What is the choice in power…
Can you really trust the powers that be…
If so how in the well being of power can it be entrusted…
What happens when you are the one, who makes change…
.
Candy Coated: Reality .
Indeed,
it's
time
to
show
them
why
they
haven't
been
paying
to
much
attention
to
the
facts.
They've
only
stuck
around
to
see
me
enough
to
sign
me
or
want
to
bring
me
into
a group or something else. But now they've only taken sides with yet
another cruel and vicious
man but only confined
me to being the man who was wrong in the end, they have to place blame
because they don't understand how to forgive yet even further
have lost the will to admit they where wrong for backing up such a criminal
when it came to having some kind of power. But when we've all taken to
many blows to the head from those who use destructive critique
as a method to further
our being superior
to someone else they forget how to be in the most important way the person
in charge. They run away from those duties as well as pick the fights with
the underlings.
But how in the hell I am,
I an underling in such a power struggle between the matter of being in a position
where you call the shots and the one who makes those calls to become
action. As a wrestler I find myself in a power of both positioned
power and power to make change. So consider this my changing of roles I
want to only bring
So
are you with me... Possibly not.
Just
remember one last thing, that you’ll never beat me I’m to damn good to
be beaten, power can exist but I don't care much for them.
.
Chain Reaction
"
Now I've been given what I need. "
" This is going to be so much work, but it will be well worth it.
"
Now this was the time I had between what had happen, I had gotten a call
that I was going to be released. I hadn't even had a good measure in a
victory just yet enough to celebrate but they thought they'd make a judgment
call that me and Dunn had words it was good enough for him that they'd
want him for the title shot role along with Jarvis yet I was stuck
wrestling this now dwindled " Best of 4 " Matches I had beaten
Blade but the match was nothing more then a dark match non televised
something to be my punishment for what had went down.
Standing there I untied my wrestling boots, with each foot now
hanging to the side I tied each of my gym shoes up looking forward this
wasn't the first time I had gotten
noticed for being a " Disruption " An labeled
disturbance that had to be dealt
with and I was found to be confined to wrestling the matches still just at
a later date a non televised match up with Blade that saved him from
public embarrassment
.
After I untied my boots slipped them into my bag I stood, shoulders
covered by a towel I sat back looking at a magazine that had Carrie on the
front cover some kind of teen beat or music magazine I let my head fall
between the back of the wall closing my eyes. I heard the locker room door
open then close as quickly as I heard it, never moving I let the person
just waltz in I had my guard up just incase there was going to be "
round 2 " But I heard the voice of someone I really got to know over
the past 2 weeks I had met them in laying back I looked very poised as
well relaxed.
" Are you just going to sit there all relaxed?
you just wrestled yet you're retiring to the locker room. "
Saying nothing I returned from my thoughts
releasing my unrealized
grasp of the magazine I held in both hands, laying it on the side of met I
sighed heavy enough to be heard but running my fingers to my forehead as
if I had a headache but in fact I was struggling between the statement
that Rayne had made I was trying to figure out who the hell was this man
to get on my case about what had gone down.
"
No. " I finally replied to Rayne's
unanswered question I didn't lead him on but I wasn't much for talking
now.
" Well then maybe you should get up or
something, sitting there won't help you prove them wrong man. "
After hearing what Rayne was trying to get me
to do, I stood to my feet walking to my locker room pulling out a black
t-shirt and some black jeans finding my boots at the bottom of the closet
like locker I went to change, I had no Idea where I was going to end up I
just had to get out of there. I looked at Rayne one last time before I
finished getting dressed. I said nothing mostly made commotion when I was
changing I had more thoughts flooding my head as I then threw my bag into
the locker, returning for it later was my best bet.
" Where you going? "
Rayne questioned me not to chastise like all the others.
" Drinking. "
I replied having nothing else to do but go ease my mind a few beers or
other alcoholic
beverages would've done the trick.
I returned to walking just opening the door a crack, looking back at the
now relaxing Rayne who had did hours training in the gym and the ring. I
somewhat felt I owed him thanks just like the other guys in the locker
room who would've stood up for me if given the chance. I sighed somewhat
not feeling to much of myself today enough to only react with normal
emotions that I tried to suppress
when in public at least.
"
Thanks Rayne, you're right I should prove them wrong. Just not right now.
" I felt myself weakened like a wounded
animal now I then shifted sliding between the threshold of the door into
the hallway as I went towards the parking lot I knew I didn't need my car
there was a pub that hosted a night club at the same time on the edge of
the water front.
Keeping my slender slim balance between wanting to fall over from over
exertion during my match and the ordeal I walked slowly my head hanging
low out of thoughts just over taking my brain like a virus that invaded
the human body. Looking up I only came to hand face to face with yet another
EPIC personality. I couldn't help but want to escape but I had to make
nice if they saw me as an " Asshole " but none the less I tried
to put my best foot forward.
