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Topic Started: Jul 20 2008, 08:52 PM (95 Views)
Tsalmavet
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[Start Flashback]

Wednesday Afternoon

Inside the waiting room, I am nervous, waiting for Trenton to be returned to me. Three broken ribs, a level two concussion, a few staples, they are nothing compared to the uncertainty of the safety of your child. I see Trenton rushing, as I see a glimpse if Talon as well.

As he stopped and removed his sunglasses, he scanned the clean hospital waiting room and shivered. The air conditioning was on strong, adding to the feeling of despair that he felt whenever he was in the hospital. He looked to the doors on the other end of the room, where an excited Trenton was hugging me, his father.

“Right on time,” Talon said as he walked over to us awkwardly. He caught up to us and opened his mouth to speak, but I had other things in mind.

“Nice, Talon,” I say, with a lot of anger over taking the face of me, “Way to be exactly like your little boyfriend. Just consider yourself lucky that not a hair on his head was harmed, or I would spend more time behind bars for what I would do to you!”

He stared at me like I was going to shake his bloody hand, for basically snatching my son. This painted face freak is without a doubt on some special medication, and it probably evens out the chemical imbalance he has.

“It was in the kid's best interests,” he said coolly, narrowing his eyes and gritting his teeth, “And if you're going to threaten me, why don't you go look over the tapes from a couple weeks ago?”

Turning on his heel and walking away, Talon placed the sunglasses on his face. “Bye, Trenton!” he called back, not turning to look, as he pushed his way out the door.

Without a doubt, he's someone I will need to handle later. At this point, he is minor in the major league of villains.

[End Flashback]

A bright sunny afternoon in downtown Las Vegas. The city of sin, does not even pause a moment for Sunday, a day of worship, a day of supposed "GOD!" My son lies asleep, exhausted after dragging me to five straight showings of The Dark Knight. That is eleven hours or more, of my life I shall not have returned. Outside my hotel room, on the balcony. Sadly, it's quiet outside. As the closing sun is about to say it's goodbyes. Eight o'clock, and night will soon overtake the crowded, in the middle of nowhere, town.

"I'm displeased at your attempts to make a statement. Slamming my head with a bat, was that exciting to you? Do not mistake a hospital visit as something of me showing weakness. Paige forced me to follow the doctor's orders. I would have let the trainer stitch my head, and went on about my business. NOT THE CASE HOWEVER!" I cough, and clinch my ribs, as the pressure is like knives stabbing me. "You speak about my condition, like you know it. You do not know shit! You want to give everyone a false line of hope, and showcase your ignorance? Be my guest, you are merely the guy who has repeated the same line about me, what, three or four times? Must be hard for you...Being lost for words and all. You shall overcome thy! Raise above the ash, and stand tall inside the flames. Ready to step thru them, and reign supreme in the cesspool of worthless talent..." I pause, and start to laugh. Even that hurts my broken ribs. "Oh yeah, my fault...You are worthless talent. You are the same pathetic bastard who has been handed everything without deserving it."

Glaring off into the sun, I am pleased to speak the truth, something most would not dare say.

"How does it feel, former champ...To know I am where you want to be? Do you honestly think I give a damn about your actions towards me? You to pass out some message? Use my body as your paper, and my blood as your ink. Dig your words into my flesh, and hear my screams not, for the pain you attempt to inflection upon me, is only flesh wounds that heal in due time. You are pissed off, I've stepped into your place, and now...You're just a shadow dancing in the darkness. Sadly, you are not even one of the shadows that people fear. So sit the fuck down Captain Boring! We don't have enough time to hear you boost about how supposed GREAT you are. When we all know without a single doubt, you are worse than Gilmour...Yes, someone had to be fucking honest for a change. Hello, the name is TRUTH, and I'm here knocking you on your ass."

I shake my head, with a grin on my face...

"You have no clue who I am. Why do you walk around, chest poked out, acting as if you do? Telling your little friends information that makes you look foolish...Here you were, champion, role model, and everything else. Now we see you, washed up, has been, and ignorant"

"Don't question my parenting. My son took an interest in what I do, unlike you. I spend time with my child. Mister Part Time Dad, and Half Ass Wrestler. Put them together, and we still don't have a bastard who equals a whole in anything, other than, failure! Hate me, I stepped over you busted body, and stood in line. I didn't extend my hand, and help your pathetic ass up, instead, I saw my chance. Now, for this, you want to target me? I am not the man who you cannot beat. However, if you think it will help, bring the bat to Showdown. I checked myself out against doctor's orders, and fuck a medical clearance. You knew when you attacked me, that it was not something that heals in a week. After this week, you'll disappear towards mid-card status, and guess what. I stay here. So, you need to complete the job, and take me out for good. Until then, you will never be handed a title again. And yes, YOU HAVE BEEN HANDED EVERYTHING!"

As the sun is starting to disappear behind the buildings, a dim feel overtake the city...

"However, what type of man are you? Are you man enough to do the same, face to face, as you did from behind? Don't fret, it's not like I am your almighty God, I am simply better. I am real, he is phony. And just as he is fake, this whole tough guy, world class wrestler, role model whatever you have been preaching of, is just some fairytale as well!"

I retreat to my hotel room, seeking some Excedrin for the headache I have. Popping three, I follow it with a drink of Mello Yello. I head off towards my room, maybe calling it a night...

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