Post by David Alastair on Jun 25, 2006 13:08:47 GMT -5
The ending to the feud between the Valkyrie and The New Messiah was the most interesting to say the least. David participated in a “Trial by Fire” match, thought up by the Valkyrie herself.
From the night before to the moments before the match, adrenaline pumped into David’s blood stream. It was literally impossible to keep his heart from calming down.
That pulse, brings him back to the present, awaiting his fate this Sunday at Explosion. The crucifixion match with Creeping Death brought back some spirits that the Valkyrie match contained. A feeling that history is about to happen…
But for now, Alastair found himself lying in bed. Studying day in and day out, along with taking notes to keep up with Creeping Death took some patience. As well as a lot of coffee and Mountain Dew.
In reminiscing again, David found himself gazing across the ring. His eyes were locked on The Valkyrie’s movements as fire flared up around the ring. The heat was intense as the two circled the ring and finally locked up….
Fast-forward…
After the heavy mix of sweat and blood, David did emerge out victorious. His eyes were partly dazed due to the heat and excessive loss of blood. However, for Mentor’s sake, David refused to go to the hospital. It was the last thing he could really do, since Mentor would be shocked to find that David Alastair participated in deathmatches and wrestling brutal matches.
His eyes finally opened up again, he was at the WCF Arena. The camera was in front of him, behind him was the typical WCF letters along with Explosion painted almost on top of it. The drive to the arena, even getting up in the morning was a blur to David. As if hugging Uncle Ben and kissing Allison good-bye went one hundred miles per hour. The director cues in David for the ten second mark.
Alastair inhales, and exhales.
In five…four…three…two…one…go time.
David: “So, it comes down to this. WCF Explosion. The Crucifixion Match between Creeping Death and David Alastair. And at the last minute, the Hardcore Championship was thrown in as a trophy. All the makings for a classic bloodbath, now isn’t it?
Partly. Creeping Death is playing the grand role of protector of the weak and the jobbers. Here I am; playing the role of a Messiah representing a class looked down upon as “Newbs”. But let’s start with a list of what I went through to be your ‘caliber’.
First off, it was you who attacked me. You chosen someone you hadn’t seen before in this type of match situation. Alright, that’s fine. The size of the fight is what matters inside of the man. The ruthlessness you proclaim you have? I agree, but not as ruthless as some of the matches I have been in.
All against some of the toughest people that you can ever face, “The Great Dragon” and “The Valkyrie” as some fine examples. All individuals even you wouldn’t hold a candle to. But I beat them in the end. The “Trial by Fire” Match, Exploding Cages of Death, you name it. I have gone through such lengths that risk my life for pure victory.
You supposedly ended the career of legend “JoJo” Miyazaki and Ellis. I commend you; however, those two would have fallen sooner or later. One out of sheer self-destruction and another out of pure gluttony and false pride.
You see, Creeping Death, they were definitely not on par with us. We are something different, something quite the same. All for the reasons I’ve stated above.
And, you may break my bones and tear my flesh away from my body, but you forgot one thing. You’ll never break my spirit. You may walk away with your “precious” championship on your shoulder and hang me in my rightful place, but you won’t break my spirit. You may think that you’re the best, but in the end, there would be no way. Even with your legacy, your adaptability, your innovation of hardcore…”
David puts his hand to his chin and smirks as the front camera zooms in...
David: “Innovation? Hmmm…Who thought up this match that we’re in now, Creeping Death? I did, in my little segment. So does that make me an innovator too?
Maybe so. I have so much more to say, but I’ll leave it to this: Behold! Your New Messiah has spoken. It matters not whether you’ll walk from hell and back with your belt. It only matters…when one really pure victory. This evening, pure victory is the only option. Something you cannot destroy merely the cross and crown. But something, you can never destroy…”
A few moments later, with all the cameras away from him, David found himself alone in the locker room.
