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| Perfection | Jan 15 2011, 02:11 AM Post #1 |
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The Reflection of Perfection
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“And we are back!!!” There I was, sitting in a leather bound desk chair, with my TapOut championship on display in front of me, in the studio of a Las Vegas radio station doing some promotional work for myself and for the Sanctioned Violence Organization. I am a little bit of what they call an old school wrestler, in the fact that I believe one of the best ways to promote yourself and the company that you work for is to get yourself out there and market, market, market! With as many people there are that watch television everyday, or make use of social networking sites such as Facebook, Twitter, and various blogging sites there are numerous outlets out there for a Professional Wrestler to reach out to the masses. “I am John James taking over, and you are listening to 98.5, Las Vegas’ number one hit music station!” the disk jockey proclaimed after the conclusion of the last song played. Down On Me by Jeremih just in case you were wondering. A nice, young, beautiful looking intern camp up from behind me and placed her delicate little hand on my shoulder and whispered into my ear, “Can I get you anything? Coffee? Water?” I looked into her pretty brown eyes, and then began to scan her figure, looking her up and down. I flashed a smile at her that immediately caused her to blush. She looked away from a few seconds and then turned her head back towards me, a smile filling her face from ear to ear. “ A water will be fine my dear, thank you.” John James swiveled around in his chair and turned towards my direction, “I am here with professional wrestler Cody Williams, how are you doing today?” “I’m doing just perfect John, thank you. And yourself?” I replied, doing the courtesy question bounce back that many of us in the entertainment business do. “I’m doing awesome myself. That’s a nice get up you got there, where’d you get it if you don’t mind asking?” “Hehe, no I don’t mind at all. I was at the Forum Shops the other day and decided to stop by Express, which is where I got my shirt, tie, vest, and pants that you see me wearing. And for those of you listening at home or on the road, since you can’t see, I am wearing a purple MK2 shirt , with a purple and white plaid tie, a black vest, and a pair of Rocco Jeans. “ John nodded his head, “Nice, nice. I shop at Express from time to time myself but you my friend are a well kept man. Do you have a stylist or do you put your outfits together yourself?” I chuckled at the comment, “I am my own stylist. I am known to have a great sense of fashion and I just like to look good you know? When I look good, I feel good. When I am able to walk the walk, I can talk the talk, and that confidence will translate each and every time that I step into the ring.” The female intern made her way quietly back into the room and knelt down in front of me. She handed me my bottle of water and attached to it was a purple post it note with seven numbers written on it in permanent marker. She batted her eyelids at me and smirked, “Call me..” she said. “So many of our listeners are SVO fans, we constantly hold contests for tickets to Showdown and your pay per view events. But for our casual listeners who might not be familiar with your work, why don’t you tell us a little about yourself.” “Well, my name is Cody Williams and I go by the moniker of The Reflection of Perfection or Second to None. My character is a bit of an egomaniac, a bit of a narcissist, thinking he is bigger and better than everyone. He is a cocky, arrogant, big mouthed kind of guy that constantly puts his money where is mouth is in the ring. And I think that is why the fans get behind me, despite my arrogance and cockiness. I believe they get behind me because they see my work ethic, they see that I go out there and give my best each and every night.” “Mmhmm,” John inserted, nodding his head as he looked on intrigued by my story. “Our fans are very saavy, and know a wrestler’s motives. I have traveled all over the world, Germany, Australia, Mexico, Puerto Rico, Japan, Canada.. And all over the United States constantly searching for competition and to better myself as a wrestler. And the fans see that.” “They see your dedication to this business.” “Right. So often a wrestler gets picked up because of their size, or because they have a look and they are thrown into the spotlight too early. And because they are so green they don’t handle it well or don’t respond well under pressure. I consider myself a seasoned veteran, a well traveled athlete. I have worked on perfecting my craft and I am more than ready, I have been ready for the spotlight. My last go around under the spotlight in the SVO wasn’t very newsworthy but this time around I am slowly building up to that big moment, and when it comes I will be ready.” John James shuffles through a sheet of paper and examines it, searching for something in particular. He spots what he