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Climax Control Archives / Finding a voice
« on: July 04, 2014, 10:17:16 AM »
Deacon Wolfe, has given me permission to use her characters, for this rp. Provided she is not part of Sin City Wrestling, she is a friend. Once again thank You for the permission to use her in this rp. The events happened after a show in another company, and explains whats going on with the charector to this point.
"IF I were to look back and Think about things I have done and places I have been, I can't say I wouldn't have done things differently. I wouldn't be where I am now, and I wouldn't be who I am.The lights flicker and flash as the air is heavy, hard to breathe, can't get the fogginess out. Can't Think, all I feel is the shearing pain. Is that a camera in my face?"
TJ Codair and John Ojeda are seen sprawled over a bunch steel chairs, people are seen rushing to them talking and yelling
DeSilva: "TJ Don't move."
Berry: "Yeah man, your hurt, your hurt real bad bro."
"Funny, I could tell that on my own, Thanks Pat, your a real master of the obvious, I gotta get up, gotta get moving.
Codair is seen trying to move as he stops and his eyes open wide, he opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, the shock alone hits him.
I can't hear myself, what the fuck is going on. Where am I, what did I do. Think, what the hell just happened, how did I get in this position. Oh great, paramedics, this ain't good. This ain't good at all."
Prince: "Holy fuck guys, do You know what just happened?"
The camera goes to John Ojeda, looking at how he is laying.
Ojeda: "Yeah, we just took a twenty foot drop into the first 5 rows from on top of a cage."
The camera backs up again catching the both of us as a woman comes and checks on John.
DeSilva: "Can You speak TJ?"
"Can I speak, hahaha I can barely breathe, and ya wanna know if I can speak, I'd flip ya off if I didn't feel like I was in a train wreck. Guess this is the equal to it though. I feel myself trying to say no, but I can't"
Berry: "When he landed his throat hit the back of a steel chair."
DeSilva: "TJ can we call anyone."
"Call the closest bar, cause I'm gonna feel this in the morning. Shit, Deac. She was so worried about this match happening, never gonna hear the end of this one."
Berry: "He just started seeing a girl, Deacon or something like that, he was talking about a date they were on earlier with me, I Think she's in New York right now with her cousin getting ready for a match."
"I am having a real hard time keeping my eyes open right now, not sure if its the blood loss, or something is wrong with my head. Just things are going black."
The medics put a neck halo immediately on TJ and check his pulse to make sure he is still breathing as the scene ends.
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3:30PM, Thursday.
The scene opens up in a hospital room,
"Alright, I am awake, that was a fucked up drea.......................wires, heart rate monitor, breathing mask, SHIT."
Deacon: "Honey, You went back to sleep for a while, You been in and out for a little while after the fall."
"Hi Deac... how was the match with Anica? Oh yeah that's right, can't talk. All I can do is look at her and hope she can kind of understand me just a little bit. In some way or another."
Deacon: "Can You hear me?"
TJ nods his head, as he sits up immediately trying to get the wires off of him. The Heart rate monitor comes off as several doctors and nurses come running into the room getting ready to revive him. Codair takes off the breathing mask and glares at the entourage that are standing there looking at him in shock. One doctor steps forward toward TJ.
"This should be rich, this yutz with a bow tie is going to try and calm me down and get me to relax."
Doctor: "Mr. Codair, You have been in a ....."
Codair puts a middle finger in the doctors face as Deacon immediately starts to laugh.
Deacon: "Honey."
"I got another middle finger Deac, don't make me use it."
Codair puts the middle finger down.
Doctor: "We don't know if You have any memory problems, so I am going to tell You again. You have 14 staples in your forehead, You busted yourself up real bad, a grade 2 concussion, your ribs are all bruised on your right, You take any more hits your going to break em."
"No shit Dick Tracy, ya told me this shit already."
Doctor: "You also have a fracture larynx which is why You can't speak, why it hurts to swallow, breath, your going to have to eat soft food."
"Doc, do ya see the look on my face right now, your annoying me."
Doctor: "You need surgery."
TJ: "BL............"
Doctor: "Mr. Codair, don't try to speak, You need time to heal."
"Ok this is fun, gonna tell him to just blow me, but can barely get the first two letters out. Looks like I am going to have a world of fun trying to cut a promo."
Doctor: "Your out of wrestling indefinitely."
Deacon takes a seat next to TJ and holds his hand as his eyes are seen glaring at the doctor. Codair stands up and lets go of Deacon's hand. Immediate pain Apparently shooting through him as he stumbles holding his side, but does not stop. He makes it to the dry erase board on the wall, wipes off the names. He then grabs a marker and starts to write.
Doctor: "You need bed rest Mr. Codair."
Deacon: "He's very stubborn, don't Think he's going to liste.....TJ."
The camera turns to TJ as he is chuckling a little bit. The camera looks at the board
BLOW ME DOC, I want my discharge paper's.
