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A blast from the Past
..:: And it doesn‘t look good for Mr. Marvel.::.. ..:: But I too am defeated… ::.. ..:: My life with Sam needs to live. I am SBK. This is my story. ::.. “Hello?” “Hello how may I help you?” “Yeah, um, I wanted to place an order for delivery.” “Okay, what can I get for you?” “Just a large pepperoni pizza please. That’s it.” “Alright, it should be there in 30 – 45 minutes. Thank you” The line disconnects and I end the call on my phone. I put my phone back into my pocket and walk back into the front room. The television plays some kind of cooking show and I sit down to watch it. I wouldn’t have ordered a pizza if I wasn’t watching this fucking show. Cooking shows always make me hungry for some reason. My feet rest on the top of the coffee table and I take a drink from my beer. I have to admit that London beer is much better than the piss back east. The television cuts to commercial and a commercial for HIW comes on. It shows me winning last week against Marvel and the narrator says ‘Will SBK end the hopes and dreams of Matt Marvell?’ and I just chuckle to myself. I look up above the television and see the photo of Samantha and I that I threw against the wall months ago. It’s in an entirely new frame and the thought of her just makes me smile. God, I miss her. I can’t believe it’s been two months since she left. I just hope she doesn’t come home with another man because I might not put Matt Marvell out to pastor. I’ll be in jail. The rain continues to pour outside and it hits the window ferociously. I see lights passing through the cracks of the blinds. The rain helps to disrupt the silence that’s been in this house for months. I lie back on the couch and I feel my pocket buzzing. I pull it out and see a text message from Jada my ex-wife before Samantha. What are you doing tonight? - Jada I flip open my phone and start typing away on the keypad. Not shit. Did you want to do something? I close my phone and put it on the table as the message sends. Doing all these things with Jada doesn’t seem right. I mean I am still technically married and I still technically am with Samantha. Being with Jada makes me seem like I’m going back to my old ways. In a way I kind of like that. In a way I like doing this. Jada has, at times, helped me get my mind off of Samantha. She has helped me escape and she has opened up my mind a little bit more. She helped me get through the last couple of weeks that have been extremely rough on me physically and emotionally. She reminds me of Sam so much it’s scary. That’s probably why I’m so attracted to her. I see headlights flash by my blinds and into the driveway. It’s probably the pizza guy. I sit on the edge of the couch and wait for him to ring the doorbell. It rings and I stand up to answer it. The door swings open and I see a figure dripping wet. The jacket is soaked and so are the pants. The hair is covered in water and a smile appears. I look down and see three precious children in a triple stroller and my eyes suddenly are greeted with anger. They have on cute clothes and they all seem to be sleeping. I look back at the figure and the smile still appears. I wish I could have the same expression but I look back at the person and then back at the three children. My mouth tries to form a smile and it does a little bit. I am greeted with a hug and a kiss on the lips. She looks into my eyes and mine have nothing. It’s the first time in years she’s seen nothing. I bend down and look at the three little girls that have the same complexion as their mother. I’m officially a father. I look back at her with my head tilted to the side. My eyes are filled with anger and resentment. She looks at me and her eyes are filled with a new found spirit. She puts one foot on the entrance to the door but I stop her and grab one of my daughters. I hold her in my arms and tears start to fall down my face. I look back at her and I allow her to step foot into my house. She grabs the stroller and brings it into the house and sets it by the front door. She takes off her jacket and puts it in the closet. I watch her every step while holding one of my daughters. She tries to grab my arm but I jolt away. The look of her right now is disgusting to me. I thought that when she came home I would be happy. Now I wish she would leave. She can tell something is wrong as she takes a step back and grabs my other two daughters and puts them on her hip. I just look at her with tears still falling but they’re of a different kind now. How could she have done this? How… “Welcome home” She says to the children and I just want to tell her to get out of my house. “How could you?” I say and she looks shocked that I said something and silence enters the house again. This time this is silence that needs a lot of explaining. They say silence is golden. I say silence is hell. 
