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CHBK vs. Christian Savior
Topic Started: Jun 24 2013, 05:50 PM (76 Views)
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[align=center]Rise of the Phoenix


--Swimming with the Fishes--[/align]


Trainer: That's it, Rose! Very good!


I looked up from the little sitting area with the raised floor (only a few inches) to see her in the pool. She was struggling, but that wasn't a surprise. Her face bobbed in and out of the water as the lifeguard was near her, keeping her afloat if she struggled too much. You'd think that having another man handle my wife like that would make me jealous, especially after so long with her true touch, but I could not find that emotion in me. In fact, all I could do was feel pride as she fought through. Pride and hope as I watched her swim.

There were other people. This was PT Swim or some training program like that. I couldn't remember the name, but it was what the doctor had advised.

The doctor. He had been so shocked when I had walked into that hospital. It was after visiting hours and I had just marched in, caught him and went up to Rose's room. He had no idea that I knew she was awake. Had even tried to stop me. Pfft, as if he could. I had opened the door to see the most beautiful face I had ever seen. She smiled weakly at me and had said my name. The doctor had rushed in, shocked that Rose had awoke after so long. He had forgotten asking how I knew. Doubt he would believe me if I told him anyway. "Her ghost has been with me. She told me something was wrong. And then she called me when she awoke."

Yeah, some things were better left unsaid.

My neck ached a little and I rose a hand to rub it carefully. My match with Marina Trent had taken its toll, but the damage done by Thirteen had further aggravated it. Bit of ice and relaxation coupled with some stretching had done the job. Still, I hadn't exactly had time to deal with SCW. It was barely enough to get the match with CHBK. Fortunately, I had been given it so that was something.

Poor Rose, I thought as I watched her swim across the shallow-area of the pool, kicking with her legs as she held the floating surf-pad thingy to help. She had immediately, upon waking up actually, set into plan a workout pattern to strengthen her legs. She wanted to walk again. She wanted to run. Gods, her eyes were so determined when she had first told me. I protested and said she needed more rest, but she had "rested enough", she had said. I suppose she was right in that sense. But I hadn't told her.

Poor Rose.

I wanted to tell her but I didn't have the courage to do so yet. There was too much on my mind, on our minds, for me to tell her. And the last thing I wanted to do was make her feel like it was her fault this was happening.

Trainer: Excellent, Rose. Keep your legs straight when kicking.

I heard other trainers but I had purposely sat near Rose's "training section" so I could hear her and her trainer. Looking down at my cellphone, I noticed a few missed calls. One from my agent and another from Gabe, checking in on me, I imagined. There were two more that I wasn't sure who they were from, but I assumed it was either Fido with a request for a bill payment or it was one of several media people looking for a comment on Thirteen's attack on me.

What comment? He attacked me. I stalked him on Breakdown. I wanted an answer, he didn't give one. This had been swirling for a year now and it was already being dubbed "The Feud A Year in the making". Yeah, they didn't say match because no one knew if this would end up in a match. Hell, I had no idea.

But I wanted one. For so long, Thirteen had eluded my grasp, just like CHBK had done. Actually, my match with CHBK had been more of a test for me. Like Thirteen, I wanted revenge on Alex for his actions, particularly involving the United States Championship. I wanted Thirteen more, but I had no sway and no say in that. No, I needed to prove that I could make the most out of "requests". Beating CHBK would definitely prove that.

The plan was perfect. I'd go out there and make it about revenge, drive SCW into hysteria and cheers for my "Phoenix of Vengeance" angle. P.O.V. cool name. And the result would be enough sway to then ask for a match with Thirteen. Hopefully a special one.

But Rose had no idea. Quietly, I pressed the screen to check the first message that had been recorded on my answering machine. I was right, it was from my agent. Michael's voice rang through the phone.

Michael: Hey Christian, it's Michael. Give me a call when you get this.

That was all it said. Quickly, I dialed the number. Michael had been my agent since my early years in Monday Nite Wars. Had always looked out for my best interests. When I had needed more money for Rose years ago, she had set up the meetings with O. D.'s team that would eventually lead to the boss and I forming the Empire. It had been Michael that had made me one of the highest paid wrestlers in IWC and well-paid in SCW when I had returned. But recently, I had asked Michael to look away from wrestling. And to keep that a secret from Rose.

The phone rang as I dialed the number and I waited for a moment.

Michael: Michael Tilson Talent Agency.

Savior: Michael, it's Christian.

Michael: Oh good, fast response. How are you?

