A Mother's Love
It was a long trip, at least that's what it felt like. He began the day leaving the house he shared with himself, no longer occupied by anybody else since Faith moved out a while back, the house as empty as he felt inside, no longer a warm, cosy and loving home any more, more a shell with no occupation of life. There was a reason why that was the case but he didn't want to dwell on it, knowing deep down that he had to think about that reason to be able to reconcile with it all and give him at least a tiny portion of the peace of mind he wishes for and for the people he felt close to and wanted back in his life to return. It was as if he were in an exile and blocked from contacting the outside world for some reason or other and it was the most uncomfortable feeling in the world. He'd experienced it before of course but this time was even worse than all of those other times.
At least back then he had at least somebody to talk to, someone to confide in about his problems and feelings if he felt so low and wanton that discussing it with someone else he trusted and not bottling it up any longer was necessary for him to do. This time though.......nothing. Just the emptiness, the blankness of a brand new canvas ready to be written on or painted on but without the tools to do so.
Some may think his loneliness was perhaps an exaggeration, fabricated to coerce sympathy from anybody in the vicinity but it wasn't, it was a true feeling, something he despised and didn't want any part of but which was forced upon him. Unlike all those other times he didn't feel able to hide these unwanted emotions deep within and keep the company he did before, such as when he felt this way in 2002 but partied and smoked marijuana with his fellow Tag Team champion, close friend and almost blood brother Violent A and their associate Souless, the trio running around as what some call the Golden Age of the legendary Chaos A.D. group due to the large amount of championships they all won and held in multiple wrestling companies, a lot of the time simultaneously and their sheer dominance over the industry. Back then of course, weed and alcohol were the order of the day with forays into the VIP sections of various clubs and nightspots, carrying every single championship they had with them as jealous people stared seething at their successes or admired the fact these men were so talented and good at what they did.
Back then it didn't matter if he was a little arrogant now and then, it only helped him maintain the facade and hide the emotions welling up inside him, wearing the mask of confidence to disguise the frailty within. Besides, if they didn't act macho constantly they'd joke around and call each other pussies and grab more bottles of beer or vodka or whiskey or whatever else they happened to buy on a whim.
He had no other family to go to, those two were the closest he had since he'd never known his father when he grew up and he hardly spoke to his bandmates while he was busy carrying four or five different championships from different companies at once. His brother Kid Chaos was busy with his own wrestling career as one of the top cruiserweights to come out of Canada, beginning his path towards training more than actively competing. Violent A and Souless had betrayed him and the Chaos A.D. name in April 2004 when they attacked Dazz and Faith after Chaos A.D. had beaten Rebellion in a War Games match so when he felt low during Faith's comatose state later that year after she had a car accident, he couldn't turn to them at all and instead kept himself busy working two wrestling companies at once again, keeping his mind off the fact his then-fiance may not pull through and survive. Luckily she did but again, there was nobody he could turn to for help or guidance.
The time he found out he was a part of the Stylez Dynasty also shocked him but where could he turn to discuss that? How could he get that out of his system and talk about it with somebody who may care and help him through the obvious shock that somebody he'd looked up to when he began his wrestling career and saw this person main eventing in that company, who he met with again years later to team, with and hold Tag Team gold with and then defend a World Heavyweight championship with in a bitter rivalry would suddenly reveal that they shared a father? Nobody else could possibly understand that situation he'd found himself in.
How could anybody understand and talk him through a situation where somebody he wanted to compete against - something that later happened in a main event match - and somebody he teamed with even if it were for a month would turn out to be a half brother? How could they deal with the fact that all that had happened within a short space of time with nobody to turn to? Everything that had gone on since was even more shocking and upsetting, especially the fact that he'd ended up receiving a drunken blowjob from somebody who turned out to be his wife's stepsister. Not only would he have not done that but he would also have not done that with somebody related to his wife especially, the very idea of Faith getting upset and leaving him terrified him. Of course, once she knew - though he didn't know how, he sort of guessed that Kitten herself had boasted in front of her - that was it, Faith took her son and moved out, not contacting Dazz at all, not returning his calls, not wanting anything more to do with him for months after it happened.
