  
Chapter Ten: One Last Time. One Last Fight. I've been having trouble sleeping for months. They give me pills. I don't take them. The nightmares are unpleasant, but the actual few moments I see my kids in my dreams are what keep me going. It's mind numbing. It's painful. The only thing keeping my mind off of all of this shit and running the company is this...my final match in Carnage Wrestling. I look over my very slim files on these two. I sigh. I lite up my cigarette. I should quit. I should have stopped a long time ago, but honestly I'm hoping something kills me before this match. "So for the final show I'm fighting a girl trying to keep her precious money and a...robot...a robot whose apparently a sex toy..." I sigh. Maybe Joe had a point. I lost my match to Cass and I could have been in the final match for the Baltimore Championship, but this is what happens when you have a split focus from work and concerns about my personal life. I sigh. This is my legacy. This is my final moment. This is the exclamation point or the question mark on my career so far. For weeks I've been getting phone calls, constantly, from other federations trying to get me to sign up before the final curtain is drawn here. It's so different from when OWF closed. This is what's been coming for a while. Yet it's still a crash I don't want to happen. I tried talking to the board. Something is going on. It's not money. Someone just wants to stop...I can't say I blame them. There has been a poison going thru our systems for months. A toxic miasma that chokes the very life out of the federation. Under normal circumstances I could combat that. I could motivate this shit to rise like the phoenix from the ashes, but I can't do it now. And I have accepted that I can not stop this destruction. "But I can decide how I go out. I can decide how I am going to leave my mark on this match. And these two poor souls...I'm sorry."I smile to myself. I don't have any reason to hold back. I got nothing to lose. And these two don't strike me as taking this seriously. One more lesson. One more blood bath. One. More. Horror. "Let the games begin...
So Android 69. I can't believe I'm actually taking this seriously, but let's say for a moment I believe this horseshit. I mean...I've dealt with superheroes, pornstars, and a guy who throws lawndarts at people's crotches over the years... The latter one is my kids godfather actually, good guy, you'd like him. Hell you'd like my former brother in law to. What do I mean by that? Well. You see. You do for once have me at a disadvantage. What? It's no secret when it comes to gore and violence I am the biggest sinner of all, but when it comes to sex... I'm kind of a prude. After all I've only been with three women my whole life. Yeah. I know kids. You didn't wanna find out this way, but it brings up a point. How can someone like me deal with...that in the ring? Very simple. You're a machine. I'm a man. What does that actually mean for you though? What does that mean for your advanced mind? What could you possibly fear from me? Simple. Do your research. Oh I know your Dr. Willey mother fucker is gonna tell you that I am some washed up hack. That I am a hardcore legend only because I haven't faced the likes of you. The future! If you honestly believe that I can honestly say that I am sorry that your programmer is a fucking idiot. He thinks he's Elon Musk...when really...he's more like the guy who designed the Titanic. Not even a real doctor. Thinks he's going to take over the world with a sexbot? I mean, if this was the fifties...sure. But come on man. There are things on fourchan and pornhub alone that makes your creation look like a joke. So you brought him into my industry. I'm a third generation superstar. Multi-federation world champion. I am a legend in this business because I worked for it and you think your little side show is going to intimidate me? Is going to beat me? Is going to break me? Ohhhhhh... I'm gonna fuck this machine up... You're gonna call me daddy. Hope you got a god damn safeword.exe ready go blow mother fucker because quite honestly if you are a robot...then I can go all out. I don't have to play fair. I get to obliterate your fucking ass and any other vital bodyparts I want to because you know what...I don't have anything to lose. No reprimand. No bullshit. No one to tell me I'm wrong. No one to stop me! And once you figure out just who the hell I am that is going to probably disturb you more than anything you've ever done robot. Because let's face a simple fucking fact of life with you and all of your fucking bullshit. All of this mockery you wanna make of my god damn home! I...am the measuring stick. I am the one everyone has had to go thru to make it in this god damn fucking federation and one more time I get to do it again. Only this time... I get to go all out because no one is going to stop me? Who would? Kyra Johnson? She wants this place to burn more than the board of directors does? Tweeder? He really doesn't give a flying fuck either. So all that leaves is my own limitations on what I can do, but what we have here is a rare occassion...because you can take all of my load can't you big boy? Can't you just wait to hit me with all you fucking got. To pernitrate me with all of your power and you know what's going to happen right at the end of it all. When you're spent! When you've blown your load! I'm gonna get back up, dust myself up, touch up my corpsepaint... ...And SPLATTER YOUR FUCKING LUBRICATED PARTS ALL OVER THE GOD DAMN FRONT ROW YOUR FUCKING LITTLE DICKED FUCK!! When I am done with that...then I'm gonna grab that fucking little masked mechanic you got...and since he made you I'm gonna take the only vital part of your god damn body left...and shove it up his rectum... And I hope it damn near kills him. Because right now...I don't care about winning or losing...I just wanna set the god damn arena on fire...and you've got flammable parts. Merry Christmas to me...
We see Trent Steel backstage at the Carnage arena, dropping off goodbye gifts to the staff and crew that are backstage. After a while Trent goes to his area of the locker room and pulls out his corpse paint. He begins to adorn his face. Taking special care for tonight is going to be one of the nights that all of Baltimore is gonna remember. He looks down at his bag and pulls out one possession we don't normally see him carry. It's his Carnage Wrestling World Heavyweight Title. He smile as he puts it aside and pulls out something else from the gymbag. It's a picture. A family picture. We see a smiling happy Trent Steel with his three children. Jamie, Ryan, and Amy Jade all look so happy around their dad. Their mom, Jennifer, off in the background a bit. Her brother Jason. Trent's adopted child Justin. Trent's father. Trent's mother. Trent's nephew Sebastian. Everyone whose been missing. Everyone whose been gone. Everyone who was kidnapped. Trent looks at the photo. No tears come at first, but Trent lets them start to flow as he starts to shake with anger. As he starts to lose control. As he starts to let it all go...
