Post by Prophet of Ash on May 29, 2012 14:32:26 GMT -5
WFWF Loaded
5/29/12
026: With A Little Help From My Friends Part 2
RE: Trace Demon
5/24/12
DVD in, chapter skipped appropriately, and play..
The lights in the arena dim, Waka Waka by Shakira plays over the P/A system, triggering a pink hue to overcome the arena. The lights immediately come back up and begin to shine in the entrance way, Alexis Chavente emerges from behind the curtain smiling and jumping up and down pumping her fists.
She has so much youthful energy.. She has so much heart still.. She hasn’t seen how horrible this business truly is. She hasn’t had her spirit broken yet..
Meg follows behind Alexis shaking her head in disapproval.
She hasn’t realized what it’s like to be jaded by this wrestling business, have you entire life and everything in it ruined by this wrestling business..
Following shortly behind them, still in his street clothes, with the WFWF World Heavyweight championship strung over his shoulder is Phillip Schneider. Schneider walks calmly down the ramp, the pink hue throwing a strange view on him.
To have her everything BE this business, success, failures, or the shades of gray in between.
Fans cheer as Alexis runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. Alexis jumps in the ring shaking her arms to prepare herself for the match.
She doesn’t know what it’s like in this company.. This life sucking company.. As soon as you’re born, they make you feel small, by giving you no time instead of it all..
Matthew Werner: Looks like it’s time for the debut of Alexis Chavente.. And we’ve got company..
Matt Steel: I’m out of here!
I press mute on the DVD player. I don’t need audio to explain pro wrestling to me. I’ve done this for my entire adult life. I understand this business better than most people could ever dream to, for it’s good, it’s bad, and otherwise.. I realize the camera is no longer on Alexis, so I fast forward. Fancy pyrotechnics do not impress me
Bell sounds. Lock up center ring. The much larger Pain over powers Alexis and sends her sailing across the ring. She looks to her corner for advice, Meg pointing back towards the center of the ring, the WFWF Heavyweight champion Phillip Schneider just watching with a focused emotionless look.
She’s looking to two of the best this company has ever had to tell her exactly what to do, to hold her hand.. I can give you the chisel and I can give you the hammer, but what you make out of your marble block is entirely up to you.
Alexis Chavente scrambles back to her feet. She runs across the ring and runs into a brutal lariat from Pain, which turns her inside out before she crashes back to the mat. Pain grabs a handful of hair, pulling her back to a vertical base. Pain darts into the ropes. He comes running back at the groggy Alexis shoulder first. Alexis jumps and catches him with a kick to the face. Both now groggy, but Alexis the more conscious of the two, is able to regain her bearings enough to give Pain a lung blower.
She’s resilient. In this business, it just means you’re going to be knocked down more and more times, because as many times as you get back up, you’re eventually going to be knocked back down again. The trick is to just stay down. Lurk in the shadows.. And when you see something you want, you come out of your hiding and you take it.
Alexis drops an elbow on Pain, then on her way back up, pulls him to a seated position. Dragon kick to the spine from Alexis. A second, and a third, but the big man is up and he’s not happy. Alexis runs into the ropes. She runs at Pain with all she has. Jumping into his face for a hurricanrana.. And she’s caught. Pain spins her around, shifts the weight of her hips, and drives her into the canvas with a brutal power bomb. At ringside, Meg cringes and bangs on the mat. Schneider still stands stoically.
She’s willing to throw herself into her work.. She’s willing to dive head first into the pool.. But more often than not, the pool is empty and you just end up splattering on the ground.
Pain backs into the corner. He’s calling for a spear. Pain runs at Alexis like a bull. Alexis gathers her wherewithal enough to not dodge the incoming spear, but jump over it, sunset flipping Pain and putting him in a pinning position. Referee down for the count
1.….
2.…..
Kick out at two.
I’m impressed by her fight or flight instincts and she’s certainly athletic, but she’s got to learn not to avoid damage, but to avoid situations that could cause damage all together. She’s got to learn to evade step A, not step C.
Pain back to his feet before Alexis. Alexis actually to her hands and knees before her feet, which proves to be a mistake, because Pain grabs her, dead lifts her significantly smaller than his frame in the air, then drives her into the ground with a Dominator. Pain points to Schneider on the outside, then makes a motion to his waist.
As much smaller as she is, she HAS to learn to do this.. She has to learn to not even grapple with her opponents unless she can luck out and face the smallest wrestlers on the roster, because as it stands, she is THE smallest on the roster. She is where the buck stops and therefore, every single wrestler on the roster has a side advantage over her. I’m fairly small, so I can relate to the David vs. Goliath matches here in the WFWF, but I’ve also figured out enough how to avoid the situations where I can be rag dolled.
And Pain, you couldn’t carry my jock strap. Learn to lace your boots straight before you try to go stomping into the big dog’s yard, or you’re just going to end up tripping over your own shoe laces and make a big fool of yourself.
Pain pulls Alexis up. Hard Irish whip into the corner. Alexis hits the buckles and posts herself. Pain rushes in. Alexis puts a boot up. Right to the grill of Pain. Alexis grabs him by the face and drops him with her variation of the Edge-o-Matic. Alexis scales the top rope. She turns around on top. Alexis dives off the top rope with a picture perfect moonsault, landing on her feet, and right on the stomach of Pain!. The wind rushes out of Pain’s lungs, Alexis diving down for a quick pin attempt.
1.…..
2.…..
3.…..
See Pain? Not only are you not in my league.. You’re not in Alexis’ league. Before you try to make threats to the guy who runs this town, maybe you should learn to drive, so when get behind the wheel, you don’t violently crash and burn.
Alexis may have something though. She takes a lot of abuse, she gets her opponent thinking she’s done.. She lets them get cocky, then she hits the kill shot. The Rocky Balboa rope a dope. I don’t know for sure she did what she did intentionally, but it’s very impressive regardless. Not everyone can pick up a win in their first match, but Alexis did. Maybe this student will actually work out.
I’ve seen enough here, stopping the DVD and popping it out.
2/8/12
A lot of times, wrestling characters are truly extensions of our personalities. You can’t go day to day acting like one thing, if there’s not at least a little bit of it in you. In all the most successful cases, it’s been a whole lot of it in you, to the point it’s not so much a character as it is you under a magnifying glass. Throughout my career, this has been the case. Yes, the Hobo was me. It was me scrapping to get whatever I could, do whatever I had to do to get noticed and turn heads. And as my career has progressed, I’ve realized increasingly violent matches are the road to my destiny, the cement that will forever engrave my name in the Hall of Fame’s hallowed halls.
