The Perfect Drug | "Bloody and
Smiling" | 1.0.0
Reality: the quality or state of being real.
broken glass.
Glass, it's a wonderful man made creation. When you use it for gain and
better man kind it can be pretty much anything a glass for you to drink
out of, a plate for you to eat off of. But when you let it become a weapon
it can do unimaginable things to you, it can cut you render a limb
useless. The perfect tool to beat even the biggest man with. You see when
to combine a skill of a Professional Wrestler, the talent, the speed not
to mention the brutal strength personified It can work wonders. This is
where I come in Drake Masters, I will beat you with the dirtiest weapon
known to man, I will not only to attempt to put you in the hospital Drake.
So my little minds, have you been paying attention? were you watching me
this past week on Nitro? I hope you got the message, ‘cause when I went
out to the ring met Don Wilson, I wasn’t going out just to fight and win
a match… I went out there with a goal. I walked with purpose in my step,
ya know? I wanted to send each and every one of you a simple statement. To
the roster, it was “I’m someone you can't escape.” To the staff it
was, “Don’t insult me again.” Don’t send me another nobody
responsibility for what happens to him will not be on my shoulders, but on
yours. I won’t hold back next time. I won’t give the him a moment to
breath, a second to rest. It will be a goddamned slaughter at the
slaughter house . I’m a Icon to this business . So put me on that level
of respect. Sure, you may hear these words and just hear some stuck up,
overpaid athlete craving attention, but it’s more than that. Sure, it
may be a bit of it, but there is a deeper level. I know I deserve better
than Drake-fucking-Masters as someone to get into the ring with.
Masters, you offended me. I applauded at first, since your giving it a
shot. But as my mind regained it's former rotation the ol' brain told me
something. You're scared nervous being the new star on the block, and I
have an idea why this is. You bring up the fact that someone like myself
will feel the impact, mainly in question myself. Like this is a game to
you? Like I'm a child.. Fuck you.. You found your way to the Sin card,
because the heads of this company have realized that they needed a scape
goat while filling a couple of voids in this X-Rated Tournament so they
let someone like me slaughter you with your first match being a tarnish on
your record and have a mere glimpse of the final reward, at the end of
this tournament. You forget you have no place. You forget this will be the
only time that I embarrass you in United Wrestling Entertainment, not to
mention live television. When I leave, the place will be a land mark for
former glory ruins if you will, and they are will always stay crippled. We
are not the mainstream athlete . We are revolutionaries, leaders in the
future of sports. If I had the time to bother with Novices, I would
hunt you down and tell you of who the I am, and keep reminding
you that what I will be..
So let it be known, I crucify the pretenders and I'm the Hailed
King.
Former Dreams.
I Had to meet with someone, the last couple of hours I'd been out of my mind. All the interviews everybody wanting to know how I was going to do it. What? Beat Drake Masters that's something totally unoriginal. I don't care how I do it to be brutally honest that's beside the point. I strolled into the little cafe' around the corner form where I was posted each event we seem to leave for. I knew someone or I had a place to crash this time I had found an old flame I had before I became a Pro Wrestler She met me while we where both doing our mid-transition into being true adults her being straight out of high school and me a couple months head of her It was perfect, just perfect.
Entering the Cafe' I had opened the door for a couple that had walked out, the guy looked to me and nodded the woman only replied to me opening the door by.
" Thank you very much " Then she pulled back a smile.
After this I nodded back and replied. " No problem, I hope you two have a good day. "
They nodded, smiled and kissed as I shook my head at the display and continued entering the Cafe' I was on a mission to find the girl I had lost a couple of years ago. I came into scanning the bar then to the singular tables scattered across the front of the bar then far off into the left deep within the Cafe' I brushed my shoulder off as I stood there clad in weekend warrior attire, I was a couple of days behind myself to be honestly. I had on a white wife beater which was hidden behind my black dress shirt collar up and cool looking as I had faded olive green Jeans on, black designer boots on as well.
