Post by Rated R on Sept 3, 2009 13:44:25 GMT -5
Taken from the journal of Trace Demon:
They doubt me, they always have, I realize that now. That is what comes with being the boss, with being the man with the power. They all thought that I’ve lost what makes me great, what makes me a winner, what guided me to winning the National Championship, what guided me to becoming a dominant force in the WFWF.
But I proved them wrong.
At Survival of the Fittest I proved them all wrong, I beat some of the best to win the Survival of the Fittest tournament and I did it without the help of anyone. I proved that I am just as ruthless and vicious as I have always been and now there should be no doubt what I am capable of.
But now I am faced with DGX, a man who has finally stepped out from the shadow of the Anointed, who has proven that he can get the job done on his own.
A man who is just as disgusting as all the others.
Everybody, every single person in the world is only interested in their own goals. Even those who do things in the name of god do so because they are scared of being struck down. They do things to help themselves, some are just afraid to admit it. DGX is just like them, he only looks out for himself, regardless of who gets hurt along the way. But he won’t admit to that, and that is what makes his worse that those who are open about it, like myself.
I have seen the true face of humanity, and it caused me to turn away in disgust.
Everything’s dark.
Wait, why’s it so dark? Am I dead? Blind? Or worse?
What could be worse than being?
I’m not entirely sure.
Wait, who am I talking to?
Yourself obviously.
Well that just isn’t right.
Well it’s you doing it.
True.
Male Voice: Yeah, he’s free to go. Nobody is pressing any charges.
The voices are faint and I can barely hear them against the loud buzzing in my head, or the chit chat between myself and... myself.
Female Voice: Thank you officer.
Oh that’s right. The Police station. Since when did having a few bottles of scotch, climbing onto the hood of a police car and relieving yourself become a drunk and disorderly charge? I mean what’s the world coming to when you can’t take a damn piss on a police car’s windscreen without the police officer’s inside getting out and arresting you?
I tell you, if that’s the world we live in then I don’t want to be here.
I’m lifted from whatever I’m sitting on (please let it me a seat) and helped outside where the fresh air seems to form a fist and punch me in the face. It could be the alcohol or it could be the elements ganging up one me. Yeah, definitely the second one. I am promptly shoved into what I’m hoping is the back of a car. Moments later I’m out of it again.
That female voice from earlier: So is there a reason why I’m still down as your emergency contact?
It’s the morning after the night before, whatever that means, and I’m sitting on a girl’s couch inside her front room. That girl in question is my ex girlfriend – Alexa and that front room used to belong to both of us. Alexa is the only woman capable of putting up with all the craziness I bring to the table for two long years and trust me, I bring a lot of craziness.
The good kind of crazy though. Let’s make the clear.
It’s a good question though, why did I never remove her from my wallet’s emergency contact slot? Could it be because I still harbour some deep emotional love for her that I haven’t been able to express through words? Or maybe it’s because she’s the only person in this whole damn world I can trust. Maybe it’s because I just wanted to see her again.
Screw all that, I’m no emotional wreck.
Trace Demon: I’ve been busy, never got around to it. I do have a very important job you know.
Alexa Monroe: Of course, the wrestling business. How exactly is that going for you?
She hands me a cup of coffee – black, one sugar. Exactly how I like it. After spending six months of living together with her handing me the exact same coffee every morning I guess old habits die hard. I look at her. She hasn’t changed a bit in the three months we’ve been apart. Still the same shoulder length brown hair, the same endless blue eyes and the exact same smile, as kind and beautiful as the day I met her in the coffee shop.
God that coffee shop served some bad coffee.
Trace Demon: Haven’t you heard, I’m both the boss and a big star now. I'm moving up in the world. Got a big title match coming up this week, and another at the pay per view.
Alexa Monroe: You sure that isn’t just corporate kick back?
I laugh. I shouldn’t but I can’t help it. It's odd to think that when we were together I was the screw up who hated all forms of authority. Now I'm one of those very same people that I hated.
