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Topic Started: Jan 29 2011, 07:59 PM (27 Views)
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“Envy is ever joined with the comparing of a man’s self; and where there is no comparison, no envy” - Sir Francis Bacon

Last Showdown something happened that harmed DJ more deeply then any single move he had ever taken in his entire career. The blood, the sweat, the pain and the broken bones were nothing compared to this wound. No beating had put DJ through could compare to that which had cut into him last week. His parent’s deaths were trivial matters, his grandfather’s demise but a bump in the road by comparison.

No, it was not his loss to Jay Wildman that bit into DJ’s hide. It was Colt Cooper’s interference..

“You use my name because you envy me. You envy my skill. You envy my accomplishments. And most of all, deep down, you envy me because you know deep down that when Matt Anderson looks at you, he’s comparing you to me and you know he knows you will never live up to my legacy.”

Both the Future of Wrestling nor DJ could fathom what had just happened and he stood like a child before a Tsunami, utterly helpless in the face of such a natural disaster.

He had gone ahead with his ladder match with Jay Wildman, Juliana Torres and Vintor Otis though he was decidedly distracted by Cody’s words. He lost but it seemed like such a fleeting thing. All that burning hatred that drove DJ was decided put out, that flame snuffed out by a cold slap across the face from the International Champion. His leg was hurt and still he was numb and cold inside. He was whisked away to the hospital where he was kept over night.. and yet the usually very irritated and vocal DJ said not a word save “Yes” and “No”.

He had stayed in that numb state even after checking himself out. He had wandered aimlessly for hours though the frigid cold of Las Vegas. The streets were alive with the buzz of local politics, of the Wars waged over seas. The world was alive around him but DJ was cold and dead on the inside. He had been killed emotionally by the interference of Colt Cooper..

It was not the critism, it was not the hate. DJ could deal with that, he could move past it, fight it and overcome it. It was that he would never, not ever, have a chance to get another shot at the SVO Championship. Like a thief in the night Colt Cooper had stolen from DJ his confidence and before DJ could put down his attacker he was gone and beyond his grasp. DJ was broken down by his interference and then denied the satisfaction of finally becoming SVO Champion.

What would DJ do now?

What could DJ do now?

- Wicker Park Lutheran Church, Chicago, Illinois.

DJ sat in the back of the church on a cold Thursday night with his eyes turned upward the old ceiling of the stone church. He wasn't Lutheran by any account but it was a place where he could hide himself away. The Righteous Flame of the Future of Wrestling had been snuffed out and as such both the beast and the man were forced to retreat to a place of familiarity. Churches represented such familiar places as they were all basically the same.

A church, irregardless of which manner of faith that it followed, typically had the same general design. A congregation would be gathered and placed in the central corridors facing a podium or stage where one or more leaders would lead the others in pray or worship. Sure, the rituals were different, the songs changed and the nature of the words were altered depending on what it was but he wasn't here to listen to anyone. He had come here specifically so he wouldn't have to listen to anyone.

He was not alone this time, there were others. They had come here for their own reasons. An affluent looking businessman sat near the front where he seemed to revel in his own glory. He likely thought himself pious for coming here on his day off, likely hoping some divine intervention will improve his otherwise empty life. DJ hated the man and he knew nothing about him.. just assumptions but it was enough for his own bitter soul to feed on.

There was a woman, older, sitting across the way. She had a plastic wrap over her head to keep the snow and rain out of her hair. She clutched her bag against her chest as if it was her child and she appeared to have been outfitted in clothing circa 1940. She was likely here to make her reservations, DJ figured, for the next stage in her life. Maybe it was death hiding in the purse she clung so closely too. Maybe she was trying to keep it locked away for a little while as she made her peace with God. Maybe.

DJ looked down at his hands as he pondered why he had come to this familiar place. He had to get his mind straight, he had to set himself on a course.. but what course? He could try to go for the World Title again.. but what would it matter? The World Title was not Colt Cooper and it would not make the haunting disappear from the back of his mind. No...

"Hey, son, what seems to be troubling you?" a kindly voice said from behind DJ.

Turning to see who was speaking to him DJ saw an elder father standing by with a smile on his face. His voice was soothing, warm and comforting, the kind of voice one would expect from a man who spent his entire day bringing hope to the hopeless.

"Troubling me? Nothing is troubling me.. an absurd thing to say.." DJ retorted looking back toward the front of the church. He was a terrible liar to be sure but he was not exactly sure how to tell someone who were feeling inferior to another man.

"We're all sinners in the eyes of God, son, but some of us don't hide it as well as others." the Father said in a warm manner as he took a seat in a pew behind DJ. "Take yourself for example. You couldn't have thought of something better then that as an excuse?"

DJ's back arched slightly when the man sat down behind him. He hated not being able to see the people he was talking too and he certainly did not like that the man had called him out on his lie. His left hand twitched slightly and he fought the urge to turn around and strike the man before running for it. Somewhere deep inside him the Future of Wrestling stirred from his hiding space at the scent of potential violence.

"Yes well, some of us do not like to spill spray our woes on other people like blood from a slit throat, Father. I ain't got nothing to tell you." DJ replied with a tightened lip. He would not bend to the kindly interrogation from the father. DJ didn't want to feel good right now, he wanted to feel nothing. He wanted to crawl into some deep underground lair and never come back out for fear that he might be further compared to Colt Cooper.