The doctor looks at Deacon, shocked as the nurses and other docs in the room are laughing.
Deacon: "Like I said, stubborn."
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Somewhere in Massachusetts
Wrestlers are seen practicing there suplexs on one another taking turns in the ring as Codair is seen standing, arms crossed watching. He is wearing his wrestling tights, and is sweating a bit as Codair looks on with amusement and enjoys the show that is happening before him. A man and Deacon Wolfe are seen standing with him, as they both look on with amusement.
"I had this crazy idea, that maybe just maybe I could actually cut a promo the right way, talk some shit, tell Chris Crimson what I Think. That ain't going to be the case, because unfortunately I can't utter a friggen word. Luckily for me, Deacon has a few things to say."
The man enters the ring and holds his hand up. As Deacon and TJ follow a second or two later. TJ holds the middle rope down so Deacon can get in the ring. She looks around as TJ crosses his arms.
"Ya know, I really wish I had a clue what she was going to say for me about my match. Then again, I wish I knew what I would say for my match."
Deacon: "You know, I am not thrilled that TJ is actually getting back in the ring this Sunday at Climax Control. It will have only been a week and a half sense the freak fall off the twenty foot cage which could have killed him."
She looks at TJ and smiles.
Deacon: "That is how much he loves this business. How much he lives for this business. He sure as hell was not about to just stay in the hospital bed and sulk. He wants to be in that ring, he wants to be throwing people beatings, kicking peoples asses. He wants to be doing what he does best, and right now he can't. Right now hell he should not even be in the ring. Do You Think he care's though. About his own well being or his health? This is what the business means to him, and what typically would take anyone else out indefinitely, he's here. Training student, provided its for the competition, but he's training regardless. He will train anyone that wants to learn, as long as he can put up with them. HE will be in the ring working moves, submission locks, suplex's, because that is who he is. Do You Think he cares if people don't like him? All that matters to him is what the fans Think."
TJ Stands there's with his arms crossed as he looks at the students at the emerald academy.
Deacon: "Nineteen years in this business, a business he loves, a business he respects. You know what I know of him. HE was an asshole through a majority of it, still is. He made a lot of mistakes, played with all the vices this industry has to offer, but the one thing he has always done through it all, is put asses in seats. You want to see people flying around, don't watch him. However if You want to see one of the all time greats lock people up in submission locks, make them tap, throw them around in the ring with suplexs so pristine that it disgusts everyone to the point of doing everything they can to put his style down. Codair is text book perfect when it comes to wrestling. I dare anyone in this company or in this business to even attempt to do things he has done. To go toe to toe with people that he has gone toe to toe with. Chris Crimson, I dare You to even be able to Think of a reason why Codair should not be in the ring against You, aside from the obvious injuries he has sustained going off a cage and landing throat first on the back of chair in the front row. A twenty foot drop, and a week a half later he's getting ready to get in the ring against You."
"Hmm, Think I figured out who is going to do all my Public Relations thing, I'm beginning to despise myself."
Deacon: "Chris, we know who You are by word of mouth. TJ knows who You are, and instead of creeping around in the back, he got everyone's focus on him when he first came to this place. Was it disrespectful, well yeah. However it got the job done, and in turn. Has shown the world that yes he is 39 years old. Yes he is injured, but he is still in this. He is still going to be staring your down in the middle of that ring Chris, and I assure You of this. The pent up aggression inside of him is monumental. He has not had any competition in the past week and a half while he has tried to heal somewhat up. The bruising on his ribs are still there, the injury to his throat is still there. He is still going though. He is still fighting, and You Chris, as he would say, are going to know that You were in a fight. My man here, he knows the score, he knows what has to be done, and he knows how to get it done, anytime, anyplace, anywhere and there is not a thing You can do about it."
"Fuck this, I can't stand it anymore."
In a low raspy voice, Codair begins to talk.
TJ: "He's a diva."
Everyone quickly turns there attention to TJ, shocked.
"Ok that hurt, time to enjoy it."
TJ: "Pure and simple, I am going to regret this later on talking. However I am going to do it just to get it out of my chest cause I am sick of not saying anything at all."
Codair starts to breath, trying to control the pain in his throat as he continues to speak in a low raspy voice.
"Out with it, do not focus on the pain, focus on the task at hand."
TJ: "Quite honestly he's one of those little punks that thinks if he trash talks someone to death, they will be to intimidated to even step foot in the ring against him. Apparently he didn't do his homework on me. Obviously, he has no idea who he's dealing with. I live for this shit, and I am quite honestly better at this shit then he will ever be. My next question is this. Who is Chris Crimson? Aside from a parasitic, less intelligent, dare I say creepy guy that like Poe scripture and Think himself something new and different. It's adorable, but the problem is this. He mistakes who I am, he mistakes what I do, and he thinks he's larger then life."
