One Partnership Ends, Another Begins
The sound of the letters being pushed through the front door startled him and forced him to stand up from the chair he was occupying and go see what he could find. His stride took him across the carpet within seconds, standing at the door and looking down at the small pile of white and brown envelopes forming a sort of paper mountain right there at the foot of the main entrance to his house. He stooped to grasp at them, shuffling through them as he saw bills or letters from family (the family he’d known as he grew up anyway) but one in particular seemed to catch his eye. It had the name of his lawyer’s company in the top corner, which piqued his interest even more. Could this be what he’d been least looking forward to for the past week? There was only one way to find out. Walking away from the front door with letters in hand, he tossed everything but the lawyer’s letter onto a nearby table, empty apart from a remote control for the huge HD television set that seemed to almost take up the majority of the wall at first glance like a cinema screen.
It seemed he had a lot to think about, namely the fact that the very first Livewire had been a success with Segador retaining the Millenium championship against Aerik Walker in an epic match while he himself had fought Jay Williams in the main event for the Global championship, retaining it with a little help from a brand new move he’d created on the spot, the only negative aspect of the night being the trio that formed purely to create some sort of mayhem on Thursday nights. Brittany Lohan seemed like a dangerous woman, overheard talking about how she was mistreated by so-called friends, called names and wronged by people she trusted. What she didn’t seem to understand was that she wasn’t the only person on Livewire to have suffered with those things having been through it all himself over the years. Nevertheless though, she looked like she was the muscle of the group due to her powerlifter size and shape, possibly capable of all kinds of brutality but not really being able to use it to her advantage. If he was honest, despite Brittany being twice her size, possibly bigger, he still didn’t think of her as dangerous when compared to Mayhem’s sadistic and twisted female Ambrosia.
Then of course there was Aaron Dietrich, a German born guy who had yet to feature in a match on television but was said to be impressive, even if those comments mainly came from his own mouth. He was a strange sort, Aaron almost being like a younger version of the Messiah of Metal himself when he was as arrogant and full of confidence in his own abilities back in the day, only difference being that Dietrich could slip into speaking his native tongue while in conversation. He’d made one hell of an impact by gunning straight for the top guys on Livewire, that’s for sure and what better way to get yourself seen and heard but he couldn’t help thinking that Aaron was in way over his head and didn’t seem to have any kind of inkling what he was letting himself in for. He may be a good athletic wrestler but to find himself in the belly of the beast standing opposite someone hungry for his own spotlight in Jay Williams and against arguably one of the most successful in professional wrestling as the current Global champion?
Finally, there was Skye Estado. He knew Skye well having been her boss during his own company’s later years, watching as her sheer arrogance and penchant for ordering people around followed her all around the locker room and out into the ring. She was the epitome of both a spoilt little rich brat and a fiery Latina and while he knew the latter type of person extremely well due to him dating another who looked very similar to Skye, knew the arrogance of this then-girlfriend Karla Kotero, the difference between the two was that Karla was a party animal and always managed to find the hottest club to spend the night in and loved smoking pot and drinking while Skye was more likely to call up her father and have him buy her whatever she wanted or order people around because that’s how she was raised. Skye had no concept of work since she had the comfortable, cotton wool like existence with a constant supply of money and that was evident when she’d throw hissy fits whenever she was unlucky in wrenching the Women’s title away from women like Faith or even Syd Ashley. Now, here she was as part of this group wanting to rule over Livewire but there was one question that he couldn’t help thinking about.
Why were they a group? What would they get out of this unit? How would they feel when they all wanted to try and take the Global title away from Dazz because honestly speaking, anyone who enters the pro wrestling business is there to be the absolute best and that means holding the main belt, if they didn’t then they shouldn’t be in the business. Plus with the ego in that group, there’d surely be some fighting amongst themselves over who gets to try and challenge for the Global title. The main question regarding the group that almost everyone was asking was that they’d mentioned a fourth member but who was it? There were rumours racing around with questions on who could be that mystery member pulling the strings, wanting to try and take out the top stars of Livewire and replace them with Dietrich, Lohan and Estado while also wanting to strike a nerve with the Jones family. Unless of course, it was a ruse and somehow Angelica really was behind it all, especially since her sister had upset her by wanting to be moved to Mayhem plus her main star being the guy that defeated her for the World Heavyweight title and put her into retirement at Nightmare Before Christmas. It made complete sense but then again, maybe there was no fourth member and it was used as a weapon to create some paranoia amongst the Livewire roster?