But before he could get ready, David made to make one final thing all set. He pressed the old familiar numbers to Mentor’s home. She had called him a few days ago, fully recovered from the hospital and happy that David didn’t get harmed by the mysterious person who attacked her only a few weeks before. He wanted to admit right then and there, but figured that this would be the best time.
After a few rings, someone picked up.
Person: Hello, Morisato residence…
David: Hi, this is David. Could I speak to Mentor?
Person: Sure, of course. Just one second…
After a gap of silence, the warm, sweet voice of Mentor finally picked up.
Mentor: Hello David, how are you?
David sighed…
David: I’m fine, how about yourself?
Mentor: I’m doing well. So, what’s on your mind?
David: I have something to tell that I can’t hide anymore. It’s been nagging me all this time, because I feared that you would not be able to accept me for it…
Mentor: Of course not, David. I’m always there, through thick and thin.
David: Hope, I’m a pro wrestler. But it’s not the regular pro wrestler, no. Instead, I’ve been in deathmatches and what not to ease the pain. To feel one pain in place of another, you understand, don’t you?
There was a slight pause on the other end.
Hope: I don’t know. But why? I told you that violence isn’t the answer to your problems, it never has, and it never will...
David: But how can I be compassionate when I can’t be able to release some of the hurt that I’ve been through? I can’t keep everything bottled up inside of me. I needed to release it, and participating in these matches is one of the solutions...
Hope’s voice started to crack, almost giving in to sobs and tears.
Hope: But destroying yourself in front of people? Risking your life just for a cheap thrill? The scars on the outside only reflect what is felt on the inside. Don’t the scars and pain remind you of all you went through after her death?
Nothing, none of the interviews or promos that Creeping Death or any other opponent could muster, could have stood chance to her words. Mentor’s words cut him down. The only person that could really get under Alastair’s skin…
David inhales once more. Putting the cell phone away from his ear, he ended the call. He was not accepted. The complete opposite of what he was hoping for. The only person who could really understand David abandoned him.
The reflection on the floor below him gave way to two drops of tears. Tonight, he was fighting alone...
(To be continued in Part IV, after Explosion…)
From the night before to the moments before the match, adrenaline pumped into David’s blood stream. It was literally impossible to keep his heart from calming down.
That pulse, brings him back to the present, awaiting his fate this Sunday at Explosion. The crucifixion match with Creeping Death brought back some spirits that the Valkyrie match contained. A feeling that history is about to happen…
But for now, Alastair found himself lying in bed. Studying day in and day out, along with taking notes to keep up with Creeping Death took some patience. As well as a lot of coffee and Mountain Dew.
In reminiscing again, David found himself gazing across the ring. His eyes were locked on The Valkyrie’s movements as fire flared up around the ring. The heat was intense as the two circled the ring and finally locked up….
Fast-forward…
After the heavy mix of sweat and blood, David did emerge out victorious. His eyes were partly dazed due to the heat and excessive loss of blood. However, for Mentor’s sake, David refused to go to the hospital. It was the last thing he could really do, since Mentor would be shocked to find that David Alastair participated in deathmatches and wrestling brutal matches.
His eyes finally opened up again, he was at the WCF Arena. The camera was in front of him, behind him was the typical WCF letters along with Explosion painted almost on top of it. The drive to the arena, even getting up in the morning was a blur to David. As if hugging Uncle Ben and kissing Allison good-bye went one hundred miles per hour. The director cues in David for the ten second mark.
Alastair inhales, and exhales.
In five…four…three…two…one…go time.
David: “So, it comes down to this. WCF Explosion. The Crucifixion Match between Creeping Death and David Alastair. And at the last minute, the Hardcore Championship was thrown in as a trophy. All the makings for a classic bloodbath, now isn’t it?
Partly. Creeping Death is playing the grand role of protector of the weak and the jobbers. Here I am; playing the role of a Messiah representing a class looked down upon as “Newbs”. But let’s start with a list of what I went through to be your ‘caliber’.
