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III. Oblivion Ocean: Mirror Stage 7 I don’t know where to start...I don’t know what to think....for some strange reason, I can’t think. This hasn’t happened to me before. What hasn’t happened to you before? The fact that you can’t think? Surely you might become a retard...and you know how bad they are when it comes to thinking. No, I’m not becoming retarded...dumbass. And it’s not as if I can’t think all...because I can still think. It’s just that I can’t think straight. I thought you never had a straight way of thinking? I do actually. It’s just that now, I feel as if my brain is just a huge piece of dead weight...I’m just having a serious problem with getting my shit together. Just when I thought things were going fine... Were they? Yes, things most definitely were...about three weeks ago. Only about two weeks ago, I just felt that things began to falter. I finally got what I wanted...yet things still haven’t seemed to be going right. Hm...I’m guessing the aftermath of you winning the Canadian Championship just hasn’t been going well then? No...I’ve been very disappointed by the way how things have been going. I feel like I’m falling into the same vicious cycle that followed the previous Canadian Champs. “Vicious Cycle”? What “Vicious Cycle”? Well...okay, maybe I exaggerated with that one. But there just seems to be a stitch of bad luck with this title. I don’t want to fully make that assumption, because it could just be me. Which one do you believe in the most? Neither...and I don’t want to believe in either of them. That’s why I’ve been feeling like my brain is just a piece of dead weight, because it’s really not helping me out of this...this...this... ...Predicament? No...there’s nothing too difficult about what I’m going through. Then what could you possibly think it is then? ...I don’t know...to me it just feels like a real minor setback... Minor setback you say? Hm...I see...usually when a champion wins a title, he kicks off his title reign by showcasing why he became the champion in the first week of his reign. Proving it to everyone who might have doubted him before. That’s the problem...I don’t think anyone has ever doubted me on being a good champion. Really? If I can recall, I’m pretty sure the man you defeated for the title wasn’t too happy about his lost....surely he might doubt you as being a good champion. To hell to what he believes...his opine doesn’t mean shit to me...or to anyone else’s for that matter. Fuck him... Wow...sounds like there’s some hostility.... A lot of hostility. But I don’t want to talk about it. It will only piss me off. Okay fine...where were we? People doubting me as being a good champion... Oh yes...yes...yes. Well...I’m pretty sure that not everyone thinks highly of you. Surely there are those who just think you are overrated. So now that you’re in the “big leagues”, everyone will begin to see how well you do with more pressure being thrown onto you. Well so far...I’m fucking up. And I don’t like it...I don’t like not one bit. Did you really expect to kick things into to full gear as the Canadian Champion the next day? Yes...well...no...well... Well what? It’s a little complicated. That wasn’t a complicated question. Well...since I was so beat up from my match the night before...I was in no shape to compete the next night...if that’s to what you were referring to...and yes I was booked to wrestle the night after the Shark Tank match. Did they expect you to wrestle? I guess not...there have been no complaints from anyone... So then you weren’t able to get things moving with your reign as Canadian Champion the next night...literally. Basically... So you’re sulking because you weren’t able to do that? No...it’s what had started to occur for the next two weeks. What happened? I started losing.... So? So? What do you mean so!? Dude...everyone loses from time to time. You lost two matches...big deal. Uh...it’s very big deal. I lost two matches in a row....me! Maximus, lost two matches in a row! Something isn’t right about that! How so? Okay...when I came back in August, I have not lost any matches. And this was before I won the Canadian Championship mind you....Now that I’ve won it, I lose two matches straight. In my opinion that’s just complete bullshit. What...the fact that you just lost two matches in a row? Or the fact the you just started losing when you won the Canadian Championship. It’s the combination of both. I see... No...you don’t see. I shouldn’t have lost those matches at all. I shouldn’t be suffering loses now that I am the Canadian Champ...especially against the people who I went up against...well, some of the people. Okay then...what were so special about these matches that you felt that it was so necessary for you to win? Well the first match was a 6 man Tag Team match, which involved both the Universal