Post by TFP on Oct 21, 2008 17:31:47 GMT -4
Flabbergasted, completely and utterly shocked by what Ramirez has just said, Davidson’s mouth gapes open as he leans over the staircase railing of Taylor Smith’s now burning mansion. As the wooden walls plastered with portraits behind him warp from the heat and strength of the hot burning flames, he just stands there, all innocent like and completely oblivious to all that is around him. His feet could be on fire and he wouldn’t even know. Hell, soon enough it could look as if the whole floor beneath him could swallow him whole if the fire was underneath him on a different floor. But that’s life – one moment you’re having fun while setting fire to somebody’s house, and the next moment you’re paying the price by not only getting caught red handed in the act and being at the scene of the crime, but also dead as a pile of ash.
Davidson: “Wait... just wait a damn moment, Ramirez. Are you saying that I’m doing nothing at all to help FWA keep going? Are you saying that I’m practically useless by being inactive? I hate to break it to you, but you’re wrong about that there. Since I came back in June, I’ve been doing my utmost and trying to keep myself at the top of my game. I try to give it my all against anybody, all of my opponents. There hasn’t been a week where I put on my worst, there hasn’t been a week where I went half-assed out there in front of the thousands. Remember our little tag team match where I teamed with Tim to go against you and Deus, the Carnifexi? I was the one carrying my team through the whole match up until the end when Tim let me down. I was holding my own against Seifer, the best Attitude champion in this federation to date. I even decided step in for a few wrestlers here and there because they couldn’t make the cards, all in the hopes of shutting up the two biggest mouths around here that have recently been closed - Taylor Smith and Eagle. And now, I have the balls to go up against you - the most intimidating wrestler of FWA’s present tense. So next time you say I’m sitting around, doing jack, look back to recent events. I may not be on the camera as much as I used to be, but what’s the big problem? I’m not self-centered and an attention-whore as I used to be a few years back. And yes, you’re right about me owing everything to this federation. Do you think I’m here in FWA for myself? Ramirez, listen to me - I’ve said this more than enough, I’m reckless through and through. My only intentions here in Fans Wrestling Alliance right now is to liven up the division of the belt you hold and that’s been my intention since I first came here two years ago. Hardly would I ever step out of that division for other things, hardly would I ever think of something else other than the Reckless championship. Ask your good old friend Deus what I do for FWA, I give it all to that one and only division I care for and have only cared for. I’ve given more than enough to Fans Wrestling Alliance, but that isn’t going to stop me from giving them more. Do you think I really cared for the main title of this industry? It looked nice at the beginning, but after awhile, its bright luminous glow began to fade. Why? Because I was able to outshine it, Rez. I was. Not many people can say that. When Izzy Taylor reigned at the top of the FWA, I would cast a shadow on her by holding that title you now have. When Georgia James won the FWA title, and I was near the end of my Reckless title reign, I would STILL be the dominant wrestler in FWA. Not because of my momentum, not because of my flair, but because of my desperation. Not too many people can say that they’ve stood at number one in a wrestling federation by holding a midcard championship, Rez. To be honest, in my eyes, you look like the only one at the moment who just might be capable of doing that. So do you think you’re better than Deus from where you stand right now?”
Stepping back, Davidson finds himself surrounded by a whole world of fire. He grabs the canister of gas at his feet and leaves a trail of it behind him, following him everywhere down the stairs. It’s soon swallowed up by the never-ending fire that has engulfed the whole house. He continues to spill the gas everywhere until eventually the can runs empty. Useless now, it’s thrown out the front window, bringing in oxygen and releasing black smoke, all at once. He lets out a little cough.
