Fear is nothing, it's merely your mind getting lazy...wishing to stop the extra sensories from entering Pain is nothing and everything, it's the only thing left telling you you're alive...the only thing left telling you that you can still fight forward.
I blocked the oncoming jab and swept the man off his feet, driving him down into the ground with such force that I swore I heard some bones cracking. The man let out a grunt of pain but it, so it brings about a new one to slow you down or push you forward to end it. When you feel fear, you've all ready lost.
I thought we’d won. I thought we had them. After getting sent to the ground as hard as I had been, I felt like the streak had finally ended. But then Hans, an unwanted savior, comes bolting in to cost us the fight. Didn't know until after, of course...but it still pissed me the hell off.
It didn't matter though, it was only a matter of time before Hans stood before me, and I'd be ready for the fight.
The foot which kicked my ankle out from under me soon found itself being twisted in a most vile manner as I caught them upon my downfall. This man was still learning...he'd yet to know our ways.
The pounding of his fist on the ground and his screams personified that.
I lifted him back up off the ground and slung him across the room, glaring out at those before me, challenging...daring anyone to step forward. A man began to walk forward...and I'd instantly recognized him as the same man I'd beaten once before; Fallen. Beside him a smaller man, a man I'd only seen before...never fought. He was David Wilyard, the fool who the majority of the Spotlight division lackeys chose to follow, and he had his newest lackey, Grunge, standing behind him.
I cracked my knuckles, fearless and uncaring.
Perhaps I would be able to finish my job on that Fallen punk, or perhaps I'd get a chance to face off with Grunge for the first time. Whoever I faced didn't matter...so long as I had my chance to fight.
I took a step forward, hands raised and clenched. Wilyard laughed and took the toothpick from his mouth, sliding it into the cleavage of the ##### standing beside him. He motioned to his lackeys and they stepped forward, arms raised and ready. The three of them against me, going face to face...and David mockingly reaches out, offering a handshake.
He was unpleasantly surprised when he withdrew a spit-soiled hand, my eyes fixed into a glare. He growled, balling the fist as I stared heatedly at him, before letting the words drift out of my mouth like water, contaminated with bloodshed, impure from sweat, and soiled with tears.
"I want you to hit me as hard as you can."
This...is my life.
"This...is my life."
Wrestling, it's in my veins. Not many people have the opportunity to say this, not many whom are in the business have the ability to entertain the crowds like the wrestlers of the HWA can. MY official opponent this week, Antonino ‘Maniac’ Romano...charismatic and talented with many fighting styles that allows him to punish his opponents without remorse. A former champion...a former 'king'.
And then there were Wilyard and his lackeys. A title shot within “his” divisions in exchange for laying my ass out. It’s bad enough Senester walks around thinking he’s the almighty, but now Wilyard wants to be a mini demigod himself?
No.
You see, everyone has their own Gods, and money has become one of them for many. I can keep belief in my own religion but that will not change the way others perceive it.
There is no God? There is no Satan? No hell? No heaven? No creator? No Messiah?
Fine, you believe what you wish. Meanwhile, I'll believe what I wish. I believe in many things you see. I believe in miracles, something which shown through for all of us when I first came to the HWA, and took Reaper down in my debut match. I then went on to defy the odds again, taking down Buff Bridges when he was at the top of his game...and the streak continued forward with Hans, taking his title in the process.
Five years….and seemingly I’ve been reborn, with two warriors by my side.
Do you think that your men can really get the job done David? Hell, your minions are slowly breaking apart, and it's stupid of them to not recognize that. Soon there'll be no-one left in that little rag-tag group of yours to back you up, and how will you feel when they finally realize that enough is truly enough?
Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying they'll fall apart this week...it's simply not time yet, they still have the will to survive. They've yet to lose everything, and now must continue to lose what they hold dear to them. Fallen will lose his title to Talon, Evans and Shakir will lose the tag titles to the nWo...and then the rest will crumble with it. Slowly but surely we find ourselves watching the final remnants of Wilyard’s “warriors” taking their final breaths before taking the plunge into the dark, deadly waters below.
This is your life, fellas...and yours too Romano, if you want to make yourself a target. This is your life...and it's ending one minute at a time.
As we grow...you will all crumble; for nothing is static. Everything is evolving...and everything is falling apart.
"You have to give up. You have to realize that some day you will die, and until then, you are useless."
Utterly, hopelessly useless. Wilyard’s troops are slowly crumbling and they refuse to believe in their own demise. They refuse to admit their own failures, no matter how blatant they've become. Slowly but surely they're slipping into the abyss, and clinging onto the fallen shards of their fallen empire is only prolonging the inevitable.
They fail to realize that their purpose to the HWA has been served and now they're nothing more then another part of the same compost heap as anyone else. They fail to realize that once they try to take me down and fail, they cannot go anywhere else in this federation….that it's all over for them. Fallen has failed. Dragon has failed. And as they come one by one, or all at once, they will fail once more.
David...he just pisses people off, and makes them hate him, then wonders why. He's is like a small child, destined to never understand nor comprehend the world around him until he finally learns to grow and mature, understanding more of the ways of life and understanding what he must do to be successful again. Without the paranoia...without the drugs and without the corruption. But for now, David is just a child, and Fallen? Well, Fallen is just the little brother he bosses around.
Have fun with your material items, your tonka trucks and your sandboxes...boys.
I'm still pretty angry at you, and I don't see that going away anytime soon, Romano. You left me high and dry with a Canadian wrestling promotion that I had no interest in running or funding. Did make a killing on the sale of it though, but the fact remains…I thought you were a better man than that. Don't think that you're really that tough and that you can beat me that easily. You’ve only seen what can happen in the ring when I’m a man on fire Romano, but come Havoc, you will get the full experience firsthand. Man to man, no outside sources needed.
After we’ve settled up at Havoc, I've got a ladder to climb, I've got a mountain to scale, and I've got a dream to fulfill once again. My kingdom awaits...yet it's still so far away.
But I have a feeling, and I doubt that it's wrong, that some day very soon...I'll be sitting pretty on that f*cking throne, and I'll give those fans someone to believe in.
You can count on it.
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