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TheLostLegend Aug 26 2012, 02:07 PM Post #1
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A gimmick? BAH! All i need is a mic, my words and an audience.
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Nearing the end of Winter and the land is slowly appearing to be not as grey as usual. The sky is opening up just a little and a little ray of hope shines through; reminding us that Summer is on the horizon, don’t give in just yet. The trees are slowly starting to bloom once more as Spring arrives, the cycle has come full circle and it is now time for a new cycle.

New stars are emerging and older stars are making way for these newer stars, it seems. At The Ultimate Showdown we witnessed this first hand. I failed, I failed to regain my World Championship and Richard Garcia managed to walk out with his head high knowing that he had beaten three of UWF’s finest stars to retain his World Championship. The torch had passed; I can’t help but congratulate him for that.

But deep down in the cuckolds of my heart I can’t help but to feel a little bitter. Wouldn’t you feel a little bitter if you had had your livelihood snatched away by someone younger than yourself? It’s a mere case of the younger lion taking down the older lion and becoming the new leader of the pack. The torch has been passed on and I have been left to slide to the back of the line. Although I may feel bitter, I am still incredibly proud of Richard Garcia and his accomplishments, how could I not be seeing one of my own students reach the pinnacle of this industry? It’s like a father watching their son graduate. It’s a proud moment indeed.

The day has lightened up and warmed up since this morning. It started out cold and miserable but as the hours have passed the sun has slowly peaked out from behind the clouds to shed some warmth on the land below. Myself and Summer sit on a park bench as we spend our last few hours in Australia before we are set to fly over to the states and take part in the Underground event and everything else the UWF brings to the table. I may be Chairman of the UWF but I love travelling home for the week, it helps me get through another week when I am able to see friends and family on a consistent basis. The wrestling industry can be a harsh mistress and can become rather stressful, especially when it seems like everything is about work and there is no time for friends and family. I happen to have the liberty to delicate my time between work time and personal time and anything that needs to be done for work can be done sparingly from home whilst enjoying the company of friends and family.

Being a part of the UWF herself, Summer knows that I lost at The Ultimate Showdown and she knows that I am disappointed. She has been supportive all week and I appreciate it wholeheartedly. We sit, hand-in-hand on the bench, her head rests against my shoulder and we merely take in the ambience of the surroundings. Bids chirp from a nearby tree, a dog barks nearby as its owner throws a frisby across the park land as if they are looking for a touchdown in rugby and the dog chases after it as if catching it is a life or death situation.

In a few short hours I board the plane for the states where I am set to face off against CF Schulze. The interesting thing about this match-up is we are both former Showcase Champions, he happened to beat me to gain the Showcase Championship back when I donned the Helado Hombre mask. But that isn’t the only interesting thing about this match; we are also both the only two to ever held the UWF World Championship twice.

At The Ultimate Showdown both myself and CF Schulze had the chance to make history and become the first ever three time UWF World Champion and we both ended up blowing it. Now we are both back to square one, we are both at the back of the line and we are both in need of working our way back to the top if we want another chance at the World Championship. Our match on Underground is essentially round one in a game of proving grounds which only comes to an end when we land ourselves another opportunity at the World Championship.

CF Schulze claims he is determined to capture the World Championship once more but at The Ultimate Showdown I did not stare into the eyes of a determined man, I stared into the eyes of a desperate man, a man desperate to reclaim his past glory in order to once again feel relevant to the UWF audience. I said it the week leading into The Ultimate Showdown that the main event would be myself verses Richard Garcia, the other two competitors were simply extras, and that’s exactly how it turned out. Sure, CF Schulze and Shaker Jones both made an impact in the main event. Sure, it was CF Schulze’s shoulders Richard Garcia pinned to the mat, but walking into The Ultimate Showdown it was the matches between myself and Richard Garcia and the rematch to come that the crowd was talking about, not the fact that CF Schulze was the Brawl For It All winner and cashing in his World Championship shot and certainly not the fact that Shaker Jones was finally competing in a World Championship match.

Suddenly I feel a tap on my thigh; the tap is from the hand of Summer.

‘Come on sweetie, we better head off. We don’t want to push it too late and miss our flight’ Summer says.

‘No, of course not’ I reply.

The airport was nearby; we had driven up this way about an hour ago. However, with a bit of time to spare we had decided to kill some time and had eventually ended up in this park. The park was just far enough away from the airport to ensure the cacophonic sound of the air planes passing overhead wouldn’t ruin the ambience of our surroundings.

I lift myself up off of the bench and extend my hand down towards Summer and help her to her feet. Summer then locks her arm around my waist and we head back to the car park, ready to head to the airport and catch a plane to the states for this weekend’s UWF festivities and everything that comes along with the life and times of a chairman of a large, multi-million dollar wrestling business who also works as an active competitor.

