Post by Chris Williams on Mar 21, 2016 21:44:18 GMT -6
?? {A woman’s voice, yelling}:
STOP IT!! CAN’T YOU SEE YOU’RE KILLING HIM?!!
February 2015. McGeady’s Tavern, nearly empty. 11:47pm.
His eyes can’t open. Blood spills to the floor from the man’s bloody, battered face. His face is so badly beaten, he’s unrecognizable. And yet, another person continues to beat on this man. One arm clenching the bloody hair… the other continuing to strike the man in the skull. The man is barely breathing, choking on his own blood. Prone on the floor, he coughs some of it up just to take a breath. The cough stops his assailant… but only for a moment. The crunch of the man’s skull against each blow is all that can be heard in each passing second. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Each strike causing potential permanent damage, until finally… silence. No more crunching, no more striking. The bloodied man is looking directly into the camera, a silent plea through each broken, agonizing breath. The assailant finally lets go of the man’s hair, and he doesn’t have enough strength to hold it up himself. His head bounces off the hardwood floor, and he goes limp.
STOP IT!! CAN’T YOU SEE YOU’RE KILLING HIM?!!
February 2015. McGeady’s Tavern, nearly empty. 11:47pm.
His eyes can’t open. Blood spills to the floor from the man’s bloody, battered face. His face is so badly beaten, he’s unrecognizable. And yet, another person continues to beat on this man. One arm clenching the bloody hair… the other continuing to strike the man in the skull. The man is barely breathing, choking on his own blood. Prone on the floor, he coughs some of it up just to take a breath. The cough stops his assailant… but only for a moment. The crunch of the man’s skull against each blow is all that can be heard in each passing second. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Each strike causing potential permanent damage, until finally… silence. No more crunching, no more striking. The bloodied man is looking directly into the camera, a silent plea through each broken, agonizing breath. The assailant finally lets go of the man’s hair, and he doesn’t have enough strength to hold it up himself. His head bounces off the hardwood floor, and he goes limp.
Chris Williams:
That night was hell. So much pain, I can’t even begin to describe it. Even before I went to that bar, I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t know where it came from, or what it was… but it was there. I just knew something would happen. I think I knew I would hit rock bottom. I just didn’t know rock bottom was that low.
Chris is in the middle of his interview with Charles Mattias, as his last communication still left many open questions. Never one to shy away from asking the hard questions, Charles had implored Chris to speak about his worst night in the time he spent away from the wrestling world. Chris hesitated, telling Charles that it would be a graphic, awful story… but Charles insisted. Chris continued on…
Chris Williams:
I didn’t say anything to the guy. I was just trying to mind my own business. Hell, I wasn’t even drunk. Everything just turned upside down in a hurry.
Charles Mattias:
That’s… that’s just awful. Should I even ask what happened next? How did you even recover from such a terrible attack? How long were you in the hospital?
Chris Williams:
I never went to the hospital, and I’m still not fully recovered from that night. Not sure I ever will be. I won’t lie, I’m pretty afraid of everyone’s reaction once they find out what happened next.
Charles Mattias:
Chris, the fans need to know. They need to know what happened after this heinous attack on Chris Williams….
The woman rushes to the floor and checks to see if the man is still breathing. She sees the faint, shallow rise and fall of his chest and knows he’s still alive. She begins sobbing, trying to comfort and care for the love of her life. She looks up, still terrified of the monster that committed this assault. She’s afraid she’s next. Afraid for her life. The monster takes a few steps back, covered in the victim’s blood. Blood stains even wrap around back of the monster’s shirt. He looks back at her, his face covered in red, unrecognizable. He speaks in such a low voice it’s almost a whisper, but to the woman it might as well be deafening….
Man:
Go. Get out. Take him with you. I don’t care where, to a hospital maybe. Don’t ever let him come in here again.
She struggles to pull the man to his feet. The man can barely breathe, let alone walk. Yet they have no choice but to go. The monster walks back behind the bar and wets a towel. He leans over the bar sink and wipes the blood from his face. Water and blood mix, creating a sickening river of red that drains back down the sink. The monster finishes patting the blood from his face, tossing the now-pink towel aside. He looks straight into the camera, and we see….