Champion and World Champion. The Champs being Kore and James Raven.... Okay...so you got pinned...? No...Kore got pinned, due to James Raven’s lack of commitment to the match. Dude! That lost wasn’t your fault! You were the one that wanted to win more than the both of them, supposedly, they’re the ones that dropped the ball...not you. ...I know that...I just should’ve been the one who should’ve stopped the lost, and won the match for the team. You mean for yourself...the members of your team didn’t give a fuck about you, apparently. So why should you care that they both gained an extra lost on their record? Because their’s now an extra lost on my record too! Don’t you get it? I hate losing! Regardless if it was my fault or not. We shouldn’t have lost that match...and that’s that! You’re so adamant...oh well...the next match? Oh...this one is quite the embarrassment actually...I fucking lost to Reggie Fresh. That is embarrassing...dude, don’t ever tell anyone that shit...ever. I just would like to how was that shit possible? I can’t really point my finger on it...but I guess it was that both my body and mind was into the match....I guess I wasn’t fully focused. I got too cocky to actually take the guy seriously. I felt that there would’ve been no need for me to lose to him...no excuses...I just wasn’t ready. Ready? Against Reggie Fresh? Stop fucking around dude... I’m serious...when I finally came to my senses, I realized that the match was over. And I couldn’t believe it...I don’t think anyone was able to believe it. Reggie fresh getting over on Maximus...that really is a minor setback. Well, there’s only one thing that you can do now. What’s that? Bounce back from those lost’s and win your match at Rage in a Cage. Show everyone that even though you lost to someone as incompetent as Reggie Fresh, that you still are the same unstoppable Maximus that you were before you won the Canadian Title. There can always be a rematch between you and Reggie....and a rematch against those three guys that you lost to in that 6 Man Tag....a minor setback? Yes...but a setback that’s going to define your run as the Canadian Champion? Most definitely not. You won that title for a reason...because you earned it, and you most definitely wanted it more than your opponent. Now that question that you need to ask yourself is do you want to keep it? I most definitely do... Then prove it...don’t let these minor setbacks hold you down completely. Go out to that arena on Sunday and beat the living dogshit out of both Marisol Hawke and Scott Charlotte. Think you can do that without fucking up? Not only will I do it...I’ll take great pride in doing so. Then you’re time swimming in the Oblivion Ocean is up my friend. There will be plenty of time for you to do what you need to do in order to succeed as the champ. You a few people that believe in your abilities do to so...and I’m quite sure that you believe in yourself...right? Why would I be sulking and bitching if I didn’t? True...well now you can stop doing it. You forget that those matches had ever taken place, and you go and retain your title. You worked too hard to just lose it now. Don’t fall under the same trap that your predecessors have done. Trust me...I won’t. Then go into that Cage on Sunday and show everyone why you are the Canadian Champion.... Trust me...I will... With that said, a tall figure can now be seen standing in the dark. As this figure begins to come into the light, the man known as Terry Mortale, XWF superstar Maximus, can be seen walking out of the darkness and into the light. Maximus leaves the location, and begins to wonder about. In the room itself lies an old wooden chair, and standing in front of it, a tall mirror. With the chair just sitting there, staring at it’s own reflection. IV. Mr. Mortale’s Neighborhood Part 1: The Old Days ***Flashback*** July 6th, 19996 11:13 AM Middle Village, Queens, NY It’s a nice beautiful morning in the suburban neighborhood of Middle Village. The sun has just arisen in the nice blue sky, and the wind is calm and breezy. The neighborhood itself seems very quiet, only except that there are people mowing and watering their lawns before they decide to move with their day. But on one particular street, no one is outside, and everything is completely quiet. All the houses that are aligned on this block look very similar to the other. Each house is a two story, adult sized home, with decent manicured lawns placed out in front of him. The streets themselves are very narrow, and all the cars on the street are parked very close together. No one is driving down the street, and no one is driving up either. Everything is completely quiet...until. A large group of teenage boys are seen walking down the street. Each one of them being Caucasian males. All of them are loud and obnoxious, all making as much noise they possibly can. Waking up