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DeathMerchant · (08-10-2013)

A bridge to nowhere,spanning the sea
With reckless abandon, We strive to be free
We lurk in the shadows, Never meant to be seen
Rivers of blood, from a knife to the spleen
As Angels of Death, Standing proud and strong
Darkened souls that just don't belong
Our pain so deep, we have to share
Fuck it all, we just don't care!

Do you know how it feels with nothing to lose? You get to the point where the only thing that matters is hurting someone so badly that they feel the pain and the anger that burns inside of you. When everything else has failed and you just can't get a break it's time to lash out, Rise up from the depths of darkness. Time to seek out the next victim.

He sat in front of his locker. After throwing his belongings inside he punched it as hard as he could. The door of the locker caved in from the impact. He watched as his skin split open and the blood began to pour. He laughed maniacally and hit the locker again. Laughing even louder as the door crashed to the ground. He heard a noise behind him and turned to see Matt Ward standing there.

Matt Ward
It's easy to hit things that don't hit back. Hell, If I were you I'd be pissed too. Only that's not the best way to handle things. Make everyone pay for what you feel. Let the anger feed your demon inside. Turn your anger into blood lust. We are going to be teaming together against Jordan Caliban and LJ Havok. Take it all out on them instead of yourself. Forget about the Tag Champions for now. We will get them when the time is right. We will have our vengeance and they will feel our wrath. Just as our unlucky opponents will pay.

Death Merchant
Your right, I shouldn't let $h!t get to me like that but damn it feels so good hitting something. I can feel the heat raging like an exploding volcano. Damn I love this $h!t. Jordan Caliban and LJ Havok have the worst luck ever in the history of wrestling. I actually feel sorry for them. They have to face an Angels of Death team that has it's backs to the wall and they are in for the beating of their lives! It's going to be such a pleasure showing them how this $h!t is really done!

Matt Ward
I have a couple of things to take care of. Give me a call later before you do something stupid. You look like your about to blow like Mount St. Helen's. Maybe you need to go out and blow some steam. Handle your business dude. Right now your letting them win by allowing them to get to you. Don't play that $h!t man, Use it! I'll holler.

He sat there for a while thinking about what Matt Ward had told him. He always had respect for Matt. He could always depend on him to teach him something new every time he saw him in the ring. He knew what he was talking about. Death Merchant couldn't figure out why losing the number one contender match got to him the way it did. Never had he felt so much anger over losing a single match. It had just meant so much to him and they had it in their grasp, Only to have it slip through their fingers like a grain of sand.

Death Merchant could feel his blood reaching the boiling point. He knew there was no turning back now. The hunger inside of him needed to be fed! As he walked outside he saw a flying nun swoop down in front of him. She whispered her name was Gidget and flew away with the wind. He shook his head wondering what the hell that was all about when she swooped down in front of him again and said "just seeing if your paying attention" and was gone again. He took his hitter box out of his pocket and packed him one. He held it to his mouth and fired up his blue bic lighter. He breathed in the smoke as deep as he could and held it until he couldn't hold it anymore and coughed it out in a fury. He could already feel it taking effect even as the last bit of smoke escaped his lips. There was going to be hell to pay and their opponents were about to get burned!

The humidity still hung in the air as the sun went down. The heat of the day had subsided a little bit. Still, He could feel the heaviness in the air. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore but making everyone pay. They were going to find out how dangerous he could be. Just like a caged wild animal finally set free. It was time to attack! Caliban and Havok were only going to be the beginning. It was about time they took matters into their own hands. They had been on the defensive since this mess began and now it was time to change things. Time to give everyone else a taste of their own medicine. This was war and in war there are no rules.

He could already feel the excitement burning in him as he thought about slamming them both through a burning table. That would show them how stupid they were to sign up for this match. He and Matt Ward would take out all of their frustrations on Caliban and Havok!

Suddenly he found himself walking on a battle field. Dead soldiers and body parts lay all around him. The blood was flowing like a raging river. He walked among them hearing their moans and screams of pain. He could see the horror in their eyes as they begged for death to take them. He could see the longing in their eyes as they realized they would never again see their loved ones. One soldier stood in front of him with both his arms missing, The blood squirting out from both wounds. The man looked at him and suddenly Death Merchant realized that it was Havok standing there. Havok looked at him with a bewildered look on his face as if he were trying to figure out just what had happened. Another soldier who looked like Jordan Caliban came up behind him and beheaded him with a sabre. Even as he stepped on an explosive and was blown to pieces. Death Merchant heard himself saying That's what you get when you mess with us as he walks further along the battlefield. Ahead of him he saw a grave with a huge tombstone that seemed to hover above it. As he got closer he could begin to read what it said. Rest in Peace, Caliban and Havok. With an unlucky 13 symbol below it.