It wasn't his fault, he didn't want to do anything like that but it happened and he felt so sorry about it. The only women he wanted touching him in that way were his wife Faith and their shared girlfriend Syd Ashley, nobody else yet now he was stuck with nobody to talk to. He'd already attempted somebody he felt close to in Los Angeles, Faith's sister Kira, herself a former Women's champion who had battled with his wife over the title several years ago, being the woman to end Faith's 9 month reign as Women's champ. He'd stood as the redhead opened the door to him, looked him up and down with a mild disgust written all over her face.
Kira: What do you want?
Dazz: I just wanted to say hi, you know.
Kira: Well I'm not gonna blow you too if that's what you're after.
Dazz: No, no, I don't want that. Listen, I just wanna talk to you, see if maybe you could get Faith to understand that I never wanted what happened to......
Kira: Let me stop you there, I'm not gonna do your dirty work Faith wants nothing to do with you and I'm not going to tell her how great you are, ok? Drunk or not, what happened was wrong and I don't blame her for being pissed off at you, now if you don't mind, I have better things to do.
And with that, she slammed the door and left him standing there wondering what to do next. His only means of getting in touch with his wife was now gone, her sister not wanting to speak to him either. He had nowhere to turn, no one to.......there was one person but it meant.......he had to do this. It was the reason he was currently seated in his car outside a big grey house with small barriers of snow lining up along the roads. He was back in the place he'd grown up for most of his childhood, the home he'd known during his early years in Toronto, staring at the home he hadn't seen since his mid teens when he left to head to San Francisco to become just like those Bay Area thrash bands he'd enjoyed as a kid, the likes of Metallica and Exodus to name just two. Opening the door of his car seemed like a huge step in itself, placing his feet on the cold, solid concrete even moreso. Slamming the door shut, he strided up towards the front door, taking a deep breath to compose himself before pushing the doorbell and waiting. It seemed like an entire lifetime before that door began to move, his eyes glancing in fear as a woman with short grey hair opened the door further and made herself visible, peering at him as he stood nervous about the reaction.
Dazz: Aunt Paula.
Aunt Paula: Dazz? Wow, you look great, I like the shirt, for once you look smart.
He laughed nervously, knowing how true that was. As a child and most of the time at home when he had a break from wrestling or touring with his band as an adult he wore mostly jeans and sleeveless tour t-shirts, this was the first time he'd dressed like he did in promos for wrestling companies since late 2007 in front of family members.
Dazz: Thanks. Is mum in?
Aunt Paula: Oh I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
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Mama she has taught me well
Told me when I was young
Son, your life's an open book
Don't close it 'fore it's done
The brightest flame burns quickest
Is what I heard they say
A son's heart's owned to mother
But I must find my way
Let my heart go
Let your son grow
Mama let your heart go
Or let this heart be still
Rebel my new last name
Wild blood in my veins
Apron strings around my neck
The mark that still remains
Left home at an early age
Of what I heard was wrong
I never asked forgiveness
But what I said is done
Let my heart go
Let your son grow
Mama let your heart go
Or let this heart be still
Never I ask you
But never I gave
But you gave me your emptiness
I now take to my grave
Never I ask you
But never I gave
But you gave me your emptiness
I now take to my grave
So let this heart be still
Mama now I'm coming home
I'm not all you wished of me
But a mother's love for her son
Unspoken, help me be
I took your love for granted
And all the things you said to me
I need your arms to welcome me
But a cold stone's all I see
Let my heart go
Let your son grow
Mama let your heart go
Or let this heart be still
Let my heart go
Let your son grow
Mama let your heart go
Or let this heart be still
Never I ask you
But never I gave
But you gave me your emptiness
I now take to my grave
Never I ask you
But never I gave
But you gave me your emptiness
I now take to my grave
So let this heart be still
Mama Said - Metallica
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We open in what looks like a gym, dirty and basic in its content purely by design and economic reasons, just the usual gym equipment - including free weights, treadmills, rowing machines and more - plus a full sized wrestling ring are the only decorations in this vast expansive room. Near the back of the room are doors, closed with small signs upon them unable to be read from such a distance. Silence pervades this gym from the start until soft gentle sighs break the silence, seeming distant yet still catching the attention. After a gentle pan across the gym we can see a woman from behind, long blonde hair hanging down against her bare back, her slightly tanned skin showing as she kneels completely naked on the floor at the end of a bench while her head obscures what may be between the legs of a second person, who happens to be on their back on the bench with legs hanging over each side and feet planted on the floor. This person isn't performing bench presses though, they happen to be lying also nude with hands running over fully formed breasts, obviously female with sighs emanating from her mouth due to whatever it is the blonde haired woman seems to be doing to her.
