'm criminally insane not incestual but word from the grape vine is your family lineage has a few closer than cousin fuckers dangling from that nut tree. Johnny puckers his lips in an 'O' shape before covering his mouth like he told a secret he wasn't supposed to. Talk about family issues am-I-right? Johnny takes on a goofy sarcastic type of tone.
Don't- Don't you hate your mother? And didn't you have brother issues? Johnny taps his lips with his finger tips. Talk about calling the kettle black. Oh but that's what you do Johnny's pitch is a little higher you point out allllllll the things wrong with someone else without seeing that what you're really doing is pointing out your insecurities.
Let's get one thing straight I don't have a problem following rules I have a problem with authority. The rules in our match are more like guidelines anyway. If I want to win Johnny holds out a hand I follow the guidelines but if my goal isn't winning and is just to knock you down a few pegs Johnny holds out his other hand a little higher then I lose but really at what cost? My intentions go beyond simple pant accessories and a win loss ratio. I'm not as simple minded as you and think the only way to be somebody is to win. In fact if I knocked you out in the first five minutes of our match I'll be known as the Clown who decimated the great Mandii Rider, Revival and Tag Team champion! Johnny boasts loudly his voice echoes in the distances. That's a much better title than 'winner' in my book but in yours I'm still just a loser. Johnny frowns similar to a sad clown painting.
Isn't it strange how someone's perception of something can be vastly different from others? For example, in all of Mandii Rider's stories, who is the heroine? Mandii Rider. Who brought the women of wrestling to the forefront? Mandii Rider. Who turned an entire division around just by signing the dotted line? Mandii Rider. Who brought meaning to meaningless championships? Mandii Rider. In someone else's story Mandii Rider needed to be saved by men Johnny puts a finger to his lips with a shhhhhh sound but don't tell anybody because she's also riding the coattails of the real women paving the way for a change in wrestling. In someone else's story Mandii Rider took over a dead division and management started recruiting women so the championship wasn't passed between two people over and over. In someone else's story Mandii Rider was handed greatness because two men worked for it. My perception of you, Mandii Rider, is everything you boast about and everything you claimed to be is a sham, a lie, a hoax. History doesn't lie but the people who lived it do and as long as the others in that history book aren't around who's to call out the bullshit? Johnny smiles devilishly. Remember kids' doubt goes a long way with people who don't know who they are. Johnny gives a wink.
Speaking of perceptions, yours is I'm only here for Jenny and mine is your only here for Chris. See that dynamic? My perception is the only reason you started kissing Jenny's wrestling boots is so you could be closer to Chris Chaos. Want to know why I have the perception I do Mandii? Johnny puts a finger to his chin and leans in close. Because if anyone looks like a love sick puppy it's you. You can't be alone. You need a man in your life to make you feel valued. Hmmmmmmmm I call bullshit on your whole history since all you do is follow men.
If anyone is coming in on a high horse it's you, it's always you. Look at all these accomplishments I've racked up over my long career as a wrestler. All these championships I had. Who remembers you though? Who sees the name Mandii Rider and goes 'I remember her from way back in the day and how good she was.' Impacts aren't just made with winning or championships. Even you said it yourself, I made a legacy by kidnapping people even if they were just attempts according to you. I'll be remembered for that for a loooooooong time. Matter of fact you remembered me just by stalking Jenny. You invalidated your argument that no one remembers you until you win and have championships. You invalidate it every time you mention you're known for being a part of the women revolution in wrestling.
Johnny stands tall with his arms crossed over his chest in a serious manner. How many championships have you won in the last five years? How many times have you quit a company and come back months later? Hypocrite. Johnny snaps his jaw shut making a loud sound when his teeth clench together. You're still using wrestling to cope with your shitty reality. The reality is your daughter wants nothing to do with you because you never wanted anything to do with her wrestling was always more important. The reality is you joined a group that hates you for a man who doesn't want you and is hung up on his ex because he made the mistake of putting his beef stick in your meat curtains. The reality is you fucked over a former friend and a former lover but instead of commiting to your actions you play martyr so just encase you end up alone you have someone to fall back in love with who will take you in and love you the way you think you need to be loved. The only difference now is instead of realizing your reality in a hotel room you realize it on a couch while you talk it out with a therapist. No wonder you say I need therapy because you need me to be on your level.
Hiding, HAHAHAHAHAHA, I'm hiding nothing while you hide everything. I’m an open book I’m not scared of what’s written on the pages. You hide how broken of a woman you are and how badly you need people beside you. A shell of a human Johnny's voice grows deeper and deeper with every sentence who can't move on from the past? Every time you come back from a hiatus the past is the first thing you bring up. The past is what you brought up yet again when attempting to make yourself look wise and better. I maaaaaaaaaaaay still have my past nipping at my heels but at least I'm man enough to admit it. You're trying to outrun yours while telling everyone you're fine you're put together you’re over it. Projection Johnny barks. Hypocrite! Johnny snaps his jaw down with a bite and a click of his teeth. LIAR! Johnny growls.
Heh. Johnny lowers his head with a devilish smile and evil intent in his eyes. You're right. He raises his head slowly while chattering his teeth with a smile. I do have mommy issues. He licks his lips in a fast motion. You remind me of her actually. Johnny growls under his breathing.
Projection.
Johnny laughs slowly and ominously.
Hypocrite. Ha-HaHa-HA
His laughter grows.
Li-ar.
His laughter stops and he shakes his index finger from side to side in a 'no no' manner.
And you know what I did to that bitch?
Johnny stops moving and is perfectly still.
I let that bitch die. I let her kill herself. I watched her take her last breath and loved every second of it. HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA
Maniacally Johnny laughs into the abyss. He stops for a moment.
And I'll watch you choke on your blood when I knock your teeth in and the world goes dark for you. I’ll watch as the light behind your eyes fade away and all that’s left is the realization it’s over, you lost. And guess what? I’ll love every fucking second of it.
Johnny cocks his head to the side with no emotion on his face.
You're next bitch.
The end. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA