Post by Rated R on Aug 16, 2010 16:01:53 GMT -5
Previously in ‘The Life and Times of Trace Demon’
Trace Demon has finally turned his life around. He’s quit the drink, the drugs, he’s changed his ways in the ring, and better yet, he’s finally gotten the girl. It’s all been like some wonderful fairy tale where nothing can go wrong and there isn’t a cloud in the sky. But then a cloud appeared, and when it rains it pours. Alexa, Trace’s girlfriend, revealed that she is pregnant with his child. Yes, that’s right, Trace Demon has baby mama drama going on. Now, like a classic American teen drama, Trace Demon must discover what is truly important in his life, or... not.
Okay, so it’s not as dramatic as an American teen drama, but give a guy a break for trying to add some showbiz to his life.
< *** >
Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.
Okay, so things just got serious up in this place. Alexa told me she was pregnant and what did I do? I did the sensible thing, I did the only thing a person with any sense would do at a time like this. Well, the only sensible thing a person who is tee-total could do.
I went to the gym.
Okay, so maybe in hindsight I should have stayed and we should have discussed things, should have discussed what we’re going to do, whether we’re able to take care of a child, but if I had hindsight I’d have been more careful about what we got up to in the shower that left us in this situation.
But y’know, maybe that’s a little too much information.
I don’t get it; I don’t see what I’m so worried about. It’s just a kid, a little human being, somebody that will be totally and utterly reliant on myself and Alexa. Just a child that’s entire life is dependent on my every action. Just a little kid who if I make one mistake could have their lives ruined all because of a stupid bit of incompetency.
Okay... I may have found the problem.
A child can’t be reliant on me; I’m hardly reliant on myself. I struggle to choose between Coca-Cola and Dr. Pepper, I procrastinate going to the bank to cash in my cheques, I come to the same gym everyday because I know I won’t see anybody I don’t want to see. I’m not so great with responsibility unless that responsibility involved putting some body’s shoulders to the mat for the three count.
And to make matters worse, I’ve got a match this week and now my minds too filled up with all this stuff to come up with a game plan.
Okay, clear your head. Think about the match. Who am I against?
Oh god, I can’t remember. My mind’s gone blank! Clearing your head totally doesn’t work. Think Trace, think about the match, who in the hell are you against?
Oh that’s right, Justin Tyger, I’m facing some guy who wishes he Japanese.
Oh God, I’m having a kid.
Okay, what do I know about Justin Tyger? He made his return by defeating the National Champion. Not bad, but I’ve already been National Champion and my last two victories have been over Aaron Ashton and Shawn Malakai. I definitely win when it comes to recent form. I have the height advantage, but he’s heavier than me.
Of course all my body is muscle; I’m betting a lot of his is just flab.
He lives in Tennessee but he’s originally from the wrestling capital of Canada, but a lot of his move set is based around Japanese Puro wrestling. That’s fine, nothing wrong with it. I based some of my earliest stuff around the same style, but I evolved, I adapted and I grew. I can handle Puro, I can handle strong style wrestling, I can outfight him if he wants to shoot fight and brawl, he isn’t going to catch me off guard by anything.
Caught off guard, that’s how Alexa did it, she caught me as I walked in the door. Sure, she said I may want to sit down, but she that’s just so I couldn’t run out the door. Hah, I was too smart for her there.
He’s a former soldier, so he’s going to have focus and motivation, but he’s also had a bullet in his knee, so that’s going to be the easiest target. It’s dirty and people won’t like it, but it’s the smart thing to do. I want to win, I need to target his weakest point.
Maybe that’s my problem, maybe I’m just weak; maybe I’m not strong enough to be a father.
He’s never held a title here, never climbed to the top of the mountain. But I have, I’ve been here nearly four years now and I’ve won every title I’ve challenged for. I’m back on the road to getting my WFWF World Championship back, and another win here would definitely do the job.
Plus I’ve got my new secret weapon – the submission game. They’ve only seen the tip of the iceberg so far, I’ve got so much more game that they don’t even know about yet. When I step in the ring I’m looking for any limb that I can exploit, if Tyger shows the slightest sign of a weakness then I’ll pounce, I’ll work away at it and I’ll lock in one of the dozens of submission moves I’m a master off, and they will tap. I’ll make them tap.
Oh god, a father, can I do this? I mean my father was a piece of... let’s not go there. I can’t make the same mistakes that he did, I just can’t. I won’t.
I can beat Justin Tyger, I can beat anybody I step into the ring with, I can do damn well anything I set my mind to.
Exactly, I can do this, I can do anything.
I’m Trace Demon. I step into that ring and I give it everything I have.
I’m Trace Demon. I step out the door everyday and just live life.
I can do this.
I can do this.
I’m Trace Demon.
I’m Trace Demon.
And this...
This...
Is my world.
My Life.
< *** >
Alexa’s sitting in the seat closest to the door as I push it open. I look at her, and just like when I step into the ring and look at my opponent, I know exactly what to do.