Davidson: “Okay, so you got me... I do still show signs of ring rust. But I don’t have a problem admitting my faults. I’m not the best wrestler anymore, nor am I the most confident. Who I was becoming three years ago has dramatically changed overtime, Rez. Two and a half years ago, Ram, I might have had a chance of standing toe to toe with you better than now. I’ve really lost myself, fell apart, pulled myself back up again... but couldn’t quite climb to that height in the mountain where I used to be, clinging onto my icepick that was stabbed in the jagged side of a rocky. Your wins are impressive, but we’ve all had our big wins in the past. Like you, I’ve beaten Georgia James. Like you, I’ve beaten Drew Stevenson. Like you, I’ve beaten Superstar Joe and Mr. Scarie. Sounds like we have a lot in common, because now that I think of it, that sums up the whole FWA roster we’ve had for the past year or two give or take a few guys. You also pompously tell the whole world that you’ve beaten Marcus Davis, a rookie to this business. Now do you REALLY think I care who he is and if you had beat him? He’s a new guy, for fuck’s sake! Now would you be impressed if I had told you I beat MC Kontou in 2004? Who? Exactly, you don’t know. And like MC Kontou, nobody’s going to know who Marcus Davis is in four more years - let alone four more months. Hate to be cruel, but that’s me being honest. Maybe you’ve just run out of things to say if you’re resorting to tell me you’re beating guys FWA brings in off the street for a hefty paycheck. Face it, FWA’s a sinking ship and if you’re ready to die or retire you’ve come to the right place. If it finally submerges in water this time around, are you going to choose to stay alive, Rez, or would you go down with the boat?”
Raising his eyebrow, he looks up at the ceiling and burnt, black pieces of wood start coming down. Objects in the attic are even coming down on fire with black ash and bits of wood coming down with them like a snowstorm. Seeing that it would be best for him to leave the mansion now, he jumps through another window in the front, having a huge gust of flames follow behind him. Black smoke is coming out all over the place and a fire truck siren is heard off in the distance... in fact, a couple are. He jumps in the pool, keeping the water below his upper chest.
Davidson: “Amazingly, I agree with you about that part about people running away and junk. The only times I’ve ever departed from Fans Wrestling Alliance was when - one; I was going to retire - and - two; when FWA was going to close. Have I ever ran away from a challenge in my life? For those of you who know me well, the answer is obviously no. I’ve wrestled the best, Ramirez, and although I don’t really like many of my opponents, I still wrestle them and try my damn best to come out the victor. But just because I don’t many of my opponents doesn’t mean I’ll hate the match, because I’ll be completely truthful here - of all the people I dislike in this industry, they allowed me to give it my all. Benjamin Stephens? Totally hate him, respect his drive, and had many great matches. MJ Storm? Totally hate him, admire his consistency, and had many great matches. James Tsunami? Totally hate him, applaud his honesty, and had many great matches. Superstar Joe? Totally hate him, replicate his style, and had many great matches. Deus? Totally hate him, follow his footsteps, and had many great matches. Ramirez? Totally hate him, believe that he’s a douche, and will probably want to succumb to alcohol poisoning before having to wrestle him in order to live a happy life - even if the rest of my existence is death. Ha, oh me.”
He chuckles and shakes his head, as if he made one Hell of a joke from the early 1950s to a kid named Billy. Since he’s pretty much bored, he takes a sip of the pool water because why not? When in Rome! He spits it out, though, probably because Eagle pissed himself every single time his toes touched water here or because they didn’t hire a damn pool cleaner. They’re called kids, people! Hire one! There’s nothing wrong with too much labour work on an eight-year-old child. Break them like wild horses, it’s the 21st century.
Davidson: “Confidence, or cockiness? I really don’t like to think people are cocky, Rez, so I must say you are confidently sure you are going to surpass my title reign and possibly even do a better job than I did. I’m not going to refute that, you have more than enough potential to recreate that division. If you happen to do that, I respect that. If you have positive goals to keep that division going and moving upwards and forwards, two thumbs up, because I’m Roger Ebert! I don’t see you doing any harm to that title, nor division, so really – there’s no need for me to fret about what you’re doing. What the Reckless division really needs are stable and committed wresters, guys like you and me, and other guys who might have had some sort of history with the division and title such as Deus. With the right superstars, that division could be back where it once was and then I’ll be happy with the results I hope to see. In the past, I couldn’t care less about winning or losing. Winning usually just brings my morale down, and it’s hard to imagine that for anybody. If you look in my past, I was on top when I was losing to the biggest names at the biggest events. It’s odd, but it gives me more drive – more focus – and makes me try better the next time, pulling out at all stops. I would go up one step higher each and every time, all the time, and I was consistent with it. But the one thing that really killed me was the amount of time between this event and that event and that really took a toll on me and my participation as a whole, you know? I don’t like to blame Fans Wrestling Alliance and its booking style, but BWA kept me steady from August to May, weekly and monthly. It was the perfect preparation that any breakout star could ask for, a week didn’t go by where I was left in the dust or standing around, hoping for some sort of inclusion in a show. It’s not that FWA forgets me, it never does, I’m always on the cards – which again makes me question why you believe I’m sitting around, doing nothing – but it’s the biweekly cards, something I’m really not used to. True, given, I’ve been here for two years on-and-off and I should have been able to adjust to that change, but I don’t adjust to changes that easily... you know? Which is why I don’t feel happy or right venturing out of the Reckless division. Make it be known, Rez, that title you hold – no matter how long you hold it, I’ll keep coming for it. One time, two times, three times – I’m here to stay. So even though the FWA still isn’t quite what I could call home sweet home, a place of comfort, after all these years I’ve been here... the title and division are a home to me. And I sure as Hell don’t mind the mess.”
