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Prologue. My Predecessor’s Endemic... ...Has suddenly put somewhat of a...bad reputation, I think, for this prestigious championship belt. Basically it all happened back when Centurion won the title back at Mega Massacre, where it was brought back from the dead. The way how this championship was then treated there after, kind of made me believe that the title should’ve stayed dead. Even though I was more than happy to see this Championship come back up again, I was then suddenly disappointed as to how the holders of the title treated.... Oh, so disappointed.... First I off we have Centurion. The man who has held the Canadian Championship more than everyone in the XWF. It really sucks because he beat me in the match in order to win the title. Regardless of how disappointed I was for my lost, I was a little bit satisfied for Centurions gain. Reason being, is because I knew that Centurion was the epitome of what all of the Canadian Champions should be about...as far their talent, and ability to carry the title is concerned. I was fine with Cent being the Canadian Champ...for the time being. As I had my own plans for facing him for the championship, and taking it away...yes, taking it away. But things didn’t totally go my way now did it? Of course not...as Centurion was burnt from the match itself...which there was nothing really great about the match that would’ve cost him to get burnt out. Just a simple 1000 Mile High slam, which was done to me, and I still managed to get back up to my feet...but not in time to stop the pinfall. And after all of that, he had the nerve to get burnt out? Really, it was a sad sight watching him lose to Drake Komodo just a week later. With Centurion losing the title only a week later, only just showed how badly he’s been diminished as a competitor. Suddenly, in my eyes, his credibility as being the epitome of what all the Canadian Champions should be...just quickly jumped out of my head. And of people to lose to...of all people! It just had to be Drake Komodo. Such a perfect man for Centurion to drop the title to...seriously...just fucking great... ...Great for me to actually find someone to finally have an extreme disliking for...Even though Krazzy Kidd will always be the man that I dislike the most in the XWF, Drake has definitely made my “I don’t like you, and I want to seriously fuck you up” list. Which was something that I didn’t want to make...but oh well. Moving on...Drake was the exact opposite of what Centurion was, when it came to his attitude and respect for the business. He is a great performer, I’ll give Drake that credit, but he was just an asshole who I just couldn’t wait to beat the shit out of. As far as being different from Centurion is concerned, the asshole didn’t want be te Canadian Champion. What kind of shit is that? And openly admit it in front of the XWF and guys in the back...guys that would’ve appreciated holding the title...guys like me. Well...since there’s no one else here that’s on the same level as me...it was only me. Drake just only made the title look less of what it was worth as he continued to hold on to it. The fat that he didn’t even win the match for his title defense against me and Cent, just made him look even more like an incompetent holder for the belt... ...Yet, he continued to brag about how he was better then me. He was living proof of an idiot’s existence....right next to Chad. What would you do if someone claims to be better than you, when they didn’t even beat you? You either get pissed off and retaliate, or be a pussy and let it slide. Drake already had pissed me off with him not even winning the match, so for him to continue talking was just the icing on the cake. So as I attacked him and the Tribe members...single handily, without the Vigilantes...Drake even looked like more of a worthless champion, who had no right to hold the Canadian title. For him to let things go down the way that it went, kind of made me realize that he was only making the Canadian Championship look as if it was the “stepping stone” to the World championship...and seriously, any proud wrestler would never mistreat a championship title like he did. Thus creating less and less credibility for the Canadian Championship. Such a great champion Drake was....really and truly... Drake was so great that he decided to leave the XWF with his hetrosexual life partner, Aidan Collins. Where he went? I don’t know. What could he be up to now? I don’t fucking care...all I just know that there’s a quarrel between Drake and I, and if he decides to come back, while I’m around, it will most definitely be settled. Only for the obvious reasons as to why I went to away to prison...but we’re not going to get into that. All I know is this, Drake left the company, most importantly leaving the Canadian title behind for vacancy. With Drake leaving the title behind, he left a huge...huge...huge shit mark on the Canadian title. In which the next champion, after him, made even bigger. Such great champions they were...they all just truly knew how to hold the Canadian title...great champions