Post by Dean Judas on Jul 15, 2016 4:29:10 GMT -5
CHAPTER 5
DIRK BRIGHT LIKE A DIAMOND
The way things had been going I was on the brink of a breakdown. With all the constant probing and prodding into my history and upbringing had begun to grow tiresome. Doctor Hope wasn’t going to get anything from me. I wasn’t going to have some sort of breakthrough all of a sudden and just spill my fucking guts all over his office floor. That was NEVER going to happen. Regardless of how often the guards chose to beat on me while I was tied up in a straight jacket, no matter how many times they gave me shock therapy…I NEVER BROKE.
It was time for me to break. I needed to breakout.
Sunday afternoon and the sun was beating down on the courtyard where they allowed us a moment to have some fresh air. This was a rare instance. We would literally go outside maybe once a month and I’m being generous.
We were probably allowed a day outside because it had to have been one of, if not the hottest day of the summer. Standing with my back against the chain link fence I had just a dingy looking wife beater on and a pair of those paper like white hospital pants. Having a smoke I could see Lester heading my way.
“Hey bro.” Lester shouted out and strutted over to me. I could see his stringy blonde locks flying over his face as he battled with it angrily brushing the strands away.
“What’s up?” I asked inquisitively as I wiped the sweat from my brow exhaling a cloud of smoke.
“It’s hotter than a pair of tits out here.” Lester was pretty good at stating the obvious. I just looked past him and nodded in agreement. I had more important things on my mind.
“I need to get the fuck outta here. I don’t know how or why I got here but I did and the next day is always worse than the previous.” There I went stating the obvious, it was just weighing heavily on me so it all sort of spurted out like verbal diarrhea.
“Shit ya man. I’d love to hit the road and hightail it out of this place. Got a plan?” Scratching his head I could tell Lester would be of no use, he’d just purely provide a bit of entertainment and some form of company.
“I know how to get out of here. We just need to create a crisis and then we can make our move.” Truthfully it was going to be pretty easy to escape, this wasn’t San Quentin. All I needed to do was grab the keys and head out the front door. A distraction was what we’d need.
“You need a distraction, I got you covered bro. I know just what to do.” There he went surprising me by being useful and actually contributing to this plan. However, I would reserve judgment until I could actually experience the execution of his plan.
“Alright, tomorrow morning Doc Hope won’t be in and we can take care of getting the fuck out.” I was overly eager to get out, that was about to become a reality very soon.
Tossing and turning in my cot I couldn’t get any sleep, my anxiety was killing me. It felt like a million cranks were all churning differently deep in the pit of my stomach. Punching my shitty pillow I attempted to lie on my side. Moving to my side I was surprisingly comfortable and started to drift off into dreamland.
SHRIEK
Jolting out of bed I popped up and immediately my guard went up as I was prepared to fight anything that came through that door. The thuds of heavy running footsteps came closer and closer to me. With a heavy shove my door swung wide open and I cocked back to launch a three hundred kick right to whomever’s chest was about to come into my room…
“Whoa bro. It’s me, relax.” Lester held his hands up and took a step back as he looked at me I could see blood pouring from his mouth onto his chest.
“What in the fuck…” I walked over and wiped some of the blood from his chest off onto my hand and proceeded to show him. He just shrugged at me like it was no big deal.
“The late night guard, I could smell his queer.” Blinking a few times Lester just seemed to be finished with his explanation. That explanation wasn’t good enough for me as I violently shook my head.
“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?” Grabbing Lester’s shoulders I decided maybe shaking him instead would further this along much faster.
“Well I could tell ol’ Rickey liked the dickey and I offered him a little head. Long story short, I bit his dick off and here ya go…” With a crimson smile Lester thankfully didn’t pull out the detached penis of the late night guard. Lester handed me the keys and my eyes instantly lit up.
“We’re doing this now?” I looked at him puzzled, begging for an answer.
Lester nodded and then proceeded to drop his pants and stand there naked. I immediately was ready to destroy him but instead he turned and looked outside the door.
