Post by Rated R on Dec 16, 2012 17:36:19 GMT -5
“Almost all people have this potential for evil, which would be unleashed only under certain dangerous social circumstances.”
- Iris Chang.
< *** >
Loyalty.
Loyalty is a big deal in this business. Loyalty sticks with you no matter where you are. It doesn’t matter if you’re in the WFWF, either of the XWA’s, PRW, hell, any company full stop, the concept of loyalty, the stigma of disloyalty, travels with you for the rest of your career. And there’s reason for that, loyalty is important. Loyalty, knowing that you can trust the people working for you, working with you, to put the interests of the company ahead of their own? That’s important, it’s always been important and it’ll always be important. And I take that seriously, loyalty is as important to me as anything else in my life, because without it we are nothing more than rabid animals.
But of late there’s been a lot of people questioning my loyalty to the WFWF. There’s a lot of people going around asking questions whether I really want to be here or not, whether I care about the company, whether I’d rather be in the XWA than right here in the company that I made my name in. Part of me understands this doubt, I mean I’ve been very vocal in my distaste of how things are going, I’ve been very vocal in telling every single fan exactly how pathetic they are and exactly how ridiculous and tragic this company has become. And, like the fools that you are, you took that as an insult upon yourselves, you took as insult upon the WFWF.
But, as is often the case when you people make assumptions, you were wrong. You see I have always been loyal to the WFWF, I mean six years in the same company? You want to tell me that six years means absolutely nothing? No, it means everything, it means that for six years I have put my body on the line, for six years I have worked every show regardless of whether I was drunk, whether I was high, whether my body or mind wanted to give up on me. And I did it all because I am loyal to the WFWF. But that is where it stops. I am loyal only to the company. I am not loyal to the others wrestlers who have never shown any loyalty to me, I am not loyal to the authority figures who took it upon themselves to try and destroy the legacy that is my career. I am loyal to the WFWF and I am loyal to myself.
But you see, as of late there has been one man who seems insistent on bringing down both of those things, he is obsessed with ruining me, and with ruining the company that I have bled for. And that man is Xavier Pierce. You see Xavier Pierce doesn’t know what he’s doing; Xavier Pierce doesn’t seem to understand what it takes to run a wrestling promotion. If this was any other company, if that was some inbred hick town independent promotion then I wouldn’t give a damn what he wanted to do. But this is my company, the foundations he is tearing down are the ones that I have built my legacy upon, and I couldn’t sit by and watch that happen, so I stepped up! I stepped up and I embarrassed Xavier Pierce by forcing him to admit that I was so much more important than he will ever be, I made him sign that golden contract to prove that it is the wrestlers that matter, not the obsessive arms dealer that owns the shares. And he took offence, he took offence to that. Can you believe it?
So what he does he do? Instead of attempting to improve upon the company? He makes it his mission to screw me over every change he can get. This obsession of his is pathetic but at the start I could not have cared less, because sure instead of just giving me the straight rematch for the WFWF International Championship that I deserved he made me jump through hoops for it, but I did it, I got my title match and I got my contract. Sure, he booked me in a title defence against a man who he found on the street, some roided up freak called Cameron Stone, but I beat him, I retained the title. I didn’t care because it didn’t matter who he put it my way, I knew I could beat them and I enjoyed beating them.
Then he went a step further, he brought in Yukio Blaze, he brought back the greatest failure of my WFWF career just to taunt me. I mean we all know it wasn’t because Yukio is a marketable talent, it wasn’t because he’s got any real talent in him, it could have been because Xavier wanted to screw his wife because let me tell you, she is a spark in the sack, no, it’s because of me. Xavier Pierce brought Yukio Blaze back to the WFWF because he wanted me to be reminded of my greatest failure every single time I walked into that locker room. But you know, even that I can cope with, I just did what I do best, I started tearing Yukio’s life apart ready to end his career once and for all. But then… then he took it too far.
You see, last week, there were these qualifying matches, the winners of which would go on to face each other in a battle royal. This was going to be my crowning moment, I was going to win my match, even with that anchor Yukio Blaze dragging me down, I was going to win the battle royal and then I was going to beat Phillip Schneider, just like I’ve done before, and become a double champion. But what happened? I won my match, and then Xavier Pierce screwed me over! Xavier Pierce went back on his word and he took away my chance to make history! And you wonder why I have a problem; you wonder why I have no loyalty to Xavier Pierce. It’s because he screws me over time and time again and now he has taken too far.
