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XIII. Reminiscing September 6, 2008 3:34 PM Charlotte, NC Charlotte/Douglas International Airport The scene opens to mid afternoon traffic at the arrival section at Charlotte/Douglas International Airport. The airport is just jumbled with cars, taxi cabs, van, and limo’s. Every person in a vehicle is fighting to get a parking spot in front of the airport, in order to pick the people they are suppose to be picking up at the airport at this time. A few people are yelling out of their windows at the top of their lungs, in order to make it clear that they want a particular parking spot. The only drivers who seem to be calm about everything are the limo drivers who casually park with ease, get out of their vehicles and hold up their signs, waiting for the arrival of those who they are suppose to be picking up. Throughout all of the chaos that is going on outside of the airport. On the inside, there is a tall figure walking towards the outside. This tall figure is carrying a black duffle bag on one shoulder, and rolling a small suit case right behind him. As this person comes closer to the outside, it is revealed that Terry Mortale, better known as Maximus, can be seen walking out of the airport with his bags, getting ready to go wherever it is he plans on going. Maximus then finally get’s to the outside of the airport and sees all of the chaos that’s going on the outside. He then looks at a limo driver who is holding up sign that has the name “Fareez Mohammad” written on it in bold letters. The limo driver then looks at Maximus, and begins talking to him. Driver: Hey, you Fareez? Maximus then looks over at the driver, with his usual non-animated expression upon his face. Maximus then directs his attention to the ridiculous traffic that’s going on in front of him. The Driver get’s offended by Maximus ignoring his question. Driver: Hey! I asked if you are Fareez!? Maximus then looks over at the Driver again. This time, Maximus shoots him a very aggravated look. Maximus: Do I look like my name is Fareez? Driver: Maybe! I don’t know, you jerk. Maximus: No sorry, I’m not a rich Muslim. There was no need to start off with the rude comments. Don’t want Fareez to be assed out in the middle of all this wonderful traffic, now do we? Driver: Well.....I guess not. Maximus: Ok then. Now good day. Maximus then turns his attention back to crazy traffic that’s going on in front of him. He just simply shakes his head in disgust and then reaches in his pocket to take out his cell phone. Maximus just checks the time and puts the phone back in his pocket. Maximus then begins to speak in a low voice to himself. Maximus: I knew this asshole was going to be late. Now things are only going to get worse now that this shit is going on. With that said, Maximus hears a loud engine rumbling from the far end of the pack of crowded cars. He then looks over to where the sound is coming from. Then he looks over a white car pulling in and out of the lanes at a very quick speed. Like the person driving this car is trying to desperately finish a race. Surprisingly, this car manages to get through the insane traffic, and with great speed and precision, manages to park just a few feet from where Maximus is standing. The car that pulls up is an all white Lamborghini Gallardo LP560-4. The limo driver, that was just pestering Maximus, turns around and is in total shock by the car and the drivers skills. Driver: What...the...it...it...it took me 15 minutes to get a fucking parking spot. You mean to tell me that this asshole just parked here in 15 seconds with out any problems! What the fuck! Where the hell is Fareez! Maximus looks over at the Driver and simply grins at him. Maximus then begins to walk over to the car, and as he get’s closer, a man steps out of it. A man of average height, with dark brown hair, and green eyes. Who’s very well dressed in casual attire. Basically you’re typical rich, handsome guy. He steps out of the car with a huge smile on his face. This man is not only proud of his driving skills, but the fact that he pissed everyone off as well. After his little stunt, there is nothing but a roar of screams and yells being directed towards him. Maximus then walks over to the car and begins to speak to this man. Maximus: Do you always have to be an asshole? The man then turns over and looks over at Maximus. ???: Hey, my momma always told me that I could be anything I want to be. Being an asshole is just one of the things I decided to become. The man has a strong southern accent, and he talks with a lisp as well. Which just suddenly reminds you of Dusty Rhodes right off the bat. ???: So what you just standing over there for? You gonna give your old friend Justin a hug or what? Maximus then drops his bags and walks over to his old friend Justin Laughlin and they embrace in a “we’re dudes, we’re not gay, we’re old friends, and we miss each other” hug.. They then get off of each other. And Justin quickly picks up Maximus’s bags and throws them into the back seat. Maximus: Hey asshole! I have my ring attire in that bag. Justin: Oh, whatever pussy. Get in the fucking car. My sweet fucking car baby! Justin jumps back into the drivers seat, and Maximus get’s into the passenger side. Justin turns the ignition and the engine quickly comes on. Rumbling very loud, and is set to take off. At the same time “Bark at the Moon” by Ozzy Osbourne begins to blast over the stereo system in the car. Justin then cuts off an old lady and begins to speed off into the traffic, miraculously making his way back into the airports highway safely. Justin has the music