Trace Demon: So, we’re having a kid.
Trace Demon has finally turned his life around. He’s quit the drink, the drugs, he’s changed his ways in the ring, and better yet, he’s finally gotten the girl. It’s all been like some wonderful fairy tale where nothing can go wrong and there isn’t a cloud in the sky. But then a cloud appeared, and when it rains it pours. Alexa, Trace’s girlfriend, revealed that she is pregnant with his child. Yes, that’s right, Trace Demon has baby mama drama going on. Now, like a classic American teen drama, Trace Demon must discover what is truly important in his life, or... not.
Okay, so it’s not as dramatic as an American teen drama, but give a guy a break for trying to add some showbiz to his life.
< *** >
Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.
Okay, so things just got serious up in this place. Alexa told me she was pregnant and what did I do? I did the sensible thing, I did the only thing a person with any sense would do at a time like this. Well, the only sensible thing a person who is tee-total could do.
I went to the gym.
Okay, so maybe in hindsight I should have stayed and we should have discussed things, should have discussed what we’re going to do, whether we’re able to take care of a child, but if I had hindsight I’d have been more careful about what we got up to in the shower that left us in this situation.
But y’know, maybe that’s a little too much information.
I don’t get it; I don’t see what I’m so worried about. It’s just a kid, a little human being, somebody that will be totally and utterly reliant on myself and Alexa. Just a child that’s entire life is dependent on my every action. Just a little kid who if I make one mistake could have their lives ruined all because of a stupid bit of incompetency.
Okay... I may have found the problem.
A child can’t be reliant on me; I’m hardly reliant on myself. I struggle to choose between Coca-Cola and Dr. Pepper, I procrastinate going to the bank to cash in my cheques, I come to the same gym everyday because I know I won’t see anybody I don’t want to see. I’m not so great with responsibility unless that responsibility involved putting some body’s shoulders to the mat for the three count.
And to make matters worse, I’ve got a match this week and now my minds too filled up with all this stuff to come up with a game plan.
Okay, clear your head. Think about the match. Who am I against?
Oh god, I can’t remember. My mind’s gone blank! Clearing your head totally doesn’t work. Think Trace, think about the match, who in the hell are you against?
Oh that’s right, Justin Tyger, I’m facing some guy who wishes he Japanese.
Oh God, I’m having a kid.
Okay, what do I know about Justin Tyger? He made his return by defeating the National Champion. Not bad, but I’ve already been National Champion and my last two victories have been over Aaron Ashton and Shawn Malakai. I definitely win when it comes to recent form. I have the height advantage, but he’s heavier than me.
Of course all my body is muscle; I’m betting a lot of his is just flab.
He lives in Tennessee but he’s originally from the wrestling capital of Canada, but a lot of his move set is based around Japanese Puro wrestling. That’s fine, nothing wrong with it. I based some of my earliest stuff around the same style, but I evolved, I adapted and I grew. I can handle Puro, I can handle strong style wrestling, I can outfight him if he wants to shoot fight and brawl, he isn’t going to catch me off guard by anything.
Caught off guard, that’s how Alexa did it, she caught me as I walked in the door. Sure, she said I may want to sit down, but she that’s just so I couldn’t run out the door. Hah, I was too smart for her there.
He’s a former soldier, so he’s going to have focus and motivation, but he’s also had a bullet in his knee, so that’s going to be the easiest target. It’s dirty and people won’t like it, but it’s the smart thing to do. I want to win, I need to target his weakest point.
Maybe that’s my problem, maybe I’m just weak; maybe I’m not strong enough to be a father.
He’s never held a title here, never climbed to the top of the mountain. But I have, I’ve been here nearly four years now and I’ve won every title I’ve challenged for. I’m back on the road to getting my WFWF World Championship back, and another win here would definitely do the job.
Plus I’ve got my new secret weapon – the submission game. They’ve only seen the tip of the iceberg so far, I’ve got so much more game that they don’t even know about yet. When I step in the ring I’m looking for any limb that I can exploit, if Tyger shows the slightest sign of a weakness then I’ll pounce, I’ll work away at it and I’ll lock in one of the dozens of submission moves I’m a master off, and they will tap. I’ll make them tap.
Oh god, a father, can I do this? I mean my father was a piece of... let’s not go there. I can’t make the same mistakes that he did, I just can’t. I won’t.
I can beat Justin Tyger, I can beat anybody I step into the ring with, I can do damn well anything I set my mind to.
Exactly, I can do this, I can do anything.
I’m Trace Demon. I step into that ring and I give it everything I have.
I’m Trace Demon. I step out the door everyday and just live life.
I can do this.
I can do this.
I’m Trace Demon.
I’m Trace Demon.
And this...
This...
Is my world.
My Life.
< *** >
Alexa’s sitting in the seat closest to the door as I push it open. I look at her, and just like when I step into the ring and look at my opponent, I know exactly what to do.
Trace Demon: So, we’re having a kid.
