Post by Alex Jones on Jun 3, 2010 19:59:14 GMT -6
Her touch is soft and loving. I feel her hand slowly caress my head, her fingers intertwining with my hair. My head resting on her naked stomach, I almost drift off to sleep, this is my heaven, my salvation. I pull myself up as my lips meet hers, a wave of happiness and contentment runs over me. I pull away and stare into her eyes....
“I love you Shelly”
Then...I wake up.....A cold sweat runs over my body, I look next to me in my king sized bed and nothing. I’m alone. I try to breathe deep and calm myself, my heart racing. A sigh escapes my lips as I lay back down, my hand running through my own sweat soaked hair. Time to rest now...I have a big day ahead of me....
A few hours later the sun hits my face, I stand outside my home and smile, the weather is warming up, I slide my hands into the pockets of my jeans and lean back against the hard brick wall.
“It seems Mr Stefan Rzany has started his campaign as well. Primarily focusing on Freakke first. It also seems he’s trying to leave his past behind and start new. And while I can’t blame him the truth is even he has to realise that he can’t run from it. Your past will always catch up with you Stefan. It will always be there. It will hang over you Stefan, when you wake up in the morning and look in the mirror, when a child stops you on the street, it will always remind you and always be there. You’ve changed your name, you could change your look but you can never...never...change your past. “
“I’ve tried to run and escape from mine. But the more I think about it the more I realise that our lives for better or worse are always there. We can move on, live lives of seclusion, but the memory is always around us. But these are my personal opinions about your life choices. I have to move on to what this is really about. The X-Division title and our impending match on Sunday. You see Stefan for years I fought and clawed for everything, like every guy to step in the ring I put everything on the line, then when I lost it all I took a step back and left, after I returned I decided to reclaim something that was lost to me and it was also something that started my glory...”
“The X-Division title. I won the belt and then I became a star, it was the moment everyone in NCW stood up and took notice of the kid from “that” other company. I stand here now and see others from that same company becoming huge stars, and it makes me laugh because I was one of the best there and now, we’re becoming the best here. But I was here making a name for myself before that, and that name started with the X-Division title. Because I won that title and defended it against all comers my stock in this company rose and suddenly I was in the limelight and I got my shot at Adam Knite for the NCW world title getting screwed in the process. You’ve been to the mountain top Stefan, you’ve been champion, you know the feeling better than all of us. That’s what I have in my future, that is my true destiny and the reason I came back. But I’m not ready to give up my piece of gold yet...not by a long shot...”
I smile to myself and walk forward sitting on the step out the front of my home, I let my hands rest on my knees as let out a small laugh.
“And it seems a lot of fans have responded, the prediction polls on NCW.com as of right now I have the most votes by a small margin. Yourself, Shawn Styles and me are looked on as the most likely winners with Freakke getting overlooked. I’m not overlooking anybody. Not Freakke, Not Shawn Styles and certainly not you. I’m a fighting champion and would gladly defend my title against anybody at any time. But then again maybe I’m just blowing smoke here. Maybe we’re all mistaken and you truly believe you’re not Lance Ryan. But if you’re going to act like a child or an amnesia patient then I guess I’ll treat you like I would any other rookie punk. It’s a shame for you because if you were who we all thought you were I would have treated you with respect and honor. But since you’re “new” here I guess it’s my mistake...”
“Stefan is too inexperienced to face me. Stefan may be impressive but he doesn’t have the necessary ring time to beat me...Lance Ryan would. But you’re not him right Stefan?....you’re just some new guy right?. Well then if that’s true...you have no chance. If you are right and both Shawn and Freakke have no chance of facing me at the end then I am pretty much assured victory. Out of the two “rookies” in this match I believe Shawn is the more impressive one. After all, you’re just a “rookie” right Stefan?. Two matches into your NCW career right?. ...”
I shake my head and laugh, the absurdity of the situation not lost on me by any means....
“But after taking so much time speaking about Lance Ry-, I’m sorry Stefan Rzany, I should really address something about Freakke. Stefan seems to believe I was scared of freakke. I’m not scared of freakke, I’m scared of CLOWNS. And that is exactly what Freakke is, in more ways than one. It seems that Mr Max Factor is somehow under the impression that he can and will beat me. I called you out Freakke, I reminded you on what I’ve done in NCW as opposed to what you’ve done, or rather the lack of anything meaningful in your NCW career.”