"One...More...Fight...One...More...Time!!"He says to himself as he puts his shades on. He sits down, no more need to get dressed. There are hours to kill. There is time to kill...and most of all...there are little children who need to learn the ultimate lesson...
That no one is going to mess with "The Son of a Bitch" and come out the way they came in!
Oh...poor little rich bitch. How you think you know me, but I know you quite well because for almost two decades I have seen every blue blood whiney ass wannabe Kim or Paris come and go and quite honestly child... Your brother must have really fucking hated you. See, I don't personally care about your money. It's not even your money, and I get that. I've been handed over eighty percent of a multi-billion dollar corporation. I was entrusted with that power. Those people depending on me to keep their jobs. To make sure they can afford to live their lives. But you...horrible bitches like you know nothing of that. You know nothing of sacrifice. Of the greater good. All you want is comfort you were born into. My children were born into your world as well, and you know what I have always taught them is the value of earning it. Something your brother must be trying to teach you, but let's be honest here. Like most rich people you're to stupid to actually learn something. No worries. Trent's gonna fix that for you. See you can talk down about wrestling all you want, but I have a question for you. How are you gonna win your matches if I break your spine? How are you gonna win your matches if I tear off that pretty face of yours in a match? What do I mean? Have you ever heard of Jason Blood. Of course you have. You're rich after all. Jason use to be my bother in law. He was my tag team partner. But at one point I thought Jason had done something to wrong me. So, locked in a steel cage, I lite a barbwire baseball bat on fire...and waited till it was hot enough to melt the flesh off his face, and I watched his face turn into pizza... And I love Jason Blood. I like Jason Blood. I tolerate Jason Blood. Now a lil whiny ass bitch who likes to talk shit about my home? My wrestling home for years that I made? The place I have carried more than you have taken to lying on your back to get where you are today...What would I do to you? Oh you think I'm worried about the robot? No. You think I can't destroy two people at once? You see people like you deserve what's about to come and I enjoy being Fate's Justice. Here comes Judgement day for you. And I know you think your "sex appeal" is gonna help you here, but hunny I gotta say...Skank aint my type. The closest woman here to my type is Kyra and that's only because I know she can punch as hard as I can. You. You are worse than Ken Davidson. He's all flash and no substance, but you...you can't even flash right. There's nothing to flash. There is no sizzle. I mean sucking comes natural to you because you're a lazy bitch who has never done a damn thing in her life. You have never done anything in your life. You never learned how to fight for yourself. How to become a better person. How to even be a person. No worries. I'm gonna do what you brother wanted to do. In his memory...I'm gonna smack this bitch up! And the best part about the whole thing is whose gonna stop me? You? You can't fight? Your robot friend? Psh. His mechanic? Johnny Vegas? Boy? Anyone in the back? No one wants to fuck with me because they know I will come after them after this place closes and I will obliterate their damn fucking federations, lives, and loved ones with extreme prejudice because let's face it...anything goes when everything is gone. I have everything you could ever want Emily... And I'd give it all up and my wrestling career to see my kids again. To know they are alright. Where is the reward for all my hard work? Where is my big send off? Where is my thank you for every fucking thing I have done for this god damn federation? Oh wait...actually caring about me might take away from Axton Gunn's soap opera of the week, or Cassanova English's oh woe is me preaching seminar. No one gives a fuck about me. No one cares what I've done. They used me and threw me the fuck away. And they know it... So...my reward is making sure you don't fucking ruin my god damn fucking profession with your stupid bullshit "Oh look at me I'm a girl"...who cares. No seriously...who gives a fuck about you when we got a wrestling sexbot? When we got proud homosexual men standing up for their lifestyle and choices while also proving hey...they're damn good wrestlers. What makes you special when a third generation superstar is our world champion who started out as a miserable little bitch and is now one of the most admirable wrestlers I know. I've wrestled Christopher Fucking Marlowe... I've wrestled JC! I've wrestled Will Prydor! I've wrestled Tweeder! I AM THE GOD DAMN FUCKING GOD OF WRESTLING IN THIS FUCKING FEDERATION AND YOU HAVE DONE FUCKED AROND AND YOU ARE GONNA FIND OUT FUCKING BITCH JUST HOW THE FUCK WE DO THINGS IN BALTIMORE ON MY GOD DAMN WATCH! I AM CARNAGE WRESTLING...and it isn't over until I fucking say it's over. You scared yet? Because I know any friends you think you have...any of them...they aint coming to save your ass. No one is. You know why? Because as usual... I'm the last man standing. The Final Rogue. And I will not be stopped or beaten by the likes of a stupid little bitch like you whose only after something she hasn't earned. You're worried about losing...worry about losing more than your money. Because right now...all that's in my hands...is your future. Now...has it dawned on you...That you're messing with THE SON OF A BITCH! I know neither of you are sterner stuff...but it doesn't mean I can't make you better by breaking you down and building you back up. One last time. One last fight... I'm sorry kids...but you're gonna see Daddy pissed off because he feels pissed on... This one's for "The Legion!"
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