First off, it was you who attacked me. You chosen someone you hadn’t seen before in this type of match situation. Alright, that’s fine. The size of the fight is what matters inside of the man. The ruthlessness you proclaim you have? I agree, but not as ruthless as some of the matches I have been in.
All against some of the toughest people that you can ever face, “The Great Dragon” and “The Valkyrie” as some fine examples. All individuals even you wouldn’t hold a candle to. But I beat them in the end. The “Trial by Fire” Match, Exploding Cages of Death, you name it. I have gone through such lengths that risk my life for pure victory.
You supposedly ended the career of legend “JoJo” Miyazaki and Ellis. I commend you; however, those two would have fallen sooner or later. One out of sheer self-destruction and another out of pure gluttony and false pride.
You see, Creeping Death, they were definitely not on par with us. We are something different, something quite the same. All for the reasons I’ve stated above.
And, you may break my bones and tear my flesh away from my body, but you forgot one thing. You’ll never break my spirit. You may walk away with your “precious” championship on your shoulder and hang me in my rightful place, but you won’t break my spirit. You may think that you’re the best, but in the end, there would be no way. Even with your legacy, your adaptability, your innovation of hardcore…”
David puts his hand to his chin and smirks as the front camera zooms in...
David: “Innovation? Hmmm…Who thought up this match that we’re in now, Creeping Death? I did, in my little segment. So does that make me an innovator too?
Maybe so. I have so much more to say, but I’ll leave it to this: Behold! Your New Messiah has spoken. It matters not whether you’ll walk from hell and back with your belt. It only matters…when one really pure victory. This evening, pure victory is the only option. Something you cannot destroy merely the cross and crown. But something, you can never destroy…”
A few moments later, with all the cameras away from him, David found himself alone in the locker room.
But before he could get ready, David made to make one final thing all set. He pressed the old familiar numbers to Mentor’s home. She had called him a few days ago, fully recovered from the hospital and happy that David didn’t get harmed by the mysterious person who attacked her only a few weeks before. He wanted to admit right then and there, but figured that this would be the best time.
After a few rings, someone picked up.
Person: Hello, Morisato residence…
David: Hi, this is David. Could I speak to Mentor?
Person: Sure, of course. Just one second…
After a gap of silence, the warm, sweet voice of Mentor finally picked up.
Mentor: Hello David, how are you?
David sighed…
David: I’m fine, how about yourself?
Mentor: I’m doing well. So, what’s on your mind?
David: I have something to tell that I can’t hide anymore. It’s been nagging me all this time, because I feared that you would not be able to accept me for it…
Mentor: Of course not, David. I’m always there, through thick and thin.
David: Hope, I’m a pro wrestler. But it’s not the regular pro wrestler, no. Instead, I’ve been in deathmatches and what not to ease the pain. To feel one pain in place of another, you understand, don’t you?
There was a slight pause on the other end.
Hope: I don’t know. But why? I told you that violence isn’t the answer to your problems, it never has, and it never will...
David: But how can I be compassionate when I can’t be able to release some of the hurt that I’ve been through? I can’t keep everything bottled up inside of me. I needed to release it, and participating in these matches is one of the solutions...
Hope’s voice started to crack, almost giving in to sobs and tears.
Hope: But destroying yourself in front of people? Risking your life just for a cheap thrill? The scars on the outside only reflect what is felt on the inside. Don’t the scars and pain remind you of all you went through after her death?
Nothing, none of the interviews or promos that Creeping Death or any other opponent could muster, could have stood chance to her words. Mentor’s words cut him down. The only person that could really get under Alastair’s skin…
David inhales once more. Putting the cell phone away from his ear, he ended the call. He was not accepted. The complete opposite of what he was hoping for. The only person who could really understand David abandoned him.
The reflection on the floor below him gave way to two drops of tears. Tonight, he was fighting alone...
(To be continued in Part IV, after Explosion…)
