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(fade in: here we are. a new location, a change of scenery for a old combatant. nikolai ash stands outside, the sun beaming through a pair of oak streets. their leaves have long since fallen in this cold winter climate. Ash is wearing a pair of black slacks that look to be hemmed an inch or two, they are neatly pressed. A long black pea coat covers his upper body and you can barely see the collar of his white dress shirt, very casual today he wears no tie. his face looks refreshed and has a five o'clock shadow barely appearing across it, his hair gently moves in the wind it seems like the wind is gently caressing it. in his hand he holds a glass of water which he brings up to his mouth periodically. in the front pocket of the coat we can see a red leather covered book but the name is not apparent.)
..alas back again, the alias of my seniority Nikolai Ash. My posthumous face again forebodes itself upon your monitors, your glass and faux-wood enclosed boxes sitting upon another broken tube transmitter. Meh, who is this may say some elders struggling with their unwillingness to give up and let death take it’s toll on another life and let population control come in and clean up the mess, control.. ha, controlling ones destiny is impossible, yet some are able to do it.. some know what is to come, do I know what is to come? I am not Jesus, nor am I Allah, or Buddha, or any type of prophet from the Mormon religion. I do not claim to be much more than you see me now. Casual dress upon my body.. I try to take care of myself but sometimes-outside intervention cannot be helped and it leaves me with situations that are beyond me.. and well.
::taking a moment to pause and collect his thoughts, Ash clears his throat and begins a new::
Yeah, uh, huh. I know. And well there’s nothing much I can do for as a human being I was not given many powers in order to subdue others into submission and create some type of masochistic fantasy which Merriam-Webster describes it as a hallucination is that what.. what.. what this all is? Or am I just creating this with my imagination for the fact that I do not want to deal with.. are you dealing with, can I deal with.. er uh.. my conscience sometimes fails me, it may have been the fact that I did not receive contact daily as a child. But Freud is not here to help nor will he be.. . strong willed and able to conduct myself with the correct decorum I am, I am. Am I dealing correctly with my problems… the problem of reality vs. fantasy? Fantasies are nothing new to the world of wrestling, but sometimes even stars.. under the spotlight of the fans and the world.. the fear of walls closing in.. the darkness they seclude themselves in being solace… do not prepare someone for the mental anguish and punishment that this business can STRIIIKE.. sorry, down yes….. uh huh.. down upon yes, down upon us. Are my thoughts trailing is it hard to follow.. not sure, me neither… can you be sure? Probably not.
Ehhh… am I hallucinating to you? No, because to you.. you, no, you wouldn’t know because you aren’t me. But am I living in a fantasy world? No, because no I wasn’t.. nope, I wasn’t the first time. Because a while ago… Maelstrom came to me and proclaimed I would not beat him, and yet I did…granted it was not the best way to defeat an opponent but it happened did it not? Indeed it did, I did it once.. whom is to say it cant happen again.. well Maelstrom and the countless others that try to discredit me before I even enter the wring, what do they matter? Yes, exactly they matter to me… or to you, or your grandparents grandparents.. who don’t know their names and call them Charlie when their name is Nikolai.. but oh well, they cant remember much especially when you want to hit them with a shovel.. when that shovel is dropping sod on their face, like Maelstrom’s face will see soon enough in his fantasy of Pandora Island.. the Island that is an enigma like me, that follows him… sort of like the island Godzilla came from. It only appeared when he appeared.. something like that.. is he a god, or a zilla? Or is he like Mechagodzilla.. and not really made from the earth.. ehh do you know, not I…not famed announcer Tony Ross, because he cant even tie a tie.. let alone know a map.