Speaking of paranoia, he could feel it building deep inside him, that kind of adrenaline rush that brought not excitement and an abundance of energy but with a fear and restlessness that he resented, couldn’t wait to be rid of but with no idea how to run away from it. It was the same deep-seated fear he felt that had delayed him opening that letter, knowing full well what might be inside and not wanting to focus his attention on it. If only he could somehow tear open that letter and see something that would have him feeling slightly happier than he was at the moment, happier than he’d been over the past fortnight. He looked down, staring at that white envelope as if trying to see through the barrier and read whatever the letter had to say so that he could know what was inside and then throw it away without opening it, claim he never received this letter and put it off for even longer. Unfortunately, his eyes didn’t work like that, he didn’t have X-ray vision and the only thing he could do was just get this over with and cast it aside when he was finished. Taking a deep sigh to steady his nerve, his fingers ripped and tore at the envelope, tossing the paper container onto the table top and unfolding the letter within to glance at the words upon it.
It was as he feared, those words haunting him as he gazed upon them. The lawyer had contacted him via letter to officially declare that the divorce was finalised, that after almost 2 years, he and Faith would be separated again only this time, there’d be no easy split, no walking away and being done with it because they both had memories and artefacts as constant reminders of it, such as photos from their quick wedding in Las Vegas, their marriage certificate. It seemed quite funny, they’d split before and spent over a year apart, during that time he found out he was part of the Stylez Dynasty and had met Karla, dating her for a while and trying to balance his band with his wrestling and with the partying and sex he’d have in vast quantities with Karla, sharing beer and champagne and wine and cocktails and pot and cocaine and speed. Boy did he love speed, if anyone knew he was a meth addict they’d have looked down on him since it’s a dirty drug and no one wants to associate with it but he needed it badly, needing that fix to be able to stay awake long enough to do all the things he and Karla did for the length of their relationship.
Luckily he’d kicked that habit when he was finally able to get Karla out of his life, knowing full well that he was on a path of destruction and struggling to go cold turkey before finally contacting Faith and the two of them getting back together, getting married quite soon after and being happy together since. Or so he thought. They argued constantly, over the smallest things that would somehow be overblown into World War 3, like who would be the last to switch off the television at night. There was a part of him that felt Faith maybe resented his success, hated the fact that he was respected by all but the smallest of minorities, seen as one of the best of all time and having the credentials and accomplishments to back it up while she was somebody seen as extremely irritating and annoying, spending more time complaining that she wasn’t good enough to become a champion or win a match than actually working to do such a thing. He even brought that up at one point and received nothing but abuse and anger at the thought he’d even dare say she didn’t work as hard as she did back in the days when she would battle Justice and exchange titles between them or when she’d defend the World title against such top stars as Christian Connolly or when she held the Women’s title for 9 or 10 months against women that wanted to be the one to topple the Vicious Vixen from the top of the mountain.
Heck, she’d even been placed in top matches in MCW, getting a World title shot in the company’s beginnings during mid 2007 or her return in 2009 seeing her involvement in the Charged Chamber where the winner would become the number one contender to Rayne Young’s World title. Despite that though, she put in a lacklustre performance and was eliminated early from that match and then disappeared for months, claiming she wanted to come back but not formulating a return plan or training as hard as he did when he decided that rather than continue with the retirement he put himself in after the debacle of NLCW’s mistreatment of his abilities, he’d try his luck in MCW and see if he could go out with some glory rather than dropping three championships and still feeling unhappy despite the fact no one in that company had done that kind of thing before and no one had managed it since. For a month he’d spent a lot of time in a gym and inside a ring getting in shape physically and mentally to prepare for his big return to wrestling. He figured that was just a reason they weren’t very compatible deep down because while he was focused on wanting to be the best and doing his utmost to prove himself to the fans and the rest of the company, she didn’t seem to share that desire to be the best.
