Post by Non Compos Mentis on Nov 12, 2006 11:39:09 GMT -5
[The air was cold, almost icy. A sure sign that winter was beginning to close in as fall slowly faded away through the back door. There was no bird song anymore like there was only days earlier, the birds sensing the change before it started to turn into what it was now. The foliage strewn around on the sidewalks was no longer green leaves that had fallen in the closing stages of summer but were now golden and coloured with the death of the season that had gone before. He was almost shivering as the cold winters air swirled past in a whirlwind of seasonal abuse. His face was a picture of suffering and hurt as the wind ravaged his features as time had done at a slower pace. The time he had spent simply watching what went on below was now unparalleled, he spent more time out on his balcony now than he had ever done before.
He had always hated the winter. It was almost as if it was built into his makeup. He hated the icy wind, he hated the snow, he hated the snowballs that were inevitably thrown at him every time he walked through the park that was nearby. What he hated the most, however, was the cold. In summer it was warm, warm was comforting and held you close and made you shun others for fear of being to warm. The cold, on the other hand, made you come close to others in attempt to share warmth. He had never like being close to people, not even his family. He was born to be alone, born to be a loner.
The winter drew in around him as he stood unsheltered and alone on the balcony to his penthouse apartment. The man who had once been a homeless lunatic was now living the high life but he chose to be out on the balcony in the season that he loathed. He saw it as a punishment to himself for the events of the last week. Only days before he had been laying on the mat with his shoulders down, being pinned by the man who was destined to leave forever. He had been embarrassed by the events that took place and he was now punishing himself for letting it happen. Twice he had lost to that man in singles competition, twice he had been pinned. He thought of this as his time to teach himself a lesson, that losing again would be unforgivable and that he would have to live through this trial again.]
What happened? One second I was pinning one of my opponents, the next I was under the body of Lantlas being pinned and losing the match. More than that I was losing my HHW World Title. What happened in that short time that so dramatically altered my fortunes? I know exactly what it was and there is no word that exists that describes how stupid I was not to foresee it before the match. I focussed so much on beating the other team that I didn’t put any thought into beating mine. What happened? Kaden Keene happened.
[He was stood up straight without a hint of movement. Sure and steadfast in his conviction that he must be punished for his ignorance and unawareness. Whilst he stands still and motionless the only things moving are his hair and clothes in the winter gusts of wind. He moves his head slowly on its axis, looking back over shoulder towards a set of massive French Doors that are transparent and reveal a scene of warmth and safety. He closes his eyes just to think one thought, I am out here because I deserve to be out here.]
I found myself over the body of my opponent, pinning his shoulders to the mat. I was seconds away from securing a victory and even more prizes of infinite pleasure to me. I was so close that I could taste it, I could feel it, I could almost jump up a celebrate it. But then I felt it. The cold, icy grip of a hand on my leg. After that was the feeling of sharp manicured nails ripping down my calf muscle as the figure pulled me off the pin and took away all my dreams. I was still in a dream world, I was ignorant of the pain caused by the scraping down my leg and thought that it was only one of my team mates congratulating me of our win and my World Title shot. Then the pain rose, it shot out of the darkness and straight into my head. It was one of my team mates but not for a congratulation. It was Kaden Keene, gripping my leg like it the last thing keeping him from dropping into hell. He stared at me and I stared at him. He was looking at me in anger and contempt, I was looking at him in confusion and disgust.
Then he began to lay into me. Using his own fists to beat down somebody on his own team. Any why? Because he wanted the shot for himself. You bet your ass it was. He didn’t care whether he was good enough to do the shot justice or not, he just wanted it. His fists hit my head as hard as he could possibly throw them but he still couldn’t knock me out. The guy punches like a puff, a particularly wimpy girl. I fought back but the damage was done. He had lit the touchpaper and all I could think of was beating the hell out of him. Because of him I was diverted from my purpose of winning the World Title shot that I had wanted since only my second Pay Per View when I had my last shot.