all the inhabitants on the street that they are walking down on. There are at least eight teenage boys walking down the street, making a huge ruckus, walking to their destination. Each boy’s heights and weights varies as they keep on walking down the street. There is one boy who is short, two who are exceptionally tall, one who is very tall, two who have an average height, one who’s very muscular, and the last one is short and stocky. Every last one of them having short hair cuts. The boys finally make it to where they are going, and they just so happen to stop in front of a two story, one family home. Theirs a green gate placed in front of the house, and it looks worn out, but it’s still sturdy. The short and stocky boy makes it through the gate first and walks up the brick steps in order to knock onto the front door. All the rest of the boys are standing on the steps, while some begin to sit down on top of the steps. The short and stocky kid knocks on the door once again, and then the very tall kid, who’s standing at the bottom of the steps begins talking. Very Tall: Yo man, he probably sleepin... The Very Tall kid has a very strong New York accent, like there’s a mix of Italian in his voice. The Short and Stocky kid retorts. Short and Stocky: Yo, he’s home. The fucking douchebag doesn’t do anything but eat cereal in the morning. The Short and Stocky kid has a strong New York accent as well. Then Very Tall kid continues speaking. Very Tall: Yo, then just knock again, if you say he’s home. The Short and Stocky kid goes ahead and starts banging on the front door of this house. He does so for the next few seconds and no still answers the door. Then the Short and Stocky kid turns around and looks at everyone else. Especially the Very Tall kid. Very Tall: I told he wasn’t up... Short and Stocky: Man shut up...he’s awake. He just doesn’t want to answer. This will do... The Short and Stocky kid then begins to viciously kick the door. Then one of the Tall kids intervenes. Tall # 1: What the fuck are you doing? Terry’s father is going to come out here and kill you. You better stop Richie. The Short and Stocky kid known as Richie retorts. Richie: Shut up Sean! His father isn’t going to do shit. I’ll just tell my cousin to shoot that old bastard! Then all of the sudden the door flings wide open. And there stands a tall man, just as tall as the Tall kid now known as Sean. This tall man has a very mean look on his face, he look’s very pissed off by the fact that his door was being kicked down by this short kid. The Short and Stocky kid known as Richie get’s a frighten look upon his face. The tall man speaks in a very low and very deep voice. ???: What the fuck are you doing boy? Richie: Um...um...um... ???: Um..what? You retarded or something!? I asked you a fucking question! Then the Very Tall kid steps into the conversation. Very Tall: Um...we’re sorry Mr. Mortale. We just want to know if Terry is awake. Mr. Mortale then looks over to the Very Tall kid. Mr. Mortale: What’s your name Sasquatch? Very Tall: Uh...Step...Steph...Stephen sir. Mr. Mortale then talks in calm voice to Stephen. Mr. Mortale: Okay Stephen, I always liked you. Kind and respectable. Just like all of you little punk bitches should be. Now, let me ask you a question boy... Mr. Mortale suddenly grabs Richie and puts him in a very hard rare naked chokehold. Mr. Mortals has lifted Richie from off of the ground, choking him and hurting him tremendously. Richie’s legs are kicking furiously. Then a non-animated expression comes across Mr. Mortale’s face, as the kicking from Richie isn’t even bothering him. Mr. Mortale: Should I snap this little fuckers neck right now, and bury him in my back yard? Or...drag him in house and shoot in the back of his head with my shotgun? You decide you’re friends fate... The Very Tall now known as Stephen, looks in horror, and so are the rest of the six boys. They can’t believe that this grown man is about to kill a teenager right in front of their very own eyes. Stephen: Uh...I don’t....I don’t know sir. Then one of the Tall kids known as Sean intervenes again. Sean: Well...I think that you should snap his neck...that’s always an entertaining thing to see sir. Mr. Mortale then looks over at Sean. Mr. Mortale: You’re a sick fuck and a terrible friend...I like you. Then a sadistic smile comes across Mr. Mortale’s face then all of a sudden a distant voice comes from behind Mr. Mortale. A voice similar to his own, but much younger. ???: How about you let him go or else I’ll snap your neck and bury you instead.... Mr. Mortale then starts chuckling a little bit, and then drops Richie, who falls on his ass. Mr. Mortale then turns around to see his son, Terry Jr. Standing in front of him, wearing a Metallica T-Shirt, and basketball shorts. Teenage Maximus has more of an antagonizing appearance to him. Mr. Mortale: What did you say