That was the big difference between them and now, at last they found something they could share and have in common. It was just a shame that it was divorce but there was nothing he could do, it was done and finished and over and there was the bleak and desperate future to look forward to. Not the kind of thing a Global champion who had to be the leader of Livewire and fight off a threat to the brand should be dealing with, not something that could get in the way of his emotions and interfere with his work, especially with the prospect of three people targeting him as someone to eradicate from the show with one of them being the very female that tried to split up his marriage by flirting and trying to get between himself and his now ex-wife. Surely once news got out that the divorce had happened, Skye would be excited and pleased, using it as her chance to target him even more, using his emotions against him and possibly trying to sleep with him since that’s something she’d tried and hinted at for years without success. Maybe she’d succeed this time? He wasn’t sure, all he knew at this very moment was that his head was a mess of jumbled thoughts and feelings, a lot of which he didn’t wish to be experiencing right now and the last thing on his mind was the kind of game Skye would want to play with his mind and his heart.
Throwing the letter onto the table, he released yet another sigh, sitting down on the couch nearby and putting his head in his hands, his long hair tied back so it didn’t fall into his face while he took a few moments of silence to contemplate just what all of this meant. He’d felt loneliness before but now it really hit him, knowing that he wouldn’t come home and see Faith sitting there ready with her first complaint of the day or her son RJ looking to him as a father figure. He wouldn’t have the conversations he’d enjoyed with Faith’s sister Kira for a number of years where she’d tease about being the one to end Faith’s long Women’s title reign and joke about things. One thing he did look forward to was not having to deal with Faith’s stepsister Kitten, she seemed like another spoiled rich kid and something about her just didn’t seem right about her although he couldn’t quite place it. It would be awkward now considering the divorce and the fact that Faith had requested a move to Livewire just to be closer to him only a few weeks ago. Part of him wanted to move back to Mayhem, back to being a part of the show he’d competed on for 5 months, where he’d proven himself as one of the best of all time against others that could be considered greats but then again, he felt that sense of duty he always had when he was placed in a role, in a position of power by management.
They put all their faith and trust in him to lead Livewire as their main man, as their Global champion and as always whenever he had a major championship, that desire to prove his worth and lead the way as the guiding light of the brand or company. That was something that was instilled in him from the earliest part of his career, the need to take a company into the next era and be respectful of that duty at all times because being a bad champion and doing things that would reflect badly on the company would only hurt your own career and reputation. That was a major reason he stopped trying to cause the anarchy and chaos he was used to doing in his younger days by taking over production trucks and disrupting live television shows and bringing disgrace to the wrestling world. He’d done a lot of growing up since then and his immaturity and unwillingness to uphold the traditions of professional wrestling had all but disappeared and were replaced by his desire to still be the best and still earn as many championships as were available to him but only do so in the spirit of competition and giving fans the entertainment they deserve and giving the company the viewing figures and revenue they desired to keep going.
Unlike others who had chased titles and allowed themselves to go after awards for the sake of boosting their own ego and adding meaningless extras to their own resume, he had that long held need to do it for the good of everybody else while also wanting to continue his impressive run of holding top awards and titles. He snapped himself out of this slight trance, knowing he was repeating his thoughts over and over again and having that need to snap out of it. There was nothing else to think about though, it was either his glory as a champion that could be relied on to get the job done, his leadership skills to take a company or a brand forwards safe in the knowledge he would always be there putting on the absolute best matches he could or the fact he’d recently divorced a woman who spent a good portion of his life with enjoying happy moments as well as the utter madness of their petty squabbles over things he didn’t even know what they were fighting over, all he knew was that she was always looking to pick a fight and started them for seemingly no reason other than to enjoy fighting.