indeed.... ...As Cyren, or King Cyren, was....if you like psychotic sports entertainers. My time in prison kept me from preventing “King” Cyren from winning the Canadian title. Even though I wasn’t around, did I think he was still a good champion? The answer to that is quite simple...NO!. Cyren was just as good as a champion as Drake was. Instead we was the leader of an incompetent group of distorted sports entertainers, who basically didn’t have any true skills or talent what so ever. So I think...no I will end up taking that last statement back. Drake was definitely a better Canadian champion then Cyren. I’m really going to base it all around of the bullshit that went on with his shitty stable, the people that he went up against, and the unfortunate events that had took place behind the scenes. Don’t worry I’ll give you guys sometime to think about it....think about....think about it....okay, now as ask yourselves, how great Cyren was? Surely this would be the part where I begin to hear crickets.... Too bad he wasn’t the one who faced me in the Shark Tank instead of Chad. The match would’ve been much better, and I probably would have gotten a whole lot more gratitude than what I got now...and I really appreciated the gratitude that I got from no one. Either way, Cyren not only brought bad taste to the XWF, but he brought even more of a bad taste to the Canadian Championship. Thus being last of it’s kind as “The worst Canadian Champions ever”...Yes I just came up with that. So let’s recap shall we? Centurion, drops the title only after one week of holding the damn title. Then we got Drake who didn’t even want, nor like the championship. Didn’t have the desire to showcase the Championship as a prized possession, and show everyone in the company that the Canadian Championship is a title that needs to be taken seriously. Only wanting to hold to the Canadian title to make Hardcore Smitty angry...and that plan didn’t work out so great now did it? Only Smitty can answer that one...but Drake, even though he’s a great performer, was a terrible Canadian Champion just for the mere fact that he had no respect for the title. Then “King” Cyren was just naturally a douchebag, and him holding the title was a disgrace all by itself. Of course, Cyren had a lack of respect for the Championship as well, as he decided to just throw it away, as if it was a piece of trash. .If you think it is a piece of trash...then why in the hell would I want it so bad? As I know for a fact that I am far from a piece of shit wrestler...I dare any of you to challenge me. What pains me the most is that all of these men could’ve done a better job as the champions. With those men fucking up, they just totally ruined the great reputation that the Canadian Championship was built up to be. These past few months, the Canadian Championship has had worthless and pathetic men, in their own shape and form, hold onto the title. Just utterly tarnishing the name, and putting down those who had made plans on probably holding it in the near future...basically putting me down. Which is fine, because all of that is going to change, and it’s going to change right now. Centurion said that I will be a good Canadian Champion....but where can being a good champion get me? Being great is the only thing that’s o my mind right now, and doing that will have to start now. So everyone please stand by and witness a real Canadian Champion is suppose to be about. As I will be the new epitome of what a Canadian Champion is suppose to be about. How will I be able to do that? By replenishing the great prestige that was here once before Centurion became a diminished, washed up fool. Everyone please witness what will be done as I take a stroll down Remedy Lane with my title...holding it up high, as I walk to greatness. I. Remedy Lane September 20th, 2008 8:59 PM Manhasset, Long Island, New York Maximus’s home It was a nice, and sunny day outside earlier on in the day. The sun was sun, and the breeze was soft and cool. A day that was just good enough for young kids to go outside and play. Just to enjoy the nice, pre-autumn, weather. Now it’s night and the temperature has dropped dramatically. At least that’s how everyone feels, since summer was just there. One in the nice, quiet, and beautiful neighborhood of Manhasset, lies expensive and lavish, three-story houses, and well manicured lawns. No cemented sidewalks though. Just the grass, huge driveways, and then the houses. Now that the houses can be seen, and all of them lined up next to each other, only to be separated by a few yards. All of them looking similar, but different from the next. All of them having the same look as being peaceful homes to upper-middle class families. All the houses on this particular block, can now be seen. Each and everyone the house’s are now dark, and have the lights off in their family rooms. Every house except one.... In the short distance, a very elegant three-story house can now be seen. You can’t really tell what color the house is, since it’s fully dark outside, and the street lamp is kind of far away from this house, so it doesn’t add any