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| Glacier & Hudson vs. Dillusion & MV; SCW Tag Team Championship | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 7 2008, 07:27 PM (258 Views) | |
| Mr. D | Jul 7 2008, 07:27 PM Post #1 |
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| Josh Hudson | Jul 17 2008, 12:56 AM Post #2 |
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Living Legend
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The following is supposed to take place after this week's edition of Breakdown. The Italics part are just Hudson's thoughts, just a little FYI. Crash |
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| Dresser Boys | Jul 18 2008, 10:30 PM Post #3 |
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Karma's Warrior
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Marcus V. Lopez | vs. Sparklett
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| XdpK | Jul 18 2008, 10:45 PM Post #4 |
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Kills Unicorns
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“I can’t believe this crap” I scream at the top of my lungs throwing my trench coat across the room where it collides with a trash can knocking it down. Causing the sound of clattering water bottles, pop cans and whatever else may have been in the trash to fill the room. My Name is Dillusion I am one half of the SCW Tag team champions of the world and I just lost. I just got pinned by one of the two men that I will be defending my championship against. “Two losses in a row! How can I lose two damn matches in a row” I shout in frustration kicking my gym bag into the air it crashes into the wall. I drop my head in self disgust how did I manage to do this. How did I manage to lose two weeks in a row that damn stupid finger? That damn finger distracted me from my match with Josh Hudson. And because I wasn’t focused I ended up with a knee in the face for my troubles. I look in the mirror at the face I see in the mirror I look in the mirror and I glare at that face. I glare at that face faded and smudged face paint a swollen nose beneath it. I see that face and all I see is a loser. Two weeks in a row I have found myself down on my back on the mat for the three counts. I still hold my SCW World heavy weight Tag Title but with the way I am performing for how long. I look down at the belt resting on my shoulder slowly pulling it off and into both of my hands. I look at the title and realize I have yet to prove myself as a champion since winning this title. MV my partner and the other half of the tag team champions has proven him self. He beat Glacier cleanly in the center of the ring on breakdown. While I couldn’t make it a sweep I couldn’t beat Josh Hudson instead all I end up is his fucking knee in my face and being pinned yet again for the second week in a row. I kick my gym bag again thrusting my foot forward colliding with the black gym bag. I let out an annoying sigh and drop my head forward and fall forwards against the wall my fists clinched tightly my eyes focused on the wall. I think of the match in my head I replay the events over and while Josh Hudson is talented. All I can think of for a reason that I lost is carelessness. That I went out there and thought I had Hudson beat before the bell even rang. I was convinced that it was my right to win that no matter what happened I would pull through. I also couldn’t help but think of that damn finger on my bed side table from the hotel that some fan decided would be nice to send to me was at fault. “In your Honor” the fan said in my honor he was torturing some girl in a mineshaft who knows where. I doubt this shit ever happens to Mitch Doogan I twist my head looking again at my reflection in the mirror across the room. My body covered in sweat my long jet black hair drenched. I’m still wearing my ring gear Black and Green I decided would be this weeks colors Which now I think I’m going to burn this outfit. It must be jinxed or something it is the same gear I wore last week when I lost to Sean Alexander Cage. And now he won’t shut up about it. All I hear around the back is how he beat 11 champions and the latest victim was Dillusion. Poor Dillusion hasn’t his career been on a slump. Hasn’t he had a shitty year? Isn’t he finding himself on his back at least once a month if it ain’t Shorty Jr, Its Sean Cage, If it ain’t Cage, It’s Kinney, Hell I even lost to my own tag team partner before we formed a team together. What the hell is wrong with me what do I need to do to be at the level I know I should be at. I look at my self and I find myself glaring at what I see. I find my self glaring at my reflection in the mirror the image of one that fails to live up to his potential. I see myself and I find myself Disgusting I see myself and I see some one that can’t pull it together. I came back to the SCW with out a goal just a desire for competition. Has the SCW just become that much better or have I just become that much worse. I am sick of people doubting me sick of this uncertainty that I seem to be feeling. Why because something is missing…Something important is missing and I don’t know what it is. There is a link that is missing in the world of Dillusion and I need to find