"Keep it up, Teej, make him understand exactly who he is dealing with, make him understand that You are not just someone else, make him understand that he is going to be in the ring with a man that is known for taking people down to size."
"He likes to Think of himself as something more, a man on a mission, angry at the man he sees in the mirror and does his best to shield his inner hate and project on a persona he thinks is best fitting to become something he can enjoy living with for the rest of his life. A man that can Think he is more then what he is. End of the day though, You still got to look in the mirror and understand who exactly You are, a parasite. A man that strives so hard to be something he ain't that he attaches to someone and tries to become something he is not. So that being said, You attach to a host body, and suddenly You Think You can trash talk. Delusional, but hey we all need people that Think they can be a Harry Houdini right? With a flicker of a hand, a gesture of a smile, Cheshire cat like grin. You ain't fooling anyone. I see the intimidation, the fear in your eyes. Your questioning how good You truly are and realize that I am not exactly the game You thought You would be facing next. You thought highly of yourself in your first match and ya made a good impression. However the fact that your second match is against someone like me and your nervous. You have no idea what to do or how to get under my skin."
Codair gets a look of pain shooting across his face, as his voice starts to weaken a little bit.
"PUSH Teej, don't stop, don't weaken up, get in it."
TJ: "We all know that I am injured, like a vulture You Think that I wont be able to keep up with You. You Think that I wont be able to wrestle You full on, well I assure You of this, pain and I are quite old friends. We have traveled the world over together and we have been through hell and back together. We understand each other and we have danced, we have sang, and we have fought together. Pain, she is like an old drug, an addiction that You can't ever truly shake, because when she comes around, You know that You are powerless against her. An old love and an old flame that You can never fully fall out of love with. She pushes You harder then ya ever been and when she is around. The smell is intoxicating. She is beautiful, ahhh pain. Such a wonderful desire You are, and such a great motivator. I give it all for her, and when I'm in pain. I am happiness in its truest form because I know I have done my job right."
Codair chuckles a little bit as the other side comes out a bit, the sadistic side, the side he tries to keep hidden. His throat is on fire, as he looks at the camera, and the people around him.
TJ: "For years I have made, and I have broken people in the ring. I do not require much, just a body that has a slight inclination that they know something, and it puts me in a bit of feeding frenzy. I feed off of them. See You truly never know a man until You get in the ring with them and stare em in the eyes. Your an educated man, however books are nothing to when You stare into the eyes of your opponent and understand that the man looking at You has no fear, and has intimidation by anything that You have said. That is the reality that You will see come Sunday when You and I are in that ring. Keep all your rationalizing skills at bay, Cause I ain't the one the one that thinks everything is all black and white. I ain't the guy sitting here talking to myself and practicing in the mirror trying to figure what line I should say next in order to make myself sound more intimidating. I am just the guy that comes out and says what comes to mind. No reason to put on a little production like ya did. Continue to play with yourself, ya seem to be good at that."
Codair cracks his neck as he turns his attention back to the students and Deacon who are standing there stunned that he is actually talking.
"Doctors don't Think I will get my voice back fully for a long time, maybe ever, because I refused the surgery needed to fix me up, but that's more time on the shelf. That's me being put out of action, that's me taking a much needed break however I am not going to do that, I am not going to stop, I am going to go on and become the best fucking wrestler in the world today, and to do that, it require sacrifice, my voice goes. It's just the price I will have to pay."
TJ: "See, my favorite shade of red, is the crimson mask that will be pouring out of your head if ya cross me Chris. We can dance along the lines of using puns against one another, however I don't feel the need to do so because in all honesty, your promo was cute, but your not scoring points with me. I ain't the type to sit here and tear apart everything I heard because that would involve me paying You way more mind then I actually need to. To quote every little word ya said would mean that I was actually nervous of facing off against You, as You can tell, I am not. Your little psychology stint, great approach to most people. Me, I been in this game a whole lot longer boy, takes a lot more to get inside my skull and mess with my head. However that being said, it gives ya an idea of where to focus on your talk game."
Codair gets a half grin across his face.
"Good, your still in this, your voice isn't fully gone. Fractured larynx, doctors telling You have to rest it, well luckily for all of us. I ain't one to just lay down and die. I am the one that's going to keep fighting no matter what."
TJ: "I mean ya do have this diva like presence to ya, I can't help but notice that. Ya talk a great game and all that, however I get this impression that You need to be catered and waited on hand and foot. That You need to be taken care of constantly because if ya are not, ya throw a bitch fit every shot ya need to. Could it be that You are the type of person that if ya don't get your way, You whine and cry. Could it be that You struggle to be something that You are not. Is it possible that You where raised privileged and now are striking out against it to give proverbial middle finger to You parents in a gesture of showing that You do not need them. I mean lets look at the way You act, You felt the need to tell me things I could have figured out on my own. However had to make sure to include them. Ya were playing with yourself, your overtly long winded, and that coming from me should say something. You have a great imagination, specially when your attempting to elevate yourself into a higher standard then where ya need to be right now. Your diluted with the thought that You are better then everyone else, even though your just a watered down rookie with what I'm guessing is less then a couple of years in this business. Even though You more then likely have more time in that, but the way ya talked, I would say your brand new. Call it an observation, ya looked like a douche, all ya where missing was the robe, the fireplace and the pipe. Next time include it, may add some much needed humor to your already amusing promo."
