The Hate Report

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It was an absolutely horrible day, the rain poured down and it hit the roof of the car hard as eleven year old Alexander sat alone in it. His father had taken him with him to take care of something only he’d left Alexander alone in the car. Alexander was getting curious as to what his father was up to and even though he’d been ordered by his father to stay in the car he didn’t. He got out of the car and within seconds it felt like he was being attacked by the heavy downpour. Alexander could see some light coming from what looked to be a warehouse and his curiosity took over his judgment as he headed towards it. The closer that he got, the louder he could hear screams. Once he was at the entrance to the warehouse, he walked through the door that was open just a little. As he walked through, he was careful to be quiet as not to disturb whatever was the source of the noise. Once Alexander was in there he made his way slowly towards the noise and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw what was happening. There was a guy tied to a chair covered in blood from head to toe. Just as Alexander turned to run away, he fell over, turning the attention towards him.

“YOU STUPID BOY!!!”

The sound of the voice was familiar to Alexander who got to his feet just in time for the source of the voice to grab hold of his arm.

“Now you will stay and watch every moment of this. You wanted to be curious when I told you to stay put. So now you’re going to see every damn thing that happens.”

The source of the voice was Alexander's father. He was clearly doing something he shouldn’t be, which was evident from a man being tied to a chair covered in his own blood from head to toe.

“Continue on!”

That’s the order Alexander’s dad gives to one of his henchmen who pulls out a cigar cutter from his pocket. The sicken smile upon the faces of the two henchmen and Alexander’s father was disturbing. Alexander tries to cover his eyes but his father holds his arms and forces him to watch. Even though Alexander has managed to keep his eyes closed, he can still hear the spine chilling scream from the bloke. Just as Alexander opens his eyes, there is instant regret as he sees one of the guys fingers on the floor that is tied to the chair. Alexander can’t help it as he starts to be sick.

“Pathetic boy!!!”

That’s all Alexander’s father says as he starts to laugh along with the two henchmen. With a signal from Alexander’s father, the henchmen with the cigar cutter in his hand passes it to Alexander.

“No!”

That’s all Alexander is able to say before his father forces his hand open and slides one of Alexander’s fingers in the cigar cutter. Alexander starts to beg, plead and fight as much as an eleven year old could against three big guys compared to him. They all start laughing again as the henchmen takes the cigar cutter away from Alexander’s finger and puts it back into his pocket. At this time, the guy tied to the chair has passed out. Alexander’s father lets go of him and Alexander runs out of the warehouse as fast as his legs can take him. There are tears running down his face, as he runs out into the heavy rain, the tears running down his face are mixed with the rain that runs down his face too. Once Alexander gets to the car, he gets into the back seat and just starts out the window screen as the tears continue to stream down his face. He already knew his father wasn’t a nice man but he’d not had to witness something like that first hand. It was as if not previously witnessing it helped to block out the stuff that his father did or was capable of. As Alexander just sits there zoned out and staring blankly in front of him, he is unaware of his father getting in the car even as he slams the car door behind him.

“What is wrong with you, Alexander?”

There was no response or reaction from Alexander as he still sat there zoned out.

“Answer me!”

As soon as Alexander’s father had finished he slapped Alexander across the face. The sting and pain from the slap brought Alexander with it as he looked straight at his father wondering why he’d just done that.

“I asked you what is wrong with you?”

“Wrong with me? I should be asking you that question.”

There was instant regret from Alexander as he said that as he yet again was slapped again.

“Show me some damn respect. I am your father and you’ll answer me when I’m talking to you. So again I will ask you, what is wrong with you?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing what?”

“Nothing, sir.”

Alexander sniffles as he wipes his face, the rain water and tears that were on his face being mixed as he tried to wipe them away.

“Maybe next time when I tell you to stay put you will.”

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It was the night of the same day. Alexander had been in bed for a while now tossing and turning after what he’d seen and gone through earlier at the warehouse. As Alexander laid in bed having managed to eventually get to sleep, all he can see is himself as the person tied up in the chair. The two henchmen are in front of him and beside them was his father, standing there looking straight at Alexander with a smile of pure joy. Alexander couldn’t understand how his father would be so happy about seeing Alexander in this way. Alexander was covered in his own blood from head to toe from the beatings he’d received at the hands of the henchmen.

“...”

No matter how hard he tried to talk, Alexander just wasn’t able to do so. That’s just when a little boy walks into the warehouse. This little boy is shocked to see what is happening but much like earlier, Alexander’s father holds the boy and makes him watch what happens to Alexander. That’s just when the henchmen gets the cigar cutter out of his pocket. The henchmen walks over and slides Alexander’s finger into the cigar cutter. Alexander looks over at the little boy seeing that he has his eyes closed. Then instantly Alexander has a pain shoot through his finger, and up through his hand. The pain is enough to wake Alexander up from the nightmare as he sits up in bed looking down at his finger as sweat runs from everywhere it could on him. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t forget what he’d seen earlier.

“Help. Help me. Please.”

