Post by Dex on Jul 28, 2014 6:49:43 GMT -5
WFWF: Up The Garden Path: Dex
"Puppets..."
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I didn’t want it to be like this, a gun placed up directly beside my head, the bullet sealed with fate, one vital mistake and I was gone. They knew it would be like this. But I choose not to believe them, I took the offer, I wanted to become everything I wasn’t. I wanted money, power, fame, and a sense of achievement. But everything I was given has become the opposite of everything I truly wanted. I was given a prize, something I could take back to Cincinnati to my hometown, to the surprise of the locals and neighbors, they saw everything in me, but I wanted more. I’m not recognized as the top guy, I still have a ways to go before even Shawn is proud of me. I wanted to make Shawn proud, more than anything, I wanted to make everyone proud, but my wants had soon become walls that i’ve yet to climb. I step closer with each day to the day of fate. Destiny, I square off against Trace Demon. I hold my own destiny, to whether i’ll be what i’ve always wanted, or i’ll simply be another name, forgotten, thrown into the jar of many nameless faces. Bishop is another step I’ve got to climb. Him and I are both chasing our own destiny, to rewrite fate, to become something more than what we already are. Despite our intentions, he and I are quite different. I was shoved into the title picture, shoved into defeating ZMaster, yet he’s worked his entire career from the bottom up. He’s aligned himself with Trace, everyone knows he’ll become great in due time. I need to, I am going to take him down. Either that or i’m back to the bottom, fending myself off against the hopeless dreaming they could be in my situation. It’s harder than it appears.
I wish I knew how to answer every question, to have the cunning personality and humbleness everyone was searching for when Shawn picked me. I don’t have a way with words, to say a false truth, I like to be real to help everyone align themselves with the overwhelming truth that is directly shown to them everyday. People are manipulative, living in a false-truth reality attempting to convert others into their way. The Roy was blinded by his own image, I brought him to an end. He picked me apart, he took me to my fullest, and I awoke in a hospital with 18 stitches on my forehead from his brutal chain-shot. I was confident, blinded by my own ego and image, I thought I could get away with everything. I wanted flash. To show everyone that I had what it took to be cut out for the main-event, flashiness isn’t what people are looking for. They want talent. They want to see Demon with his brilliant mic skills and his tactical mind. Guys like him are what they’re looking for. I work hard, I train, probably more than anyone, yet audiences and the upper echelon corporate members don’t want to invest in me. They don’t see my face on magazine covers or TV commercials. I don’t sell. But I will. I’ll sell my image if I have to, to beat the odds stacked up against me, I will become the face of the WFWF.
“I don't respect the paper champion Dex and brother you got no right to call yourself the champ until you successfully defend it” -Phillip Schneider.
He’s right, I acknowledge it and I’ve acknowledged it all this time. Shawn handed me the title trusting me to grow to defend it, and to become everything the WFWF needed, a hero. A guy worthy of main-eventing, a guy who respects the art of wrestling, a guy whose main sole enemy is the scum that lurks throughout this industry. Schneider is everything i’m not, he’s a legend, proven, and is a threat to anyone who steps inside the ring. He’s maniacal and disturbed, yet he’s at the top. He’s there because he’s talented, he doesn’t sell his face on T-shirts and mousepads, he started from the bottom and arose to greatness. I respect him. But this gold belt I hold is more than just paper, it’s a representation, that Shawn believed in me enough to entrust it to me. I thank him for it. But that’s not what he wants. It’s not what anyone in the WFWF wants. They want, and they need a champion, i’m going to become the champion that this industry needs. And Joe Bishop is simply a roadblock ahead of a much bigger, longer highway with many more blocks and collisions to go. I want to beat him more than anything, to prove something to the naysayers, not only to myself, but to Demon himself. I’ll make a mess of him. I’ll leave him mooping in the middle of the ring as the EMT carry him down the aisle on a stretcher, the fans surprised, they cheer their new found hero in “Dex.” Successfully ridding the WFWF of Trace’s lapdog. Leaving Trace insecure, unaware, and able to be demolished just as easy as Bishop was.
Crazy imagination, some call it.
I’m trapped surrounded, a bullet screaming and squealing for my name, he focuses, calms his breath and pushes down on the trigger. Do I have enough time to dodge the bullet? Or will I be another man stricken by uncontrollable fate. I move, bending my knees and striding away as soon as the man’s finger pulled down on the trigger. I feel the bullets rapidness and strength boom across the back of my head. I dodged it.
