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| Perfection | Nov 27 2010, 02:11 AM Post #1 |
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The Reflection of Perfection
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November 7th 2010 Roll The Dice Goodfellas Arena Las Vegas, Nevada For months now, I have been waiting patiently to make my illustrious return to the infamous Sanctioned Violence Organization. Two years it has been since the last time I was in an SVO ring and it was finally hitting me. Not since 2008 has American wrestling fans seen me wrestle, cut a promo, perform ringside commentary. No one. Nada. Nil. I was praying to God that at least one person in attendance today would remember who the hell I was. I spent the last two years of my career in and out of Japan, and only hardcore wrestling fans, or internet smarks would have know that. Sure, there are those hardcore, pure wrestling fans that thrive on watching performance and work rate wrestling matches. It was a rare occurrence to hear of people who still tape trade; something that was the common thing to do back in the early Nineties. You would search out for the best wrestling matches all across the country, all over the world, and trade with other hardcore wrestling fans. Kind of like show and tell if you will. I myself thrived on putting on the best wrestling matches that I possibly could, not only for the sake of the fans in attendance but for the sake of my ego as well. Because you see, I am a perfectionist. I strive for perfection, I strive to the best at anything and everything that I do. That’s where my nickname “The Reflection of Perfection” comes from. It’s more than just a name, it’s a way of life. I stood backstage, pacing back and forth in anticipation of my return. I could hear the soud of bodies slamming against the cold, hard, ring canvas underneath the loud cheers and jeers of the audience in the Goodfellas Arena. I continued to roam around the immediate area, in an attempt to calm my nerves down but the crowd’s reaction to the Roscoe Shame and Bobby Dean championship bout didn’t help at all. They were so into the match, what if my return spoiled the match for the fans? What if I didn’t get the reaction that I was hoping to get? What if my return was a flop and all of this build up, this hype was to go to waste, for nothing? “Cody… It’s time!” the stage manager said. Here it is. All of these months, waiting for my time to come… All of these years that I had spent in Japan, perfecting my craft and my at form… All of the hype that I have been getting on the past Sunday Night Showdowns… All of it came down to this one moment. It was do or die, it was sink or swim. It was the moment of truth. The lights in the arena turned off. It was go time. It was now time to find out. - - - - - - - - - - November 25th 2010 Thanksgiving Williams Estate Las Vegas, Nevada I was impressed. I pulled into the security gate, driving my newly purchased vehicle. Yeah, you heard that right, I purchased yet another vehicle to add to my ever growing collection. A few have come and a few have gone, but one thing remains the same: I’M RICH BITCH!!! As I slowly pulled up the driveway in my white 2010 Mercedez Benz S65 AMG, I took a deep breath and admired my new home away from home. Beverly Hills, California will always be my home but now that I am signed under contract with the Sanctioned Violence Organization I needed a home to stay in while I am on the road. Where did all this money come from? In case you didn’t catch the memo, I’m ric... Well you get the idea. I made my way into the outdoor courtyard, circling the car around the fountain. I pop open the door and my Salvatore Ferragamo loafers come in contact with the stamped pavement. I step outside and take a breath of fresh air, looking back at my Estate as I nod my head in approval. I re-fasten the bottom button of my Armani Collezioni herringbone suit jacket. As I pull up my Prada sunglasses from the bridge of my nose and onto my forehead, my butler Winston begins to make his way towards me. “Good morning Winston!” I greet him. He nods his head, “Good day sir, how was the morning drive?” “Wonderful, this car is an amazing vehicle,” I hand him the keys and pat him on the back. “Thank you sir, don’t go too crazy with it, you’ll be joining us for Dinner later!” “Very well sir,” he responds with a small smirk on his face as he jingles the keys. This was the good life. Life has been great as of late. With my successful return to the SVO at Roll the Dice, the purchase of my new home, and my professional wrestling career getting a breath of fresh air, it truly does not get any better than this. I am living my life to the fullest. There is my loss to Bobby Dean on Showdown during my first match back with the company however. Everything just seemed to click in the squared circle. I felt that my conditioning was top notch, I felt that haven’t lost a beat. Professional wrestling in the States and in Japan are two completely different styles and I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to “convert” back to the American style if you will. But I felt better than ever being in the ring with Bobby Dean. Victory was within my reach. I could feel it. I could taste it. But my return match wouldn’t be as successful as I had hoped for. I made a rookie mistake, and that was not making the cover after I had hit my finishing maneuver. I wanted to win in style, I wanted to make the fans remember how I won my return match against one of the best that the Sanctioned Violence Organization had to offer. I wanted to return with a bang. And I did. Just not with the outcome that I was hoping for. Instead of making the cover and securing a win, I decided to take a risk, a big risk at that. And because of this decision, I now have a blemish on my record at the hands of Bobby Dean. But we learn from our mistakes right? You win some.. You lose