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Post by Roxxie Roberts on Apr 25, 2014 13:21:25 GMT -5
April 24th 2014.
The wind whistling through the trees, slapping my wet back. The sky is covered with thick gray clouds and yet the air still felt dry. The warmth in the breeze made my lungs strain, clinging for cool air. My hair slicked back held high in a tight elastic, swishing back and forth with every movement. Turning the corner, the sidewalks spotted with puddles of water, sneakers soaking it in.
Earphones are tugging to my arm band, where my iPod rests playing music that I felt fit the occasion. My muscles in my calf began to ache, my legs feeling slightly worn, but I felt relentless, unable to give in to the pain. It drove me to keep going, keep up my stance... still it blinded me to where I was going. Spinning a few more corners, my imagination running it's course, I came down a familiar street.
Body crying out in pain, sending signals to my brain to crash on the pavement. My feet climb the stone steps, and my hands plant against the door with a thud. I close my eyes momentarily drawing in a deep breath before glancing at the black frame... Inhaling sharply I withdrew my hands from the door and look the house up and down...
"Did I...?" I questioned myself, drawing my fingers over the grooves over the door, letting the shock wear off. With no vehicle in the driveway, I had assumed that the house was currently vacant, but after Adrenaline 76, I no longer could muster the courage to step through these doors and face what felt like my enemy.
"Oh Joey..." I whisper faintly, weak.
Shuffling sounded across the floor in the house towards the opposite side of the door, the sound carrying out of the broken window in to the breeze, but I was unable to focus on the noise surrounding me. My heart crying out deafened me. Pressing my palms to the door once again, pushing my weight.. I slid my body down to kneeling position, resting my forehead on the door.
"I am so sorry...." I choked, my voice cutting out ever so slightly.
Shuffling happened in the house, a small clank hit the door but I am still blind to the situation. It didn't matter to me, nothing besides the pain mattered. My heart sunk lower than I had felt in some time, surpassing the agony I experienced when I left.. six years ago.
"Nothing is as it seems Joey... You were right, I am not who I said I was. She is still there Joey, I promise... she has matured over the years is all. I had to grow strong, to fight my own battles... losing you had been one of the biggest reality checks of my life... besides when we lost our son... and of course my egotistical lunatic mother..." I spat out, uncomfortably sarcastic.
Cocking my head to the side slightly, I swear I could hear a small chuckle... I am sure it was a figment of my imagination. In moments of weakness, I displayed the annoying habit of cracking sarcastic jokes.
".... You have always meant the world to me and more Joey, and you always will. There are no amount of apologies that can make up for what I have done to you over the past two months. I am sure you know by now why I did it... and I know you understand.., but I also know that doesn't ease the pain. I know you remembered me last night... I saw it in your eyes, the way you spoke to me... the things you said..." hesitating, my emotion is running clear in to my words sounding choppy, "..I'm here for you, like I used to be. I will always be here, all you have to do is come find me.... like I had found you!"
"I promise, I will tell you everything you need to know... when the time is right.. when you have had time to digest, think things over. The story of what happened to us all those years ago has an alternate ending you never saw... one I have never been able to escape from.... I promise you I will make it up to you.. make it up to Cameron, tell you the things you don't know when you're ready... you deserve that much from me."
Clenching my fingers, my eyes still closed ... cheeks now flooded with salty tears as they meet the stone below me. Whimpering gently from my sadness, I draw in a few slow breaths before continuing.
"You... you.. can make your decision about me then..., but I will always fight for you, for us."
Slipping my hand into the pocket of my arm band that held my iPod, gently pulling out a folded piece of paper, I open it carefully to reveal the picture that broke the window just a week before and met the wet grass. A tear falls from my chin, and slowly splashes the picture before I press my lips to it, encircling the couples faces in a perfect shade of red lip stick.
"I love you... always and a lifetime..." I whisper, writing - I'm sorry... Love, Roxx, in black ink in the right hand corner of the picture. Gently slipping the picture under the door through the crack, I give it a gentle push to reach the other side and pull my forehead away from the door, composing myself and jogging off down the stone steps once again, wiping my face free from the tears.
On the other side of the door, a hand retracts from the door handle where it was froze for the last several minutes listening intently. He bends down, casually picking up the picture and holding it in his hands carefully looking at the details of what she wrote tracing the lipstick with his fingers, and glances through the window watching me as I run off down the street.