that link and bring all the puzzle pieces together. I’ve been losing to top end talent that isn’t the problem. The problem I see is I’ve always seen my self as one of the best. Better then those that have defeated me recently one of the best to ever step into a ring. But lately I have not been proving that lately I’ve been letting these voices these things in my head control me to much. I kneel down and reach into my gym bag pulling out a container of pills. I wonder if this is what I should do dope myself up on these drugs that are suppose to make me normal maybe this can set things right. “Normal your not normal” I hear a voice say. I look around to see where the voice is coming from. “You’re not the chosen one because you’re not normal” the voice says again. “Who are you?” I ask looking around the room to see where this mysterious voice is coming from. My hand moves to my SCW world heavy weight tag team title protectively clutching it in my hand against my chest. While still holding the container of pills in the other hand my thumb moving along the lid. “You have a destiny to fulfill but it is your choice whether or not you can achieve it. Or if you continue to live in this pathetic state of mediocrity you live in now.” The voice says as I turn quickly in a 90 degree angle. “I know that at least I thought I did I thought I knew a crazy voice told me it was my destiny.” I say my eyes darting to the left to then to the right trying to detect where the voice that was haunting me was coming from. “Your destiny is simple if you are truly living up to your potential. Your destiny is to be the greatest to have held the title you now hold. Your destiny is to bring prestige to this title you clutch in your arms. To heights that have long been thought imaginable. To truly become one of the best to ever step in to a SCW ring. But look at you clutching that title like a child with his prized toy. Is that title a toy to you?” The voice says in a questioning tone to the voice. “No of course not holding this title proves that I am achieving my destiny. That proves that I am one of the best in the SCW. But I just feel like something’s missing “I say my grip of my championship belt tightening to a near death grip. “Then why don’t you find it? Why do you continue to sulk and whine complaining about how you feel you are not performing at the level you think should be? Search out and find what is missing find it. And take hold of it becoming what you believe you should be. Do you want to be the crying child till your dying day? Or do you want to be the conquering champion the choice is yours sniveling child that can not accept accountability for his own action. Or champion that fights with out fear. The champion that will not let one defeat stand in his way of taking what he wants. The champion that will maim, destroy, mangle any step into his way. So tell me are you the champion or are you the sniveling child?” The voice asks in a more taunting manner. His words ring through my head this voice taunting me I had to know who this voice was taunting me I do another 360 turn to see if I can spot where the voice is coming from. “Hudson beat me because I wasn’t focused because I was too focused on that finger cutting lunatic” I say with frustration my grip of the title tightening even further. “That’s an excuse you pathetic sniveling coward. Admit you lost admit that you got beaten because thought yourself the hero. And you assumed the hero always wins. That by some mystical force you would win because you Dillusion are the hero. But the truth is you’re lucky no one cares about you no one listens to you. You are the mad man on the street corner begging for change. Not the hero you see yourself as accept it you are nothing and that is why you lost to Josh Hudson. Because he is something and you are nothing. You live on this fact you’re a champion but you continue to prove that being a champion is being some one that constantly loses that is constantly defeated. You are a joke a sad pathetic punch line and that is what you’ll continue to be until you get it through you thick skull that just because you have potential doesn’t mean everything will be handed to you. Earn your spot at the higher level stop claiming its yours start taking it as yours by force. “The voice says as I snarl feeling this voices lecture to be more annoying then helpful. “I did let Hudson get by I did let down my guard. But he is talented and losing to him is nothing to be ashamed of he is a hell of a wrestler. Maybe tonight just wasn’t my night. Maybe-” I say trying to explain myself to this mysterious voice. “Your pathetic your justifying losing you’re accepting that you lost. If you want to be anything you’re going to have to lose that yellow stripe down your back. If some one beats you learn from your mistakes find where he is weak and take advantage by any means necessary. Even if you must act with honor you can still take advantage of some ones weaknesses. “NO you lie! You believe that because you have been chosen that means you are invincible! When you are not! If you were you wouldn’t end each match on your back! Face your weakness coward! Admit you are the dog you are!” The Voice shouts at me interrupting me mid sentence the