Post by Demetrious Young on Apr 17, 2011 2:58:22 GMT -6
Scene opens in a completely bare arena. There is no ring set up or no entranceway set up either. The concrete floor is the centerpiece of the arena. Demetrious Young as always is sitting at the top in the highseats. He has a tight black jeans and a black "Converge" sweater on..
Demetrious: I came here tonight so that you’d know that it was just me talking to you. No camera, no lights, no ignorant Spyke ruining the show, because everything they would ask and that everyone wants to know I am about to answer here and now.
Demetrious leans out of his seat staring right into the camera.
Demetrious: See, I’ve been watching you and it seems you feel just a bit sad, just a bit overlooked. You want Demetrious Young to say your name and send direct messages to you. You want me to show some kind of concern, some kind of regard for our match. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d like for the future Honor champ to go into full fledge detail on you and our history and everything that is on the line at Sovereign. You want people to once again know and respect the name Da... well you know what your name is... I’m not going to say your names though. I will utter the name. The thing is, if I have said it once, I’ve said it a million times, and I’ve proved it a million times... Demetrious Young is no stepping stone for any man. You want people to respect and give a damn about you again, I can’t complain with that, but you will not do it at expense of me. Since coming to nCw there has been a lot on my plate. I have all the time in the world to talk about you guys and beat your ass all the way until Sovereign, but the situation stands like this...That’s quite a lot of things to deal with if I do say so myself.
Demetrious stands up and walks around the across the row of seats.
Demetrious: Nonetheless, I’ve heard you talking and I guess you think I’ve gotten complacent with myself and my career. If you think I am taking this match lightly then maybe I should, maybe you are to be taken lightly. I mean if that is how you truly feel I am going about this match. Maybe I shouldn’t put my all into this match. I mean, when you think about it, you’ve given me every reason not to take this match into great consideration. I haven’t even heard a peep out of either of you, are you guys scared, frightened? I have been in the ring day in and day out to try and prove why I should be the Honor Champion! This time there isn’t a man with no heart standing at the top of the mountain, this time there is a man who will do anything to become Champion standing at the top. You didn’t bust your ass to get there before and you didn’t bust your ass to get here just now.
Demetrious smirks and walks to the fan entrance/exit tunnel and turns around to signal the title should be around his waist . He turns back and looks at the camera.
Scene fades to commercial...
April 15, 2011.
Location: Unknown
“Come on, they must be killing himself with training right about now! Gotta get stronger, stronger, STRONGER!" Demetrious Young is in the special training facility. The temperature in the room is higher then the one outside. The lights in the room are switched to a crimson red color and the floor was slippery from Young’s sweat.
Demetrious: One hundred and ninety nine…
Young is currently wearing black sneaker, a grey pair of long pants and a white sweatshirt, and he is curling up and down both of his arms while lifting an giant 400lbs log. For the normal human being, this would mean two ripped clean from their sockets arms, but because Demetrious is used to lifting these kind of things, he only has an look of tiredness on his face. For the past few hours he has been doing nothing else, but training intensely for his big match that he is participating in. The proud wrestler sweatshirt is covered entirely in his own sweat, along with a few stains of blood, noting that he has been wearing this shirt before.
Demetrious: Come on you weak son of a bitch! You have to lift more than Johnson can! He is going to kick your ass if you aren’t ready!
Demetrious continues lifting the unapproved by any training association, even though he knows that if he continues like this he might pass out. 210… 211… 213… 214… 215!!! Demetrious Young keeps lifting and lifting, while more of his inner fluids run out from his body, not noticing that outside of the room are some other wrestlers and Giada Romio. The trio of wrestlers look worried for Young, who continues pushing his body to it’s limit.
Gangster Wrestler: Oh, bro…
Mexican Wrestler: He’s gonna kill himself if he doesn’t take an at least half an hour break. What is he thinking?
Giada: About his destiny of course! If you two only knew how much he wants to wear that title belt around his waist. Even when he sleeps he thinks about it. Poor Demetrious, if he keeps up like this then he might be in no shape to go after the other three wrestlers.