How the hell could he lead Livewire and the team of himself, Jay Williams and the Millenium champion Segador to victory against Aaron Dietrich, Skye Estado and Brittany Lohan on Livewire with the added stipulation that the winning team would get to book an edition of Livewire if he was running the gamut of negativity and emotions he didn’t wish to be a part of? He had to try and find a better way of coping with this but he couldn’t think what he could do to take his mind off it all. There was one way, the same thing that had caused this divorce in the first place but he didn’t want to, didn’t wish to find himself there again. He’d become lost and wandered the streets that place had taken him to and after seeing the darkness in store for him last time, he’d do anything to keep from revisiting that place ever again. He knew he had to leave that place far behind and consign it to history but that dominant thought that popped into his head from time to time wouldn’t let it go, always held onto that notion that visiting that place again would benefit him and help him in this time of need. His heart was saying one thing and his head was telling him that his heart was stupid and didn’t know any better and that just going there again would put all of this behind him and help him move on from the fact he’d received these papers from his lawyer.
He was in two minds whether to do it, take off and leave this place for just a few hours in that place he’d enjoyed. Man, he really enjoyed that place when it was a good time to visit, the only downside was whenever he took the trip at a bad time and the whole experience seemed to be soured and full of sorrow and hate and regret. Should he really risk it so close to the day of reckoning, the show that would determine whether this transatlantic triumvirate of people with differing ethnic roots would be successful over those supposedly the saviours of Livewire or whether they would utterly fail in the face of a trio who respected each other and wished for their show to be unspoiled by the likes of these people who didn’t understand the meaning of respect and honour? What was it Brittany had said, people don’t tune into a wrestling show to see respect, they watch to see two people rip each other apart? Really? Was she so out of tune with the needs of the professional wrestling world and its fans that she couldn’t see that the best matches are between people who respect each other, mutually agreeing upon each of their talents and putting on a show like no other rather than trying to tear each other limb from limb and creating a clusterfuck of a match that made no sense and had no meaning?
That was the kind of thinking that would lead to their downfall and he, Jay and Segador had to prove that to them. He had no doubt in his mind that they would do so but he had to try and get his head in the game somehow. The thing was, he didn’t quite know how, not at the moment anyway. He needed time to think, to consider his options and see if a way would present itself or if he had to force himself to partake in an activity to take all his mind off these things and be able to concentrate fully on the match he was scheduled to compete in. Was it coincidence that at the very time he was needed most to defend the show he represented as its leader, something would happen to throw him off his game and knock things out of whack so that he couldn’t concentrate fully on the task at hand? Maybe fate was dealing him a dud hand, something guaranteed to make him lose as some weird sort of method of giving him a life lesson or making him think about his situation and do something about it. Still though, that place he kept trying to push out of his head but was still clutched tightly by a tiny part of him seemed all the more tempting the longer he spent trying to decide what to do. Before he could spend any more time wondering what to do, he’d made up his mind. He’d go there, visit that place again despite the fact Faith had asked him not to go there and his need to make a journey there to forget the negativity in his heart had caused even more to form through this divorce.
He stood up quickly, rising to his feet like a great whale leaping out of the ocean but instead of crashing back down onto the seat, he instead used his fingertips to catch the edge of the table and tip it over, watching as it rolled and threw the letters to the ground of its own accord, its wooden legs jutting out like an animal lying down in its death throes on its side. An anger filled up inside him and boiled over, making him lash out at the underside of that table with his foot, connecting hard and hearing the dull thud and echo as his boot met the wood and he walked away from the chair he’d occupied throughout his thoughts since reading the contents of that letter that he didn’t wish to read and regretted looking at the moment he’d scanned the words printed on it. Without another word, he left the living room and thundered up the stairs as if in a hurry. He’d definitely go and visit that place again and he seemed almost in a rush to do so, wanting to get away from it all quickly before everything dragged him down further. Livewire and everything that would happen on it and especially that main event match he had were the last things on his mind right now.