Kaden had stopped me from reaching the one goal that I had set out. He had taken my one chance to take the World Title shot and then he proceeded to take away any chance of our team winning. I could have killed him if it wasn’t for what happened next. The intervention of one of my old rivals, James Keenen, stopped him from inflicting more damage and stopped me doing something I might regret later. But, as I said, the damage was done. I was tired, beaten up and weary. When the time came I had nothing left, I was running on fumes and Lantlas had an easy job.
[He opened his eyes and looked back again. Staring through the windows his was clearly longing to be back inside his luxury apartment. His eyes moved away from the promising location just past the window and down to his hand that was now outstretched. He pulled back part of the sleeve of his jacket to reveal a watch face marking the time at 19:25. As normal in winter it was immensely dark, so much so that only the light from street lamps down below showed any sign of civilisation. He brought the sleeve back down over his forearm and looked back to the window. His eyes closed again and another thought occurred in his head. 3 Hours, that should be long enough.
He turned from the balcony and walked slowly towards the French Doors, chilled stiff by the winters evening wind. As he reached the doors he stretched out and grasped the handle and slid open the doors. The wave of hot air hit him like a comforting pillow, an embrace from the room as if to say Welcome Back. He walked inside and closed the door behind him in order to shut out the cold air of the night. As he walked further into the room he was enclosed by the warm caress from the highly fashioned fireplace on the nearest wall. He felt comforted by this embrace and looked outside into the icy wasteland that was the balcony. The thought ran through his head at this moment as if to warn himself of any further faults. I am not going out there again.]
Back to more comforting issues. This week I get my chance to right some wrongs that have been inflicted on me. I face Kaden Keene in a match on Trauma. A chance to face the man that ruined my chance to become the number one contender to the World Title. A chance to teach that petty prick a lesson for messing with someone he should not have. My whole life was one of teaching people to fight back against the odds and to show people that I was a person to fear, not to humiliate.
Kaden tried to humiliate me at Trauma, in the War Games match. He attempted to show everybody that I was not worth a damn and that I was worth nothing to anybody. Kaden must now face the consequences for his action on that night a few days ago. He embarrassed me that night and now I will embarrass him. He shall know what it is like to have a crowd laughing at you, to see them laughing in your face as you walk up the ramp because you were the one who lost the match. Kaden will know the feeling of embarrassment that I had to endure after that loss. Kaden will have to walk up that ramp and have the fans laugh in his face.
My quest for the World Championship is not over yet. It may have been quashed in the War Games match last week but that only means that my dream was delayed. I have been moved to another road, a road with many obstacles and one of them is Kaden Keene. This road takes me along a route that I may have already been down, a route where I have to prove myself again after being the one to blame for the loss in War Games. I must prove to everybody that my life in PCW is one that deserves the World Title. Finally, I must prove that I can beat everybody that PCW has to offer. Whether that is Kaden Keene, Jade, Justin Michaels or the World Champion Grimm, I must prove that they have nothing in their arsenal that can beat me.
My Crusade for the World Title has joined a road that I must walk down to save myself. It is my only dream, my one desire and my destiny that God wishes for me. I will be damned if I will spend more time out in the cold because of some ignorant prick like Kaden Keene. That punishment is one that I will never re-live until I finally have my hands around what is truly mine, the PCW World Title.
[His eyes drifted back and forth from the now steamed up with condensation to the fireplace. His facial expressions turn rapidly from comfort to anguish as he looks from place to place. The rapid onset of the painful feeling he gets from seeing the cold outside the windowpane, the wind battering the door as if trying to attack him, seems only to compound his fear of the self inflicted punishment. Gradually he falls back into the embrace of a large leather sofa that has been soaking up the heat from the fire. Finally in a place where he feels comfortable he drifts away into his own mind]
The foremost thing that I wish for Kaden Keene is that he feels the pain that he deserves. I know that James Keenen will be wanting to make his presence known to Kaden, I know that he will he chomping at the bit to get in that ring and inflict as much pain as possible on Kaden after what he considers a betrayal of trust. But James Keenen, I urge you not to because of this, I will inflict pain on him, I will hurt him more than he has ever been hurt. I will embarrass him and I will make him a laughing stock. You can watch if you want but I beg of you that you don’t interfere. When I am done with him I will allow you to have your will with him. I will leave him at your mercy, exhausted and abused, and you can do what you wish. I hope we have a deal, because if you decide you cannot wait and it is you that costs me another match it will be your end.