..did you know gold shimmers and has a nice reflection sort of like a prism in some lights? It’s true.. or so I’m told, but I’m told a lot of things especially by Maelstrom. Most is bull… or a calf, I’m not sure which yet… but sometimes I’m never sure of much. Maelstrom he is no stranger to odds and difficult situations. We all knows this, I grew up watching him… or at least my ladder years and well we’ve grown accustom to his face.. and his brooding glare that was so popular back in the time of Saturday morning cartoons and cheerios with the honey bee. So yes we… as in we, the crowd, the world the ones who don’t know his name but know his face and still buy his merchandise from a sweatshop east of Pandora.. we know him. His goals are always the same, and you must love a man with goals.. set and defined, and then refined until perfect. He’s reached a certain perfection in his career.. and granted I wish I could… but the perfection is close.. the belt it’s close.. sure I have many belts.. but none are so promising and fulfilling, or so I hope. But am I hoping it’ll fill a void Maelstrom left by someone or something or my craving may only be started.. the craving for blood, the yearning for the excitement I find between four posts and the solid canvis..mmmmmm..
::ash coughs and sighs::
Hrmph. This craving I have I don’t know. Is it real or fake like the match Tony Ross thinks… and we know the rest of the world thinks I stole from you. Is this re-match more of a quenching satisfaction? Or is it really my destiny to face you again and go into one of the most grueling altercations in history… a battle upon the mat.. of strong wills. See you may admit I got the win… a win is a win is a win is a win, don’t we all win if we win? But I’ve won.. yes I have.. yes uh huh… uh well, winning isn’t everything is that what you’ve always wanted to say? I know you want to say it here.. because with me.. I got the “W” as you say it… I’ve gone down in the stat book as beating you for the first time in GLCW history, yes.. but to you.. it means nothing more than a letter, because I didn’t truly bring you to the brink of exhaustion even in your brittle years. Sorry that my strength does not supercede yours. See… I may not be a better competitor in your eyes, but in mine I am… I am crafty.. I am intelligent, what I lack in some areas.. I make up for in others… I am sort of a renaissance man in a way of speaking. Granted I second guess my self here.. but is it possible some thought I was the better man? I .. well. .. who.. uh, I don’t know? Row 41 may have.. seat 12, section 10… aisle seat 1… nose bleed section… backstage crew… presidents.. vice presidents.. bookies… who knows… can you say.. CAN YOU SAY.. I say… FOR SURE? CAN? NO?
..I must seriously calm myself for I do not need this. See your words are more fabricated than mine, even the pencil neck Ross.. can get behind you and under your skin with certain questions about your inability to clarify. My victory.. hollow like someone’s soul… may be what it is, but I am not here to save you anymore Maelstrom.. I’ve said you enough. Your chances were given and now all you can do is sit with your sixty minutes smug… point.. counterpoint.. point counterpoint… bob dole likes to hear bob dole talk about bob dole… yes? Ring a bell? I .. you, I? Et tu Maelstrom. I may not have pinned you, that case has been settled long ago… nothing can be done about it. but you can not get over the fact that I still beat you.. in your subconscious that W means more to you than it does to me, to your career it means more.. for W’s will come my way as will L’s… but you will always know a man who couldn’t pin you, couldn’t even take you to the limit made you get the good ol’ EL EL EL EL EL on your forehead… like a square.. el-seven weenie? Ha.. know it? I did not ask for Manson to come in.. nor would I again, he happened to run in and interfere.. but does that mean that I am hollow no.. no no and no si senor. I am not hollow, for the lackeys in the back I do not have.. maybe you do, but I am not one of them nor could I control some if I had them. Striking fear in the hearts of many is not something I do. not a man.. not a .. a.. not.. of great stature I must be cunning in my precision and my attacks must be more than motivated by hatred.
::Ash drinks a cup of water, and droplets fall onto his shirt collar::
You refer to me as a up and comer, a contender.. but does that mean I deserve the chance in your mind.. when the cameras are off and you snuggle up to bed… am I real competitor? Jealously I do not have, but maybe I sense some in you.. my record is spotless.. and soon to become even more impeccable.. but for you, the same can not be said.. for the shrub that I am… can not be brushed away .. I am merely desensitized and cleansed and will remain cleansed unlike your soul and body and mind and heart… my head is here…
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oints to chest::
… along with my heart.. and my heart is here.
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oints to head::
You can not have one without the other. Mind controls heart.. heart mind… self contained unit. Ha.. ha.. no.
(fade out)