I say this, because so far, everyone I’ve went to, to get advice for dethroning the oh so great Stoned Messiah, and yes, I will continue to use your outdated nickname for as long as you continue to use mine, has been an extension of their real life personality. The Bronx Bomber really is a thug from the Bronx, New York. EBR really is completely full of himself and self absorbed to almost sponge like levels. And Pierce Deville really is the scum of the earth, with no redeeming or likeable qualities to him at all.
This kind of concerns me a bit.
Not Pierce Deville being a total wash out. He’s locked behind bars presumably for the rest of his life for his involvement in the illegal dog fighting ring, as well as the murder of Tha CBT. But this trend of characters being real life. I arrived back in Chicago a few short hours ago, long enough to take a shower, get a change of clothes, eat, and back on the road again. This time heading north. At least my destination now is close. The great town of Kalamazoo, Michigan, to a waffle house. I assume by the time I’m done with this hour drive, I’ll be able to at least put away a waffle and a cup of orange juice at the waffle house to amuse my “mentor”. Would mentor be the right word for what these people are helping me do?
I contemplate my own thoughts in this parking lot, as I wait. When you have someone coming into your area from out of state, specifically to meet with you, it’d be nice if you could be on time. But I guess that runs parallel with her personality. She has the EBR self absorbed syndrome going on, except her’s is more along the line of a spoiled brat rather than a pompous jackass. Her characters have run a gamut over the years, from the spoiled rich girl who can have anything she wants, to the completely insane mental patient, to the loving granddaughter. I suppose if you blend those three together, you’ve probably got a close to accurate real life Megan Warner.
Despite being in the federation for several years together, my interactions with Meg were limited. Her team of the easily forgotten Justin Tyme and Johnny Arsenic tried to take the tag team titles away from Percy and myself during our second reign, vandalizing and destroying our motor home as a way to get our attention. This is the spoiled brattiness of Meg. Absolutely no respect for other people’s property. Har har, the Hobos have a ratty old Winnebago, we’ll spray paint it and dump it in a river. The Hobos had this Winnebago so we could save money, so we weren’t spending $75 a night on a hotel, so I personally could stash back as much money for my young daughter as I could. So thanks for those added bills, Meg.
The second and final interaction I had with Meg was in the form of a tag team match. During the Kyzer/Drakz administration. She was still on Kyzer’s bad side, and I’ve never kissed up to any owners particularly, so we landed ourselves in a two on three handicap match. I can’t remember who the team of three were, but the team of two was Meg and myself. I don’t think historically the team of three particularly matters, since my memory says that Meg and myself won the match.
But it’s not either of these interactions that makes me come to Meg for advise on Kyzer. No.. Meg has something more valuable than tips on winning a handicap match against forgettable jobbers. Meg didn’t stay on Kyzer’s bad side forever. She actually got very much on his good side at one point. If he has a good side.. She became his lover. His live in girlfriend who followed him where ever he went. Where have I heard that story before..? They had a falling out, she went to jail or something.. I really only pay attention to what I’m doing in the federation at any given time, so the details are sketchy at best.
After what seems like days, I see a white car pull up in the parking lot on the other side of the lot, and a brunette hops out. She leans over and kisses the driver, then makes her way across the parking lot. I don’t recognize her at all at first, because I remember her having blonde hair and bigger tits, but it’s Meg. She makes her way across the parking lot and inside. Since she doesn’t know what I’m driving, I take this as my cue to go inside as well.
As I walk inside, she’s standing and waiting for a table near the door. I walk up to her and stand next to her. She looks at me, but I guess it doesn’t immediately click, because she turns her head and looks forward again. Then she turns to me again.
…..Obo?
I nod my head. Not sure how to answer that query in short. She reaches over and hugs me. That was unexpected. When released from her grip, she greets me again.[/b]
You look so different! Your hair is so long now! And blonde!
The last time I seen you, you were blonde, and your boobs were bigger..
She chuckles a little bit, covering her chest with modesty, even though her t-shirt covers her well.
Hush you! But you look good. It’s been what, five years since we last seen each other?
Something like that.
A waitress walks up and holds up two fingers. Meg and I both nod. The waitress turns and leads us away from the entrance and towards a booth. We’re seated at a modest booth, in a corner with two windows. Not my ideal choice. I don’t eat out often because I don’t like the lack of privacy in public restaurants. The last time I ate out, Percy beat a paparazzi nearly to death, and I was involved in a hit and run accident.
What can I get you guys to drink?
Coke.
I stare at our waitress for a moment. Just a blank stare. I don’t know why I do this. She’s mid 30s, with curly red hair. I think this is the first time I’ve really taken heed of our waitress. Her name is Noel. She’s now staring back at me, because she’s realized I’m staring at her.
Do you have lemonaid?[/color]
We do.
That’ll work.
She scribbles the two drinks down on her mini pad of paper and walks away. Meg‘s now giving me the stare I was just giving our waitress, except she has a certain gleam in her eyes.
So…
I wait. And I wait. “So” is usually the lead in to a sentence, not a thought in itself. Unless there was a question before hand of “how do you plan to fix those ripped jeans”, “so” is not a complete thought. I stare blankly at Meg, because I’m expecting the end of this thought.. But it’s not coming.. So I just repeat what she said. Maybe this will lead to her finishing her thought..
So…
You’re still wrestling…
Yes. I’m going to win the WFWF Heavyweight Championship.
Oh? How can you be so sure?
Because I’m facing Michael Kyzer, and I’m going to have his playbook in front of me before I ever step into that barbed wire.
Oh you are, wait, barbed wire?!
It’s a No Rope Barbed Wire match. I got creative control over the contract, Kyzer didn’t pay attention when signing it, so I got my match. There’s only been ONE of them in the history of the WFWF, and it was when I won the title.
So what makes you so sure this time is your’s?
Because I’ve never lost in no rope barbed wire.
But you’ve only had one. There‘s a big chance it could‘ve been dumb luck, or you could‘ve just had more skill than Rev.
I’m impressed that you remember it was Rev that I beat.
When you get around this environment again, things kind of come rushing back to you. So how can you be so sure you’ve got Kyzer’s number?
Her phone is laying on the table. A Blackberry. I grab it. She resists, and tries to grab it back from me, not realizing I’m making a demonstrative point here and don’t actually want her phone.
Because, my beautiful lady, I’m going to get his number from you.
She snatches her phone back. I couldn’t figure out how to unlock the keys anyways.
Why do you think I have his number? When I faced him, he beat me and my brother senseless.. And he had me arrested.. And he kind of ruined my life for several years..
Because you were inside of his head. The only person who can say they’re more inside of his head is Drakz, and I think I’ll have more luck charming your pants off than Drakz, figuratively speaking.