Xavier, you couldn’t beat me by throwing people into the ring with me, so now you’ve come after me with your loopholes and your legalities, now you are trying to screw with my head. But guess what, you want to take this a step further? You want to make this about more than what goes on in the ring? Well I can play that game, and you’re not going to like it when I do.
[/color]- Iris Chang.
< *** >
Loyalty.
Loyalty is a big deal in this business. Loyalty sticks with you no matter where you are. It doesn’t matter if you’re in the WFWF, either of the XWA’s, PRW, hell, any company full stop, the concept of loyalty, the stigma of disloyalty, travels with you for the rest of your career. And there’s reason for that, loyalty is important. Loyalty, knowing that you can trust the people working for you, working with you, to put the interests of the company ahead of their own? That’s important, it’s always been important and it’ll always be important. And I take that seriously, loyalty is as important to me as anything else in my life, because without it we are nothing more than rabid animals.
But of late there’s been a lot of people questioning my loyalty to the WFWF. There’s a lot of people going around asking questions whether I really want to be here or not, whether I care about the company, whether I’d rather be in the XWA than right here in the company that I made my name in. Part of me understands this doubt, I mean I’ve been very vocal in my distaste of how things are going, I’ve been very vocal in telling every single fan exactly how pathetic they are and exactly how ridiculous and tragic this company has become. And, like the fools that you are, you took that as an insult upon yourselves, you took as insult upon the WFWF.
But, as is often the case when you people make assumptions, you were wrong. You see I have always been loyal to the WFWF, I mean six years in the same company? You want to tell me that six years means absolutely nothing? No, it means everything, it means that for six years I have put my body on the line, for six years I have worked every show regardless of whether I was drunk, whether I was high, whether my body or mind wanted to give up on me. And I did it all because I am loyal to the WFWF. But that is where it stops. I am loyal only to the company. I am not loyal to the others wrestlers who have never shown any loyalty to me, I am not loyal to the authority figures who took it upon themselves to try and destroy the legacy that is my career. I am loyal to the WFWF and I am loyal to myself.
But you see, as of late there has been one man who seems insistent on bringing down both of those things, he is obsessed with ruining me, and with ruining the company that I have bled for. And that man is Xavier Pierce. You see Xavier Pierce doesn’t know what he’s doing; Xavier Pierce doesn’t seem to understand what it takes to run a wrestling promotion. If this was any other company, if that was some inbred hick town independent promotion then I wouldn’t give a damn what he wanted to do. But this is my company, the foundations he is tearing down are the ones that I have built my legacy upon, and I couldn’t sit by and watch that happen, so I stepped up! I stepped up and I embarrassed Xavier Pierce by forcing him to admit that I was so much more important than he will ever be, I made him sign that golden contract to prove that it is the wrestlers that matter, not the obsessive arms dealer that owns the shares. And he took offence, he took offence to that. Can you believe it?
So what he does he do? Instead of attempting to improve upon the company? He makes it his mission to screw me over every change he can get. This obsession of his is pathetic but at the start I could not have cared less, because sure instead of just giving me the straight rematch for the WFWF International Championship that I deserved he made me jump through hoops for it, but I did it, I got my title match and I got my contract. Sure, he booked me in a title defence against a man who he found on the street, some roided up freak called Cameron Stone, but I beat him, I retained the title. I didn’t care because it didn’t matter who he put it my way, I knew I could beat them and I enjoyed beating them.
Then he went a step further, he brought in Yukio Blaze, he brought back the greatest failure of my WFWF career just to taunt me. I mean we all know it wasn’t because Yukio is a marketable talent, it wasn’t because he’s got any real talent in him, it could have been because Xavier wanted to screw his wife because let me tell you, she is a spark in the sack, no, it’s because of me. Xavier Pierce brought Yukio Blaze back to the WFWF because he wanted me to be reminded of my greatest failure every single time I walked into that locker room. But you know, even that I can cope with, I just did what I do best, I started tearing Yukio’s life apart ready to end his career once and for all. But then… then he took it too far.