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Well LoverBoy, Roxxie has been hiding the shadows from her demons for years. She has been unable to come forth due to fear, due to being broken. Roxxie is finally being put back together as the girl who she used to be but growing a harder shell and tolerance for bull shit.
Thanks for your concern, but maybe you should retire that halo and stay in the dark... if you love "The Natural" the way you proclaim you would know that it was the best I could do for him, that would work... what would you have done... kissed his feet and begged for love? That's a girls dream, not a woman's!
Thank you Lesley, feel free to message me for coffee... Takes a lot of guts to stand up for what you believe in. Even on the internet!
I admire your concern Carter James, I fear the same thing. Yes, we wrestlers have fear as well. My fear is never amounting to anything... when I know I already had amounted to something better than Next Generation Championship! Atwater's belt is none of my concern. I, as a matter of fact, never asked for the title shot, demanded that I should get a contender ship and never agreed to it but Hollywood threw it in front of me anyways as if I should be grateful... The only thing I am grateful for is being able to shove Hollywood and Tiami Tyler in the dirt like the scavengers they are. If Atwater is lucky he may walk out walking on both legs.. and less crap in his mouth but it appears all he eats is bullshit.
Atwater may have been deserving of the title at the given point he faced Nikki Blade to get it. He put in hard word, dedication and won the title and therefore was proclaimed Next Generation Champion. He has skill, he deserves to be in the ranks as a well established wrestler, but no matter how arrogant and how prideful he is... no matter the abilities he has I will skip past him like a stepping stone because he is not on my path of enlightenment.. I settle for nothing less than what I deserve, and he is far from it.
A Chauvinistic pig is the lowest on my bucket list.
He has the right to believe what he wants, and he has the right to think whatever he wants and he also has the freedom of speech. However, JockeyBoy, I have the right to shut his mouth... would you like to be next? I can prove to you exactly why his "visions" are wrong or are you just not man in enough to handle a woman like me in the ring? Atwater is a sexist ass-hat with a one trick play book and it is about to cost him his Next Generation Championship. He doesn't believe women should be in the ring with men but the vary woman who he defeated to get his championship just one-up'd him not to long ago... so maybe you and him should both go fuck sheep!
He deserves what is coming to him and then some. He is welcome to degrade me for being the opposite sex... hell he can call me a cunt and slut as he wishes, he couldn't be more recycled then that... people have been using those lines for probably one or two hundred years and they have got old.. just like his success here.
Rolling my eyes, I slam my laptop closed in frustration... why I put myself through that is still a puzzle. Letting out my anger and frustrations seems to be the only legit reasons, however when I close my computer I still feel hateful! Pushing my chair away from the computer desk, it spins on its wheels a few times before I plant my feet on the floor and stand. Brushing my hair back smoothly, now dry from the rain of jogging, I turn and head out the door, pulling my hair back in to a pony tail neatly.
There was only one thing left I had to do... I needed to squash my demons... I needed the strength to get in the ring with him again... Not just for a goal, not to lie down and take a beating order by a higher power... but to fight back as the ruthless monster against another... and to knock Atwater off his own chauvinistic rocker.
My feet hit the stairs at a rapid pace as I made my way back to the dusty basement where I had been just a couple months before, preparing myself for my first match. Only this time the dust has been cleared, the paint re-finished the ring bandaged making it look new again. There in the corner stood my aunt and my mother ready to prepare me for the biggest challenge I have faced in some time.
"Conceal, don't feel... don't let it show." I mutter myself before lunging in to the middle of the ring.
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Another week gone, another stone turned over, another obstacle battled. Anton Chase met a force he never knew he shouldn't have reckoned with. Are you sure you want to make that mistake with your precious Atwater, Hollywood? Of course that is not what you are imagining. As you sit back in your throne visions flash through your mind of Joey and I tearing each other apart in the ring awaiting for Atwater to go in for the kill. Is that what you really think of your newest recruit... placing him in a match with two people who you assume to be doomed.. making his next title defense easy pickings? That's where you are wrong. You see, Joey and I, work better under pressure.. you may not see it now, but you will.