Either way, Kaden Keene will feel the pain he deserves. I only hope that I finish my job before I am interrupted.
He had always hated the winter. It was almost as if it was built into his makeup. He hated the icy wind, he hated the snow, he hated the snowballs that were inevitably thrown at him every time he walked through the park that was nearby. What he hated the most, however, was the cold. In summer it was warm, warm was comforting and held you close and made you shun others for fear of being to warm. The cold, on the other hand, made you come close to others in attempt to share warmth. He had never like being close to people, not even his family. He was born to be alone, born to be a loner.
The winter drew in around him as he stood unsheltered and alone on the balcony to his penthouse apartment. The man who had once been a homeless lunatic was now living the high life but he chose to be out on the balcony in the season that he loathed. He saw it as a punishment to himself for the events of the last week. Only days before he had been laying on the mat with his shoulders down, being pinned by the man who was destined to leave forever. He had been embarrassed by the events that took place and he was now punishing himself for letting it happen. Twice he had lost to that man in singles competition, twice he had been pinned. He thought of this as his time to teach himself a lesson, that losing again would be unforgivable and that he would have to live through this trial again.]
What happened? One second I was pinning one of my opponents, the next I was under the body of Lantlas being pinned and losing the match. More than that I was losing my HHW World Title. What happened in that short time that so dramatically altered my fortunes? I know exactly what it was and there is no word that exists that describes how stupid I was not to foresee it before the match. I focussed so much on beating the other team that I didn’t put any thought into beating mine. What happened? Kaden Keene happened.
[He was stood up straight without a hint of movement. Sure and steadfast in his conviction that he must be punished for his ignorance and unawareness. Whilst he stands still and motionless the only things moving are his hair and clothes in the winter gusts of wind. He moves his head slowly on its axis, looking back over shoulder towards a set of massive French Doors that are transparent and reveal a scene of warmth and safety. He closes his eyes just to think one thought, I am out here because I deserve to be out here.]
I found myself over the body of my opponent, pinning his shoulders to the mat. I was seconds away from securing a victory and even more prizes of infinite pleasure to me. I was so close that I could taste it, I could feel it, I could almost jump up a celebrate it. But then I felt it. The cold, icy grip of a hand on my leg. After that was the feeling of sharp manicured nails ripping down my calf muscle as the figure pulled me off the pin and took away all my dreams. I was still in a dream world, I was ignorant of the pain caused by the scraping down my leg and thought that it was only one of my team mates congratulating me of our win and my World Title shot. Then the pain rose, it shot out of the darkness and straight into my head. It was one of my team mates but not for a congratulation. It was Kaden Keene, gripping my leg like it the last thing keeping him from dropping into hell. He stared at me and I stared at him. He was looking at me in anger and contempt, I was looking at him in confusion and disgust.
Then he began to lay into me. Using his own fists to beat down somebody on his own team. Any why? Because he wanted the shot for himself. You bet your ass it was. He didn’t care whether he was good enough to do the shot justice or not, he just wanted it. His fists hit my head as hard as he could possibly throw them but he still couldn’t knock me out. The guy punches like a puff, a particularly wimpy girl. I fought back but the damage was done. He had lit the touchpaper and all I could think of was beating the hell out of him. Because of him I was diverted from my purpose of winning the World Title shot that I had wanted since only my second Pay Per View when I had my last shot.
Kaden had stopped me from reaching the one goal that I had set out. He had taken my one chance to take the World Title shot and then he proceeded to take away any chance of our team winning. I could have killed him if it wasn’t for what happened next. The intervention of one of my old rivals, James Keenen, stopped him from inflicting more damage and stopped me doing something I might regret later. But, as I said, the damage was done. I was tired, beaten up and weary. When the time came I had nothing left, I was running on fumes and Lantlas had an easy job.