voice so loud so forceful that it makes my ears buzz causing me to grit my teeth a little. “I am not making excuses! I am telling the truth damn it! Hudson got lucky at Rise to Greatness he will not have that luck. He will be against the best in the world. I will not be a revival to Hudson’s career or Glacier’s big break. I won’t step down from my place as champion I will not!” I shout back at this voice that haunts “Your opponents will defeat you weren’t you the one who just admitted defeat? Do you think some how victory will magically come to you? Nothing just happens magically where is the vicious monster that fed on the pain of his opponents? Where is the beast that would take every thing in an opponents arsenal and then come back like a merciless beast from the pits of hell. Why is the once merciless madman replaced with this comedic parody? Glimpses of the wolf hiding beneath this dog have been seen is Jason Wheeler the only way this beast will show its teeth? Wheeler has been defeated now you have a new foe and that is Glacier that is Josh Hudson. If this weak dog is to show himself at Rise to Greatness defeat is guaranteed.” The voice rings into my head causing an icy shiver to crawl down my back like a dagger of ice piercing my flesh and pulling slowly down my back. Making the bones beneath my skin crave to rip out of this feeble shell. I try to move to shake off this pain these words were getting to me. The things I was afraid to admit that the fear of going soft that I had now become weak. “I will not lose MV set the bar and I will do my part I will do my part and we will win. There’s no way I will let this title just slip away from me now. “I say this fighting is pain that was filling my body why wasn’t I accepting it? Why was I feeling so week and succumbing to this pain? “Can you really depend on him to all the work? You agree don’t you? That you aren’t the monster you once were. That you aren’t a wolf any more that now you are merely a dog. A dog with teeth perhaps but a dog none the less a dog that can not win this fight. The wolf is dead the wolf was turned into a lazy old dog that relies only on the same old tricks. Tricks that aren’t working any more just pretending to be the wolf won’t be enough anymore. Accept now that Defeat is possible that at this moment you have no chance at victory.” The voice growls at me like a feral beast the tone vicious its words so biting. Each word hitting me like a jab of a hard fist against my jaw. As if I were in a fight that I could not win because each word was true. But I still believed that the voice was wrong that I could beat Hudson and Glacier that no matter what I would still be able to pull through. I shake my head in denial I would not admit this I could not admit this. “That is one thing I will never accept I will never accept the possibility of defeat I will never accept the chance that I may lose! NEVER! I am the best damn it! The BEST! I train I live I sleep for this title! I will die for this title at rise to greatness before I lose it!” I say with spite in my voice with power and determination. I will never admit any one is better then me. Jason Wheeler thought he was better then me but I defeated him. I beat him three consecutive times to prove that I am the better man. “You are as stubborn as any spoiled child aren’t you? But not admitting your going to lose isn’t going to stop Hudson and Glacier from taking those titles from you and MV.” The voice says calmly this time with out the pain with out the tremors inside my head. “I am not a child I am a warrior! Just because some voice in my head decides to come out and play. You talk down to me you talk to me like I have lost all that I was. But I still stand here with my goals accomplished. I am a champion and this title is proof!” I say holding my championship belt up in the air. “You are a champion that has proven nothing you couldn’t even defeat two women how sad is that? Do you think simply being able to keep a championship for a time without defending it makes you a great champion? Hudson beat you and it will happen again and you’ll never have a chance to prove yourself. If you don’t start acting like a wolf and so that viciousness that got you to where you are now. Show it to me!” The voice growls at me as I feel a force pushing me back. Causing the container of pills to slip out of my hand and fall to the ground. “You think you can push me around just because I can’t see you?” I say snarling I feel the force push me back again causing me to step back. “Dillusion the man who once claimed himself a messiah, a priest, a chosen one but only able to prove how easily he can be defeated. If you wish to test yourself to see if those old dulled out fangs of yours have any bite in them show me.” The voice boasts its words echoing in my head. “You seem so concerned with me so convinced that I have lost my edge that I’m not the wolf I use to be. Show yourself please come be my guest show me what you have.” I say dropping my tag team title on the bench. Going into a fighting stance clinching my fists my brow narrowed. “As you wish Dillusion let us dance the brutal dance of violence and brutality. You dog let’s see how much of this pain you claim to love you can take. I hoped