Post by CJ Phoenix on Mar 20, 2016 16:51:14 GMT -5
February 7th-CJ Phoenix wins a shot at the TV title.
February 16th-CJ Phoenix receives a call that his girlfriend, Kaiyah Hardison(see pic below) was in an accident and was rushed to a nearby hospital.
February 19th-Phoenix finds out that Kaiyah was assaulted by the man who crashed into her. However, the identity of the man has not been determined.
February 21st-Phoenix vs Stuart Slane ends in a no contest because of some jobbers ambushing Slane. (match becomes triple threat at Timebomb)
February 27th-Phoenix is informed that the attacker was identified as David Malice, a ruthless and unstable man who had recently been released from an asylum. Police missed two opportunities to arrest Malice before he was identified. They are now on the lookout for him and claim to be hot on his trail.
February 28th-Phoenix fails to win the TV title. Cops lose track of Malice.
It's 3:25 AM in the Golden Nugget casino in Las Vegas. A depressed and angry CJ Phoenix stands in his hotel suite(see pic below) looking out of the window. He reminisces on the events of the past month that have plagued his mind.
Things were going so well. I won a shot at the title, and Kaiyah was gonna come and watch me fight for the title up close. All of a sudden, she's in the hospital, and my one on one match becomes a triple threat. I had it. I should've won that title, but I wasn't focused! Dammit! How the hell could those damn policemen lose track of that bastard!?
Phoenix curls his hand into a fist and prepares to Falconn Pawwwnch the window, but at the last second, he hesitates.
No. I can't do this. I don't need to do this. I don't gain anything from breaking this window. The cheap, quick sense of satisfaction is not worth the money I'd have to pay to fix the window. Besides, whether I like it or not, I needed that loss. No excuses. I could've backed out and not competed, but I chose to, and that was my own fault. It was a good, clean loss. No more pressure of not being on the losing side of a decision. No more blind pride and arrogance that comes with it. I have to learn from this. I have to take in this pain and remember what it feels like as a reminder of what I don't want to go through. A Phoenix rises from its ashes. It learns from its defeats. Without them, there would be no ashes to rise from.
He changes from the black suit he was wearing earlier into a white t-shirt and some black and white shorts. He leaves his room and heads to the fitness center to work out. He starts off with 100 push ups and 100 sit ups before hitting the weights. Every time he felt like he was reaching his limit, he would shout "One more!" in his head and do one more rep. With this day included, for the next fortnight(that's fourteen days for those who can't count or have never heard of the word before) he would repeat this process. Each day, he would do a little more than the day before. If he did 250 push ups and sit ups one day, he would do 300 of each the next day. After a while, his body had gotten used to the soreness.
It had been sixteen long days since the cops lost their lead on Malice. Fortunately, Kaiyah was recovering very well. All of her bruises were gone and her cuts had become battle scars. Phoenix enters the hospital room that she's in. She is flipping through channels on the TV when she spots him walking in and smiles. He sits next to her and the two exchange a hug and a kiss before conversing.
Phoenix: So how much longer are they keeping you here?
Kaiyah: Well, at first it was until early May. Then, it was moved to mid April. Now, they're saying I can walk right out the front door in ten days!
Phoenix: Awesome! It'll be great to have you on your feet again and out of the hospital.
Kaiyah: I know right! I know you don't like hospitals.
Phoenix: Of course I don't. Don't get me wrong, they do a great job, and a lot of them are friendly. However, being stuck in bed day after day gets really old really quickly.
Kaiyah: Yeah. Especially when you're spending over a month in one! You're lucky babe.
Phoenix: How am I lucky?
Kaiyah: You only lost a couple hours out of your day after you got attacked at Fifteen. You spent a whole 95 minutes getting checked for injuries and signs of a concussion. Thankfully, you had neither. I, on the other hand, have had to lay in this bed hearing "Do you need help going to the bathroom, Kaiyah?", "It's time to take your painkillers, Kaiyah.", and my personal displeasure, "We're not allowed to give you alcoholic beverages, Kaiyah."
The two share a good laugh. While they do, a police officer knocks on the door before entering.
Officer: I've got some bad news and some good news.
Phoenix: Bring it on.
Officer: The bad news is that three more women have been assaulted in the last two weeks. The good news is that the locations of the assault mark a trail heading to San Diego. We're setting up a perimeter there where we'll be looking for him.
Phoenix: Awesome. I hope you guys find him.
Officer: Thanks. So do I.
