His face is grim and tired, and minor exhaustion reads on his features. Steve had kept him locked in the Myrtle Beach branch of his training corporation for the past three days. An endless 72 hours of vigorous training etched in sweat and even blood. Ichabod didn't understand his trainer's obsession this week. It was only Rage... well, only Rage and the Dark Force.
The Dark Force, newest collaboration of "talent" to form what we have lovingly come to call a stable. Rage's anger and obsession with me is becoming dangerous, but not to myself. To his ownself.
The lot of you, Dark Force, and Rage, seem to feel pretty confident that you have this battle in the bag, though you don't say a whole lot about it. This means I have one of two things to worry about. First of all, it could be surmised that Rage truly is surpassed with anger at me for tormenting his little bitch, and that that anger will give him the drive needed to take me down. Well he may be angry for the past weeks events, but my anger stems from nearly a year of bullshit started with a chairshot from Selena. My rage has grown and matured into an effective weapon. Yours is just blossoming and you have much to learn about grabbing that power by the horns and turning it on your enemies, ya fuckin choad. The other thing I would have to worry about is the entire Dark Force coming down to the ring to help Rage when he is going to need it most. I've already seen that Selena will be ringside for this match. No worries there, for Deidre and Steve will be there as well, waiting for your fat ass to interfere. As far as the rest of you, bring all of your dumbasses down. I will one by one bounce all of your impudent heads off the mat. And Rage, you can bring your anger, bring your vengeance, bring your ho, bring your women that are the Dark Force, you can bring all that shit. Its not going to matter, because you are going to feel blow after blow cracking your pitiful skull wide open, your blood staining the mat, your patheticness reeking in that arena. And after I Bitch Thump your fucking nose out of the back of your coddamned head, I'll pin you 1-2-3, and I will stand in victory over your broken lifeless body, and spit on your carcass. You are not ready for what is in store for you, and nothing will prepare you. You've stepped into some shit that isn't none of your business, you stupid son of a bitch, and you will pay. No one can save you, not Selena, not the Dark Force, not even God will help you. God laughs at all of you as you use his name to justify your actions. He knows how infinitely insignificant you all are, and that only the name of a god can make you feel important, like you matter. And I know this as well, and I will show God and the world that no matter how angry you are, you are still nothing. You wanna kill me? Bring it son, cause its going to be a pleasure showing you how close you come to death before I stop destroying you, if I even choose to stop.
He walks out to the edge of the water and puffs once more on the Newport.
Oh yeah, Selena, thanks for luring Rage in. Looks like I won't be needing your help anymore. I'm done with you, you've served your purpose.
With that he throws the butt into the massive ocean. The little cherry doesn't stand a chance against the tumultuous body of water, much like Rage against Ichabod.
Its ironic that because of Selena, I have spent the last nine months battling my rage, and now, I will battle her Rage. One thing I have learned is how to wield anger. Rage, you're stepping knee deep in something you don't know how to handle. The sickness is no longer rising. It has risen and it will stay up forever. You and your Force gather in a shack somewhere and gloat about how God will reckon with the fallen and all that shit, then go on to talk about bloodshed and violence. Your perception of redemption is so fucked up right now that only God himself could sort it out. But I am not here to sort your shit out for you. I am here to sort you out. To teach you what it means to go head to head with pure psychotic violence. You may have this fucked up image of yourself in your mind, making you think that your anger and pain drive you to succeed, and it very well may be that way with some of the lesser talent here. But I am not one of those. I am a much greater challenge. I am an act of the God you so much fear and respect. On the other hand, the lesser talent is mostly collected in that little group you are in that calls itself a force.
