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Post by bad guy™ on Dec 5, 2013 0:34:00 GMT -5
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Death Friday November 29th, 2013Traveling Washington Boulevard by foot, Shawn Malakai, shivering cold even inside of a pricey fleece jacket and hipster beanie on his body, Malakai makes his way about a half mile from his home at the highest point of his tiny city, a piece of unexpected business he was hoping to not have to deal with for quite a while, but unfortunately…it happened.
For those who remember, a few years back, Shawn Malakai had been walking with Tobias in the local dog park near his home in East Pittsburgh, and while Tobias had run off to chase some crows in which he had no real chance at catching, he found himself seated on a stone bench at one of the parks chess tables. While Tobias relentlessly tried to catch the birds, Malakai sat at the table playing a rather boring game of chess with himself when an elderly man sat across from him and began taking up the remainder of the game with Malakai. Malakai, setting up his white to win…lost to the elderly mans black. Stunned, Malakai struck up a conversation with the man, and he and the man he now knew as David began what was one of the most beautiful friendships Malakai had ever experienced.
David, Malakais confidant, was quite the feisty old man. He had children, none of whom bothered with him though. The occasional card on his birthday and for Christmas, but no phone calls or visits for years. After growing close, Malakai sort of assumed the role of a voluntary replacement for a son to David, so much so that the feisty old man, desperate for an adventure, left his home to travel the local shows along the Eastern seaboard with Malakai, to give him one last adventure.
Tobias had been watched by Robin, Thunders sister, since Malakai and Thunder went off gallivanting along the WFWF trail one last time, and Malakai had not heard from David. He feared the worst, but hoped for the best. His fears were confirmed.
Malakai returned home, and sure enough, the first picture in the Trib obituaries was that of David, who had died just two days before Malakai returned home. He died alone. With no one. Nothing. No Malakai. No Tobias…no one.
Malakai wept when he saw it. So much loss in his life, and this just adds to the pain and suffering. Another person so close to him, dying.
…what David meant to Malakai was so much more than an old confidant.
What not many people know is how Malakai was actually diagnosed with his cancer. It was thanks to David, in the most ironic of ways. It was Christmas time, 2011. Malakai found himself home for a few weeks, having already left the WFWF months before. And seeing as it was the first time he had been home for the holidays, and he finally had people (being David and Tobias) to share the holidays with, he decided to decorate his mansion like home in the most exquisite manner. Garland on every post and arch. Ribbon down the stairwells. Lights on the ourside of the house, tacky blow up Santas on motorbikes on the front lawn. You know, the whole ten yards.
Well, then came time for the tree. Malakai had not put the tree up in his living room in years, having always been on the road. Quite the beautiful Christmas decoration, that is for sure. Malakai had 20" ceilings, so the tree he had, much like him, was huge. A giant, fat 15" prelit. Well, after all of the ornaments were hung by Malakai and David, the angel was handed to Malakai, the most beautiful tree topper, picked out by his daughter just a few years before her death. The perfect way to honor her on this most festive of holidays.
The tree, being so high though, Malakai was forced to actually use a ladder to place the angel atop the tree. Well, he ascended the ladder, placed the angel upon the crown of the tree, plugged it in to one of the tree outlets, and as he was going to get down the ladder, he missed the rung and he fell off, crashing through his living room table. The glass shattered on impact, and Malakai screamed in pain. David looked on in horror, helping the giant to his feet; glass protruding from his back.
After some arguing, Malakai agreed to allow David drive him to the emergency room. Malakai, a hardcore wrestler who has been in barbed wire rope matches and slammed onto lighttubes, argued tooth and nail but Malakai decided to just give in for Davids sake.
They went to the ER, and Malakai had the glass removed from his back, but he had a nagging pain in his side, so the doctors did an extra scan. You now, perhaps glass is stuck deep in there or something. Well, the scans came back.
Three guesses what was in there.
The doctors found a mass on his pancreas in the scan. After a few more tests, it was determined that Malakai had Pancreatic cancer.
Had it not been for David being a persistent old bugger, Malakai would have never known he had cancer.
Upon reaching the funeral home, he goes to open the door, but thinks for a moment, smiles, a tear in his eye, and he walks away."David…I love you…but the last thing I need to see is another dead body of someone I love. I will keep the love you offered me in my heart for the remaining days I have, and you and I will have a few beers and a rousing game of chess when we meet again soon."__
Selflessness Sunday December 1st, 2013"Ugh..why do you torture me with your radiance? Who am I to deserve such a sight at such an ungodly early hour?"In the chamber of the King, the curtains, drawn closed tighter than a virgin, are not even enough to hold back the brilliant sunlight protruding from the outside world, plowing its way through the room via every possible seem in the shades. Malakai, clearly sarcastic as always and groggy from a lethal combination of jetlag, liquor and sickness, undoes the covers atop his place of rest and sits up, holding his head in his hand."Another day. Damnit."He turns his attention to his end table, pulling open the drawer and removing a tiny yellow bottle with a white cap. He pops the cap, slides a couple of pills from the container, puts the lid back on and tosses the pills down the hatch. Malakai reaches to his end table once more and grabs a nearly empty whiskey glass and drinks down the leftovers from last nights…activities. What exactly those activities consisted of are forever lost to the sands of time, as Malakai is recovering from what was clearly a blackout.