that I would not have to resort to this method… Alright that’s a lie to truly send my message to you I knew all along this is what it would come down to. Pain, Violence, Brutality the most basic human way to solve any problem” The voice says as a shadow forms in front of me. I tilt my head to the side looking curiously as this figure forms before me. I find a smile forming on my face finally a voice in my head that is willing to back up its words. “There is no other way…Make me better show give me the pain I need oh fearsome beast. Or just let me tear you limb from limb if mysterious creepy voices can be torn limb from limb it doesn’t really matter because I have some pent of frustration that I am just dying to relieve.” I say licking my lips I hadn’t been able to actually lash out at any of these voices in my head. If one actually decided to come out and play manifesting myself. This could be real fun this could make this night a whole lot better. And make up for the whole knee strike in the face thing. Things were really starting to look up for me. Sure I lost my match but now at least I get to prove I’m not insane or maybe not as insane as everyone thinks I am. “You will find that this voice is has more then just words of encouragement to offer. “ The voice says as the shadow before me begins to grow in form. The darkness begins to gain detail and texture. Two Dark purple lights appear where the eyes should be. The shadow towers over me. I find myself grinning my foot tapping the ground in anticipation. “And I’m going to offer you proof that I am still that wolf you keep talking about.” I say swinging my fist at the center of the shadow. I feel something surround my fist before I realize what has happened or before I have time to react. I find my self flying across the room my back colliding with the hard cement wall. “That was fun can I have another go” I say in a sarcastic tone a smile forming on my face. I get back onto one knee the black figure moving slowly towards me. “And this is supposed to teach me what? That the wall isn’t a comfy place to land” I say feeling the figure grip my hair and roughly tug me back to my feet. “You forget who you are” The voice says slamming a fist into my chest causing me to gasp for air. “Are you the clown? Are you here to make every one laugh to amuse them? Is that your goal to make every one laugh at how pathetic you are” The voice says tugging at my hair forcing my head up so my eyes fall on those two dark purple orbs. That seems more like marbles floating in the air then eye balls being held in place by a skull. “Well… I don’t see a problem with bringing a smile to people’s faces.” I say with a smile looking at the figure before me. I feel another impact hit me in the stomach hard I let out a cough and smile again. “I didn’t see you smile after Josh Hudson beat you this week because you acted like a weakling. FIGHT!” The voice screams at me as I feel a series of impacts hit my stomach one after another like a machine gun. Blow after blow one after another hitting my stomach. I fall back dropping down to one knee again wincing a little. “Nice but how does beating my ass teach me to be more vicious doesn’t it just teach me anything If I can’t even hit you” I say leaping forward toward the shadow I reach out to grab hold of the figure and my hand takes hold of it. I feel between my fingers what feels like silk before I can do anything else. I feel an impact slam down onto a spine it feels like a club or maybe a hammer. My body crashes down onto the ground. “Do you feel it within you yet?” I feel what I could only be a foot press down on my spine. “This is the pain you so yearned for. Now I ask you do you really think randomly charging in like an idiot is vicious in any way.” The being then puts more weight on my spine I let out a scream of pain as it feels like over five hundred pounds on the center of my spine. “Now fight Dillusion fight like the warrior you believe your self to be not the pathetic whelp you have shown yourself to be lately” I feel the weight leave my spine I let out a breathe. And smile I knew now this thing could be touched that was a plus. I push my self up to my knees. I charge at the shadow leaping into my air I thrust my knee forward. However before I know it I feel a hand take a hold of my body and swing my entire body through the air slamming me knee first into the wall. I wail out in agony holding my knee throwing my head back as the pain burns at my knee like a flame. “Not fast enough Dillusion…You need to be faster. Why are you screaming I thought this is what you loved? I thought that you lived on pain you seem to be just like everyone else about now.” The voice says picking me up by the ankle of the leg which he had just slammed against the wall. “But a….scratch” I say wincing a little through the pain my knee throbbing with pain. I grit my teeth. What was I doing why was I succumbing to this pain. This burning agony from my knee was I losing track of who I even was. “Is that so? So you wouldn’t mind if I did this then” The being twists my leg by the knee bending it as much as it could possibly bend with out snapping it. I clinched my eyes shut how was this happening. Had I really become this weak had I really completely