Demetrious lets go of the 400lbs log and falls down to his knees. Panting, the young man puts his hands on his knees and closes his eyes for a moment. “So… tired…” he says, feeling that at any moment he could faint… He opens his eyes though and looks up to the ceiling. “NO! I can’t afford even a little break! I have to continue training, no matter the cost! I have to become stronger than him, stronger than them! Otherwise, I will not be worthy of becoming the champion. Come on old boy, you can get up and continue!” Young slowly gets back up to a vertical base and chuckles. “There, I knew I could do it! Now back to training…” Young looks around the room, thinking what next to do. He then sees an pair of weights and walks to them. Not caring how heavy they could be, he grabs them and says:
Demetrious: Well, it’s time for the good ol’ triceps.
Without hesitation, Young goes to lift up the 300lb free weights, but he can barely bring himself to do so with his already exhausted arms. As he grasps the weights, he begins to bend his elbow while lifting his arm behind him with the usual devilish smirk on his face.
Mexican Wrestler: You know, homes, sometimes I wonder if he is human. How can anyone keep lifting anything after raising an 400lbs log up from the ground over 220 times?
Gangster Wrestler: It’s quite simple really. Just keep your mind on the match and you can do anything.
The Gangster Wrestler looks at Giada. The girlfriend of his Demetrious Young has her arms crossed while watching Young pushing himself to his limits. Back in the room, Demetrious drops the weights, after three successful Triceps pulls, not having the ability to continue. Demetrious drops down to his knees again and speaks to himself in his mind. “D… Da.. Damn it all! How will I resist from being pinned, if I can’t do even the simplest of exercises? They... they must be training like a madmen, while I am having trouble with one stupid 400lbs log and a pair of meaningless 300lbs of weights! I’m such a loser!”
Demetrious: DAMN IT ALL!!!
Demetrious pounds his fists in the steel ground in frustration that he hasn’t got any energy left to continue. He continues panting, while looking down to the forming puddle of his own sweat. His arms suddenly begin to tremble and he closes his eyes. Young suddenly faints.
Giada: Demetrious, no!
Later that day.
“DAMN IT ALL!!!”
Young sits up on his bed, covered in sweat from head to toe. Demetrious, just awakening from an nightmare. He puts his hands on the top of his head and lies back down, pressing his head on the light as a hundred of feathers pillow and remembers what happened last night.
Demetrious: Damn it, I fainted again! How am I supposed to beat them, when I can’t even keep myself up on my feet after my usual workout?
“You call 400lbs of a log usual? Are you crazy?”
Young looks to his left and sees Giada Romio lying next to him.
Demetrious: Is the second question an rhetorical one?
Giada smiles, but doesn’t laugh.
Giada: Listen honey, you might not know this, but you are a human being. You are made of flesh and blood and no one’s body is meant to withstand that training you are trying to do. If you keep doing this, you might never be able to wrestle again!
Demetrious: Listen, Giada. I don’t care what anyone says. I am not a normal human being. Yes, I am made of flesh and blood and yes, I am human… But incase you haven’t noticed, I love pain. It drives me on to continue and my little fainting incident was just a fluke. Besides, I have to train to get stronger and defeat Johson and Scorpion and become the number one contender, it’s my destiny damn it!
Giada shakes with her head.
Giada: Demetrious, not everything around the world has to do with wrestling. It’s not like it’s the most important thing in the world for you, the world title that is.
Demetrious: You’re wrong. It is the most important thing for me. If it wasn’t, then I would be able to see with two eyes, not one. I wouldn’t have so many scars on my body, I wouldn’t have any will to train as hard as I do. I would be just some mid carder who has only won the Hardcore title in his past. I would be nothing!
Giada: For cryin’ out loud, you wouldn’t be nothing. You would still have something to live for! You would have me or am I mistaking?
Demetriou's eyes widen as he looks at Giada. He nods in agreement with his head.