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Pick me up
Been bleeding too long
Right here, right now
I'll stop it some how
I will make it go away
Can't be here no more
Seems this is the only way
I will soon be gone
These feelings will be gone
These feelings will be gone
Now I see the times they change
Leaving doesn't seems so strange
I am hoping I can find
Where to leave my hurt behind
All this shit I seem to take
All alone I seem to break
I have lived the best I can
Does this make me not a man?
Shut me off
I am ready,
Heart stops
I stand alone
Can't be on my own
I will make it go away
Can't be here no more
Seems this is the only way
I will soon be gone
These feelings will be gone
These feelings will be gone
Now I see the times they change
Leaving doesn't seems so strange
I am hoping I can find
Where to leave my hurt behind
All this shit I seem to take
All alone I seem to break
I have lived the best I can
Does this make me not a man?
Am I going to leave this place?
What is it I'm running from?
Is there nothing more to come? (am I Gunna leave this place?)
Is it always black in space?
Am I going to take it's place?
Am I going to leave this race? (Am I going to leave this race?)
I guess god's up in this place?
What is it that I've become?
Is there something more to come? (more to come)
Now I see the times they change
Leaving doesn't seems so strange
I am hoping I can find
Where to leave my hurt behind
All this shit I seem to take
All alone I seem to break
I have lived the best I can
Does this make me not a man?
Alone I Break - Korn
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The screen opens with a shot of Dazz seated in a dark armchair wearing a white t-shirt that’s tightly fitted to his muscular yet athletic torso and his hair hanging down onto his shoulders, a pair of sunglasses covering his eyes as he quickly bursts into his trademark style of promo work, his skin looking oddly pale and dark circles visible under his eyes even despite the sunglasses covering them as if he hadn’t slept in days.
Dazz: So here we are, another week, another group of misfits trying to run roughshod all over a show. How many times have I seen this one? Hell I was one of the originals, one of the first to really create chaos and anarchy with my own group and then others came along years later following my lead, copying my style exactly and claiming it was their own idea. First there was Anarchy Inc, a sort of unofficial Chaos A.D. that tried to do things the way I did them in the early days but with a guy at the front who was more content with sitting in the background, watching his followers charge head first into battle, get defeated by the home guard and then only come out of hiding when it suited him and he had the feeling that he might not get hurt. Guess what? One War Games match later, the guy comes running out of his headquarters thinking he’d sneak a victory as he usually did but had to stand in shock as his little faction got destroyed around him. He wasn’t seen again, at least until the chance to walk straight into a World title match came along without working towards earning the spot.
Then along comes another group, Projekt Mayhem, again copying the Chaos A.D. formula and pretending they came up with it first only this time, they wore masks and went under code names. No wait, Chaos A.D. did that to get around a ban on competing in the tag team division. Oops. Funny thing about that? I was part of that group and hated every minute, that’s pretty much why you never saw the person code named Zodiac as much as you saw the others, because I just never enjoyed the experience once it began, especially when that lame “break the code” BS began. Break the code? More like break this feeling of boredom I’m feeling. Hell, Divinity or whatever they call themselves over on Mayhem, you know the ones, Saul, Ambrosia and Vitriol, at least they seem to actually use the Chaos A.D. formula and not seem utterly pathetic and boring so I have to give some credit there. In fact, I actually find those guys entertaining in their own weird little way but this brings me to another group that just recently showed up on the debut edition of Livewire.
That’s right, I’m talking about the group with no name, the trio that includes an American, a Mexican and a German. Brittany Lohan, Skye Estado and Aaron Dietrich. Now I don’t know what ideas they have but they’re obviously above their stations because first of all, they attack Kayla Jones on her way out of the building after having her first and only match on Livewire before heading off to Mayhem. Now, Kayla is the Livewire General Manager’s younger sister and the fact you jumped Angelica’s sibling and former tag partner? Not exactly the smartest idea is it? Sure it’d make an impact and let everyone know you’ve arrived and are here to stay but at the expensive of somebody who is pretty much related to your boss? In your debut appearance? Pretty dumb. But that’s not all is it because then, THEN you think it’d be a great idea to do the same to two of Livewire’s biggest names, including the guy leading the way as Global champion. That’d be Jay Williams and myself in case you didn’t know who I was talking about.