Codair's voice seems to be slipping a bit, the injuries he sustained a little more then a week ago are catching up to him, however he pushes on.
"Get in there, rip him apart, your beginning to slip with your voice, so before that happens make sure he has a lasting impression and the last thing he remember when ya put him down is the sound of your voice."
TJ: "Ya talk, ya act, ya sing, ya prance, and try to push yourself to be the best in this business, that You are supposedly a better wrestler then You are. Don't get me wrong, your alright in that ring, however your nothing great. Your nothing special, your just another guy in the ring looking to make a name for yourself, and with this cute shit ya been pulling, your just looking like a douche bag. Hate to tell ya, but it needed to be said. Don't ya worry though butter cup, I got no problem slapping ya back into reality real quick and showing ya exactly where ya stand on the totem pole of the wrestling business. The fact is this, You and I are both the low men on the totem pole at Sin City, and I am fine with that. I do enjoy working my way up the ranks and earning my spot. As I am sure your not enjoying because ya Think ya are better then everyone else. I bet ya thought ya deserved a title opportunity as quickly as ya came in didn't ya. I mean shit, your Chris Crimson right. Your a mega star, your a twitter sweet heart. Your known for thinking yourself better then everyone."
Codair claps his hands together, as he glares at the camera.
TJ: "Here's something for You tweet about."
Codair holds up his middle finger to the camera, as Deacon is seen chuckling, trying to hold in her amusement but can't.
TJ: "Now, if I were a gambling man, and what can I say I actually am. I would venture to tell You that despite my injuries I am in my prime. I am one of the best conditioned in this company and I am still one of the toughest son of a bitches alive today. I have beaten a whole great deal of wrestlers in my time and I have not been wavered, I have not had doubts, I have not been............stopped."
Deacon turns to TJ as she looks him over.
"FUCK, fight it, fight it, Fight it."
Codair puts his hand over his throat as the pain begins to get intolerable to him. He drops to his knees in agony, as Deacon immediately consoles him trying to calm him down. His body is shaking as the rage starts to take over him.
"Fight it TJ, fight it, this ain't the first time You fought through pain.
Codair starts to punch the mat as everyone immediately watches and wonders what's going to happen next. Codair gets back to his feet.
TJ: "Ya wanna be .............Great, ya wanna put yourself over as a threat in this company Chris. Ya wanna be something more, well asshole Greatness requires sacrifice, a term I'm sure if ya look up in one of your books on proper etiquette ya would find something in it that follows that line. However I do judge whether or not ya are properly prepared mentally and physically for what I am about to do to ya. I got a whole lot of pent up aggression inside of me right now that I am just looking to get rid of, and unfortunately for You. Your just the man I am going to get to throw a beating to first. Your the sacrificial lamb to the slaughter, before I get my hands on the man known as Rage, which I assure ya of this, will happen, and it will happen that night, why because him and I got a few rounds to finish and I assure ya despite my injuries, I am more pissed off then anything. Ya don't want me in that ring pissed off, trust me. Ya don't want me in that ring angry, ya don't want me focused on hurting someone, because it just may happen. It is a simple matter. However ya wanna see me rage on don't ya. Ya silly, pathetic fool. Ya either got a death wish or your just stupid as fuck. However that is fine, I get it ya, Think ya can get me all geared up and ready to tear into anything that moves it will cause me to make a mistake, and that I will fall into some cleverly devised trap so that You can take the win, I get it."
Codair just looks at Deacon, as she whispers something into his ear.
TJ: "If I had a care in the world, It would be a fruitful day. I'd be quoting Lovecraft just to mess with people and I would be at home playing Chess and thinking of intelligent things to say in order to get in my opponents head. Unfortunately the care I have reflects in the fact that I am not taking care of my body and am actually talking right now. Maybe if there was some shed of decency in me, I would take comfort in the fact that You Think I'm gonna be a walk in the park, however there ain't much left to me. Face remains the same though, You are the guy I face this week at Climax Control, and the last thing your gonna hope for when we get in that ring, is that I have some control."
Codair holds onto his throat for a moment then begins to walk to the ropes as everyone stands there shocked at everything he has come out and said. They know full well his larynx is injured and that he is hurting badly.
"Your gonna be feeling this for awhile Teej, hope everything ya said was well worth it. Cause You know damn well your going to have to hear about it for the next few days."