WFWF: Up The Garden Path is where I find a match with the embodiment of fate himself. I’ll rewrite the very fate set in stone since I was handed the title.
I’ll become the best the WFWF has ever seen.
And Bishop, you’re just a neck waiting to be snapped.
I’ll win. Then i’m coming after your puppeteer, Demon.
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Cincinnati, Ohio, August 23rd, 2005.
The roof then gives way and a hole bursts in it sending both men falling through, Drakz slams down onto the mat face first whilst Michaels uses his free hand to grab onto the broken edge. He hangs for a few seconds before then using his second arm to help pull himself back up onto the roof. Once on the roof Michaels crawls across it tell he is under the title where he stands to his feet and unhooks it as Drakz is still down in the ring unable to stop him.
Winner & Still WFWF World Champion: Johnny ‘The Movie Man’ Michaels
‘Set Phasers To Stun’ now hits the speakers again as Michaels raises the WFWF World title over his head on top of the Sin Of Cell, He walks from side to side holding the belt proudly above his head as the crowd begin to applaud the performance put on by both stars. Michaels then walks to the edge of the sell and sits with his legs hanging over it looking at the golden title plate as fireworks shoot from the stage and the show begins to fade out.
WFWF: Distance.
That’s where it all began. My passion, my drive, Drakz and Johnny Michaels inspired the beast within me. At 16 I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life, my dad didn’t care either. I just wanted to be in the ring, and wrestling was an escape from the outer world. Ever since I was young I would always try to impress people, make myself feel worthy, loved, but it never became a success. I became rebellious, following my own path and secluding myself from the outside world. My father never really cared for me, after the death of my mother, and the horror he’d witnessed in Vietnam, he felt dead, emotionless. He had nothing to live for, nothing to stride for and no hope in anything anymore. But I had wrestling. The WFWF was my home, guys like “The Man of The Hour” Josh, Justin Tyme, and Johnny Michaels were my idols. The only guys I looked up to, in a way they were like my friends. They inspired me, and taught me the ropes long before I even stepped in a ring.
Every month I’d wait for a new show, begging my father for enough money to watch the show, the WFWF took away the pain. The WFWF was the friends and father I never had growing up. I felt like I was crucial part of the show, I was teased, mocked, and hated for liking wrestling. But I didn’t care. They said it was fake, gay, and just about every insult found in the English language. That didn’t stop me. The only thing I wanted was to become champion, to hold the belt in front of the faces of many that doubted me. But now that i’ve accomplished my goal, my soul, my heart feels empty. It isn’t the victory I’ve been dreaming of, it isn’t the classic David vs. Goliath story, it’s a story of friendship. Not superiority or strength. But i’ll prove myself. I’ll satisfy the overwhelming sense of unfulfillment, by defeating Trace, and by becoming a name even those I looked up to will remember. I’ll stand proudly at my Hall of Fame ceremony as they clap before my with widened smiles, I’ll smile back, remembering the days I’d sit back and idolize them.
But that’s a distant dream now i’m wrestling in the very ring that Drakz is. Drakz is facing Jayson Garrett, a friend, an ally, I know it won't be difficult for him. Johnny Michaels defeated Drakz for the WFWF World Championship. I’ll defeat Drakz retaining my WFWF World Championship.
Then i’ll receive my Hall of Fame ring, all diamond please.
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July 21st, 2014
Baltimore, MD
From: James Boyle
155 W 66th St #408 New York, NY
To: Dexter Kingsley
801 Key Hwy
Baltimore, MD
Room: 23b
I open the letter delivered to my door, I slowly tear away at the upper part of the envelope, revealing a simple blue notecard folded up into fourths. I reach in and unfold the notecard.
“Hey Dexter! How ya been. Listen, i’m in town this week for the show, let’s meet up. I delivered this through a guy I know, he specializes in quick secretive letters. I can’t be traced. If i’m found it’s over for me. Listen. There is a bar not far from your house, you know where it is. Go there. I’m going to be outside, behind the bar. Wear dark clothing if you can, I don’t want us to be spotted by some paparazzi. We need to talk.”
-James.
Talk? About what, I thought everything was resolved. That was supposed to be our only meeting, the only time we interact. Xavier, Lila, and Trace can’t know we’re associated together. If they do, James is fired, and i’m next in line for the whipping. We’re going to take down Trace. He’s a mutual target, and to get to him, i’m going to need to defeat BIshop this week.