The next thing he knew he found himself sitting at a bar with a drink in his hands. It's time for war by LLCOOLJ played on the jukebox. The crowd around him began to laugh as they saw the perplexed look on his face. their laughing seemed to get louder and louder until he couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed the closest person to him and threw him across the room. He landed on a pool table, Disturbing a game in progress with huge stakes. One of the pool players grabbed the guy and began beating him with one of the pool balls. Then it was as if it were some crazy disease that spread like wildfire. Everywhere around him people were tearing into each other like they were bitter enemies. He watched as a couple of females tore each others tops off and began pummeling each other with lefts and rights. He saw as the bartender grabbed a shotgun from behind the bar and began blowing people away. they began to fall one by one until they all had been killed. Then Death Merchant watched as the bartender put down the shotgun and pulled out a pistol. The bartender put the gun to his head and smiled at him as he squeezed the trigger. Blood and pieces of brain splattered against the mirror behind him. Death Merchant couldn't help but laugh. They shouldn't have laughed like that. He wasn't in the mood for their bull$h!t.

He walked out the door, Turning the sign that said closed as he exited. He hadn't really done much but throw someone across the room but he sure felt good about the outcome. He had only gone a couple of blocks when he heard someone walking behind him. He turned around to see Richard Cranium there.

Death Merchant
What the hell do you want D!#k Head? It wouldn't be advisable to piss me off right now.

Richard Cranium
I just wanted to see if I could ask you a few questions. If it's not a good time perhaps we could set something up for later?

Death Merchant
What the f@c# makes you think I'll feel like it later? I'll tell you what, You have ten minutes. Make it quick or I'll beat you so bad your kids will feel it! I haven't got time for any stupid $h!t!

Richard Cranium
First off, That was a tough loss you suffered the other night. You two put up one heck of a fight.

Death Merchant
Actually, It really pi$$ed me off! It did something else also, It gave me a little wake up call. It's time the Angels of Death started living up to their name. No, we won't kill anyone. We will just make wish they were dead!

Richard Cranium
This coming Wednesday on Warfare you and Matt Ward will be taking on Jordan Caliban and LJ Havok in a Tables match. Your comments on that matchup?

Death Merchant
Damn man, Just thinking about the possibilities in that match turns me on. I intend to bring some lighter fluid with me and before I slam one of them through a table I am going to set it on fire and give them a real treat! Before you open your mouth I don't give a $h!t about if it's legal or not! This is WAR and in war there are no rules! F@ck anyone who doesn't like it! All I know is that things are really going to get a lot hotter around here. People are going to get hurt and we won't be responsible for what we are going to do. Caliban and Havok are really in a tough spot. They are just unlucky enough to be going against us at the wrong time. I almost feel sorry for them, Almost. It's going to be a pleasure as we take them to the doorway of death and back again. Just like a wounded soldier on a battlefield who knows it's too late. They will be begging for an end to their suffering. They are going to plead for mercy as we make an example out of then and send a message to anyone else who dares to stand against us!

Richard Cranium
I sure wouldn't want to be in their shoes come Wednesday. Sounds like you and Matt Ward really mean business.

Death Merchant
Business? This isn't about business. This $h!t has become personal. There is hell to pay and we are here to collect! F@ck some business! When we are done with them no one would want to be in their shoes! Jordan Caliban has some skills but he just doesn't know what the hell to do with them. as for Havok, The guy is going to wish he was in an insane asylum by the time we are done with him. He is really crazy if he thinks he is going to stand a chance against us. Besides, Matt Ward and I work well together and will be functioning as a unit while those two look like a couple of baboons fighting over a ripe turd. They will not be able to function as a team and look out for what we are going to bring. They will not know what hit them. All they'll know is nothing but the blinding lights shining above them as they feel themselves crashing through the table as the flames lick at their burning bodies. I just hope the fans at ringside are ready because it isn't going to be a pretty sight.

Richard Cranium
I'll make sure I'm up in the box seats. It will be safer up there. A little too hot down there for me!

Death Merchant
We are tired of losing these close matches and it's time we started making a change. We are going to strike like a Cobra attacking it's prey! From here on out there is going to be a change. It's time the Angels of Death went on the offensive and start leaving a trail of bloody bodies in their wake!

Suddenly from out of no where Let the bodies hit the floor by the drowning pool begins blaring from a passing car. Death Merchant turns toward the camera with a wicked grin on his face. His eyes begin glowing with an eerie red tint as he reached out towards Richard Cranium. He picked him up and lifted him over his head. Quickly he brings him back down and sets him on the ground. Death Merchant acts like he is going to hit him and smiles as a wet spot begins showing through his jeans. Death Merchant turns and begins walking away as the screen fades to black.

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