“They’re coming. Stay put and I’ll get them to chase me around. Head out the door and you’re a free man Dean-o. It’s been fun bro. Stay white.” Lester chuckled and gave me a salute before he ripped down the hallway screaming and yelling. There was a crew of security that chased after him and I stood in my room watching the whiz by one after the other.
The dust had settled and I stepped outside my room to make my way towards the front door so I could get the fuck out of this place.
“Leaving without saying goodbye?” I turned around and Anne was there leaning against the doorframe of her room.
“I need to leave. I wasn’t planning on saying goodbye.” Despite whatever she had thought, I wasn’t in love with Anne. I don’t have a heart.
Looking down at the ground I could tell she didn’t want to make eye contact with me anymore as she feared the waterworks would start to come.
“I’ll see ya around.” Waving goodbye I cut the bullshit short and continued towards the door.
“WAIT RIGHT THERE!” Her voice screamed loudly, Nurse Rickles sounded like a high-pitched frequency that you just wanted to silence desperately.
She popped out from around the corner right near the front door and had both her arms folded attempting to intimidate me. I walked right up to her and didn’t even think twice…CHOP…I chopped her right in her throat with my hand and she clutched her wind pipe dropping to the ground like a fucking infantile retard.
“Cunt.”
With that I headed out the door and it would be the last time I ever stepped foot inside of Shady Rose Sanitarium. Piss off you fucks.
Making my way through the brush was proving to be more difficult than I had anticipated, being barefoot didn’t help.
The sounds of the wilderness were playing tricks on my psyche. Little twigs cracking and trees rustling in the wind drew my attention immediately. Every sound and every single nuance had me locked in.
With that feeling like someone was chasing me driving me I powered through the hike and made it to a highway. I was still unsure of where I was. This didn’t look like California; maybe it was up north…that place always fucking blew so that would make sense.
HONK
A car brushed right by as I stepped back into the woods almost stumbling and falling on my ass. Well I guess we’d have to Frogger this shit.
“HEY!” I didn’t know the man shouting to me but he was wearing a pair of overalls and a John Deere trucker hat so I assumed he was from around here.
“Can you help me out?” Responding back to the man I figured I’d put some feelers out to the simpleton. He didn’t know who I was or what I was running from. I probably just looked like a guy down on his luck.
“Sure, come on over but be careful…some of those cars come out from nowhere around that corner.” I tried to hide my sarcastic body language as I stopped myself from throwing my arms up as if to say, “did you not just see that?”
Crossing the street I quickly made it over and followed the farmer towards his house which sat about two hundred yards from where we stood.
“You look like you’ve had a rough night.” The farmer was already asking questions, he was probably just making small talk but I simply sighed and refused to give up much information.
“If you want to, my wife is cooking breakfast and we’d love the company. Not too many visitors come out to these parts.” I nodded my head agreeing to eat with him and his wife. I had an ulterior motive however.
We continued the rest of our walk in complete silence, just the way I liked it. Fuck small talk and pretending to give a shit about really knowing a person. Let’s face it, he wanted to do something nice and help me out…he didn’t actually care who I was or what I did or where I had come from.
His dinky little ranch style home was quaint but suited him and the surroundings nicely. The farmer opened the door and held it open from me to walk inside first. I was still very much on guard but he seemed harmless enough.
“Nice place.” I tossed out a compliment and left it at that.
“You need to use the phone or something?” Pointing to his right the farmer was showing me where the phone was located but I simply clutched my stomach and before I could speak his wife popped onto the scene.
“Hun, breakfast is…Oh I didn’t know that we had company, I’m sorry. Should I set another plate?” She asked with a smile painted on her face, she didn’t want me there. The farmer nodded to his wife and then tapped my shoulder motioning for me to follow him outside.
“You smoke?” Raising his eyebrows up I watched him pull a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket. Taking the pack from him I grabbed myself a cigarette and we walked out to the backyard.