Hands now fumbling under the covers, Malakai manages to find his phone buried beneath. He checks the time, noon. Clearly not as ‘ungodly’ a time as he was expecting. Or perhaps, for a man whose better years were spent mourning the death of a child, throwing his body around like a rag doll for money and ending each day drowning himself in the company of Jack, Jim and Morgan, it is an ungodly hour. Every hour is an ungodly hour. And with the addition of death of oneself clearly on his mind, that is not something that is sure to make matters easier.
Regardless, the King rises from his bed and stumbles over to the aforementioned curtains and pulls the cord to open them. Sure enough, it is a beautiful day."Shame. I was expecting rain today."It is Pittsburgh, Malakai. Be thankful it is not somehow seventy degrees and snowing.
Making his way out of the room, Malakai begins what is sure to be a rather adventurous trek down the stairs to the kitchen. For one, his stability is less than that of a Jenga tower that THAT kid we all know pulled a side log from way at the bottom. Secondly, due to what was probably a violent, drunken stupor with himself the evening before, who knows what might be littered about the Malakai estate…and where said remnants are scattered.
Surprisingly, nothing seems to be damaged, and no toes were stubbed in the making of this walk. Call it what you will, but for Malakai, this is the closest thing to a miracle he has seen in a long while.
Sad, really.
Arriving in the kitchen, Malakai, who is carrying the empty glass of whiskey in his hand, puts the glass into the hole in the fridge and water begins to trickle out. Unfortunately…"Ahhhhh….not so loud."Malakai slowly moves his shoulders to his ears and points at the fridge. What should be a rather calming sound of water slowly trickling into a glass is even too loud for him."Damn…I am not normally this bad with hangovers. That bender must have been really bad last night."Obviously.
Malakai grabs the glass and chugs the water down, making a very odd looking face in the process. He turns a shade of green and quickly stumbles to the garbage can where the contents of the previous night have wound up in the Glad bag."Blech."Words of wisdom, people.
Malakai scurries at a surprising pace to his study, where he collapses onto one of the decorative sofas. Hardly comfortable, but for a hangover, it might as well be the bosom of a lover. His body begins to relax, his minds mind beginning to take control, allowing him to rest and be at ease."Afternoon, drunk.""HOLY MOTHER F*CKING JESUS H SH*T."Malakai falls off of the couch, somehow managing to half roll his giant frame beneath it in the process, cowering in fear. He looks up from underneath, looking like a St. Bernard who tried to burrow a tunnel, and lo and behold, Ace Bennett is sitting in the chair behind the desk."WHO THE F*CK ARE YOU?"…clearly, someone is still out of it."You forgot I knew where you hid the spare key from our Revelation days, did you not?"Malakai cocks his head, but then his tensions subside, putting his head down too hard on the floor."F*CK.""Rough night?""WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?""You forget we had plans? When you never showed up, I figured you were still dead…bad choice of words there, but you get my jist."It is all starting to come back to Malakai. Why Ace is sitting in the room. Why the water was screaming at him. Why he is so hung over. It is all Aces fault. Malakai drank himself silly last night in regret, realizing that his invitation to Ace a few days prior to pay a special visit to someone dear to him had clearly been accepted."So what's the plan?"[/b] askes Ace."Back out and pretend I never invited you?""I don't really think that's an option now my friend. I'm here and I want to meet this daughter of yours. How come you never told me you had a kid?""Not exactly something that comes up in daily conversation.""Right, because your family is never something that comes up in daily conversation," said Ace, snarkly. "Have I ever talked about my family?" asks Malakai."I suppose not, but I didn't think actually had a family. I didn't know you were hiding some daughter in your basement."Sarcastic bunghole."...in sight of hundreds a year, not the basement. Just saying.""Well you catch my drift. When do we meet her?" Ace asks, inquisitively."A moment. Gotta grab a drink, and we can be on our way.""I certainly hope you mean water," Ace says sternly."What I put in my flask that I keep in my coat is none of your concern," responds Malakai, annoyed."I guess that means I'm driving then.""Nope.""Then what?""Walking distance. And before you complain about walking in the cold, man up. I am a man dying of cancer. If I can make the trek, so can you," Malakai jokes."Shawn Malakai, ever the man of mystery.""You ever see me and Kick-Ass in the same room together? Not saying I am, but have you?""It all makes sense now."Malakai retrieves his drink from his kitchen and the two men leave Malakai Chateau. No talk is exchanged between the two men as they wind their ways around the small streets and back paths that the city of Port Vue has to offer. Rocks, trees, hills and deer...think Canada. Hey, it can exist outside of Canada. Upon them leaving the thicker part of the woods, the men arrive at a giant, metalic gate, angels lining the archways. The sign beneath it reads Sacred Heart Cemetary. Malakai takes a glimpse over his shoulder at Ace, who seems to be getting the picture. Malakai takes a deep sigh and pulls a flower from the inside of his coat and begins his ascent up the hill to the tree overshadowing Xanas grave. Upon reaching the summit, Malakai gets onto his knees, places the flower upon a tombstone with a cherebi angel on it. The grave reads Xana Malakai."Ace, meet Xana."Silence. Clearly, this is not what Ace expected."Shawn....I had no idea," says Ace, still stunned."No one does. Well, Michael does, but even he has not been here. You are the first to meet her.""Wait Michael? Whose Mich-""Oh yeah, I forgot he tries to keep that a secret. Michael Knight, also a resident of this community, would be better known to you as the man you call Thunder.""Ah right, I forgot you two