Our past doesn't matter to you, to Atwater, or the rest of The Establishment... hell not even the rest of PWX... but you arrogantly cannot see that it does. A World Heavy Weight Championship six and a half years ago begged to differ. One difference between then and now is that back then, we were younger... more rash, and rather arrogant ourselves... yet we still entered the ring with both feet planted firmly on the matt ready to do what it took to make it to the next step, as Champion. We were rather fond of each other back then, much like now... however now, although our feelings are still sickening, like some of you believe, are still there we gained a better sense of control. We have no fear facing other, yes hesitant.. but as you can see last week, we have no issues baring down and beating the shit of each other.
Well would you look at that, we have every spectrum of Days of Our Lives this week at Initiative... we have blood, an attempt at order carried out by Hollywood himself by placing the "bottom feeders," against one of his goons, and a sickening love quarrel with an added bonus of confusing drama. Forget the main event, forget the Hybrid Title.... this will be a match for every eye in the crowd. A good mixture of poison for the delight of the world to rest their sight on.
That brings me to Joey, or should I say Rhonin according to the rest of PWX. There isn't much of anything new to be said in the matter. What am I expected to say? That he met his maker, and will get his ass handed to him on a silver platter? I even know better than that, unlike the many he has faced and defeated. This three way quarrel only brings me back in time, which I am sure Joey has already had a flashback about by now.
Last week I experienced something I haven't had the pleasure of seeing and well... feeling in some time. That is the monster who slept dormant for the better part of the last few months. People lack the knowledge of the kind of creature he is... the kind of monster you hear about in children's stories... the kind of monster who came out at Adrenaline 76. Joey, I knew you would come back... it was only a matter of persuasion and time... and I am pleased to welcome you back at Initiative where we get to relive our past. Only this time... I am not going to be the third wheel, this time... I am going to finish it.
On the other hand, people seem to believe that Joey's and I's infatuation with each other seems to be causing us to forget about the "real world," around us, that we created our own planet and nothing else exists including the Next Generation Championship. We are so wrapped up in others drama that Atwater is slipping under the radar and into our heads, playing us for a fiddle so he can defend his championship. People couldn't be so wrong, as Atwater is, Joey and I do not have a clouded judgement... we are not compromised, our mission is still intact, pun intended.
There is one thing right about the rumour, we are wrapped up in each other deeply THAT Atwater doesn't matter... it's not that we "think," he doesn't... he just... doesn't, plain and simple. His championship, his reign, his foothold through the door of Establishment means nothing to us and we could care less about it... We are making our place, whether or not Atwater was part of the plan. The only thing he managed to do was get in our way, courtesy of his majesty Brian Hollywood...
Look at it at a Game of Thrones Perspective... Brian Hollywood is Robert Baratheon... he has enough brute force to take down an army, and sleigh a king... but he does not have enough brains and patience, or strategy to take down a boar who will inevitably be the death of him... it's only a matter of time before the King of the Establishment Court to weigh waste in the depths of PWX awaiting a new ruler... Sadly he would name his son Geoff Baratheon who is in fact a disgusting regurgitated product of incest, who claims the throne for approximately a year... while making a handful of horrible decisions like cowering behind his army, creating war and killing some of the most important people in all of the Kind Kingdom, death came knocking on his door because people could not stand to hear the words he breathed from his mouth, and would rather peel their eyes one layer at a time then watch the despicable things he did.
Me, on the other hand, although darker in skin, you could think of me as Daenerys Targaryen.. a women who was forced at a young age in to a situation she feared.... she was beaten in the beginning, hurt, confused and led astray but made an ultimate life alternating decision that destroyed her family but made her strong... she wore her pride on her shoulders like I did... and stepped in to the flame... only... she didn't burn... she laid in the ashes and rose with her children, three small dragons who would one day grow to take over the world with her... consider it this way Atwater... although you're not dead yet... your regurgitated bullshit will come to an end as I make my way up the chain in the PWX Kindgom much like Daenerys is gathering an army and gaining power on her journey.. and my next mission is burning you down to make another bridge.
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Joey Harris
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What is it you cherish most? Give me the pleasure of taking it away.
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Post by Joey Harris on Apr 25, 2014 13:54:04 GMT -5
= “Exotic Sunset” =
July 18, 2008
“Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer,” she jokes, with subtle sass.
She giggles, sweet and adorable, but the shakiness of her voice is noticeable and, as I sit opposite her in the arena lounge, staring into her beautiful brown eyes, I can feel her anxiety pierce my gaze. In just an hour, the two of us will be competing in the biggest match of our professional careers. Watching her unpack her bag made the moment seem all the more real, and the fact that she and I would be on opposite sides of the ring once more did not help to quell the uneasiness in the room.