Savior: I'm at the pool for Rose's training.

Michael: She alright?

Savior: Yeah. She's doing well. She can't hear me.

I looked up to see Rose looking up at me as she breathed heavily, resting on the rail edge of the pool frame for a minute. She raised an eyebrow at me, an obvious question about "who was calling". Quickly, I just waved at her and smiled, mouthing the words "phone company". She nodded quickly before pushing off the side with her legs as she held the board, continuing her laps.

Savior: Any way, what's up?

Michael: You have a job.

Savior: Yeah, I know. SCW. I-

Michael: No, Christian. I mean we have an offer.

Savior: Seriously? So fast?

Michael: Yeah.

I was almost floored. I had only asked a week after Taking Hold of the Flame for Michael to get to work on this. Already, there was a job. Not a possibility. Not a maybe.

Savior: What about meetings? Auditions?

Michael: Not necessary. They want you.

Savior: What is it?

Michael: It's a romantic thriller about a man that leaves in two worlds. His real life and the life in his head.

Savior: Life in his head?

Michael: Well, it's like a second world. See, he spends his time in a coma for the first bit of the season-

Savior: Season?

Michael: It's a television series.

Savior: Wow.

Michael: And his two worlds collide when similarities.

Savior: Who's doing it?

Michael: Company in Toronto.

Savior: What's the scale?

Michael: It's smaller. Not massive like SCW, but they are already slotted for Fringe application.

Savior: Pay?

Michael: I think it's reasonable. I think it's definitely workable. Umm...it's a little under what you're use to though.

He was honest, part the reason why I had chosen him. He didn't bullshit me like so many tried to. He was a friend, which made working with him all the easier.

Savior: How much under?

Michael: It's about 100 000 an episode.

Savior: How many they making?

Michael: Right now, for season one, it's twelve episodes over two months, startling in August.


I was quiet for a minute, thinking about what was being placed before me. This was an investment.

Michael: If it gets picked up, maybe more. Negotiations are just for one season.

Savior: Yeah.

It had only seemed tangible before now, but hearing the offer...Money wasn't important to me. It was about making this real. I knew what I wanted and what I had to do. But now that it was before me: could I do it?

Looking out, I saw my wife kicking through another lap, watching her crimson red one-piece bathing suit barely hide the muscled in her back and rear. She was beautiful but she was so insecure right now. Gods, the number of times I had heard say she "wasn't beautiful" or that she was "out of shape". It drove me crazy. For months of seeing her ghost, to see her alive and full of life and love. She had no idea how beautiful she was to me.

Maybe she was just too afraid of losing me after being in the darkness for so long.

Yeah, I had to do this.

Savior: Alright. You free Wednesday?

Michael: Yeah.

Savior: We'll go over the script and make a decision then,

Michael: Alright. What do you want me to tell the directors?

Savior: Who's the company?

Michael: Small group, calls themselves Syndicate Productions.

Savior: Nice name. Tell them that I'm interested as well as I would like to be considered to produce it as well.

Michael: You sure, Christian? It might be a flop.

Savior: Michael, we have to start somewhere. If I can't make it as an actor, at least I can produce.

Michael: Alright. I'll put the word in. Wednesday at 3 okay?

Savior: Yeah. Your office?

Michael: Yeah, we can go for lunch too.

Savior: Right, thanks Michael.

Michael: Yeah.

The line went dead and quickly dialed another number when prompted. The phone rang and I was suddenly speaking to the familiar voice of my psychologist/shrink/therapist. He covered alot of ground so I wasn't sure what to label him as.

Gabe: Hello?

Savior: Gabe. It's Christian.

Gabe: Christian! Hello. Been a while since I heard from you. Everything going alright? How is Rose?

Savior: Fine. She's training right now so my time's been eaten up by that.

Gabe: Are you being supportive?

Savior: Absolutely. Long as she doesn't push it too far.

Gabe: Well that's up for her to decide.

Savior: Right. Listen, you free on Thursday?

Gabe: Thursday? Let me check.

I heard some rustling of papers and some quiet words and movement, but it was only for a moment.

Gabe: No, I'm afraid not. I'm booked solid. What about Friday?

Savior: No good, I have to be in Ohio on Friday for Supreme Saturday. What about Wednesday?

Gabe: Wednesday? Yes, I have an opening at 6pm.

Savior: Kinda late for you, isn't it?

Gabe: Usually, but I don't mind.

Savior: It's like I'm family now.