were close," says Ace. "But why me? Why me instead of Thunder?""Because I knew it would mean more to you than him. You both have lost someone close to you, but you have been contemplating leaving the WFWF, I know. Not that I am forcing you to stay, but whatever you do...you have to have a reason for it. YOu wonder why I keep wrestling, even near death? Why I did not leave when I was your age? I had my reason. The question now becomes, what is yours?"Mighty fine question."Well, when I was younger. I really had no one. Bouncing between foster homes and all of that, no one really cared about me. A few flash in the pan friendships, but nothing more. But now, I have some semblence of a family. I have my sister. I have Christine--well this girl who I've been talking to. My life is taking a different direction and I'm not sure if I'm willing to continue doing this knowing how it could affect me and those I care about."Clearly, Malakai knew Ace was saying he did not want to turn out like Malakai, as he full well knew. "A support system is always something good to have. Somehing I have lacked for many years.""Honestly, if you had've called I would've been there. I realize that's not much considering our past, but hey it's an ear to listen.""Not much of a talker, remember? And those who I do talk to about it tend to slit my throat in my time of need. Wayne betrayed me when it was to be our plan to save Scarlett. And I cannot tell you how many times I have just thought of exiling myself even more, considering as much damage that others have done to me, I have done to myself," says Malakai."Well, we have that much in common.""That is why I fought for you when Ashton turned his back on you. I had to save my own ass from the same fate you suffered at his hands. Believe me, me nor Jon had any intentions on doing that to you.""No need to explain yourself. It's water under the bridge. I realized that if I wanted those I wronged to forgive me that I would have to forgive those who wronged me.""Weird. The only time I can ever comprehend sage words are when I say them when I am blackout drunk," jokes the big man."Put it this way; we're cool," says Bennett. "I'm glad you brought me here so that we could have this conversation. I've been meaning to speak to a clear minded you for a while.""Well...hungover kind of clear. Close enough.""In your state, I'd be some form of inebriated all of the time too.""Let me let you in on a little secret.""Yeah?"Malakai shakes the bottle."Ginger Ale, Ace. Ancient drunk secret.""Thought that was none of my concern?""I introduced you to my daughter. You are family now, and my business is the families business.""Guess we both gained something today then.""Nah. I always considered you a brother. I may be violent and get a sick kick out of getting hurt, but I would not end Ashtons career for just anyone. Remember that.""Well remember this. That support system you long for? Right here. I know I'm a bit of a rookie in these parts compared to you, but I have five years under my belt and probably can offer you at least something.""A guy finally admitting he was supporting me just to further his own agenda, a dead child whose life, and death I am responsible for and a guy contemplating quitting the WFWF, albeit for a good reason. Quite the f*cked up little family I have here," Malakai chuckles."But don't go walking around claiming you have no one. That sounds like some melodramatic bullsh** you would try to pull. And hey, if not me at Scars and Stripes, then it better be you.""Yeah, yeah. Let me be emo when I want to be. I have earned the right. But, you know, thanks.""Strange turns of events, huh? Haven't talked in a meaningful manner in months, years even, and here we are. Maybe I'm not done around here after all.""Go figure."Malakai turnes to walk away, putting his hand on Aces shoulder."Funny, how we have lost so much. Lives, both the lives of others, and in some situations, our own. And yet, Here we are, still fighting. And convenient, how this could be both of our last matches. Just remember, Ace. Whatever you do, live."Malakai pats Ace on the shoulder and begins walking away, not looking back, but realizing that the selflessness of Ace Bennett was something he would forever remember. He has to beat him, and make sure his life can continue on in a positive way outside of the WFWF. It should be interesting.__ |
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Post by bad guy™ on Dec 5, 2013 0:35:24 GMT -5
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Sin You know, I have spent all of these months talking about my death…but I have not really had the chance to truly speak my mind about my thoughts on the rest of the WFWF. I have been so fixated on Trace and Scarlett, I have yet to really give an overview of my thoughts of the rest of the place.
I truly f*cking hate some of these people.
There is a cliché amongst fans is that winning the WFWF Championship is the boyhood dream come true for wrestlers. It makes sense when you think about it, because it is the fans who become wrestlers and the wrestlers who in turn were once fans.
But what happens when the childhood dream of a wrestler has absolutely nothing to do with the business?
See? 'A boyhood dream come true' is not always true.
My dream was faaaaaaaar different.
Moreover, instead of asking what the dream was I ask myself how. How did my boyhood dream of becoming a priest to serve the Lord upon His altar in His name somehow lead me to losing a child and dying of cancer in front of millions of people, wondering if THIS was the match where I would finally step in the ring for the final time. My injuries on top of my body failing me...all coming to a head.
Kind of wonky how that worked out. Still I wonder, why?
Why am I in the position for the fans to question like this?
Kind of sick of them, but you know, I understand it. Everyone knows of the car crash saying, after all. Whenever Slayer died, no one saw it coming. Guy went off of the deep end, sure, but no one expected him to commit suicide. Here, they know I am going to die. There are bids on if I am going to win or lose matches, and then side bids on if that match will be my final before I die.
