Post by Karver on Jul 7, 2022 20:08:24 GMT -6
7-4-22
Watertown, New York
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July 4th. The birthday of America, yet a cold reminder to Karver of the life he once lived. The life of upholding the peace, and putting a stop to crime. That dream died alongside his ambition to live, his purpose, and his mentality that there is good in this world. As he sat his back against the wall of a neabry Mobil gas station, he threw back a cold Coor's Light, letting the lights of fire in the sky illuminate over him. As he unpursed his lips, he wiped what remained off of his mouth.
"Before my time in the EWC came to a hault, I was a killer. Every night I was wrestling the best match on the card... putting guys and girls through the ringer, being a gatekeeper of sorts. If you wanted to hang as a member of RAMPAGE, you had to hang with Karver. Many showed their worth, only a few fell victim to the pressure I put on, and at the end of the day, I can say I'm proud of the work I put in."
Another shot of fire, and another swig of beer followed. The few bottles that sat next to him were soon about to have some more company.
"People will say I was nothin' but a guy who sold out, who couldn't keep his word he was here to stay. I say, let 'em talk. When I came back into this business, I had one goal in mind, and that was to shed my old skin and become the man I always knew I could be. I did that with flying colors, and in those short six months, I did a lot. I tested myself against the best, and I'm fucking proud of that. I'm proud that I didn't give a single fuck and lived my best life as a certified asskicker. I never got caught up about records, about championship titles... I was only here for the competition, and I'm comfortable in the fact that I gave it my all."
A moment passed, and with it followed a breath of air. Karver sat the bottle down, looking at it with a pause.
"The elephant in the room is... what's next? What's the next chapter in this gritty, torn up novel?"
A scoff emitted from his through, with a little sly chuckle.
"I say that ain't up to me. I say lady luck is gonna sweep me off my feet and take me to where I need to be. I've been laying low, walking this crazy ball of water we call the earth, and doing my thing. Weather I come back or not... it ain't important. What's important... is that you all remember the name Karver... and you think of a guy who gave it his fuckin' all. That's my legacy, my reputation... and my heart."
With a groan, he stood up, and looked at the camera.
"And until someone can put me in the ground with their bare fuckin' hands... my heart'll beat forever."
With that, Karver took a left, with the final image being that of a green hue being casted over him by the fireworks.
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(OOC: Thanks for the memories you guys! I wanted to write up a quick piece for Karver since I had the time to kill! Currently in Maryland, but about to leave for New York! I've been traveling the country with my Dad lately for work, working with a carnival for the summer! Living on the road and hitting spot to spot. Just got back from Conneticut, and about to hit up New York! I love and miss you all dearly! I hope to final stablity someday and comeback to you all! Keep doing what you're doing, in this game and outside in the real world, and never change! Peace, love, 'n' chicken grease~! )