boy? Maximus: Get in the fucking house...you heard what I said. Maximus then clenches his fist, and Mr. Mortale looks at his son and sees that he is serious. Mr. Mortale: Okay...okay. You got this one. You have a whole army of losers to back you up. They some how grow a pair of balls when you’re around. Mr. Mortale then walks inside of the house and then walks pass Maximus. Maximus then steps outside walks on top of the steps. Maximus then smacks Richie in the back of this head. Richie: OW! What the fuck man!? You just saw that your father was going to choke me out! Then you end up smacking me!? What’s up with you Mortale’s and your violent habits? Maximus: You fucking dumbass. Why did you kick my door like that? You knew that one of us was going to come out here and beat the crap out of you. Stephen: No, but your father, came out and gave me an ultimatum as to how he was going to kill him...you’re father is a fucking psycho. Then the Muscular kid comes from the and starts talking. Muscular: Yea man...fucking psycho. Maximus then takes a good look at him. Maximus: Hey Allen, good to see you. How was San Diego? There’s a little bit of delightfulness coming from Max’s voice Allen: Fucking awesome! Chicks were fucking everywhere. Maximus: That’s cool dude. Darwyn, Eric, King? Maximus then looks over at the normal Short kid known as Eric, and the two Average height kids, Darwyn and King. Darwyn: Yea, I’m cool. Eric: Just relaxing. King: Just being me... They all share smirks, and then Richie get’s up to his feet. Then he looks over at Sean. Richie: Yo man, what the fuck is your problem!? A confused look comes across Richie’s face. Sean: What? Richie: “I think you should snap his neck”? What the fuck! Sean: He wasn’t going to do it. And what happened to “I’ll just tell my cousin to shoot that old bastard”? Fucking pussy... Richie: Fuck you! Richie suddenly leaps from the top of the steps, lands on Sean and begins pounding away on Sean’s face. Allen then runs over to them and pulls Richie off of him. Allen: Relax Richie...we all know that Sean is a piece of shit anyway. Sean then get’s up to his feet, and looks over at Allen. Sean: Fuck you too! Then out of nowhere Allen catches Sean with a right hand straight to his jaw. Sean then begins to hold his jaw in pain. Sean: OW! What the fuck! Fuck all of you guys! I’m out of here....come on Archer! Sean then pushes both King and Darwyn out of the way. Then the second Tall kid, now known as Archer follows Sean out of the yard and into the middle of the street. Now with the more space in by the steps, Darwyn and King advance forward. Maximus just stands on top of the stairs and looks down at all of his old friends. He doesn’t even chuckle at the fact that Sean just got his ass handed to him. Maximus: Sometimes I wonder how we all became friends with that guy...such a fucking asshole. Stephen: I know how...he was the only kid who had all of the game consoles before anyone else had got them. Eric: Yea, free games, free food, his sisters a slut, so you know that meant free pussy. Eric finishes the sentences as if he were smitten. Darwyn then looks over at Eric looking disgusted. Darwyn: Don’t tell me you actually fucked that nasty piece of trash that you call a slut.. Eric looks back over at Darwyn and smiles. Eric: Yea, that shit was good...I just wanted to catch a nut. King: As did I... Everyone then turns around and looks at King now. Everyone has a disgusted look upon there faces and King is the only one who look s confused. King: What? She’s very persuasive. Stephen: You guys are disgusting... Eric: Okay Stephen, at least me and King actually fucked her. And how many years have you been trying? Stephen: Well...I uh...no I never tried to fuck her. Maximus then intervenes into the conversation and then looks at Stephen as if he just said something that was completely retarded. Maximus: Dude...weren’t you the one who would come over to my house, and drag me over to go see that slut? Really dude, you should’ve fucked her before everyone else did. Richie: You fucked her too!? Maximus: No! No..no...I never touched her. You think I want my dick to turn green? Richie starts to laugh out loud for a little bit. Then he starts clutching his throat, as it’s still in pain from the choke hold that he received earlier. Maximus: Plus, I don’t like Italian girls... Then all of a sudden, all of the guys look flabbergasted at Maximus. Darwyn: What....what did you just say? You don’t like Italian chicks? What the fuck is wrong with you? Stephen: Italian chicks are the easiest ones to score with man...you gotta be joking. Maximus: Unfortunately I’m not. King: Uh...why? Maximus: Well just look at Sean’s sister. Just trash man, I mean seriously. No one in their right mind would ever marry that...that...thing! Eric: Who the fuck is talking about marriage? We ain’t looking for no bitch to marry