Post by Cameron Corvis on Aug 6, 2009 23:26:58 GMT -6
I was on top of the world. When I stood on top of that ladder and looked down at Fergus, Shaddix, and Daredevil... I knew I had entered into a new chapter of my career. But in an instant, Mike Honcho took it away from me. The briefcase that awards me a title shot of my choosing was gone faster then it took to get. I sat in my living room replaying the moment when Mike Honcho walked off with the briefcase. I hadn't spoken to anyone since. Falcon was a little concerned, I hadn't seen or spoken to Spike, and haven't welcomed Rob into our faction yet. The truth was, the briefcase represented more then a future title shot. It represented so much more. The spotlight. The attention. The next step of my career. I wouldn't stop until I had it back.
"I've worked too hard..."
I arose a little bit from the couch, the television from across the room had nothing but snow on it. I was too irate to even watch anything on television. The static seemed more appealing to me.
"I've worked too long..."
Even though I my body was aching in pain from the match at Collision, I would do anything to get Mike in the ring. Waiting would only get me angrier.
"To have something I earned be taken away from me. Something that means more to me then Mike Honcho will ever know."
I don't know why Mike Honcho stole the briefcase, but he did. And I will make sure he is dealt the proper repercussions for his actions.
"I don't know Mike Honcho. I don't care to know him. What I do care about is getting my briefcase back. At Fallout I get my chance..."
It was going to be more then just a chance. It was going to be a guarantee.
"Or... I won't wait Sunday and instead search for it now. How hard would it be to find Mike Honcho?"
I reached down towards the coffee table and picked up a manila folder. In black marker, read Mike Honcho on the top.
"I have everything I need to find Mike Honcho in this folder. His past living arrangements, his favorite diners, everything."
I wasn't really sure where to start though. His file said he was from the South. The south is huge. I had to start somewhere though and if I didn't find him by Sunday... there was always the match. But that would have to be the last case scenario.
"Mike may have thought he outsmarted me. Let's keep things in perspective though. The last person to cheap shot me was Ace. What happened to him? I beat him. The same thing is going to happen with Mike Honcho. I know he has been away for awhile, but he should know better then to attack someone he knows absolutely nothing about."
Even though I had this folder littered with information, I really didn't know Mike Honcho at all.
"Let's face the facts here. For me to lose this match, it will require me to be pinned or submitted. I've said this before, it has yet to happen. And I suppose that holds true until the first time it does happen, but on Sunday.... my first time won't be happening. Mike Honcho is nothing more then a coward and I will show him what happens when you take something that belongs to someone else. I'm not sure about him, but I was raised a little better then that."
To be entirely truthful, I couldn't remember the last time I took something that didn't belong to me. I've earned everything I've gained... unlike someone like Mike Honcho.
"I have sat here over the last few days... in complete isolation wondering what I did in this life to deserve such actions. Then I remembered that the old me would sit here and weep and cry, why me? That is over now. I have climber over that hump in my life and in my career. I have to start expecting things to be taken from me. People like Mike Honcho want to take the shortcuts to get in the spotlight, instead of earning it the right way. Mike Honcho is just going to be the first in a long line of people that come after me for what I have."
I closed the folder with the information regarding Mike Honcho in it and stuffed it into a black dufflebag on the floor.
"I could sit here and count the seconds before my match at Fallout or I can do something about it now. I'm done sitting back and waiting. I hope Mike Honcho doesn't get too comfortable, because I'm coming for him."
I picked up the dufflebag. The search was on.
"Sooner rather then later."
"I've worked too hard..."
I arose a little bit from the couch, the television from across the room had nothing but snow on it. I was too irate to even watch anything on television. The static seemed more appealing to me.
"I've worked too long..."
Even though I my body was aching in pain from the match at Collision, I would do anything to get Mike in the ring. Waiting would only get me angrier.
"To have something I earned be taken away from me. Something that means more to me then Mike Honcho will ever know."
I don't know why Mike Honcho stole the briefcase, but he did. And I will make sure he is dealt the proper repercussions for his actions.
"I don't know Mike Honcho. I don't care to know him. What I do care about is getting my briefcase back. At Fallout I get my chance..."
It was going to be more then just a chance. It was going to be a guarantee.
"Or... I won't wait Sunday and instead search for it now. How hard would it be to find Mike Honcho?"
I reached down towards the coffee table and picked up a manila folder. In black marker, read Mike Honcho on the top.
"I have everything I need to find Mike Honcho in this folder. His past living arrangements, his favorite diners, everything."
I wasn't really sure where to start though. His file said he was from the South. The south is huge. I had to start somewhere though and if I didn't find him by Sunday... there was always the match. But that would have to be the last case scenario.
"Mike may have thought he outsmarted me. Let's keep things in perspective though. The last person to cheap shot me was Ace. What happened to him? I beat him. The same thing is going to happen with Mike Honcho. I know he has been away for awhile, but he should know better then to attack someone he knows absolutely nothing about."
Even though I had this folder littered with information, I really didn't know Mike Honcho at all.
"Let's face the facts here. For me to lose this match, it will require me to be pinned or submitted. I've said this before, it has yet to happen. And I suppose that holds true until the first time it does happen, but on Sunday.... my first time won't be happening. Mike Honcho is nothing more then a coward and I will show him what happens when you take something that belongs to someone else. I'm not sure about him, but I was raised a little better then that."
To be entirely truthful, I couldn't remember the last time I took something that didn't belong to me. I've earned everything I've gained... unlike someone like Mike Honcho.
"I have sat here over the last few days... in complete isolation wondering what I did in this life to deserve such actions. Then I remembered that the old me would sit here and weep and cry, why me? That is over now. I have climber over that hump in my life and in my career. I have to start expecting things to be taken from me. People like Mike Honcho want to take the shortcuts to get in the spotlight, instead of earning it the right way. Mike Honcho is just going to be the first in a long line of people that come after me for what I have."
I closed the folder with the information regarding Mike Honcho in it and stuffed it into a black dufflebag on the floor.
"I could sit here and count the seconds before my match at Fallout or I can do something about it now. I'm done sitting back and waiting. I hope Mike Honcho doesn't get too comfortable, because I'm coming for him."
I picked up the dufflebag. The search was on.
"Sooner rather then later."