As a chopper flies overhead with a bucket of water hanging from the bottom. As it gets to Taylor’s house, it drops the large tonne of water on the mansion. It’s pretty much doing more harm than good because it practically crushes everything under the mass amount of weight. The firemen inside freak out and shit and are carried out the front door in the thick black ash water. Cops and fire marshals scout around the house to conduct a search of the cause of the fire, and Davidson holds his breath and idly goes underwater, hiding. Stealth.
Davidson: “Wait... just wait a damn moment, Ramirez. Are you saying that I’m doing nothing at all to help FWA keep going? Are you saying that I’m practically useless by being inactive? I hate to break it to you, but you’re wrong about that there. Since I came back in June, I’ve been doing my utmost and trying to keep myself at the top of my game. I try to give it my all against anybody, all of my opponents. There hasn’t been a week where I put on my worst, there hasn’t been a week where I went half-assed out there in front of the thousands. Remember our little tag team match where I teamed with Tim to go against you and Deus, the Carnifexi? I was the one carrying my team through the whole match up until the end when Tim let me down. I was holding my own against Seifer, the best Attitude champion in this federation to date. I even decided step in for a few wrestlers here and there because they couldn’t make the cards, all in the hopes of shutting up the two biggest mouths around here that have recently been closed - Taylor Smith and Eagle. And now, I have the balls to go up against you - the most intimidating wrestler of FWA’s present tense. So next time you say I’m sitting around, doing jack, look back to recent events. I may not be on the camera as much as I used to be, but what’s the big problem? I’m not self-centered and an attention-whore as I used to be a few years back. And yes, you’re right about me owing everything to this federation. Do you think I’m here in FWA for myself? Ramirez, listen to me - I’ve said this more than enough, I’m reckless through and through. My only intentions here in Fans Wrestling Alliance right now is to liven up the division of the belt you hold and that’s been my intention since I first came here two years ago. Hardly would I ever step out of that division for other things, hardly would I ever think of something else other than the Reckless championship. Ask your good old friend Deus what I do for FWA, I give it all to that one and only division I care for and have only cared for. I’ve given more than enough to Fans Wrestling Alliance, but that isn’t going to stop me from giving them more. Do you think I really cared for the main title of this industry? It looked nice at the beginning, but after awhile, its bright luminous glow began to fade. Why? Because I was able to outshine it, Rez. I was. Not many people can say that. When Izzy Taylor reigned at the top of the FWA, I would cast a shadow on her by holding that title you now have. When Georgia James won the FWA title, and I was near the end of my Reckless title reign, I would STILL be the dominant wrestler in FWA. Not because of my momentum, not because of my flair, but because of my desperation. Not too many people can say that they’ve stood at number one in a wrestling federation by holding a midcard championship, Rez. To be honest, in my eyes, you look like the only one at the moment who just might be capable of doing that. So do you think you’re better than Deus from where you stand right now?”
Stepping back, Davidson finds himself surrounded by a whole world of fire. He grabs the canister of gas at his feet and leaves a trail of it behind him, following him everywhere down the stairs. It’s soon swallowed up by the never-ending fire that has engulfed the whole house. He continues to spill the gas everywhere until eventually the can runs empty. Useless now, it’s thrown out the front window, bringing in oxygen and releasing black smoke, all at once. He lets out a little cough.