blaring, while speeding at the same time. Maximus then turns down the stereo. Maximus: Dude, what the fuck is all of this? Justin: What? It’s Ozzy Osbourne Maxipads. Remember, it was your old theme song back in the XWF. Thought it would be a great way to welcome you back to NC baby! Maximus laughs for a split second. Maximus: Yes, it does bring back some memories. I just want to know about this fucking car though. This shit is ridiculous. Justin: I know man, this shit is the greatest pussy magnet off all time! Been getting fucked ever since I got this bad boy! Here...smell this. Justin then takes his two fingers and puts it under Maximus’s nose. Maximus quickly smacks his hand away from him. Maximus: What the fuck dude, get that shit out of my face. Justin: Hell yeah! That’s what I’m talking about! Just had to make that one quick, only because I had to pick you up. Maximus: You’re fucking crazy dude. Justin: You I’m still fucking crazy....Actually I’m crazier than ever!! Maximus: You’re right about that. You might not be Beatstreak anymore, but you still act like you are. Justin: Oh baby...Beatstreak has never gone away. Just decided to let the corporate world see what Beatstreak is all about, rather than the wrestling world. Maximus: Shame.....anyway. Where the fuck are we going? Justin: Oh man, glad you asked. You see I was gonna take you to this party, that’s going to be filled with nothing but hot chicks. Then I remembered that Jasmine screwed your dick off and put in a glass case. So we’re just going to go back to the condo that I have out in Charlotte. Maximus: Great, I just hope your crazy ass doesn’t bring along any of those psycho drug addicted sluts over while I’m around. I don’t have time to deal with that shit anymore. Justin: Hey, the Streak never messes with those line snorting sluts. They’re too skinny. I need some o’ them ghetto booty’s. Know what I mean Maxi! Just like the one your wife has.... Maximus: You mother.... Justin starts laughing hysterically as he continues to cut people off in the middle of the road. Justin: You I’m just playing with you man. Jasmine is hot though. Maximus: Yea, I never forget that when I look at her naked. Justin: Must be sweet to do that. If she wasn’t your wife, I’d bang her. But oh well.... Thing get silent for the next ten seconds, then Justin continues to speak. Justin: Hey! You remember that chick Canadian ho that you were banging back when we were in the AWF!? Maximus kind of backs up into a corner. Justin’s little out burst surprised the hell out of him. Maximus: Yea, her name was Yasmine. And why in the hell do you have to yell every time you talk. Justin: I don’t know dude, I’m just happy to see you. Just like showing off my wealth you know. Her name was Yasmine you say? How fucking ironic is that!? Maximus: Yea....I always tell myself that when I think about her from time to time. Justin: Dude you still think about her and her 36 DD tits right? Man, even though I banged more chicks than you, you still managed to get the best ones. I know you never told Jasmine about her. Maximus: Why the fuck would I? You want her to go all commie on me and castrate me? Justin: That would be entertaining. Maximus ignores Justin’s remark. Maximus: Jasmine is very jealous. Regardless if I was with a chick for 5 minutes or for 5 years. She doesn’t even want to think about any other woman being with me, yet alone, one that actually made me happy at one point. Justin: Dude you were fucking in love with her! Maximus: Somewhat.... Justin: Don’t bullshit me. You’re a fucking sucker. Like when she would come on the road with us, you would never leave the hotel. Just stay in the room all day, until it was time for you go to work. Maximus: Can’t help it if my sex was great, and she just wanted more after it was done. Justin: Yea, I’m pretty sure you’re fifteen minutes was the best that she has gotten in here entire life. Justin starts laughing loudly at this remark. Maximus just sits there and grins. Maximus: Ha....ha. At least my 15 minutes are better than your 3. I’m sure you still can’t break your record of 3:01. Justin: Man...it’s more like 3 hours and 1 minute. The Streak is still the man in bed. Just like how he was in the ring. Maximus: Please....let’s not go here again. Justin: Yes!!! We are going there! UHWF’s one and only Grand Slam Champion! Your accomplishments Maxipad? Maximus: European Champion.... Justin: That’s right slutbag! And don’t you forget it! Maximus: Dude, you really need to stop doing cocaine. Justin: I don’t do cocaine....I’m not Dr. Rockso. Maximus: You damn sure act like him though. All you need is some white make-up, and a red nose. Then you’re good to go. Justin: Really? I wouldn’t be Dr. Rockso. Maximus: Oh yea? Then who would you be? Justin: Krazzy Kidd..... Both Maximus and Justin suddenly begin to laugh hysterically. Then they both begin to calm down, as Justin looks like he’s about to crash. Maximus: Dude....good one. Justin: Yea man, what is wrong with that guy? Is he retarded or something? Maximus: Maybe...I don’t really know the guy like that. And I don’t really like him that much to try and talk to him. Justin: So why haven’t you kicked his ass yet? Usually that’s you usually do when you don’t like anyone. Maximus: No need to. I have better things to worry about than kicking some guy’s ass that I don’t like. Justin: Why the sudden change of heart? You use to just punch a guy in the face when ever you felt like it. Jasmine got you pussy whipped that bad, that you just soften things up? Maximus: No, I rather go and worry about getting to top than beating those who are at the bottom. Justin: What? What gay shit is this? You were the World Champion in AWF, still bitch smacking every single slut that decided to walk in the locker room. You were a ruthless sum bitch back then Maxi. Maximus: I still am..... Justin: No, you’re a fucking husband and father. That’s what you are. Remember that guy named Jake? The second.....I think? Yea he was the second owner of the AWF! Then he hired his son, and booked his son to become the World Champion. Maximus let’s out a little chuckle. Maximus: Yea, I remember that. We had a match and then I broke his leg by “accident”, and then he was on the injured list for 3 months. Justin: Yea man! That was fucking hilarious! No one knew what was going on except for us. It was just fucking awesome. Maximus: Yea, and remember the time you faced some guy name Stevie Rock. Justin: Stevie?.....oh yea, that muscular guy who looked like a giant Gerber baby! Yea, I remember him! Maximus: Dude....please stop yelling, I’m right next to you. Justin: Shut up! Just continue your story. Maximus: Anyway, you went up against him, and then you told me during the match that I should come out a whack him with the steel chair. So when came out to distract him first, you went behind him and pulled off his trunks, hit him in the nuts, and then took off his underwear! Justin: Yea man! Then you came in the ring and still whacked him with the steel chair! Maximus: Yea dude....fucking hilarious. Both Justin and Maximus begin laughing together. Justin: Man that was awesome! Can’t believe you remember that. Maximus: Yea, the part that really killed me, was when we got to the back he started crying..... Justin: HA! Maximus: Then he threw up, ran out of the arena, and the officials found him in the bushes passed out. Justin: Oh man, that night was hilarious. Wait....I got another one. The night that you became the World Champion. Maximus suddenly becomes more serious. Maximus: What about it? Justin: Remember how fucked up it was? Maximus: Yea. You think it was funny? Justin: Nope, not at all. In fact it was pretty serious in my book. Maximus: Yea, I remember it. It was one of the worse victories I had attained. Justin: It was you against...? Maximus: Reddz, I forgot his real name. Justin: Yea man, you guys had created some huge build up. You were seen more as the underdog for that one. But the fucking management wanted to make it seem like you couldn’t win that match on your own.... Maximus: Yes, they had to send in a few of their “politicians” to come in and cost Reddz the match. They really ruined something special. Justin: What a disappointment. All of that build up, for a Hell in a Cell match! Just for them to fuck it up. Maximus suddenly get’s silent for a few seconds. Maximus: They just totally ruined it. It was like my victory was tainted. I was really expecting that match be great, just like what every other Hell in a Cell match was meant to be. Bloody, brutal, with all the mayhem and carnage being wrapped around it. Now, we’ll never know how that match would’ve really turned out if....Chris....I think, wasn’t in charge. Justin: Well, you made up for it a week later when you defended it at the Pay Per View. You headlined the event, and you won it, and you proved that you deserved your title. Maximus: I sure did. That was the match truly solidified my status as top guy. The best moment in the AWF. Glad it closed down though. Justin: Eh...whatever man. You’re getting a greater opportunity tomorrow night. Think you’re going to be ready? Maximus: I know I’m ready dude. This match is what’s going to make me. I guarantee it.... Justin: Well, just so that we both know. This Shark Tank match, basically is just another Hell in a Cell match. It’ll be like going into that match again with Reddz. This time, you’ll know that there will be no one there to interrupt it, and taint your victory. Allowing your first run as the Canadian Champion to be a great one. Maximus: We’ll see what happens. Remember, I work for the XWF, so anything could happen. Nothing of that nature though. We’re everything get’s interrupted by uninvited guess. It will be everything, and more, than what my World title match was supposed to be. Justin: Yea baby, and I got front row seats! Maximus: All thanks you me, of course. I’m glad to see you again bro. Justin: Me too Max. I finally get to see how much you’ve really proved, up close once again. It might bring back some old memories. Maximus: It might even inspire you to come out of retirement. Justin begins to laugh, as he finally slows down and exits off of the highway. Justin: No way man. Too many injuries, that just didn’t make any God damn sense. After watching you tomorrow night, it will just remind me why I left in the first place. Maximus: It will.... Justin then continues to speed down a busy street, passing by every single car that’s in front of him. Then he begins to slow down as they get in front of some very lavish apartment buildings. Justin: Yea man, we’re here. Trust me, it will be much better than staying in a hotel. You can get all the free booze you want. Maximus: That’s what I’m talking about. Let’s go! Justin: Now who’s the hyper one? Maximus: So what...I have one of the greatest fights of my life coming up tomorrow night. I wanna get drunk before it all goes down. Justin: Well....that’s what you want to do. Justin then turns off the engine, both he and Maximus get out of the car, and head up stairs. Justin’s car still stands there in the hot summer afternoon. Both Maximus and Justin continue to walk up to the condo, and they continue to share laughs as they tell old stories and Reminisce. XIV. Point of No Return Oh