Trace Demon: You should know I wouldn’t do that. Guess I’ve still got that whole every man mentality drilled into my head; give everyone a chance even if they’re a complete jackass. And trust me, there are a lot of jackasses where I work.
She smiles at me and I take a small sip out of the cup. God that’s good coffee. Mother always told me the mark of a good woman is how she makes her coffee.
No wait, mother always told me I wouldn’t amount to anything and that I should just give up and become an office drone.
God I hated that woman.
Alexa Monroe: So this match, it’s important?
Trace Demon: Well it's against two of the best in the business, two men who I need to beat to prove myself capable of taking the world title. Two men who embody everything that is wrong with the business. Two cocky, arrogant asses who I'd love to show up.
Alexa Monroe: So these guys, you don't like them.
I laugh. That would most certainly be an understatement. I'd love to say I hated them, I really would because then that would make my reasoning for wanting them hurt so much more understandable, but I don't. I don't hate DGX or EBR but I hate what they represent, what they embody. They want to run things for their own personal greed. Me, I could care less about that, I just love to wrestle the top guys in the business. But if I have to hurt or even take out DGX and EBR to do that then I'm going to do everything in my power to do so.
Trace Demon: Lets just say they're not my favorite people in the world. Plus I could also add another title to my trophy cabinet, doesn’t get much more important than that I guess.
Alexa Monroe: You guess?
Psychoanalysis here I come.
Trace Demon: I don’t really know anymore. The thrill of it, that’s what has always really got my heart beating about wrestling. Being in the ring, the crowd on the edge of their seats. The excitement and the danger of it all. That’s what I find important about the sport, the entire reason I still get into that ring. The title’s... I guess they’re just a bonus.
An awkward silence fills the room. Alexa isn’t sure what to say, she never has been that interested in wrestling and I suppose I can’t blame her. It isn’t exactly a safe sport. Every time I enter that ring there’s a chance I could come out hurt.This awkward silence is getting uncomfortable. I lean back in the seat and stare at the wall when a thought pops into my head.
Trace Demon: So you really haven’t decorated this place at all in the past three months?
Alexa Monroe: Guess I was just too busy. We've all got jobs you know.
Damn her sarcasm and quick wit.
I glance around what used to be our home. Same giant television, same state of the ark kitchen complete with washer dryer combo, although why I ever put that in the kitchen is beyond me. Same carpet, exact same wallpaper. It’s like being taken back in a time machine to the best time of my life, and then someone comes along and rubs my face in the fact that I don’t have it anymore. Hence my hatred for time travellers.
Alexa Monroe: Hey, you don’t still write in that stupid journal of yours when you get drunk do you?
Trace Demon: Of course not. Who's stupid enough to do something like that.
Lies!
Trace Demon: And it wasn't a journal, it’s a thought tracker.
More Lies!
Alexa Monroe: Whatever you want to call it, it’s still really weird.
Trace Demon: You come to me after three bottles of scotch and tell me you don’t think of a few weird things you’d like to remember in the morning, and then we can talk.
Alexa Monroe: That was always your problem, not mine.
Trace Demon: What are you talking about?
She sighs and places her head on her hands looking at me. This is not going to be good, I can feel it.
Alexa Monroe: Why do you think we broke up in the first place?
Oh my god, this must be a trick question. How am I meant to remember something that happened so long ago?
It was only three months ago.
Shut up you or me or whoever you are.
Alexa Monroe: It was because of the drink.
Trace Demon: I’ve never had a drinking problem.
Alexa Monroe: You were drunk last night when I picked you up from the police station.
Trace Demon: There’s a difference between being drunk and being a drunk.
How can anyone accuse me of such a thing? If I was a medieval king there’d be a head on a pole right now sending a warning to all my enemies that such talk shall not be tolerated. Sadly this isn’t medieval times and beheading is kind of a crime.
Alexa Monroe: Are you serious? Everything was great and then you have some family problems and started hitting the drink every night.