You see, last week, there were these qualifying matches, the winners of which would go on to face each other in a battle royal. This was going to be my crowning moment, I was going to win my match, even with that anchor Yukio Blaze dragging me down, I was going to win the battle royal and then I was going to beat Phillip Schneider, just like I’ve done before, and become a double champion. But what happened? I won my match, and then Xavier Pierce screwed me over! Xavier Pierce went back on his word and he took away my chance to make history! And you wonder why I have a problem; you wonder why I have no loyalty to Xavier Pierce. It’s because he screws me over time and time again and now he has taken too far.
Xavier, you couldn’t beat me by throwing people into the ring with me, so now you’ve come after me with your loopholes and your legalities, now you are trying to screw with my head. But guess what, you want to take this a step further? You want to make this about more than what goes on in the ring? Well I can play that game, and you’re not going to like it when I do.
< *** >
House of Hell Wrestling School
12th December 2012 ; 11:32am
Trace Demon: If you can’t even do this then what the f**k are you doing here in the first place?
One thing I’ve learned since I’ve opened up this wrestling school is that if people are paying to attend, then they generally want some hands on training with the people actually running it. Crazy, I know, but no matter how much I argued otherwise Wayne insisted that I was actually meant to do some work, as if finding ways to screw with Yukio Blaze’s life wasn’t enough hard work already. So here I am, in the training ring with the unlucky sod who has to try and take me to the mat.
By the way, I lied about screwing with Yukio’s life being difficult. He’s such a loser that it’s really, really easy.[/color]
Trace Demon: Come on, you’ve just got to take me to the mat, it’s simple, even that loser Blaze managed to knock me down at least once.
Thus kid doesn’t stand a chance; I don’t even know what he’s doing here. He’s only a teenager, never having wrestled a match before he came to the school, 5’4, 160lbs at best, barely any muscle. He’s not a threat to me, probably never will be, if anything he’s one of the least impressive students we’ve got and I’ve got no intentions on letting him go into the professional class unless he actually learns how to do something other than get punched in the face.[/color]
Trace Demon: Now!
He panics and charges at me without thinking it through, not calculated in the slightest. I remain still, knowing what’s coming before he even goes for the tackle. He tries hooking his arms around my legs but I get in there first, wrapping my arms around his waist, lifting him up off of his feet like he’s a helium balloon and just throwing him to the canvas back first. It’s a little bit rough, his shoulder hits awkwardly and as he lies there I see some chuckling from the other guys around the ring. Some people would feel bad for him, lying there grasping his shoulder like a pathetic wannabe, but not me, I don’t have the time for that.[/color]
Trace Demon: Get up, try again.
Trainee: I can’t.
Trace Demon: You’re legs broken?
Trainee: No.
Trace Demon: Then get the hell up before I drag you up.
You throw a little vitriol in your voice and you can intimidate just about anybody, especially when you’re trying to push them into doing something. Nobody likes being talked down to, nobody likes being embarrassed, especially not in front of people who they crave respect from, and if you find the right point, the right trigger, you can push them into doing things they’d never do usually. Doesn’t matter if it’s fear, anger, hatred, it just matters that it gets the job done, and right now it does, this flimsy little trainee pulling himself up onto his feet.[/color]
Trace Demon: Good, now try again. Take me down.
He moves in slower this time, more trepidation in his actions. That pain in his shoulder has taught him not to rush in, not to do something without thinking it through. It’s a start, but even with that knowledge you still need the smarts to work out your next move, the skill to actually pull it off and right now he doesn’t have either of those. He comes in with a collar and elbow tie up and I let it go through, give him the illusion that he’s actually got something going. His problem is that he didn’t take the height difference into account, didn’t take the strength difference into account. He’s still too green to figure out how to use his strengths to his advantage and with a second I’ve pulled him into a side headlock and then dropped him to the ground with a leg sweep.[/color]
Trace Demon: Get up.
He looks up at me, holding the back of his head after taking the drop badly. I can see it in his eyes, he doesn’t want to be embarrassed again. Too bad kid, you’re in my house now.[/color]
Trace Demon: Listen to me kid, you want to do this, you want to be a wrestler? Then you better start thinking about what the hell you’re doing. You don’t go in for a takedown or a collar and elbow on one of the best technical wrestlers in the game. You target a weakness, hit me with a straight kick to the knee or a sly right hand right to the jaw. You figure out what they’re weakest at and you exploit it, you get inside their head and you take them off guard. You, you’ve got nothing, you understand, you need to smarten up, toughen up and stop looking like you’re about to piss yourself every five minutes.