was looking for and pushes the piece of paper off to the side, “Part of that journey is your quest to become the first Grand Slam champion in SVO history. Right now you are the TapOut champion, a beautiful looking piece of hardware from the looks of it.” “Yeah,” I responded. I picked up the championship belt from in front of me and extend it across the desk towards John James who put his arms up in the air, surprised by my offering. “What? No, I can’t!” he said, not wanting to taint the already tainted and battered TapOut championship belt, from many grueling battles, often being dropped and tossed onto the floor during its twenty-four seven encounters. “No, no, go for it!” He finally obliged, taking the championship belt from my hands, his eyes glowing like the kid who opened up his present on Christmas Day to find out he got the Nintendo 64 he wanted. Yeah, it was kind of like that. “Wow, this thing is heavy. I used to make cardboard championship belts as a kid and my brothers and I would wrestle for them. I would be Hulk Hogan, and my brothers would be Randy Savage and The Ultimate Warrior. Man, this is great.” He passes the championship back to me, his eyes still glowing with childhood memories and dreams. “This 24/7 rule doesn’t look all too appealing from the looks of it.” “No, no it isn’t! Hahah. Usually holding a championship belt is an honor, but having this TapOut championship is kind of a pain in the ass you know? It’s like I have to always be on the lookout, constantly looking over my shoulder. Because at any moment in time someone could try to take it away from me. Not only that, as if having the 24/7 rule looming over me wasn’t enough I have to defend the belt against Nightmare on Showdown!” I unscrew the cap of the water bottle, courtesy of the female intern who had been eye balling me since the second I got to the building, but not before neatly folding the post it note and tucking it into my vest pocket. John’s eyes look filled with curiousity and leans forward, towards my direction. “So now, could you explain the rules behind the TapOut championship for our listeners who may not be familiar with them?” “The TapOut champion is hit with the daunting task of having to defend his championship 24 hours a day, seven days a week. What that means is that he must constantly be in defensive mode. And the way to win the belt is to make your opponent submit, or tap out.. Hence why it is called the TapOut championship.” “And on Showdown you have to defend it against Nightmare. Now we all know of his brother Night, one of the greatest wrestlers of the modern era. How do you think you will fare against his older, jealous brother Nightmare?” James sounded like he knew his wrestling and I was very much impressed. Usually these interviews consist of a piece of paper filled with questions given to the interviewer by the SVO, but this guy had his own notes and his own genuine wrestling knowledge. “A lot of people forget that Nightmare is a tremendous force to be reckoned with, one of the hands that feed in The Company faction. He was trained in the famous and world reknowned Kimura Dojo. And that immediately brings notoriety to his name. I think he has yet to break out of his shell in the SVO because he has been living in the shadows of his more successful and more popular younger brother. But on Showdown, I look for him to give me everything he has because a championship win for him would do wonders for his career and his emotional battle and struggle with Night. But it won’t come without a fight!” I take a few gulps from my bottled water before screwing the cap back on tightly, placing the bottle next to the TapOut championship in plain view. John James excitedly stands up and makes his way towards me, dragging his head set behind him. “Let’s have a little fun shall we. Let’s say I am the John James-inator and I am challenging you for the belt.” I begin to stand up, raising up an eyebrow in curiousity, “Okay.” “Now, to win the belt, I have to make you submit right?” “Right,” I answered. “Okay, so let’s say I put you in my John Terminator..” I let out an audible chuckle, clearly amused by the antics of John James, “Nice names by the way.” James comes up behind me and lightly places me into a crossface chickenwing. James applies a little pressure to the move, a little uncomfortable but I go a long with it anyways, “So for me to win, I would have to make you tap out correct?” “Correct..” All of a sudden the once playful, and over the top disk jockey goes into primal mode and locks in his expertly applied crossface chickenwing. I begin to struggle and begin to fight out of it. I rush backwards, the back of John James slamming into the wall. Seeing that this wasn’t enough to cause him to release the hold, I place my foot on the desk and push backwards causing the two of us to fall to the floor. The female intern walks into the room just as our bodies collide with the cold hard concrete and she tosses her bundle of papers into the air. “AHHHHH!” She screamed as she turned around ad headed the other direction. I started to feel the pain in my left shoulder increasing which each moment that started to pass by. It began to become unbearable, his legs crossed across my waist and locked in tight, as tight as the chicken wing that he had applied. I began to fade, the pain and the suffering too much, too much for comfort. “TAP! TAP! TAP!” He screamed at me. TAP TAP TAP “Cody?” a voice said. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” I managed to scream out. I sat up in my bed. In the comfort of my own home. I turn to my side and I see the TapOut championship on display as if I was still the champion. I turn my head sharply towards Sasha who was rubbing her eyes, adjusting to the light. She put her hand on my shoulder, tapping me. “Are you okay baby? You were breathing hard and your kept rolling around in your sleep?” A bead of sweat trickled down from my brow and slowly began to make its way down the side of my face. I attempted to regulate my breathing, bringing it down from a rapid, vein pulsing beat to a steady, calm, normal pitter patter. “Yeah I’m.. I’m okay.” I replied. I pulled the feather down comforter off of me and pulled myself to a seated position at the edge of the bed. I sat there for a few moments, glaring at the TapOut championship happy to know that it was still there but at the same time worried that at any moment it could be gone as well. I stand up and put on my house slippers, grabbing my silk robe from the chaise lounger. I began my trek towards the bathroom, reaching for the light switch, flicking it upwards to be overwhelmed by the brightness of the fluorescent lights from up above. I stood in front of the sink and turned the handles as the water flowed freely from the faucet, allowing it to warm up. I placed my hands underneath the waterfall and splashed the water upwards and onto my face, the water dripping from my face. I stared into the vanity mirror and saw a look of worry, concern, wonder. “You okay baby?” Sasha asked as she snuck up from behind me. She placed her hands on my hips and rubbed them as she leaned forward and kissed me on the back of my neck. “Yeah,” I replied, “It was just a nightmare…” Nightmare. The older yet less successful brother of Night. For as long as I have been apart of this great company, the Sanctioned Violence Organization I have longed for, dreamed of, and looked forward to a showdown with Night. The greatest SVO World Heavyweight Champion of all time, the 2010 Wrestler of the year, and now will go down in history as the first man inducted into the SVO hall of fame. A man who could have a five star match with a broomstick, someone who can turn a mediocre wrestler into a star, I long for the day where the two of us will be able to square off in the ring and show the wrestling fans a pure puroresu style matchup. But instead I get his older brother Nightmare, the leading man and muscle of the dreaded and feared Company. While you are a very formidable opponent and someone more worthy of a TapOut championship match, you are no Night and you never will be. You will always be remembered and looked at as the older brother of Night, something that you will never be able to get rid of, something that you will never be able to escape. You will always and forever live in the shadows and ride the coat tails of your brother Night and it kills you inside. Once upon a time you were the star maker with all of the star power in Japan, you were on top of the world and in just a instant, just like that your brother took away the spotlight and it never came back. Sure you made a little splash when you were in main event contention long, long ago but now those days are of days past, a mere footnote in the once storied career of Ryuu Miyamoto of Kimura Dojo fame. On Showdown you and I will be doing battle for something that I have in my possession, the TapOut championship. You know and I know that this championship is one of many on the long road to success and glory towards the SVO championship. And for you to walk away with this championship would do wonders for you and your lackluster career. Your background in puroresu strong style is world reknowned and one of the most sought after styles by wrestlers and promoters alike. Your knowledge of hold for hold submission wrestling poses a serious threat to me and my championship, but you have overlooked one thing. I too have wrestled many years in Japan and know just what to expect when I step into the ring with you. For every hold you come at me with I have a way to get out of it, and with each submission you have in your repetoire I have a counter and reversal for it. And when it is all said and done, and I have laid you out in the middle of the ring, this nightmare will be over and I will continue my long trek towards the pinnacle and continue climbing the ladder of success.. Before ultimately reaching the mountain top. While you continue your downward spiral and have to deal with The Company wondering why you couldn’t get the ‘J’ ‘O’ ‘B’ done. Once I get a hold of you Nightmare, all that you can do is: TAP! TAP! TAP! |
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