…the sad part is the fact that the superstars in the back are just as guilty of it as the fans. I have
So I was asked my opinion on who I would be facing in this battle royal.
I suppose I should start with the man that is considered the odds on favorite to win the entire battle royal. I can honestly say that I have little knowledge of the man known as Dex. I have been in the WFWF for many years now, and I have seen faces come and go, so many that I hardly bother to remember the names of the newer guys who come into the company, because just as soon as they start to gain momentum, they bail out for who knows what reason. A lot of them come in, get hot and leave. The fans think them a hurricane building itself to a Category 5, only to fizzle out and be nothing more than a very miniscule mist on the sands of time in the WFWF. Look at that Drake Elias tool from a while back. Guy got himself the respect of Drakz, and I bet half of you are going to have to google that name because you do not remember who he is.
Dex will be the same way.
What a joke this guy is, going around the locker room acting the brood, running around in a mask with a puzzle piece on it. You think yourself complex? I already have you figured out, brat. You hide your face behind that mask for fear of rejection. Maybe you got shot down by a girl when you were a teenager, or maybe your father never loved you…whatever rejection caused you to don the mask is nothing but a fools idea. But yet you remain afraid of rejection to this day. You know you truly have no talent, and hope that by hiding your face, you can get away with a few quick paychecks and since no one will know your face, you will be able to salvage the cash and walk away with some sort of dignity intact.
Wrong-o.
Kid, you are not walking out of Scars and Stripes in one piece. I have connections within the back. I know how high and mighty you are acting since your victory over Bishop and Blaze. You know something though? You are just one of the MANY people who have beat Bishop and Blaze. They, like me, have been around forever. But the difference is, I have the talent to back it up. They are nothing but hacks. So congrats on what you consider a big win. More power to you on picking the cheap ass number thirty slot. Just makes me tossing you over the rope the second you get into the ring that much more enjoyable.
Speaking of Bishop and Blaze, I suppose I shall jump down their throats next. Yukio Blaze, as I stated previously, is truly not that worrisome to me. I am a cancer patient, and yet I have managed to put up a better fight than him in recent weeks. I mean, last week he lost a triple threat match to Dex…who loses to that fool? Oh, and let us not forget him being upstaged in every way, shape and form by a DEBUTING KID a few weeks back. What was his name, Brock Axe, or Maxx or something? I forget.
Problem is, Blaze may not be worrisome to me, but he is one hell of a nuisance. He is that little gnat in your ear that keeps buzzing, and no matter how many times you flick at and swat the f*cker it keeps coming back for more punishment. He may be a bigger masochist than I. I remember when Thunder was trying to retire the guy a few years back. I love putting feathers in my cap, so I would like to bring up that I was one of Thunders hand picked poisons for Yukio, and I succeeded in derailing the Random Hero en route to said Hero being ‘retired’ by Thunder at SuperBrawl a few shows later.
So he retires, and almost immeadiately is back as the General Manager of…whatever the hell we are calling all of those random shows. He remained a vindictive little prick, too. Refusing to back down on trying to make Thunder pay. Thunder took every shot and came back swinging, winning the WFWF Championship and WFWF International Championship at the same time in the process. Go figure, the only time Yukio Blaze was able to be successful at anything was when he recruited me into helping bring down Thunder when I agreed he was starting to get a little too big for his britches.
He then comes back a year or so later, so intent on sticking it to another member of the WFWF roster, he returns only to get bloodied, bludgeoned and battered by the King of Demons. You know…enough is enough. We get it, Yukio. You have nothing better to do, and you have nothing to live for. There is nothing more dangerous than a man with nothing to live for. Is that your mindset? Because you might be even more f*cked up in the head than me. Just…go away. No one wants you here. I thought you would have learned that when Trace left your mangled corpse in the center of the ring. Guess someone else if going to have to teach you that lesson. Again. F*cking intellectually- disabled person.
Oh, and real quick. Yukio…I have a phone number for you. It is Ace Bennetts old shrink. I get that you will be in this match, but will you really be there? Like…mentally? You have such an obsession with Thunders sister Robin that you have this delusion that you are not only married to her, you also think you have a child with her. Yukio, they have a name for people whose brains work like that. Just saying.
And with Yukio, our ‘has been’ of the lose-to-Dex bandwagon from last week, we have ourselves the never was. Joe Bishop is like one of those kids I mentioned that are similar to Dex. They come, they make a splash and just as soon as they make it big, they bail. But the difference between Bishop and the rest of them, he keeps coming back.
Kind of like Yukio. Dumbass.
Convenient, if you think about it. We go from a should not be, to a has been to a never was. What is this company coming to?
Bishop has held the WFWF National Championship a handful of times now. And ultimately, he has his name in the record books so at least he has done something more than most people who come through those ropes. But what does the National Championship really mean? In recent memory, we have had a Canadian Nationalist turned commentator, a guy who runs around screaming ‘BOOM’ at people, and an Asian hold that title. Which one is worse, you tell me.
Speaking of Asians, glad to see Cam Nitta is back. Well…he may be back. The guy has had himself one hell of a road the last few months. I know his girlfriend is unhealthy…or she died…or something…I feel for him, losing someone you love…or coming close to it…it is terrible. But, you know, he still managed to fight through it. He had a WFWF Championship match, and while he lost, he came out looking amazing. He went into War Games…and he never emerged until this passed week when Trace slaughtered him. Go figure. Good kid, and despite the fact that his diet may be rice and sushi, I like him…but he has no shot at winning this.