“So, what’s your name?” Lighting up his smoke I could tell he at least wanted something to put his mind at ease. He was starting to get suspicious of me.
“My name is Alex. My car broke down; I started walking and then got robbed. I’ve been looking for some kind of place since they dumped me about ten miles from here.” I came up with something quick and easy and to the point, it was something that didn’t need many details and any questions asked regarding possible details could be filled in quick, easy and seamlessly.
“Well shit…you really did have a rough night!” He gave himself quite the chuckle with that one, a regular ol’ knee slapper. I fake laughed along with him.
“Come on, let’s go eat.” He tossed out almost an entire cigarette, what a waste. It was now more than ever obvious that he was going to drill me if I stumbled during his slack jawed interrogation.
“I’m gonna finish my cigarette if you don’t mind?” Puffing away on it I was enjoying every moment of it as I walked and walked without a single fucking one.
Watching the farmer head inside he kissed his wife on the cheek and sat down at the table. She poured him some orange juice and they looked like the happiest old married couple one had ever laid eyes on. Dumb.
Finishing off the cigarette I walked inside the house closing the sliding glass door behind me. My seat was to the left of the farmer and across from his wife.
“Do you like to watch TV while you eat?” His question was irrelevant to me, I just wanted to eat…I was starving.
Not wanting to be the first one to take a bite I waited and waited as the farmer scrolled through the channels on the television. Settling on something finally I watched closely as he then proceeded to butter his bread and put jam on the toast. Clenching my knife and fork tightly I felt like pounding the table with all of the anger building up inside of me.
“Police are still investigating a bloodbath that took place at the Shady Rose Sanitarium last night. One patient attacked a guard violently and then fought with the entire security team, which allowed one person to escape. Dean Vincent…”
My palms began to sweat and my body was overcome by a tingling sensation. I could see the television and they had my picture right front and center on it. I was sweating profusely now just hoping that neither of them looked up from their meals to see my picture.
“Wait just a minute…” He had to do it didn’t he? Why couldn’t the farmer just keep his mouth shut and stare at his food for five more seconds? Instead he decided to be observant for once in his life and pay attention to the news. Just my luck.
“That’s you ‘aint it!?” Pointing at me with his butter knife the farmer scowled.
Just as his wife went to get up from her hair and make a dash to the phone I got up and grabbed her chair pulling it back causing her to tumble to the floor. Turning to my right the farmer was just about to get involved until I caught him with a straight right that splattered his nose.
Clutching his nose the farmer dropped down to the ground joining his wife. Placing my foot on the farmer’s head I pushed down harder and harder squeezing more blood from that nose out. He whimpered and begged me to leave them alone but it was much too late.
Walking back over to the phone I ripped it out of the wall, they still had an old school finger dial phone. The phone was a heavy beast so I dropped it on the farmer’s back and he squealed again.
“SHUT UP!” Shouting at them both I was tired of listening to them sobbing and giving me the bullshit pleas. Whenever I faced off with death I always stood there with confidence and conviction.
“We’re gonna get to know each other now a lot, lot better.” I cackled a bit grabbing a couple extension cords that the farmer had on a shelf in the living room.
With a handful of his cunt wife’s hair I yanked her up and tossed her onto her chair before I tied her up.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU’RE NEXT!” I shouted at the farmer putting a stop to his empty threats, all he was doing was making me lose concentration for a brief moment…if anything it was counterproductive as it just made me want to murder him where he lay.
With both husband and wife tied up I finally sat down to dig in…I had three meals all to myself now.
Inevitably anyone with an independent mind must become 'one who resists or opposes authority or established conventions': a rebel. If enough people come to agree with, and follow, the Rebel, we now have a Devil. Until, of course, still more people agree. And then, finally, we have --- Greatness.
The essence of independence has been to think and act according to standards from within, not without.
Los Angeles, the sun was out in full force but the heat wave was barely gracing us with its presence. I stood on the balcony soaking in the sun while the coals on the barbecue started to glow that nice bright orange.