I laughed off-handedly but was surprised when I heard his response.

Gabe: Absolutely.

Family. It was still nice to hear that from him.

Savior: Alright. Rose and I will be there.

Gabe: Excellent, I'll just pencil you in...there we go. Anything you're looking to discuss.

Savior: Yeah, I think I need to let her know my decision about SCW.

Gabe: You mean...you're retirement?

Savior: Yeah. That.

Gabe didn't say a word but I figured he was nodding.

Gabe: Well good for you, Christian. I think this is best to be dealt with as soon as possible.

Savior: Yeah. Six pm?

Gable: Tomorrow at six pm.


He confirmed before I said goodbye and hung up. Turning my head over to the side, I saw several people coming and going from the swimming pool. They were done it would seem. Turning my head back over to where Rose was, I saw her treading water using her arms and legs.

Trainer: Three more minutes, Rose.

Hope she has travel and I can give her CPR.

I chuckled off-handedly again, the slight humor I felt at the joke was enough to make me smile as well. Rose would have to know sooner or later. She would have to understand that this wasn't her fault.

The truth was, I had been contemplating retirement since the end of 2012. The beating I had received at the hands of Pinnacle (what they were calling themselves now) had left me out of the heavyweight title match and made it easy pickings for Thirteen to take the title.

The truth was, I wasn't as "invincible" as I once was. Oh I was far beyond "crippled" or "fragile", but that match and all that had come my way had made me realize that I truly was on borrowed time. My shoulder had been replaced with screws and metal, my knee had to be surgically repaired, my neck had issues.

I was winding down. And not even thirty yet. I still had some ways to go but...

I actually envied the stupidity of Alex. He was coming back to wrestle. He was eager to "be a part" of the fighting again. Whether this was another useless quest to "become SCW champion again", probably to try and beat my brother's "most reigns record" or not, I didn't really care. It was foolish. He was more banged up than I was and yet he was wanting to be thrown into the fray again.

It was stupid. And I kinda envied that I wasn't so stupid. Time was running out and I was running out of miracles to pull in order to recover.

If I was honest with myself, I knew that this would happen eventually. I would eventually have to retire. Hang up the tights, stop chasing dreams and just live the happy life Rose and I deserved. I had already taken so much from her, I thought as I watched her push and actually groan as she fought the exhaustion. Rose had been there for me all along, despite our many ups and downs.

Even now, she wanted to walk and run again for herself but also for me. That was what had driven me to this choice. One of the first things she had said to me privately was just...so amazing...

She had remembered everything that had occurred to her as a ghost. I couldn't understand that. It seemed impossible. A part of me, I guess, still believed that it was all in my head, my way of dealing with the stress. Her words nullified any argument in that favor. She had told no one about it. How could she? How could we? No one would believe us. It was not even possible by any scientific standards. True, the churches would have a field day with us, but that wasn't what we wanted. It would destroy how special such a thing was. Besides, perhaps not knowing why or how was more helpful to us and made it so special.

Regardless, she and I had spoken of our children and of Tony Atlas. That would be dealt with soon, I hoped. We had already spoken to a few people in requesting information and Vic Sage was on our side. He had even met Rose once (though he had travelled to us this time, still hiding his face the weirdo). He was a good man, Rose could sense that (she always had the better sense of that than I did).

She had also spoken to me about her desire to walk again. And run. And be active. Gods, she had done so much, and the reason was simple to her.

She had a promise she wanted to keep. Leading me to the heavyweight championship again.

I sighed at that. Rose was still driven to make me a credible champion in the heavyweight division. She didn't understand that that had led my family to nowhere but misery. My brother Jason had all but sold his soul for it and Adam...

I remembered Riddick. How long had it been since I had seen him? Years? I couldn't even remember. Last I heard, he had developed a drinking problem and issues with his wife, Kassie. Was she even his wife now? And Erik and Christine? Their children. Were they? I didn't know.

Riddick had spent his life on one chance at the SCW title, which Jason had stolen from him. He had been the original "true survivor of the royale". The War-Machine. He was so happy when he was that. But with that gone, he had spiraled slowly into nothing, to the point I didn't even know anymore.

The World Championship destroyed my family and even my friends, including Shilo Valiant and Marina Trent.

I didn't want that for her. Not after all we had been through.

No. This was about leaving everything behind. Starting anew. I didn't need the SCW championship. I didn't need any championship. I just wanted her to be safe and happy. That was what mattered most to me.