Where there was once snide, muffled laughter there is now silence. The kid stares at me, trying to fight back the urge to just run off and never come back. The rest of the students look just as stunned, thinking I took it all too far. Who gives a s**t what they think though, they’re paying me to teach them how to wrestle, not to sugar coat their complete lack of talent.[/color]
Trace Demon: Class dismissed.
I climb out of the practice ring, grabbing a bottle of water from the bench as I head back towards my office. Thank god that’s over, I hate dealing with kids. Hell, I hate dealing with people.[/color]
Wayne McGurk: Trace!
F*****g people.[/color]
Trace Demon: What is it now Wayne?
Wayne McGurk: This guy here says he has an appointment with you.
I turn to see Wayne approaching with some guy in his mid-forties, someone who I have definitely never seen before. He’s chubby, losing his hair, wearing a cheap suit masquerading as something impressive. My immediate thought is that he’s a reporter, reporters love to catch me when I’m in the mood to choke a dude.[/color]
Trace Demon: He doesn’t, call security.
Wayne McGurk: We don’t have any security.
Trace Demon: Well there’s got to be at least two semi-competent students in this entire room who can throw someone out. Hell, where’s Penny? She’s been moaning to me all day that she hasn’t gotten to kick anyone in the balls recently.
Jason Anders: Mr. Demon, if I could just have a minute of my time.
He dares to speak to me? How rude.[/color]
Trace Demon: No.
Jason Anders: My name is Jason Anders, I’m a lawyer. I believe you have been grossly mistreated by Xavier Pierce and the WFWF, I think I can help.
Now he’s got my attention.[/color]
Wayne McGurk: Trace, you’ve still got a glacc to…
Trace Demon: Give us some space Wayne.
Wayne McGurk: You can’t be serious, this guy’s a…
Trace Demon: Didn’t you hear him? I’ve been mistreated! I know it, he knows it, you know it, just about everybody with half a brain knows it, which doesn’t include the majority of people on the WFWF roster.
Wayne McGurk: He’s just trying to use your obsession to get paid.
Obsession? He thinks I’m obsessed? If he doesn’t start treating me with a bit more respect then maybe Yukio Blaze won’t be the only one who knows what if feels like when Trace Demon has screwed his wife.[/color]
Jason Anders: Actually, I’m not looking for any payment; I just think a man such as yourself should be treated with the respect that he deserves.
Trace Demon: See, respect Wayne! Respect, nobody respects the people that deserve it anymore!
Wayne McGurk: You’re mad, just don’t sign any cheques, alright?
Trace Demon: As if I ever carry a cheque book around with me.
As if Alexa even lets me have the cheque book, not after that incident where I tried to buy the Tokyo Dome.[/color]
Trace Demon: Come on Anders, let’s talk.
Jason Anders: My name is Jason.
Trace Demon: Like I care Anders, like I care one bit.
< *** >
The Office of Trace Demon
December 12th ; 12:07pm
I sit behind my desk, the authoritative tone gives off a sense of power, of authority, of intimidating. It’s important to hold that strength, it ensures control, ensures that the other person thinks you know what you’re talking about. It doesn’t really matter if you’re telling the truth, if you’re even making sense, as long as the other person thinks you are.[/color]
Jason Anders: I promise you this is completely above board; I’m not trying to screw you out of your hard earned money.
Trace Demon: I believe you Anders; I mean we both know that if you try messing with me I’ll rip your throat out with my teeth.
He laughs. I remain deadly serious.[/color]
Trace Demon: That wasn’t a joke. I have very sharp teeth.
There’s something off about this guy, he gives off this natural aura of being untrustworthy but at the same time he definitely knows his stuff when it comes to law, and he’s got a history in the wrestling business as well. Used to work in the legal department for the WFWF before Pierce unfairly canned him when he wanted to save some money to line his own pocket, which means we’ve got something in common. Xavier Pierce has screwed us both over. That either makes him the perfect ally, or a liability.[/color]
Trace Demon: I get that you don’t like Xavier Pierce; to be honest I haven’t met anybody who does, he’s kind of a dick, but I don’t need a renegade lawyer with a death wish running in all gun ho.
Jason Anders: What are you talking about?