The officer leaves the room.
Kaiyah: I hope they shoot him in the nuts with a tazer.
Phoenix: And then beat him up with billy clubs and shit stomp him for a good ten minutes.
Kaiyah: That asshole owes me a new car. And they better make him pay for all of my hospital bills too.
Phoenix: Now that would be nice.
Kaiyah: As soon as I walk out that door, I'm going to the casino and getting a drink because I'm long overdue for one.
Phoenix: As long as that "one" doesn't become "one too many".
Kaiyah: Fiiiiiiiine. I won't get drunk, but I will have more than one drink.
Phoenix: Fair enough.
Phoenix gets a text message from Seth. He checks his phone and reads the message.
Phoenix: Looks like I got a tag match on Slam this Sunday.
Kaiyah: Who's all in the match?
Phoenix: Apparently I'm teaming with StarrFox against...Karl Marx and Warcloud!? Oh shit, that's awesome!
Kaiyah: No babe. Karl Marx is dead.
Phoenix: Damn. You're right babe. It's Andrew Marx and Warbird. Not nearly as exciting. Oh well. I don't mind a couple appetizers before the main course.
Kaiyah: Hungry ass.
Phoenix: Love you too.
Kaiyah: So how are you gonna prepare for your match?
Phoenix: The same way a pro football team preps for its opponents. I'm going to study them. See what makes them tick, and maybe what ticks them off.
Phoenix stands up.
Phoenix: Speaking of ticks, time's ticking away and I don't want to waste it. I'll be back tomorrow. I've got some errands to run.
Kaiyah: Okay. Love you.
Phoenix: Love you too.
The two exchange one more hug and kiss before Phoenix leaves. He gets in the production truck and drives five hours to San Diego. Once he's there, he patrols the city as the sun sets. About an hour after sunset, Phoenix notices a guy in a parking lot walking towards an abandoned restaurant. He drives a little closer and notices that it's David Malice. He immediately drives at Malice, crashing into him as he reaches the door of the restaurant. By the time Malice had tried to move out of the way, it was too late. As David laid on the ground in too much pain to stand up, Phoenix punctures the gas tank and drives a little bit further before exiting with a baseball bat labeled "Home Run". By this time, David had risen to a knee. Phoenix stepped up and shattered his kneecap with the bat like a dinner plate. Then, he took out a box of matches, lit it, and threw it at the trail of gasoline. Like a moth to a flame, the trail led the fire to the truck, causing an explosion that set the inside of the place ablaze. Phoenix grabs David and drags him out of the restaurant and starts beating him with the bat until a firetruck arrives. One of the firefighters walks up to Phoenix and Malice, and Phoenix tells him about what happened. Soon after, cops come and arrest Malice. Meanwhile, Phoenix tells one of the officers about how his truck was in there and that it exploded, so the officer agreed to take him back to Vegas while talking to him about how dangerous what he did was and that he shouldn't do it again.
Phoenix returns to the hospital to visit Kaiyah. He tells her about what happened after he left. She breathes a heavy sigh of relief and warns him that he better be more careful next time he decides to pull something like that. The two talk for about an hour and a half before Phoenix heads over to the nearest dealership. He drops 70 grand for a new Dodge Charger Hellcat(see pic below). Afterwards, he begins driving to Detroit. About halfway through his trip, he begins recording himself while he's driving.
Phoenix: This Sunday on Slam, yours truly will be in a tag team match. I have a message for my partner as well as for my opponents. Starrfire, I can honestly say that I respect you as a competitor. You challenged me with positive criticism before our Timebomb match. Now, I'm returning the favor. You are way too go a wrestler to be getting your ass handed to you. You don't take that shit from anybody, especially not this Sunday! Get your ass in gear man! If I have to win this match on my own and drag your broken carcass across the finish line, I'm kicking your ass. So again, get in gear and fight with me, or stay in your little tent and get left. Stars aren't supposed to burn out so quickly.
Phoenix takes a sip of his root beer that he got from a gas station he stopped at earlier. He puts the drink back down and continues speaking.
