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-The End of Nick Ridicule- Final Days: The Day After
by Nick Ridicule July 26th 2010, 9:29 pm
Sunday, July 25th 2010
Des Moines, Iowa
Final Days: The Day After: Part 1
-The End of Nick Ridicule-
Nick Ridicule
What have I done…
I sit at the edge of the hotel bed, my hands shaking uncontrollably in front of me. The pain in my chest is unbearable. Far worse than anything I’ve ever felt in my life. It’s like a black hole was set off inside of me, replacing my heart. Killing me, but leaving me alive to continuously die. The headache I’ve got makes it hard to comprehend anything, or think clearly, but the thoughts of what I had done pulse through my brain. They mock me, laugh at me. Why didn’t they tell this would happen? They were supposed to help me! Supposed to protect me! I fall off the edge of the bed onto the floor.
Nick Ridicule
No… please let this just be a dream…
Tears fill my eyes and I can’t tell what’s hurting me more. I can’t determine what’s physical pain, and what’s emotional pain. It’s just one great blur of pain, torturing me for letting the darkness consume me, for letting temptation eat away at me, before completely devouring me.
Nick Ridicule
… why… why the fuck didn’t anyone help me…
The thoughts of the past few months swirl around in my head, like a whirlwind of memories. The pounding from inside of my chest, feels like it‘s going to explode out, my heart consumed my fire. The room spins as I looked around, clothes littered on the floor around me. How the fuck could I have done this? How the fuck could I destroy the only thing sacred to me. I could still feel the affects of the drugs from the night before. The night before…
Nick Ridicule
Oh God…
The image of her face, replaced in my head by flashes of the past twenty four hours. Where the fuck did things go so wrong? What drove me to this low level… Suddenly I can’t catch a breath of air. My lungs shut down and I’m left gasping on the hotel floor. Was this finally it? Am I going to die? I don’t remember exactly when the panic attacks began, probably during the first Camp Condemned show, but recently they had gotten worse than ever. Suddenly my lungs fill up and I can breathe again. I live on, to hurt more.
Nick Ridicule
FUCK!
I almost scream, but manage to contain myself. I push up to my hands and knees, then look over my shoulder at her. She was still laid out on the bed, and the very sight of her made me… It was her idea, not mine. “I‘ve always wanted to give heroin a try.” She told me as we sat trapped in our Iowa Hotel room, the flood from the dam break cancelling our show and separating us from the band and everyone else. Why did we go ahead? Why did all of this happen? I look at her again, motionless, naked under a thin sheet…
Nick Ridicule
I’m gonna be sick…
I crawl across the floor. My hand slips on an astray needle and I crash face first into the rug. Like the pathetic worm that I am, I kept crawling, then get to my feet and slip into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I look at the mirror, locking eyes with myself as I stumble forward and grab the sink with both my hands. My eyes were an evil shade of red, as bloodshot as possible. The man looking back at me was a scary sight, one only interrupted by the contents of my stomach coming up into my mouth.
Nick Ridicule
Uh…Oh…
I fall down to the bathroom floor, to my hands and knees, near the toilet and begin throwing up inside. My head continues to pound, and the sound of my vomit landing inside the toilet made me even more sick. I continued throwing up, then fall down to the bathroom floor, laying on the small rug by the bathtub, in front of the toilet.
Nick Ridicule
I have to get the fuck out of here.
I was suddenly starting to burn up on top of everything else wrong with me. The fire that began in my chest, where my heart should be, was now turning into a fever. Beads of sweat began forming on my forehead and I roll over to my back, then sit up against the bathtub. I bring my shaky hands to my eyes and rub my fingers against them, trying to rid myself of the blurry vision I had, to no avail. I was seeing two of everything, a frightening blur of reality. The image of her face appears in my head again and I break down into tears once more.
Nick Ridicule
Ashley no…
I cry in my cupped hands, as I shake my head. I should have just said no, should have walked away from the drugs when I had the chance. Why would I put Ashley in so much harm? Why would I put myself in a position where I jeopardized everything?
Nick Ridicule
FUCK!
I throw my right hand at the wall and put it through. What a sensation. The pain filling me was so much, that driving my hand through the wall brought me no pain at all. I pull my hand out of the wall and look at the knuckles, cut up, beginning to bleed, turning black and blue while swelling. I knew my hand was either broken, or that I had dislocated some knuckles, but the pain just didn’t register.
I try to get up, struggling to my feet. I flush the toilet, then stagger to the sink and turn it on. I catch a glimpse of my reflection and immediately look away, down at the running water. I splash my face a few times, then rinse my mouth out, before leaving the bathroom.
I slowly walk back into the bedroom, staring only at the floor in front of me, as I walk to the table with my stuff on it. I look down at the table, needles scattered about. A bottle of vicoden spilled over, on its side. A pack of cigarettes, lighter, and one hitter fully packed next to my wallet, notebook and cell phone.
Slowly, I turn my head and look over my right shoulder towards the bed again. I let out a sigh as I stare at her, sprawled out on the bed still. Her face covered my her arms and a pillow. I quickly turn my attention back to the table and reach underneath. I reach into my bag and pull out a sweatshirt, then quickly put it up.
I look around for my pants, then notice they are by the bed. I walk towards them, taking one slow step at a time. I grab my pants and pull them on, watching her on the bed.
Nick Ridicule
I’m sorry Ashley…
I whisper, as I break my focus from her a final time and walk back to the table. I grab the bottle of pills and close the lid on them, then shove them into my pocket, letting a few of the pills falls out onto the table. I reach over and grab my notebook, along with the one hitter, lighter, and cell phone. I put the notebook under my arm, and everything else in my pants pocket. Then grab a few of the fallen pills and throw them into my mouth, eating them like candy. I look around one final time, before I leave..
To Be Continued…
Des Moines, Iowa
Final Days: The Day After: Part 1
-The End of Nick Ridicule-
Nick Ridicule
What have I done…
I sit at the edge of the hotel bed, my hands shaking uncontrollably in front of me. The pain in my chest is unbearable. Far worse than anything I’ve ever felt in my life. It’s like a black hole was set off inside of me, replacing my heart. Killing me, but leaving me alive to continuously die. The headache I’ve got makes it hard to comprehend anything, or think clearly, but the thoughts of what I had done pulse through my brain. They mock me, laugh at me. Why didn’t they tell this would happen? They were supposed to help me! Supposed to protect me! I fall off the edge of the bed onto the floor.
Nick Ridicule
No… please let this just be a dream…
Tears fill my eyes and I can’t tell what’s hurting me more. I can’t determine what’s physical pain, and what’s emotional pain. It’s just one great blur of pain, torturing me for letting the darkness consume me, for letting temptation eat away at me, before completely devouring me.