Trace Demon: Sorry, watched Die Hard last night. What a film.
Jason Anders: Yeah, okay…
This guy doesn’t appreciate Die Hard! That’s a negative right there.[/color]
Jason Anders: Look Mr Demon…
Trace Demon: Call me Trace, Mr Demon was my father.
Actually my father was a raving ass drunk who could never be considered respectable enough to be called Mr in any way, shape or form. But I digress.[/color]
Jason Anders: Okay Trace, yes, Pierce screwed me over, but I’m not here because of that. There was a reason I was getting paid so much by the WFWF and that is because I’m very good at what I do…
And what you do isn’t very nice? Sorry, couldn’t help myself.[/color]
Jason Anders: I could have gone to any law film in the country and got a job, I’ve had a lot of offers, but I loved that company, have done for years. Now I have to sit by and watch Pierce screw up everything that I’ve loved for years? Nah, I’m not that kind of guy. Neither are you. I don’t want to sit by and watch Pierce completely screw up this company.
Trace Demon: Look, I get it, I do, Pierce f****d you over and you want to get him back. You love the WFWF and all that jazz, but none of that matters to me. I don’t even care if you’re good at your job, I’ve already got a lawyer who’s done a solid job of keeping me out of jail and god help him I haven’t made it easy. If you want my help, you need to get my attention.
Jason Anders: You want me to catch your attention?
He pulls out a file from inside his briefcase and throws it onto my desk right in front of me.[/color]
Trace Demon: And what exactly am I looking at here?
Jason Anders: You got shares in your new contract, right?
Trace Demon: Yeah.
Jason Anders: Well then that right there is how we’re going to get this company back from Xavier Pierce.
I can’t help but grin.[/color]
Trace Demon: Now you’re speaking my language.
< *** >
‘Her’ Hotel Room
13th December 2012 ; 1:35am
Trace Demon: I’ve got to say, I wasn’t expecting you to call.
There are very few things that can catch me by surprise anymore. After you’ve lived through everything that I have, through the beatings, the abuse, the hate and the threats, through all of the violence, you forget that people are capable of surprising you. But this right here, this surprised me. A phone call in the middle of the night, a request to meet in a hotel room, no intention of having sex with her. That latter one surprised me as much as anything, because it would be the perfect way to completely undo his mind once and for all. But alas, I’m obviously too decent a man to cheat.[/color]
Robin Blaze: I didn’t want to but… but we need to talk.
She stands there nervously and once again I have to remind myself that this is all real. I’m here in a hotel room with Robin, Thunder’s sister and more importantly the unlucky wife of one Yukio Blaze. I can hear the fear in her voice, not a fear of what I may do to her, she knows that well I’m a little bit of a sociopath that I’d never physically attack her, I keep my violence to the ring, not against completely innocent women. I’m not Phillip Schneider. No, it’s the fear of somebody finding out that she is meeting with me. We both know that would be the end of her and her hobo of a husband’s marriage.[/color]
Trace Demon: Last time we were in a bedroom together we didn’t do a whole lot of talking.
She tries to hide her embarrassment at the memory, at how I’ve used it to humiliate her husband who, might I add, is a serious downgrade from yours truly.[/color]
Robin Blaze: You had no right to do what you did.
Trace Demon: Yet I did it anyway, who would have thought I’d do something I wasn’t mean to. Wait, let me answer that – everybody who has ever met me. You didn’t think I’d bring this up when Yukio came after me? You didn’t think to warn him off.
Robin Blaze: I can’t control what he does when he’s in that ring. I never thought you’d tell him, I didn’t think you were that much of a jackass.
Trace Demon: You should never underestimate the level of jackassery I am capable of.
She turns away, shakes her head, probably can’t believe she ever got involved with me in the first place. Makes sense, I’ve always been kind of an ass to everyone who isn’t my family, and even they haven’t been immune to all of the s**t I do. I approach her, bring my hand up to her cheek. She pulls away disgusted and I burst into laughter.[/color]
Robin Blaze: You’re a pig, a f*****g monster.