I throw on a black hooded jacket and exit my condo, walking down the stairs I can almost feel my heart tense up in nervousness. I continue walking in doubt, did they find out? I walk past the empty lot of cars only to see an old black Chevy van. The paint doesn’t gleem nor shine in the moonlight, it blends into the darkened atmosphere of the night. I continue to walk forward only to hear a familiar voice ring in my head.
“Dex in here! Open the back door!”
He says, almost whispering, his voice murmuring in fear and distraught. I pick up the pace, and begin jogging towards the van. I grasp onto the back door and pull it as relentless as possible. I see James as well as Bruce, Leonardo, and Porter.
“The . What’s wrong with you James? Crouched in the back of a van? No one’s going to see us here..”
I say surprised, to say the least. I figured something bad was going on, like something out of an action film. Hired hitmen have come and taken James ransom, but I was clearly wrong, mistaken and almost embarrassed.
“Listen Dex. We've got a plan. “WFWF: Up The Garden Path” marks the beginning of the end. The beginning of our “Sovereignty” fiasco. You’re facing Bishop, Trace’s ally, that’s when we’ll deploy the hounds and take him out. Send a message to not only Demon, but the whole WFWF. That you’re a dangerous man Dex. I’ll have these guys cripple him, all you have to do is lift your arm up when it’s over with. You in?”
He says with his almost stereotypical New York, Danny Devito esque accent. He slowly smiles at the end, giving off an almost demonic look. I respond.
“No. James, I can beat Bishop. In fact I will beat Bishop, i’m all for our alliance, but you’ve got to stay out of any match i’m involved in. I’m a man of my word, I respect the sport, I’ll beat any man cleanly without the need of anyone. Listen, I don’t want you guys crippling nor battering any person. I’m the leader of this operation, I tell you what to do! We go out there, and we send a message, not to Bishop, but to Trace himself. Maybe we shove him around, let him taste our power, but this is all simple build-up to our match. Our match marks the end of Demon’s tyrannical power in the WFWF. Without his title, losing cleanly, he’s nothing. His ego, everything will fall apart, that’s when you rise up and do whatever you plan on doing. That’s when this all over. You got that?”
Porter Bryant, a member of Dex’s alliance stands up and proposes a thought to the World Champion.
“Dex, what do we do when this is all over? This question also redirects to James as well, we don’t want to be your pawns. We want an incentive as well!”
He says, with his almost normal voice, he also throws a fist in the air, nearly punching the roof of the car. The others look at him in question, not willing to join in his stupid “revolution.”
“Porter, you remember your contract right? You’re signed to the WFWF. You get big bucks, plus, I’ll throw in an incentive for every one of you. Every hit on Trace, is a 1K check in the bank waiting for you in your name.”
The three young members smile and nod their heads, now determined to bloody Trace as bad as possible.
Dex responds, almost distraught and concerned, his voice loud and booming.
“I don’t need any incentive to defend my title and this company! James, don’t bother depositing any checks, I’ll defeat Trace cleanly. You guys abide by my rules, and my commands. I don’t want you interfering unless I tell you to. We’ll get the job done, Trace will lose everything, I defend my title, and you move up the ranks James. But pretty soon Trace is going to start pointing fingers, and eventually he might strike gold with you. What are you going to do? Who are you working with?”
James responds almost directly after Dex’s response.
“I don’t have anyone invested except you guys and a secret advisor. Trust me Dexter! So what are the plans?”
“The plans are as followed. I win my match against Bishop without any help. We go after Trace. Remember it.”
They shake their heads in a sign of agreement. We both decide to part ways, the 3 men now start the van and drive away, they wave towards me as I walk back to my condo.
Using help? Some would say that it’s pity, disgraceful, and i’d more than likely agree with many of them. I’m only doing it to strike fear in the eyes of Trace. To get known, to be more than just a target waiting to be shot with a piercing arrow, to be a level competitor in the eyes of all who face me. We’ll take down “The Final Revolution.” I’ll batter Bishop, and destroy Trace’s image, and there will only be one man left standing.
Dex.
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I hear the cries of the weak, the fallen, as they continue to torment, leaving them in distraught, in need of a hero. I hear the blaring sirens of police cars, those in the back of them, sitting, wondering why they choose this path. The fallen have now regained confidence, able to live life peacefully, while the hunters have become hunted in the name of justice. The tides have changed. The hunted are now bottom feeders, grasping to regain their spot on the ladder. Justice prevails, the police are now the carnivores, the top of the food chain.
Trace Demon is a hunter terrorizing the WFWF, and I am justice.
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July 23rd, 2014.