Trace Demon: My father hung himself! I was depressed.
Alexa Monroe: You hated your father!
Trace Demon: Well yeah, but I was depressed that I hadn’t tied the rope around his throat myself.
Something like that would usually shock a person, but I’ve said plenty of bad things about my family before, and Alexa has heard the worse of it. It does make me wonder why I haven’t been shipped off to some psychiatric clinic yet. God knows there's enough stuff in my past to justify it.
Alexa Monroe: Just leave.
I get out of my seat and place the coffee on the table in front. The table I paid for. Alexa follows me to the door. If this was any other woman I’d be happy to walk out the door but it isn’t. This one’s complicated and enthusiastic and sweet and sexy and beautiful and everything right in the world.
Trace Demon: I’m not leaving, not until you admit that you still have feelings for me.
She doesn’t say anything, instead just looks away from me and stares at the ground. I hold her cheek in my hand and lift her face so that I can see her eyes, full of confusion of what to do next. Before I know what I’m doing we’re kissing, a mess of limbs and clothes. I move my hand up to her...
--- The following scene has been omitted due to being smoking hot. Yeah, it’s that hot, just think about it for a minute. It’ll bring a smile to your face. Or maybe not, if that's not your kind of thing. ---
Trace Demon: Well that was... interesting.
We’re lying in the bed that I paid for, Alexa ‘s head placed under my own resting on my chest. Her hair smells like lavender, whatever lavender smells like. I'm a man and men certainly don't know the smell of lavender. It's strange, being here again. I guess three months can change someone's perspective, make them realize what is important in life.
Alexa Monroe: Interesting isn’t the word I’d use.
There’s a knock on the door and someone shouts Alexa’s name. Whoever it is had better watch out, they just broke the only perfect moment of my life. If this moment was a person I would marry it and have a load of little moments with it. Then I'd probably find a better moment and have an affair because that's just the kind of guy I am.
Trace Demon: Who’s that?
Please don’t me a boyfriend, please don’t be a boyfriend.
Alexa Monroe: That would be my boyfriend.
Ah crap.
Alexa Monroe: I can’t honestly believe you did that. Oh wait, yes I can, because your an ass.
Trace Demon: What?
Alexa Monroe: Um, how about punching out my boyfriend when he caught us in bed together?
We’re driving back from the hospital. Apparently I can punch pretty hard Hard enough to break a man’s nose and jaw anyway. Either that or his face is really weak. I can’t say it didn’t feel good.
Trace Demon: He attacked me first. Not my fault he can’t take a punch.
Alexa Monroe: You didn’t have to hit him so hard.
I sigh. It’s a loud sigh, a really loud sigh. A sigh with a lot of frustration behind it. You get the picture. It’s a pretty powerful and dramatic sigh. It's a better sigh than DGX or EBR could do. It's like the perfect sigh. If I could I would marry this sigh... wait, I'm not going there again.
Trace Demon: So what now?
Now she sighs. It’s not as great as my sigh though. My sigh just plain ruled. But it's still probably a better sigh than DGX or EBR could produce.
Alexa Monroe: If you promise to get help then we’ll see how things go.
Trace Demon: Help?
Alexa Monroe: I was thinking Alcoholics Anonymous.
See, and there I was thinking things were finally starting to pick up.
Trace Demon: Are you serious? Can you imagine me sitting in a circle with a bunch of drunks with no jobs.
Alexa Monroe: Your a drunk.
Trace Demon: Maybe, but I make it look good.
Alexa Monroe: Those are the terms.
Damn it. Damn it a million times over. I’d write that many damn it's out but it’d just look stupid.
Trace Demon: Fine. I’ll go to one meeting and when you realize how stupid it is then we’ll agree that your wrong and I’m god.
Alexa Monroe: God?
Trace Demon: Yes, God.
Alexa Monroe: So, back to mine?
See, God’s got nothing on me. I'm smooth.
Trace Demon: How about back to ours?