Taking in a deep breath I blew smoke from my nostrils and couldn’t help but crack a Cheshire Cat sized grin. My pearly whites gleamed in the camera lens. I could see them panning in closer to my face. The flat black Wayfarers covered my eyes and didn’t allow for my true joy to be on display.
“What a time to be alive.”
Chuckling a little bit I flicked my cigarette with my index finger ashing on the cement floor.
“It’s all coming together. People that doubted and talked all that bullshit have egg on their faces right about now. See I did what I said I would do and I continue that very trend.”
“I EMPHATICALLY DESTROYED Shelley Silver. I mean as much as I told everyone she was shit and that I was going to do so, she was still a former Five Lakes Champion in NGW. Says a lot doesn’t it? Well about the state of talent.”
“I’ve been out to prove a point, one that seems to be the hardest for people to comprehend. This place isn’t some hollowed ground that’s been around for ages and has an insanely massive amount of history. No. This place is an upstart, a federation on the rise. Obviously the upswing begun just about the time that I signed on, but that’s as I said…obvious.”
Shrugging my shoulders I knew and pretty everyone watching knew that the moment Dean Judas joined NGW the ratings skyrocketed, sales were up, stocks bonds and horseshoes, clovers and blue moons.
“A little over a year of history, maybe there’s some secret archive of footage hidden away in a vault. Inside of the vault is all of the history of yesteryear and the days before cameras or canvas. Whatever. What I see, is what I see in the record books. What I visually see? Well, I see a bunch of nobodies that haven’t cut their teeth. I see a bunch of snot nosed brats trying to make an impact in a rising company. That’s all it fucking is. No joke. They know just what very little they’ve experienced. Somehow they feel as though competing against d-leaguers makes you an all-star. Right.”
Shaking my head I walked back inside my dumpy apartment. Lowering my sunglasses I popped open the fridge by wiggling the handle a bit (just a little magic trick to make it work). Pulling out like Dirk’s father should’ve, I grabbed the tray of rib eye steaks. Steaks marbled to fucking perfection, my taste buds were already starting to dance.
“You notice how defensive Gavin Garbage gets when you call out his title defenses and question him as a champion? That cunts and cocks is an inadvertent admission of guilt. He knows it deep down that the title reign is tainted by mediocrity. Is that the little cuntface’s fault? Aside from him being shit, no it’s not really. You can only beat whom they put in front of you. You can also suck off your boss and get favorable opponents. I think the majority of us know that Garbage is definitely doing the latter.”
Seasoning up the steaks nicely I walked back out to my little Webber barbecue. Popping my glasses back on I popped the lid to the grill off and tossed the steaks down. As the meat hit the grill I heard that sizzle symphony, music to my ears.
“I saw some of our so called champions work as he was climbing the NGW ladder. Of course I research my victims I’m calculated. I’ve never been one of those fucking morons that come out at a house show and shoot my promo. What are you? Fucking novice. Let’s face it Garbage cuts kiddy promos full of fluff, nonsense and a bunch of teenybopper phrases that make me want to put a bullet in my brain. That’s all he did unless it was having conversations with females, which he “like totally” relates to.”
Tossing my hair back and pretending to chomp on some bubblegum I proceeded to twirl my hair with my right index. Imitating a combination of a valley girl and Gavin Garbage I thought they both went hand in hand.
“Or is it totes? Lame. All I’m saying is that Garbage better learn to adapt from the coal he is to a fucking diamond in a matter of weeks or it’s over for him. Either adapt to me or you FALL like they all have.”
Grabbing a seat on my patio sofa I plopped down. The heat was hitting me hard, especially with the barbeque heat in addition to the throbbing sunshine. I still wouldn’t have it any other way. California.