Deacon watches her boyfriend leaving the ring, and nods her head knowing what he has done is set the record straight, that he is down but far from out.
END OF SCENE
"IF I were to look back and Think about things I have done and places I have been, I can't say I wouldn't have done things differently. I wouldn't be where I am now, and I wouldn't be who I am.The lights flicker and flash as the air is heavy, hard to breathe, can't get the fogginess out. Can't Think, all I feel is the shearing pain. Is that a camera in my face?"
TJ Codair and John Ojeda are seen sprawled over a bunch steel chairs, people are seen rushing to them talking and yelling
DeSilva: "TJ Don't move."
Berry: "Yeah man, your hurt, your hurt real bad bro."
"Funny, I could tell that on my own, Thanks Pat, your a real master of the obvious, I gotta get up, gotta get moving.
Codair is seen trying to move as he stops and his eyes open wide, he opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, the shock alone hits him.
I can't hear myself, what the fuck is going on. Where am I, what did I do. Think, what the hell just happened, how did I get in this position. Oh great, paramedics, this ain't good. This ain't good at all."
Prince: "Holy fuck guys, do You know what just happened?"
The camera goes to John Ojeda, looking at how he is laying.
Ojeda: "Yeah, we just took a twenty foot drop into the first 5 rows from on top of a cage."
The camera backs up again catching the both of us as a woman comes and checks on John.
DeSilva: "Can You speak TJ?"
"Can I speak, hahaha I can barely breathe, and ya wanna know if I can speak, I'd flip ya off if I didn't feel like I was in a train wreck. Guess this is the equal to it though. I feel myself trying to say no, but I can't"
Berry: "When he landed his throat hit the back of a steel chair."
DeSilva: "TJ can we call anyone."
"Call the closest bar, cause I'm gonna feel this in the morning. Shit, Deac. She was so worried about this match happening, never gonna hear the end of this one."
Berry: "He just started seeing a girl, Deacon or something like that, he was talking about a date they were on earlier with me, I Think she's in New York right now with her cousin getting ready for a match."
"I am having a real hard time keeping my eyes open right now, not sure if its the blood loss, or something is wrong with my head. Just things are going black."
The medics put a neck halo immediately on TJ and check his pulse to make sure he is still breathing as the scene ends.
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3:30PM, Thursday.
The scene opens up in a hospital room,
"Alright, I am awake, that was a fucked up drea.......................wires, heart rate monitor, breathing mask, SHIT."
Deacon: "Honey, You went back to sleep for a while, You been in and out for a little while after the fall."
"Hi Deac... how was the match with Anica? Oh yeah that's right, can't talk. All I can do is look at her and hope she can kind of understand me just a little bit. In some way or another."
Deacon: "Can You hear me?"
TJ nods his head, as he sits up immediately trying to get the wires off of him. The Heart rate monitor comes off as several doctors and nurses come running into the room getting ready to revive him. Codair takes off the breathing mask and glares at the entourage that are standing there looking at him in shock. One doctor steps forward toward TJ.
"This should be rich, this yutz with a bow tie is going to try and calm me down and get me to relax."
Doctor: "Mr. Codair, You have been in a ....."
Codair puts a middle finger in the doctors face as Deacon immediately starts to laugh.
Deacon: "Honey."
"I got another middle finger Deac, don't make me use it."
Codair puts the middle finger down.
Doctor: "We don't know if You have any memory problems, so I am going to tell You again. You have 14 staples in your forehead, You busted yourself up real bad, a grade 2 concussion, your ribs are all bruised on your right, You take any more hits your going to break em."
"No shit Dick Tracy, ya told me this shit already."
Doctor: "You also have a fracture larynx which is why You can't speak, why it hurts to swallow, breath, your going to have to eat soft food."
"Doc, do ya see the look on my face right now, your annoying me."
Doctor: "You need surgery."
TJ: "BL............"
Doctor: "Mr. Codair, don't try to speak, You need time to heal."
"Ok this is fun, gonna tell him to just blow me, but can barely get the first two letters out. Looks like I am going to have a world of fun trying to cut a promo."
Doctor: "Your out of wrestling indefinitely."
Deacon takes a seat next to TJ and holds his hand as his eyes are seen glaring at the doctor. Codair stands up and lets go of Deacon's hand. Immediate pain Apparently shooting through him as he stumbles holding his side, but does not stop. He makes it to the dry erase board on the wall, wipes off the names. He then grabs a marker and starts to write.
Doctor: "You need bed rest Mr. Codair."
Deacon: "He's very stubborn, don't Think he's going to liste.....TJ."
The camera turns to TJ as he is chuckling a little bit. The camera looks at the board
BLOW ME DOC, I want my discharge paper's.
The doctor looks at Deacon, shocked as the nurses and other docs in the room are laughing.
Deacon: "Like I said, stubborn."