Of course, we wouldn’t be the only competitors involved in the match. There will Andrew Watts, the “Global Assassin,” and long-entitled number-one contender for the now-vacant EWF World Heavyweight Championship. Watts is dangerous in the ring, and calculating, and he believes more than anything that he should not have to face three other wrestlers for this championship title. There is nothing more dangerous than a man backed into a corner.
Also, there is Paul Blair- a true and tested veteran in the ring, and a man with the money and resources to make just about anything he wants come to fruition. He is most definitely a technician, and cunning, and opportunistic. One would assume his older age would hold him back, but the man still moves like he is thirty years old!
Yet, there is still one more…
"A picture can't come close to capturing your beauty," I respond, almost forgetting she had spoken, in the first place. Smiling, I lean in for a kiss, and she embraces me with such passion that I am momentarily taken aback. It is a deep kiss, long, and intimate. We separate, and I notice the smile of a crushing schoolgirl spread across her flush-red face.
"So is this your strategy, to try and seduce me into submission?" I smirk, and she laughs.
"Maybe,” she responds, adding with a wink, “Maybe I don't need a strategy."
I chuckle at her playful display of confidence. "Taking this a bit lightly, aren't we?"
She joins in on the laughter, before quickly changing the subject. "You know, neither of us have showered yet for our match...you wanna get that taken care of?"
I smile as her cheeks brighten once again, getting a kick out of her adorable timidness. Beneath the shell of this rebellious young woman beats the heart of a sweet, innocent girl, full of laughter and love. My own heart skips a beat thinking about it! Never before has love come to me so passionately, with such enthusiasm as a child discovering his favorite toy in the whole wide world. It’s a feeling I could get used to, and one that I never want to lose.
“I suppose I'll have to go grab my gym bag then, won't I?" Laughing softly, I slowly push myself up to my feet. As I leave the door, I notice Andrew Watts heading in my direction, no doubt to stretch out before our match, I smile, extending my hand in a gesture of good luck, but he hastily pushes past me, shoving me aside with his shoulder, as he heads down the hall.
That was the last time Andrew Watts would be seen up and about that night, as he never made it to our match; he was found by event staff in the back, beaten and bloody, left unable to compete. Somebody had attacked him backstage, effectively eliminating him from the championship match.
And I have a pretty good idea who did it.
= "Reckoning" =
April 24, 2014
"You always fear what you don't understand."
I could be credited with saying that once, in a message to Brian Hollywood and Tiami Tyler, better known as The Establishment. It is true. Fear of the unknown is one of the most common phenomena in civilization. Men, women, and children continuously miss the boat, opting to not take a chance, passing by on opportunities out of fear of failing, of rejection, of inadequacy. This is common, and expected. What, then, is more fearsome than not knowing? My answer is simple:
More fearsome than not knowing, is finally understanding.
Yes, that's correct. I get it now. Everything has been made so clear! It's almost like a thick veil of fog being lifted from my sight, and I can once again see the world as it is meant to be seen, through the eyes of the man I was born to be! It's exciting to me, almost like a birthday; accurate it is, then, that, for the first time in as many as six years, I feel fresh. I feel rejuvenated. I feel alive! Like a phoenix, I have risen from the ashes of the fallen, and my flames are burning brighter than ever before!
I have a match next week, at PWX Initiative. It is match that I earned my way into, along with Roxxie Roberts, by defeating Brian Hollywood and Tiami Tyler one month ago. Now, the Next Generation Championship is at stake, and champion Alexander Atwater is in for the fight of his life. Interesting, it is, that it has come to this.
I remember many things. One that stands out particularly is my first match here, in PWX. Atwater and I debuted at the same time, as opponents. That night, Atwater came out as the winner. I can still feel that stiff flashkick, as it caught me in the back of the head, dazing me just long enough for him to pick up the win. It feels like it was ages ago! That win set him on his path to becoming Next Generation Champion, and aligning with The Establishment, yet another fall boy to their silly club. It has been the opposite, for me. Since then, I have been distracted. My attention has not been focused on my career, and that is a mistake I intend to rectify next week, when I have my shot at redemption.
