Post by Matt Draven on Dec 17, 2018 0:01:17 GMT -5
Rundown Warehouse
Salem, Massechussests
Four Years Ago
{font color="darkgreen"]"C'mon motherfucker! Stand up and fight!"
Could she be any more of a distraction? Seriously! I'm laying here on the canvas completely beaten to shit and here she is yelling at me to get back up? THe fuck?! Maybe I shouldn't have accepted her offer. Might have saved some broken bones if I had. Regardless, I force myself back up to my feet and stare across the ring at the "man" I'm supposed to be training with. Truth is the guy is more like a meat moutain with legs! Hits like a truck and could care even less. Before we can continue this farce any longer, my legs give out and I fall flat on my ass in exhaustion.
"I....I....can't....fucking...do this...."
undenibily exhausted, I wipe the sweat from my brow as I respond to that witch of a woman's yelling. Visibly unhappy, the man walks off and exits the ring.
"Where the fuck are you going? Fuck it! I'll do something then!"
The Big Sandy Superstore Arena
Huntington, West Virginia
Present Day
Alone; I sit on a folding chair in the middle of the ring with my chin resting upon clasped hands. Eyes closed and mind adrift. How long have I been sitting here? How long have I been leaning forward with my arms propped on my knees? Have they been recording me the entire time?
I can't say.
No.
I honestly couldn't care.
The only thing I can hear is the echoes of the words she had spoken to me four years ago. The same words that have played an integral part in my wrestling career. Scratch that. The words that have played a vital part in my LIFE as I have known it since then if they hadn't before I had met her.
'Attack! Attack even when you're outmatched! Attack the fear inside you! Attack! Attack! ATTACK MOTHERFUCKER, ATTACK!'
With those words, though simple, spur me forward as much as it spurs the devil within to stir. My doubts; fears; nervousness melt away into the void just like my excitement; joy; determination do. Where do they go one they melt away? I cannot say for certain, but I think they empower it. The beast inside me that threatens to escape.
The Devil.
Relentless with its pursuit to sate the hunger, it empowers me and emboldens me beyond my limits! However, before I can reach that point I have to partake in this first. One of the few things that I really hate doing. Promos.
After taking a deep breath to steady my body, I open my eyes and lean back. With the cool back of the folding chair pressing into my bare back I look into the camera that is set up on a tripod out on the floor. The shot may not be the best, but I could be seen as well as heard without anything to hamper either. Man, I have no doubt that I look like a goofy guy as I sit there shirtless and in my ring gear.
"It has been quite a whirlwind, hasn't it? It only a two-week span I go from being a nobody to being a nobody that happens to be main eventing in this very arena with a shot at the WCF Television Championship! Gotta say that feels pretty damn good!"
With a broad smile on my face, I hold my arms out to the side in a gesture that screams "Look at me now!". THough I admittedly don't feel as cocky as I try appearing to be. Regardless of how I personally feel it is best I move on. With that, I lean forward once more, only with a determined light in my eyes.
"I'm not a guy to mince words so I'm just gonna get straight to it. Teo Blaze. You're an attention whore. There isn't any other way to say it. Everything you say and does are done solely to garner as much attention as you possibly can. You didn't want that Television title or the stones to bring out the best in your opponents in order to have the best matches you could.
No even a little bit.
Instead, you wanted them just for the fact that everyone's attention would be focused on you. So you could revel in the main event spot that it all but guaranteed you just by its very existence."
Unable to help myself, a chuckle of amusement escapes after I finish speaking. It really was funny. How he had taken the sympathetic support from the fans and used it to fuel his own obsession.
"Course nobody is going to believe me. Why would they after you charmed them with your pretty words? That's okay though. I see you for what you really are Teo and it scares you. You say "Fuck Fear" and call yourself a "survivor"? To what end? What have you had to fear during your reign thus far? To survive? Vincent Augustine? John McCarty? Kennedy Mathews? Alex Richards? Perhaps it is the person you think you'll be facing after me next week or at ONE? The answer is pretty clear don't ya think?
NOTHING
You've had to fear NOTHING.
You've had to survive NOTHING.
Tonight Teo you're going to have to FEAR me! You're going to have to SURVIVE me! Why? Because I am the ONLY person that can take what you treasure most. I am the ONLY one that can take that treasure and once again turn it into something worthwhile. Something that the people and this company will take notice in. Let's face it, according to the records, Television title since September and you've held it the longest since then."
I'm rambling. I can feel it, but I cannot seem to stop myself. THis always seemed to happen regardless of how well I prepare before hand. Once I start talking shit just goes sideways. With a heavy sigh I lean back once again.
"Fuk it. Tonight Teo, I'm kicking your ass and taking that title and the stones because I am the ONLY one iin this place that can. I am the ONLY one that has been able to match your crowd reaction and in-ring ability. Basically, what I'm trying to say is that I'm going to be taking what took you three years to reclaim after only three weeks and there isn't shit you can do about it. After all the Draven Giveth and it taketh."
With that said I stand up and leave the shot by exiting the ring. Leaving behind the folding chair with a "Teo Blaze" shirt draped across the back.