"
You know you shouldn't even be wrestling for this company anymore, you're
just a waste of time. " Carson stood in
front of me now, dressed in his street attire he was more now being just
as an " Asshole " then I was expected of being to other
superstars.
" Right.. "
I tried to Ignore that comment only to brush pass him I wasn't much for
extending my open hand touching the spiteful fury of a guy who had built
up anger, It would've just lingered in me for awhile until
I lashed out next on the wrong person.
After brushing pass Carson I didn't even look back but I felt him burning
a whole in my fucking head as I brushed on continuing
my conquest to reach " Larson's Pub " that reminded me of one of
my former locker room buddies over at Gateway Wrestling running my hands
to my pockets I pushed on holding my head up some trying to evade anybody
else who fit on the " Don't Encounter " scale I tried running
past them but only ones I was running away from where only just backstage
staff members.
I pulled a cigarette
out my pocket only to rest it between my lips, pushing on boots clicking
off the ground as I made my way to the outskirts of the gates. But there
was someone standing across the street I then noticed as I was walking in
that direction cars flew pass me as I stood waiting on the light to change
red turning the cross walk to the little white running guy. Pocketing
my hands once more the guy only stood there as I approached
him now out of my aim of getting
to the pub.
"
Come with me now, Aomori we have to talk. "
Said Dryden who seem to want to have a bone to pick with me.
My only thought to see Dryden standing there was " Fuck, how the hell
could this damned night get any better? " I guess I had no choice I
was walking with Dryden who had his eyes fitted on the ground I still
didn't notice we where walking both the same way into the pub. I stood
there looking for a moment trying to figure this guy out.
" So what is there to talk about? "
I asked somewhat alert but having on sense in
trying to guard myself from any lashings.
" You're problem, you where fined with a
non televised match in you're hometown, that doesn't
go well with fans nor dose fighting with those who have power over you.
"
Dryden proclaimed this confidently as I stood in front of Larson's pub on
side of Dryden.
" What do you mean, it happened
nothing can be done. " I
looked towards him as we both entered the pub walking to the bar.
" You think not, but there
a few things that can happen like change. "
Dryden then sat down on the stool.
" Like what?, apologize
for nothing? that's not my style. " I
sat down, then announced
this loud and clear to Dryden who was possibly
the only guy who was correct other then Rayne who had a few things to say
but didn't say them all when we talked.
"
Who the fuck cares if you do or don't apologize I don't. I mean step up
you're game in there eyes you're respect if you had any is fading "
I watched him motion over the female tender as she had helped another gentlemen
along the bar.
Indeed he was right on the money, I had to step up my game in order to be
taken seriously but how the hell was I to do that now. A fight wasn't seen
as the biggest accomplishment
while outside of the ring. But hey the " Fucker " had it coming
I sat there only in a dream like state as Dryden was being approached
by the woman who had fled the other side of the bar just to come see us
down on the other end guess she liked treating fresh faces first or
something.
"
Hey, let me get a Miller light.
" Dryden began to order from the
bartender as I looked at a coaster
along the bar.
" Yes sir. "
She jotted down the order from Dryden just as fast as he said it.
" Anything for you sir? "
She asked me in such a tone that was professional yet laid
back enough to be casual
"
Let me get a.. just give me the same "
Such a dim reply given to her I couldn't just one minute
be deep in thought the next care free party guy I wouldn't allow myself
the chance to be.
"
Alright, I'll be back hansom.
" She directed that comment to me trying
to lift my already
dim sprit
that wasn't changing any time soon. I looked down the bar to return a look
to Dryden as if to ask what he meant by what he said earlier.
"
Now what the hell do you mean, I have skill just don't think that respect
is in order if they piss me off? " I
snapped back with the late retort to what Dryden said his eyes changing
from normal to sharp and narrow as if I said something wrong.
" No, I mean you could chill just a bit
roll with things for awhile. It's not everyday you're let off easy now
days in wrestling promotions across the world, plus I bet if a magazine or
tabloid
found out they'd have a media field
day with Epic and you just as well targeting you then just weakling
EPIC nearly destroying
you're public image with there hard hitting force. "
"
Here are you're drinks " The bartender
smiled as she sat the beer mugs down, we then pulled our hands around them
then the drinking commenced
After many drinks with Dryden and him explaining what he was trying to get
across to me. I looked at the time after getting up and dancing for a few
dances I pulled myself to standing tossing a wad of cash that amounted to
at least 500 dollars throwing away that kind of money on drinking, eating
and dancing. I ran myself out of the bar leaving Dryden with out a word
covering the drinking tab I then stumbled trying to get to my car. I had
to get to my phone to let my family know I was drinking hoping Carrie
would pick me up since she was somewhere in the area with out a car she
could've driven us both home.
Sighing I found myself dropping
into the car as I unlocked it leaving myself to await Carrie after a brief
phone conversation
with Carrie.
.Fin.
Greatest
moment of you're life was
Meeting me
So keep dreamin'
/ Rock Superstar \