luminescence to the house. Just judging from it’s structure, you can still tell that it’s a beautiful house. This house still has it’s lights on, set in the family room. There you can see the shadow of a tall figure standing up, in front of the window, on th inside of the house. As you get closer, you can see the mans eyes, which are brown, and that he’s just staring at the outside, getting lost in his thoughts. Now we go onto the inside of the house and see that there stands Maximus, standing in his family room, right next to the lamp, unknowingly looking outside of his window. Maximus is wearing his usual casual attire, which consists of, a black t-shirt and blue jeans. His hair dropping over his shoulders, and nearly covering his eyes, so you can tell that he’s truly getting lost in his thoughts. He continues to stand by the window, holding a beer bottle in his hand. The from behind him walks his gorgeous wife, Jasmine. She has a very sad look on her face, as she always does when it’s almost time for Maximus to leave and go away to work. Jasmine then walks behind Maximus and hugs him from behind. Laying her head on his strong back. Maximus suddenly breaks out of his thoughts and begins talking in his usual non-animated tone. Maximus: How is he? Jasmine then responds in a tired, yet sadden tone Jasmine: He’s getting better...oh man, I can’t believe he’s sick already. Maximus: Well, he’s a kid. What do you expect? Jasmine: Well, Estella doesn’t get sick that much, and she’s the baby. Crap man, school just started and he’s already gotten sick. Maximus: Maybe Estella has my strong Immune System. Jasmine: And what’s that suppose to mean? Maximus: That you have a weak one... Jasmine then get’s off of him, and slaps Maximus on his back. Maximus then begins to chuckle a bit, and turns around to face Jasmine, who now has her arms folded. Her face looking slightly angry now. Jasmine: Don’t go and start blaming me for our son getting sick all of the time. Maximus then puts his arms up in the air, and surprise expression comes on his face. Maximus: Did I say that it’s your fault!? Jasmine: Yes you did! Maximus: When!? Jasmine: Just now! Maximus: Hey, watch your tone, the kids are sleeping... Jasmine then brings her tone down. Jasmine: Fuck you... Maximus: I wish you would... Maximus then grins, but Jasmine doesn’t take this as a good time to get intimate with her husband. Jasmine: Now isn’t the time. Cory just started school, and now he’s sick...already. Maximus: Well, he’s around kids that are older than him, so maybe it’s all of the germs that they are carrying. He just can’t handle it I guess. Jasmine: Or his weak Immune System that he got from me right? Maximus: Maybe that too... Maximus then goes to take a sip of his beer, but Jasmine interrupts Jasmine: See! You did say it! Maximus nearly chokes on his beer. Maximus: No I didn’t...and stop yelling. Jasmine: But you were referring to it though. Maximus just shakes his head, and takes a quick sip of his beer. Maximus: Whatever...you’re the one who said that he got sick a lot when he was a baby. And I have yet to see Estella get sick more than three times a year. Jasmine: Ughh... whatever Terry. Jasmine then starts to walk away. Maximus: Where are you going? Jasmine then stops and turns around to face Maximus. She then gives Maximus a hard look and begins a to speak in a mildly upset tone. Jasmine: Going to check on Estella, check and see if she really has your “strong” genetics. Jasmine then turns around continues to walk up the stairs. You then begin to hear Jasmine stomping as she begins to walk up the stares. Maximus just stands there and laughs. Maximus then engulfs the rest of his beer and then walks over towards the kitchen. Once inside, Maximus drops the bottle in a recycle bin, and then goes over to the cupboard, and takes out a small glass. Maximus then turns around and walks over to a cabinet, opens it up, and in front of him there is nothing but hard liquor stashed on top of the other. Maximus then takes down a large bottle of Bacardi 151, opens it up, and then pours the liquor into the glass, letting it fill to over a half. Maximus then closes the bottle, and puts it back in the cabinet. Maximus then walks out of the kitchen and begins walking up the stairs now himself. Maximus then walks pass the bathroom, Estella’s closed door. Maximus then walks in front of a white bedroom door, and then slowly walks in. Maximus walks into his son, Cory, bedroom. Cory is sitting up on his bed, watching TV. There’s a glass of orange juice, an empty bowl of soup, and bottle of cough medicine sitting on a dresser, by his bed. Maximus then get’s closer, and Cory then looks up at his father and then responds. Cory: Oh...so you finally decide to step up face the walking germ, huh? Maximus then grins, and then sits down on Cory’s bed. Maximus: Yea, I finally faced my fears and decided to except your challenge, “Walking Germ”. Cory: Yea, maybe I can challenge you for your Canadian title....*cough!*....*cough!* Maximus flinches a little bit, and then begins to wipe himself off. Maximus: Before you challenge me to anything, get rid of that cough, grow some hair on your little nuts first. Cory starts laughing Cory: *Cough!