Nick Ridicule
… why… why the fuck didn’t anyone help me…
The thoughts of the past few months swirl around in my head, like a whirlwind of memories. The pounding from inside of my chest, feels like it‘s going to explode out, my heart consumed my fire. The room spins as I looked around, clothes littered on the floor around me. How the fuck could I have done this? How the fuck could I destroy the only thing sacred to me. I could still feel the affects of the drugs from the night before. The night before…
Nick Ridicule
Oh God…
The image of her face, replaced in my head by flashes of the past twenty four hours. Where the fuck did things go so wrong? What drove me to this low level… Suddenly I can’t catch a breath of air. My lungs shut down and I’m left gasping on the hotel floor. Was this finally it? Am I going to die? I don’t remember exactly when the panic attacks began, probably during the first Camp Condemned show, but recently they had gotten worse than ever. Suddenly my lungs fill up and I can breathe again. I live on, to hurt more.
Nick Ridicule
FUCK!
I almost scream, but manage to contain myself. I push up to my hands and knees, then look over my shoulder at her. She was still laid out on the bed, and the very sight of her made me… It was her idea, not mine. “I‘ve always wanted to give heroin a try.” She told me as we sat trapped in our Iowa Hotel room, the flood from the dam break cancelling our show and separating us from the band and everyone else. Why did we go ahead? Why did all of this happen? I look at her again, motionless, naked under a thin sheet…
Nick Ridicule
I’m gonna be sick…
I crawl across the floor. My hand slips on an astray needle and I crash face first into the rug. Like the pathetic worm that I am, I kept crawling, then get to my feet and slip into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I look at the mirror, locking eyes with myself as I stumble forward and grab the sink with both my hands. My eyes were an evil shade of red, as bloodshot as possible. The man looking back at me was a scary sight, one only interrupted by the contents of my stomach coming up into my mouth.
Nick Ridicule
Uh…Oh…
I fall down to the bathroom floor, to my hands and knees, near the toilet and begin throwing up inside. My head continues to pound, and the sound of my vomit landing inside the toilet made me even more sick. I continued throwing up, then fall down to the bathroom floor, laying on the small rug by the bathtub, in front of the toilet.
Nick Ridicule
I have to get the fuck out of here.
I was suddenly starting to burn up on top of everything else wrong with me. The fire that began in my chest, where my heart should be, was now turning into a fever. Beads of sweat began forming on my forehead and I roll over to my back, then sit up against the bathtub. I bring my shaky hands to my eyes and rub my fingers against them, trying to rid myself of the blurry vision I had, to no avail. I was seeing two of everything, a frightening blur of reality. The image of her face appears in my head again and I break down into tears once more.
Nick Ridicule
Ashley no…
I cry in my cupped hands, as I shake my head. I should have just said no, should have walked away from the drugs when I had the chance. Why would I put Ashley in so much harm? Why would I put myself in a position where I jeopardized everything?
Nick Ridicule
FUCK!
I throw my right hand at the wall and put it through. What a sensation. The pain filling me was so much, that driving my hand through the wall brought me no pain at all. I pull my hand out of the wall and look at the knuckles, cut up, beginning to bleed, turning black and blue while swelling. I knew my hand was either broken, or that I had dislocated some knuckles, but the pain just didn’t register.
I try to get up, struggling to my feet. I flush the toilet, then stagger to the sink and turn it on. I catch a glimpse of my reflection and immediately look away, down at the running water. I splash my face a few times, then rinse my mouth out, before leaving the bathroom.
I slowly walk back into the bedroom, staring only at the floor in front of me, as I walk to the table with my stuff on it. I look down at the table, needles scattered about. A bottle of vicoden spilled over, on its side. A pack of cigarettes, lighter, and one hitter fully packed next to my wallet, notebook and cell phone.
Slowly, I turn my head and look over my right shoulder towards the bed again. I let out a sigh as I stare at her, sprawled out on the bed still. Her face covered my her arms and a pillow. I quickly turn my attention back to the table and reach underneath. I reach into my bag and pull out a sweatshirt, then quickly put it up.
I look around for my pants, then notice they are by the bed. I walk towards them, taking one slow step at a time. I grab my pants and pull them on, watching her on the bed.
Nick Ridicule
I’m sorry Ashley…
I whisper, as I break my focus from her a final time and walk back to the table. I grab the bottle of pills and close the lid on them, then shove them into my pocket, letting a few of the pills falls out onto the table. I reach over and grab my notebook, along with the one hitter, lighter, and cell phone. I put the notebook under my arm, and everything else in my pants pocket. Then grab a few of the fallen pills and throw them into my mouth, eating them like candy. I look around one final time, before I leave..
To Be Continued…
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Re: -The End of Nick Ridicule- Final Days: The Day After
by Nick Ridicule July 26th 2010, 9:44 pm
Tuesday, June 29th 2010
The City of Salvation
Camp Condemned Summer Tour: Event I: Part 1
:The Beginning, of the end, of all things sacred:
Before waking up completely, I laid with my eyes shut, reliving the entire Simple Survival Event. For my entire life, as long as I could remember, it was my dream to be the greatest professional wrestler of all time. At Simple Survival I was able to do something that would leave a lasting impression in everyone’s mind, my pitch for why I should be considered the best ever.
Nick Ridicule
Ashley, you up?
I opened my eyes, looking up at the sky on top of the tour bus, where Ashley and I had fallen asleep looking at the stars above the city of Salvation after celebrating my win at Simple Survival the night before. I looked to my right to see Ashley’s sleeping bag crumpled up beside me, empty.
Nick Ridicule
Babe?
Using my feet I kicked my sleeping bag away from me, then stood up on the roof of the bus and looked around in all directions. I walked to the front of the bus and looked at the mighty ASSGRINDER rollercoaster, fully set up in the distance.
Nick Ridicule
Fuckaluckadingdong…
It was the most massive rollercoaster I had ever seen before in my life. So huge that trying to follow the track with my eyes was difficult. I stared on in awe of the perfect ride.
Nick Ridicule
Thefuckisthat?
I looked at the triple loop-d-loop which immediately twirled into a corkscrew twist. Never in my life had anything seemed more intimidating to me. I started to think abut the warnings I had got during the Thailand Tournament of death and shook my head.
Nick Ridicule
I’m gonna fucking die riding that.