Alexa Monroe: hmm, we’ll see how it goes.
They doubt me, they always have, I realize that now. That is what comes with being the boss, with being the man with the power. They all thought that I’ve lost what makes me great, what makes me a winner, what guided me to winning the National Championship, what guided me to becoming a dominant force in the WFWF.
But I proved them wrong.
At Survival of the Fittest I proved them all wrong, I beat some of the best to win the Survival of the Fittest tournament and I did it without the help of anyone. I proved that I am just as ruthless and vicious as I have always been and now there should be no doubt what I am capable of.
But now I am faced with DGX, a man who has finally stepped out from the shadow of the Anointed, who has proven that he can get the job done on his own.
A man who is just as disgusting as all the others.
Everybody, every single person in the world is only interested in their own goals. Even those who do things in the name of god do so because they are scared of being struck down. They do things to help themselves, some are just afraid to admit it. DGX is just like them, he only looks out for himself, regardless of who gets hurt along the way. But he won’t admit to that, and that is what makes his worse that those who are open about it, like myself.
I have seen the true face of humanity, and it caused me to turn away in disgust.
Everything’s dark.
Wait, why’s it so dark? Am I dead? Blind? Or worse?
What could be worse than being?
I’m not entirely sure.
Wait, who am I talking to?
Yourself obviously.
Well that just isn’t right.
Well it’s you doing it.
True.
Male Voice: Yeah, he’s free to go. Nobody is pressing any charges.
The voices are faint and I can barely hear them against the loud buzzing in my head, or the chit chat between myself and... myself.
Female Voice: Thank you officer.
Oh that’s right. The Police station. Since when did having a few bottles of scotch, climbing onto the hood of a police car and relieving yourself become a drunk and disorderly charge? I mean what’s the world coming to when you can’t take a damn piss on a police car’s windscreen without the police officer’s inside getting out and arresting you?
I tell you, if that’s the world we live in then I don’t want to be here.
I’m lifted from whatever I’m sitting on (please let it me a seat) and helped outside where the fresh air seems to form a fist and punch me in the face. It could be the alcohol or it could be the elements ganging up one me. Yeah, definitely the second one. I am promptly shoved into what I’m hoping is the back of a car. Moments later I’m out of it again.
That female voice from earlier: So is there a reason why I’m still down as your emergency contact?
It’s the morning after the night before, whatever that means, and I’m sitting on a girl’s couch inside her front room. That girl in question is my ex girlfriend – Alexa and that front room used to belong to both of us. Alexa is the only woman capable of putting up with all the craziness I bring to the table for two long years and trust me, I bring a lot of craziness.
The good kind of crazy though. Let’s make the clear.
It’s a good question though, why did I never remove her from my wallet’s emergency contact slot? Could it be because I still harbour some deep emotional love for her that I haven’t been able to express through words? Or maybe it’s because she’s the only person in this whole damn world I can trust. Maybe it’s because I just wanted to see her again.
Screw all that, I’m no emotional wreck.
Trace Demon: I’ve been busy, never got around to it. I do have a very important job you know.
Alexa Monroe: Of course, the wrestling business. How exactly is that going for you?
She hands me a cup of coffee – black, one sugar. Exactly how I like it. After spending six months of living together with her handing me the exact same coffee every morning I guess old habits die hard. I look at her. She hasn’t changed a bit in the three months we’ve been apart. Still the same shoulder length brown hair, the same endless blue eyes and the exact same smile, as kind and beautiful as the day I met her in the coffee shop.
God that coffee shop served some bad coffee.
Trace Demon: Haven’t you heard, I’m both the boss and a big star now. I'm moving up in the world. Got a big title match coming up this week, and another at the pay per view.
Alexa Monroe: You sure that isn’t just corporate kick back?
I laugh. I shouldn’t but I can’t help it. It's odd to think that when we were together I was the screw up who hated all forms of authority. Now I'm one of those very same people that I hated.
