Inside of  My Mind.

Formerly:  John McFire (MacFhiarais) Nick Name: Beast, Irish Bastard, Crow Of Death(never again). Height: 5'10" Weight: 285 Lbs. From: A Dead End Road in Nowhere. Personna: Violent Heel Faction: Brothers of Grimm       Affiliation: Loosely Affiliated with Toney Marcus Jones And Johnni McCullough.       Former Faction: The Flok. "The Fluke" Quotes: Screaming in rage, "Vengence is my Birth Right",  "I am the sickest animal that you cage deep inside of yourself." Titles Held: DCW Heavyweight Main Finisher: Chaos Crystahl AKA Emerald Isle Drive (Mod. dreamer driver) Favorite Moves: Crossface crow, Diving headbutt, Pumphandle Sidewalk slam, Tombstone slam, Blunt heavy objects, & sharp objects.

Day after day and year after year my pears beat me and tormented me until I looked at them as if I was going rip their souls from them like they did my heart, then beat their worthless bodies as they did my mind. Day after day and year after year and decade after decade my father, beat into my mind that I was stupid and worthless, that I couldn't do anything right even though I tried my hardest.  I always tried turning the other cheek, and forgiving and it worked for a while, because  my mother was always their to pick up the pieces. One night my father got angry over something small and took it out on my mother for last time  instead of cowering like before. Something inside of me snapped and I hit him and he hit the floor, continually I hit him and hit him and hit him until I could barely breathe after over a half hour. Then the cops showed and my father went to jail  after a trip to the ER. My mother is  mostly okay except for all the scares pysical and not. But I left all that behind. I got on with my life after 17 years of misery and unhealable wounds on my own. I was known as nice, gentle, goofy kid. But now the hidden caged animal has broken free.  Strengthen by Hate and Forged by Pain. His name is The Irish Beast. I reside on a remote DeadEnd  road in the middle of nowhere.  People said get on with your life what life I can't control my violent hateful rage especially toward deserving assholes. My heart is like a broken bone that has healed wrong and it hurts like it is still broken so many years later. I became too emotionally sensitive as a young child almost to severity and it never left. Ever time my heart starts to heal something always happens.  Instead of dwelling in pain I told myself to do something don't just be lost. I found a mission a reason, for living. To indulge in violence. To Indulge in DCW. John McFire is who I once was. Now he is dead only the Irish Beast remains and his Brother is Wolfbane. As time has went on the truama has become more manageable. I've started to resume my life as a human. I've had live breathed into me once again! I help the weak, the abused and innocent no matter form they may be. This Southerner has felt it neccessary to tap into his darkside on more than occassion to fufill what is neccesary. Vengeance,  but more than this emotional response of aggression. Almost punishment, almost. What can I say? I have a darkside but mainly I'm just Irish.

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The one thing certain to this pained spirit is the that emotions come and emotions  go, pain and happiness come and pass,  the solidification to your soul alone is your mind and the wisdom it holds.

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