I slid down the front of the bus, holding onto the roof, then looked through the front windshield into the bus to see if anyone else was awake. The bus was massive and had room to fit the entire band comfortably, with room to spare. I pressed my forehead against the glass but couldn’t see anyone so I let go and landed on the grass in front of the bus. I walked around the front of the bus, then pushed the door open and walked up the steps.
Nick Ridicule
MATTY, KATTY, GET THE FUCK UP! WE’RE RIDING ASSGRINDER SO WE CAN START THIS TOUR.
I don’t know why I enjoyed yelling so much while others were sleeping, but something about it made me smile. Monster was the first one up, falling from him bunk in the back, straight to the floor, crashing down like a ton of bricks. Followed, soon after, by Matt and Kat who got down from the same bunk.
Matt Biggars
How the fuck do you always have energy this early?
I shrugged my shoulders, smiling as I watched the group get their stuff together to get ready.
Nick Ridicule
You either get busy living, or you get busy dying. Is Ashley in here?
Kat pulled on her Nick Ridicule “I‘ve got a middle finger, just for you” T-Shirt, then looked at me and flipped me off. I smile wide and return the favor, flipping her the bird.
Nick Ridicule
I’m going to go find her, we’ll meet up at ASSGRINDER!
I raised my arms into the air as Matt stared at me angrily. He was not a morning person, in fact, he was not a people person unless he was completely baked and didn’t care.
Matt Biggars
Why do you always scream the name?
I shrug, with a smirk on my face.
Nick Ridicule
I have no idea, just something about it I guess.
I turned around and walked out of the bus, then walked around the city entrance building. I was looking for a golf cart to take but they were all gone. I pulled out my cell phone and quickly sent Ashley a text to find out where she was. I walked through the city, then stopped as I saw Roger tied up outside the Cyrus mansion.
Nick Ridicule
Hey buddy.
Roger noticed me and tried to run at me, barking his loudest, before being stopped by the collar on his neck. He tried to fight through the collar, but realized he wasn’t going anywhere and backed up, staring at me with a menacing look on his puppy face.
Nick Ridicule
Why do you dogs hate me?
I flipped Roger off and approached the front door of the mansion, just as Ashley was stepping out, a smile gracing her beautiful face.
Nick Ridicule
Hey babe, I was looking for you, what are you doing here?
She looked at me, then ran to me and jumped into my arms, hugging me tight. She kissed my cheek as she pulled away from me and replied.
Ashley Ridicule
Morning, hun. You said yesterday Cyrus seemed depressed when you talked to him, so I thought I would come and have a chat with him this morning, try to bring his mood up.
I was surprised, but Ashley was such a warm hearted and kind person that it made sense she would check on her godfather.
Nick Ridicule
Oh yeah? Did he throw you out? Do I need to kick his ass?
Ashley giggled as she walked over and untied Roger, who was beyond happy to see her.
Ashley Ridicule
No, we had a great talk, I learned a lot about him.
I watched as Roger dragged Ashley away from me, the two walking away down the trail towards the entrance building.
Nick Ridicule
Wait, what?
I hurried to catch up, following behind, then walking alongside Ashley. It was surprising that they talked. It’s one thing to go check on Brenton, it’s completely different to have a talk with him. Whenever I talked to him lately it was never a high moment.
Ashley Ridicule
It was really nice.
Ashley looked ahead at the path and Roger as I stared at her, still surprised. She just continued to stare ahead, a smile on her face.
Nick Ridicule
What did you talk about?
She looked at me, raising an eyebrow.
Ashley Ridicule
He told me about removing the Alison tattoo from his arm, then he told me all about his first love.
I shook my head shocked.
Nick Ridicule
I didn’t even know he got that removed! But at least I know the story of his love for Megan.
Ashley shook her head.
Ashley Ridicule
No, not Megan. He told me about someone named Sara Elizabeth, the co-star from the North Mason high school musical movies.
Nick Ridicule
Who? Wait, wait, wait, he just sat there and told you all about himself?
Ashley Ridicule
Sort of, I asked him to make a video, then when he thought I left I followed him and watched… You know what, never mind, I shouldn’t have told you any of this, It’s personal and Brenton trusted me enough to tell me, that’s all.
Nick Ridicule
Wow… Ok, if you don’t want to tell me, you don’t have too. But… Why did he tell you?
Ashley Ridicule
You’ve known me for a long time babe, you know when I want to know something, nothing will stop me.
Nick Ridicule
One of the many reasons I love you.
We continued to walk down the path, silently. Making our way back to the tour bus. Ashley brought Roger into the bus, while Matt and Kat were loading up the bong. Ashley lays Roger down on our bed, then looks at us sitting at the table near the front of the bus.
Ashley Ridicule
You all just woke up!
Ashley stares at all three of us, who stare back at her. Monster scoots past Ashley and joins the rest of us at the table as Kat breaks the pot up before loading the bowl and sliding the bong across to Matt.
Matt Biggars
WAKE-N-BAKE! WAKE-N-BAKE! WAKE-N-BAKE! WAKE-N-BAKE! WAKE-N-BAKE!
Matt pounds his fists down into the table as he continuously chants. Ashley rolls her eyes and walks past all of us, then steps off the bus. Kat looks at me.
Katrina Costick
What’s wrong with her?
I shook my head. Ashley was perfectly fine, she seemed that way to me anyway.
Nick Ridicule
Nothing.
Matt scooted closer to me and put his face as close as he could to the side of mine. He pounds his fists into the table and continues chanting in my ear.
Matt Biggars
WAKE-N-BAKE! WAKE-N-BAKE! WAKE-N-BAKE! WAKE-N-BAKE!
Katrina Costick
Enough.
Kat pulls out her lighter, a custom made BIC that looked exactly like her guitar, then slides it to Matt. He smiles massively and puts his mouth over the top of the bong, then lights the weed in the bowl and takes a hit.
Katrina Costick
That’s right…
Kat reaches out and pats Matt on the back of the head, then smiles.
Katrina Costick
suck it bitch…
Matt’s eyes widen and he bursts into laughter, choking on the smoke inside his lungs, causing him to cough. Kat and I laugh while Monster pats him on the back.
Matt Biggars
*Cough* Thanks… *Cough* …*Cough*…. Man. *Cough*
Kat and I continue laughing. She grabs the bong and repacks it, then slides it to me as Matt coughs and gasps for air.
Matt Biggars
Assholes!
I smile and grab her lighter, then put my mouth on the bong. Before I can take a hit, Kat practically screams.
Katrina Costick
ARE YOU READY!?
I burst into laughter, along with Matt who’s laughing while he practically chokes to death.
Nick Ridicule
Hilarious.
Katrina Costick
I should have waited for you to smoke, damn it.
I take my hit and fill my lungs up, then lean back as I exhale.
