Post by adm on Jan 26, 2010 10:51:06 GMT -6
Simply Bates Part 3
Vitriolic –
1. Of, similar to, or derived from a vitriol.
2. Bitterly scathing; caustic; virulent
What lovely words spew out of that hole of yours, Mr. Jacobson. I do believe you have just called your best friend a virulent, bitter, and scathing individual. I believe you are aiming that gun of big words at me. Now forgive me as I admire the callipygous nature of your female partner. But that’s not the point I’m going to make today, no…unfortunately you are right, I’m isolated from my home life. But if you had any clue what it was like, maybe it wouldn’t be such a big deal.
::The Previous Morning::
“Good Morning Kris.”
I walk up the stairs with my supplies for the road, only to be met by the eyes of my wife as I try to sneak out. She’s awake, unlike normal at this hour. It’s an ungodly hour where I wish there was Coffee, only to look to the kitchen to see she’s made coffee and breakfast.
“I want you to stay, Kris. I’m sorry I’ve been so emotional lately. But you know…I’m just so scared I’m going to lose you again. Last time you got this fired up you almost let yourself get killed in the Death Cage with that freak Nero.”
“Kendra, I’m sorry, but I really do need…”
She doesn’t let me finish. I have control of the situation now. A few words spoken, a few threats of leaving for a hotel, and I get what I want. She drags me upstairs by the neck of my shirt. And well…you can imagine the rest.
::The Present::
I sit in the living room of my house; my wife is smiling from ear to ear as if she’s got some pressing news to say to me. I don’t really want to hear it, I have business to attend to, but I appease her quickly so I can get to my work.
“Kris, I’m so glad you decided to stay. I was worried we would have to go to marriage counseling.”
“You know I’d never allow you to take us to counseling, Kendra, it’d never come to that.”
I blatantly lie, again controlling the situation with my words. She smiles wider, and hugs me. She goes upstairs allowing me the privacy I need to do what I have to. The kids are with their recovering grandmother for the morning, leaving my wife and I some time to “catch up”. Yes, Andrew, it’s exactly what you think. I sit back in the couch, and smirk on my slightly stubbled face and pull out both the familiar briefcase and a second, more “luggage worthy” case.
“You see, Andrew, you may think you can do anything. You have that whole “Minnesotan” optimism. “W can win the Super Bowl, we have Favre.” But then you manage to see, in the end, you’ll never get it. Even with the best players, the best team you can possibly be, arguably the best in the NFL, pressure is too much and they crumble just before the big dance. Just like you. You’re going on a lighter training schedule while I’ve upped mine. You’re not prepared for a title defense on a Pay Per View, however I’ve been in many title matches and defenses on Pay Per View so I honestly could care less. You are just like the Vikings, all geared up but too naive to see your own follies and faults when it comes to “pressure”.”
I pull the barbed-wire briefcase closer to me and stare at it in awe.
“You see, Andrew, I’ve not used this handy instrument of pain deliverance for many months. It used to be my Mercutio but lately he’s been no more than an Osrick. I know, you’ll probably have no clue what I’m talking about, but that’s ok, you are, after all, still a Neanderthal descendant of Huns and Murderers. Pity, though, because I really wished you’d speak more intelligibly. Funny, you say anger is such a negative force when it has accomplished so much constructive purposes like the Women’s Rights movement, Civil Rights, and all other rebellions and revolts that have given us the rights and privileges we have today. This very country was founded out of anger against England, and you say it’s negative? No, Anger can be used to construct as well as destruct. And at Metamorphosis, I will change into the beast within to destroy YOU.”
There’s not a lot that can be said about that, Andrew, I’ve already showed I will do anything to beat you, even if you’re not yet my opponent. I smile as I recall my previous railing of men like Ace and Cobain only to realize that their method is best. It gets you so much satisfaction, knowing you have complete control. With any moment’s notice, I could rain down a sledgehammer or barbed-wire briefcase unto your skull to take you out. I have ultimate control…and that’s what I like most, Andrew, CONTROL. I pull out the other briefcase, and open it up. Within, I pull the new attire for in the ring. A pair of dark blue tights with bright yellow words “Simply Bates” on the legs.
“You see, I’m reinventing my look. It’s been, if anyone can keep track, a whole year since I showed my face in nCw. I debuted right after Metamorphosis last year, and won my first title at Crossroads. And in that year, I was always wearing my suit. But those days are over. I am no longer the suit-and-tie Bates. No, I will be simplified, back to my roots; back to what every man is underneath it all.”
I fold the spandex back up and put it into the suitcase before mouthing the word “Rebel”. A glimmer comes to my eyes as I think about my current aims.
“You see, I’ve been saying actions speak louder than words, but haven’t lived up to it. I let my words speak for me, and then I lost most of my matches by being a third wheel, unable to act on the decision. And now here I am, one-on-one with you, after finally ACTING and taking you out on Trauma. Now, Andrew, do you want me to keep acting? Because your head wound is not the only thing I can give you. I could do so much more to you, I could crush your spirit and your body. You say I can’t, but you know what one thing drives me more than anything? Being told NO.”
No you can’t be a wrestler. No you can’t win the Xtreme title from Homeless Harold. No you can’t face Adam Knite for the World Title. No you can’t beat Spike Kane. I grab my little friend and recall all of those situations, and he’s been there for all of them. And helped me beat Harold, given me strength when I faced Spike. He’s my ally, and when it comes to my battle with you on Sunday, he’s not going to be resting in the back, he’ll be with me.
“I’ve said the words that Rob said for a reason. He is totally right. You can’t be a hero all the time, not when this place already seems to have picked them. They picked you over me as the hero, Andrew. And you know what that makes me?”
I stand up to my full height and glare down the camera as if I were staring from behind the barrel of a gun.
“I’m the villain. I’m INFAMOUS. I made my money, I gained some bit of fame. But the whole time, the fans haven’t TAKEN to me. Why? Because I’m a mirror of what they are. They are unable to accept that reality is so cold, that their lives are so BORING. So I rebel against my old ways and become SIMPLY BATES. I’m no longer a mirror of what the world is, but a parody of it. It is a violent, psychotic thing, the world. It is angry. It is tumultuous. It is unforgiving and that’s what I am. My wife doesn’t know it yet, but she’s not going to like my plans for Sunday. You want to win, Andrew, stop listening to your mom’s encouragement. She can’t help you, not from where she is. And your callipygous friend can’t help you either. You have to go it alone once you get into the ring. So bring your little hockey stick and see if it fares against a briefcase wrapped in barbed wire. I know there are rules, but…I don’t care about victory, only making a statement. My actions will let the whole world know that I no longer am NORMAL but have become INFAMOUS.”
I grab the barbed-wire briefcase and hold it over my head. I held it like this on Trauma, but I’m missing something to complete the picture. On Sunday, I’ll lie, cheat, and steal my way to a victory if I need to. Because no longer will I be bound by your honor, your morals. That’s for NORMAL people, and I’m not normal, like you’ve all been telling me for a year. I’m a CONTROL FREAK. And you know what a control freak does to win? ANYTHING HE WANTS!