When you cease to exist, then who will you blame? Because right now, after so many blows were delivered to so many people, myself and Scorpio are to blame. After the last few weeks DoA has started an Order of Anarchy here in HIW and seems everyone is just a little scared. Matt Marvell included. You see Matt isn’t one to show it, but he is nervous to see the tallies of Enigma. To see if his slim chance of becoming Elite Champion has become a chance in hell with Scorpio as Ref. Like I said earlier in the day. Tomorrow night it won’t matter who wears the stripes as long as they understand basic math. Because unlike all the epic battles we had Matt, this one seems to be slowly pulling away from your grasp. Your to preoccupied with Lindsey. Don’t you understand Matt, your not only fighting for your last shot at being known as a two time Elite champion. Your fighting for the revolution against DoA. Once something like DoA begins to snowball, it is very difficult to stop. People will try and ultimately fail but it isn't their failure to stop the progress that makes them foolish. It's the idea that they ever had a chance. You see, there are people like Deka, Azula and Matt that want it to stay it's same, stagnant self. And if you know anything about stagnation, there is always something that comes along to startle it. That's who we are and that's what we do. We are the rock tossed into a shimmering glass pond, and our ripple effect can be felt farther and farther away as we grow. Matt Sunday its your turn to feel said ripple. Matt you are caught in the path of a hurricane that not even their mighty egos can withstand. Despite your size and ferocity, you will not survive this natural disaster that Scorpio and I call DoA. You will fall, like all others placed in our path just as the first gusts of wind come your way. Like it or not, we've made an impression on you. We have made you become more brutal, more hate filled and more destructive. It is that influence that makes our revolution so promising. Do you believe the illusions were a figure of your imagination? After Enigma this federation will be left with is widespread panic and disorder. And when that comes, I hope to see the monster that is Matt Marvel, come to life once again. Because right now you are hidden by a thick veil of mediocrity and the believers love you for it. They don't want to see the beast that can tear men limb from limb and neither to the people in the office. Someone who roams around, destroying people and spilling blood does not sell to the demographic to which HIW is aiming. They want the big friendly giant that beats people and helps them up afterwards. They want the soft monster that can be printed on bed sheets and lunch boxes. They want the shell of the real Matt Marvel, which is what you are. And that leaves you between a rock and a hard place, Matt. Either you become a soul destroyer and go to war with us, or you are put down like a disease ridden puppy, with your 'morals' in tact. It's lose, lose for you Matt but once the Land of High Impact is torn down and transformed into the Land of DoA, you will be welcomed back with open arms, as long as you've redeveloped your taste for blood. But until then, foolish believer, you are just another body to be left in our wake, until one words is ever present above all others... Panic. If you chose the latter then it will be a pleasure to watch your 'Elite Career' or lack there of, fall by the wayside. It will be a pleasure, to dissect you within the confines of the squared circle because you are everything I hate. You want to be revered as a hero, looking to stop Scorpio and mine rebellion, and for that, I am going to hurt you. I am going to crush your pride, dreams, and your body all in one fell swoop alongside the End Result. Because that's what I have to do, to wake you from your on going nightmare. You know the one that is about to become reality. The one where Matt Marvel never gets another Elite shoot. Maybe I was wrong Matt, you were more ruthless during are Steel City match, this week it seems we are beginning to see a different side of Matt Marvel a side that doesn’t have the chops to last in our proposed Land of DoA. Almost a soft side. Of course this means nothing in the world of Professional wrestling. Professional wrestling is not about a certain look or attitude, it is about stepping between those ropes and physically proving that you are better than all others. And you Matt? You have yet to prove that to anyone. You tried to take me down in the past Matt and look what it got you. Barb burns too close to your jugular. This time, maybe I don’t let up because your unconscious. Maybe this time I finish the job. Make no mistake Matt that is what I will be going for, right at the sounding bell. There will be no show boating, there will be no grandeur, just complete and utter annihilation for the DoA cause. Insinuate homosexuality within our group, tell us we are too inexperienced and continue to go through the promo playbook because the fact of the matter is... Not even a Hail Mary can stop this. Not even 'God' can stop this. No one can stop DoA --FIN-- |