right now. We just wanna go ahead and get some pussy. Know what I’m saying? Can’t be wasting time on “love” and “commitment”. Allen: Is there a problem with that? Eric: Yea...if you want to get your dick screwed off and thrown away in that bitches hands forever. Richie: Yea man, these broads fuck with your head. Wanting you to wine and dine them...to treat them right. It’s all bullshit. Allen: And that’s why you don’t get any pussy right? Everyone suddenly breaks into laughter as Richie sits there and get’s furious. Richie: Man, if you didn’t weigh 3 tons of muscle, I’d fuck you up right now. And if you’re sister didn’t look like you, I’d fuck her myself. Stephen: Yea Allen, your sister’s muscle mass just isn’t attractive. Allen: Man, fuck you guys. Don’t make fun of my sister while she ain’t here. She’ll fuck all of you up. King: Yea, that’s why none of us wants to fuck her. Everyone, except Allen, begins to laugh hysterically. Then Eric turns his full attention to Maximus once again. Eric: So Terry, you rather not fuck an Italian broad, but you rather waste your time with that fucking Commie? Maximus slowly stops his laughter now and then looks over at Eric. Maximus: What I can’t be in a happy relationship with a girl from another culture? Don’t be such a racist man... Eric: Who ever said I was racist? I’m just saying you rather be with annoying Cuban, rather than being with someone from your own culture? Allen: When it comes to love, it doesn’t matter what color your skin is.. Richie: Do you hear this faggot? King: The gayest shit I ever heard of. Maximus suddenly jumps in before everything get’s out of hand. Maximus: Last time I checked, Allen wasn’t gay, and being in love isn’t gay either. And just to let all of you know, Jasmine isn’t annoying. Italian chicks can be just as annoying and nagging as every other woman. I live with one...remember? King: Nah man that’s different. Your sister is fucking hot dude! When can I hit that shit!? Maximus: After me, my brothers, my father, and her boyfriend kills you. Richie: Man, I bet Lisa’s pussy is worth dying for... Then out of nowhere Maximus hits Richie square in the nuts. Richie then falls on the floor, holding onto his crotch. Maximus then looks over at the rest of the guys. Maximus: Anybody else want to talk my sister? The rest of the guys just look at Maximus in shock. Then they all quickly shake their heads. Maximus: Now, back to what I was saying. I love my sexy Cuban girlfriend....anybody has a problem with that? Maximus looks at every last one of them and they all shake their heads. Eric then begins to speak towards Maximus. Eric: Man, I just want to know why someone from a different race, while the ones from your own are just fine. Maximus begins to speak , but then Maximus suddenly notices something from across the street. Maximus: Alright, since you want to know, I’m going to show you a perfect example as to why I rather be with Jasmine rather than anyone else. Just look at what’s coming from across the street. All the guys quickly turn around and they all see a very attractive girl walking across the street. She get’s closer and closer to where the boys are standing, and they all look mor fascinated by here with every step that she takes. The girl finally get’s in front of the gate, and barges right into the yard, pushes pass all of the boys and get’s in front of Maximus’s face. Maximus is standing in front of a very pale girl with long black stain hair. You can’t see her eyes, as she’s wearing sun glasses. She has a very slim body, and has only a little bit of curves to her. Her face is very pretty, and her teeth are straight, and clean. She’s sporting very tight pants, a tube top, and white laced flip flops. The girl is also cracking and popping on a piece of bubble gum. She then pulls the shades down from her eyes, just slightly, and she stares at Maximus. Girl: Ain’t you gonna move? Maximus looks at her in utter disgust Maximus: For what? Girl: I gotta go see yo brotha...where he at? Maximus: Which one? Girl: The one I was wit last night stupid. Then a little look of aggravation comes across the face of Maximus Maximus: Once again...which one? Girl: Anthony stupid... Maximus: Well, he’s sleeping. And I don’t feel like waking him up for any reason right now. Girl: It’s important.... Maximus: If I got a dollar for every time you said that.... Girl: What the fuck is that suppose to mean? Maximus doesn’t even answer her question, Maximus goes on and proceeds to dismiss her. Maximus: You can get the fuck off of my property now. The Girl then spits her bubble gum at Maximus. Maximus dodge’s it, and the gum itself hit’s and sticks to the door behind him. The Girl then begins to storm off, pushing the rest of the guys once again. Maximus then looks at her and laughs. The Girl makes it out of the gate, turns around and then looks back at Maximus. Girl: Just ahead and tell your brotha that I got chlamydia! And maybe his dumbass shouldn’t be going around screwing every hoe in the fucking neighborhood! The Girl then continues to storm off into the streets, and Maximus just looks at her and laughs as she’s walking off. The rest of the guys are just standing there in awe, after what they just witnessed. Richie finally get’s up to his feet. Maximus: Now you see why I don’t date Italian girls? Richie: Terry...you’re a fucking...asshole...you prick.... Maximus: Well next time, you need to watch who you’re talking to. Richie: Fuck...you...Terry... Richie then begins to walk down the stairs, holding his crotch, and he slowly sits down on the steps with his head down. All the rest of the guys start laughing, and then Maximus looks over and see’s two people walking across the street. Both of them are very tall, and both of them are walking like they mean business. Maximus know who’s coming. Maximus then addresses this in a subtle voice. Maximus: Hey guys, guess who’s coming back? Eric: Who..? Maximus: Sean, and his fuck buddy Archer. With this news, all of the boys turn around and look that it is both Sean and Archer who are coming back to Maximus’s house. Richie then picks his head up and to see what’s going on to. Archer and Sean both get close to the house, and they begin to exchange looks with all of the boys in the yard. As both Archer and Sean get closer, the boys begin to see that the both of them have very stern looks on their faces. Sean and Archer then enter the yard once again. Then they both begin to walk slowly to wear Richie is sitting. Richie notices this, and then Richie get’s up himself. Richie: What the fuck do you two want? You two finish fucking each other up the ass or something? Archer then starts laughing at Richie, and then Richie turns his full attention towards Archer. Richie: What!? You wanna do something you piece of shit! I’ll fuck the bo- *WHACK* Suddenly out of nowhere, Archer smacks Richie in the face. Everyone looks down to see that Richie is bleeding. And then everyone looks back up and see that Archer is now holding a .45 ACP semi-automatic pistol. Archer just pistol whipped Richie. Then Archer moves closer and puts the gun to Richie’s face. Eric and Darwyn, suddenly rush Archer and tackle him to the floor. Wrestling with him, so that they can get the gun away from Archer. With Maximus’s full attention on what’s going on, all of a sudden.... *BANG! BANG! BANG!* Three round of shots go off, and both Darwyn and Eric get off of Archer. Eric and Darwyn are not hurt, and neither is Archer. They have successfully take the handgun out of Archer’s grip. Then Maximus turns his head and sees that Allen is laid out on the grass, and huge stains of blood are on his chest. Maximus then see that there are three bullet holes right in the middle of Allen’s chest. Sean can now be seen the distance running away from the scene. The boys then suddenly rush over to consol Allen, while Archer is able to run off. Maximus runs inside of the house to for an ambulance. Then all of a sudden everyone on this particular quiet suburban neighborhood block, come outside and witness what is going on. Maximus comes back outside, with his brother Anthony following him, and begin to consol his soon to be dead friend Allen....what a beautiful day in Mr. Mortale’s Neighborhood. V. Solitarily Confined How come I never get good opponents? Can someone please answer that for me? Ever since I’ve been back, I’ve gotten incompetent opponents who just have the audacity to go ahead and produce lack luster promos...come on man, I think I deserve better than that. Sure I had James raven just a month ago, but that was a fluke. The man wasn’t at his best, even though he still had an excuse for it, but I still saw that James wasn’t able to give me a great match that I wanted from him. Why do I have to be the one who goes ahead and embarrass the losers that just so happens to fill up half of the locker room? I don’t know...really, I just don’t know... Now...why do I feel so down? I have no idea, mainly because I’m being forced to defend my title against two people who absolutely have no right challenging for my title. Surely there is one person who has the ability to give me a decent match, but the second person...well, not so much. That guy would be better off challenging for the Phoenix title. I just like the way how the XWF continues to try to make a mockery of me. First they give Sam Hain...like seriously, they could’ve done better with that one. Then they give me Reggie Fresh and Heavy D, and then Chad. I’m really starting to get bored with all of these losers that just keep getting thrown my way... I know I shouldn’t be the one talking about losers since I was the one who lost to Reggie Fresh this past Monday...and if that lost convinced you in anyway, that Reggie Fresh is