Still delirious from the nightmare, Alexander still wasn’t with it. When he shakes himself off and manages to get to his feet he heads to the bathroom. Thankfully he had a room that had it's own bathroom so didn’t have to leave his room to go to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, Alexander heads over to the washbasin and turns the cold tap on. Putting his hands under the cold tap, Alexander then splashes his face with the cold water before staring into the mirror. Even though it was just water he’d splashed on his face, his reflection looking back at him had blood running down his face. Alexander held his hands up and his reflection even had blood on his hands. Once again Alexander placed his hands under the cold water and splashed his face. This time his reflection just had the cold water running down his face. Alexander turns on his shower and gets into the shower sitting down on the floor as the water falls down on him as he sits there in the fetal position still with his pajamas on. Alexander just sat there sobbing his little heart out wondering why he had to go through this. No matter what he knew he couldn’t tell anyone. They’d even not listen to him or it’d end up in tragedy for him and them. He often wondered if it’d be better if it did end in tragedy for him. He thought at least then he wouldn’t have to keep suffering.

“I’m sorry.”

That’s all Alexander keeps repeating as he still sits in the fetal position with the water falling down over him from the shower.

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LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA

We’re in a room that is well lit. In this well lit room is a desk with a comfy looking leather chair set up behind it. Whatever the occasion is, it looks as though it is possibly set up for some sort of address to the people. Sort of like it was ready for the President to make a speech or whatever. Behind the leather chair on the wall is the words “The Hate Report” so maybe it’s some sort of report. Soon footsteps can be heard, the source of the footsteps are soon revealed. The source of the footsteps is none other than Alexander Hate himself. There is that trademark smirk on his face as he sits down and brushes himself off. Alexander Hate is dressed in a black three piece suit with white pinstripes on. On the desk in front of Alexander was a jug of cold water along with a glass that Alexander poured some water in before taking a swig. Once he has put the glass back down on the table, Alexander clears his throat preparing to say whatever it is he has to say.

“Welcome to The Hate Report with your host Alexander Hate. That’s right, this is the first episode of my own show. After all, I deserve my own show anyway. I know, that’s rather big headed of me but it’s still the truth. Speaking of the truth, I wanted to kick this first show off with some truth about myself. A lot of stuff that I’m going to speak about today is what has made me who I am today. It’s the reason I feel the way I do too. Whatever I say is because I want to say it and not for any of your sympathy. I’m sure my opponents, Victoria Lyons and Angel will have a lot to say about me. If I was them, I’d have a lot to say about me too. The speech I’m about to give is going to be as hard hitting as the final rap from Eminem in Eight Mile. Let’s just say, it’s going to be even more iconic than believing in life after love.”

That trademark smirk of Alexander’s is once again on his handsome face. A smirk that to him shows confidence but for many others will just appear as cockiness and a smirk they’d want to smack off his face.

“Victoria and Angel you two should listen up the most. I don’t care at all about what you have to say. There is nothing you can say about me that will bother me at all. I am going to educate you and everyone else about my life. It starts with what I had to fight through from the day I was born. I was born with an addiction, an addiction that was thanks to the actions of my dearly beloved mother. The woman who should’ve been doing whatever it took to protect me only to have me suffering from the day I was born. All my mother cared about was when she’d get the next drink. If it wasn;t alcohol she could get her hands on, it’d be whatever drug she could find too. From day one I’ve had to fight for my life, something that I was clearly good at which is evidence enough from looking at me. Life wasn’t easy and as I mentioned earlier, I don’t care about your sympathy either. I just thought like Eminem in his final rap in Eight Mile, I’d give you the stuff people would likely use against me at some point. Some of the stuff I say none of you would’ve known about anyway but when I look around at all of you, you all look like you could do with a helping hand with material and all that jazz.”

As Alexander pauses for a moment, he picks up the glass of water and gulps down half the glass before smiling as he places the glass back down on the desk.

“I’m guessing people are wondering how on Earth my mother managed to get away with that and keep me. That’s where my father comes into play. He made sure he did everything in his power to make sure he and my mother got to keep me. I can tell you all now it wasn’t out of love that he did this. It was out of selfishness. He did it for all the wrong reasons rather than the right ones. You see, my father wasn’t a good man and still isn’t a good man to this day. Others would be scared to talk out about him but not me. My father made sure they both got to keep me because he wanted a son. A son who could take over the family business. A business that I have no interest in taking over now or ever. The poor deluded man still holds out hope that he’ll change my mind. All my life I have had to endure the suffering of dealing with that man and my mother. My whole career in wrestling my father has tried to sabotage me. This is a man that should be there to support me and respect my decisions. I say that word respect because this is something that is big in his world. Something that he demands from others but won’t give to anyone. You see, my father lives in a world where it is his way or no way. If he doesn’t get what he wants, there will be hell to pay. My father has done some unspeakable things. Things when I was a kid that I had to witness. I may still fight with those demons in my head because of this but I won’t let them win. This is what you need to understand Victoria and Angel. That no matter what is thrown at me, I’ll always be able to handle it. Not only did I get over an addiction that wasn’t my fault but I got through having an alcoholic mother and a father that rules the criminal underworld. I could quite easily just take over from my father and have whatever I wanted at any cost. Only, I’d rather fight for it my way. The way I have done my whole life.”