Matt Biggars
We’ve been smoking together for months and I can’t remember a time when you’ve coughed.
Katrina Costick
You can’t even remember ten minutes ago, you’re always stoned.
Matt Biggars
Hey! Actually, when you’re right, you’re right. I am always stoned.
Matt shrugs and grabs the bong. He grabs a pinch of some weed in his fingers, then he packs the bowl and slides the bong to Kat.
Matt Biggars
Ready for some payback, muchacho?
Kat slowly places her mouth over the top of the bong, she winks at Matt and I light it up for her. She blazes the bowl, and inhales the smoke, staring at Matt.
Matt Biggars
Damn it… too much pressure… I can’t think of anything funny to say!
Kat slowly exhales, the smoke leaving her mouth and entering her nose. I was already fucking baked, and the thought of riding Assgrinder reentered my mind.
Nick Ridicule
We’re going to ride the self proclaimed sickest rollercoaster on earth…stoned.
Matt Biggars
Why not? It works well for everything else that I do!
Matt chuckles and packs the bowl again, then hands it to Monster who just stares at me. He grabs the bong and lighter ad takes a hit, looking at me the entire time.
Katrina Costick
I’m ready if you guys are.
We got up and Matt sprayed me with some Axe.
Matt Biggars
Takes the weed smell away…
He continues to spray me, drenching me in the awful smelling stuff.
Nick Ridicule
Cut it out!
Matt stopped spraying me and began to spray himself, then Monster who sat beside him, still gazing at me.
Nick Ridicule
Thefuck is your problem?
Kat grabbed me by the hand and pulled me out of the bus before he could answer me. I look around and notice Ashley sitting at a bench near the entrance building, alone, waiting for us. I pull my hand away from Kat and walk over to Ashley.
Nick Ridicule
All set.
I smile big and extend my hand out in front of Ashley, who sits still, her arms crossed over her stomach.
Nick Ridicule
Not all set? Is something wrong?
Ashley Ridicule
Why do you always get high with them?
I sit down beside Ashley and put my arm around her. I drop my head down on her shoulder getting cozy and I shrug.
Nick Ridicule
It’s just something we do.
Ashley runs one of her hands through my undone hair.
Ashley Ridicule
I don’t like you when you’re stoned all the time Nick, it’s not you.
I sit up, pulling away from her to get a loot at her. She seemed dissatisfied and I didn’t like it.
Nick Ridicule
Of course it’s me, I’m always me. It’s just a much more mellow and…
I completely forget where I’m going with the conversation and scratch my head.
Nick Ridicule
Sorry, lost my train of thought.
Ashley rolls her eyes at me.
Ashley Ridicule
Of course you did.
Ashley stands up and starts to walk away, however I’m able to grab hold of her hand and pull her down to sit on my lap.
Nick Ridicule
Come on Ashley, if it means that much to you, you know I’ll cut back.
I smile big and wide, as cheesy as can be.
Ashley Ridicule
Cut back, why not just quit?
Ashley moved in close and we kissed for the first time today. I smile and nod my head.
Nick Ridicule
Fine, I’ll quit. I don’t see what the big deal is though.
Ashley throws her hands up as she gets to her feet.
Ashley Ridicule
That’s because you’re stoned.
Nick Ridicule
Right…
Ashley Ridicule
I feel better now that we talked, come on stoney, it’s time to ride Assgrinder.
Ashley pulls me up off the bench by my hand and pulls me along towards the tour bus. The door opens and a cloud of smoke comes out followed by Matt who jumps down onto the back of Kat.
Matt Biggars
PIGGYBACK ME!
Kat walks down the trail with Matt on her back. He swings his arm down and smacks her ass as she carries him away.
Ashley Ridicule
What a weird couple the two of them are.
I smirk and shrug. They were happy together, and after keeping feelings for each other stuffed down for so long, were finally together. I was a sucker for a nice love story, and that was a good one.
Nick Ridicule
Little bit, but think of how many people thought we were a weird couple when we first started together. I’m glad I was able to help them finally end up together.
Ashley Ridicule
It was a nice thing you did for them, even during a bad circumstance.
Ashley was referring to the drug deal that went bad in Seattle with Matt. Luckily we were both able to escape from the scene, but I really chewed him out for that. Even spilled the beans about his feelings for Kat, and vice versa. We made it to the entrance of Assgrinder holding hands.
Nick Ridicule
Are you nervous?
Ashley Ridicule
About?
I point at the massive ride just feet away from us.
Nick Ridicule
ASSGRINDER!
Matt jumps off of the back of Kat and throws his arms up.
Matt Biggars
ASSGRINDER!
Kat giggles and tosses her hands up.
Katrina Costick
ASSGRINDER!
We all look at Ashley, excited and ready for her to scream ASSGRINDER, but she shakes her head.
Ashley Ridicule
No…
From off to the side I hear a familiar voice.
“C-C-C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER!”
I turn around slowly and look at Jason, then look back at Ashley and everyone else. Kat motions with her arm for me to go with them on the ride.
Nick Ridicule
I need to talk to him, just give me a few minutes.
The creators of Assgrinder looked slightly upset and the crowd around the rollercoaster was growing larger and larger, people from all over the City of Salvation, surrounding the ride as we got set to go on. I walk over to Jason and pat him on his back.
Nick Ridicule
Hey man, I haven’t talked to you in awhile. How’s it going? Are you as banged up from the match at Simple Survival as I am?
Jason Hawk.
It hurts to walk. And you were just lucky yesterday.
Nick Ridicule
Someone once said, “Luck is for losers.” and if I remember correctly, I beat you, without having to use a weapon, fair and square.
Jason Hawk.
Congratulations! Do you want a medal? Because I would have given you one if I had one. But I don't have a medal, so you get no medal.
Nick Ridicule
Whatever man, I’ve got shit to do. ASSGRINDER IS CALLING!!
The people surrounding the ride begin to chant.
“ASSGRINDER!” “ASSGRINDER!” “ASSGRINDER!” “ASSGRINDER!” “ASSGRINDER!”
Nick Ridicule
Enjoy the festival, make sure you’re backstage by eight tonight for our set!
I flip Jason off, then turn and walk away, a smirk on my face. He wanted to be a little asshole to me? I was going to be a bigger asshole to him. I join the others who are already seated in the cart. I sit next to Ashley in front and he lowers the bars down over our chests. Matt grabs my shoulders from behind.
Matt Biggars
ASSGRINDER NICK!
I smile and look at Ashley, who’s staring at me with a look of concern on her face. I reach over and grab her hand, holding it in mind, and I smirk at her with a loving look on my face.