The camera moves closer, the sighs louder as we discover that the female on her back is none other than the "Dungeon Brat" herself, Delilah, getting some pre-match workout before her contest against Gasolina with her "sparring partner" - colour commentator Layla Jones - helping as her spot woman, although she may have spotted more than just the amount of times Delilah had lifted weights if indeed she'd even put her hands on the bar to attempt to do so. After taking in the sight of Layla's face against Delilah's most intimate area - hands placed conveniently to ensure nothing is shown apart from Delilah's exposed breasts - the camera moves on, perhaps wishing to capture something a little more exciting. Or perhaps wanting to get on with the task at hand since nobody working for LVW would want to move away from naked ladies unless under pressure to conduct some sort of interview or promo with somebody. Who that somebody is becomes known when a male with long brown hair emerges from a room, shutting a door behind him wrapped in just a white towel around his waist, his perfectly crafted abdominals displayed underneath his fine pectorals. Catching sight of the two women he shook his head before spotting the camera walking towards him, sighing himself.
Dazz: I suppose you need to film something from me before my match. Ok fine but don't make it too long, I need to get dressed and to be honest, I'd rather be somewhere else than having to watch or listen to those two any longer.
He positions himself near a white door with a sign on it stating that behind him is a male changing room, the camera focusing on just his body above the waist.
Dazz: So, Kitten. It's me and you at Wet 'N Wild in a No Disqualification match for the Sex Kitten championship. But there's more at stake than that isn't there? Sure I may not have won the Sex Kitten title yet and I may have wanted the belt before but I never expected I'd have to fight for it in such a personal battle. You may have enjoyed sucking me, you may have enjoyed boasting about it and watching my wife get upset and refuse to talk to me after it happened but I swear, you will pay for this somehow, whether I have to humiliate you in the ring or destroy you. I don't give a shit whether you only just started to train to compete or that I've been in this industry for a decade, if the end result means I'll have my hand held high by the referee, the championship wrapped around my waist and you in your usual position laying on your back looking up at the lights then so be it, I can make it happen if you so wish.
Don't get me wrong though, I'm not gonna talk the usual bullshit about how much better I am than anybody else in LVW like certain others who clearly are so delusional they actually believe their own hype, the fact is my past achievements in this business speak for themselves. Does all of that matter though? Not when the bell signals the start of our battle Kitten. This isn't about who accomplished what in previous companies, this isn't about profesional wrestling or competition, it's all about the fact you even dared to take advantage of my vulnerabilities and sobriety by feeding me drink after drink, distracting me with conversation while you put fresh drinks in front of me until I didn't even realise where I was any more. Then you did the unthinkable and got me into this mess on purpose. Why? I'm not sure. Maybe you wanted to try to make a statement and have your first steps into the world of pro wrestling be memorable and shocking so that LVW would take notice of you quicker than if you just competed without a word like Traci Loveheart. Maybe you felt jealous of your stepsister and tried to get Faith out of the way so that you could have me all to yourself. I'm not sure and I don't think anybody but you knows the reason.
Whatever though, all I give a fuck about is beating you until you beg for mercy, showing you not to mess with me and getting things back on track with Faith. Whether I become Sex Kitten champion or even if I win this match is no concern as long as I can punish you. I don't give a shit if your daddy's some rich little bastard who can buy whatever you want, he ain't gonna buy his way out of this match and he'll have to spend a lot of his fortune on hospital bills for you, including that plastic surgery bill when you need a Nose Job of your own after your face has met the canvas courtesy of the Chaos Factor. Bitch, you're gonna realise how far out of your depth you are come Wet 'N Wild once you come face to face with me. The only thing about you that's gonna be wet is when you're crying in agony and begging me to put you out of your misery, the only thing wild will be how wild and dangerous you find out I can be in this type of match when some pathetic nobody like you fucks things up for me and takes my mind off track, stopping me from staking my claim at the very top of this company again.
A look of abject displeasure and anger spreads across his face as he shoves the camera away from him, slamming the door shut as we see nothing but the white painted surface.
The End
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