Phoenix: On to my opponents. Warbird. Look, I understand that you're unhappy about not winning your match a couple weeks back. I'll even give you props for not taking the fall. I want to commend you for all of your efforts so that you can at least seem like decent competition, but there just isn't that much to go off of. You got in a dirty move and a few shots, but that's about it. After you tagged out, you got your ass handed to you again and again and again for the rest of the match. Come to think of it, it was pretty much by one guy. That Ethan kid made you his punching bag, just like I will. Despite all of that, what really gets me is all of the bitching and moaning and crying and finger pointing and complaining you do after the match. You lost. Get over it! Even the best guys can lose matches. So quit ya bitching dude! Move on! You gonna call out Marx if I pin him? You gonna say it was his fault that you couldn't win the match for your team? You know what? Maybe I'll pin you and wait to see what lame ass excuse you come up with. You'll probably blame it on Marx anyway and say that he should've bailed your ass out. If you want to be taken seriously in this company, you have to learn how to get up and brush off the dirt when you fall instead of crying like a baby that just shit itself. I want to say you're better than that, but you're gonna have to prove it.
Phoenix reaches once more for his drink. This time, he drinks all of it before putting it away. Once more, he formulates sentences.
Phoenix: And then there's the Marxman. I'm actually looking forward to seeing what kind of bullshit he tries when he comes out to the ring. Who knows, he might show up with an eye patch. He might hobble to the ring on a boot. Better yet, I wouldn't be surprised to see him rolling on down the ramp in a wheelchair. He's not the dullest knife in the drawer. I'll give him that. The guy knows what he's doing, but he doesn't know what he's getting into. I have no problems dragging my partner into the ring and using him as a weapon to beat the shit out of Marx with. You see Andy, you're good, but I'm better. You're smart, but I'm smarter. You can win, but I will win. If you're a yard, then I'm a meter. If you're a ton, then I'm a metric ton. If you're a kilometer, then I'm a mile. We can get in that ring and trade shots all night long. You know what will happen? I'll still be standing while you're lying in a pool of your own blood. Honestly Andy, you remind me of me when I first stepped into WCF. Like you, I was a bit on the arrogant side. I underestimated my opponents. However, unlike you, I've moved on from that. I've taken a step forward while you keep stepping sideways. That's what gives me the edge. That's what puts me one step ahead of you. I've been down the path you're going down. The only difference is that I've gone further. I've gotten better. At best, you're my shadow, Andy. We both have high potential, but when I'm down, I can get up, and when I get up, I'll look back and see you still laying on the ground. Like I said before Andy, you're good, but I'm better.
Phoenix stops the recording and completes his drive to Detroit.
February 16th-CJ Phoenix receives a call that his girlfriend, Kaiyah Hardison(see pic below) was in an accident and was rushed to a nearby hospital.
February 19th-Phoenix finds out that Kaiyah was assaulted by the man who crashed into her. However, the identity of the man has not been determined.
February 21st-Phoenix vs Stuart Slane ends in a no contest because of some jobbers ambushing Slane. (match becomes triple threat at Timebomb)
February 27th-Phoenix is informed that the attacker was identified as David Malice, a ruthless and unstable man who had recently been released from an asylum. Police missed two opportunities to arrest Malice before he was identified. They are now on the lookout for him and claim to be hot on his trail.
February 28th-Phoenix fails to win the TV title. Cops lose track of Malice.
March 2nd
Las Vegas, Nevada
It's 3:25 AM in the Golden Nugget casino in Las Vegas. A depressed and angry CJ Phoenix stands in his hotel suite(see pic below) looking out of the window. He reminisces on the events of the past month that have plagued his mind.
Things were going so well. I won a shot at the title, and Kaiyah was gonna come and watch me fight for the title up close. All of a sudden, she's in the hospital, and my one on one match becomes a triple threat. I had it. I should've won that title, but I wasn't focused! Dammit! How the hell could those damn policemen lose track of that bastard!?
Phoenix curls his hand into a fist and prepares to Falconn Pawwwnch the window, but at the last second, he hesitates.
No. I can't do this. I don't need to do this. I don't gain anything from breaking this window. The cheap, quick sense of satisfaction is not worth the money I'd have to pay to fix the window. Besides, whether I like it or not, I needed that loss. No excuses. I could've backed out and not competed, but I chose to, and that was my own fault. It was a good, clean loss. No more pressure of not being on the losing side of a decision. No more blind pride and arrogance that comes with it. I have to learn from this. I have to take in this pain and remember what it feels like as a reminder of what I don't want to go through. A Phoenix rises from its ashes. It learns from its defeats. Without them, there would be no ashes to rise from.