Another one with no shot at winning this is Andrew Carter. You guys see his return last week? Wow. He looked amazing, taking out a guy whose name no one knew and then he listed off names of people no one remembers that he feels he is better than. Need I say more?
Oh, and I am just going to say this about Chase Landon. The guy is a freak who has a pet rat as a best friend and allowed Reverend Shadow to take it. Rev is going to destroy him…so I am not too worried about him despite his skill level.
I recently bitchsmacked O’Deeves back to Farmingdale. I bet he does not even show up.
Mak Cross could potentially be an issue. The guy has himself some serious skills, or at least he did. I really do not know what happened to the guy. He went into Survival of the Fittest with a head of steam and has just been getting f*cked up worse than Derrick Roses knees as of late. I had such high hopes for him, too…
Speaking of high hopes, I have those for Jayson Garrett. As much as I hate to admit it, he was able to use me as a stepping stone into a greater spotlight and earn himself a solid fanbase after he defeated me. I wish the kid well. If you can off me, you have my respect. But you also have a very pissed off giant looking for revenge. Watch your back, Hollywood. You may lose that A list status back to the King of Kick A.
Ace Andrews…nah. I thought he had potential, but he let Thunder make him look like a bitch. Thunder can do that to anyone, but that is just a bit too demoralizing for anyone to get over.
Speaking of people who are used to demoralizing losses, boy…where the f*ck did Dave Demento come from? I remember back before I left he was tag teaming with that fat Middle Eastern guy with the f*cked up forehead. I mean, to get a contract with the WFWF you have to have some level of talent, but man…he came out of no where and improved from a joke of a human being to a mighty fine wrestler who has earned himself a WFWF International Championship match in just a few months after losing to that Irish moron who I killed a few months back. Impressive. Eliminating him will be a high priority.
Another high priority will be Jon O’Deeves. I have enough people who are going to want my ass out because of my size, my momentum and my skill. Tack on that I have a very recent win over the guy who returned just with the intent to mike my life miserable…yeah…gotta make that quick.
I also hear that my brother has intentions on entering the battle royal, probably to stab me in my back as normal. The two of us seem to have made amends, but you know…I will never be able to fully trust him. I really do not want to be the one who has to eliminate him…but you know, he cost me the WFWF Tag Team Championships at SuperBrawl a while back…payback is a bitch.
That about sums up the people in the match of whom I have little to no concern about. I am going to have no issue running though them…at least the announced guys. I pray no unannounced guys show up. The last thing a dying guy who wants to screw over the entire roster needs is to be screwed over himself.__ |
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Post by bad guy™ on Dec 5, 2013 0:36:05 GMT -5
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Individual Insight And now, what could have been.
No one fits that better than good ol’ Ace Bennett. So the question becomes, what can I say about Ace Bennett that has not already been said? Well, the guy is a fan of Skrillex and Ylvis for starters. I may be going straight to hell when I croak, but I can say for certain that there will be a very special place in hell for fans of Macbook Pro music and those who in fact know what a fox says.
...and for those of you who think that music has been made better by a MacBook and a blown out speaker, please jump off of one of the hundreds of bridges here in Pittsburgh. May I recommend the Hi-Level? Or perhaps the Clemente? Hell, the T-616 works. You may get shot in Sheraden before you even get to jump off, save yourself the trouble. Suck it, Thunder. Your part of town SUCKS.
Another thing I could say about him is that he is into Asians. Now, despite the fact that I pick on our squinty eyed friend Cam Nitta because he sees all of his matches in widescreen, I actually am mildly jealous of Ace on this bit. I have yet to meet Christine, but I have heard fabulous things about here and I have no qualms with her, but if I could have found myself a nice Japanese girl about six years ago, I would have told this place to f*ck off. And who can blame me?
Ace Bennett is also thinking of leaving the WFWF.
You had to be wondering when I would get serious.
I know it may not come as a surprise to many people, because he has come and gone for a while now, but he is actually thinking of quitting for good this time. This Chrissy seems to have gotten to him. Tack on the fact that the c*nt of a sister he has, while ‘supportive’ in theory would do anything to keep him from being in the ring. I get that she is his sister and that she is watching out for him. I have never had a sister, but I am in good with a man whose sister is very close to her, and I see Robin hesitating with Thunders lifestyle, but she is always there to support him however she can. Alecia tries to sabotage Aces subconscious with her twisting of words. Hell, she had Raider…may God bless his missing soul, slip something in his trunks that was supposed to like, cure him from something.
…yeah. That actually happened. From his mouth I was told, nonetheless. Believe me, HG Welles could not even make this kind of sh*t up.
Point is, I find myself at a bit of a pass when it comes to Bennett. I brought him into the WFWF a few years back, and I am the one who put him into the limelight from the get go, working with Ashton to bring in him and Dynamite to form Revelation. We saw something in those two kids, Ace in particular.