lost myself? “Your suppose to be enjoying this Dillusion. It doesn’t seem like you are enjoying this it seems like you’re in pain. Just say the word and I’ll let go of you say that you are a lie. Say that you have lost all that you were and the viscous animal that loved pain is dead and in his place is a weakling.” The voice says twisting my leg at the knee even further causing me to let another scream of pain out. “No… I won’t” His words finally getting to me I push up and then twisting my body with a sudden movement throwing the shadowy being off me. I move quickly kicking the mass of shadow. My movements fast like a blur almost I was moving on pure instinct pure vicious instinct. “That’s It Dillusion discard the coward within let the wolf out.” The voice says as I swing at its head it moves dodging that attack. But I hit it in the midsection with a knee. All the pain seems to have faded. No it wasn’t gone I was using it. Using it to energize myself to unleash the wolf within. “This is what you wanted? I will give you what you want!” I say as I dodge an attempt of to grab me. And then I move swinging my elbow striking the being in the head. I do it again my elbow moving quickly like a piston smashing into the beings face where its nose should be. I feel a hand grip my throat but I don’t stop I keep slamming my elbow into the shadow. The hang tightens on my throat but I see red and I don’t stop I can’t stop. “Yes Dillusion let out the viciousness strike like the demon you are. Strike as if it were Josh Hudson or Glacier before your eyes. The ones who seek to take away your precious title from you. “I blink and that is what I see the smug face of Glacier starring back at me with a grin on his face. I scream an animalistic scream of rage my elbow slamming into the side of Glacier’s head. But he continues to grin he continues to smile a confident smile. A smile that said to me “enjoy that title while you can”. “You see him don’t you. You see your foe the one who seeks to take what you cherish” The voice says as I slam my elbow into the vision of Glaciers head. The hand on my throat tightens causing me to cough. It pushes me back against the wall I glare at the face of glacier that then morphs into the face of Josh Hudson. The laughing face of Josh Hudson the man who had just beaten me. “I won’t lose I won’t be beaten again! Get out of my head Hudson!” I scream hearing Josh’s laugher in my head. I rush at this image of my enemy taking it down to by tackling my enemy. But the laughing won’t stop I clinch my eyes shut shaking my head. I feel my hair being tugged again and then an arm across my throat I feel myself pulled back falling back and then suddenly a pain goes through my back. As If my back were laying on some ones knee and then the arm wraps around my neck once more I fight to get out of the grip that holds me. I feel a flurry of strike shower me from the position I am in there is no defense. I feel my already swelling nose get worse blood flowing down from it. “You are starting to understand Dillusion. You are starting to become what you need to become but your not there yet. Find that wolf with in and Find what else is missing….find it and maybe you will be still a champion on Monday morning.” I feel the arm around me release me my body drops down to the ground. I blink and see nothing the black figure is gone. “You’ll see...I will still be a champion…And now I got something….something that will help me.” I say grinning as I start to laugh starring at my reflection in the mirror across from me on the locker room wall. I laugh and reach out pulling my title back to me holding it closely in my arms I laugh. “I won’t let you go…I won’t lose you…No your mine…And no one is going to take you away from me. Not Glacier! Not Hudson! NO ONE!” I close my eyes rolling on the floor laughing holding my tag team title against my chest. My body ached from the beaten I had taken at the hands of the mysterious voice my ribs were sore, my nose felt swollen and maybe even broken, head throbbing from the multiple strikes to it. But I felt great I felt better then I had in weeks. I look at my reflection look at myself and my tag team title. What I saw was some one who will do anything to win..Something was missing but I have it back now pain is my tool and It is mine to use and mine to abuse. I look at my reflection and I see a smile form on my face. Things really are starting to look up. “Beautiful… Simply beautiful… No ones going to take you from me. I won’t ever let you go. I’m not going to let anyone take you from me EVER.” =FiN= |
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| Glacier | Jul 19 2008, 02:06 AM Post #5 |
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The Coldest Mofo Around
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I'm going to pass out soon... Tag Champs |
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| Josh Hudson | Jul 19 2008, 10:57 PM Post #6 |
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Living Legend
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Its been fun guys... Corruption |
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| XdpK | Jul 19 2008, 10:58 PM Post #7 |