Nick Ridicule
Assgrinder Ashley…
The ride begins, shooting us out of the starting position. No turning back now.
To Be Continued…
The City of Salvation
Camp Condemned Summer Tour: Event I: Part 1
:The Beginning, of the end, of all things sacred:
Before waking up completely, I laid with my eyes shut, reliving the entire Simple Survival Event. For my entire life, as long as I could remember, it was my dream to be the greatest professional wrestler of all time. At Simple Survival I was able to do something that would leave a lasting impression in everyone’s mind, my pitch for why I should be considered the best ever.
Nick Ridicule
Ashley, you up?
I opened my eyes, looking up at the sky on top of the tour bus, where Ashley and I had fallen asleep looking at the stars above the city of Salvation after celebrating my win at Simple Survival the night before. I looked to my right to see Ashley’s sleeping bag crumpled up beside me, empty.
Nick Ridicule
Babe?
Using my feet I kicked my sleeping bag away from me, then stood up on the roof of the bus and looked around in all directions. I walked to the front of the bus and looked at the mighty ASSGRINDER rollercoaster, fully set up in the distance.
Nick Ridicule
Fuckaluckadingdong…
It was the most massive rollercoaster I had ever seen before in my life. So huge that trying to follow the track with my eyes was difficult. I stared on in awe of the perfect ride.
Nick Ridicule
Thefuckisthat?
I looked at the triple loop-d-loop which immediately twirled into a corkscrew twist. Never in my life had anything seemed more intimidating to me. I started to think abut the warnings I had got during the Thailand Tournament of death and shook my head.
Nick Ridicule
I’m gonna fucking die riding that.
I slid down the front of the bus, holding onto the roof, then looked through the front windshield into the bus to see if anyone else was awake. The bus was massive and had room to fit the entire band comfortably, with room to spare. I pressed my forehead against the glass but couldn’t see anyone so I let go and landed on the grass in front of the bus. I walked around the front of the bus, then pushed the door open and walked up the steps.
Nick Ridicule
MATTY, KATTY, GET THE FUCK UP! WE’RE RIDING ASSGRINDER SO WE CAN START THIS TOUR.
I don’t know why I enjoyed yelling so much while others were sleeping, but something about it made me smile. Monster was the first one up, falling from him bunk in the back, straight to the floor, crashing down like a ton of bricks. Followed, soon after, by Matt and Kat who got down from the same bunk.
Matt Biggars
How the fuck do you always have energy this early?
I shrugged my shoulders, smiling as I watched the group get their stuff together to get ready.
Nick Ridicule
You either get busy living, or you get busy dying. Is Ashley in here?
Kat pulled on her Nick Ridicule “I‘ve got a middle finger, just for you” T-Shirt, then looked at me and flipped me off. I smile wide and return the favor, flipping her the bird.
Nick Ridicule
I’m going to go find her, we’ll meet up at ASSGRINDER!
I raised my arms into the air as Matt stared at me angrily. He was not a morning person, in fact, he was not a people person unless he was completely baked and didn’t care.
Matt Biggars
Why do you always scream the name?
I shrug, with a smirk on my face.
Nick Ridicule
I have no idea, just something about it I guess.
I turned around and walked out of the bus, then walked around the city entrance building. I was looking for a golf cart to take but they were all gone. I pulled out my cell phone and quickly sent Ashley a text to find out where she was. I walked through the city, then stopped as I saw Roger tied up outside the Cyrus mansion.
Nick Ridicule
Hey buddy.
Roger noticed me and tried to run at me, barking his loudest, before being stopped by the collar on his neck. He tried to fight through the collar, but realized he wasn’t going anywhere and backed up, staring at me with a menacing look on his puppy face.
Nick Ridicule
Why do you dogs hate me?
I flipped Roger off and approached the front door of the mansion, just as Ashley was stepping out, a smile gracing her beautiful face.
Nick Ridicule
Hey babe, I was looking for you, what are you doing here?
She looked at me, then ran to me and jumped into my arms, hugging me tight. She kissed my cheek as she pulled away from me and replied.
Ashley Ridicule
Morning, hun. You said yesterday Cyrus seemed depressed when you talked to him, so I thought I would come and have a chat with him this morning, try to bring his mood up.
I was surprised, but Ashley was such a warm hearted and kind person that it made sense she would check on her godfather.
Nick Ridicule
Oh yeah? Did he throw you out? Do I need to kick his ass?
Ashley giggled as she walked over and untied Roger, who was beyond happy to see her.
Ashley Ridicule
No, we had a great talk, I learned a lot about him.
I watched as Roger dragged Ashley away from me, the two walking away down the trail towards the entrance building.
Nick Ridicule
Wait, what?
I hurried to catch up, following behind, then walking alongside Ashley. It was surprising that they talked. It’s one thing to go check on Brenton, it’s completely different to have a talk with him. Whenever I talked to him lately it was never a high moment.
Ashley Ridicule
It was really nice.
Ashley looked ahead at the path and Roger as I stared at her, still surprised. She just continued to stare ahead, a smile on her face.
Nick Ridicule
What did you talk about?
She looked at me, raising an eyebrow.
Ashley Ridicule
He told me about removing the Alison tattoo from his arm, then he told me all about his first love.
I shook my head shocked.
Nick Ridicule
I didn’t even know he got that removed! But at least I know the story of his love for Megan.
Ashley shook her head.
Ashley Ridicule
No, not Megan. He told me about someone named Sara Elizabeth, the co-star from the North Mason high school musical movies.
Nick Ridicule
Who? Wait, wait, wait, he just sat there and told you all about himself?
Ashley Ridicule
Sort of, I asked him to make a video, then when he thought I left I followed him and watched… You know what, never mind, I shouldn’t have told you any of this, It’s personal and Brenton trusted me enough to tell me, that’s all.
Nick Ridicule
Wow… Ok, if you don’t want to tell me, you don’t have too. But… Why did he tell you?
Ashley Ridicule
You’ve known me for a long time babe, you know when I want to know something, nothing will stop me.
Nick Ridicule
One of the many reasons I love you.
We continued to walk down the path, silently. Making our way back to the tour bus. Ashley brought Roger into the bus, while Matt and Kat were loading up the bong. Ashley lays Roger down on our bed, then looks at us sitting at the table near the front of the bus.
Ashley Ridicule
You all just woke up!
Ashley stares at all three of us, who stare back at her. Monster scoots past Ashley and joins the rest of us at the table as Kat breaks the pot up before loading the bowl and sliding the bong across to Matt.