She‘s giving me the stink eye. I really picked up Pierce Deville‘s filthy vocabulary again quickly during my brief stint with him yesterday. I need a shower to wash myself of him, and I feel as though I should wash my own mouth out with soap for saying I was planning on charming her pants off.
Why do you think I have his number, though? When I tried to take him down, I had no success..
This is like cracking a safe, doll face. I need seven digits here. You’re going to provide me one, maybe two digits.. I’ve been talking to other people, too.
Who?
Well, I just met with EBR. And Pierce Deville. And I’m meeting with The Bronx Bomber tomorrow.
Who is The Bronx Bomber? And Pierce Deville for that matter?
The Bronx Bomber is a thug from New York who knows all about the mentality of a junkie. He grew up and lives around that kind of trash. The little idiosyncrasies of a junkie. And Pierce Deville is my old tag team partner. He got arrested for dog fighting.
That’s terrible.
And killing Tha CBT.
THA CBT IS DEAD???
Restaurant goers are staring at her now for her little outburst.
Yeah.. He got murdered. Attacked with a dog fighting dog that had rabies.. Died a pretty painful death from what I’ve heard.[/color]
That‘s awful! I wish I would‘ve known.. I would‘ve liked to have gone to the funeral..
There‘s a moment of awkward silence between us, which is luckily broken up by our waitress returning with our drinks.
Are you guys ready to order?
I am..
Meg nods, giving me and the waitress alike the non-verbal that she agrees.
Plate of hash browns, well done, but not burnt. You have jalapeno peppers?
We do.
Can you bring me like, a whole pepper?
Sure.
And uhh.. Two pieces of plain wheat toast.
Anything else.
Nah.. Meg?
I want waffles.
How many and what flavor?
Two. Plain.
Syrup and butter?
This is dragging on forever..[/color]
Yes please. Can I get two egg whites only too? Scrambled?
Absolutely. Anything else?
Meg is deep in thought. She has raised the left side of her lip and scrunched her nose as she thinks, which is disgustingly cute. There’s something about her with dyed hair that is so much more attractive than blonde. Never was much for blondes..
Toast sounds nice. White with grape jelly?
No problem..
Our waitress makes her way away from the table to place our order to the chef. I’m now staring at Meg. And she realizes it.
Why are you staring at me?
I can’t help it. You’re so much prettier than I remember you being. It may partially be because you aren’t pushing my house into a river..
She chuckles.
But I think it’s because you’ve dyed your hair. There’s something about brunettes I dig. I can’t put my finger on it. Well, I could.. But..
I’m a natural brunette.
Really?
I just dyed my hair to wrestle. Someone told me it’d be more appealing if I was blonde.
I can’t speak for the entire male race, but I speak for myself that I find you much hotter as a brunette.
She blushes a bit and starts to play with her hair.
So who was that guy who dropped you off? Is he going to try to kick my ass for flirting with you? Jealous boyfriend type?
I should hope not.. That was Morgan…
Oh. I see. Do you have a boyfriend? Or a husband?
She‘s looking at me out of the corner of her eye now. Sly and sexy. I think she‘s getting what I‘m getting at and I think she‘s digging my vibes.
No..
Girlfriend?
She grabs a salt packet and throws it at me.
Hey, it‘s 2012. You never know..
I’m single..
Want me to fix that?
She giggles a little bit.
You move quickly, don’t you?
When I see something I want, I’m not going to make reservations about reaching up and taking it.
Well, before I go jumping in the sack with you.. I have my own reasons for coming out here to meet with you. Beyond whatever you think I know about Kyzer..
Oh?
I heard you’re training a student?
Was training a student. She’s left now.
Are you still interested in it?
Maybe, why?
I have a girl, who needs guidance.. And a foot in the door. Could you get her a contract with WFWF? I kind of don’t have any contacts there any more.. I tried calling their front office and got a message “I don’t know you, kiss the ring bitch” and got hung up on..
King Kraig, always pleasant.. WFWF is under new management now.
WFWF changes management more often than I change my bed sheets..
I could talk to them though.. How much training does this girl need, like, how far from ring ready is she?
She’s got the basics, and she’s very athletic.. She just needs someone to teach her the finer points of the ring, the psychology and stuff.. Teach her to work, and not just wrestle..
You can bring her down to my house in Chicago, I’ll teach her what I can. I’ve got a buddy who owns a boxing gym, that he gave me a key to. Stiff ass ring and kind of dirty, but it gets the job done. You learn to bump right when you’re bumping in a ring that’s like concrete.
Where in Chicago are you?
Inside city limits, south side. Living in a tiny apartment right now.
What happened with that big house you built?
Ashley got it in the divorce.
Oh.. I’m sorry. So, you’re not with Ashley any more?
Do you think I’d be trying to get you in bed if I was?
I dunno.. Some guys aren’t faithful like that.. When the wife isn’t around, the husband plays..
Our waitress brings us our food, placing the two plates down on the table, and then placing silverware wrapped in a napkin near both of us. I quickly unwrap my knife and go to work on my peppers, cutting the tops off, cutting them in half, then cleaning out the cores, seeds, and veins. Meg has started eating, but is keeping an eye on what I’m doing.
The core is the hottest part, especially the seeds. There’s no flavor to them, either.[/color]
So why didn’t you just get them already cut and cleaned?
This guarantees me freshness.
I guess that’s one way to look at it..
I chop my pepper up, mixing it in with my potatoes. As I do so, I can’t help but feel Meg eye me down, she’s staring at me, expecting me to say or do something. I am almost forced to say something. What comes out is rude at best.
What?
Well, you were just laying it on so hot and heavy earlier, I expected you to have a whole list of lines to throw at me. “Are you tired, because you’ve been running through my mind all day.” “Did it hurt, what, when you fell from Heaven?” Or the atypical “you’ve got the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen”
Well..
Don’t even say it!
”You may fall from the sky, you may fall from a tree, but the best way to fall, is in love with me”
She looks up from her food, looking at me and raising her eyebrows, almost an intrigued look on her face. Not sure about this reaction. But she chuckles. Corny pick up lines DO work, guys.. I’ve finished my preparation and have begun eating my food. Meg is about half way done. I pick at my food a lot, but when it comes time to actually eat it, I eat fairly quickly and I don’t talk a lot. She uses this as an opportunity to get in a few words edgewise.[/b]
So about Alexis.
I spit a bit of potato as I talk
Who’s Alexis?[/color]
My student. How much would you charge, to train her? She doesn‘t have a lot of money. Kind of struggling to get by. She‘s actually living in my grandma‘s house right now. And I don‘t really have the money, to give you the money, she gave me, to be perfectly honest.
I’m sure we can work something out. I’ll make a few calls and see if I can get her a foot in the door, first and foremost.