Demetrious: Yeah, I guess you’re right. I would still have you. You’re right, I’m gonna take a day off of training, get some rest. Goodnight baby.
Giada: Goodnight, big boy.
The couple kiss and hug as they close their eyes.
Demetrious: I came here tonight so that you’d know that it was just me talking to you. No camera, no lights, no ignorant Spyke ruining the show, because everything they would ask and that everyone wants to know I am about to answer here and now.
Demetrious leans out of his seat staring right into the camera.
Demetrious: See, I’ve been watching you and it seems you feel just a bit sad, just a bit overlooked. You want Demetrious Young to say your name and send direct messages to you. You want me to show some kind of concern, some kind of regard for our match. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d like for the future Honor champ to go into full fledge detail on you and our history and everything that is on the line at Sovereign. You want people to once again know and respect the name Da... well you know what your name is... I’m not going to say your names though. I will utter the name. The thing is, if I have said it once, I’ve said it a million times, and I’ve proved it a million times... Demetrious Young is no stepping stone for any man. You want people to respect and give a damn about you again, I can’t complain with that, but you will not do it at expense of me. Since coming to nCw there has been a lot on my plate. I have all the time in the world to talk about you guys and beat your ass all the way until Sovereign, but the situation stands like this...That’s quite a lot of things to deal with if I do say so myself.
Demetrious stands up and walks around the across the row of seats.
Demetrious: Nonetheless, I’ve heard you talking and I guess you think I’ve gotten complacent with myself and my career. If you think I am taking this match lightly then maybe I should, maybe you are to be taken lightly. I mean if that is how you truly feel I am going about this match. Maybe I shouldn’t put my all into this match. I mean, when you think about it, you’ve given me every reason not to take this match into great consideration. I haven’t even heard a peep out of either of you, are you guys scared, frightened? I have been in the ring day in and day out to try and prove why I should be the Honor Champion! This time there isn’t a man with no heart standing at the top of the mountain, this time there is a man who will do anything to become Champion standing at the top. You didn’t bust your ass to get there before and you didn’t bust your ass to get here just now.
Demetrious smirks and walks to the fan entrance/exit tunnel and turns around to signal the title should be around his waist . He turns back and looks at the camera.
Scene fades to commercial...
April 15, 2011.
Location: Unknown
“Come on, they must be killing himself with training right about now! Gotta get stronger, stronger, STRONGER!" Demetrious Young is in the special training facility. The temperature in the room is higher then the one outside. The lights in the room are switched to a crimson red color and the floor was slippery from Young’s sweat.
Demetrious: One hundred and ninety nine…
Young is currently wearing black sneaker, a grey pair of long pants and a white sweatshirt, and he is curling up and down both of his arms while lifting an giant 400lbs log. For the normal human being, this would mean two ripped clean from their sockets arms, but because Demetrious is used to lifting these kind of things, he only has an look of tiredness on his face. For the past few hours he has been doing nothing else, but training intensely for his big match that he is participating in. The proud wrestler sweatshirt is covered entirely in his own sweat, along with a few stains of blood, noting that he has been wearing this shirt before.
Demetrious: Come on you weak son of a bitch! You have to lift more than Johnson can! He is going to kick your ass if you aren’t ready!
Demetrious continues lifting the unapproved by any training association, even though he knows that if he continues like this he might pass out. 210… 211… 213… 214… 215!!! Demetrious Young keeps lifting and lifting, while more of his inner fluids run out from his body, not noticing that outside of the room are some other wrestlers and Giada Romio. The trio of wrestlers look worried for Young, who continues pushing his body to it’s limit.
Gangster Wrestler: Oh, bro…
Mexican Wrestler: He’s gonna kill himself if he doesn’t take an at least half an hour break. What is he thinking?
Giada: About his destiny of course! If you two only knew how much he wants to wear that title belt around his waist. Even when he sleeps he thinks about it. Poor Demetrious, if he keeps up like this then he might be in no shape to go after the other three wrestlers.
THUD!