Matt Biggars
WAKE-N-BAKE! WAKE-N-BAKE! WAKE-N-BAKE! WAKE-N-BAKE! WAKE-N-BAKE!
Matt pounds his fists down into the table as he continuously chants. Ashley rolls her eyes and walks past all of us, then steps off the bus. Kat looks at me.
Katrina Costick
What’s wrong with her?
I shook my head. Ashley was perfectly fine, she seemed that way to me anyway.
Nick Ridicule
Nothing.
Matt scooted closer to me and put his face as close as he could to the side of mine. He pounds his fists into the table and continues chanting in my ear.
Matt Biggars
WAKE-N-BAKE! WAKE-N-BAKE! WAKE-N-BAKE! WAKE-N-BAKE!
Katrina Costick
Enough.
Kat pulls out her lighter, a custom made BIC that looked exactly like her guitar, then slides it to Matt. He smiles massively and puts his mouth over the top of the bong, then lights the weed in the bowl and takes a hit.
Katrina Costick
That’s right…
Kat reaches out and pats Matt on the back of the head, then smiles.
Katrina Costick
suck it bitch…
Matt’s eyes widen and he bursts into laughter, choking on the smoke inside his lungs, causing him to cough. Kat and I laugh while Monster pats him on the back.
Matt Biggars
*Cough* Thanks… *Cough* …*Cough*…. Man. *Cough*
Kat and I continue laughing. She grabs the bong and repacks it, then slides it to me as Matt coughs and gasps for air.
Matt Biggars
Assholes!
I smile and grab her lighter, then put my mouth on the bong. Before I can take a hit, Kat practically screams.
Katrina Costick
ARE YOU READY!?
I burst into laughter, along with Matt who’s laughing while he practically chokes to death.
Nick Ridicule
Hilarious.
Katrina Costick
I should have waited for you to smoke, damn it.
I take my hit and fill my lungs up, then lean back as I exhale.
Matt Biggars
We’ve been smoking together for months and I can’t remember a time when you’ve coughed.
Katrina Costick
You can’t even remember ten minutes ago, you’re always stoned.
Matt Biggars
Hey! Actually, when you’re right, you’re right. I am always stoned.
Matt shrugs and grabs the bong. He grabs a pinch of some weed in his fingers, then he packs the bowl and slides the bong to Kat.
Matt Biggars
Ready for some payback, muchacho?
Kat slowly places her mouth over the top of the bong, she winks at Matt and I light it up for her. She blazes the bowl, and inhales the smoke, staring at Matt.
Matt Biggars
Damn it… too much pressure… I can’t think of anything funny to say!
Kat slowly exhales, the smoke leaving her mouth and entering her nose. I was already fucking baked, and the thought of riding Assgrinder reentered my mind.
Nick Ridicule
We’re going to ride the self proclaimed sickest rollercoaster on earth…stoned.
Matt Biggars
Why not? It works well for everything else that I do!
Matt chuckles and packs the bowl again, then hands it to Monster who just stares at me. He grabs the bong and lighter ad takes a hit, looking at me the entire time.
Katrina Costick
I’m ready if you guys are.
We got up and Matt sprayed me with some Axe.
Matt Biggars
Takes the weed smell away…
He continues to spray me, drenching me in the awful smelling stuff.
Nick Ridicule
Cut it out!
Matt stopped spraying me and began to spray himself, then Monster who sat beside him, still gazing at me.
Nick Ridicule
Thefuck is your problem?
Kat grabbed me by the hand and pulled me out of the bus before he could answer me. I look around and notice Ashley sitting at a bench near the entrance building, alone, waiting for us. I pull my hand away from Kat and walk over to Ashley.
Nick Ridicule
All set.
I smile big and extend my hand out in front of Ashley, who sits still, her arms crossed over her stomach.
Nick Ridicule
Not all set? Is something wrong?
Ashley Ridicule
Why do you always get high with them?
I sit down beside Ashley and put my arm around her. I drop my head down on her shoulder getting cozy and I shrug.
Nick Ridicule
It’s just something we do.
Ashley runs one of her hands through my undone hair.
Ashley Ridicule
I don’t like you when you’re stoned all the time Nick, it’s not you.
I sit up, pulling away from her to get a loot at her. She seemed dissatisfied and I didn’t like it.
Nick Ridicule
Of course it’s me, I’m always me. It’s just a much more mellow and…
I completely forget where I’m going with the conversation and scratch my head.
Nick Ridicule
Sorry, lost my train of thought.
Ashley rolls her eyes at me.
Ashley Ridicule
Of course you did.
Ashley stands up and starts to walk away, however I’m able to grab hold of her hand and pull her down to sit on my lap.
Nick Ridicule
Come on Ashley, if it means that much to you, you know I’ll cut back.
I smile big and wide, as cheesy as can be.
Ashley Ridicule
Cut back, why not just quit?
Ashley moved in close and we kissed for the first time today. I smile and nod my head.
Nick Ridicule
Fine, I’ll quit. I don’t see what the big deal is though.
Ashley throws her hands up as she gets to her feet.
Ashley Ridicule
That’s because you’re stoned.
Nick Ridicule
Right…
Ashley Ridicule
I feel better now that we talked, come on stoney, it’s time to ride Assgrinder.
Ashley pulls me up off the bench by my hand and pulls me along towards the tour bus. The door opens and a cloud of smoke comes out followed by Matt who jumps down onto the back of Kat.
Matt Biggars
PIGGYBACK ME!
Kat walks down the trail with Matt on her back. He swings his arm down and smacks her ass as she carries him away.
Ashley Ridicule
What a weird couple the two of them are.
I smirk and shrug. They were happy together, and after keeping feelings for each other stuffed down for so long, were finally together. I was a sucker for a nice love story, and that was a good one.
Nick Ridicule
Little bit, but think of how many people thought we were a weird couple when we first started together. I’m glad I was able to help them finally end up together.
Ashley Ridicule
It was a nice thing you did for them, even during a bad circumstance.
Ashley was referring to the drug deal that went bad in Seattle with Matt. Luckily we were both able to escape from the scene, but I really chewed him out for that. Even spilled the beans about his feelings for Kat, and vice versa. We made it to the entrance of Assgrinder holding hands.
Nick Ridicule
Are you nervous?
Ashley Ridicule
About?
I point at the massive ride just feet away from us.
Nick Ridicule
ASSGRINDER!
Matt jumps off of the back of Kat and throws his arms up.
Matt Biggars
ASSGRINDER!
Kat giggles and tosses her hands up.
Katrina Costick
ASSGRINDER!
We all look at Ashley, excited and ready for her to scream ASSGRINDER, but she shakes her head.