Trace Demon: You should know I wouldn’t do that. Guess I’ve still got that whole every man mentality drilled into my head; give everyone a chance even if they’re a complete jackass. And trust me, there are a lot of jackasses where I work.
She smiles at me and I take a small sip out of the cup. God that’s good coffee. Mother always told me the mark of a good woman is how she makes her coffee.
No wait, mother always told me I wouldn’t amount to anything and that I should just give up and become an office drone.
God I hated that woman.
Alexa Monroe: So this match, it’s important?
Trace Demon: Well it's against two of the best in the business, two men who I need to beat to prove myself capable of taking the world title. Two men who embody everything that is wrong with the business. Two cocky, arrogant asses who I'd love to show up.
Alexa Monroe: So these guys, you don't like them.
I laugh. That would most certainly be an understatement. I'd love to say I hated them, I really would because then that would make my reasoning for wanting them hurt so much more understandable, but I don't. I don't hate DGX or EBR but I hate what they represent, what they embody. They want to run things for their own personal greed. Me, I could care less about that, I just love to wrestle the top guys in the business. But if I have to hurt or even take out DGX and EBR to do that then I'm going to do everything in my power to do so.
Trace Demon: Lets just say they're not my favorite people in the world. Plus I could also add another title to my trophy cabinet, doesn’t get much more important than that I guess.
Alexa Monroe: You guess?
Psychoanalysis here I come.
Trace Demon: I don’t really know anymore. The thrill of it, that’s what has always really got my heart beating about wrestling. Being in the ring, the crowd on the edge of their seats. The excitement and the danger of it all. That’s what I find important about the sport, the entire reason I still get into that ring. The title’s... I guess they’re just a bonus.
An awkward silence fills the room. Alexa isn’t sure what to say, she never has been that interested in wrestling and I suppose I can’t blame her. It isn’t exactly a safe sport. Every time I enter that ring there’s a chance I could come out hurt.This awkward silence is getting uncomfortable. I lean back in the seat and stare at the wall when a thought pops into my head.
Trace Demon: So you really haven’t decorated this place at all in the past three months?
Alexa Monroe: Guess I was just too busy. We've all got jobs you know.
Damn her sarcasm and quick wit.
I glance around what used to be our home. Same giant television, same state of the ark kitchen complete with washer dryer combo, although why I ever put that in the kitchen is beyond me. Same carpet, exact same wallpaper. It’s like being taken back in a time machine to the best time of my life, and then someone comes along and rubs my face in the fact that I don’t have it anymore. Hence my hatred for time travellers.
Alexa Monroe: Hey, you don’t still write in that stupid journal of yours when you get drunk do you?
Trace Demon: Of course not. Who's stupid enough to do something like that.
Lies!
Trace Demon: And it wasn't a journal, it’s a thought tracker.
More Lies!
Alexa Monroe: Whatever you want to call it, it’s still really weird.
Trace Demon: You come to me after three bottles of scotch and tell me you don’t think of a few weird things you’d like to remember in the morning, and then we can talk.
Alexa Monroe: That was always your problem, not mine.
Trace Demon: What are you talking about?
She sighs and places her head on her hands looking at me. This is not going to be good, I can feel it.
Alexa Monroe: Why do you think we broke up in the first place?
Oh my god, this must be a trick question. How am I meant to remember something that happened so long ago?
It was only three months ago.
Shut up you or me or whoever you are.
Alexa Monroe: It was because of the drink.
Trace Demon: I’ve never had a drinking problem.
Alexa Monroe: You were drunk last night when I picked you up from the police station.
Trace Demon: There’s a difference between being drunk and being a drunk.
How can anyone accuse me of such a thing? If I was a medieval king there’d be a head on a pole right now sending a warning to all my enemies that such talk shall not be tolerated. Sadly this isn’t medieval times and beheading is kind of a crime.
Alexa Monroe: Are you serious? Everything was great and then you have some family problems and started hitting the drink every night.
Trace Demon: My father hung himself! I was depressed.