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And I thought Two in a row was bad now it’s three in a row. Another week another loss this is not looking good for me. Rise to Greatness its all on the line my tag team titles my destiny. What I have been working so hard for to this point. You know the deal if you have been paying attention to my stories as of late and that is my quest to prove my self as a great tag team champion. That however has not been going to good I was expecting to go right into title defense about a month as champion this will be our first. But now I am not doubtful like I was. I feared for my title feared that I wouldn’t have with it takes to do what needs to be done. At least what the nice voice that beat the crap out of me said needs to be done. And who better to listen to then an ominous voice that violent beats you while preaching beads of sage like wisdom. While I didn’t exactly agree with the voices accusing me of losing my edge. That now I wasn’t vicious enough that while once I was now I had become a parody of myself. Now I have read Mad Magazine and I am not a parody of who I once was. If I was a parody of myself in mad or cracked magazine wouldn’t my name be Dullusion or maybe Dipllusion or how about Dill Pickle you’d think if I was a parody if I was a good parody of myself my name would be a witty statement to that. I’d mock my compulsive leather jacket wearing with compulsive members only jacket wearing. Make the face paint more resemble a mime now that would be a parody. But a losing streak people not taking me seriously enough that’s not a parody that’s annoying. Anyways that’s not whets important the important thing is this. Something’s missed it the tag title win was huge but still since then I’ve had no success. A DQ finish means nothing to me in fact when Hudson and Glacier attacked MV and myself they stole our second win as a team from us they took our chance to set a standard away from us. It was our chance to make a first impression as champions and that was stolen from us. Perhaps that is the problem that attack took me off guard put me off balance and caused me to lose something. So because of that sense of loss I’ve decided to travel back to the beginning of my career. The very beginning to speak with the man who trained me how to do what I do now. I travel by plane to Toronto Ignore all the messages the police had left on my machine asking me if I had any other Idea’s about that finger that was sent to me. I turn off my cell I didn’t need any interruptions. I land in Toronto after a long torturous flight made worse by flubber being the on flight movie. I smile looking over the Toronto skyline the SCW hadn’t be in Toronto since id returned I nearly forgot how nice it looked. I walk down the terminal to the entrance and I see a line of taxi’s I find the first empty one. I’ve been pro for about three years now. I soared from living in an asylum and taking Indy dates on my visit days to being the world champion. I’ve been called the next great star to a has been. I’ve been called one of the elite and I’ve also been called washed up. People are entitled to there opinions I suppose but I would rather they take they’re opinions and take a stroll in traffic. It’s probably a bad Idea to dwell on the opinions of others but when you’re in an occupation that’s your bread and butter. A negative review some one who doubts your talent can be like long dragging nails on a chalk board. Rise to Greatness if I don’t win them over I’ll just have to make them sick with the violence I cause. Maybe he’ll know whets missing what will help me become the perfect force of calculating viciousness. I must envision myself the blood thirsty predator. His den invaded by trespassers I’ve watched them enter my domain I need to watch and wait for the perfect time. To strike and tear them to pieces bit by bit. The taxi pulls up in front of the building Xtreme Enterprises. I look up at the glowing neon sign on the building. The man who trained me didn’t exactly have the patience to be a teacher. He was one of the best technical wrestlers I’d ever seen wrestle. One of the most intense Xtreme former ICW, IWA, UWO World Champion, Countless other singles and tag titles. I picked him because his was the best wrestling school. His wasn’t like some where the name wrestler would show up for the first session and disappear. No Xtreme was there each and every day pushing us. But he had a problem and that was high standards if you were out of shape if you didn’t have desire he’d throw you out along with your money. I was the best in the class by the end every one had quit from the verbal abuse or been kicked out both figuratively and physically. Xtreme lived up to his name in that his attitude was Xtreme he wasn’t one of those hardcore wrestlers who called them self Xtreme. He actually started using that name before the term became popular and he despised it being used to describe trash wrestling as he called it. He was a character then that’s for sure I wonder if he was still the same. After my class there was no other he couldn’t stand amateurs anymore. Sure he was still in the entertainment business but now where his wrestling school use to be now was a strip club. He still ran it least he did the last time I heard news about him