He changes from the black suit he was wearing earlier into a white t-shirt and some black and white shorts. He leaves his room and heads to the fitness center to work out. He starts off with 100 push ups and 100 sit ups before hitting the weights. Every time he felt like he was reaching his limit, he would shout "One more!" in his head and do one more rep. With this day included, for the next fortnight(that's fourteen days for those who can't count or have never heard of the word before) he would repeat this process. Each day, he would do a little more than the day before. If he did 250 push ups and sit ups one day, he would do 300 of each the next day. After a while, his body had gotten used to the soreness.
March 15th
Las Vegas, Nevada
It had been sixteen long days since the cops lost their lead on Malice. Fortunately, Kaiyah was recovering very well. All of her bruises were gone and her cuts had become battle scars. Phoenix enters the hospital room that she's in. She is flipping through channels on the TV when she spots him walking in and smiles. He sits next to her and the two exchange a hug and a kiss before conversing.
Phoenix: So how much longer are they keeping you here?
Kaiyah: Well, at first it was until early May. Then, it was moved to mid April. Now, they're saying I can walk right out the front door in ten days!
Phoenix: Awesome! It'll be great to have you on your feet again and out of the hospital.
Kaiyah: I know right! I know you don't like hospitals.
Phoenix: Of course I don't. Don't get me wrong, they do a great job, and a lot of them are friendly. However, being stuck in bed day after day gets really old really quickly.
Kaiyah: Yeah. Especially when you're spending over a month in one! You're lucky babe.
Phoenix: How am I lucky?
Kaiyah: You only lost a couple hours out of your day after you got attacked at Fifteen. You spent a whole 95 minutes getting checked for injuries and signs of a concussion. Thankfully, you had neither. I, on the other hand, have had to lay in this bed hearing "Do you need help going to the bathroom, Kaiyah?", "It's time to take your painkillers, Kaiyah.", and my personal displeasure, "We're not allowed to give you alcoholic beverages, Kaiyah."
The two share a good laugh. While they do, a police officer knocks on the door before entering.
Officer: I've got some bad news and some good news.
Phoenix: Bring it on.
Officer: The bad news is that three more women have been assaulted in the last two weeks. The good news is that the locations of the assault mark a trail heading to San Diego. We're setting up a perimeter there where we'll be looking for him.
Phoenix: Awesome. I hope you guys find him.
Officer: Thanks. So do I.
The officer leaves the room.
Kaiyah: I hope they shoot him in the nuts with a tazer.
Phoenix: And then beat him up with billy clubs and shit stomp him for a good ten minutes.
Kaiyah: That asshole owes me a new car. And they better make him pay for all of my hospital bills too.
Phoenix: Now that would be nice.
Kaiyah: As soon as I walk out that door, I'm going to the casino and getting a drink because I'm long overdue for one.
Phoenix: As long as that "one" doesn't become "one too many".
Kaiyah: Fiiiiiiiine. I won't get drunk, but I will have more than one drink.
Phoenix: Fair enough.
Phoenix gets a text message from Seth. He checks his phone and reads the message.
Phoenix: Looks like I got a tag match on Slam this Sunday.
Kaiyah: Who's all in the match?
Phoenix: Apparently I'm teaming with StarrFox against...Karl Marx and Warcloud!? Oh shit, that's awesome!
Kaiyah: No babe. Karl Marx is dead.
Phoenix: Damn. You're right babe. It's Andrew Marx and Warbird. Not nearly as exciting. Oh well. I don't mind a couple appetizers before the main course.
Kaiyah: Hungry ass.
Phoenix: Love you too.
Kaiyah: So how are you gonna prepare for your match?
Phoenix: The same way a pro football team preps for its opponents. I'm going to study them. See what makes them tick, and maybe what ticks them off.
Phoenix stands up.
Phoenix: Speaking of ticks, time's ticking away and I don't want to waste it. I'll be back tomorrow. I've got some errands to run.
Kaiyah: Okay. Love you.
Phoenix: Love you too.
The two exchange one more hug and kiss before Phoenix leaves. He gets in the production truck and drives five hours to San Diego. Once he's there, he patrols the city as the sun sets. About an hour after sunset, Phoenix notices a guy in a parking lot walking towards an abandoned restaurant. He drives a little closer and notices that it's David Malice. He immediately drives at Malice, crashing into him as he reaches the door of the restaurant. By the time Malice had tried to move out of the way, it was too late. As David laid on the ground in too much pain to stand up, Phoenix punctures the gas tank and drives a little bit further before exiting with a baseball bat labeled "Home Run". By this time, David had risen to a knee. Phoenix stepped up and shattered his kneecap with the bat like a dinner plate. Then, he took out a box of matches, lit it, and threw it at the trail of gasoline. Like a moth to a flame, the trail led the fire to the truck, causing an explosion that set the inside of the place ablaze. Phoenix grabs David and drags him out of the restaurant and starts beating him with the bat until a firetruck arrives. One of the firefighters walks up to Phoenix and Malice, and Phoenix tells him about what happened. Soon after, cops come and arrest Malice. Meanwhile, Phoenix tells one of the officers about how his truck was in there and that it exploded, so the officer agreed to take him back to Vegas while talking to him about how dangerous what he did was and that he shouldn't do it again.