***

‘Lift off!’ a voice can be heard from the pilot over the PA from within the cock pit.

The plane begins to move as it runs along the landing strip, within a few seconds it becomes airborne as we launch up into the air and head onward towards our destination. With three seats to a row we had been fortunate enough this time around to have a free seat beside us. Usually it was filled with a mother with a screaming baby, an overly loud business man or a man who was clearly too big for just one seat or someone of that nature, making our flight more uncomfortable than it should be.

I have the window seat, not that it is all that great. All I see out the window are clouds and the occasional appearance of the piercing bright sun. Summer sits next to me in the middle seat, fortunate to not have to be forced into an aisle seat. Summer dozed off about an hour ago, determined to get her rest before we touched down and headed to the arena for the next instalment of Underground.

I never really liked flying, the idea if flying thousands upon thousands of meters in the air and having to rely on the plane and the pilot to get us safely to our destination just didn’t sit right with me, especially considering there is the odd occasion when a plane will fail and come crashing down to Earth. What if this flight was destined to be one of those flights? The stewardess’s safety routine at the top end of the flight never helped sooth my fears.

‘Do you want something from the trolley, dear?’ An elderly, middle-aged stewardess asks as she wheels a trolley in my direction.

I look at the trolley and there really isn’t anything that tickles my fancy, but I would be in need of a pillow soon, I felt myself drifting off with every minute that past, my eyes becoming heavy and stressed to remain open.

‘No, thank you’ I inform the stewardess, ‘But, can I get a pillow?’ I ask the stewardess.

‘Sure, no problem’ the stewardess replies, ‘I’ll bring it to you as soon as possible’.

With that the stewardess wheels the trolley over to the next aisle of passengers and asks the exact same question in the exact same tone of voice she had asked me previously.

‘Do you want something from the trolley, dear?’ the stewardess asks the passengers sitting behind me.

In a few short hours this plan will land, I will head to my hotel room with Summer in my arms, dump my luggage wherever it may lie and head to the arena to face off against CF Schulze and, quite frankly, I am feeling nothing but confident. This week on Underground is where I make my ascension back towards the World Championship.

CF Schulze, I will give you your dues, you put in a great effort at The Ultimate Showdown, so did I and we both walked out without the World Championship. However, at the sound of the bell it was not I who was lying flat on my back in the ring, staring at the lights as Richard Garcia stood over me with the World Championship on his shoulders, it was you. You walked into the main event at The Ultimate Showdown as the man to look out for, not many people gave Richard Garcia a chance at walking out with the World Championship and a lot of people claimed that you would be walking out with gold over your shoulder, but alas, that wasn’t to be.

The biggest mistake you made in your journey to regaining the World Championship was you let your ego get in the way. You won the Brawl For It All Match in an impressive encounter, outlasting fourteen other hungry competitors to earn yourself a one-on-one World Championship match at The Ultimate Showdown. However, your ego got the best of you and you felt the need to interject into my World Championship rematch on Underground a few weeks back, leading to your one-on-one opportunity at the World Championship being revoked, hence turning the main event at The Ultimate Showdown into a Fatal Four Way. Myself and the Board Of Directors came to the decision to strip you of that one-on-one opportunity and make it a Fatal Four Way, although the decision to add Shaker Jones to the match was not an opinion I shared. But alas, majority rules in politics.

You can sit there and bitch and complain about how you were screwed out of your World Championship opportunity, I’ve seen better men than yourself take the same direction and complain to anyone that would listen to the dribble that spewed forth from their mouths. But the simple fact is you blew your opportunity, you only have yourself to blame for your failure to capture the World Championship at The Ultimate Showdown.

We may be a part of two very exclusive clubs, one that comes from a high point with us being former two time UWF World Champions and one that comes from a lower point with us both failing to capitalise on our Brawl For It All victorious at The Ultimate Showdown. But come Underground it will be I that walks out victorious and it will be I that takes that one step closer to becoming a three time UWF World Champion.

‘Here is your pillow, sir’ the middle-aged stewardess from before says from nearby.

I turn my head and see the stewardess standing next to me with a surprisingly inviting pillow in her right hand, a hand in which she has outstretched in my direction as she awaits for me to take the pillow from her. I take the pillow from her and slide it behind my head.

‘Thank you’ I say to the stewardess, she nods her head and walks back down the aisle.

With that I am going to allow these heavy eyes to drop and I will allow the sandman to take me away to a fantasy land as I dream away the rest of this flight. See you later on tonight, CF Schulze.
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