When its time to feel the void
My whole life has been destroyed
And everyone around me says my time is running out
I refuse to surrender
I refuse to surrender

 

No More Bull-shit …

11.58 AM

It was the same deal. Loss here, loss there … Losses everywhere. The man who was the 'Speeding Bullet' hasn't punctured a hole through anyone as of late. The days until Breakdown was coming quick and fast. As the scene had taken place, all you could witness was empty beer and liquor bottles … scattered all over the place. Papers, television, dresser … everything was a complete wreck.

All of a sudden, … the infamous knock was heard against the door of the hotel room. Martinez made short movement, that led to a bit of rolling around. Harder knocks began to rattle the door. Martinez had now awaken. Still with the hard knocks at the door, Martinez wiped his eyes, still dazed.

"Alright, Alright … Give me a minute, dammit'!" he said with a rough, hard voice …

Wiping his eyes fully, his eyes had quickly widened … seeing the havoc that was scattered around the room.

"HOLY FUCK! What in the HELL?"

Sliding out of the offset mattress on the bed, Martinez stood up before quickly holding his head. A tornado-like cycle was forming in his head. The after effect, … the complete hangover. Looking around with a crazy stare … all Martinez could do was look. A side that was never really seen from him. Out of all what was going on, the banging on the door did not halt.

"What in the hell have I fucking done?"

Picking up some stuff could not solve the unbelievable situation he was in. A five-star hotel … with one of it's room being a complete 'wreck'. Trying to straighten up some part before the door-knocker became 'tired' … Martinez just gave up and decided to see who this person was. After looking through the peephole … a blank expression was left.

"Open up Mr. Martinez … Or I'm Coming In!" said the maid/room lady.

Yeah, get ready for a heart-attack, He was sure by the time he had opened this door and she see's what the hell went through this room, she would become like a curled up snail on the floor.

Going to open the door, he took a deep breath, seemingly as if he was about to go under water. Opening it up, the maid stood there with her cart that held her cleaning supplies, such as the duster, spray, cloth, and other supplies.

"What took you so long? I'm on schedule … room cleaning time, Sir' …" she said with a happy-dandy voice, as Martinez blocked from her seeing the inside of the room.

"Yeah, Sorry … Had a bad night …" Martinez ended, running his fingers through his un-brushed hair.

She was ready to come in, as scared look grew upon his face. She pushed him slightly, trying to get through. That cart, puncturing his rib cage, trying to force it's way in.

"Alright Mr. Martinez .. I see you got games. I really have to clean up now … don't worry I'll be ---"

As she finally got through, her eyes widened as she stopped in her sentence. She hit the floor with a gasp and a thump. All Martinez could do was look down at her, before shaking her to wake back up. She layed there, motionless.

"Oops …"  was all he could mumble out, as he quickly grabbed his windbreaker jacket and black skull cap.

Exiting the room, scared as fuck … Martinez became a speeding bullet, as he scurried through the halls and down the stairs, taking shortcut to the outside with the scene fading …

___________

The third time was going to be the lucky charm. Tired of this growing streak of losses. Kaye, Evans, and that stupid ass battle royal. All became losses in which should have been wins. Taking that loss to Chad Evans had really killed all what I had going for me. However, as you can see … I'm back in spirit.

Why you ask … How did I, with such quick fashion rebuild my momentum. Not just because of this upcoming match against some new "sensation"  … Jose' Cuervo did the trick as well. My liquor habits had chose to revisit my system, leading to a downpour of a night filled of liquored-beverages.

I don't know much about this kid, but from what the scouts have reported … he's pretty phenomenal. Now with a speeding bullet, and one fate … combine the two and what do you receive? One's fate to be sealed with a speeding bullet, or in other words … one chance to surpass the odds. So I think…

I'm not going to stay long on this subject, because to be brutally honest … I've got bigger fish to fry. I've got to get back on track, and I've got to rise up and become myself again. This match, being the match that will set me back on track. No "if's", "and's", or "but's" … It will be a night of high-flying … who makes the biggest risks and pays off is the winner.

Be ready, Fate…. Be Ready. You blink … it's over!