March 16th
Las Vegas, Nevada
Phoenix returns to the hospital to visit Kaiyah. He tells her about what happened after he left. She breathes a heavy sigh of relief and warns him that he better be more careful next time he decides to pull something like that. The two talk for about an hour and a half before Phoenix heads over to the nearest dealership. He drops 70 grand for a new Dodge Charger Hellcat(see pic below). Afterwards, he begins driving to Detroit. About halfway through his trip, he begins recording himself while he's driving.
Phoenix: This Sunday on Slam, yours truly will be in a tag team match. I have a message for my partner as well as for my opponents. Starrfire, I can honestly say that I respect you as a competitor. You challenged me with positive criticism before our Timebomb match. Now, I'm returning the favor. You are way too go a wrestler to be getting your ass handed to you. You don't take that shit from anybody, especially not this Sunday! Get your ass in gear man! If I have to win this match on my own and drag your broken carcass across the finish line, I'm kicking your ass. So again, get in gear and fight with me, or stay in your little tent and get left. Stars aren't supposed to burn out so quickly.
Phoenix takes a sip of his root beer that he got from a gas station he stopped at earlier. He puts the drink back down and continues speaking.
Phoenix: On to my opponents. Warbird. Look, I understand that you're unhappy about not winning your match a couple weeks back. I'll even give you props for not taking the fall. I want to commend you for all of your efforts so that you can at least seem like decent competition, but there just isn't that much to go off of. You got in a dirty move and a few shots, but that's about it. After you tagged out, you got your ass handed to you again and again and again for the rest of the match. Come to think of it, it was pretty much by one guy. That Ethan kid made you his punching bag, just like I will. Despite all of that, what really gets me is all of the bitching and moaning and crying and finger pointing and complaining you do after the match. You lost. Get over it! Even the best guys can lose matches. So quit ya bitching dude! Move on! You gonna call out Marx if I pin him? You gonna say it was his fault that you couldn't win the match for your team? You know what? Maybe I'll pin you and wait to see what lame ass excuse you come up with. You'll probably blame it on Marx anyway and say that he should've bailed your ass out. If you want to be taken seriously in this company, you have to learn how to get up and brush off the dirt when you fall instead of crying like a baby that just shit itself. I want to say you're better than that, but you're gonna have to prove it.
Phoenix reaches once more for his drink. This time, he drinks all of it before putting it away. Once more, he formulates sentences.
Phoenix: And then there's the Marxman. I'm actually looking forward to seeing what kind of bullshit he tries when he comes out to the ring. Who knows, he might show up with an eye patch. He might hobble to the ring on a boot. Better yet, I wouldn't be surprised to see him rolling on down the ramp in a wheelchair. He's not the dullest knife in the drawer. I'll give him that. The guy knows what he's doing, but he doesn't know what he's getting into. I have no problems dragging my partner into the ring and using him as a weapon to beat the shit out of Marx with. You see Andy, you're good, but I'm better. You're smart, but I'm smarter. You can win, but I will win. If you're a yard, then I'm a meter. If you're a ton, then I'm a metric ton. If you're a kilometer, then I'm a mile. We can get in that ring and trade shots all night long. You know what will happen? I'll still be standing while you're lying in a pool of your own blood. Honestly Andy, you remind me of me when I first stepped into WCF. Like you, I was a bit on the arrogant side. I underestimated my opponents. However, unlike you, I've moved on from that. I've taken a step forward while you keep stepping sideways. That's what gives me the edge. That's what puts me one step ahead of you. I've been down the path you're going down. The only difference is that I've gone further. I've gotten better. At best, you're my shadow, Andy. We both have high potential, but when I'm down, I can get up, and when I get up, I'll look back and see you still laying on the ground. Like I said before Andy, you're good, but I'm better.
Phoenix stops the recording and completes his drive to Detroit.