I eat some more of my food. We mostly sit quietly and eat. It‘s a bit awkward and nothing like the other meetings I‘ve had. Well, it is in a way.. I still have learned nothing I can actually use to defeat Kyzer. But there‘s something about this woman.. Something about the way she‘s looking at me, something about the way I feel about her..
How are you getting back home? Your brother dropped you off here.. Do you need a ride, when it‘s time to leave?
She smiles out of the side of her mouth.[/b]
That’d be nice..
Hey Sascha, it’s Schneider. Call me back whenever you get a second. The project got green lighted and they gave a certain amount of funding for it. I’m not sure if it’s the amount of funding you’d like, but considering we were going to do this entirely freelance, it’ll certainly help. Get with me man, because I’d like to get this done before the Pay Per View and my time is limited at best lately. Holler.
Have you ever stepped in gum? Even if you scrape a majority off of your shoes, it’s still stuck in the cracks and grooves of your shoes. It’s stuck there forever. No matter what you do, that gum is stuck there. It quickly attracts dirt and spam, turning black instead of whatever color the gum originally was. When I returned to the WFWF, I returned to right wrongs. I returned to conclude the story I had started some years prior and give the proper ending to my career. In doing so, I started an unintended new beginning, but in the first steps back into the door in the WFWF, I stepped in someone’s disgusting, chewed up, used bubblegum. They had just spit it on the ground, so it stuck to my shoes badly.
You see, I’ve had this tunnel vision on the National title for a long time. Or equals to the National title, as the championship has been renamed by every new set of owners over the years to whatever they find most appropriate. Pure title, X Breed title, Hardcore X title, Asshat title, Meggalicious title.. I’m sure I’m missing some as well. I’ve had this tunnel vision on it since I initially lost the World Heavyweight title, back in 2007. Because back in 2004, 2005, when I would’ve been “National title level”.. I never got a shot at it. I was a “tag team guy” and the piece of shit owner at the time was fine with keeping me in this role. Where as Drakz was tearing up the National title scene then.. I was feuding at length with ATM.
Ever wondered why myself and Drakz have never crossed paths? We’ve been in this company parallel since late 2003. I joined this company a mere two weeks before Drakz did. And we have NEVER had a match against each other. In nearly 10 years of history, albeit with absences from each of us sprinkled in there, we’ve never crossed paths. People commented how strange it was that Mak Cross and I had never competed, but people fail to realize how perpendicularly Drakz and I’s careers have ran over the years. The difference is, he’s got the opportunities.. I’ve had to scratch and claw for all of mine.. He got the shot to go out and have a ladders, stun guns, and dumpsters match and steal the show over the National title. I almost had to kill my best friend to get that center stage on a WFWF Pay Per View, and we didn’t get the championship motivation to do it..
He got the shot at the International title.. My first opportunity at that title was a six way mayhem match, which I WON, and was never awarded the International championship because DRAKZ AND KYZER got the ownership, and dropped everything that was happening in the federation.. Drakz got his world title shots.. I was here for four years, before I was entered into a TOURNAMENT to crown the new World Heavyweight title, after the aforementioned Michael Kyzer abandoned ship and disappeared into the darkness.
This rant all leads to something, though. While other wrestlers in the WFWF, and I say wrestler and not whatever self contrived bullshit people come up with to call this sport these days, because I am a wrestler.. While other wrestlers have received the shots at the levels they should.. Every single championship opportunity I’ve wanted and got.. I’ve had to steal myself. Everyone else gets the door cracked and they just have to push it open.. The door’s been locked for me at every turn and I’ve had to kick it open and break the lock if I want to get through it. That first WFWF Tag Team title reign? Percy and I STOLE THE BELTS to receive our shot. My first WFWF Heavyweight title shot, I made it to the finals of an eight person tournament to get.. And my second shot I had to beat the previously unbeaten and unblemished Michael Kyzer to get.
National title shots.. Those are funny to me.. The one thing I need for my immortality.. The one thing I need to complete my destiny.. They say if a man grows up poor, and never has all the cool toys.. If he gets rich and powerful, he’ll go one of two routes. He’ll either buy all the toys he never had growing up himself, or he’ll spoil his child with every toy they could ever want. To me.. My toy growing up that I missed out on wasn’t a Technodrome, it wasn’t a Ghostbusters car, and it wasn’t a Batmobile. My toy was the National title.
The National title is my poison. David Brennan has alcohol as his vice.. My vice is that championship. That championship has led me to EVERY SWEET DESTRUCTION I’VE EVER HAD. It led me to my one and only loss since returning to the WFWF, in Hutton Brown.. And it led me down the road to step in the wet, sticky gum, that’s been stuck to my shoe for all these years known as Trace Demon.
Trace Demon was a wet behind the ears youngster entering a Hardcore X title battle royal when we first crossed paths. No one could pick him out of a line up. And on that night.. A night where I was having an “off night” (which is arguable, since I DID win the WFWF Tag Team titles that night, with Pierce Deville), Trace Demon was able to sweep past me. He was able to win that battle royal and he was able to win the championship that should belong to me.. And since then, he’s been stuck to me like glue. I beat him one on one in the house shows, to prove what he did to me in the battle royal was a fluke.. But he still talked about me. In my absence from the federation, he built a dynasty for himself, using me as a stepping stone. And this drove me crazy. It drove me crazy that this gum that had been stuck to my shoe for going on four years now was coming back up and getting stuck to everything it touched..
So when I returned.. I took a butter knife and I went to work to scrape this gum off once and for all. I was going to eliminate the Trace Demon problem. And I hurt him. I hurt him and I beat him. And despite all that, he sticks around. In the groves of my shoes, the smallest designs of the bottom of my shoes, he sticks around. As I did my battles with Hutton Brown, our initial battle.. I’m confronted by this gum stuck on the bottom of my shoe again. I run across the ring to Yakuza Kick Hutton Brown in the face and the camera zooms in. On the bottom of my white soled boot, I’ve got these black lines. This black lines that used to be pink, but have gathered up dirt and spam since 2008.. Trace Demon. He was right there. To test his might. He walks to the carnival game to swing the hammer, and once again, the carny ring leader took his money and sent him away shamed.
Now.. This week on Loaded.. This week on Loaded I’m faced with a problem. I stepped in a water puddle, you see. My favorite shoes are wet. I’ve got them outside drying on the line, drying in the sun.. But in the meantime, I have to put my old shoes on. These old shoes with a trail of dirt and gum embedded in them.. And as I stare at these shoes, I’m irritated by the fact that after all these years, the one misstep I made still haunts me, as it sticks around and laughs at me on every turn. On every step. This week on Loaded.. I finish this problem once and for all. Sayonara, Demon Gum.