Alexa Monroe: You hated your father!
Trace Demon: Well yeah, but I was depressed that I hadn’t tied the rope around his throat myself.
Something like that would usually shock a person, but I’ve said plenty of bad things about my family before, and Alexa has heard the worse of it. It does make me wonder why I haven’t been shipped off to some psychiatric clinic yet. God knows there's enough stuff in my past to justify it.
Alexa Monroe: Just leave.
I get out of my seat and place the coffee on the table in front. The table I paid for. Alexa follows me to the door. If this was any other woman I’d be happy to walk out the door but it isn’t. This one’s complicated and enthusiastic and sweet and sexy and beautiful and everything right in the world.
Trace Demon: I’m not leaving, not until you admit that you still have feelings for me.
She doesn’t say anything, instead just looks away from me and stares at the ground. I hold her cheek in my hand and lift her face so that I can see her eyes, full of confusion of what to do next. Before I know what I’m doing we’re kissing, a mess of limbs and clothes. I move my hand up to her...
--- The following scene has been omitted due to being smoking hot. Yeah, it’s that hot, just think about it for a minute. It’ll bring a smile to your face. Or maybe not, if that's not your kind of thing. ---
Trace Demon: Well that was... interesting.
We’re lying in the bed that I paid for, Alexa ‘s head placed under my own resting on my chest. Her hair smells like lavender, whatever lavender smells like. I'm a man and men certainly don't know the smell of lavender. It's strange, being here again. I guess three months can change someone's perspective, make them realize what is important in life.
Alexa Monroe: Interesting isn’t the word I’d use.
There’s a knock on the door and someone shouts Alexa’s name. Whoever it is had better watch out, they just broke the only perfect moment of my life. If this moment was a person I would marry it and have a load of little moments with it. Then I'd probably find a better moment and have an affair because that's just the kind of guy I am.
Trace Demon: Who’s that?
Please don’t me a boyfriend, please don’t be a boyfriend.
Alexa Monroe: That would be my boyfriend.
Ah crap.
Alexa Monroe: I can’t honestly believe you did that. Oh wait, yes I can, because your an ass.
Trace Demon: What?
Alexa Monroe: Um, how about punching out my boyfriend when he caught us in bed together?
We’re driving back from the hospital. Apparently I can punch pretty hard Hard enough to break a man’s nose and jaw anyway. Either that or his face is really weak. I can’t say it didn’t feel good.
Trace Demon: He attacked me first. Not my fault he can’t take a punch.
Alexa Monroe: You didn’t have to hit him so hard.
I sigh. It’s a loud sigh, a really loud sigh. A sigh with a lot of frustration behind it. You get the picture. It’s a pretty powerful and dramatic sigh. It's a better sigh than DGX or EBR could do. It's like the perfect sigh. If I could I would marry this sigh... wait, I'm not going there again.
Trace Demon: So what now?
Now she sighs. It’s not as great as my sigh though. My sigh just plain ruled. But it's still probably a better sigh than DGX or EBR could produce.
Alexa Monroe: If you promise to get help then we’ll see how things go.
Trace Demon: Help?
Alexa Monroe: I was thinking Alcoholics Anonymous.
See, and there I was thinking things were finally starting to pick up.
Trace Demon: Are you serious? Can you imagine me sitting in a circle with a bunch of drunks with no jobs.
Alexa Monroe: Your a drunk.
Trace Demon: Maybe, but I make it look good.
Alexa Monroe: Those are the terms.
Damn it. Damn it a million times over. I’d write that many damn it's out but it’d just look stupid.
Trace Demon: Fine. I’ll go to one meeting and when you realize how stupid it is then we’ll agree that your wrong and I’m god.
Alexa Monroe: God?
Trace Demon: Yes, God.
Alexa Monroe: So, back to mine?
See, God’s got nothing on me. I'm smooth.
Trace Demon: How about back to ours?
Alexa Monroe: hmm, we’ll see how it goes.