man, what a long journey this has been. I’ve been in the XWF for over four years, making it my fifth in like November I think. Either way, I’ve been here for a very long time, and I haven’t really done much. Which is sad, but I know I’m making up all of those lost times right now. Never in the time that I have been here have I made such an impact on my peers. I have never had so much attention garner around me with any little thing that I would say. Just think about it....when I first arrived, have I ever talked so much that it would’ve forced guys like Steve Jason to contemplate suicide? I don’t really think so. Remember, I was just some new guy coming in, who was doing what every other new guy was doing. Which was just going after the Hart Championship, and fighting in the undercard every single week. I wasn’t too proud to be apart of that circuit, rally who would? I always felt that I deserved to be on the top of the federation. Wrestling the great names who walked into the arenas and gave in a hundred percent every time. I couldn’t do that, only because I felt that it was pointless doing so against guys who didn’t care about their jobs as professional wrestlers. I didn’t realize that you have to give a hundred percent every time until later on....well until I came back in late April. Only if I had done this sooner, I swear this entire company would not be the way it is now. Maybe things would’ve been different. But now there’s no time to think about what could’ve been. Now it’s time to think about how things are right now. I fucked up back then, and I didn’t full embrace this company as my launching pad to success. I’ve come to terms with that, and I have no other choice but to live with it. I do know that that burden is going to quickly get off my shoulders as I step inside of the ring tomorrow night and take out Chad. Between he and I, we both haven’t had a lot of success in the XWF. So this match is sink or swim for the both of us. We both have been sinking in this company for quite sometime now. Now let’s see who can get up and swim, or who just let themselves to keep sinking to the very bottom. Who do you think it will be? Really....I don’t think you can answer this question right now for neither one of us, especially for me. Regardless if I win or lose this match, I will keep going until I get what I need in order to show everyone that I am what I say am. I really do hope that it is quicker than I expect it to be. Which basically will be tomorrow night. I will do what I can in order to win the Canadian Championship the best and only way I know how. That’s wrestling at my best, which will simply be out performing Chad. He’s the prime example of mediocrity at it’s best. Regardless of how long he’s been in this company, how many matches he’s been in, or how many people he has defeated who has surpassed him, he still is a worthless piece of shit to this very day. I can careless about what he has accomplished in the past, because his past is what’s definitely holding him back from gaining a decent future. With me involved in the equation right now, I feel that it won’t get any easier for the Cereal Killer. I mean really....does he really expect people to take him seriously? The man is a walking joke, and each and everyone of his promos are joke. The man is a walking joke, and his career is just a spectacle in it’s entirety. He may have done something’s in the past that solidified his name as a very decent marketable name in the company, but as of right now, his time is up. Surely you could say the same thing about Centurion, but then again Centurion is in the main event at Mutiny, and he’ll most definitely deliver a great performance against his opponents. Chad on the other probably wouldn’t come close to touching a young athlete like James Raven. So does it mean that he can really do much to me? I wouldn’t mind answering this one folks, I’m pretty sure that it’s going to be a no. I can damn well take on any man in this company and hold my own to the highest decree of my skills, and not have any slight feelings of thinking that I got manhandled during the encounter. What I can do in the ring can out last Chad on him at his best, and me at my worst. It just doesn’t matter, I’m simply better than him, and I will have no problem doing do tomorrow night. Now there’s no need for me to be like Chad and say “Hey dude, I’m gonna kick your ass, and I’m gonna beat the shit out of you, because you suck”. Even though it sounds like what I’m saying right now, I have more a tendency to prove it in the ring,. And if I do say something like that, I back it up with actual facts as to why you suck. As of right now I’m just going with Chad’s recent track record, of guy’s he has defeated in the ring, and guys who have defeated him. Guys who I know I can take head on, and most definitely win without much difficulty. No need to name anybody right now, because it’s not about them, it’s about me and Chad. Tomorrow night, me and Chad will battle in one of the greatest matches of the night. That much is a guarantee, theirs is a lot at stake on both of our behalf’s. With all of the things that I’m putting up, I can’t afford to lose. Just so that everyone knows this, I came back with only one goal when I returned back in April and that was to become the best. My Eminence began to rise, and then it arrived. Then miraculously it has just recently reached it’s supremacy. Now that I have gotten far beyond where I started, I’m pretty damn sure that I have reached the Point of no Return. And I will never return to where I once was before. After tomorrow night, who’s going to stop me? |