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Somewhere in Massachusetts
Wrestlers are seen practicing there suplexs on one another taking turns in the ring as Codair is seen standing, arms crossed watching. He is wearing his wrestling tights, and is sweating a bit as Codair looks on with amusement and enjoys the show that is happening before him. A man and Deacon Wolfe are seen standing with him, as they both look on with amusement.
"I had this crazy idea, that maybe just maybe I could actually cut a promo the right way, talk some shit, tell Chris Crimson what I Think. That ain't going to be the case, because unfortunately I can't utter a friggen word. Luckily for me, Deacon has a few things to say."
The man enters the ring and holds his hand up. As Deacon and TJ follow a second or two later. TJ holds the middle rope down so Deacon can get in the ring. She looks around as TJ crosses his arms.
"Ya know, I really wish I had a clue what she was going to say for me about my match. Then again, I wish I knew what I would say for my match."
Deacon: "You know, I am not thrilled that TJ is actually getting back in the ring this Sunday at Climax Control. It will have only been a week and a half sense the freak fall off the twenty foot cage which could have killed him."
She looks at TJ and smiles.
Deacon: "That is how much he loves this business. How much he lives for this business. He sure as hell was not about to just stay in the hospital bed and sulk. He wants to be in that ring, he wants to be throwing people beatings, kicking peoples asses. He wants to be doing what he does best, and right now he can't. Right now hell he should not even be in the ring. Do You Think he care's though. About his own well being or his health? This is what the business means to him, and what typically would take anyone else out indefinitely, he's here. Training student, provided its for the competition, but he's training regardless. He will train anyone that wants to learn, as long as he can put up with them. HE will be in the ring working moves, submission locks, suplex's, because that is who he is. Do You Think he cares if people don't like him? All that matters to him is what the fans Think."
TJ Stands there's with his arms crossed as he looks at the students at the emerald academy.
Deacon: "Nineteen years in this business, a business he loves, a business he respects. You know what I know of him. HE was an asshole through a majority of it, still is. He made a lot of mistakes, played with all the vices this industry has to offer, but the one thing he has always done through it all, is put asses in seats. You want to see people flying around, don't watch him. However if You want to see one of the all time greats lock people up in submission locks, make them tap, throw them around in the ring with suplexs so pristine that it disgusts everyone to the point of doing everything they can to put his style down. Codair is text book perfect when it comes to wrestling. I dare anyone in this company or in this business to even attempt to do things he has done. To go toe to toe with people that he has gone toe to toe with. Chris Crimson, I dare You to even be able to Think of a reason why Codair should not be in the ring against You, aside from the obvious injuries he has sustained going off a cage and landing throat first on the back of chair in the front row. A twenty foot drop, and a week a half later he's getting ready to get in the ring against You."
"Hmm, Think I figured out who is going to do all my Public Relations thing, I'm beginning to despise myself."
Deacon: "Chris, we know who You are by word of mouth. TJ knows who You are, and instead of creeping around in the back, he got everyone's focus on him when he first came to this place. Was it disrespectful, well yeah. However it got the job done, and in turn. Has shown the world that yes he is 39 years old. Yes he is injured, but he is still in this. He is still going to be staring your down in the middle of that ring Chris, and I assure You of this. The pent up aggression inside of him is monumental. He has not had any competition in the past week and a half while he has tried to heal somewhat up. The bruising on his ribs are still there, the injury to his throat is still there. He is still going though. He is still fighting, and You Chris, as he would say, are going to know that You were in a fight. My man here, he knows the score, he knows what has to be done, and he knows how to get it done, anytime, anyplace, anywhere and there is not a thing You can do about it."
"Fuck this, I can't stand it anymore."
In a low raspy voice, Codair begins to talk.
TJ: "He's a diva."
Everyone quickly turns there attention to TJ, shocked.
"Ok that hurt, time to enjoy it."
TJ: "Pure and simple, I am going to regret this later on talking. However I am going to do it just to get it out of my chest cause I am sick of not saying anything at all."
Codair starts to breath, trying to control the pain in his throat as he continues to speak in a low raspy voice.
"Out with it, do not focus on the pain, focus on the task at hand."
TJ: "Quite honestly he's one of those little punks that thinks if he trash talks someone to death, they will be to intimidated to even step foot in the ring against him. Apparently he didn't do his homework on me. Obviously, he has no idea who he's dealing with. I live for this shit, and I am quite honestly better at this shit then he will ever be. My next question is this. Who is Chris Crimson? Aside from a parasitic, less intelligent, dare I say creepy guy that like Poe scripture and Think himself something new and different. It's adorable, but the problem is this. He mistakes who I am, he mistakes what I do, and he thinks he's larger then life."
"Keep it up, Teej, make him understand exactly who he is dealing with, make him understand that You are not just someone else, make him understand that he is going to be in the ring with a man that is known for taking people down to size."