some.. Some will argue that the match shouldn’t have ended, that it should have continued. I placed my foot on the bottom rope, thinking that the referee would break the count. But I was wrong as he did not see it there, and he completed the count: one, two, three. A disappointing loss, yes, but Bobby Dean has not seen the last of Cody Williams. We will meet again, I will redeem myself, and I will show the SVO fans and the world, that I should have walked out of Showdown the victor! But right now Bobby Dean is the least of my worries. This coming Sunday I have a match against a newcomer to SVO trying to make a splash in the company. Karma Jones… Who?! Karma Jones? Perhaps this is some sort of punishment for me not living up to the hype. Perhaps this is some sort of a joke, a rib the upper management is playing on me. Yeah, that’s it. It’s a joke, a funny. All jokes aside, Karma Jones is my obstacle that I must overcome. He is one of many people that will stand in my way during my journey. Usually I like to research my opponents, so that I can figure out their wrestling style and find out their history, their story. Trying to find answers. But a lot isn’t known about Karma Jones, their isn’t much on tape on Mr. Jones but what I was able to find, is what I will have to work with. “Hi hunny!” “Hey baby,” I said as I entered the entrance way through the 10 foot tall doors. There she was, my wife Sasha, wearing a beautiful and elegant red dinner dress. She made her way towards me, the sounds of her boots making contact with the tile floors echoed throughout the estate. Her lips puckered up, giving me a soft kiss on the lips. She caressed my face, “Dinner is almost ready.” “Great!” I smiled, “Hey little buddy! Hey! How are you doing?” I questioned. Sasha leaned forward as I began to tickle the stomach of my son. He began to laugh uncontrollably as the tickle monster paid him a visit. I ran my fingers through his hair and gave him a kiss on the forehead. His hair standing straight up, left there to stay from my hand, “Looks good, that hair style is in you know?” Sasha and Cody the third walked past me and down the hallway, presumably heading towards the play room for a little play time. That or little Cody has some presents for his parents that I gladly do not want to unwrap. Sasha is such a strong woman. Ever since the birth of our child, I made it a point that I wanted her to be able to stay at home and take care of our child. No more being on the road for her, and she accepts that. As much as she misses being on the road with me, she loves taking care of our child and of her clothing line. She is a wife, a mother, and an entrepreneur. And I love her for all that she does. I made my way into the living room and sat on the leather sofa, kicking my feet up onto the ottoman that was sitting in front of me. As I sat there, I began to look around the living room. Observing everything that was occupying the room, studying its entirety. It was during this moment that my mind began to wander and my thoughts went back to my opponent at hand, Karma Jones… KARMA JONES?!?! As much as I feel and truly believe that I belong at the top of this company and in the main event battling with the big boys, this in turn could be a good thing. It would give me a chance to work off any ring rust that I may still be having readjusting myself to the American style of wrestling. It would give me the opportunity to try out some new moves that I have been wanting to do, and it gives me a chance to demonstrate my sheer dominance against an opponent like himself. His career in the Sanctioned Violence Organization hasn’t been very impressive so far. In his debut match at Roll the Dice, he partook in a six man tag team match with Dave Steel and Nathan Paradine against the Rodriguez Brothers. Instead of trying to get a victory under his belt, he thought it would be in his best interest to get his team disqualified. While his intentions were good, his way of going about it demonstrates how new he is to the business and how green he is. He redeemed himself by defeating Nicky Rodriguez last week, but his victory was less than impressive in my eyes and he has a lot to do and a long way to go before he can prove that he can hang with the big boys. The only challenge that he has had so far was against Nathan Paradine. Paradine is one hell of an athlete and a veteran of this business and Karma is lucky enough to be a dual contender for the Las Vegas championship with Paradine. Paradine. My former hated nemesis. He and I have a long and well noted history, and while I may have forgiven him, I haven’t forgotten. I will say that he has my respect and in this cutthroat business, that goes a long way. He has the task of refereeing my little warm up match with Karma Jones and I know, and I trust that he will do the right thing and call it right down the middle. One can assume that Karma thinks that Paradine will have a hidden agenda against him during our match. He knows that he and Paradine are both in line for title shots against James Von Drake and Karma could be led to believe that Paradine will screw him over. However, knowing our history I should keep a watchful eye on Paradine as well. But that should be the least of my worries. The thing I should be worrying about is what I have in store for Karma Jones on Showdown this week. Because one by one, step by step, I will get closer and closer to achieving what many have tried but were unable to achieve… And that is to be become the SVO World Heavyweight champion! I hope Karma Jones is ready for me. Because Lord knows I am more ready than I ever will be. “Cody!!! Dinner is ready!” Sasha yelled from halfway across the house. Quickly I snapped out of my daze and hopped onto my feet, “Coming!” You hear that Karma? I’m coming for you. I hope you’re ready. Because Karma is a bitch... MY BITCH ! ! ! |
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