better by me, by just a tiny inch, then you are completely retarded. Everyone knows that the match was a fluke win, and there is no way in hell that Reggie is better than me. My mind wasn’t fully into the match, so my body was just carrying me through the match the entire way. Apparently, Reggie wanted to win more than me. So let’s congratulate him folks....okay you guys done now? Alright so fuck Reggie Fresh...I guess that’s something that we all can agree on? Okay cool...just making sure. There will be a rematch between he and I once again. And next I promise that there will be a victory on my end. It’s not as if I wasn’t paying attention to the guy...well with what he was saying. I just somehow manage to hear what people say, when it comes to them challenging for my title...and I’m truly flattered by their ambition. The first person who I know wants a shot is Sam Hain. He can get one anytime he’s ready, because I for a fact I will be willing...willing to kick his ass for a second time. If Sam and I are to meet again, there will be no Boondock Saint, or Centurion, helping him out, so that he will be able to secure a victory. So that will be one easy title defense down the drain. Then there was another challenge that I heard from that of, once again, Reggie Fresh. Impressed that I was to hear it, I wasn’t impressed that it was coming from Reggie. I was only impressed by the fact that someone else wants something that I have.... ...Surprise....surprise... But I wasn’t impressed by the fact that it was Reggie, who was saying that he was “coming after” my title. It’s all good tough. Maybe it would be the rematch that I want from him. With my title on the line, I will be able to showcase how I truly am when I get in the ring with someone who just really isn’t worth my time...but don’t worry it won’t be a repeat of had happened this past Monday. It would be for my title, so what do you guys expect? Anything more or less than what you guys have seen before?....I’ll allow the rest of you to answer that on for yourselves. As the answer should be very easy, and very obvious. Put Reggie in the ring with me again, and you’ll all see what’s going to happen.... It’ll be just as pretty as his fat ass...and that’s a very pretty site...ha! Then there was an indirect challenge to me, even though this person didn’t really come out and say my name, it was still a challenge in my opinion. I just somehow managed to come across a mediocre promo from that of a mediocre wrestler by the name of Shadow Warrior. Like seriously, why mention this loser’s name? I’m just wasting time even thinking of putting his abbreviations together. With what I heard, I think that it’s worth a mention, and it’s worth taking sometime to take a look into. The man said he want’s “his Canadian title back”...or some bullshit like that. All I know is this...it sounds like a challenge to me. What do I do now? Do I laugh, or do I just ignore it? I think I’ll just do both. As it just seems so pathetic to hearing what he had to say, and it makes absolutely no sense whatsoever to hear this man any indirect, or direct if he had ball, challenges towards the Canadian title and it’s champion...that being me. So do you all see where I’m coming from here? Challenges from men who are not even close to being in my league. Yet with those three, it doesn’t stop there...oh no, I have to face two people at Rage in the Cage, before I can even fathom getting in the ring with those two. I’ll once again, be locked inside of a cage. The second time this month, and that’s a record for me. There are two people who have the privilege challenging me for my Canadian title. My first title defense...yet I’m in the slightest bit excited. Just for the mere fact that opponents have no focus on winning the match...well, some focus... The only who I can say has some “focus” is the young, pretty, and voluptuous Marisol Hawke. If I wasn’t married, then I would definitely be trying get me a piece of that sweet ass...but my wife’s ass is much better and much more pleasurable than her’s.. But enough about that, I don’t want to get side tracked by pussy....moving on... Young Marisol managed to win the Women’s title back at Mutiny. Ha-ray for her! Really...I mean those girls that she faced in that match were very tough...well, just Mia. Either way, I wasn’t impressed by this girl’s victory at Mutiny. It’s something that I will most definitely take into consideration, becoming a champion in the XWf isn’t an easy thing to do. There are people who want it more than others...just like how I want to hold onto my title more than she wants to take it away from me...I doubt that she will even come close as to making flinch with those big tits of hers. See really think’s that it takes a huge effort to take out the nobodies here...I’ve been doing it for a while, and it really doesn’t take a lot of effort. Just