Now, ok, the three of you want to try and attack us, that’s fine, it’s happened before and as long as you didn’t do it during the match I’m happy because there was a great match happening and I won’t be as pissed off. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not too happy or pleased I got attacked but at least now I know who won the match and I can focus on trying to defeat the three of you like I did with my tag partner for this match Jay last time. Which is exactly what we’ll do when we get to face the three of you this Livewire because lets face it, as much talent as the three of you might possess, you’re coming up against the Global champion, the Millenium champion and the guy that took me to the limit in the main event recently. To anybody else that’ll be a tall order but two who are just debuting and another who hasn’t found her way yet in MCW? Even more of an uphill struggle I’m afraid.
It’s like this. Brittany, I don’t know what the hell happened in your life to have you snap and feel like everyone’s out to get you but just looking at you is scary because seriously, you might have more muscle than I do. That’s not a knock or an insult, hell I’ve seen, faced and welcomed as members of a group women who are packed full of solid muscle and are a lot bigger than you so you’re not exactly gonna be called a freak or hear those words from my mouth. In fact, now I’m officially divorced I have no fear of saying that you are an attractive woman Brittany, it’s just you use your fragile and tormented mind to “get back” at the people who gave you hell by attacking people who are pretty much superior to you as far as in ring experience and the MCW ladder of success. Could you beat any one of us alone? Perhaps but given that this is a tag situation where we can go in and out of the ring and give ourselves time to take a breather and we have tag partners willing and ready to make the save and stop us being defeated, I honestly doubt it. Both our teams have inexperience as a unit but while you and Aaron are untested in MCW and Skye hasn’t managed a win yet, you also haven’t really done anything as a team other than sneak attacks.
Us on the other hand, your opponents, we continue to uphold the traditions and respect and honour that MCW stands for, we have tag team experience in a variety of ways. Segador? He was part of a short lived yet undefeated tag team with Barney Green and earned a shot at the Tag Team titles but walked away and allowed someone else to take his place so that he could grab the briefcase granting a World title shot that Kirsta Lewis left behind when she took a walk from the company. He’s also the first and current Millenium champion and other than a DQ loss to me after cashing in his title shot at Nightmare Before Christmas after Saul got involved, I don’t remember him suffering defeat just yet. Jay Williams? One half of Southern Blood, former MCW Tag Team champs and a guy who went through as many tag partners as Liz Taylor had marriages. Me? My tag team experience is legendary and I was even thrown into a 3 person team at Deadly Conflicts when I had to tag with Kayla Jones and Axl Evermore when we defeated the Hostile Takeover team of Nick Cagero, Lilith Evans and Denile Partis.
Here’s what I didn’t understand about your comments regarding this match though. You say that no one cares about two people who respect each other going face to face inside the ring, they don’t care unless those athletes despise each other and to want murder each other between the ropes. Now that is naivety on your part because honestly, it can and has happened where fans get involved emotionally, investing themselves in a match where two people have a mutual respect. I’ve been involved in those kinds of matches many times over the years, Segador probably has, Jay has and so have many others. It’s all a matter of who you’re up against because……well, let me put it this way. As an example, I’m gonna use three matches I had other than the Global title match against Jay. My tag team partner Alex, we always were called the best tag team in years, possibly in the whole industry depending on who you speak to and yet Christian Cage and Dark Rayne were dominating teams as Talent Inc throughout 2005 just like Chaos A.D. did between 2002 and 2004. So, with Anthony Wallace watching during the final CWF show in April 2007 before it became MCW, we had that dream match happen, Chaos A.D. versus Talent Inc to find out which was the better team.
Likewise, myself and Rayne Young had two matches where there was something on the line but the mutual respect for each other and our talents overwhelmed everything. First we battled in the finals of the first ever Whitecloud Memorial Tournament during the first Dedication event in 2008, the winner granted a World title shot whenever they wished but since Rayne was involved backstage and I was the General Manager, we fought mostly in honour of Whitecloud and when I won, I did what we agreed to do whichever of us won it. I handed the shot over to Doctor Ian and he went on to hold the World title. Likewise, All Hallow’s Annihilation last October, I got to challenge him for the World title but mainly, we respected each other and decided that since he was about to retire anyway – little did we know at the time that he was keeping his struggle with cancer a secret – we fought as a way of honouring Whitecloud again with an excellent World title match that fans loved.