5/29/12
026: With A Little Help From My Friends Part 2
RE: Trace Demon
5/24/12
DVD in, chapter skipped appropriately, and play..
The lights in the arena dim, Waka Waka by Shakira plays over the P/A system, triggering a pink hue to overcome the arena. The lights immediately come back up and begin to shine in the entrance way, Alexis Chavente emerges from behind the curtain smiling and jumping up and down pumping her fists.
She has so much youthful energy.. She has so much heart still.. She hasn’t seen how horrible this business truly is. She hasn’t had her spirit broken yet..
Meg follows behind Alexis shaking her head in disapproval.
She hasn’t realized what it’s like to be jaded by this wrestling business, have you entire life and everything in it ruined by this wrestling business..
Following shortly behind them, still in his street clothes, with the WFWF World Heavyweight championship strung over his shoulder is Phillip Schneider. Schneider walks calmly down the ramp, the pink hue throwing a strange view on him.
To have her everything BE this business, success, failures, or the shades of gray in between.
Fans cheer as Alexis runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. Alexis jumps in the ring shaking her arms to prepare herself for the match.
She doesn’t know what it’s like in this company.. This life sucking company.. As soon as you’re born, they make you feel small, by giving you no time instead of it all..
Matthew Werner: Looks like it’s time for the debut of Alexis Chavente.. And we’ve got company..
Matt Steel: I’m out of here!
I press mute on the DVD player. I don’t need audio to explain pro wrestling to me. I’ve done this for my entire adult life. I understand this business better than most people could ever dream to, for it’s good, it’s bad, and otherwise.. I realize the camera is no longer on Alexis, so I fast forward. Fancy pyrotechnics do not impress me
Bell sounds. Lock up center ring. The much larger Pain over powers Alexis and sends her sailing across the ring. She looks to her corner for advice, Meg pointing back towards the center of the ring, the WFWF Heavyweight champion Phillip Schneider just watching with a focused emotionless look.
She’s looking to two of the best this company has ever had to tell her exactly what to do, to hold her hand.. I can give you the chisel and I can give you the hammer, but what you make out of your marble block is entirely up to you.
Alexis Chavente scrambles back to her feet. She runs across the ring and runs into a brutal lariat from Pain, which turns her inside out before she crashes back to the mat. Pain grabs a handful of hair, pulling her back to a vertical base. Pain darts into the ropes. He comes running back at the groggy Alexis shoulder first. Alexis jumps and catches him with a kick to the face. Both now groggy, but Alexis the more conscious of the two, is able to regain her bearings enough to give Pain a lung blower.
She’s resilient. In this business, it just means you’re going to be knocked down more and more times, because as many times as you get back up, you’re eventually going to be knocked back down again. The trick is to just stay down. Lurk in the shadows.. And when you see something you want, you come out of your hiding and you take it.
Alexis drops an elbow on Pain, then on her way back up, pulls him to a seated position. Dragon kick to the spine from Alexis. A second, and a third, but the big man is up and he’s not happy. Alexis runs into the ropes. She runs at Pain with all she has. Jumping into his face for a hurricanrana.. And she’s caught. Pain spins her around, shifts the weight of her hips, and drives her into the canvas with a brutal power bomb. At ringside, Meg cringes and bangs on the mat. Schneider still stands stoically.
She’s willing to throw herself into her work.. She’s willing to dive head first into the pool.. But more often than not, the pool is empty and you just end up splattering on the ground.
Pain backs into the corner. He’s calling for a spear. Pain runs at Alexis like a bull. Alexis gathers her wherewithal enough to not dodge the incoming spear, but jump over it, sunset flipping Pain and putting him in a pinning position. Referee down for the count
1.….
2.…..
Kick out at two.
I’m impressed by her fight or flight instincts and she’s certainly athletic, but she’s got to learn not to avoid damage, but to avoid situations that could cause damage all together. She’s got to learn to evade step A, not step C.
Pain back to his feet before Alexis. Alexis actually to her hands and knees before her feet, which proves to be a mistake, because Pain grabs her, dead lifts her significantly smaller than his frame in the air, then drives her into the ground with a Dominator. Pain points to Schneider on the outside, then makes a motion to his waist.
As much smaller as she is, she HAS to learn to do this.. She has to learn to not even grapple with her opponents unless she can luck out and face the smallest wrestlers on the roster, because as it stands, she is THE smallest on the roster. She is where the buck stops and therefore, every single wrestler on the roster has a side advantage over her. I’m fairly small, so I can relate to the David vs. Goliath matches here in the WFWF, but I’ve also figured out enough how to avoid the situations where I can be rag dolled.
And Pain, you couldn’t carry my jock strap. Learn to lace your boots straight before you try to go stomping into the big dog’s yard, or you’re just going to end up tripping over your own shoe laces and make a big fool of yourself.
Pain pulls Alexis up. Hard Irish whip into the corner. Alexis hits the buckles and posts herself. Pain rushes in. Alexis puts a boot up. Right to the grill of Pain. Alexis grabs him by the face and drops him with her variation of the Edge-o-Matic. Alexis scales the top rope. She turns around on top. Alexis dives off the top rope with a picture perfect moonsault, landing on her feet, and right on the stomach of Pain!. The wind rushes out of Pain’s lungs, Alexis diving down for a quick pin attempt.
1.…..
2.…..
3.…..
See Pain? Not only are you not in my league.. You’re not in Alexis’ league. Before you try to make threats to the guy who runs this town, maybe you should learn to drive, so when get behind the wheel, you don’t violently crash and burn.
Alexis may have something though. She takes a lot of abuse, she gets her opponent thinking she’s done.. She lets them get cocky, then she hits the kill shot. The Rocky Balboa rope a dope. I don’t know for sure she did what she did intentionally, but it’s very impressive regardless. Not everyone can pick up a win in their first match, but Alexis did. Maybe this student will actually work out.
I’ve seen enough here, stopping the DVD and popping it out.
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2/8/12
A lot of times, wrestling characters are truly extensions of our personalities. You can’t go day to day acting like one thing, if there’s not at least a little bit of it in you. In all the most successful cases, it’s been a whole lot of it in you, to the point it’s not so much a character as it is you under a magnifying glass. Throughout my career, this has been the case. Yes, the Hobo was me. It was me scrapping to get whatever I could, do whatever I had to do to get noticed and turn heads. And as my career has progressed, I’ve realized increasingly violent matches are the road to my destiny, the cement that will forever engrave my name in the Hall of Fame’s hallowed halls.
I say this, because so far, everyone I’ve went to, to get advice for dethroning the oh so great Stoned Messiah, and yes, I will continue to use your outdated nickname for as long as you continue to use mine, has been an extension of their real life personality. The Bronx Bomber really is a thug from the Bronx, New York. EBR really is completely full of himself and self absorbed to almost sponge like levels. And Pierce Deville really is the scum of the earth, with no redeeming or likeable qualities to him at all.
