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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 2 2007, 09:58 PM (22 Views) | |
| Jason De Luca | Nov 2 2007, 09:58 PM Post #1 |
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::Smile:: You walk into the back with the world title draped over your left shoulder, sweat rolling down your body. Their eyes look you down with nothing but malice; jealousy, that’s all it is. They are jealous of you, jealous of the fact you did what you promised to do. Became world champion in your rookie year along as being simply better then all of them. Sheep, every last one of them. Wishing to be in your position, to have that title in their grasps. But alas they will never be you, none of them are worthy of it. Riki Honma just nods his head at you in approval, the only one who knows why you did what you did tonight. The first of many to be formed under your image; the New Covenant. Your work, your blood, your merits. Not the merits of Jada Kaine or Christopher Belmont… this is your time, your vision… the other incarnation was but a beta form, a test if you will. Perfection is what you strive for now; fighting and bleeding to continue to be the champion, to continue to hold on to it with a death grip. No one can take this moment away from you; they can try but they will fail miserably at it. You did something in two tries that took Jada Kaine four times to do. You destroyed the men that stood before you; defeated three world champions in one night to lay claim to your throne. No sleeping around with your opponents, no becoming best friends with them only to sneak attack them… you did it the old fashioned way. Straight up and in their faces. Simply put, you were the better man that night; and all the boys in the back know it. Your body is tense and it aches with each step you take towards your locker room; ignoring the pissing and moaning coming your way via the ungrateful sheep. They don’t know greatness, they don’t know perfection… they only know their own pitiful existences, they only know what they are force fed to believe about you. That you are the ultimate evil, the one who turned his back on his “lover”, the one who sold his soul… if they only knew the truth. But they couldn’t handle it, their fragile minds would break if they knew the real you, the real reasoning for what you did tonight. They just couldn’t comprehend it. You don’t blame them for it; they can’t help but be the inferior species, the race that would one day be wiped clean off the face of YOUR planet. It’s only a formality now, they talk about you behind your back… and you, you don’t give a damn what they say. Let them talk if it makes them feel better about their mundane and mediocre lives they are forced to live each and every day. While you are the King, the one that holds all the cards… the one that grasps hold of the world title. Something the rest of them wants to be but will never even come close to it. Close to your title, your throne… they will never bask in the spotlight that is now perfectly transfixed over your body and yours alone. You know people will be gunning for you. But not just because you are the champion, but because of what you did to her… to that woman who used you to further her own agenda. They will come at you in droves, marching to the same beating drum. Left, right, left, right, left. Company, halt, forward MARCH… they will scream their battle cries of vengeance and hatred towards you. And you will just laugh… for they are nothing. Pawns being led to their own demise by the Queen of jack shit. Nick, Jackson, and David. Let them come, you think to yourself as you round the hall and feel the warmth of the florescent light bulbs radiate off your body; drying off the sweat with each passing second you are under them. Let them attempt to vindicate the woman who has been using them just as much as she used you. In time they will see the futility of their attacks against you, for you had the balls to do something the rest of them were too chicken shit to do. You stood up for what was right, you called her out on her whorish ways; and you cut all ties to her. Broke free from the chains of oppression she had placed around you the second you had laid eyes on her. You didn’t care who came for you; you welcomed the bull’s eye placed firmly on your body. Let them come for you and you shall knock them down one by one. Like lambs to the slaughter, easy pickings. You already know who your first challenger is… TJ Jones. You can’t help but laugh at the thought of him being your first challenger for your world title. What has he done to deserve it? You can’t think of one single thing he has done. But evidently Powers thinks otherwise and is going to try his best to dethrone you by sending the attack dogs. By sending anyone and everyone he can think of that “deserves” a shot. TJ isn’t worthy enough to lace up your boots, he doesn’t have your respect and frankly you don’t give a damn if he ever wanted it to begin with. TJ let his eyes off the prize tonight, he ran from the ring to grab his child and his wife… foolish is the man who believes in love over power and respect. He will come at you with a fire in his