"He likes to Think of himself as something more, a man on a mission, angry at the man he sees in the mirror and does his best to shield his inner hate and project on a persona he thinks is best fitting to become something he can enjoy living with for the rest of his life. A man that can Think he is more then what he is. End of the day though, You still got to look in the mirror and understand who exactly You are, a parasite. A man that strives so hard to be something he ain't that he attaches to someone and tries to become something he is not. So that being said, You attach to a host body, and suddenly You Think You can trash talk. Delusional, but hey we all need people that Think they can be a Harry Houdini right? With a flicker of a hand, a gesture of a smile, Cheshire cat like grin. You ain't fooling anyone. I see the intimidation, the fear in your eyes. Your questioning how good You truly are and realize that I am not exactly the game You thought You would be facing next. You thought highly of yourself in your first match and ya made a good impression. However the fact that your second match is against someone like me and your nervous. You have no idea what to do or how to get under my skin."
Codair gets a look of pain shooting across his face, as his voice starts to weaken a little bit.
"PUSH Teej, don't stop, don't weaken up, get in it."
TJ: "We all know that I am injured, like a vulture You Think that I wont be able to keep up with You. You Think that I wont be able to wrestle You full on, well I assure You of this, pain and I are quite old friends. We have traveled the world over together and we have been through hell and back together. We understand each other and we have danced, we have sang, and we have fought together. Pain, she is like an old drug, an addiction that You can't ever truly shake, because when she comes around, You know that You are powerless against her. An old love and an old flame that You can never fully fall out of love with. She pushes You harder then ya ever been and when she is around. The smell is intoxicating. She is beautiful, ahhh pain. Such a wonderful desire You are, and such a great motivator. I give it all for her, and when I'm in pain. I am happiness in its truest form because I know I have done my job right."
Codair chuckles a little bit as the other side comes out a bit, the sadistic side, the side he tries to keep hidden. His throat is on fire, as he looks at the camera, and the people around him.
TJ: "For years I have made, and I have broken people in the ring. I do not require much, just a body that has a slight inclination that they know something, and it puts me in a bit of feeding frenzy. I feed off of them. See You truly never know a man until You get in the ring with them and stare em in the eyes. Your an educated man, however books are nothing to when You stare into the eyes of your opponent and understand that the man looking at You has no fear, and has intimidation by anything that You have said. That is the reality that You will see come Sunday when You and I are in that ring. Keep all your rationalizing skills at bay, Cause I ain't the one the one that thinks everything is all black and white. I ain't the guy sitting here talking to myself and practicing in the mirror trying to figure what line I should say next in order to make myself sound more intimidating. I am just the guy that comes out and says what comes to mind. No reason to put on a little production like ya did. Continue to play with yourself, ya seem to be good at that."
Codair cracks his neck as he turns his attention back to the students and Deacon who are standing there stunned that he is actually talking.
"Doctors don't Think I will get my voice back fully for a long time, maybe ever, because I refused the surgery needed to fix me up, but that's more time on the shelf. That's me being put out of action, that's me taking a much needed break however I am not going to do that, I am not going to stop, I am going to go on and become the best fucking wrestler in the world today, and to do that, it require sacrifice, my voice goes. It's just the price I will have to pay."
TJ: "See, my favorite shade of red, is the crimson mask that will be pouring out of your head if ya cross me Chris. We can dance along the lines of using puns against one another, however I don't feel the need to do so because in all honesty, your promo was cute, but your not scoring points with me. I ain't the type to sit here and tear apart everything I heard because that would involve me paying You way more mind then I actually need to. To quote every little word ya said would mean that I was actually nervous of facing off against You, as You can tell, I am not. Your little psychology stint, great approach to most people. Me, I been in this game a whole lot longer boy, takes a lot more to get inside my skull and mess with my head. However that being said, it gives ya an idea of where to focus on your talk game."
Codair gets a half grin across his face.
"Good, your still in this, your voice isn't fully gone. Fractured larynx, doctors telling You have to rest it, well luckily for all of us. I ain't one to just lay down and die. I am the one that's going to keep fighting no matter what."
TJ: "I mean ya do have this diva like presence to ya, I can't help but notice that. Ya talk a great game and all that, however I get this impression that You need to be catered and waited on hand and foot. That You need to be taken care of constantly because if ya are not, ya throw a bitch fit every shot ya need to. Could it be that You are the type of person that if ya don't get your way, You whine and cry. Could it be that You struggle to be something that You are not. Is it possible that You where raised privileged and now are striking out against it to give proverbial middle finger to You parents in a gesture of showing that You do not need them. I mean lets look at the way You act, You felt the need to tell me things I could have figured out on my own. However had to make sure to include them. Ya were playing with yourself, your overtly long winded, and that coming from me should say something. You have a great imagination, specially when your attempting to elevate yourself into a higher standard then where ya need to be right now. Your diluted with the thought that You are better then everyone else, even though your just a watered down rookie with what I'm guessing is less then a couple of years in this business. Even though You more then likely have more time in that, but the way ya talked, I would say your brand new. Call it an observation, ya looked like a douche, all ya where missing was the robe, the fireplace and the pipe. Next time include it, may add some much needed humor to your already amusing promo."
