Post by David Alastair on Jun 4, 2006 12:01:24 GMT -5
For a good week since his anti-climatic match at Timebomb, David sat in a heap in front of a TV at a hotel room in an undisclosed place. It was the first time that he felt completely defeated. The impulses of his memory continue to scorch his mind with the event. The chair connecting with his skull, rattling his recently recovered mind and spirit, kept him up till dawn for the past two days. Unable to fully understand of the attack, Alastair requested the typical encore presentation of the event, still playing a few days after Timebomb took place. Creeping Death’s motives seemed clear as David watched…
“CD calls for a mic, and is handed one.
Creeping Death: Why did I eliminate these two? Look at them. They're newbies. Here I am, one of WCF's most popular guys, and certainly the most talented, being left off a pay-per-view, while these two and a plethora of other newbies get to showcase themselves. So here I am. Refusing to sit back and allow this to happen. I challenge any of you new guys to come out here and prove to me that you're more worthy of a spot on this roster than I am…”
This led to the emergence of Sean Hughes from the back, who was handily defeated moments later.
So, all this trouble just because of Death’s paranoia of losing the limelight? However, that was the problem with the vets. They keep going and going until they either drop dead or they are fired by a booker looking to push “the next generation” of wrestlers into the upper echelons of the business. David looked at it like this. He knew the Creeping Death has been around for quite some time, which easily made him one of the premier vets on the roster, even though Creeping Death was a young twenty three years of age. Alastair also knew of CD’s many bumps and unnecessary risks that he has taken in his career. David knew that it’s sooner or later that taking bumps and risks would eventually take a toll on Creeping Death.
He was still a fan favorite, with his insane style of hardcore wrestling. But this ‘crusade’ of his, to David’s beliefs, was an attempt to stop the in-flow of new hopefuls and veterans from other organizations. A feat that would be nearly impossible to accomplish. WCF, along with countless other organizations need fresh faces to keep fans interested in who would be the next great wrestling legend.
But no more. Too much thinking poisoned the concentration
David needed for the upcoming match at Sunday Slam. Luckily, he did buy a new motorcycle. To be exact, a black Buell Firebolt XB12R. Something David needed to get him away from Kyoko, the company, and at times, from the world.
Right now, he just needed to get away. Think about things and other concerns.
David’s cell phone rings...
The phone was only a short distance away, and Alastair grabbed it before the third ring ended.
David: Hello?
It seemed like the voice of heaven entered his ear. Her voice of elegance, of patience, of sheer beauty that Mentor seemed to grace upon those who spoke to her, even if it was on the phone.
Mentor: I’m happy to get a hold of you again, David. How are you?
David: I’m alright. Just the typical ups and downs. That’s all…
Mentor: You don’t sound right, David. Is everything okay?
David: I’m fine, really.
Mentor: As you have known for a long time, if you have something to talk about, talk to me about it…
David: I will when the time comes. But for now, I just need to be alone…
Mentor: David, I know that being alone doesn’t---------
Alastair cut her off by hanging up the phone. In taking a deep breath, he realized that he needed to figure out things on his own. When the time comes, he’ll talk to Mentor. But for now, he needed to forge his own path.
He got his helmet and other gear on, and in a few moments, was walking down the hallway with keys in hand.
There, he passed Kyoko with a bag of groceries. She looked at him, slightly confused.
Kyoko: Where are you going?
David stopped for a brief moment and then kept walking.
David: I need to think. As well as giving the bike a spin…
Kyoko: Alright. Just make sure that you’re back before four. You need to get ready for your cage match with Draven...
David: I will…
Kyoko: And David, don’t worry about that Creeping Death guy. He’s just trying to get to you as well as the others…
David: Maybe so…
With that, David kept on walking. Kyoko shook her head as he went out of her sight.
Kyoko: What’s gotten into him?
“CD calls for a mic, and is handed one.
Creeping Death: Why did I eliminate these two? Look at them. They're newbies. Here I am, one of WCF's most popular guys, and certainly the most talented, being left off a pay-per-view, while these two and a plethora of other newbies get to showcase themselves. So here I am. Refusing to sit back and allow this to happen. I challenge any of you new guys to come out here and prove to me that you're more worthy of a spot on this roster than I am…”
This led to the emergence of Sean Hughes from the back, who was handily defeated moments later.
So, all this trouble just because of Death’s paranoia of losing the limelight? However, that was the problem with the vets. They keep going and going until they either drop dead or they are fired by a booker looking to push “the next generation” of wrestlers into the upper echelons of the business. David looked at it like this. He knew the Creeping Death has been around for quite some time, which easily made him one of the premier vets on the roster, even though Creeping Death was a young twenty three years of age. Alastair also knew of CD’s many bumps and unnecessary risks that he has taken in his career. David knew that it’s sooner or later that taking bumps and risks would eventually take a toll on Creeping Death.
He was still a fan favorite, with his insane style of hardcore wrestling. But this ‘crusade’ of his, to David’s beliefs, was an attempt to stop the in-flow of new hopefuls and veterans from other organizations. A feat that would be nearly impossible to accomplish. WCF, along with countless other organizations need fresh faces to keep fans interested in who would be the next great wrestling legend.
But no more. Too much thinking poisoned the concentration
David needed for the upcoming match at Sunday Slam. Luckily, he did buy a new motorcycle. To be exact, a black Buell Firebolt XB12R. Something David needed to get him away from Kyoko, the company, and at times, from the world.
Right now, he just needed to get away. Think about things and other concerns.
David’s cell phone rings...
The phone was only a short distance away, and Alastair grabbed it before the third ring ended.
David: Hello?
It seemed like the voice of heaven entered his ear. Her voice of elegance, of patience, of sheer beauty that Mentor seemed to grace upon those who spoke to her, even if it was on the phone.
Mentor: I’m happy to get a hold of you again, David. How are you?
David: I’m alright. Just the typical ups and downs. That’s all…
Mentor: You don’t sound right, David. Is everything okay?
David: I’m fine, really.
Mentor: As you have known for a long time, if you have something to talk about, talk to me about it…
David: I will when the time comes. But for now, I just need to be alone…
Mentor: David, I know that being alone doesn’t---------
Alastair cut her off by hanging up the phone. In taking a deep breath, he realized that he needed to figure out things on his own. When the time comes, he’ll talk to Mentor. But for now, he needed to forge his own path.
He got his helmet and other gear on, and in a few moments, was walking down the hallway with keys in hand.
There, he passed Kyoko with a bag of groceries. She looked at him, slightly confused.
Kyoko: Where are you going?
David stopped for a brief moment and then kept walking.
David: I need to think. As well as giving the bike a spin…
Kyoko: Alright. Just make sure that you’re back before four. You need to get ready for your cage match with Draven...
David: I will…
Kyoko: And David, don’t worry about that Creeping Death guy. He’s just trying to get to you as well as the others…
David: Maybe so…
With that, David kept on walking. Kyoko shook her head as he went out of her sight.
Kyoko: What’s gotten into him?