My laughter slowly subsides and all that’s left is a coldness in my gaze. I don’t care about Robin, her only use to me is a pawn in mine and Yukio’s game that has started years ago. Our dalliance four years ago was fun, it was a memory, but it wasn’t anything special, it wasn’t anything I haven’t done with other women before or after her. She wasn’t special, she wasn’t amazing, sure she got down and dirty and I’m betting she hasn’t had anyone who can keep up with her in the bedroom since… or in the pool, or in the garden, or… you know, let’s just end it there before this gets weird.[/color]
Trace Demon: Let’s get to the point, what the hell is so important that you called me out here at one in the morning? What is so important that you left your kid at home being looked after by uncle Thunder or whoever the hell you brought in to look after the hobo’s offspring?
Robin Blaze: I need you to stop going after him.
Trace Demon: You’re joking right? Why the hell would I do that when I’m this close to breaking him?
Robin Blaze: Because I know you will break him. I haven’t seen him in two weeks, he’s been off drinking and doing god knows what all because of you. If you keep doing this then I don’t know what’s going to be left of him.
Trace Demon: You’re telling me you don’t think he’s strong enough to fight me?
Robin Blaze: Oh he’ll fight you, he might beat you, but I’m scared of what he’ll become to do that, what he’ll become. I don’t think he’s strong enough to come out of this the same man.
Trace Demon: You think he’s weak?
She doesn’t answer, wouldn’t want to admit it if she did think that. But I need to hear it, it’s all I need for the next stage.[/color]
Trace Demon: You know, what we had was special Robin, so if you want this thing with Yukio to end, then you end it. You tell me that you think he’s weak and I’ll finish this, call it quits between us once and for all.
Robin Blaze: You won’t.
For a girl who I only ever slept with once she knows me well.[/color]
Trace Demon: I promise you, say it and I end it, you and Yukio will never have to worry about me again.
Robin Blaze: If I say this, you’ll leave Yukio alone? You’ll just leave us, we can be together and you will never step into his life again?
I nod. She looks into my eyes, trying to find some shred of honesty in my words.[/color]
Robin Blaze: I think he’s weak.
Trace Demon: Speak up.
Robin Blaze: I think Yukio is weak.
Trace Demon: That’s all I needed to hear. It was nice seeing you again.
She turns away, feels like she’s betrayed Yukio even though all she has done is something that he would never have the courage to do. She begged me for peace, begged me to leave him alone, took a lot of guts, I respect that, but as I walk out of that hotel room I know that it’s a peace that I can’t give. I pull out my phone, turn the recording feature off, forward through a little bit, then hit replay. Robin’s voice echoes out through the phone.[/color]
Robin: we can be together and you will never step into his life again?
The voice pauses, and then those sweet words emerge, the words I’m going to use to destroy him.[/color]
Robin Blaze: I think he’s weak… I think Yukio is weak.
I turn the recording off and walk down the hall. Sorry Robin, but my word doesn’t mean s**t anymore.[/color]
< *** >
I’m starting to wonder about the man that I have become. There was a time that I held my head high as a epitome of honour and respect, as the man who would enter the ring purely for the thrill of wrestling, who would talk about how he was going to put on the best performance and pull out something special. I used to talk about how much I respected my opponents, how much I couldn’t wait to wrestle them and put on a show stealer of a match for the fans… I used to say a lot of things, but that was a dozen or so personalities ago, and things have changed since then. I’ve woken up, you can blame Xavier Pierce for that.
Well, you can’t just blame Pierce for that, you can blame yourself. You came blame the people who pay for tickets, who sit down with their teeth rotting fizzy drinks, or their liver destroying booze, or their artery clogging junk food. You know these people, who already have horrible teeth, who are already so drunk they can’t even hold up a proper career, who already struggle to fit into a normal bloody seat. You can blame those people, the fans, who come out to our shows and refuse to show me the respect that I have spent over six years earning. You can blame those people for my sudden change.
It’s their fault that nowadays I don’t give a s**t about honouring my word, because when your honour your word does it earn you any respect? No. It’s their fault that when I step into the ring I actively try to hurt people, because when you just try and put on a great match and make both yourself and your opponent look good, does it earn you any respect? No. It’s their fault that I go out to that ring and I badmouth people, I abuse people, I spit on their hopes, their dreams and their legacies because when you show other people any respect does it earn you any respect? No. It is this continual lack of respect that has eaten me away from the inside for too long and now has finally set me free.