Man:
Go. Get out. Take him with you. I don’t care where, to a hospital maybe. Don’t ever let him come in here again.
She struggles to pull the man to his feet. The man can barely breathe, let alone walk. Yet they have no choice but to go. The monster walks back behind the bar and wets a towel. He leans over the bar sink and wipes the blood from his face. Water and blood mix, creating a sickening river of red that drains back down the sink. The monster finishes patting the blood from his face, tossing the now-pink towel aside. He looks straight into the camera, and we see….
Chris Williams:
Me.
I wasn’t the victim, Charles.
I was the monster.
Charles can’t look Chris in the eye, instead covers his mouth and looks away, shocked. Chris continues.
Chris Williams:
I didn’t even say a word to him. I just kept hitting him ’til I had no strength left. Just because the guy asked me why I left wrestling. I completely snapped. There I was, washing an innocent man’s blood off of my face… that moment I saw what I really had become. Why I had to change. I nearly killed a man for no reason. No reason at all. I was despicable. I truly was a monster. It had to stop. I HAD to change.
Charles Mattias:
Just like that?
Chris Williams:
I know, I probably wouldn’t believe it either. Maybe it was something about washing away that blood, washing that part of me away, I don’t know. But it was like a lightbulb went off and I just knew. In that moment, every emotion I pushed away, every feeling I had buried beneath my hatred, my rage… they all came flooding back to me in that moment. Like God himself dropped a ton of bricks right on top of me. I just crumpled to the floor and started sobbing. I don’t even know how long….
Chris trails off, painfully reliving those moments. Charles, knowing the allotted interview time is nearly finished, shifts the focus back to the present.
Charles Mattias:
Powerful stuff. Next time, I would like to hear more about that recovery process, as it had to be a long road back. However, this week you are up against Mark Storm. Give us your thoughts.
Chris Williams:
Yeah, sure. Hard to sum up a guy that I’ve not seen too much of, but I’ll try my best.
Captivating. That’s probably the adjective I’d use if I had to sum up Mark Storm in a single word. Whether he’s on the microphone or in the ring, the guy sure knows how to get the audience excited. If they love him or hate him, well I guess that depends on what he’s saying or doing on that particular night. But there is absolutely no denying the talent there. Seems like he come out of nowhere last year and he damn near set the world on fire with how quickly he succeeded.
And then he came to MSW. Captivating as all hell, but he still ended up taking a loss in his debut. A debut against Nikki Venom, definitely not an easy opponent. Let’s be honest, for a smaller territorial federation, there’s probably not a single easy opponent in ALL of MSW, and I think Storm found that out the hard way. So he took some time off after that match. I suppose he’s planning on making an example out of me now that he’s back. Returning kinda-new-guy beating the returning vet in the main event, pretty sure that’s the scenario he’s looking for this Saturday.
And I’m gonna make it my job to throw a wrench in that scenario.
Charles, I’m not really THAT much older than him, but it sure feels like it. I’ve been around the planet for the last 15 years wrestling. I have broken and torn more of my own body parts than I can remember, and Storm just burst onto the scene fairly recently. I’ve definitely seen a lot of what this world has to offer, but who knows? Maybe Mark has something different to show me, but I know I’m gonna prep as much as I can for this fight. Because it’s the ones you don’t know that will always take you by surprise.
He smirks slightly, as if he just read a funny joke.
Chris Williams:
But to be honest, I’ve gotta worry about a hell of a lot more than Mark Storm this week. Because even though Capital Crew is “banned from ringside”, I’d have to be an idiot to believe that they don’t have any plans on Saturday night. Looks like they’ve got no qualms about jumping somebody outside of a match, so I doubt the competing thing is making them lose any sleep. I’m not upset about what they did - I know why they did it. I get it. He wants his shot. If he takes me out, his path to that shot becomes a whole lot clearer. But just like last time… I’ll be ready. Hopefully we can figure this out like men, but I’ll be ready otherwise. Because I will not be out-hustled. I will not be overmatched or underprepared. And everybody knows it well….
I will NOT. BACK. DOWN.