So I am asking myself how much to blame am I for the situation that Bennett is currently fighting with inside of his head? Believe me, I have absolutely no issues with him leaving. One less competitor, for starters. I also have no issues with what he wants to do with his life when he leaves. He has yet to come out and admit it to me, because I am hardly his premier confidant, but I know he is thinking about going to school. I do not know a ton in regards to his education, but I know he graduated high school but entered the world of wrestling right after. I was impressed with him and I had him signed and I had him called up immediately, thrusting a then 19 year old boy…as at that point he was still just that, a boy, onto the main roster…bypassing any and all developmental systems we may have. When you see talent, you take advantage of it. I thought I was doing the right thing…
When he was called up and Ashy and I decided to take him under the wing of Revelation, I had no qualms at the time about what was going to happen. We were in the upper echelon of the WFWF, and for good reason. This kid was green, and for good reason. We took someone who was completely unprepared for what they were getting themselves into and promised him splendors beyond his wildest imaginations, something that for a kid that age should have been astronomical…but to him, someone in such a small world at the time, what we provided to him in words was so much better than anything he could have imagined with his minds mind closed.
We threw him, and O’Deeves, into the higher competiton from the beginning. We needed them. Ash and I USED them. We used them to serve a purpose we ourselves were hesitant about doing with our own hands. They were used to scope out any potential problems we may have had trying to dominate the WFWF, and weaken our enemies for us to take the glorious kills away from them.
…to all of those gamers out there, I provide to you a real life example of a kill taker on COD.
That was our plan. Ace was brought into the fold to do our dirty work, and deal with all of the drama that encompassed our decisions and his actions.
And yet, I find myself sitting here today, just home from visiting the grave of my daughter, someone who was robbed of their young life…with my company being Ace, a boy I forced to become a man, thus robbing him of his young adulthood.
Ace Bennett should f*cking HATE me for what I did. I mean, I am not blind to my actions and have no interest in making excuses for them, but I also know everything Ashton did was far and beyond worse what I ever would have done but I enabled him to continue doing that to Ace and Jonny Boy. But nonetheless, I would still hate me if I were him. And yet, after all of these years, he knelt there at the grave of Xana with me and it almost broke my heart. Ace, now truly a man, is already a better person than I will ever be.
I find myself wondering though, why on earth would I do that? I get using somebody…you have to do that in this business…but why Ace?
I have spent the better part of the last year, what may be the last months I have to live, trying to get my beloved Scarlett away from the Demons of this company, of this world. This girl, almost a second daughter to me…someone who looked up to me as a secondary father figure who would always spoil her, was being ripped to pieces by this company only a few months in…and I was one of the ones who was physically ripping her to pieces in order to ensure I would get her out of here before anymore damage was done.
So why did I try to save her, and not Ace?
Was it because of what she meant to me growing up? I mean, sure…she meant a lot to me, and I would have gone to the ends of the earth for her…but the situation with Ace is so different. I did not know Ace before I brought him in…but I could have stopped it. I could have made sure he did not join the WFWF. I would have made sure he did something else. Anything else. You know…exactly what I am trying to make Scarlett do? Yeah…I could have.
But I did not.
I, someone who lost his chance at a normal life at eighteen when he had a daughter, the father of a little girl who was never given a chance to live, cost a boy his chance at a normal life because of a selfish sense of pride. I have spent the better part of my life going after those who are hypocrites, when I may be the biggest one of them all.__ |
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Post by bad guy™ on Dec 5, 2013 0:37:07 GMT -5
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Redemption Which, you know, is only fair that I wind up being used myself…which brings me to the man who is last, but most certainly not least. Good ol’ Old Man Thunder.
Thunder and I are no strangers. We have spent so much time together since I started here in the WFWF, I always expected people to make crewed homosexual jokes at our expense. Hell, I am sure they have been made…just luckily not to my face. Though, admittedly, I probably would have cracked laughing and played along just to weird some people out. If you have not noticed, I love f*cking with people.
I know Thunders family. I have met his sister, Robin, as I mentioned earlier. I met her a few times, actually, back when Yukio was trying to have his way with her…creepy old sh*t. I met Stacy, may she rest in peace. Such a sweet girl, completely undeserving of her fate; and Thunder, completely undeserving of her as he will fully admit. And his beautiful child…I have wished him much luck as a parent, reminding him that life is short, but I grimly joke to remind him that it would be mighty hard to be a worse father than I.
Our history runs deeper than la familia though, as our in ring history is that of legend here in the WFWF. Thunder prides himself on being a man who has done everything in the WFWF, and rightfully so. I think all of us would brag at an almost obscene rate when we have found ourselves in such success as he. Let us see here…
Three time WFWF Champion
Three time WFWF International Champion
Three time WFWF Tag Team Champion
One time WFWF TV Champion
Winner of the 2007 Scars and Stripes tournament
WFWF Hall of Fame
…I am getting carpal tunnel just typing all of that sh*t up. The guy has himself some serious creds to his name…though I am going to take full credit for a few of those myself. His final WFWF Championship reign? Due to me helping him defeat Yukio at Super Brawl. He would not even be in the WFWF anymore had he lost THAT match.
…he also MAY have beaten me for the WFWF International Championship at the only Pay Per View I have ever been on the main poster for but I am going to discount that because it makes me look bad…
My point is, my brother from another mother is quite the competitor. Everyone knows that. But another thing he prides himself on is something of which I wholeheartedly feel differently about.