But I couldn't give her that till I finished with SCW altogether. Till I stopped and undid everything that I had done. Till I took away any and all reason to come back.

That had been my problem. My biggest problem with SCW. I was always finding a reason to come back. Revenge was the last one. It was the only one left.

CHBK and Thirteen. The only two that held that over my head. I had to end that. Especially Thirteen.

I heard the sound of water splashing and looked up to see my wife pushing herself out of the pool, the trainer saying something to her while he handed her her towel and crutches. Without thinking, I swung under the metal-silver guardrail and was quickly offering my hand to Rose. She took it and, using my arms, pulled herself up before grabbing the crutch the trainer held. Holding herself up with the crutches, she dried herself off with the towel.

Rose: Thank you.

She sounded tired but exhilarated.

Trainer: Well done today. Won't be much longer. Another two weeks, maybe three.

I was surprised, turning my head to look at the bright smile of Rose.

Savior: So soon?

Rose: I'm very determined.

Savior: Just as long as you don't hurt yourself.

Rose: I know. Thank you, Gregory.

Trainer: No problem. Same time on Thursday, alright? Don't forget your-

Rose: Protein after the workout.

Savior: Grilled chicken and steamed vegetables.

Rose turned her head with a surprised smile.

Savior: What? I listen!

Rose: I didn't say anything.

Savior: Really, I do!

Rose: I didn't say anything!

Gregory: Mr. Savior?

Savior: Yeah?

Gregory: A word?

Savior: Sure.


I stepped away from Rose and walked with Gregory down the length of the pool, watching the kids scamper out of the change rooms and into the water. My shoes pressed on the plastic "bridge" that separated the hot-tub area from the "swimming area", the former being unoccupied during the training sessions.

Gregory: Rose is showing amazing progress.

Savior: I noticed. Are you serious about the whole two weeks thing?

Gregory: I believe so. As far as I can tell, the crutches will be unnecessary by then. Does she walk at home?

Savior: Mostly crawls, so no.

Gregory: Strange. She's swimming faster and-

He stopped for a minute, looking behind at my wife. Turning my head, I saw her drying herself off as best she could before slipping on a long white t-shirt that went all the way down to just above her knees.

Gregory: To be honest, I think she's as fast as some of the members of my swimming team.

Savior: She's stronger. So?

Gregory: It's just. Okay, she's not the first person I've dealt with with muscular deterioration, you understand? Dancers and athletes, right?

Savior: Sure.

Gregory: Well, in my experience, by the time they get to where she is right now, they can walk.

Savior: So what are you saying?

Gregory: I'm saying...I think your wife is dependent on the crutches mentally.

Savior: You mean using them as a crutch...so to speak.

Gregory: I believe so.

Savior: I see. So what do you suggest?

Gregory: Right now? Nothing. In two weeks, I'm certain she'll be where she needs to be to walk. We can deal with it at that time. I just wanted to give you a heads up.

Savior: Well, thank you. I'll keep an eye out for anything strange.

Gregory: Alright. See you on Thursday.

Savior: Right.

We shook hands and Gregory was gone, looking for his next client or something like that. Turning around, I walked the distance I had travelled to where Rose stood. Smiling at me, she stood up on her crutches to softly kiss me with her wet lips.

Rose: What you guys talk about?

Savior: He said you're making amazing progress. You could be walking again in a few weeks.

Rose: Well, don't make too many big expectations.

Savior: Well, I believe him. You've been doing really well.

Rose: Thanks.

She smirked before swiveling around on her supporters and moving down the walkways and through the doors, with myself following behind her. She had gone from the wheelchair to crutches in about three weeks. The hours of mixed training here and at home were the cause of that. I was proud of her, for sure, but I could not shake Gregory's words.

Why would Rose be hiding on the crutches? It made no sense to do so. There was no reason for her to do it as it would just slow down her objective goal. Maybe there was something else? A mental block? Maybe she didn't want to try till she was ready.

I couldn't be certain, but I found myself caring little about the issue beyond mere curiosity. It didn't change that she was here and it didn't change that she was getting stronger and it didn't change that things were getting better for us.

Rose: What did the guys on the phone want?

I was pulled out of my reverie by her question, merely shrugging as I helped her into our car as we reached the parking lot.

Savior: Basic stuff. When you gonna pay us. That sort of thing. Oh, we have a meeting with Gabe on Wednesday evening.

Rose: Gabe? Alright. There a reason?

Savior: Not really. More like a checkup. I mean, it's been a month since we really sat down and talked to him and he hasn't really met you face to face yet.