The world champion tosses and turns as he’s awoken by a vibration in his pocket. Dex slowly moves his head up enough to lay back on the leather black cushioned headboard. He pulls out his phone.
5:38 A.M
Wednesday, July 23rd
One New Message
slide to unlock
Complying with the alarming annoyingness of having a smartphone, Dex indeed slided his finger across the screen to “unlock” it. Dex’s eyes had finally adjusted to the insane brightness levels of the phone, that at times made him see black blotchy spots all around his room.
“Dex. I know what you’re planning. Let’s have a talk.”
-XP
XP? What the hell is an XP? Probably some dumb kid.
Dex begins to type his fingers constantly misspelling words due to the incredibly small keyboards almost built for five year olds.
“Who are you kid? I’m trying to go to sleep here. Ya got the wrong number.”
I respond annoyed.
Dex drifts away, closing his eyes until he’s alarmed once more, another message.
“Kid? I’m the CEO you dipsh*t!”
-XP
CEO? Of what? Dex quickly responded again, his fingers now moving rapidly as he has finally woken up.
“CEO of what, your action figures or something? Kid, I barely get time to sleep nowadays, it’s a little too early for you to be up anyways. Alright i’m done.”
Dex chucks his phone on the wooden counter that sits beside his bed. Dex slouches back down and begins to close his eyes, angered, as the sun begins to shine. Almost as he immediately sinks back into his covers another message, another vibration, and more anger fuel for Dex. He throws his arm at the wooden cabinet and throws his phone towards him, revealing a shocking message.
“Xavier Pierce. XP. Thought that you were a smart kid Dex, guess I was wrong. I know what James and you are planning alright, let’s have a meeting later today, 2:00 PM, Woodberry Kitchen.”
-XP
Oh sh*t. Xavier Pierce? We’re busted, James is busted, this is all over before it even began. How did he find out? How is Xavier going to strap the belt off of me? Sh*t. Should’ve never trusted that wannabe Danny Devito, he always had a jobber aura around him. . . . !
“Alright.”
Dex responds as he throws the iPhone at his wall, with force and anger. The phone quickly falls and the screen is busted wide open. Dex continues to shout obscenities as he grabs his hair and pulls his head towards his lap in failure.
Minutes go by as Dex falls asleep with his head tucked in his lap.
He’s disappointed.
Depressed.
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July 23rd, 2014.
2:00 PM.
The Woodberry Kitchen, Baltimore, MD.
Dex had arrived at the venue exactly on time, wearing a black suit he was met by a wave of security guards, patting Dex down, before he was able to proceed to his booth. Sitting in front of him was the man himself, Xavier Pierce. Pierce was no slouch rocking a white designer suit.
“Dex, this is our first meeting isn’t it?”
Xavier initiates as he smirks at the nervous champ.
“Yeah I guess so.”
Dex responds as Xavier nearly cuts him off.
“Trace Demon, I want him out. You want him out. James wants him out. Lila wants him out. Who doesn’t want that punk out of here? Dex, i’m backing your little stable alright. I want him gone. The WFWF isn’t a safe to invest in with a lunatic like him as owner. The stocks have gone down, money isn’t reeling in as it did in the past. And it’s all because I’ve got to share a building with him. Dex, it would be bad publicity if I got rid of him by myself. Hell, I don’t even know the consequences of what would happen. Stocks may go up, may go down, we might lose viewership. You’re the champ. You’ve got the fans in the palm of your hands, while Trace is the opposite. You kick his ass, they don’t give a sh*t. They cheer, they get even more behind you. You’re the perfect guy for this operation.”
Xavier says giving off an oddly devilish, yet handsome look towards the end. Dex was alarmed, surprised, and shocked. Xavier Pierce had always been a mysterious figure in the eyes of many. Whether those are his true motives was still left in question to Dex, but Dex believed in his words.
“Perfect guy? I don’t know about that, Xavie-”
“Dex, you’re the face of the WFWF. We need you. You’re going to beat Bishop and defend the title. With a guy like you as our GUY, stocks will go up, money will pour in. Kids don’t want to buy a T-Shirt of some dickwad like Trace, they want to buy a T-Shirt of Shawn Malakai, of a good guy. You’re going to be that guy Dex.”
“I’m not that guy Xavier. I’m not doing this for anyone, I do it because I love the business, i’m not being anything that i’m not for the sake of you making money. I’m the guy I want to be. I choose to be this way long before I was given the title, I’m not going to abide by any kind of bullsh*t you force me into. Dex on screen is the full package you get with Dex anywhere, i’m not acting anything out.”