So you see Brittany, respect gets you a lot of things in this business. It gets you ahead career wise, it gets you a bunch of dedicated fans willing to cheer you on and back you up no matter what and whoever you’re against and it gives you the satisfaction that you and your opponent aren’t likely to injure one another in the ring. I battled people that I didn’t respect and who didn’t respect me and the bitterness, hatred and pure malice we felt for each other showed and fans didn’t even give the contest a second thought after it was all said and done and the smoke had cleared, they just saw it as two people trying to hurt each other and not willing to provide an exciting match they would remember forever. This is where you have to learn Brittany, no matter what happened to you before you stepped into a wrestling ring, now you’re an athlete and a member of MCW’s paid roster of competitors you have to learn that spending your life filled with hate for people you’re booked against whether you know them or not, whether they’ve wronged you somehow or not, it’s just gonna lead to trouble when you injure someone and find yourself shocked and upset about it. Trust me, it happens. How do I know? Ask one of my former friends Reaper, we had a falling out in mid 2002 and we battled back and forth, ended up hitting him with a powerbomb through a table from atop a ladder I’d set up inside the ring, he ended up in a coma and unable to walk while I’ve felt regret about it ever since.
Same for you Aaron, German born, American raised. How nice. Guttentag Aaron. You do realise how easy it would be to throw out some German clichés, name a few insults about Panzer tanks or the Nazi Party and so much more but I’m gonna restrain myself and allow someone else to walk into that minefield. Instead, I’m gonna let you know that being new around these parts and already you’re claiming yourself as the Prince of MCW? I honestly find it hard to listen to anyone in a wrestling company call themselves The Prince of anything because when they do I start picturing them wearing purple and singing in falsetto about a Cadillac and Alphabet Street or something, changing their name to a squiggle, that sort of thing. Unless you’re a member of a Royal Family but I doubt that, someone with your arrogance would’ve already mentioned it about fifteen times by now. I did like what you did there, you know, last Livewire? Strolling in and joining up with your team mates for sneak attacks and little jibes about how the three of you are gonna be taking over soon? Oh sorry, there are four of you aren’t there but you won’t say who it is, correct? Keeping us all in suspense so we can all sit discussing who might be the fourth man or woman pulling the strings, acting like Gepetto to your Pinocchio.
I honestly don’t care who it is, it could be Richard Fairplay, Dante, Oprah Winfrey, the Stay Puft Marshmellow Man, whoever it is just bring it on and I’ll be more than willing to stand on the opposite side of the ring and defend the honour of this show. I’d give Fairplay a ska of his own, send Dante to his own inferno, throw the Book of the Month at Oprah or I’d cross the streams, as long as I get to find out who this mystery fourth member is and defeat him or her to send a message to the three of you that I and the rest of the Livewire locker room won’t tolerate people like you waltzing in – yeah, I know, the waltz is Austrian but that aside – like you all own the place despite two of you only just signing on the dotted line to work here. Or maybe…..maybe I’m wrong? Maybe there ISN’T a fourth member and it’s all a ruse to throw people off, have everyone wondering who it could be while the three of you are giggling away like schoolgirls at how the whole company’s fallen for it, that way it’d allow you to achieve whatever goal it is you have or come close to doing so while we’re all distracted trying to guess and second guess?