"Well, my boy, I wish you would. It might make you feel better to do so, the weight of a man's shoulders does so tend to vanish when he shares his problems with his fellow man. And who knows, God works in mysterious ways.. maybe by identifying your problem you will be granted some.. divine insight?" he replied as a gentle hand reached out and touched DJ's shoulder, squeezing for a moment before being released.

DJ sneered slightly but he could feel his will being broken by the man. He just did not have the fight in him to continue his back and forth with the Father and so his head bowed slightly as his shoulders fell back down into a submissive position.

"I was made aware of my own inferiority to another.. not only inferior but in no way shall I ever be allowed to show that I am superior. He put an end to his career, effectively ended that which should have been my right to end! He robbed me of my satisfaction.. I know I am his better but they.. they will never see it that way but it will be proved to them this Sunday.." DJ let out as he held his hands up to stare at them as if they had failed him personally. He hated them right now, not that there was much that DJ actually liked. "Do you have any idea what it is like to not have the chance to prove you are clearly better but everyone else likes to believe they are right? It's a bias that I shall never escape!"

He jumped up to his feet as he pointed toward the man sitting in the front pew. The father leaned back and watched DJ with his old eyes as he continued on his rant.

"You! Do you have any concept of the trials I have had to endure in my life?! Huh? DO YOU!? No! No you don't because you haven't sacrificed all that I have! You've not bled as much as I have! You've not lost as much as I have and yet I wager YOU believe Colt Cooper is better!"

As DJ moved down the aisle roared his accusations at the man who merely turned to look at DJ with a very serious look on his face. The man frowned and shook his head at DJ before turning back around, apparently quietly in prayer.

"Hey! Don't turn your back to me, asshole! I know you think Colt Cooper is better! You fucking businessmen and your high and mi-" DJ cut himself off as he rounded the last pew and saw the man was missing a leg and had a prostetic hand. DJ went white as a ghost as he visually twitched and turned around debating where exactly the man had lost his limbs. Turning around with a nervous limb he spoke in a very friendly tone. "..uh.. heh.. um.. lost your hand and foot to the diabetes maybe?"

God, DJ thought, I hope it was the Diabetes.. yeah.. probably is, the slob. He probably drank soda and eat like a cow for his rich existance and was punished for it by losing his hand and leg. Yeah.. definately.

"I lost them in Operation Desert Storm in 1991. While saving a small group of children from a live grenade. Asshole." the man in the suit said, never looking up at DJ, his voice carrying enough malice to cause DJ to back off slowly.

"Well.. Um.. hah. Hi, let me introduce myself, I'm Cody Williams, sorry to bother you! Uh.." He turned around white as a ghost and crept away slowly. Nice save, he thought to himself, blaming it on Cody Williams. "Yeah.. that's me.. Cody Williams.. yeah.."

Once he was further away from the man he headed into a jog until he saw the old woman. Ha! There she was, planning for her afterlife. So selfish, so unworthy of the grace of God. So much worse then he was. He made a mistake with the man in the front because he had not bothered to check the man for lost limbs but this woman, well, it was clear she deserved to be chastized for her actions here. She was so worse then him..

"Well.. look at you, little Ms. Come to Church Cause You Know You're Gonna Die..You ought to be ashamed of yourself looking for the Lord's mercy for a lifetime of sin! Now that the darkness is creeping in you feel bad don'tya?! But is it really pious service.. or is it selfish concern!? Yeah.." DJ pointed his finger at the woman in an accusing manner. The woman did not seem to look up from the bible she was reading, seemingly ignoring DJ's rant. The father remained in his pew watching DJ with a half amused expression.

"What!? Nothing to say in your defense?! Yeah.. that what I thought. Fucking trying to buy your way into Heaven, well it don't work that way Grandma! You got to stay consistant! You got to live the life! You got to be a good person and you, clearly, are not! Unbelievable.. you're not even going to defend yourself, that's just stupid! You're stupid! You're going to hell you know!"

"Her name is Sister Marie Grace. She's deaf and here for evening services." the Father said in a calm and gentle voice. Once again DJ's words stopped in his throat as he froze in mid accusational point.

"Asshole." the man in the suit in the front of the church muttered out loud.

"Ha! I.. I uh.. I knew that! Cody Williams always.. um.. plays these games! Yeah... yeah..." he scratched his head slowly and started to back out of the church, swinging his arms to the side as he snapped his fingers while offering a few nervous chuckles. "..welllll looks like me, Cody Williams, should be hitting the old dusty trail..."

"God bless you, son." the Father said as he stood up, shaking his head.

DJ tore out of the church and back out into the street berating himself for being so unlucky. I mean seriously, a deaf nun and a war veteran? What the hell were they doing in there anyway! Jesus, only depressing low lifes like himself were suppose to attend church during the day, everyone knows this! That way they can look at each other and find something to hate.. or maybe that was just the Catholic in him.

And so here he was.. out in the cold again feeling a little more like an asshole now then empty..but the same quandry existed. He was no better then Colt Cooper and he was not likely to be better then him in the near future.. And he had to face both he and Cody Williams this Sunday for the International Title.

Well the Cody Williams part was less of an issue..

"..who would have figured Cody Williams would come back and get in my business.." He let his shoulder slump down a little as he started to walk down the cold, wintery street. "..Imagine That."

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