See the wild emotions running down my face… wild emotions? How wild can emotions be from a man that is cold and calculated? Sinister and collective… but then again, the thirst for more is always there….,
I look down in my own soul, I look through the wet hairs that are slowly starting to hang once again before my watchful eyes. Bloodshed are amongst the whiteness that surrounds my pupils. What motivates me to this situation? Defeat? Or the thirst for more, who knows. Time only has to tell before I go down the memory lane once again….
A knock can be heard as there is silence…
Goth?
Doubt can be heard through her voice, she knows me very well. She knows how I can be after defeat. She has been with me since day one of my career, why couldn’t she just leave me alone for a few more hours?
Dear??
A sigh escapes my mouth, I love her too much to ignore her. Her sweetness of her touch always soothes me to the point where I could think clearly once more. So why not now?
Yes my love, I’m here. What’s wrong?
The door opens slowly, her angelic face warms my heart through the most coldest days. Making me realize that I am still alive
I just wanted to tell you that I got a call from Damien, he has seen a clause to get you back in your role of the true leader. I told him to leave a message on your cell phone, I just wondered….,
If I talked to him already? No I haven’t, but don’t worry my pretty. It’s just like a clock, it’s only a matter of time before the big arrow meets with the little one and they become one.
She smiles at me, her eyes how lovely. I’m a fortunate man to be in her presence as it calms me until I unleash myself upon the world. What is it? The thirst for blood? The thirst to prove the world wrong? The thirst for more?
Don’t scratch your head too much dear, you are not doubting your abilities now are you?
I chuckle, she knows me too well. The pretty goddess of sexual tensions and showing innocence of a devil knows me from top to toe.
Don’t worry my pretty, I’ve shed the innocence and the doubt from my rookie year. A seasoned veteran wins some and loses some. But the fact remains to the point of no return. I’m the very best that this industry has produced, the moment is to me to prove my worth week in and week out.
The question remains, will I??
Goth kisses his woman as she knows he wants to be alone.
Finally,
Finally the other side of me can be released upon the viewing fans. The anger that houses inside of me that I do not wish to show with her by my side. Why you may ask? Like I need to explain the personal reasons for a man to protect the watchful eyes of his woman.
Oh not that she would be hurt, she has seen me wage wars in the past… she has licked her lips when I entered the locker room with blood shed across my body and the championship belt across my shoulder. It’s not that I fear her feelings, it’s more that I would see the hunger in her eyes that she wants more…. Much more…..,
Goth chuckles, remembering the days where she would scratch her nails in his back and lick the dried up blood. Where she enjoyed watching bodies succumb to pain and witness the real men getting to their feet, whereas the boys would scream for their mommies.
I cherish these moments, as if there was nothing else in this world that would matter to me. There’s only one thing that matter, my opponent. The one that I will be facing the next time that I step inside the ring. The man that is my roadblock to victory, the one thing that I cannot stand to have around me until I hear that bell ring one more time… oh that cherished sound of knowing that the match is over, the thought that goes through your brain that you know that you did it or failed….
Failure……,
I shake my head, I know what I did last time and I got to accept that it has to be better. I know that deep down inside my brain I could have done better and I should have. Then I wonder why? Why? WHY!!!!!
I scratch my head, I know that am better than this and the only thing that stands in my way of proving my worth is Jordan Williams…,
Williams…., the man that tagged with a man that I’ve beaten how many times? Urgh…, the mere thought of Big Bad Casey sends nothing down my spine. But you? The man that shows the world that you are not merely a tag team wrestler. I’ve been there before, I know the drill. I know the fact that people only expect you to extend your hand and tag in the other when you feel your body is giving in to tiredness. The fact that you are a wrestler that can only go for a few more minutes before giving in to the expectation of giving your partner a moment to shine too….
The mere fact that I was a man that was merely a nobody. I was not a singles wrestler and not a tag team wrestler. I was a good decent wrestler… don’t you just hate that? to be called decent? Good? To be merely called average???
My eyes close, remembering how I was teaming up with my bloodbrother Fang… where I was learning the craft of that what it was to be a man. To be a tag team wrestler, to take your responsibility for your own actions. To learn to trust the other….. to where you were forced to be the one that did the same thing that Fang did for me when I took a singles wrestler to the tag team titles in merely one match. To the point where I pulled out and became the most dominant wrestler in the GWA…. Memories where I had to look back at every single day. Where I had to prove myself over and over and over again… even when I was the established force… even then I was not taken seriously…
Williams…, I see the hunger in your eyes to take every opponent out. To establish your own singles career. I know the thirst… I know the desire… I know what it has to be done to prove the world wrong… oh I’ve been there, taking down a Hall of Fame legend.. someone that though that the victory would be handed to him because of past tag team matches where he always beat my partner… I silenced him, I uttered words into his ear while watching him fade to darkness. I could taste his sweat, I could sense his struggle… I bet you know that feeling don’t you Williams?
You want to enter that ring and do the same to me, that’s fine with me. Because I could care less whether you are Williams or whether you are Despayre… I always want the best, I always want to be the one that takes down my opponent and this coming week… that name will be you.. I hope you will be ready Williams….. because Casey sure as hell never was….,