Codair's voice seems to be slipping a bit, the injuries he sustained a little more then a week ago are catching up to him, however he pushes on.
"Get in there, rip him apart, your beginning to slip with your voice, so before that happens make sure he has a lasting impression and the last thing he remember when ya put him down is the sound of your voice."
TJ: "Ya talk, ya act, ya sing, ya prance, and try to push yourself to be the best in this business, that You are supposedly a better wrestler then You are. Don't get me wrong, your alright in that ring, however your nothing great. Your nothing special, your just another guy in the ring looking to make a name for yourself, and with this cute shit ya been pulling, your just looking like a douche bag. Hate to tell ya, but it needed to be said. Don't ya worry though butter cup, I got no problem slapping ya back into reality real quick and showing ya exactly where ya stand on the totem pole of the wrestling business. The fact is this, You and I are both the low men on the totem pole at Sin City, and I am fine with that. I do enjoy working my way up the ranks and earning my spot. As I am sure your not enjoying because ya Think ya are better then everyone else. I bet ya thought ya deserved a title opportunity as quickly as ya came in didn't ya. I mean shit, your Chris Crimson right. Your a mega star, your a twitter sweet heart. Your known for thinking yourself better then everyone."
Codair claps his hands together, as he glares at the camera.
TJ: "Here's something for You tweet about."
Codair holds up his middle finger to the camera, as Deacon is seen chuckling, trying to hold in her amusement but can't.
TJ: "Now, if I were a gambling man, and what can I say I actually am. I would venture to tell You that despite my injuries I am in my prime. I am one of the best conditioned in this company and I am still one of the toughest son of a bitches alive today. I have beaten a whole great deal of wrestlers in my time and I have not been wavered, I have not had doubts, I have not been............stopped."
Deacon turns to TJ as she looks him over.
"FUCK, fight it, fight it, Fight it."
Codair puts his hand over his throat as the pain begins to get intolerable to him. He drops to his knees in agony, as Deacon immediately consoles him trying to calm him down. His body is shaking as the rage starts to take over him.
"Fight it TJ, fight it, this ain't the first time You fought through pain.
Codair starts to punch the mat as everyone immediately watches and wonders what's going to happen next. Codair gets back to his feet.
TJ: "Ya wanna be .............Great, ya wanna put yourself over as a threat in this company Chris. Ya wanna be something more, well asshole Greatness requires sacrifice, a term I'm sure if ya look up in one of your books on proper etiquette ya would find something in it that follows that line. However I do judge whether or not ya are properly prepared mentally and physically for what I am about to do to ya. I got a whole lot of pent up aggression inside of me right now that I am just looking to get rid of, and unfortunately for You. Your just the man I am going to get to throw a beating to first. Your the sacrificial lamb to the slaughter, before I get my hands on the man known as Rage, which I assure ya of this, will happen, and it will happen that night, why because him and I got a few rounds to finish and I assure ya despite my injuries, I am more pissed off then anything. Ya don't want me in that ring pissed off, trust me. Ya don't want me in that ring angry, ya don't want me focused on hurting someone, because it just may happen. It is a simple matter. However ya wanna see me rage on don't ya. Ya silly, pathetic fool. Ya either got a death wish or your just stupid as fuck. However that is fine, I get it ya, Think ya can get me all geared up and ready to tear into anything that moves it will cause me to make a mistake, and that I will fall into some cleverly devised trap so that You can take the win, I get it."
Codair just looks at Deacon, as she whispers something into his ear.
TJ: "If I had a care in the world, It would be a fruitful day. I'd be quoting Lovecraft just to mess with people and I would be at home playing Chess and thinking of intelligent things to say in order to get in my opponents head. Unfortunately the care I have reflects in the fact that I am not taking care of my body and am actually talking right now. Maybe if there was some shed of decency in me, I would take comfort in the fact that You Think I'm gonna be a walk in the park, however there ain't much left to me. Face remains the same though, You are the guy I face this week at Climax Control, and the last thing your gonna hope for when we get in that ring, is that I have some control."
Codair holds onto his throat for a moment then begins to walk to the ropes as everyone stands there shocked at everything he has come out and said. They know full well his larynx is injured and that he is hurting badly.
"Your gonna be feeling this for awhile Teej, hope everything ya said was well worth it. Cause You know damn well your going to have to hear about it for the next few days."
Deacon watches her boyfriend leaving the ring, and nods her head knowing what he has done is set the record straight, that he is down but far from out.
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