“Shelley walked away from the company after I hammered her with my fists and boots. I told that cunt not to come down to the ring and TRY to compete with a MAN. It’s simply not advantageous for any women to get in the ring and attempt to fight me. Ashleigh Jericho will find that out the hard way soon enough. Unless she becomes a smart girl and backs out before the bell sounds. She’s on borrowed time much like her lesbian wife’s title reign. I’m not sure exactly who it is that’s the butch but I’ll assume its Ashole because well…I’m not a retard and it’s easy to tell. Gavin wouldn’t answer my challenges; he likes to pretend I don’t exist thinking that if he ignores me he won’t have to face me. He’s afraid of facing the ugly truth…that he’s just not as good as he thinks he is. At least Ashole decided to subtweet me or whatever the fuck it’s called and I was quick to respond. I’ll see ol’ cabbage patch soon enough.”
Just as I was getting ready to start cutting down the Gavleigh couple my phone started to ring and I pulled it out from my right front jean pocket. I didn’t recognize the number at all.
“Who the fuck is this?”
Oh great. I knew exactly who it was at this point. Listening to him go on and on I just turned away from the camera for a moment and continued my automatic response system full of “uh-huhs” and “oh yeahs”.
Pressing the end button I slid the phone back into my pocket. I let out a long and heavy sigh. The cameramen looked at me as if they were dying for me to fill them in. Fucking gossip queens, I bet they jack off to US Weekly.
“Corey Bull just called me about the stupid fucking tag team match. I guess he wants to get together and hash shit out or something before the match. I had to tell that fat fuck there was no way I was going into the woods to play hide the sausage by campfire with a stupid acoustic guitar. Do I look like Lincoln? Why the fuck would I wanna go to a log cabin? I don’t and I won’t. He has to come out here and he better leave his mask at home. I like to fly under the radar and not have all eyes on me when I’m in public.”
It was stressing me out that this fucktard was dying to meet up. I didn’t like him whatsoever. I understand we’re tagging together at the next Vendetta but let’s just show up and do our thing. Just get the fuck out of my way, let me work and we’ll get the win. It’s simple. Honestly, Corvis is only a few notches higher than Dirk is on the intelligence totem so it makes sense.
“Corvis I legitimately can’t stand you and the way you carry yourself. No matter what, under no circumstances can we EVER get along. There is no fucking way that anything could ever bridge that gap. We are two different people. I find your bullshit nauseating and quite honestly the mask makes you look like a big joke. Guess that’s a Jack Diamond thing, call everyone jokers. I’ll leave that to the guy who watched Swingers one too many times.”
I’d be willing to bet that Bull was blowing steam through his mask’s vent right about now. He was always the type to allow his buttons to get pushed easily.
“We’re fighting The Drifters together Corvis, congrats maybe I can help you pick up a win as I know you struggle to get them on your own. In all honestly I could wipe the fucking floor with The Drifters MYSELF. What do I need Corvis for? He’s simply a filler so that the graphic doesn’t look unbalanced. This whole match is unbalanced as it is, three retards and one fucking RULER of the ring…yours truly…Dean Judas.”
With my head held high I cracked a sinister grin.
“Jack Diamond decided to dust off the crusty ol’ tights and get his thigh high boots laced back up once again. Big deal. He was a flop in the business world and he’s a flop in the wrestling world as well. Talk about the ultimate hype train that once derailed simply disappears for years on end. Fuck that clown. What makes Jack Diamond think that he even belongs in the ring with me? This fucking idiot doesn’t even remember how many times he was trampled.”
Shaking my head I couldn’t believe that these two had aged that much since our last encounters. I mean we all know the cover up for Alzheimer’s is just to deflect it by labeling it of low level importance.
“Diamond you’ve been away for a long time. Your age is already starting to show, you don’t even remember the beating HFF and I gave you and the rest of the Drifters in UECW. That’s ok, it was all pretty fucking embarrassing for the three of you. I wouldn’t wanna remember that either. Anywhere you seem to go you seem to get people talking. Go ahead and pat yourself on the back…”
With my right hand I reached around my own back doing it as a demonstration. I had a stupid shit eating grin on my face this time to oversell the point.