Ashley Ridicule
No…
From off to the side I hear a familiar voice.
“C-C-C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER!”
I turn around slowly and look at Jason, then look back at Ashley and everyone else. Kat motions with her arm for me to go with them on the ride.
Nick Ridicule
I need to talk to him, just give me a few minutes.
The creators of Assgrinder looked slightly upset and the crowd around the rollercoaster was growing larger and larger, people from all over the City of Salvation, surrounding the ride as we got set to go on. I walk over to Jason and pat him on his back.
Nick Ridicule
Hey man, I haven’t talked to you in awhile. How’s it going? Are you as banged up from the match at Simple Survival as I am?
Jason Hawk.
It hurts to walk. And you were just lucky yesterday.
Nick Ridicule
Someone once said, “Luck is for losers.” and if I remember correctly, I beat you, without having to use a weapon, fair and square.
Jason Hawk.
Congratulations! Do you want a medal? Because I would have given you one if I had one. But I don't have a medal, so you get no medal.
Nick Ridicule
Whatever man, I’ve got shit to do. ASSGRINDER IS CALLING!!
The people surrounding the ride begin to chant.
“ASSGRINDER!” “ASSGRINDER!” “ASSGRINDER!” “ASSGRINDER!” “ASSGRINDER!”
Nick Ridicule
Enjoy the festival, make sure you’re backstage by eight tonight for our set!
I flip Jason off, then turn and walk away, a smirk on my face. He wanted to be a little asshole to me? I was going to be a bigger asshole to him. I join the others who are already seated in the cart. I sit next to Ashley in front and he lowers the bars down over our chests. Matt grabs my shoulders from behind.
Matt Biggars
ASSGRINDER NICK!
I smile and look at Ashley, who’s staring at me with a look of concern on her face. I reach over and grab her hand, holding it in mind, and I smirk at her with a loving look on my face.
Nick Ridicule
Assgrinder Ashley…
The ride begins, shooting us out of the starting position. No turning back now.
To Be Continued…
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Nick Ridicule- Immortal
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Birthday : 1991-03-05
Age : 33
Zodiac :
Chinese Zodiac : Location : Miami, Florida
Number of posts : 453
No Limit Wrestling Federation Info
NLWF Record: [76W] [24L] [2NC]
No Limit Wrestling Federation Net Worth: $12,540,000
No Limit Wrestling Federation Popularity: (100/100)
Re: -The End of Nick Ridicule- Final Days: The Day After
by Nick Ridicule July 26th 2010, 9:45 pm
STRIKE BACK KID
THE MATCH
The best of both worlds is a nickname, that I was once proud of. I looked at Chuck Matthews and Brenton Cyrus in the highest regards, my respect for them limitless, a certain admiration consuming me whenever I pictured one of them. I was made to believe these men were the best. I was made to believe that they would save the NLWF and keep it safe.
I was wrong.
I was trained by Chuck Matthews and Brenton Cyrus what seems like an eternity ago in Salvation. In actuality, it was only a little over a year ago when the three of us reigned supreme atop the NLWF mountain on Direct Hit. They taught me just about everything I knew and I attributed all of my success, to them. It’s because of them, I’m where I’m at today.
A lie.
For a short time, yeah, that would be considered true. For a short time, yes, it was because of them that I was successful. But what about all the other time? What about all the time after the group fell apart? What about my first Universal Title reign? My record breaking NLWF title reign? What about all the achievements that means something? It’s not because of the two of you, although your ego’s would make you think that. The reason I am, where I’m at, is because of her.
Ashley.
I never saw it this way before today, but now everything has become crystal clear to me. Yes, Alex Mark was a great champion on Direct Hit, riding the success train of Salvation. Yes, it was because of Chuck Matthews and Brenton Cyrus, that Alex Mark could achieve these things. Yes, because of that, I was the best of both worlds. But does any of that, have anything to do with Nick Ridicule?
No.
I was reborn, given the chance to start again, I became Nick Ridicule the day I met Ashley. When you look at the NLWF record books, when you look at past Pay Per Views, watch old footage, what do you see? Is it Alex Mark? Hardly. It’s Nick Fucking Ridicule.
Ashley made my life have meaning. Having her provided a motivation for me that can’t be matched by anything else. When I look myself in the mirror, I don’t see Salvation anymore, I don’t see Alex Mark anymore, I seen Nick Ridicule.
But I wont say you two never did anything for me. You poisoned me. In being labeled the best of both worlds, I never realized , that also makes me the very worst of both worlds. Take all the success of Chuck Matthews and Brenton Cyrus. Take the money, the fame, the fortune, all of the career accomplishments, and I’ve surpassed the both of them, combined.
You look at the greatest treasures, that those two, old worlds have to offer, and the best of both worlds shines brighter than either.
But now I look at the two of you, pathetic as you both are, and I realize that the worst part of these worlds are far greater than the bright spots. With that being said, I’m faced with a question that I’ve already realized the answer to. If I am the best of both worlds…
Does that also mean I’m the worst of both worlds?
I can easily defend myself. I can say I’ve got a good head on my shoulders. That I know the path as well as the back of my hand. That I’m Nick Fucking Ridicule, the person that failure fears to fuck with. Sure I’ve been down once or twice, but nowhere near out.
I can fight to defend myself. My name. My reputation.
But when you already know the answer to the question, it seems pointless.
Does that also mean I’m the worst of both worlds?
Yes. It does. That’s exactly what it means.
Being the best comes at a very steep price. One that I’m not ready and willing to pay yet. The price is, your soul. If you want to be the very best. If you want to the most successful inside a shark tank, you must sacrifice your soul in order to achieve it.
I’m sorry Ashley.
You may never understand how sorry I am.
I’m sorry Chuck.
I believed in you, the same way I believed in Brenton Cyrus. I looked at you as if you were a God, and no matter what you did, I forgave you, and I stuck by your side. Just look at the list of things you mentioned, and realize that I would always find a way to look past them.
It wasn’t even finding out you ordered the security guard to bash Ashley to the back of the skull ,that made me realize that you really are the evil person, that you say you are. It wasn’t the beating I took at Revolution last week, or the fact you’re teaming up with Corey Casey.
I realized what an evil person you are, when I hit your level.
All my life I’ve fought in and out of darkness, never being committed to either side completely. Recently, I’ve felt as though I’ve busted away from the darkness, and that the worst had come and gone. I felt as if I was a leader of a the light, destined to pull the NLWF and everyone on my back, our of the consuming darkness.
I’m no better than you are.