Xavier smirks once more.
“I understand that Dex, that’s why you’re the guy. I joined up with James because his idea was smart. We all benefit from you defeating Trace.”
“Xavier, i’m not in it for any of the reasons you guys are. You’re cashing in on my determination, I want to be the champion that this place deserves, I want to make everyone proud of me. I want to become the best.”
Xavier lifts up his menu as the guards move aside to let the waiter do his job.
“Give me a burger.”
Xavier quickly responds, setting down the menu.
“What kind of burger? We’ve got the classic burger, bacon burger,--..”
“I don’t need your explanation. I said I wanted a burger. A classic burger please, some fries on the side, give me a glass of pink lemonade as well.”
“Yes sir, and for your friend?”
“Yeah, give him a steak and french fries.”
The hell? Xavier ordered for me without even asking. This guy’s ego matches up almost equally to Trace’s. No wonder he wants him out. The WFWF can’t handle two egos this big.
The guards circle up as the waiter walks away.
“Alright back to our conversation Dexy. You want to be the best? That’s why I called you here. I know what you’re capable of doing, I believe in you. Shawn believed in you. You’ve got big things ahead of you kid. Demon is your opponent, he’s the antonym of everything you believe in. This is more than a match, it’s a clash of two sides of professional wrestling. But to get to him, we need to get rid of Bishop. I can send in those guys, and take him out for a while. He’s a distraction.”
“I take care of the matches. I told James this, I take care of everything in the ring. Everything outside is subject to change, but i’m not going to do anything crazy for the sake of a couple of corporates wanting to move up the ladder.”
Xavier chuckles.
“You’re a tough nut to crack Dexter. I like that. We’re similar you know that? I’ve been a fan for years, I came in because I loved this place, I worked hard, and eventually made it to CEO once Kraig called it quits. I wanted to bring back the glory in the sport. Bring it back to the golden days. But Trace stands in the way. It’s not all about money, which I was raving on earlier in our conversation. It’s about the state of the WFWF. And Demon is not only bad for business, he’s bad for fans, the consumers, and anyone who loves the sport. He threatens guys like us.”
The waiter eventually returns as the guards space out once more allowing the waiter to deliver the order. He places the food in the correct spots then leaves as the two resume the conversation.
“I’m going to take down Trace, because it’s what I believe in. I need to defend my title, defend the legacy of those who came before, and make the guys who believed in me proud. Bishop is going down.”
“So, let’s make our mark at the show.”
The two dig in as the conversation erodes and the two find themselves silent, eating until finally the meeting has ended, both men go their separate ways.
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“Up The Garden Path” is a monumental matchup for us both. Bishop wants to prove his worth not only to the WFWF, but Trace as well. He wants to defeat the WFWF champion, he wants a pat on the back, to be rewarded for his efforts. People are going to be eyeing in on this matchup, we’re supposedly the “future generation” of the WFWF. Watch critics. Watch as I defeat Bishop flawlessly by submission, he’ll tap, and i’ll make sure Demon sees it. Demon will be disappointed, you’ll be humiliated, and i’ll be one step closer to defending my belt.
I know Bishop’s intentions, he’s out there to play lackey. He simply wants to take me out, who knows, maybe he’ll swing a chair our two. But I assure you, that i’ll dodge it, and roll him up cleanly. This match is more than just a mere match, it’s all a matter of mind games between Trace and I. Who is willing to outsmart the other? Trace has had a history of mind games, he’s known for it, his ego seeps into other people and controls them or some sh*t. Besides that, I honestly have no clue why anyone would align himself with a guy like Trace. Bishop wants to get what he wants easy, he’s always been like that. He joined the “Nest” aligning himself with Solomon, but then he aligned himself with Trace. He’s hopping from one guy to the next, what’s next, Schneider or Drakz? But that’s beyond the point. No matter who Bishop aligns himself with, Dex will outsmart him, and prove his worth.
Every match I win this title get’s heavier, it gains in worth, I gain credibility. A win against Bishop, only adds to the now growing list of accolades. Bishop is going to become another statistic. A guy who tried, but was defeated by me.
This match, is over before it even began.
“Up the Garden Path” marks the debut of a new era. The era of Dex.
And Bishop, you’re the first victim.
The gunmen backs away as I shove him, disarm the gun, and now point it directly at him. He falls shocked, as I smirk, I pull the trigger.
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OOC: Tried on this one. Wasn’t a fan of quite a few things, but I liked it in general.