“Wait for it…”
Holding up my index finger my face became blank as I simply blinked twice and then shook my head.
“Nicely done you FUCKING MORON. People talk about you when you show up but when the bell sounds and it’s time to ACTUALLY show up…you fall flat. I’ve seen it before and let’s face it, history tends to repeat itself…especially with you two. Shit if we just changed Ashole’s name to Joey then we’d have a regular ol’ CFW repeat now wouldn’t we?”
My memory has always been on of my strong points, plus I’m young so it’s not like Dirk or Diamond. I just remember Alex talking about these two idiots and pretty much gave me the scope before our rumble in UECW. It seemed like Dirk had found a new target in Ashole,
“Can anyone else say recycle, reduce, and reuse?”
Spitting on the ground I looked back up at the camera in disgust. I guess the two of them figured it helped them get over before so why not give it a shot again. Whatever, times change and stale is fucking stale.
“Dirk Bentley knows how I feel about him already. He doesn’t have shit to say and quite honestly the way his jaw felt after our match he knows to keep his mouth shut, if he doesn’t I’ll be glad to do it over and over again. I’ve already said it before; there isn’t a fucking galaxy in which Dirk Bentley beats Dean Judas. It’ll never happen and it’s completely unfeasible.”
Closing my eyes I quickly shook my head no, I just knew that there was no FUCKING chance that a Dirk Bentley could ever defeat me. I’ve given him plenty of proof.
“Woody went out and got Buzz for protection because a suit of armor wasn’t enough. Good job. Diamonds are a girl’s best friend. You went and got the only person you know that can even understand half the shit you have to say, that’ll put up with you and HAD some form of talent back in the day. Yeah Diamond, you had a year or so where you did a few things but you faded to the fucking abyss and became synonyms with MEDIOCRITY!”
Cupping my hands over my mouth I emulated a megaphone shouting out mediocrity.
“Realistically no one gives a shit about the Drifters saddling up once again and mounting each other for one last hurrah. They’ll probably go after some garbage tag team championship belts here in NGW and feel as though they’ve MADE IT back to glory.”
Clutching my fists and looking up to the sky I pretended as if I had just won my first ever championship and I was just soaking in the feeling. Quickly I snapped back looking intensely.
“WRONG!”
Yelling out I wanted to make it clear that I wasn’t quite finished explaining.
“They won’t touch the tag championships. Neither one of them have anything left in the tank. They’re running on fumes.”
Fanning away the imaginary fumes with my left hand I made a stink face because old people tend to smell.
“Dirk I’ve fucking crushed you time and time again and let’s just hope that when I kick you in the skull this time it forces you to hang it up. It’s starting to get sad. You served your purpose as being the punching bag to help establish Gavin Garbage but that time has come to an end. You are no longer needed and most certainly you are no longer wanted. After this match you’ll be batting five hundred. Yeah I think it’s time to call it or at least it’s time to DRIFT on down the road.”
Slamming my hand into my fist to emphasis crush I continued on and finished up with a little shooing of the hand to send them on their way.
“Corvis, don’t fuck this up. I’ll handle both of them it’s fine. Trust me, you want to win? Let Judas stay in.”
I look at the camera deeply knowing that Corvis would be listening. I didn’t want him to fuck this up. Even though there would be no FUCKING chance I would ever get pinned by them, let alone anyone in NGW. If somehow some way we lost, it would fall on Corvis’ shoulders. FACT.
“At Vendetta I get to make Dirk fall further and further. I won’t stop until I rip out every last shred of dignity that he still has floating around in that frail body. Diamond won’t be spared. His jive talk and stupid assanine antics won’t help him in the ring. His midsection looks soft and perfect for my fists, low impact. It’s gonna be a bloodbath…oh the blood…oh the blood…oh the…MASSACRE!”
Grabbing the camera and bringing it close just like I always do I closed it out with a little hum and wink.
“Until then…Dirk bright like a Diamond.”
Whistling the tune we fade to the Judas logo and then to black.