The darkness has devoured me whole now, and as I look around to see nothing, I realize I’ll never fucking escape. I’m at the same level of evil, dishonor, filth, that you operate on. But while I look around and feel bad about where I’m at, you sink into the darkness with a smile.
I don’t wish to be here, but it’s already too late.
The darkness has taken me in as one of its own.
The worst of both worlds, has arrived.
Kill me Chuck.
A demon has been awoken in me that shouldn’t have been. In seeing my own evil, I have seen the evil of everyone around me. In killing everything I’ve ever believed in, a monster has been created inside of me, and he looks to bring down a great vengeance on all other evils.
I want to torture you for my sins, for your sins. I want you to feel pain like you never imagined, pain that I have already felt. I want you to try your very best to destroy this evil, Chuck. I want you to kill me, I want you to beat me to death, because it’s exactly what I deserve.
Please, kill me Chuck.
I deserve to die for the things I have done. I need to die for what I’ve done.
You need to die, for the things you’ve done. None of us our saved, we’re all sinners just trying to get by. I don’t want to live this way. I was above all of this, I worked to be above all of this.
If the greatest good guy in history is bad.
Than there is no more hope.
No more faith.
Nothing.
THE MATCH
The best of both worlds is a nickname, that I was once proud of. I looked at Chuck Matthews and Brenton Cyrus in the highest regards, my respect for them limitless, a certain admiration consuming me whenever I pictured one of them. I was made to believe these men were the best. I was made to believe that they would save the NLWF and keep it safe.
I was wrong.
I was trained by Chuck Matthews and Brenton Cyrus what seems like an eternity ago in Salvation. In actuality, it was only a little over a year ago when the three of us reigned supreme atop the NLWF mountain on Direct Hit. They taught me just about everything I knew and I attributed all of my success, to them. It’s because of them, I’m where I’m at today.
A lie.
For a short time, yeah, that would be considered true. For a short time, yes, it was because of them that I was successful. But what about all the other time? What about all the time after the group fell apart? What about my first Universal Title reign? My record breaking NLWF title reign? What about all the achievements that means something? It’s not because of the two of you, although your ego’s would make you think that. The reason I am, where I’m at, is because of her.
Ashley.
I never saw it this way before today, but now everything has become crystal clear to me. Yes, Alex Mark was a great champion on Direct Hit, riding the success train of Salvation. Yes, it was because of Chuck Matthews and Brenton Cyrus, that Alex Mark could achieve these things. Yes, because of that, I was the best of both worlds. But does any of that, have anything to do with Nick Ridicule?
No.
I was reborn, given the chance to start again, I became Nick Ridicule the day I met Ashley. When you look at the NLWF record books, when you look at past Pay Per Views, watch old footage, what do you see? Is it Alex Mark? Hardly. It’s Nick Fucking Ridicule.
Ashley made my life have meaning. Having her provided a motivation for me that can’t be matched by anything else. When I look myself in the mirror, I don’t see Salvation anymore, I don’t see Alex Mark anymore, I seen Nick Ridicule.
But I wont say you two never did anything for me. You poisoned me. In being labeled the best of both worlds, I never realized , that also makes me the very worst of both worlds. Take all the success of Chuck Matthews and Brenton Cyrus. Take the money, the fame, the fortune, all of the career accomplishments, and I’ve surpassed the both of them, combined.
You look at the greatest treasures, that those two, old worlds have to offer, and the best of both worlds shines brighter than either.
But now I look at the two of you, pathetic as you both are, and I realize that the worst part of these worlds are far greater than the bright spots. With that being said, I’m faced with a question that I’ve already realized the answer to. If I am the best of both worlds…
Does that also mean I’m the worst of both worlds?
I can easily defend myself. I can say I’ve got a good head on my shoulders. That I know the path as well as the back of my hand. That I’m Nick Fucking Ridicule, the person that failure fears to fuck with. Sure I’ve been down once or twice, but nowhere near out.
I can fight to defend myself. My name. My reputation.
But when you already know the answer to the question, it seems pointless.
Does that also mean I’m the worst of both worlds?
Yes. It does. That’s exactly what it means.
Being the best comes at a very steep price. One that I’m not ready and willing to pay yet. The price is, your soul. If you want to be the very best. If you want to the most successful inside a shark tank, you must sacrifice your soul in order to achieve it.
I’m sorry Ashley.
You may never understand how sorry I am.
I’m sorry Chuck.
I believed in you, the same way I believed in Brenton Cyrus. I looked at you as if you were a God, and no matter what you did, I forgave you, and I stuck by your side. Just look at the list of things you mentioned, and realize that I would always find a way to look past them.
It wasn’t even finding out you ordered the security guard to bash Ashley to the back of the skull ,that made me realize that you really are the evil person, that you say you are. It wasn’t the beating I took at Revolution last week, or the fact you’re teaming up with Corey Casey.
I realized what an evil person you are, when I hit your level.
All my life I’ve fought in and out of darkness, never being committed to either side completely. Recently, I’ve felt as though I’ve busted away from the darkness, and that the worst had come and gone. I felt as if I was a leader of a the light, destined to pull the NLWF and everyone on my back, our of the consuming darkness.
I’m no better than you are.
The darkness has devoured me whole now, and as I look around to see nothing, I realize I’ll never fucking escape. I’m at the same level of evil, dishonor, filth, that you operate on. But while I look around and feel bad about where I’m at, you sink into the darkness with a smile.
I don’t wish to be here, but it’s already too late.
The darkness has taken me in as one of its own.
The worst of both worlds, has arrived.
Kill me Chuck.
A demon has been awoken in me that shouldn’t have been. In seeing my own evil, I have seen the evil of everyone around me. In killing everything I’ve ever believed in, a monster has been created inside of me, and he looks to bring down a great vengeance on all other evils.
I want to torture you for my sins, for your sins. I want you to feel pain like you never imagined, pain that I have already felt. I want you to try your very best to destroy this evil, Chuck. I want you to kill me, I want you to beat me to death, because it’s exactly what I deserve.
Please, kill me Chuck.
I deserve to die for the things I have done. I need to die for what I’ve done.
You need to die, for the things you’ve done. None of us our saved, we’re all sinners just trying to get by. I don’t want to live this way. I was above all of this, I worked to be above all of this.
If the greatest good guy in history is bad.
Than there is no more hope.
No more faith.
Nothing.
Nick Ridicule- Immortal
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Birthday : 1991-03-05
Age : 33
Zodiac :
Chinese Zodiac : Location : Miami, Florida
Number of posts : 453
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NLWF Record: [76W] [24L] [2NC]
No Limit Wrestling Federation Net Worth: $12,540,000
No Limit Wrestling Federation Popularity: (100/100)
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