he did. I walk to the front door and there’s a bouncer just an inch taller then me. “I’m here to talk to Xtreme” I say looking the bouncer in the face. “Dillusion is that you?” The tall man says to me tilting his head looking at me. “Yea….who else would it be?” I ask as I look at the tall man directly into his eyes well his sunglasses and I recognize him Stu one of the last students left. He got injured when Xtreme was in one of his bad moods and wouldn’t release a sharpshooter after Stu said it didn’t hurt. Xtreme made him realize the sharpshooter hurt like hell. “Never expected you to visit here” Stu says looking me over my leather trench coat, black challenge of the go-bots t-shirt and black jeans. “I need to talk to Xtreme is he in?” I ask tilting my head to the side and then looking away from Stu to the inside. “Yea he’s in but he’s not been happy with you this week. Says you’re shaming him and pissing on his legacy. You’re probably the last person he wants to talk to about now” Stu replies “Well I didn’t know he cared so much” I say with a smirk pressing a strand of my curly jet black hair out of my face. “He doesn’t… you know he doesn’t care about anyone” Stu replies “Well I’d love to talk to you about old times Stu but how much can there be said about the numerous concussions I gave you while training.” Stu looks at me confused I guess he didn’t remember all of those concussions. “Wha..” Stu says looking at me trying to remember “It’s not important just point me a the direction your boss is at.” I say moving towards the door that Stu is blocking. “He’s at the bar” Stu says this stepping out of the ring opening the door for me. Entering the club I smell the alcohol the smoke from the smoke machines and numerous other club smells. “Got The Life” By Korn was blasting through the speakers. It makes me smile still the egotistical bastard. He may not be wrestling but he still loves the sound of his old entrance music. I look over the club the walls plastered with posters of Xtreme’s past glory. I notice a few of my own here and there but they are in a hundred to one ratio. Which for Xtreme is actually very modest almost as if he were proud of me? Instead of a stage there is a ring I look more closely and see that it is the very same ring I had been trained in. There was a girl in each corner dancing on against the turnbuckle. Each girl in a different outfit the one closest to me an Asian girl with long black hair in pigtails a lollipop in her mouth. I turn my head away from the candy both Eye and sugar coated and see Xtreme standing at the bar sipping a drink from a glass. Knowing Xtreme it was probably something that could knock out a small army. I move past several people and make my way to the bar. Standing on both sides of Xtreme a beautiful bottle dyed red head. They could pass as twins perhaps they were. Of course matching boob jobs I don’t think are a common thing for twins. Xtreme had always had a thing for Red heads with big boobs. I look away to the balloon twins and look to my former mentor. He has the same build he did when he was training me. His hair black with red streaks in it his hair tied back in a pony tail. His out fit almost identical to the one Patrick Swayze I cringe at the thought of that horrible movie. “Well if it isn’t the prodigal returned to see his mentor? What brings you to my humble Establishment Dillusion? “Xtreme says in an unwelcome tone I already feel like he wants me out of here. “To talk Xtreme…” I am about to explain about my troubles about my losing streak about the pure and utter frustration that has been driving me mad. The fact that I know something is missing but I can’t figure it out. “Oh god don’t tell me this is one of those lame ass finding yourself journeys. Oh fuck I feel like I’m in one of those horrible rocky sequels. I’ve seen how shitty you’ve been doing lately Dillusion. It sucks the midcard sucks ass I hated being there well the few times I was there I was never in Midcard purgatory like you are. But still I understand. BUT that does not mean I’m going to pat you on the back and reassure you that everything is going to be alright. I don’t do that shit if you want that go dig up Mr. Rogers” Xtreme says taking a long drink from his glass “Its not that It’s just what am I missing I know I can be one of the best I know I am” I say biting down a little on my lower lip. “Yea right you one of the best sure. I doubt any one in the SCW is one of the best maybe one maybe two. I’m one of the best your still a fucking rookie Jesus. Win the big belt once and suddenly you think you got the Midas touch. You one if the best? A whining sniveling bitch like you fuck Dillusion. Win a couple more world titles and then come to me. So tell me has the search party reported back yet on where your balls are yet?” Xtreme asks in a sarcastic tone with a confident smirk. “I’ve been there Xtreme I felt the glory it was to be the best in the world. I feel it now as one half of the SCW tag team champions but it just seems like lately I’m off.” I say this looking at Xtreme seeing the expression on his face I could tell he thought I was full of shit. “You’ve been at this for three years sure you launched to the place you are now like a bat out of hell. I know