Rose: That's true.

She looked away for a moment, seemingly lost in her own thoughts as I ran the distance around the car to get in on the driver's side. I had just closed the door and started the engine when she spoke again.

Rose: You think I should tell him that I...you know...remember?

Savior: Remember what?

Rose: Being a ghost?

Savior: You can if you want to.

Rose: I mean, he and Alex did help but I just...I don't want to strain anything.

Savior: You're worried that it'll be too far-fetched even for him?

Rose: Kinda.

There was a moment of silence as we pulled out of the community center, my eyes scanning for the insane Toronto traffic that I knew would come the minute I turned onto a main-street.

Savior: Well, judge for yourself and if you think it's worth mentioning, I'd say go ahead and mention it. He's been very discreet with us so far. He's...he's like family I think.

Rose: I hope so.

Savior: You're going to be okay for Friday and the weekend?

Rose: Yes, but I wish you'd let me go with you.

Savior: I know, but not yet. Once you're able to walk securely, you can come with me for the SCW shows. I'm sure some of the guys there would love to see you again.

I knew that would make her smile. Rose hadn't stepped into an SCW arena in years. IWC had been the last time she had been seen anywhere within a wrestling world. But I had talked about her to the others, shown pictures of her. Those that knew her missed her and those that didn't wanted to meet her. "The girl Christian won't shut up about".

I smiled at that.

Savior: With any luck, you can be there for Rise to Greatness.

Rose: I hope so. Any idea who you're facing.

Savior: There's...

I paused for a minute, my thoughts collecting as I considered the answer.

Savior: There's some speculation. I might be up for a United States title rematch.

Rose: That would be good.

Savior: Yeah. There's also the Adrenaline and possibly Underground if they bring the scaffold back.

Rose: With your shoulder and neck being what it is? I'm somewhat worried about that.

Savior: I'll be fine.

Rose: You always say that. What about Thirteen?

Savior: What about him?

Rose: Anything being done about him?

Savior: I'm not sure.

Rose: Please tell me you didn't request a match with him.

Savior: No. You know I'm facing Alex this weekend.

Rose: And that's it? That's all you've asked for?

Savior: Yes.

Rose: Alright. But the first sign of trouble, like interference, you're out?

Savior: If I can, yes.


Gods, nearly a year in a coma, she wakes up out of it and she's STILL thorough. It was annoying and endearing at the same time.

Savior: I...there's a chance I might get Thirteen at Rise to Greatness.

Rose: No.

Savior: Why not?

Rose: Absolutely not.

Savior: Why not?!

Rose: Because the last time you fought him, he choked you out. The time before that, he nearly crippled you. You need to let this go. It won't get you any closer to the SCW title.

Savior: Nothing will get me closer to the SCW title, don't you see that?


How could I get there? Shilo was set to challenge, then it would probably be Jake Starr or Regan Street if they had their way, then Syren again for a fourth or fifth time, then maybe someone else in Pinnacle. I was as far as away as possible. And that was okay. That was something I could leave with. Getting the SCW title didn't leave me wanting to stay.

Not getting revenge on Thirteen did.

Savior: I'm out of that picture for awhile. Right now, I need to finish this thing with Thirteen and Alex. I had to lay it to rest. If that happens on the next Breakdown, then my RTG card is clear. If it happens later, I'm none the worse.

Rose: You will be if he takes out your knee again!

Savior: Then you'll have a swimming partner! We can dog-paddle together.

Rose: Oh you're impossible! I've forgotten that!

Savior: Hey, you're the one that said "I do".

Rose: Yeah, I'm starting to regret being so devoted to you. It's a full time job.

Savior: With no overtime pay.

Rose: Or hazard pay.

Savior: But great medical coverage.

Rose: And the dental.


He chucked a little, the unease settling a bit. There was no point talking about it now. Rose had her view of things and I had mine. That wouldn't change. It didn't have to.

Neither did my path have to change. Revenge...no...revenge and completion was all that was left. Completing what I set out to do almost a year ago.

Closure.

On CHBK.
On Thirteen.
On SCW itself.

Rose just didn't understand that yet. She would in time.

Savior: We al have to sink or swim eventually.

Rose: What?

Savior: Nothing. Just thinking...Just thinking...

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[align=center]--Song of Fire--[/align]


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You ever hear the expression of "the little fish in the small pond"?