This man that stands in front of you, this man who has no problem with ruining people’s lives if they get in his way… this is the man that I have always been. Truthfully, beneath all the lies and the deception the real Trace Demon is a man who just wants to hurt people, who just wants to ruin people, who just wants to break people. I mean there have been flashes of this version of me before, this true version of me, back when I was running the show, because when I was holding the National Championship, or the Tag Team Championship, or the World Championship or any of the f*****g championships that I have won in my career because when I am this man I am successful beyond your wildest dreams.
But you see, I’ve never been there raw, this vicious, this animalistic. I’ve never felt this need to hurt and main and kill quite so strong. And the thing is you think it would consume me, you’d think it would take over my mind and leave me as nothing more than a festering corpse of rage and hatred and anger but it hasn’t. My mind is sharper than it has ever been. My mind is working on so many different ideas, working up so many different ways that I can hurt people, that I can torture them in both body and mind. I’ve never been this clear so maybe I should thank you, thank you all for setting me free with your discouragement and your lack of respect. Maybe… maybe, maybe, maybe, but who knows, maybe it was always going to happen.
Maybe I just needed to be pushed, god knows there are enough things going on that could push me over the edge. Xavier Pierce, Yukio Blaze, the New Epoch before they pussied out and ran off to their dark little corners. They all come after me and they rip and they tear at my legacy, at my soul and my mind, they try and end me but they just can’t do it, none of you can do it! Because I am stronger than I have ever been! Xavier Pierce, you want to start messing with my career, you want to start taking away the opportunities that I deserve, that I have earned through blood and pain? Well guess what, I’m smart, I’ve got an ace up my sleeve. I’m not the only one who hates you Xavier, but I will damn sure be the one to end you and your reign of terror over my company.
I mean just look at what I’ve done to Yukio, your secret little weapon. You brought him here to taunt my Xavier, don’t lie, I know you did. It doesn’t matter, I broke him, he came in swinging trying to take me out, thought that I was the same man that he beat years ago. But I’m not, and he learned that pretty quickly. Some of you think I got too personal but me… I did what had to be done, I did what I had to do to make sure that Yukio Blaze’s mind started to break down, started to erode, because that’s what has to be done. Yukio Blaze is a nobody, a relic of a bygone era, he does not deserve to be in that ring with a motherf*****g grand slam champion. He does not deserve to be here! But you brought him here, and I broke him.
And I’m just getting started. Yukio, I don’t know what you’ve got planned for this week, beyond making a fool of yourself in that battle royal of course, but it doesn’t matter. At first I gave you the chance to walk away, I gave you the chance to just go on with your pathetic excuse for a career, I mean it’s not like I could lose any more respect for you, but you said no, and in that action you sealed your fate. You only get one chance Yukio, once chance to walk away from me and you turned it down, which means now you have my attention, and you have my focus. And that’s one thing that a sane man doesn’t want. Yukio Blaze, I had your wife, and now I will have your career.
There’s one more man who I have to speak about, one more man who has been unlucky in being drawn in to the statement that I have to make, one more man who has to suffer because of the actions of Xavier Pierce. Tommy Staxx. I don’t get what Pierce’s obsession is with booking me against people who have no right being in the same ring as me, but you’re just the latest one in a long line. And look at the last guy, Cameron Stone… who the f**k is Cameron Stone? I still don’t know. That one’s going to perplex me for a long ass time. But you Staxx, I know your sad story.
You see just like me you’ve been booked against people who you shouldn’t be in the ring with. Although unlike me, it’s because you’re just not good enough. On your debut you got a shot at the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship against Phillip Schneider and you were torn apart like the nobody that you are, like the unworthy little piece of s**t that you are. Then after that you got into the ring with David Brennan and you were embarrassed once again, you did nothing, Brennan ruined you like I ruined Robin Blaze. And then you got put into the ring with… Cameron Stone? You couldn’t even beat that nobody? What the f**k are you doing here? You don’t f*****g belong here Staxx, and now I have to get rid of you.
Not because I don’t want the fans to have to sit through any more of your matches, but because it’s what I want to do. I want to hurt you, I want to cripple you, I want to lift you up and drop you spine first across my knee like Bane did the bat and I want to end your career. Because I feel like it, and when I want to do something, I do it.
Call me evil, call me a sociopath, call me whatever you want because for now, forever… you’ll be calling me champion… you’ll be calling me the winner… you’ll be calling be the King.[/color][/center]