“I called you out and the only thing you had in reply is to call me a miserable duck. What is your fascination with ducks?. And why exactly do you insist on not saying anything remotely intelligent?, Freakke, you may be completely insane, you may be a destructive messed up human being you paints his face, but I’m a WRESTLER. You can paint yourself up all you want, in the end I’m still going to out wrestle you, submit you or beat your brains in if and it’s a big IF you’re lucky enough to get through to face me...”
“I have my doubts, after all the greatest thing you’ve done is get embarrassed by Rob Diamond. Another guy who is out of your league. This is my first title defence Freakke and if you think I’m going to sit back and let anyone take it from me you’ve got another thing comin’ pal. I told the world that one of my goals was to rebuild the X-Division into what it once was and I can’t do that by losing to you, Stefan or Shawn. So I’ll be bringing everything I am and putting it into this match. My heart, my soul, my entire being Freakke. And if you do end up beating me, which is doubtful, at least I’ll know I did everything I could to come out on top and the better man really did win.”
I smile to myself and stand back up leaning against the door of my home looking to the sky.
“But at least you care Freakke. At least you have that desire. One man in this match clearly doesn’t. Shawn Styles. Now here is a bit of a problem. See Shawn is an impressive young rookie. I would have been excited to possibly face him but it seems he doesn’t even care about this match enough to join in our pre-match trash talking shenanigans. Shawn if you can see this, we’re all very disappointed in you. But then again maybe we’re being too harsh. Maybe you’re just training hard for this match. Maybe you do care about the NCW X-Division title. But if you don’t decide to open your mouth and say something to show us you give a damn, I’m just going to bitch slap the taste out of your mouth till you do, that is of course IF you get to the end and face me.”
“I’ve seen what you can do Shawn, I’ve seen how good you are. But unfortunately for you I’m not as impressed with everyone else. You have no honor and you respect no one but yourself. So if you do get to face me you better believe I’ll take the opportunity to beat some respect into you....”
“It’s just what I do....now If you’ll excuse me I have to go prepare for my flight....”
I stand up to go inside, something stops me, I turn around to see a familiar car parked outside my home. I narrow m7y eyes to look into the driver’s seat. It’s her.....
“SHELLY!”
I take off running, the car pulls off and speeds away, I stake on after it down the street, I have to see her, I just have to, my heart is pounding hard. I grab the handle of the back door and fling it open, slowly the car slows down, I run to the front and rip open the door. I smile and get down on one knee.
“It seems we need to talk....and I mean talk....not what we usually do....”
I take her hand as the scene fades.....
“I love you Shelly”
Then...I wake up.....A cold sweat runs over my body, I look next to me in my king sized bed and nothing. I’m alone. I try to breathe deep and calm myself, my heart racing. A sigh escapes my lips as I lay back down, my hand running through my own sweat soaked hair. Time to rest now...I have a big day ahead of me....
A few hours later the sun hits my face, I stand outside my home and smile, the weather is warming up, I slide my hands into the pockets of my jeans and lean back against the hard brick wall.
“It seems Mr Stefan Rzany has started his campaign as well. Primarily focusing on Freakke first. It also seems he’s trying to leave his past behind and start new. And while I can’t blame him the truth is even he has to realise that he can’t run from it. Your past will always catch up with you Stefan. It will always be there. It will hang over you Stefan, when you wake up in the morning and look in the mirror, when a child stops you on the street, it will always remind you and always be there. You’ve changed your name, you could change your look but you can never...never...change your past. “
“I’ve tried to run and escape from mine. But the more I think about it the more I realise that our lives for better or worse are always there. We can move on, live lives of seclusion, but the memory is always around us. But these are my personal opinions about your life choices. I have to move on to what this is really about. The X-Division title and our impending match on Sunday. You see Stefan for years I fought and clawed for everything, like every guy to step in the ring I put everything on the line, then when I lost it all I took a step back and left, after I returned I decided to reclaim something that was lost to me and it was also something that started my glory...”
“The X-Division title. I won the belt and then I became a star, it was the moment everyone in NCW stood up and took notice of the kid from “that” other company. I stand here now and see others from that same company becoming huge stars, and it makes me laugh because I was one of the best there and now, we’re becoming the best here. But I was here making a name for myself before that, and that name started with the X-Division title. Because I won that title and defended it against all comers my stock in this company rose and suddenly I was in the limelight and I got my shot at Adam Knite for the NCW world title getting screwed in the process. You’ve been to the mountain top Stefan, you’ve been champion, you know the feeling better than all of us. That’s what I have in my future, that is my true destiny and the reason I came back. But I’m not ready to give up my piece of gold yet...not by a long shot...”