This kind of concerns me a bit.
Not Pierce Deville being a total wash out. He’s locked behind bars presumably for the rest of his life for his involvement in the illegal dog fighting ring, as well as the murder of Tha CBT. But this trend of characters being real life. I arrived back in Chicago a few short hours ago, long enough to take a shower, get a change of clothes, eat, and back on the road again. This time heading north. At least my destination now is close. The great town of Kalamazoo, Michigan, to a waffle house. I assume by the time I’m done with this hour drive, I’ll be able to at least put away a waffle and a cup of orange juice at the waffle house to amuse my “mentor”. Would mentor be the right word for what these people are helping me do?
I contemplate my own thoughts in this parking lot, as I wait. When you have someone coming into your area from out of state, specifically to meet with you, it’d be nice if you could be on time. But I guess that runs parallel with her personality. She has the EBR self absorbed syndrome going on, except her’s is more along the line of a spoiled brat rather than a pompous jackass. Her characters have run a gamut over the years, from the spoiled rich girl who can have anything she wants, to the completely insane mental patient, to the loving granddaughter. I suppose if you blend those three together, you’ve probably got a close to accurate real life Megan Warner.
Despite being in the federation for several years together, my interactions with Meg were limited. Her team of the easily forgotten Justin Tyme and Johnny Arsenic tried to take the tag team titles away from Percy and myself during our second reign, vandalizing and destroying our motor home as a way to get our attention. This is the spoiled brattiness of Meg. Absolutely no respect for other people’s property. Har har, the Hobos have a ratty old Winnebago, we’ll spray paint it and dump it in a river. The Hobos had this Winnebago so we could save money, so we weren’t spending $75 a night on a hotel, so I personally could stash back as much money for my young daughter as I could. So thanks for those added bills, Meg.
The second and final interaction I had with Meg was in the form of a tag team match. During the Kyzer/Drakz administration. She was still on Kyzer’s bad side, and I’ve never kissed up to any owners particularly, so we landed ourselves in a two on three handicap match. I can’t remember who the team of three were, but the team of two was Meg and myself. I don’t think historically the team of three particularly matters, since my memory says that Meg and myself won the match.
But it’s not either of these interactions that makes me come to Meg for advise on Kyzer. No.. Meg has something more valuable than tips on winning a handicap match against forgettable jobbers. Meg didn’t stay on Kyzer’s bad side forever. She actually got very much on his good side at one point. If he has a good side.. She became his lover. His live in girlfriend who followed him where ever he went. Where have I heard that story before..? They had a falling out, she went to jail or something.. I really only pay attention to what I’m doing in the federation at any given time, so the details are sketchy at best.
After what seems like days, I see a white car pull up in the parking lot on the other side of the lot, and a brunette hops out. She leans over and kisses the driver, then makes her way across the parking lot. I don’t recognize her at all at first, because I remember her having blonde hair and bigger tits, but it’s Meg. She makes her way across the parking lot and inside. Since she doesn’t know what I’m driving, I take this as my cue to go inside as well.
As I walk inside, she’s standing and waiting for a table near the door. I walk up to her and stand next to her. She looks at me, but I guess it doesn’t immediately click, because she turns her head and looks forward again. Then she turns to me again.
…..Obo?
I nod my head. Not sure how to answer that query in short. She reaches over and hugs me. That was unexpected. When released from her grip, she greets me again.[/b]
You look so different! Your hair is so long now! And blonde!
The last time I seen you, you were blonde, and your boobs were bigger..
She chuckles a little bit, covering her chest with modesty, even though her t-shirt covers her well.
Hush you! But you look good. It’s been what, five years since we last seen each other?
Something like that.
A waitress walks up and holds up two fingers. Meg and I both nod. The waitress turns and leads us away from the entrance and towards a booth. We’re seated at a modest booth, in a corner with two windows. Not my ideal choice. I don’t eat out often because I don’t like the lack of privacy in public restaurants. The last time I ate out, Percy beat a paparazzi nearly to death, and I was involved in a hit and run accident.
What can I get you guys to drink?
Coke.
I stare at our waitress for a moment. Just a blank stare. I don’t know why I do this. She’s mid 30s, with curly red hair. I think this is the first time I’ve really taken heed of our waitress. Her name is Noel. She’s now staring back at me, because she’s realized I’m staring at her.
Do you have lemonaid?[/color]
We do.
That’ll work.
She scribbles the two drinks down on her mini pad of paper and walks away. Meg‘s now giving me the stare I was just giving our waitress, except she has a certain gleam in her eyes.
So…
I wait. And I wait. “So” is usually the lead in to a sentence, not a thought in itself. Unless there was a question before hand of “how do you plan to fix those ripped jeans”, “so” is not a complete thought. I stare blankly at Meg, because I’m expecting the end of this thought.. But it’s not coming.. So I just repeat what she said. Maybe this will lead to her finishing her thought..
So…
You’re still wrestling…
Yes. I’m going to win the WFWF Heavyweight Championship.
Oh? How can you be so sure?
Because I’m facing Michael Kyzer, and I’m going to have his playbook in front of me before I ever step into that barbed wire.
Oh you are, wait, barbed wire?!
It’s a No Rope Barbed Wire match. I got creative control over the contract, Kyzer didn’t pay attention when signing it, so I got my match. There’s only been ONE of them in the history of the WFWF, and it was when I won the title.
So what makes you so sure this time is your’s?
Because I’ve never lost in no rope barbed wire.
But you’ve only had one. There‘s a big chance it could‘ve been dumb luck, or you could‘ve just had more skill than Rev.
I’m impressed that you remember it was Rev that I beat.
When you get around this environment again, things kind of come rushing back to you. So how can you be so sure you’ve got Kyzer’s number?
Her phone is laying on the table. A Blackberry. I grab it. She resists, and tries to grab it back from me, not realizing I’m making a demonstrative point here and don’t actually want her phone.
Because, my beautiful lady, I’m going to get his number from you.
She snatches her phone back. I couldn’t figure out how to unlock the keys anyways.
Why do you think I have his number? When I faced him, he beat me and my brother senseless.. And he had me arrested.. And he kind of ruined my life for several years..
Because you were inside of his head. The only person who can say they’re more inside of his head is Drakz, and I think I’ll have more luck charming your pants off than Drakz, figuratively speaking.
She‘s giving me the stink eye. I really picked up Pierce Deville‘s filthy vocabulary again quickly during my brief stint with him yesterday. I need a shower to wash myself of him, and I feel as though I should wash my own mouth out with soap for saying I was planning on charming her pants off.