Thunder has used that Yukio match as the top notch in his bedpost for years now. Despite the fact that Yukio Blaze has since returned, left, returned and then left again…at least I think I have the correct amount of come-and-goes here…but yeah, being the guy to take out a living (batsh*t crazy) legend in this industry is nothing to frown upon. No one can snuff their nose at that. But people forget that I have myself a rather legendary notch in my belt also, retiring the greatest wrestler to ever step foot into a WFWF ring, our buddy Jake Slash, the Hardcore legend himself.
…hey. If Phillip Schneider can go around parading, using the logic of defeating anyone whose last match is against him as ‘retiring a legend’ as he did with another randomly disappeared person Mr. Brown, then I can do the same thing damnit.
…wait…I cannot?
Sad face.
But my point is, I have a rather incredible history here in the WFWF myself and I feel my story is just as good as Thunders. Honestly, I think it better than Thunders. Sorry, Michael. I just see it. Perhaps I am almost as delusional in my thinking as Yukio is, but I feel like I am in the right here. We have shared a similar path all of these years, walking this WFWF journey together side by side. …but yet, how I am the one who has wound up having to fight for absolutely everything that YOU have gained? That WFWF Championship? WAS MINE. That WFWF International Championship? Mine. I told you the club, I measured the grass, I lined the shot…and all you did was take the final put and yet you are considered the hero.
I fought the battles. I fought YOUR battles. I WON YOUR WAR. And yet, you receive all of the glory and I remain like one of those Vietnam veterans that would come home and get spit on in the airport for being a terrible person.
To compare this to something Thunder would be able to easily comprehend, I bring up one of his favorite musicians, Bob Dylan, and his song Masters of War. It seems as if that is the song Thunder has based his entire career off of, having someone else fight his battles to ensure he remains prim and proper for the coming glory associated with it. Smart.
Before me, he had Kurt. Before Kurt, he had Percy. While I was gone tending to what is now going to be the death of me, he had Ripp. And go figure, he is back to using me again now that I have returned.
I love the guy. I really do. Please, do not let my negativity cause you to think otherwise. Michael is one of my best friends…or at least, the closest thing to a friend I really have anymore, what with Wayne losing his sh*t, Ace only caring about his woman and God only knows what Stone is up to anymore.
Thunder and I met up a few days ago for a chat. It had been a while since we had ourselves a simple one on one, actually…not since Battleground had we really had an in depth discussion. When I lost to Scarlett and Trace gained control of the WFWF out from underneath Xavier, Team WFWF and Camp Malakai kind of had to go into hiding. Trace was on the warpath for those who had crossed him and was willing to stop at nothing to ensure they would pay for their transgressions against him. Devilkiller has not been seen in months, and I fear him to be at the bottom of the Long Island Sound. For the first time in months, Cam Nitta has actually been seen live and in person, only to get upended by Trace Demon. Ace and Thunder were being pitted against one another, forced to work together and then pitted against one another again in some kind of twisted way to break those men. I was getting notably weaker, as was evident by my back to back losses to Quinn and Garrett, and then subsequently fed to a much better Reverend Shadow.
Our chat went along swimmingly; exactly how I expected it. We had a ton of small talk which lead to awkward silences and even more awkward breaks in said silence. But when Thunder finally got to his drawn out point, I was rather disappointed, as it was a conclusion I had already come to myself a long time ago.
Thunder had been having mixed feelings since he agreed to come back to the WFWF at my request. He felt kind of bad about it. He was leaving his family, yet again, but this time to help someone else instead of his own deeds. Well…at least that was what he thought. Poor fool.
He mentioned that as time went on, helping me achieve my goal was becoming harder on him because, in truth, he and I had the same dream. We always have. We both wanted what only one could have. I knew that from the get go though, and it surprises me that he was unable to see that in himself until talking to me.
You see, Thunder is a nice guy, but he is not a good guy. The man is a veteran of the WFWF, a master of this business. And, as a result, he has become a master of using people…often times without the other person realizing it until it is too late and he has already plunged the dagger. The problem with Thunder is, he has become SO good at it that he does it without even realizing he is doing it at this point. He can manipulate the will of someone to meet his own needs without even realizing he is doing so. It just comes with the territory.
Well, Thunder has JUST realized this about himself. It took eleven years and a potential shot at the WFWF Championship, of which to get he must go through the man he set out to help, to realize this; and he wanted to come to me to tell me that he was doing it. How thoughtful. What he failed to realize was, I already knew that. I have cancer. I am not a vegetable. I am aware of my surroundings and the people in them, especially those who I have loved like a brother and fought to the death with. I may not necessarily like what he is doing, I never really did, but I lived with it. All is fair. I deserved it after what I did to him. I can respect it, especially since he is doing it in a much cleaner and more straightforward way than I.
Thunder seems to have very short term memory. When I won the WFWF International Championship, it was not because of a strong battle between close friends. I fought him with the unfair advantage of him not knowing he was going to have to fight me. As a close friend, I knew how to push his buttons and to use his feelings against him…to twist his thinking in a way that he never would have expected that Yukio and I were plotting his demise, and my rise to true power in the WFWF.
The way I went about winning the title was wrong, but I will never apologize for doing what I did. I wanted it. I took it. He may be a master of manipulation, but so am I, and I am because I learned from the best. The student learned from the master, only to use it against him, slit his throat and grasp what he held dearest close, knowing that it was all now his as he sits there overjoyed, in a pool of his masters blood. That is what I did, and I did it well.