Then I saw her, the blonde sitting in the back corner the Cafe'. She smirked and waved me on to come to her table, I nodded and came to the side of the table moving up the aisle way down in between couples and buddies talking. I then took a seat and saw her smiling face and sparkling blue eyes. She offered her hand being the gentlemen I kissed her hand and began massaging it with my thumb cross the middle of the back of her hand.
" It's been a Year.. "
" Yea, It has been a year.. " She replied.
She looked down, pulling up a cup of coffee then looked up at me lacing it between both sets of fingers and gave a short smile. She took a sip then placed the cup down and then looked directly into my eyes. She laughed as I seem to Stonewall her without even trying.
" What's so funny. " I asked, trying to reply to her.
" Nothing.. "
I sat there a waiter came, I didn't pay attention then he asked me. " Would you like something? " I nodded " No " She had already ordered.
I sighed and pulled my fingers to my temples.. I sat back just thinking she wanted to talk to me about something, I needed to know if it was something serious so I had began bouncing around in my brain about asking her.
" So you look nervous.. "
" I'm just a bit. " I replied, drumming my fingers on the table.
She giggled again, It was something that was driving me insane she was so happy and I had just got back into the grind of having this damned hectic calendar fill. She pressed her fingers to the table and made shapes tracing them with her finger tips along the red table we where in an unfinished part of the cafe but it looked as if it was made that way, life chaotic as it was something so unfinished looked so complete.
I closed my eyes, pushing my hands to my face almost shoving them this time. I was so mixed up I was wanting to have that match, just to give them somewhat of a show. But something in side me wanted to fight and rip apart Drake Masters.
" I wanted to know how you where doing, I want to know if you where planning anything after your Wrestling Show. I know you seem to be returning to wrestling and after your brother got drafted to Slam! Basketball I thought you'd be ready to move on and get into something serious " Her eyes hinted, something was going on with her.
I sighed pulling my fingers apart form my face, letting them down gradually as I released the held breath between my lips as I thought something just then, I got what it meant but I didn't think she was serious about this. So I replied to her.
" Well I don't know. " I folded my arms and began to rock back and forth in my chair something was going on, everybody wanted something form me now.
She then pressed her fingers to my side of the table while searching my eyes, she then placed her fingers tracing a heart before my very eyes then leaned over wanting something. I got her picture then kissed her when she wasn't expecting it so that she wasn't ready and couldn't blame it on me that she wasn't to quick. She smiled and I saw her eyes and cheeks light up as I removed myself form her side of the table, I rocked back and forth daring her to speak now.
" Wow.. " She said, pulling her fingers across her lips wiping off the smudged parts of her lips which held lipstick.
" Hey, I'll catch you later.. " I smirked and got up form the table, throwing a twenty dollar bill under the side of the vase. Then I slipped across then dropped a card with my cell phone number on it. I laughed and turned away..
Maybe something had become of me now, that I was depressively sane.
I had walked out the Cafe' like a man on the mission I pocketed my hands it began to rain over my head, as I walked around the corner trying to find myself on the ends of love or maybe the ends of the beating after This coming Sin event, I had other matters to attend to But with Drake Masters in full throttle I could only have thoughts of wanting to finishing this match to the best of my abilities. I brought my hands around my head and covered half of my head as my sunglasses where splotched with rain drops and I stood under a covering deck that had a couple on it I looked up and then noticed that the sun was peaking out, so I flipped my collar down and walked off.
» F i n a l W o r d
Being depressed is a matter of the mind, you see when you find yourself at your bitter end you become more aware of who you are and what you've done. I'm a man on the brink of finding out if what I use to do for a living is something I still can do as a man, I don't doubt myself but my uncontested thoughts are bordering on the continuum of me being idlely dead and that I have no soul to compete with anymore.
Drake, what really matters most right now is that I beat you. But what really deep down changes this match for me, is that all this attention this plan that the media and Phil Stevens think they want for me, I won a million dollars off an off chance that some greedy pot belly faggot ass rich wrestler decides to get in my face, with his flashy suits and talk. I'm a Rock Star something you'd could only dream of I don't need cars just to be different, but I don't need clothing either.
Something is about to change with me, It's going to be something you won't like because I finally realize what I need to do to win. And that W is all I'm about during this X rated Tournament.