eyes and a rage built up but it won’t matter. You’ll dull the rage to but a minimal roar and his fire? His fire will become but a small spark that could never truly ignite after you are finished tearing his body apart on November third. TJ Jones… pfft. He is nothing to you, no where near your caliber and will crack under the pressure. He always did, he couldn’t get it done against Nick Stevenson two weeks ago and he failed tonight. A win is a win in your book. Not your fault he went after his child because The Hidden took her. But yet you know what TJ will do; he’ll blame you. It’s a classic move that ALL failures in life do. Blame others for their own faults and mishaps; never willing to look themselves in the mirror and admit that they are the ones screwing up their own lives. But let him believe it was your fault, let him come at you with all he has, it makes victory that much sweeter for you. You crave it like an addict craves that final hit of weed, or a drunk craves that final shot of whiskey. You want victory and strive for perfection in every venture you undertake. Whether that be wrestling, owning clubs, or becoming the grandmaster of an entire vampire nation. Nothing is outside your limits and you know this. You have come to understand this to be fact; while TJ never will come to understand it. He’ll believe what he wants to believe, he’ll believe you to be a fluke, a flash in the pan. How wrong he shall be. In reality he is all of these things and more; people still call those holding the world title for only one event, the TJ Jones factor; it amused you to hear those words… yet every time someone brings that up he always comes back with the Vincent Faust factor of not even holding it for an event, or the new kid of the block… Exile factor. Either way it doesn’t matter whether it’s one event or no events held. TJ Jones will still be remembered for his failed title reign and you refuse to become just like him. Your locker room is only a few feet away as you notice a few lone ring techs are hanging around waiting for their cue to go take down the ring. One of them nods his head at you and smiles but you ignore him; he’s a peasant not worthy of your acknowledgment. You continue your walk towards the locker room brushing past the ring techs as they mutter to one another about your new look and attitude. You used to be the friendly type, the one who talked with them. Asked them how their families were. Not anymore, you don’t have time for them; they never cared anyways. If they did, they would have told you about her and what she had done while you were away. One final step and you are at your door; your name neatly engraved on the placard that was placed on it hours before you even arrived at the building… Alexander Liam Belmont… you snarl at the name and rip the placard from the door. He is dead to you; nothing more then a forgotten relic in the annuals of time. You are Alexander McIntyre now; your God given name. No need to hide behind the falsehood of fake names any longer; you accomplished your goals now. Your hand touches the handle to your own personal sanctuary and you feel the cold steel crawl up your arm as you twist the handle to open the door. Darkness greets you like a long lost friend you’ve not seen in years. Its sweet embrace comforts you from the blinding light behind you. You walk inside before shutting the door behind you, leaving all their jealous eyes to find another target. You were alone now, left to ponder what was in store for the coming weeks. Who would become your next victim? Who would learn that in your kingdom it’s either bow before you or be broken in two? All signs were pointing to TJ. You close your eyes and let the night’s events sink into the back of your mind, that title still draped over your left shoulder feels perfect against your skin. You place the title against your table and stare at it; it was worth it. All the pain and torment you had been put through, all the insiders claiming that you would never become world champion. You proved them wrong tonight, you proved everyone wrong. It felt great to shove their hatred and distain towards you down their fucking throats! To prove that William was not a GOD, but was indeed beatable. You hear the sound of soft footsteps coming from behind you. The smell of Lilac enters your nostrils and you know who it is. Only one woman ever wore that perfume… she had come home, come home to be with her champion; her one true lover… her King. “You did good out there champ.” Her voice rang out in your ears like a symphony, how wonderful it was to hear it. To hear the voice of the one woman who never cheated on you, never went astray and has always loved you. “Thank you, Darla…” It was all you responded to the red-haired goddess that stood at your side. You felt her finger tips glide down your shoulder blades before resting firmly atop your forearms; embracing you, loving you. You turn your head and meet her eyes before softly kissing her lips. It was good to be the King, and every King needs a TRUE Queen, and Darla would be perfect for the role… And for the first time, in a very long time…. You smiled. |
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