Alexander Atwater has been tested since his debut here. Each week, he has been faced with tough opponents, and more often than not he has come out on top. He has defended his championship twice, since winning it at Hostile Takeover. Now, it has come full-circle, as he faces not only me, but Roxxie Roberts.
Roxxie Roberts...
I couldn't call her that before. A part of it was that I just couldn't remember. Now, I realize that she just was not the same person she had always been. She was different. She was darker, colder, and tougher than when I met her. She approached me as Kaiyela Madison- alias "Ravenna,"- and began to sell me on her words, her intentions. It's funny. Now, as she calls herself by her true name, she is less Roxxie Roberts now than she was, back when I would call her Ravenna. After everything she has said to me, the things she has done...could I even trust this woman anymore? The bigger question now is...
Can she even trust me?
= Duality =
July 19, 2008
Any sun before today could not have shone any brighter. No; today was special. Today marks an important day in history, because today is the beginning of a new era in the European Wrestling Federation. Today is the first day of Rhonin, the new EWF World Heavyweight Champion.
No...no, that's not right.
Rhonin? No idea.
No, today is a day of celebration for Joey Harris- EWF World Heavyweight Champion! It is also my first day off in weeks, and I intend to enjoy it to the fullest. Relaxing on the couch, I smile to myself, looking on as little Cameron drags my new championship belt across the floor, too heavy for him to lift. Glancing across the room, finally, I see his momma, glowing in her splendor and her beauty, all while cleaning Cameron's Cap'n Crunch mess (and my own) from our earlier breakfast. Is this what it feels like, to be important, to be happy? I have everything in life that I could ever want. I have a lovely woman in her life, and her handsome son- my handsome son! I am successful. I am healthy. I am a champion. This moment will forever remain in my head as the most perfect moment of my life.
Why, then, does it feel like something is out of place?
"Joey?" I snap out of my momentary trance, looking up at Roxxie, somewhat rugged and worn from her morning cleaning, but nevertheless radiant in her beauty. "You heard what I asked you, right?"
"Um," I begin, confused, "yeah, of course. One spoon of sugar, light on the cream- Hazelnut, if there's any left. Thanks, babe!" I smile, realizing that she knows I'm full of shit. She smacks my playfully on the head, with a grin on her face.
"Joey, we need butter. Would you please run to the store? It'll only take ten minutes!"
"But, Roxx," I rebut, "I'm a champion now! Do you really think I should risk injury by going out to the store, where you know I will likely be mobbed by hundreds of crazy fans?"
She smirks, placing her hands on her hips. "If the champion plans on eating dinner tonight, he'll go to the store and get the butter."
Sigh.
"Okay, but I'm taking this one with me!" I bend over, picking Cameron up off the floor, with my belt still firm in his childish grasp.
"Great! I think it would be good for you two to bond some more. Cameron really seems to like you!"
"Cameron?" The innocent irritation on her face grows evident, as I continue: "I'm not bringing Cameron. I'm talking about my belt!"
Grinning sheepishly, I place Cameron down beside me on the couch, removing the belt gently from his grip. Roxxie sighs, raising her fist as if to hit me with it. Reacting quickly, I lift the championship up to cover my face, hiding behind it. She laughs, and I slowly lower the belt, sneaking in a quick kiss. Her nose crinkles, and she embraces me in a tight hug. "I'm proud of you, babe." Her soothing whisper tickles my ear, sending a soft chill throughout my body. "I know the circumstances surrounding the match were a bit shaky, with Andrew Watts being attacked and all, but I'm really proud of you. You're going to be a great champion!"
She kisses me quick on the cheek, and I pull away, smiling. "I know."
I wink at her, then turn about on my way, waving to Cameron on my way out the door, who does the same- his cute, toddler wave.
I arrive at the store, to significantly less fanfare than I had previously teased Roxxie with. In fact, it was a quiet day; three, maybe four, customers pushed their carts up and down the aisles, filling their baskets, and chattering amongst themselves. A chubby boy sneezes, and wipes away a long string of snot from his nose and mouth. Immediately after, he picks up a large head of lettuce, examining it curiously, before setting it back in its box. He then proceeds to touch every last item on the shelf, until he turns with his family to the next. Remind me never to go shopping here again...
"That'll be two-ninety-nine, sir."