your good hell I trained your crazy ass when you came to me you were a crazy fuck with a crazy dream. I molded you into some one that could entertain some one that could go in there and go toe to toe with any one. You know what you had then you don’t have now guts. You’re too damn fucking accepting. What the hell did accepting being a midcard bitch ever do for anyone beside keep a warm spot at the curtain as a curtain jerker? Stop accepting it and start causing shit start making people talk about that crazy fuck that will do anything to prove his point. In this business you got to be stubborn because people are always going to be trying to push you down. Some one is always going to be waiting to take your spot. Our business is full of a bunch of vultures that are all fighting for a piece of meat you got to get your piece or you’re going to starve.” Xtreme explains leaning back against the bar. “So is that what you think I am missing? Is that what you think I need a stronger will a greater desire to win?” I ask “Hell if I know what you need do I look like Yoda? I do know what it takes to survive what I did to survive. If some one was after my spot Id beat they’re skull in with a chair. If some one wanted my title I’d do what ever it takes to make sure that my opponent wouldn’t be walking into that match with control. No one ever walked into the ring thinking they were in control against me I wouldn’t let it. Mind games it’s called and you Dillusion are getting an f unless you count convincing yourself that you don’t have a chance then you would be getting an "a". I’ve seen you on breakdown. I’ve seen you on hostility I get glimpses of that stubborn nut job kid that wouldn’t tap out. That wouldn’t admit I was his better. That’s what impressed me about you Dillusion when I was training you even when you didn’t know shit you wouldn’t give in to me. You wouldn’t even say to me a former god damn world heavy weight champion. You just wouldn’t let out those words “I quit Xtreme you really are better then me”. That Pissed me off how dare this fucking kid not admit I am better then him. How dare he! That’s what I saw in you determination and now seeing what I’ve seen I don’t see it anymore.” Xtreme says with a sigh taking out a wash cloth and slowly cleaning the glass in his hand. “I am determined still more then ever-“I say but then I’m interrupted. “I don’t give a shit Dillusion I got my money for training you and if you don’t want to listen to what I have to say you can go fuck off. I don’t care if you’re listening but don’t waste my time. Honestly I don’t give a fuck about you I don’t give a fuck about Josh Hudson and I don’t give a fuck about Glacier.” Xtreme growls at me his brow narrowed glaring directly into my eyes. “This match just has me on edge I’m so worried about what will happen. I want to be a great tag team champion not a punch line. “I say lowering my eyes. “You’re a punch line already what does it matter. You got to ignore the mindless fucks of the world and think for yourself and do what you got to do. Stop being such an Emo bitch for god sake you’ve just been around me a couple seconds and I want to slap you across the face and stop that whining of yours.” He says pouring himself another drink. “I think I get it now… I really have been doing this all wrong looking for a sign looking for guidance. Now I realize I just got to go out there and kick ass and do what ever it takes to win. “I say with a smile as I suddenly feel I have the enlightenment I had been looking for. “What ever just please don’t ever come to me with this whining bull shit. Fuck I’d rather listen to my ex complains about alimony then listen to you beg me for some sort of great advice that will salvage your career.” Xtreme says with his usual venom as he gulps down his entire drink. “I don’t think I’ll need to Xtreme in your own way I think you helped out” I say with a smile. “If you hug me I swear I will put you through that glass table over there” Xtreme says coldly motioning to a glass table across from where we stood. “Maybe next time that does sound fun” I say looking to the glass table envisioning my self going through it. “You are a crazy bastard I never under stood the masochist thing and how some one could enjoy getting there own skull cracked open” Xtreme says this with a look of disgust. “It’s an acquired taste really thanks again Xtreme” I say as I turn remembering I did have a flight to Atlanta to catch. My flight to Greatness actually my flight to rise to greatness and my chance at revenge at Hudson and Glacier my chance to prove myself. “Wait some one came by told me to give you this if you showed up. Said you may come asking for guidance. I didn’t believe the bastard but here you are” Xtreme says this reaching out from under the counter and pulling out an envelope and handing it to me. “Thanks Xtreme.” I say taking the letter “Yea…Good Luck kid...if you’re ever in town come by and I’ll have my best girls give you the best lap dance you’ve ever had.” He says with a smirk. I laugh giving Xtreme a nod and then rushing out the door I didn’t have much time I had to get to the Airport and get to my chance at Greatness and that it would be… -FiN- |
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