*....Real....*cough!*....funny....*Cough!*....dad.... Maximus: I know....I know...I’m hilarious. Cory then get’s up and spits out into the same bowl that he just finished drinking his soup out of Maximus: Dude...gross! Cory: What did you....*sniff*....expect? I’m a ...*sniff*....sick...*sniff*.....eight year old..... Maximus: Yea...whatever kid. Maximus then takes a quick gulp of his glass of rum. Leaving only a good quarter of it. Maximus: Listen, just wanted to check up and see how you were doing. That’s all. Cory: Too bad I had to get sick on the weekend...man this shit sucks.... Maximus: Hey...profanity boy... Cory: Sorry, dad. Those fucking douchebags....I mean, those kids at school just think it’s cool to drink off of other people with out telling them. It’s fuc- it’s just disgusting. Maximus: gives Cory a stern look for a quick minute, but Maximus suddenly looks down at his cup. Maximus: Oh well....if I was cursing at my father when I was eight, I guess you can do it in front of me. Just don’t do it in front of your mother. Cory: What if I curse at you? Maximus: Then I’ll knock your fucking teeth out... Maximus suddenly puts a grin on his face. Cory doesn’t smile or anything. He just ends up looking scared. Maximus: Oh well, I guess you should be taking this then... Maximus then hands over the glass of rum to Cory. Cory then puts the glass to his nose, and takes a quick smell of the concoction. Cory suddenly jerks his head away from the small glass. Cory: What hell! Dad, why are you giving me...*cough!*...alcohol....*cough!*... *cough!* Maximus: Drink it...it’ll kill the germs and bacteria in you. Cory: You sure....? Maximus: Yes...just don’t tell your mom about this. Cory: Why am I doing this? Maximus: One, I’m your father. Two, it’ll get you better faster than the rest of this bullshit that your mom was just giving you. Cory: If you say so... Cory then puts the cup to his face, and then takes a quick sip of the alcohol, finishing the glass. Cory then ends up doing some vicious coughs. Maximus then pats his son on the back to get the rest of his coughs out. Cory then grabs the bowl, and then let’s a out a huge ball of spit. Cory then falls out on his bed, and begins to lay there. Maximus: You okay son? Cory: Yes...got all the mucus out. But dad, please do me a favor. Maximus: What? Cory: Don’t make me drink that disgusting stuff ever again...Man, I don’t know how you’re able to drink that stuff every other day. Maximus suddenly begins to start laughing. Maximus: I won’t son....you just remember not to tell your mom about this.... Suddenly Cory’s bedroom door opens, and there’s Jasmine standing at the door with Estella in her arms. Jasmine: Tell me what? Maximus: How he got sick from kissing a girl.... Cory: Dad! Maximus then gives Cory a quick wink. Jasmine then looks perplexed by this news. Then she looks at Cory. Jasmine: Is this true Cory? Cory: Uh...yea...*cough!*....unfortunately...*cough!* Jasmine then looks over at Maximus, and then she looks over at Cory. Then back at Maximus again. Jasmine: Like father...like son, you two are trying to bullshit me. Maximus: What? Jasmine: No, it’s okay...you two can have your fun. Me and Stella will have our time soon...isn’t that right baby! Jasmine then starts playing with Estella, who then starts laughing and playing with her mother. Maximus then get’s up and walks over to Jasmine and Estella, and starts hugging both of them and kissing them. Maximus: Well, excuse me, I have to start getting ready to leave. Cory should fine by tomorrow. Okay...? Jasmine just stands there and give simple nod. Maximus then walks out of Cory’s room, into the hallway, and then into his own. Maximus then lays down on his bed, and goes into deep thought once more.... II. Iinfinitio Nisus Two weeks down...and plenty more to go...Man, I’ll start off by saying that last week was a bit of a surprise for me. Losing to the likes of Boondock Saint, Centurion, and Sam Hain....Yes, Sam Hain. Why in the hell...no...how in the hell could this have been possible? Well thanks to the new, and cocky, James Raven, who thought it would be a good idea to humiliate Kore during the match, as oppose to doing so afterwards-decided that it would be a great idea to cost us the match. Yea...sure Kore was being a dick, but still, he could’ve attacked Kore after the match was over. Totally not cool. At least Boondock didn’t “beat the crap out of me” like he “promised”. And now Sam Hain actually has a “victory” over me....man, I’m using a lot of quotation marks here....moving on. James just proved to me how big of an asshole he really by him doing what he did. I’m going to sweat him over this, because I’ll just get him back by kicking the shit out of him the next time we meet in the ring again...or whenever I feel like. But why should I even care? It was just a simple punk ass Six-Man tag team match. The reason why do “care”, is for the fact that I just don’t like losing. I have recently become addicted to winning my matches, and now I have to win every single match