Inside a pond, no bigger than perhaps a backyard, there was this fish. He was a large fish, bigger than any other and was considered the strongest fish in the pond. Many of the little fish looked up to him, sought him out for advice. This made the fish very proud. Very confident in himself. Till one day, he became so confident that he sought out a new home within a larger pond. "But where to live?" the fish said. It wasn't until he was approached by his friend, the turtle, that the idea came to him. "There is a water so big" the turtle said, "that you could see it past the horizon". The fish was excited that it immediately set off, swimming with all he had to get to this new "pond". Days travelled and one day, he found this body of water. He was so happy, he swam around and sang and cheered. The turtle had been right. The water was vast and went on forever.

Immediately afterwards, the fish sought out people to listen to, to help. He was confident someone needed help from a big fish like him. That is, until, the fish laid eyes on a school fish talking to a shark. The shark was older but laughed and smiled with these fish. The shark himself was massive, dwarfing the fish. Well, the once big fish was shocked and scared. Never had he seen a fish so large, larger than him. But there it was, with sharp teeth and a knowledge that clearly overpassed his own.

What was the fish to do? Scared and confused, the fish swam away. Swam to the corners of a nearby barrier reef and hid away, shaking and sobbing until he heard a voice from nearby.

"Big fish, why do you cry?"

It was the turtle! She had followed him to this vast water. "I cry because I am so much smaller than the shark. Not only is this water vast but the fish are larger than me. I cannot help other fish and I am not respected or loved as I was back in my pond."

The fish's words saddened the turtle, who had lived very long and seen many wonders. "Little fish" she said lovingly, her words soothing the fish, though he had never been called "little" before. "Did you truly believe that you were the largest fish out here?".

The fish thought about it long and hard but he, in his arrogance, he had believed that he was one, if not the largest, fish in the world. "Yes." he admitted in shame.

The turtle laughed in light mirth, not in the fish's ignorance, but because of his honesty. "Oh my dear, friend" she spoke, "did you know that I am not the largest turtle out here?" The fish shook his head. "Well I am not." the turtle spoke. "Nor is that shark the largest fish out in this ocean. There are fish that are a hundred times his size." She spoke excitedly, making the fish's eyes pop out in shock.

"A hundred?!" the fish asked, his depression growing.

"Yes. But there he is, advising those that seek his help. And the fish bigger than him? Did you know that the ocean is bigger than him?"

"Of course." The fish answered.

"Well that ocean is part of something called a planet that holds oceans bigger than it. And that planet is part of a bigger solar system, which is part of a bigger galaxy, which is part of a bigger universe!" the turtle exclaimed in jubilation. "Why, compared to that, that shark and those massive creatures are no bigger than...well...than you or me."

The fish was amazed. All this time, being the big-fish had made him feel on top of the world, but when it came down to it, size was everything. Perception was. And the turtle's was far different than his.

"Then what's the point?" the fish asked, yearning for the small pond form where he had come from.

"Why don't you ask the the young shrimp that you're feeding." the turtle smiled.

To the fish's surprise, under his fin, there was a shrimp, picking at some of the plankton and smaller microorganisms that the fish's fin had picked up. "Sorry." the shrimp said, looking up at the fish, "I haven't eaten all day."

"No. No." the fish said, shaking his fin to free some more of this "food". "Please, help yourself.". The shrimp thanked the fish with endless gratitude before eating more of the free food. After a moment, the shrimp scurried away, leaving the fish and the turtle alone again.

"To that shrimp" the turtle smiled, "you are so important. You saved its life."

The fish's tears left him and a happiness filled his heart. What was the use in being big? What did it matter? It was the quality of one's life that determined true worth in this ocean, in this world. The fish said so to the turtle, who sang out a laugh that touched the fish's heart.

"Well said, little fish." she answered.

"Little fish." the fish said, trying the name for himself. "I think I like it."

The fish swam out with the turtle and the two were inseparable from that day one, the turtle always there, as the fish would be for her, a reminder that the smallest of the small can matter and that size of being was not the same as size of heart.


Pretty interesting take on an old idiom, eh Alex?

Yeah, you'd think that I'd be beyond stories after my time in Independent Wrestling Cartel and my constant "parodies" that I learned from my brother, Jason. You'd also think that I'd be less than relaxed and social after my last two matches were rather disappointing. A loss to Marina Trent. No longer a champion of SCW and then being choked out by Thirteen.

You'd think that, but then again, you also are thinking about returning to an SCW ring. I suppose not all your thoughts are correct little gems there. But what can you do? I once thought it be okay to crash a wedding simply because I didn't sign divorce paper with the bride. Nobody's perfect.