[/font][/div]Salem, Massechussests
Four Years Ago
{font color="darkgreen"]"C'mon motherfucker! Stand up and fight!"
Could she be any more of a distraction? Seriously! I'm laying here on the canvas completely beaten to shit and here she is yelling at me to get back up? THe fuck?! Maybe I shouldn't have accepted her offer. Might have saved some broken bones if I had. Regardless, I force myself back up to my feet and stare across the ring at the "man" I'm supposed to be training with. Truth is the guy is more like a meat moutain with legs! Hits like a truck and could care even less. Before we can continue this farce any longer, my legs give out and I fall flat on my ass in exhaustion.
"I....I....can't....fucking...do this...."
undenibily exhausted, I wipe the sweat from my brow as I respond to that witch of a woman's yelling. Visibly unhappy, the man walks off and exits the ring.
"Where the fuck are you going? Fuck it! I'll do something then!"
The Big Sandy Superstore Arena
Huntington, West Virginia
Present Day
Alone; I sit on a folding chair in the middle of the ring with my chin resting upon clasped hands. Eyes closed and mind adrift. How long have I been sitting here? How long have I been leaning forward with my arms propped on my knees? Have they been recording me the entire time?
I can't say.
No.
I honestly couldn't care.
The only thing I can hear is the echoes of the words she had spoken to me four years ago. The same words that have played an integral part in my wrestling career. Scratch that. The words that have played a vital part in my LIFE as I have known it since then if they hadn't before I had met her.
'Attack! Attack even when you're outmatched! Attack the fear inside you! Attack! Attack! ATTACK MOTHERFUCKER, ATTACK!'
With those words, though simple, spur me forward as much as it spurs the devil within to stir. My doubts; fears; nervousness melt away into the void just like my excitement; joy; determination do. Where do they go one they melt away? I cannot say for certain, but I think they empower it. The beast inside me that threatens to escape.
The Devil.
Relentless with its pursuit to sate the hunger, it empowers me and emboldens me beyond my limits! However, before I can reach that point I have to partake in this first. One of the few things that I really hate doing. Promos.
After taking a deep breath to steady my body, I open my eyes and lean back. With the cool back of the folding chair pressing into my bare back I look into the camera that is set up on a tripod out on the floor. The shot may not be the best, but I could be seen as well as heard without anything to hamper either. Man, I have no doubt that I look like a goofy guy as I sit there shirtless and in my ring gear.
"It has been quite a whirlwind, hasn't it? It only a two-week span I go from being a nobody to being a nobody that happens to be main eventing in this very arena with a shot at the WCF Television Championship! Gotta say that feels pretty damn good!"
With a broad smile on my face, I hold my arms out to the side in a gesture that screams "Look at me now!". THough I admittedly don't feel as cocky as I try appearing to be. Regardless of how I personally feel it is best I move on. With that, I lean forward once more, only with a determined light in my eyes.
"I'm not a guy to mince words so I'm just gonna get straight to it. Teo Blaze. You're an attention whore. There isn't any other way to say it. Everything you say and does are done solely to garner as much attention as you possibly can. You didn't want that Television title or the stones to bring out the best in your opponents in order to have the best matches you could.
No even a little bit.
Instead, you wanted them just for the fact that everyone's attention would be focused on you. So you could revel in the main event spot that it all but guaranteed you just by its very existence."
Unable to help myself, a chuckle of amusement escapes after I finish speaking. It really was funny. How he had taken the sympathetic support from the fans and used it to fuel his own obsession.
"Course nobody is going to believe me. Why would they after you charmed them with your pretty words? That's okay though. I see you for what you really are Teo and it scares you. You say "Fuck Fear" and call yourself a "survivor"? To what end? What have you had to fear during your reign thus far? To survive? Vincent Augustine? John McCarty? Kennedy Mathews? Alex Richards? Perhaps it is the person you think you'll be facing after me next week or at ONE? The answer is pretty clear don't ya think?
NOTHING
You've had to fear NOTHING.
You've had to survive NOTHING.
Tonight Teo you're going to have to FEAR me! You're going to have to SURVIVE me! Why? Because I am the ONLY person that can take what you treasure most. I am the ONLY one that can take that treasure and once again turn it into something worthwhile. Something that the people and this company will take notice in. Let's face it, according to the records, Television title since September and you've held it the longest since then."
I'm rambling. I can feel it, but I cannot seem to stop myself. THis always seemed to happen regardless of how well I prepare before hand. Once I start talking shit just goes sideways. With a heavy sigh I lean back once again.
"Fuk it. Tonight Teo, I'm kicking your ass and taking that title and the stones because I am the ONLY one iin this place that can. I am the ONLY one that has been able to match your crowd reaction and in-ring ability. Basically, what I'm trying to say is that I'm going to be taking what took you three years to reclaim after only three weeks and there isn't shit you can do about it. After all the Draven Giveth and it taketh."
With that said I stand up and leave the shot by exiting the ring. Leaving behind the folding chair with a "Teo Blaze" shirt draped across the back.