I smile to myself and walk forward sitting on the step out the front of my home, I let my hands rest on my knees as let out a small laugh.
“And it seems a lot of fans have responded, the prediction polls on NCW.com as of right now I have the most votes by a small margin. Yourself, Shawn Styles and me are looked on as the most likely winners with Freakke getting overlooked. I’m not overlooking anybody. Not Freakke, Not Shawn Styles and certainly not you. I’m a fighting champion and would gladly defend my title against anybody at any time. But then again maybe I’m just blowing smoke here. Maybe we’re all mistaken and you truly believe you’re not Lance Ryan. But if you’re going to act like a child or an amnesia patient then I guess I’ll treat you like I would any other rookie punk. It’s a shame for you because if you were who we all thought you were I would have treated you with respect and honor. But since you’re “new” here I guess it’s my mistake...”
“Stefan is too inexperienced to face me. Stefan may be impressive but he doesn’t have the necessary ring time to beat me...Lance Ryan would. But you’re not him right Stefan?....you’re just some new guy right?. Well then if that’s true...you have no chance. If you are right and both Shawn and Freakke have no chance of facing me at the end then I am pretty much assured victory. Out of the two “rookies” in this match I believe Shawn is the more impressive one. After all, you’re just a “rookie” right Stefan?. Two matches into your NCW career right?. ...”
I shake my head and laugh, the absurdity of the situation not lost on me by any means....
“But after taking so much time speaking about Lance Ry-, I’m sorry Stefan Rzany, I should really address something about Freakke. Stefan seems to believe I was scared of freakke. I’m not scared of freakke, I’m scared of CLOWNS. And that is exactly what Freakke is, in more ways than one. It seems that Mr Max Factor is somehow under the impression that he can and will beat me. I called you out Freakke, I reminded you on what I’ve done in NCW as opposed to what you’ve done, or rather the lack of anything meaningful in your NCW career.”
“I called you out and the only thing you had in reply is to call me a miserable duck. What is your fascination with ducks?. And why exactly do you insist on not saying anything remotely intelligent?, Freakke, you may be completely insane, you may be a destructive messed up human being you paints his face, but I’m a WRESTLER. You can paint yourself up all you want, in the end I’m still going to out wrestle you, submit you or beat your brains in if and it’s a big IF you’re lucky enough to get through to face me...”
“I have my doubts, after all the greatest thing you’ve done is get embarrassed by Rob Diamond. Another guy who is out of your league. This is my first title defence Freakke and if you think I’m going to sit back and let anyone take it from me you’ve got another thing comin’ pal. I told the world that one of my goals was to rebuild the X-Division into what it once was and I can’t do that by losing to you, Stefan or Shawn. So I’ll be bringing everything I am and putting it into this match. My heart, my soul, my entire being Freakke. And if you do end up beating me, which is doubtful, at least I’ll know I did everything I could to come out on top and the better man really did win.”
I smile to myself and stand back up leaning against the door of my home looking to the sky.
“But at least you care Freakke. At least you have that desire. One man in this match clearly doesn’t. Shawn Styles. Now here is a bit of a problem. See Shawn is an impressive young rookie. I would have been excited to possibly face him but it seems he doesn’t even care about this match enough to join in our pre-match trash talking shenanigans. Shawn if you can see this, we’re all very disappointed in you. But then again maybe we’re being too harsh. Maybe you’re just training hard for this match. Maybe you do care about the NCW X-Division title. But if you don’t decide to open your mouth and say something to show us you give a damn, I’m just going to bitch slap the taste out of your mouth till you do, that is of course IF you get to the end and face me.”
“I’ve seen what you can do Shawn, I’ve seen how good you are. But unfortunately for you I’m not as impressed with everyone else. You have no honor and you respect no one but yourself. So if you do get to face me you better believe I’ll take the opportunity to beat some respect into you....”
“It’s just what I do....now If you’ll excuse me I have to go prepare for my flight....”
I stand up to go inside, something stops me, I turn around to see a familiar car parked outside my home. I narrow m7y eyes to look into the driver’s seat. It’s her.....
“SHELLY!”
I take off running, the car pulls off and speeds away, I stake on after it down the street, I have to see her, I just have to, my heart is pounding hard. I grab the handle of the back door and fling it open, slowly the car slows down, I run to the front and rip open the door. I smile and get down on one knee.
“It seems we need to talk....and I mean talk....not what we usually do....”
I take her hand as the scene fades.....