Post by adm on Jun 20, 2009 12:38:32 GMT -6
Anniversary Denied
You admit you purposely did that to my wife? You admit it now, Burns? Because of you…today is our anniversary of eight years of marriage. We were married on June 20th, 2001, her birthday is in 10 days on the 30th…and you took away my opportunity to even say either of those. If I dared tell her the truth, she might just lose her mind. You DID this all…and now…
I sit in the sunlight, one day after a tornado attempted to roll through this town in Illinois. I sit in the middle of a park, children playing with their parents while I miss my wife, my kids…and everything about this is to protect them from Burns and Angel. This distance is all to protect them from further damage from those who would seek to use them as a weapon against me. But in my hands, is something I have not used since I lost the Xtreme Championship at A Night to Remember. I sit with a briefcase in my lap, looking on at the children playing as I sit and eat my picnic lunch of ham sandwiches.
“You see where I am…surrounded by something I can’t have in the middle of summer because of you, Burns. On any normal day like this, like last year, I’d be out at a park enjoying a romantic picnic lunch with my wife on the grass, and possibly this year even share some wine with her. But instead, she is in a mental ward of a hospital in Wisconsin thinking it’s February…as they keep her from the windows, as they keep her from the paper and the television. All in an attempt to hope she regains her memory in a less shock-inducing manner, and so that they are prepared for when it happens. I am missing my anniversary because of YOU.”
The briefcase twitches under my grasp, my hands shake with the stress, and the volcano that I am is beginning to heave with the stress of magma and hot gasses within. Soon…I may explode. The heat of the sun beats down and I begin to sweat, my suit becoming weighed down with it and my tie…it once again too tight.
“Burns, I can’t believe you’d come out and tell me the truth. You KNOW what I will do to you now. You KNOW what pain you’ve caused and now Angel has suggested this Death Cage for Picture Perfect…well I tell you this now, it will NOT be a Perfect Picture of anything but VIOLENCE!”
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Hand trembling I begin to take off my coat. One button at a time I do this, revealing that the white dress shirt underneath is soaked-through with sweat of both heat and stress. Beads of tears well up in my eyes, stinging as they mix with sweat from my forehead and I can feel my eyes narrow as my heart grows cold. People around me begin to recognize me.
“That’s Kristoff Liam Bates from nCw, Daddy, you LOVE him!”
“Oh my god it is!”
They come over to me as I am finally out of my coat. I look over and see them standing over me and my lunch. My fans…they look so happy to see me while I am as unhappy as I have been in many months.
“Hello, you actually watch nCw?”
“Yes, I do, and I will be at Collision tomorrow with my family. After the weather yesterday, we could use a night of great matches and entertainment.”
“Don’t watch my match…”
I see them falter back a little as I begin to loosen my tie. Maybe they saw the video Burns put out on www.newchampionshipwrestling.com/. Maybe they did, or maybe they just are concerned about a man who is sitting alone, with a briefcase in his hands.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Sir, I just suggest you cover your children’s eyes when Nero, Night Blade, and I face Burning Angels and Joe Everyman. I just…don’t think it will end very well.”
“Does this have to do with your wife?”
“Indeed it does. Today is our anniversary and…”
“I’m so sorry.”
His wife gives me a big hug, tears welling in her eyes. She knows what I’m going through…she knows of my wife’s condition…and now…strangers are trying to comfort me.
“Th-Thank you…you are too kind. But…don’t let your children watch the Pay Per View…”
“Why?”
“The Tag Titles will be on the line in a Death Cage match.”
“Oh…”
“There will be nothing for them to see, maybe when they are older.”
The children, not even teenagers, look at me as if I am denying them Christmas. But they see in my eyes, welled with tears, that I mean serious business. They ask me for an autograph I do not deny them of, and tell them politely that if they come after the show tomorrow I may give them a free shirt or poster if I see them. And I don’t plan to disappoint them unless I am taken away in a stretcher. My fans…they still support me…they know what I do is for the good of my family…for my protection.
“Burns…Angel…and Joe…you all realize now, that I am being PERFECTLY NORMAL right now…trying to hide the violent feelings I have inside.”
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“But when I come to the match tomorrow, here in Rockford, Illinois; be prepared for the first of many eruptions of Mount Kristoff. I am holding this briefcase as a beginning of what will come to Angel and Burns at the Pay Per View. This case…it holds their FUTURE. It holds things I am bringing for THEM. Things I am bringing to show them exactly why I hold the third-longest reign as Xtreme Champion and am, so far, the only man to beat Homeless Harold in an Xtreme Contest.”
Inside this case are not only office supplies, but enough barbed-wire to wrap this case perfectly. I begin stroking the case, my fans so far from me, to not even notice one of their favorite wrestlers is slowly losing his mind. But the slow part is the best, because just like Mount St. Helen in 1989, when I blow at Picture Perfect, the eruption will take out everything in its path, even myself, but this rage…this pain…it drives me forward. I stand up; my lunch finished, and begin to walk with my briefcase and picnic basket.
“You don’t even KNOW what I am about to do to you. This match…win or lose…will not be a VICTORY for any of you. Now that Burns has told the truth…the bull’s eye on his back is even larger for me, and at any moment I could just unleash like many sticks of dynamite on him. Kristoff Liam Bates is no longer PERFECTLY NORMAL when he steps into that ring…he is one of two PERFECT FREAKS. You think I might not be “friends” with Nero? You think because you never really see us together…we are separate? No…I know he is planning similar things for Angel. Divide and Conquer. We will NOT be denied the Tag Titles at Picture Perfect…where the only thing PERFECT will be the level of VIOLENCE.”
Bring weapons to Collision…not to be used for offense, but to PROTECT YOURSELVES from me. I’m losing my mind…you DENIED me my anniversary, Burns. You are DENYING my wife a romantic dinner, with gifts of jewelry, fine china, or new glassware for the house. My children are denied visitation to their mother due to the unstable nature of her situation. You pushed me…I will push back. There’s nothing GOOD about what will happen. Because you unleashed that which was lurking within me…you hurt my wife. You shouldn’t have done that…because now…you’ll know what a PERFECT FREAK is made of!
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