Hmm, the plot thickens. Like I said though, I don’t mind if you do have a fourth member or who the hell it could be as long as I get to help Jay and Segador show the three of you that Livewire will NOT just lay down and roll over for anybody. This is a company built on respect and competition and not people walking in and grabbing whatever they wished to have on a whim like other companies did. This match has major implications because whichever team wins gets to book Livewire after the Dedication event and I have my ideas, as do Jay and Segador and I can guarantee you this. We won’t be granting each other easy matches or instant title shots so don’t think you’ll get to win the match and book Brittany to challenge me for the Global title or use it as an excuse to invade Poland for a second time. Oh, I’m sorry, I promised I wouldn’t fall into that German insult trap, my bad. You can roll into Detroit in a tank, march in surrounded by stormtroopers as your personal armed guard or ride in on valkyries, it doesn’t matter, I just want you to be there this Thursday ready to give me everything you have because if you don’t, you’ll find yourself with your first official match ending in a loss to the three biggest stars and most talented athletes as stated by the Livewire fans who sat cheering us on just a few short weeks ago.
And then there’s Skye. Sweet, sweet Skye. Got yourself involved in a group because you couldn’t stand the fact you were losing in MCW? Did your fragile ego get a nasty bump? Face it, years ago when you worked in CWF and tried to capture the Women’s title, you failed. Every time. Faith beat you, Kira beat you, Syd Ashley beat you, Lexi beat you, hell, was there anyone who DIDN’T win a match against you? So then you got yourself a female bodybuilder called Syn and had her back you up while you continued to lose matches. Now suddenly, here you are in MCW and it’s back to your old ways. Losing a tag team match when you were paired up with Vitriol when Segador and his partner for the contest got the win. Losing a ladder match to determine the new holder of the briefcase Kirsta Lewis won at last year’s Dedication event before she left. Losing to Nick Cagero in your “big” return to the company at Nightmare Before Christmas. Hell, you even lost at the last Livewire against Kayla Jones. Maybe that’s why you got your friends to attack her as she was leaving to head off home for the night, you and your jealousy that she pinned you?
Lets face it Skye, the only reason I can find for you even being part of this team is because you know they have potential to at least challenge Segador for the Millenium title and you wanna be a part of that so you can ride their coat tails to glory and use your association with them to get yourself over as a great and talented woman because honestly, asking daddy to pay for you to become a successful and talented wrestler with various championships and accolades to your name just hasn’t worked yet has it. Your stunts trying to get Faith to believe we were having an affair, now that was a work of genius, just too bad she knows you as well as I do and figured out it was all a fraud to try and get your name out there as being associated with me. Again, leeching off the success of others. That’s always been your method of getting ahead and it will always remain the same with you. Spoiled little rich kid calling her daddy, demanding her own way all the time and rubbing it in people’s faces that she gets to go places and buy expensive gifts for herself when no one really gives a damn Skye. I’ve been to a lot more places than you and I’ve had prizes far more rewarding, such as the global championship I wear to the ring every time I go out there surrounded by the thousands of fans who pack arenas just to see some great wrestling.
You really think you’re gonna get anywhere with the attitude you’ve always had? I doubt it. Look in the damn mirror and see for yourself that no matter what you say or do, nothing will just fall into your lap, it has to be earned through hard work, through effort and through talent, three things that are clearly new and alien and unheard of to you. Oh and guess what? Copernicus called, the Earth doesn’t revolve around you. Weird hearing that I know but it’s true so for once in your life, get off your ass, stop relying on handouts from your rich parents and actually work to win a damn championship so we can all be saved from the thought of hearing your voice screeching and complaining about how you’re demanding to speak to Angelica about you deserving a title shot you haven’t earned.
He’s distracted by the cameraman, staring away from the lens to look slightly to the left of the screen at the person holding the camera, his face suddenly changing and showing signs of anger despite his sunglasses still adorning his face.
Dazz: What the fuck’s your problem?
”I don’t have a problem.”
The shocking and very unusual outburst from the Messiah of Metal prompts the camera to quiver slightly as the person operating it shakes in mild fear, the serious tone of the Global champion enabling him to try not to further anger him despite the fact Dazz got angry without warning or reason. The harsh facial expression and words weren’t enough though, Dazz throwing his right arm out past the sight of the camera at speed then pulling it back to his side before looking at the object still filming, scrutinising it intensely for a few moments and then reaching forwards to grab it, static filling the screen.
The End
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