There is no emotion on the face of Alexander; he take a couple of swigs from his water before preparing himself to continue.

“So as you can tell, I may well be fucked in the head, have parents that never cared for me and basically be fuelled by hate. But one thing I have that you’ll never have is an experience that gives me a reason to keep fighting. You can attack me about my family because to be honest there is plenty to attack me on with that. Just know that if you do that, I'll stand there as you fire your bullets knowing full well that they’re just blanks and not going to harm me at all. You can even attack me about the fact I had an addiction. When you fail with that, maybe you can take a different approach and attack me about the torture that I had to endure at the hands of my father. Not only was it physical torture but mentally and emotionally too. Yes, I have feelings but yes I can switch them off just like you would a tap. I haven’t always been a bad guy, I do have my moments. Just because I’m fuelled on mostly hate, doesn’t mean I’m not capable of love. I very much do love someone. My girlfriend, Blaze Darling. She too is here in Pro Wrestling Excellence. She has a way of bringing out the good in me. Just that smile of hers, those pretty eyes and just how amazing she is. I want to warn you all now, don’t take her lightly because she can handle herself. But that doesn’t mean I won’t end you if you harm one hair on her body. That’s when you’ll see just how evil I can become. Maybe it’s in my blood to be bad. After all, I rather enjoy the sound of hearing someone's bones breaking. I promise you all now, I won’t hesitate to end your career to fight for what I want in wrestling or life. Which brings me to Angel, the Victory Champion. That Championship makes you a target, a target that I’m coming for. In life I’ve proved time and time again that if I want something I will fight for it and I will succeed. That’s just how I am and who I am. I am The New Breed for a reason.”

After finishing the glass of water, Alexander poured himself another glass taking a sip from it before placing the glass back down onto the desk.

“What else can I tell you? Hm. Well there was this one time in band camp. Nah. I’m kidding. Although I’d rather fuck a pie than I would Victoria Lyons or Angel. Seriously though. Getting back to what I was really going to say. Finically I had whatever I wanted growing up but it came at a price. It got thrown in my face when I got old enough to understand. I lost count of the amount of times my mother would come home drunk and blame me for ruining her life and that I was a spoiled bitch. Figures right? That the one calling me a spoiled bitch was actually the spoiled bitch herself. Then there was my father who at every chance he got reminded me that everything I had was because of him and that if I wanted to keep getting it all I’d have to join the family business. I’d kept fighting and made the decision that to keep on fighting and succeeding that I’d need to get away from them both. So at the age of sixteen years old, I stole enough money from my father to leave. I ended up in Los Angeles, California. The place that I now call home. The place where it all began for me. When I got there I looked for the first wrestling school I could find. I have no regrets either. I was trained by the best and soon enough I will prove that I am deserving of being ranked among the best, even not ranked as the best. Don’t worry, I may have stolen money from my father and had it been anyone but me, I’m sure they’d be in a pair of concrete boots right about now. I have however paid every penny of it back. I know I shouldn’t have taken that money because it’ll be something he’ll use against me or maybe one day that one of my opponents will try to use against me. Saying that I say I had to fight all my life and how it was a bad life, yet without my fathers money I wouldn’t be where I am today.”

There is an eye roll and a shake of the head from Alexander.

“Feel free to try and use that against me if you must. Just understand that I did what I did because at the age of sixteen years old it was the only way I could see of escaping the clasps of my father. Even though it was his money, I still had to fight. I had to prove that I was good enough inside that ring. I did lie about my age to start wrestling training and therefore leading me to start my career in the ring at just the age of eighteen years old. It took a lot of hard work to be where I am today. To have the knowledge that I have. To be the man that I am today too. What I did was for the right reasons. Yes, I hate some of the decisions I made and the things I had to go through. I also hate how no one and I mean no one stopped me going through what I did. Although I hate that I went through it, in a way I’m kind of glad I did too. It taught me that hate is not only a strong word but when fueled by it, it can make you stronger. When I step inside that ring I’m like a hate filled Super Saiyan. Victoria, Angel, I’m looking forward to what else you could attack. I’m thinking that maybe you’ll try to use my confidence against me. I say confidence because that’s what it is. Whereas I already know that either of you two or anyone else will come up with your own THEORY and say I’m just too cocky. That’s your opinion though and the best thing for you to do with your opinion is fold it up and shove it up your ass. There are only two opinions in this world that matter to me, obviously my own and the other being my girlfriend, Blaze Darling.”

At the mention of his girlfriend, you can just see it from the smile and the glint in his eyes that he absolutely loves and adores her. For a man full of hate, he sure does have a lot of love to give Blaze. I guess even the most annoying of assholes deserve love.

“Before I leave. Victoria, Angel…

Fuck everybody! Fuck y'all if you doubt me!
I'm a piece of hate filled trash, I say it proudly
And fuck this shit, Done with ya, I'm outtie
Here, tell these people something they don't know about me.”

As soon as Alexander has finished saying what he has, he stands up and drops an imaginary microphone before walking out of view.