Why do you think I have his number, though? When I tried to take him down, I had no success..
This is like cracking a safe, doll face. I need seven digits here. You’re going to provide me one, maybe two digits.. I’ve been talking to other people, too.
Who?
Well, I just met with EBR. And Pierce Deville. And I’m meeting with The Bronx Bomber tomorrow.
Who is The Bronx Bomber? And Pierce Deville for that matter?
The Bronx Bomber is a thug from New York who knows all about the mentality of a junkie. He grew up and lives around that kind of trash. The little idiosyncrasies of a junkie. And Pierce Deville is my old tag team partner. He got arrested for dog fighting.
That’s terrible.
And killing Tha CBT.
THA CBT IS DEAD???
Restaurant goers are staring at her now for her little outburst.
Yeah.. He got murdered. Attacked with a dog fighting dog that had rabies.. Died a pretty painful death from what I’ve heard.[/color]
That‘s awful! I wish I would‘ve known.. I would‘ve liked to have gone to the funeral..
There‘s a moment of awkward silence between us, which is luckily broken up by our waitress returning with our drinks.
Are you guys ready to order?
I am..
Meg nods, giving me and the waitress alike the non-verbal that she agrees.
Plate of hash browns, well done, but not burnt. You have jalapeno peppers?
We do.
Can you bring me like, a whole pepper?
Sure.
And uhh.. Two pieces of plain wheat toast.
Anything else.
Nah.. Meg?
I want waffles.
How many and what flavor?
Two. Plain.
Syrup and butter?
This is dragging on forever..[/color]
Yes please. Can I get two egg whites only too? Scrambled?
Absolutely. Anything else?
Meg is deep in thought. She has raised the left side of her lip and scrunched her nose as she thinks, which is disgustingly cute. There’s something about her with dyed hair that is so much more attractive than blonde. Never was much for blondes..
Toast sounds nice. White with grape jelly?
No problem..
Our waitress makes her way away from the table to place our order to the chef. I’m now staring at Meg. And she realizes it.
Why are you staring at me?
I can’t help it. You’re so much prettier than I remember you being. It may partially be because you aren’t pushing my house into a river..
She chuckles.
But I think it’s because you’ve dyed your hair. There’s something about brunettes I dig. I can’t put my finger on it. Well, I could.. But..
I’m a natural brunette.
Really?
I just dyed my hair to wrestle. Someone told me it’d be more appealing if I was blonde.
I can’t speak for the entire male race, but I speak for myself that I find you much hotter as a brunette.
She blushes a bit and starts to play with her hair.
So who was that guy who dropped you off? Is he going to try to kick my ass for flirting with you? Jealous boyfriend type?
I should hope not.. That was Morgan…
Oh. I see. Do you have a boyfriend? Or a husband?
She‘s looking at me out of the corner of her eye now. Sly and sexy. I think she‘s getting what I‘m getting at and I think she‘s digging my vibes.
No..
Girlfriend?
She grabs a salt packet and throws it at me.
Hey, it‘s 2012. You never know..
I’m single..
Want me to fix that?
She giggles a little bit.
You move quickly, don’t you?
When I see something I want, I’m not going to make reservations about reaching up and taking it.
Well, before I go jumping in the sack with you.. I have my own reasons for coming out here to meet with you. Beyond whatever you think I know about Kyzer..
Oh?
I heard you’re training a student?
Was training a student. She’s left now.
Are you still interested in it?
Maybe, why?
I have a girl, who needs guidance.. And a foot in the door. Could you get her a contract with WFWF? I kind of don’t have any contacts there any more.. I tried calling their front office and got a message “I don’t know you, kiss the ring bitch” and got hung up on..
King Kraig, always pleasant.. WFWF is under new management now.
WFWF changes management more often than I change my bed sheets..
I could talk to them though.. How much training does this girl need, like, how far from ring ready is she?
She’s got the basics, and she’s very athletic.. She just needs someone to teach her the finer points of the ring, the psychology and stuff.. Teach her to work, and not just wrestle..
You can bring her down to my house in Chicago, I’ll teach her what I can. I’ve got a buddy who owns a boxing gym, that he gave me a key to. Stiff ass ring and kind of dirty, but it gets the job done. You learn to bump right when you’re bumping in a ring that’s like concrete.
Where in Chicago are you?
Inside city limits, south side. Living in a tiny apartment right now.
What happened with that big house you built?
Ashley got it in the divorce.
Oh.. I’m sorry. So, you’re not with Ashley any more?
Do you think I’d be trying to get you in bed if I was?
I dunno.. Some guys aren’t faithful like that.. When the wife isn’t around, the husband plays..
Our waitress brings us our food, placing the two plates down on the table, and then placing silverware wrapped in a napkin near both of us. I quickly unwrap my knife and go to work on my peppers, cutting the tops off, cutting them in half, then cleaning out the cores, seeds, and veins. Meg has started eating, but is keeping an eye on what I’m doing.
The core is the hottest part, especially the seeds. There’s no flavor to them, either.[/color]
So why didn’t you just get them already cut and cleaned?
This guarantees me freshness.
I guess that’s one way to look at it..
I chop my pepper up, mixing it in with my potatoes. As I do so, I can’t help but feel Meg eye me down, she’s staring at me, expecting me to say or do something. I am almost forced to say something. What comes out is rude at best.
What?
Well, you were just laying it on so hot and heavy earlier, I expected you to have a whole list of lines to throw at me. “Are you tired, because you’ve been running through my mind all day.” “Did it hurt, what, when you fell from Heaven?” Or the atypical “you’ve got the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen”
Well..
Don’t even say it!
”You may fall from the sky, you may fall from a tree, but the best way to fall, is in love with me”
She looks up from her food, looking at me and raising her eyebrows, almost an intrigued look on her face. Not sure about this reaction. But she chuckles. Corny pick up lines DO work, guys.. I’ve finished my preparation and have begun eating my food. Meg is about half way done. I pick at my food a lot, but when it comes time to actually eat it, I eat fairly quickly and I don’t talk a lot. She uses this as an opportunity to get in a few words edgewise.[/b]
So about Alexis.
I spit a bit of potato as I talk
Who’s Alexis?[/color]
My student. How much would you charge, to train her? She doesn‘t have a lot of money. Kind of struggling to get by. She‘s actually living in my grandma‘s house right now. And I don‘t really have the money, to give you the money, she gave me, to be perfectly honest.
I’m sure we can work something out. I’ll make a few calls and see if I can get her a foot in the door, first and foremost.
I eat some more of my food. We mostly sit quietly and eat. It‘s a bit awkward and nothing like the other meetings I‘ve had. Well, it is in a way.. I still have learned nothing I can actually use to defeat Kyzer. But there‘s something about this woman.. Something about the way she‘s looking at me, something about the way I feel about her..