But what that story was meant to do was to make something clear. It was an old story that Rose use to tell to Kiera and Link. She told it better than me, but if she was away and I had to put the kids to sleep, I would tell it to them. They loved it, though Keira's a bit too old for it now, I think. I wouldn't know, I haven't seen them in so long.

But I remember. The story was created by my mother before I ran away and I told it to my trainer's daughter who helped keep it alive for me so I could share it with Rose.

It's a story that's come a long way, Alex, and do you know what the moral is? It's that perception and size are all subjective. Worth is no exception to that.

Cause you would think I would be back to "the fallen" again. Licking my wounds and shaking in my losses, deteriorating before your very eyes that "I didn't win".

But the truth is, Alex. I did. I did win. I did exactly what I promised I would do. At Taking Hold of the Flame, I fought tooth and nail for a title. No tricks. No gimmicks. No interference. Nothing. I just fought with all I had and on that night, it didn't end up with a win for me. But no one can say that the match was tainted. No one can say it was fixed or rigged or full of controversy. It could have gone either way and THAT, Alex, is what I am about.

There was a time, short as it was, that I felt that I was the big fish and it wasn't till I was thrown into the ocean that is my current time in SCW, that I realized that I could either sink or swim. I could either sink back into the shadows like I had when Thirteen took my leg out or I could swim with sharks like you and Ravyn and try and survive.

Thing is, Alex. I am not upset with losing to someone like Marina Trent. No, Alex, I'm proud to. Losing to the younger generation, the new blood. I'm proud to do that. Losing to someone that stands for the same ideals I do. I am proud to do that.

Because Ravyn was not a loss I could handle. Not because she's better than me, but because neither her or you know the concept of true wrestling. And in your case, Alex, that is truly heart-breaking.

There was a time that you use to stand for something. That the idea of "wrestling" was more than some stupid catchphrase or punchline. You use to be the shark of this tale, advising the smaller fish on what is right and good. No, this isn't a morals thing, Alex. It's just how things were.

But that changed and suddenly, it became about just getting what you wanted. I know, Alex, I've lived that mindset most of my career. Look at the credentials. Mine dwarf yours. This new IWC? Who do you think owned their heavyweight title the longest during their first inception? Who do you think was in the "main-event picture" the longest?

Me.

Hell, I'm the first undisputed champion in this business' history. Yeah, I was a big fish back then and with your mindset. Cause it was only about me. I was the only thing that mattered.

And I was the one that killed IWC the first time. I drove away its masses cause I couldn't accept that there were others that could prosper if given the chance. That others could exist in this world besides me.

It took months away and months of watching SCW thrive and exist without me to realize that.

I was once you, Alex. I was once the big fish and the shark. But now? I'm the little fish because I see the world of SCW now. Stars like Shilo Valiant, Jake Starr, Marina Trent, Syren, monsters and hardcore demons. Giants and whales.

What place is there for Christian Savior?

Not much, really, but there's enough. Enough for me to swim and stay here. Enough for me to make a difference, however small.

And I achieved a portion of that difference at Taking Hold of the Flame. I've achieved it when the world thought I couldn't win a title again, I did it twice. I achieved it by become the opportunist again. I achieved it by simply accepting that I wasn't the biggest fish or the strongest. But I was something special all the same.

But you wanted that to be taken away too.

We had some history, Alex. Alot of which I cannot remember. You're mostly associated with Jason than me, but for all you've done to him and for whatever we were involved with in the past, like the Unholy Alliance or whatever, I always respected you. I always admired what you gave this company. If I had to have someone end my career or whatever you did to Jason at that Rise to Greatness match so long ago, I would want it to be you.

That is how much I respect you.

But now? You, and you alone, were responsible for stealing the United States title from me. You denied me my rematch and you refused to enter the cage I set up at Riding the Lightning.

Why? Because you thought it was your right. That you were entitled to do that. And maybe you were. Maybe you have that right with all the clout you have in this business. I am not my brother. I don't own shares or control of SCW. I am just a wrestler.

But then you lied to the world. You made it seem like Ravyn was this bigger superstar and this true champion and I was nothing.

Nothing, Alex? After all these years?

Who are you to deny me what my life has worked for? To keep me from swimming in this ocean? Who are you to decide what is beyond my limits and capabilities? You and Ravyn thought to play "God" with my career and try and shape its direction.