Demetrious lets go of the 400lbs log and falls down to his knees. Panting, the young man puts his hands on his knees and closes his eyes for a moment. “So… tired…” he says, feeling that at any moment he could faint… He opens his eyes though and looks up to the ceiling. “NO! I can’t afford even a little break! I have to continue training, no matter the cost! I have to become stronger than him, stronger than them! Otherwise, I will not be worthy of becoming the champion. Come on old boy, you can get up and continue!” Young slowly gets back up to a vertical base and chuckles. “There, I knew I could do it! Now back to training…” Young looks around the room, thinking what next to do. He then sees an pair of weights and walks to them. Not caring how heavy they could be, he grabs them and says:
Demetrious: Well, it’s time for the good ol’ triceps.
Without hesitation, Young goes to lift up the 300lb free weights, but he can barely bring himself to do so with his already exhausted arms. As he grasps the weights, he begins to bend his elbow while lifting his arm behind him with the usual devilish smirk on his face.
Mexican Wrestler: You know, homes, sometimes I wonder if he is human. How can anyone keep lifting anything after raising an 400lbs log up from the ground over 220 times?
Gangster Wrestler: It’s quite simple really. Just keep your mind on the match and you can do anything.
The Gangster Wrestler looks at Giada. The girlfriend of his Demetrious Young has her arms crossed while watching Young pushing himself to his limits. Back in the room, Demetrious drops the weights, after three successful Triceps pulls, not having the ability to continue. Demetrious drops down to his knees again and speaks to himself in his mind. “D… Da.. Damn it all! How will I resist from being pinned, if I can’t do even the simplest of exercises? They... they must be training like a madmen, while I am having trouble with one stupid 400lbs log and a pair of meaningless 300lbs of weights! I’m such a loser!”
Demetrious: DAMN IT ALL!!!
Demetrious pounds his fists in the steel ground in frustration that he hasn’t got any energy left to continue. He continues panting, while looking down to the forming puddle of his own sweat. His arms suddenly begin to tremble and he closes his eyes. Young suddenly faints.
Giada: Demetrious, no!
Later that day.
“DAMN IT ALL!!!”
Young sits up on his bed, covered in sweat from head to toe. Demetrious, just awakening from an nightmare. He puts his hands on the top of his head and lies back down, pressing his head on the light as a hundred of feathers pillow and remembers what happened last night.
Demetrious: Damn it, I fainted again! How am I supposed to beat them, when I can’t even keep myself up on my feet after my usual workout?
“You call 400lbs of a log usual? Are you crazy?”
Young looks to his left and sees Giada Romio lying next to him.
Demetrious: Is the second question an rhetorical one?
Giada smiles, but doesn’t laugh.
Giada: Listen honey, you might not know this, but you are a human being. You are made of flesh and blood and no one’s body is meant to withstand that training you are trying to do. If you keep doing this, you might never be able to wrestle again!
Demetrious: Listen, Giada. I don’t care what anyone says. I am not a normal human being. Yes, I am made of flesh and blood and yes, I am human… But incase you haven’t noticed, I love pain. It drives me on to continue and my little fainting incident was just a fluke. Besides, I have to train to get stronger and defeat Johson and Scorpion and become the number one contender, it’s my destiny damn it!
Giada shakes with her head.
Giada: Demetrious, not everything around the world has to do with wrestling. It’s not like it’s the most important thing in the world for you, the world title that is.
Demetrious: You’re wrong. It is the most important thing for me. If it wasn’t, then I would be able to see with two eyes, not one. I wouldn’t have so many scars on my body, I wouldn’t have any will to train as hard as I do. I would be just some mid carder who has only won the Hardcore title in his past. I would be nothing!
Giada: For cryin’ out loud, you wouldn’t be nothing. You would still have something to live for! You would have me or am I mistaking?
Demetriou's eyes widen as he looks at Giada. He nods in agreement with his head.
Demetrious: Yeah, I guess you’re right. I would still have you. You’re right, I’m gonna take a day off of training, get some rest. Goodnight baby.
Giada: Goodnight, big boy.
The couple kiss and hug as they close their eyes.