Truth is, ladies and gentlemen, this is why I saved Thunder for last, because it seems like everything I do ultimately brings him into it one way or the other. I want a title, he is involved. I get in over my head, he is involved. We fight, we rage, but we live on.
But I may not live on much after this. This beast inside of me, eating away my insides is about to finally win the battle I have been waging against it for over a year now, but my work is not yet complete.
It may seem cliché, but I need redemption. I need to redeem myself for what I have done. I am seeking redemption for allowing my daughter to die. I am seeking redemption for costing Ace his young life. I am seeking redemption for Thunder. I am seeking redemption for myself. From the WFWF fans. And being honest, a few of those I may never be able to accomplish.
My daughter is dead. It is my fault. I killed her by my negligence, and I can do all of the greatest acts known to man and while God may consider redeeming me for my sins, I will never be able to fully feel ok. I must be held responsible for the action of abandonment in the greatest time of need and costing such a beautiful young girl her life.
I want Ace to leave the WFWF. What I did to him was wrong, and while he may be too young to realize or too proud to admit, but the circus of his life…everything he has been through, it is my fault for getting the ball rolling down the hill out of control. And now, here he is, contemplating leaving the company, and yet he is still entering himself into the Scars and Stripes battle royal for a shot at the WFWF Championship. It is about time I do what I should have done years ago, and put an end to Ace Bennett in the WFWF. If he gets a taste of WFWF Championship gold…and I mean real gold, not that gilded garbage he won off of that belt humper Evans, he will never leave; and if he does, he will be sure to return when times get tough. I will make sure that he does not get the taste of blood in his mouth. I refuse to allow the monster of my creation to self destruct any further. At the risk of sounding like a mature adult for a moment, I will personally whip that boy and drag his ass to campus and tie him to the seat and force him to study…whatever the f*ck they study in college nowadays. Trigonometric physiosociologic English or whatever the f*ck it is. Or Chinese. Why the f*ck not. Ace, have fun in the battle royal…because I am finally going to finish what I started. I will eliminate you from the match, ensure your contract is terminated and make sure you can never come back. I have done a lot of damage, but there is still something salvageable in there and I will be damned if I take that away from you.
As for my own redemption, well it goes in hand with Ace, sure, but I made it a mission to Xana that I would make her proud. I figure seeing as I killed her, making sure her name is honored the world round is the least I could do for her, and I feel I have done an admirable job so far. I have gotten my name in the record books. I am the author of a soon to be published memoir. I have been loved by tons, I have gained the attention of millions, but it is now time to be the central focus of all. The Scars and Stripes battle royal and I are no strangers. This will be my third, and final, time competing in this storied match. A match that has made the careers of guys like Uppercut and Reverend Shadow. A match that has cemented the legacies of men like EBR and Drakz. I have seen men break, and I have seen them flourish, depress and excite all in the same match. This match.
I will win the battle royal. I will go on to SuperBrawl and with the WFWF Championship. I will do whatever I must to make sure Xanas name lives on forever in the minds of all.
I have sold my soul to the devil for riches and splendors.
I have gained it back.
I am Faust.
I am Faust and I will have my redemption.__ |
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Post by Revvie® on Dec 6, 2013 22:16:38 GMT -5
Awesome read.
Positive:
-You did more than a monologue this time, but the strongest point of your piece sat with it.
-You interacted with other WFWF superstars, in a way that forwards storylines, personally, and in show...etc.
-Your interaction was natural, felt easy; flowed.
Negatives:
-I feel like the only real stand out flaw here, is that you tried to do something emotional...and I think you fell short. It is like you had all the right ingredients, and put them together wrong. But I applaud what you were trying to accomplish.
- a minor one is that the monologue didn't really have the same feel as the rest of the rp to me either; so it felt like two completely diff. mindsets.
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Post by Markw on Dec 8, 2013 4:55:14 GMT -5
Really nice to see you going for something other than just a monologue and I felt that brought together the stuff you and Ace (and to some extent Thunder) are doing nicely. Personal opinion and it's something that I imagine will bug me about 90% of the RPs for this show, I'm not a huge fan of people going through every entrant in the S&S match and talking about them, it's not like your character is going to have that much to say about everyone involved in the match and when links were made between members of the roster they felt a bit tenuous at times. But as I say most people (at least from my memory of past S&S matches) tend to do something along those lines so I guess that's not a huge thing, just personal opinion. Having said that I really enjoyed the two closing monologues, you did a really nice job with those. So yeah, good stuff and good luck.
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Post by Ace Bennett on Dec 8, 2013 16:09:03 GMT -5
Yeah I pretty much agree with everyone else about any criticism on this, especially with Bishop's about you listing off all of the announced competitors. Seemed like you were just looking for ways to mention everyone, when I feel the relationships with the ones you actually do have strong relationships with would have carried this just fine. Other than that, you pretty much know how I felt about this. Nice job man.
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Post by Thunder on Dec 8, 2013 21:06:35 GMT -5
Everyone else covered most of. Promos are always your strong suit, and that was the case here again, although I do agree you probably didn't need to talk about everyone in the match, your stuff about the main guys, particularly Ace and myself was very strong. Overall, not much to really complain about as you pulled off real strong work here. Great stuff.
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