Why? Because you can't handle the fact that I might be near you in the hall of fame? Is that it? You're pissed because it could be my name spoken soon as a inductee? Or is it just because you hate my family so much because of what my brother did to get our of your loophole last year at RTG? Is that it? That Jason made you look like a fool in front of the world and you're wanting to take it out on me?

Maybe I'm paranoid. Maybe I'm not that important to you. I've felt that way in regards to Thirteen until recently, but I'll deal with him soon enough. Maybe I was "just in your way".

Maybe not.

But Alex, the way I see it is simply: it doesn't matter whether or not I am right or I am wrong. It doesn't matter whether I am big or small.

As the fish learned, what matters is what one does. And when it comes down to it, however way you slice it, you have been "in my way" for far too long now.

And whatever the reason is, it's time to end it. That's why I got the match at Supreme Saturday. Cause unlike my brother, I don't need a grand audience. I don't need to dig this out and let it fester for a year before we see some result. I don't need a "feud of the year" award and I don't need to play mind-games.

I just want to fight you. So I requested the match.

Cause it won't matter whether or not it's fully televised or the world sees a snippet of it. It won't matter to me. It won't matter to me because this is a time where I don't need them to see it to make it matter.

It'll matter because it's real. Because it will exist to me. It will be there when I remember fighting you, old man.

Simply put, Alex: this is about finally paying you back for all that's happened. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. You can't pull rank and "refuse" this match like you "refused" to enter the cage. You can't just run away and hide.

You want to come back into this business? You want to wrestle again? Well, consider me the guy that called "dibs" and gets first crack. Cause now, it's no longer who's smarter than who and it's no longer "who gonna screw who out of what"? It's you wanting to wrestle against me, the guy wanting to finish all of this.

Cause that's really all I have left to do, Alex. I've had my moment of fame this year. I've done what I needed to do there. I came back and was part of something great. I became a champion when the world, and I, thought I couldn't.

I've done what I needed to do to believe I can wrestle again. But there is still the one thing that I came back for. What I came back last Rise to Greatness for.

Revenge.

That's all I have left to do, Alex. And you and Thirteen are the only sharks left for this little fish to stand up to fight.

So consider this my "Era of Retribution" or some catchy title like that. You are first. The first person to get burned. The first person to get beaten.

I know, burned and beaten, a minute ago he was talking about a cute fish and turtle. Well...maybe this is more of me releasing my thoughts so I can fully swim in SCW again. Maybe this is just me shaking lose these preconceived notions that were plaguing me.

Whatever it is, Alex, I want this match and I want to fight you and I don't care if you bring in all of Pinnacle to save your ass again. If you cheat your way through again. Hell, if Thirteen runs in and does some damage, I won't care.

Because that won't stop me. It won't stop me from what I want to do.

In a word?

Spear.

Yes, spearing you, Alex. In a moment between the pain of the blow and striking the ground, the moment of eternity, I want you to look back as you land on the mat and I pin you for the three seconds. I want you to look back and think about when you were the big shark and the little fish sought you for advice. The little fish that had repented from his mistakes from 2009 (I know you remember). I want you to look back and remember how you pushed that fish down and tried to keep him from swimming. I want you to remember how you took and took from me without caring. What you've taken from my family.

I want you to think about that as you're reaching the end of the spear and as the seconds tick by where you're unsure where you are, I want you to realize that this is your start. This is you coming back to wrestling.

Starting with this loss. This defeat. This moment that will be the beginning of your "return".

And as you flounder to regain consciousness, as you struggle to undo the anti-climatic essence of your "return", you'll realize that the voice you hear in your ears growing louder isn't that of a turtle, telling you to "keep swimming".

It's fifty-thousand people screaming and cheering, showing how they love you being beaten. You, who were once the hero to them, beaten at my hands. Fifty thousand people happy that you couldn't beat me. Fifty thousand people laughing over this "return" that Jonathan Knots has hammed up in his closet. Fifty thousand people chanting my name and that one word you hate to hear.

Fifty thousand people and one man. That one man close enough to you to over power their words with his whisper. Words you'll hear as he moves on to Thirteen and to whatever Rise to Greatness may come his way. From Retribution 2009, to Retribution 2013, to that Breakdown, to Taking Hold of the Flame, to this simple match on a Saturday, it will be weighted in that one spear as I bring it crashing down on you and whisper this one thing to you, Alex. Something that my brother could never do. Something that I am prepared to give anything to say.

"Now, Alex...


Now we are even."


Ex Cineribius Resurgam
I AM THE PHOENIX!

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