[He opened his eyes and looked back again. Staring through the windows his was clearly longing to be back inside his luxury apartment. His eyes moved away from the promising location just past the window and down to his hand that was now outstretched. He pulled back part of the sleeve of his jacket to reveal a watch face marking the time at 19:25. As normal in winter it was immensely dark, so much so that only the light from street lamps down below showed any sign of civilisation. He brought the sleeve back down over his forearm and looked back to the window. His eyes closed again and another thought occurred in his head. 3 Hours, that should be long enough.
He turned from the balcony and walked slowly towards the French Doors, chilled stiff by the winters evening wind. As he reached the doors he stretched out and grasped the handle and slid open the doors. The wave of hot air hit him like a comforting pillow, an embrace from the room as if to say Welcome Back. He walked inside and closed the door behind him in order to shut out the cold air of the night. As he walked further into the room he was enclosed by the warm caress from the highly fashioned fireplace on the nearest wall. He felt comforted by this embrace and looked outside into the icy wasteland that was the balcony. The thought ran through his head at this moment as if to warn himself of any further faults. I am not going out there again.]
Back to more comforting issues. This week I get my chance to right some wrongs that have been inflicted on me. I face Kaden Keene in a match on Trauma. A chance to face the man that ruined my chance to become the number one contender to the World Title. A chance to teach that petty prick a lesson for messing with someone he should not have. My whole life was one of teaching people to fight back against the odds and to show people that I was a person to fear, not to humiliate.
Kaden tried to humiliate me at Trauma, in the War Games match. He attempted to show everybody that I was not worth a damn and that I was worth nothing to anybody. Kaden must now face the consequences for his action on that night a few days ago. He embarrassed me that night and now I will embarrass him. He shall know what it is like to have a crowd laughing at you, to see them laughing in your face as you walk up the ramp because you were the one who lost the match. Kaden will know the feeling of embarrassment that I had to endure after that loss. Kaden will have to walk up that ramp and have the fans laugh in his face.
My quest for the World Championship is not over yet. It may have been quashed in the War Games match last week but that only means that my dream was delayed. I have been moved to another road, a road with many obstacles and one of them is Kaden Keene. This road takes me along a route that I may have already been down, a route where I have to prove myself again after being the one to blame for the loss in War Games. I must prove to everybody that my life in PCW is one that deserves the World Title. Finally, I must prove that I can beat everybody that PCW has to offer. Whether that is Kaden Keene, Jade, Justin Michaels or the World Champion Grimm, I must prove that they have nothing in their arsenal that can beat me.
My Crusade for the World Title has joined a road that I must walk down to save myself. It is my only dream, my one desire and my destiny that God wishes for me. I will be damned if I will spend more time out in the cold because of some ignorant prick like Kaden Keene. That punishment is one that I will never re-live until I finally have my hands around what is truly mine, the PCW World Title.
[His eyes drifted back and forth from the now steamed up with condensation to the fireplace. His facial expressions turn rapidly from comfort to anguish as he looks from place to place. The rapid onset of the painful feeling he gets from seeing the cold outside the windowpane, the wind battering the door as if trying to attack him, seems only to compound his fear of the self inflicted punishment. Gradually he falls back into the embrace of a large leather sofa that has been soaking up the heat from the fire. Finally in a place where he feels comfortable he drifts away into his own mind]
The foremost thing that I wish for Kaden Keene is that he feels the pain that he deserves. I know that James Keenen will be wanting to make his presence known to Kaden, I know that he will he chomping at the bit to get in that ring and inflict as much pain as possible on Kaden after what he considers a betrayal of trust. But James Keenen, I urge you not to because of this, I will inflict pain on him, I will hurt him more than he has ever been hurt. I will embarrass him and I will make him a laughing stock. You can watch if you want but I beg of you that you don’t interfere. When I am done with him I will allow you to have your will with him. I will leave him at your mercy, exhausted and abused, and you can do what you wish. I hope we have a deal, because if you decide you cannot wait and it is you that costs me another match it will be your end.
Either way, Kaden Keene will feel the pain he deserves. I only hope that I finish my job before I am interrupted.