Having already approached the cashier, I retrieve my wallet from my rear-right pocket, searching frivolously for my Chase bank card. "Hey, you're Joey Harris, aren't you?" The older man asks excitedly, pointing at the solid gold-plated championship belt over my shoulder. I smile, a bit sarcastically.
"What gave it away?"
"Well," he begins, "I watch your show every Monday night; 'EWF Mayhem.' I watched Exotic Sunset last night, too. I saw you win, in the main event! Congratulations!"
I laugh, and then smile. "Thank you, very much!" I slide my debit card into the reader, and enter my four-digit PIN.
"You know," continues the cashier, "it's a real shame, though, what happened to Andrew Watts. I think he may have won the match, had he not been beat up before it started. Do you think he fought back, at least?"
He hands me the receipt. "Of course he didn't," I answer matter-of-factly, as I take my bag from the counter. "I'm the one who attacked him!"
Smiling proudly, I head out the door, leaving behind one very shocked and disappointed fan.
= Rebirthing =
April 25, 2014
I stare into the camera, with a smile on my face. This feels good. It feels right. I didn't think I enjoyed cutting promos; I was pretty sure, in fact, that I hated in, when I first began trying to figure out who I am. Now, I know, I could not have been more wrong.
"It's funny, I think, the changes a man goes through, in the face of adversity. I remember that first match here in PWX- Alexander Atwater, versus Rhonin. I remember thinking I was the toughest guy on the planet, until you kicked me in the head, and brought me down to earth. Look, now, at the different paths we have taken, Atwater. You have become a puppet on a string for The Establishment, singing and dancing along. You may have entered this company as a beast, but next Wednesday night, you will be leaving it as a bitch! That's right, Lexi, I said it. I'll even break it down for you, in case you're not quite hearing me, with your head so far up Brian Hollywood's ass. Here is what you have to look forward to next week, Atwater- That little title of yours, the one you kissed so much ass to even be given a chance to fight for, will no longer belong to you. Hell, I might not even be the one to take it from you! Ms. Roxxie Roberts could very well be the one to knock your ass out, and take that championship away from you! Oh, how humiliating would that be, knowing that Brian Hollywood still can't keep us from absolutely embarrassing The Establishment, and never will!"
I laugh, closing my eyes for just a short moment.
"My path, however...my path has been very, very different from yours, Lexi. In fact, the path I walk is not the one I embarked on; no, my path is one of confusion, and pain, and sorrow. It is the path that had lead me away from that scared, broken, humbled man called 'Rhonin,' and brought me to where I stand today. Because, Atwater, I don't speak to you today as a man of honor, a man of respect, but I stand before you as the man I always was, and always should have been. I stand before you as the single most vicious fighter you will ever have the misfortune of knowing. In all of those ways, Rhonin was week. "The Code of Honor" isn't worth a shit to me. "The Way of the Warrior?" Seriously? Who writes this crap? No, Atwater. I am not that man anymore; I never was. Maybe I thought I was, at an earlier point in time. Yeah, I thought I was this fierce warrior, defending my morals, fighting for the rights of the oppressed. I was wrong, dead wrong, because that is not me at all. You see, I remember now. I remember everything. Do you want to know what kind of man you are going up against, Atwater? Do you want to know who I am? Let me tell you."
"I am the man who will do whatever it takes to get what I want, and what I want isn't much. I'm a man of very simple taste, Atwater. There are not many things I want from life, as I have already accomplished so much. I have several major championships to my credit, as well as the accomplishment of being a Hall of Fame inductee, back in 2007. I have made many allies, and even more enemies than that, and I have thrown them all into the fire, friend and foe alike! I am not an honorable man, Alexander Atwater. You chalk yourself up to being some sort of superhero in the ring, some 'half-man, half-machine' creature; maybe you will be someday, far into the future. Keep those aspirations in your head, because it is nice to hold on to hope. After all, it's human nature to want what you can't have. As for me, well, I only want thing from you, Atwater. All I want from you is everything you love, everything you hold near and dear to your heart, so that I may rip it away from you. I thrive on the suffering of others! I find immense pleasure in destroying everything you care about, Atwater. This is who I am! There is no more 'man they call Rhonin!' There is only me- 'the Natural,' 'the Virus of Life.' There is only Joey Harris, and next week, at Initiative, I will be coming for what is yours, just so I can make it my own. So please, Alexander Atwater, tell me- What is it you cherish most? Give me the pleasure of taking it away."
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