How are you getting back home? Your brother dropped you off here.. Do you need a ride, when it‘s time to leave?
She smiles out of the side of her mouth.[/b]
That’d be nice..
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Hey Sascha, it’s Schneider. Call me back whenever you get a second. The project got green lighted and they gave a certain amount of funding for it. I’m not sure if it’s the amount of funding you’d like, but considering we were going to do this entirely freelance, it’ll certainly help. Get with me man, because I’d like to get this done before the Pay Per View and my time is limited at best lately. Holler.
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Have you ever stepped in gum? Even if you scrape a majority off of your shoes, it’s still stuck in the cracks and grooves of your shoes. It’s stuck there forever. No matter what you do, that gum is stuck there. It quickly attracts dirt and spam, turning black instead of whatever color the gum originally was. When I returned to the WFWF, I returned to right wrongs. I returned to conclude the story I had started some years prior and give the proper ending to my career. In doing so, I started an unintended new beginning, but in the first steps back into the door in the WFWF, I stepped in someone’s disgusting, chewed up, used bubblegum. They had just spit it on the ground, so it stuck to my shoes badly.
You see, I’ve had this tunnel vision on the National title for a long time. Or equals to the National title, as the championship has been renamed by every new set of owners over the years to whatever they find most appropriate. Pure title, X Breed title, Hardcore X title, Asshat title, Meggalicious title.. I’m sure I’m missing some as well. I’ve had this tunnel vision on it since I initially lost the World Heavyweight title, back in 2007. Because back in 2004, 2005, when I would’ve been “National title level”.. I never got a shot at it. I was a “tag team guy” and the piece of shit owner at the time was fine with keeping me in this role. Where as Drakz was tearing up the National title scene then.. I was feuding at length with ATM.
Ever wondered why myself and Drakz have never crossed paths? We’ve been in this company parallel since late 2003. I joined this company a mere two weeks before Drakz did. And we have NEVER had a match against each other. In nearly 10 years of history, albeit with absences from each of us sprinkled in there, we’ve never crossed paths. People commented how strange it was that Mak Cross and I had never competed, but people fail to realize how perpendicularly Drakz and I’s careers have ran over the years. The difference is, he’s got the opportunities.. I’ve had to scratch and claw for all of mine.. He got the shot to go out and have a ladders, stun guns, and dumpsters match and steal the show over the National title. I almost had to kill my best friend to get that center stage on a WFWF Pay Per View, and we didn’t get the championship motivation to do it..
He got the shot at the International title.. My first opportunity at that title was a six way mayhem match, which I WON, and was never awarded the International championship because DRAKZ AND KYZER got the ownership, and dropped everything that was happening in the federation.. Drakz got his world title shots.. I was here for four years, before I was entered into a TOURNAMENT to crown the new World Heavyweight title, after the aforementioned Michael Kyzer abandoned ship and disappeared into the darkness.
This rant all leads to something, though. While other wrestlers in the WFWF, and I say wrestler and not whatever self contrived bullshit people come up with to call this sport these days, because I am a wrestler.. While other wrestlers have received the shots at the levels they should.. Every single championship opportunity I’ve wanted and got.. I’ve had to steal myself. Everyone else gets the door cracked and they just have to push it open.. The door’s been locked for me at every turn and I’ve had to kick it open and break the lock if I want to get through it. That first WFWF Tag Team title reign? Percy and I STOLE THE BELTS to receive our shot. My first WFWF Heavyweight title shot, I made it to the finals of an eight person tournament to get.. And my second shot I had to beat the previously unbeaten and unblemished Michael Kyzer to get.
National title shots.. Those are funny to me.. The one thing I need for my immortality.. The one thing I need to complete my destiny.. They say if a man grows up poor, and never has all the cool toys.. If he gets rich and powerful, he’ll go one of two routes. He’ll either buy all the toys he never had growing up himself, or he’ll spoil his child with every toy they could ever want. To me.. My toy growing up that I missed out on wasn’t a Technodrome, it wasn’t a Ghostbusters car, and it wasn’t a Batmobile. My toy was the National title.
The National title is my poison. David Brennan has alcohol as his vice.. My vice is that championship. That championship has led me to EVERY SWEET DESTRUCTION I’VE EVER HAD. It led me to my one and only loss since returning to the WFWF, in Hutton Brown.. And it led me down the road to step in the wet, sticky gum, that’s been stuck to my shoe for all these years known as Trace Demon.
Trace Demon was a wet behind the ears youngster entering a Hardcore X title battle royal when we first crossed paths. No one could pick him out of a line up. And on that night.. A night where I was having an “off night” (which is arguable, since I DID win the WFWF Tag Team titles that night, with Pierce Deville), Trace Demon was able to sweep past me. He was able to win that battle royal and he was able to win the championship that should belong to me.. And since then, he’s been stuck to me like glue. I beat him one on one in the house shows, to prove what he did to me in the battle royal was a fluke.. But he still talked about me. In my absence from the federation, he built a dynasty for himself, using me as a stepping stone. And this drove me crazy. It drove me crazy that this gum that had been stuck to my shoe for going on four years now was coming back up and getting stuck to everything it touched..
So when I returned.. I took a butter knife and I went to work to scrape this gum off once and for all. I was going to eliminate the Trace Demon problem. And I hurt him. I hurt him and I beat him. And despite all that, he sticks around. In the groves of my shoes, the smallest designs of the bottom of my shoes, he sticks around. As I did my battles with Hutton Brown, our initial battle.. I’m confronted by this gum stuck on the bottom of my shoe again. I run across the ring to Yakuza Kick Hutton Brown in the face and the camera zooms in. On the bottom of my white soled boot, I’ve got these black lines. This black lines that used to be pink, but have gathered up dirt and spam since 2008.. Trace Demon. He was right there. To test his might. He walks to the carnival game to swing the hammer, and once again, the carny ring leader took his money and sent him away shamed.
Now.. This week on Loaded.. This week on Loaded I’m faced with a problem. I stepped in a water puddle, you see. My favorite shoes are wet. I’ve got them outside drying on the line, drying in the sun.. But in the meantime, I have to put my old shoes on. These old shoes with a trail of dirt and gum embedded in them.. And as I stare at these shoes, I’m irritated by the fact that after all these years, the one misstep I made still haunts me, as it sticks around and laughs at me on every turn. On every step. This week on Loaded.. I finish this problem once and for all. Sayonara, Demon Gum.
ing day, and ask for extensions and crap, delaying the entire federation because of the games they want to play, and the crap they want to stir. Anything for an inferior writer to try to get an advantage, right?