ask Hawaiian Hardhead..oh wait, you can’t! The douchebag decided to leave the company. Which is great, one less loser that the management has to worry about. But we still have Scott Charlotte...shame. But Marisol, she’s very confident. She has a lot of potential to come into this match and walk out as the Canadian Champ...but too bad that it’s not going to happen. Surely she’s been lucky with the amount of victories that she has gained since she’s been here, but soon enough, everyone’s luck runs out. Just look at me? Two matches in a row...no one’s perfect, and neither is this sweet little young thing who believes that her skills out matches the companies elite class of performers...and yes I am there. Dare to challenge me? No please challenge me...I need a good fight....anyone? No..? Oh well...I guess Marisol will do... Even though I have no clue as to who she is entirely, I do know that she is a very decent performer, but that’s all that I need to know...but apparently, the bitch doesn’t know anything about me. As far as I’m concerned, it’s all fine and dandy, as to how she will know exactly who I am after Sunday comes to pass. Does this girl really thinks that I’m Mia Sanchez? No offense to Mia, she’s...decent, but I am no where near in her league and vice versa. But come on...at least there should be at least a hint of intimidation...well...not intimidation exactly...more like she needs to take precaution. She didn’t even do that...and I’m kind of offended by it...seriously, by now, everyone knows who I am...even though I have a bad rep because for being “boring”. She doesn’t even know that part...which still get’s me offended...just a little bit. But her lack of full attention bothers me. Even through she surely has her mind of the prize, she doesn’t know anything about the main obstacle that stands in front of her...that being me. At least I know who I’m dealing with and what I’m getting myself into...and I just got into her...figuratively speaking. Then there’s the one man in this match who has shown his true inconsistency for the past month or so...yes, the Young Gun known as Scott Charlotte. Regardless of the impression that his partner, Grappling Gary, has on me, Scott has not pulled that same effect onto me. But have I been paying full attention to Scott at all? No...I’ll take full responsibility for not giving a fuck about anyone else, but myself. Now do I commend Jon for booking such a great event that is just filled with opportunities for the younger, and less talented, guys on Impact.? Yes...and no...only because there are some of them who are out there and are not taking full grasp of such a precious opportunity that is being granted to them...Scott being one of those guys. As he’s just sitting in the back, somewhere, jerking off and not getting ready for this event. It just saddens me... But only in the wee slightest bit...wee slightest... As to how guys like James Raven, Krazzy Kidd, Rage, and myself both came from Impact and both worked our ways up to where we are now. If given the same opportunities that these Impact guys are getting now...oh man, I would’ve hate to see Fuzz’s face if he had to face me or James Raven...as we all know that he would really have to fight to keep what he had earned. As to what me and James are at right now...we earned our spots, and we most definitely will be fighting for our spots. Even though James has a bigger handful that what I’m dealing with right now...I’m going to be fighting to the fullest extent of my abilities to keep what I have earned just a mere three weeks ago. So Scott has only proved how much he wants to advance in the ranks as an XWF wrestler....which was a tremendous amount of nothing! Such a disappointment from Scott, and yet I can’t even feel sorry for the little vagabond...as we all don’t know where he will end up going...and it’s all up to me.... Me...me...fucking ME!! Do I want to do that? Of course not. But do I really care? Of course not...It’s Jon’s fault that both Scott and Marisol’s fate are in my hands...during the match and after the match. Such a lovely event isn’t it? But I don’t care, as we all know that my victory will most definitely be secure and my status will remain where it was before this event. And it will only get better as time moves on, and I will be where I most definitely deserve to be. And if you don’t know where that is...I guess we all will just have to wait and see after Rage in the Cage then. But there will be no need for all of you to wait for too long, as it will all come very quickly and promptly. It won’t go away as fast though, as my success will sustained until I decide it is time for it to come to an end. I am mentally aware of my surroundings and I am more than physically fit for what needs to get taken care of. With both of those aspects completely combined...I know that I am Solitarily Confined |