that I get. So, thanks to James, he prevented me from getting high on victory last week....I guess that World Championship has really gotten to his head. The man just feels that he can do anything he wants. Oh well....one lost hasn’t, and will not, tarnish my reputation. It’s not like Boondock got me or James to tap out. Any other day, I would take Daniel out myself without a problem...can’t wait until that happens. So forget all of that bull shit, I have other things to think about.... I for one, have to defend my newly won Canadian Championship next week at Rage in the Cage, against two unfortunate victims. One of them being Scott Charlotte...I think? And the next being Marisol Hawke. The only reason why I actually remember Marisol, is because this chick actually managed to become the Women’s Champion at Mutiny, against the company’s best selection of female competitors. But what really made Marisol grab my attention, was the fact as to how confident she is, going into the match. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t want her to be frightened of me, coming into the match...but I mean shit, this girl act like she doesn’t know who the fuck I am! That’s only a surprise, because I just somehow manage to grab peoples attention before they step in the ring with me. I’m not insulted by her choice to ignore who I am...but I’m just confused. I just want to know...is she new here or something? I’m for being ignorant myself, because I have no idea as to how long she’s been here. I know Roxy Nova is ...somewhat new, but at least she would know who’s she’s dealing. This dumb bitch Marisol apparently has not clue whatsoever. So what do I do? Get mad and then just start beating the shit out of this chick? No...I can’t do that, because she’s just not naive...not retarded. Which is something that I’ll forgive. In time she’ll know who I am. As she will remember me as the guy who defeated her with some other douchebag in a steel cage match. Then had the pleasure of sending her to another show.....yea, it should be a good match. Well...enough about Marisol, she has nice boobs, but I can’t caught up in her just yet. First I have get in the ring tomorrow night a dispose of the incompetent loser known as Reggie Fresh....and first off just let me say one thing....great job on their behalf’s on getting their asses handed to them by two Impact guys. It was very entertaining to watch. I mean seriously....think about it...Heavy D and Reggie Fresh. Both veterans, both had built up there names through the years that they have been here in the XWF. Heavy D being a former World Champion...which I’m starting to wonder how he did it...and Reggie Fresh winning....I don’t know, what did he ever win here in the XWF. I’m sure I’ll be able to find out later. Either way man, it was just sad and pathetic. Those two should literally be ashamed of themselves. At first, both Heavy D and Fresh went on to lose against both Big Shank and myself in a tag match, like about....two weeks ago? You’re going to have to forgive me for bad memory....kind of hard to remember the losers that you have defeated....which has been a lot lately....but yeah. With the help of Big Shank, he and I both had the pleasure of kicking the both of their asses. I have no idea as to why C2 would such an embarrassing as this.... Then again, I shouldn’t jump the gun so quickly, as there was an upset last week. So I can’t go ahead and be as laid back as I was lat week, knowing that damn well anything can happen. As we all know though, Reggie Fresh can’t hold a candle to the great skills that I possess in the ring. But unfortunately for him, I have a lot in store for Reggie, and I just hope that he will be prepared for me. Surely that he has picked up a few things since the last time we have met in the ring....then again, he just lost to some guys straight off of Impact....so I doubt he learned anything. Which is quite simple....Them Liles Boys suck. The only thing that has changed though is the fact that I am actually the Canadian Champion.....and if he would’ve his match last week, then he would be champion walking into this match as well. If he was, then he and his partner wouldn’t feel so left out facing both Big Shank again...this time in separate matches....obviously. Now I’m not going to sit here and talk about how many people I have defeated, like how some people are doing, and are still doing, even though they are a complete embarrassment to the company and to themselves....no need for me to name any names....and no I’m not talking about James Raven...even though he’s just talking about how many people he has defeated. I guess he wants to use that as intimidation against his opponents, but it works for him....oh well. That doesn’t work for me though. So instead me talking about how many people I’ve defeated, rather just have the men I step in the ring with as those I that have defeated. So the only thing I have to say about my homie Reggie Fregie-Fresh. Is that he’s going to be getting his ass handed to him again for the second time in row, by me, and in a week. And that’s not a threat....that’s promise..... |