Davidson: “Okay, so you got me... I do still show signs of ring rust. But I don’t have a problem admitting my faults. I’m not the best wrestler anymore, nor am I the most confident. Who I was becoming three years ago has dramatically changed overtime, Rez. Two and a half years ago, Ram, I might have had a chance of standing toe to toe with you better than now. I’ve really lost myself, fell apart, pulled myself back up again... but couldn’t quite climb to that height in the mountain where I used to be, clinging onto my icepick that was stabbed in the jagged side of a rocky. Your wins are impressive, but we’ve all had our big wins in the past. Like you, I’ve beaten Georgia James. Like you, I’ve beaten Drew Stevenson. Like you, I’ve beaten Superstar Joe and Mr. Scarie. Sounds like we have a lot in common, because now that I think of it, that sums up the whole FWA roster we’ve had for the past year or two give or take a few guys. You also pompously tell the whole world that you’ve beaten Marcus Davis, a rookie to this business. Now do you REALLY think I care who he is and if you had beat him? He’s a new guy, for fuck’s sake! Now would you be impressed if I had told you I beat MC Kontou in 2004? Who? Exactly, you don’t know. And like MC Kontou, nobody’s going to know who Marcus Davis is in four more years - let alone four more months. Hate to be cruel, but that’s me being honest. Maybe you’ve just run out of things to say if you’re resorting to tell me you’re beating guys FWA brings in off the street for a hefty paycheck. Face it, FWA’s a sinking ship and if you’re ready to die or retire you’ve come to the right place. If it finally submerges in water this time around, are you going to choose to stay alive, Rez, or would you go down with the boat?”
Raising his eyebrow, he looks up at the ceiling and burnt, black pieces of wood start coming down. Objects in the attic are even coming down on fire with black ash and bits of wood coming down with them like a snowstorm. Seeing that it would be best for him to leave the mansion now, he jumps through another window in the front, having a huge gust of flames follow behind him. Black smoke is coming out all over the place and a fire truck siren is heard off in the distance... in fact, a couple are. He jumps in the pool, keeping the water below his upper chest.
Davidson: “Amazingly, I agree with you about that part about people running away and junk. The only times I’ve ever departed from Fans Wrestling Alliance was when - one; I was going to retire - and - two; when FWA was going to close. Have I ever ran away from a challenge in my life? For those of you who know me well, the answer is obviously no. I’ve wrestled the best, Ramirez, and although I don’t really like many of my opponents, I still wrestle them and try my damn best to come out the victor. But just because I don’t many of my opponents doesn’t mean I’ll hate the match, because I’ll be completely truthful here - of all the people I dislike in this industry, they allowed me to give it my all. Benjamin Stephens? Totally hate him, respect his drive, and had many great matches. MJ Storm? Totally hate him, admire his consistency, and had many great matches. James Tsunami? Totally hate him, applaud his honesty, and had many great matches. Superstar Joe? Totally hate him, replicate his style, and had many great matches. Deus? Totally hate him, follow his footsteps, and had many great matches. Ramirez? Totally hate him, believe that he’s a douche, and will probably want to succumb to alcohol poisoning before having to wrestle him in order to live a happy life - even if the rest of my existence is death. Ha, oh me.”
He chuckles and shakes his head, as if he made one Hell of a joke from the early 1950s to a kid named Billy. Since he’s pretty much bored, he takes a sip of the pool water because why not? When in Rome! He spits it out, though, probably because Eagle pissed himself every single time his toes touched water here or because they didn’t hire a damn pool cleaner. They’re called kids, people! Hire one! There’s nothing wrong with too much labour work on an eight-year-old child. Break them like wild horses, it’s the 21st century.
Davidson: “Confidence, or cockiness? I really don’t like to think people are cocky, Rez, so I must say you are confidently sure you are going to surpass my title reign and possibly even do a better job than I did. I’m not going to refute that, you have more than enough potential to recreate that division. If you happen to do that, I respect that. If you have positive goals to keep that division going and moving upwards and forwards, two thumbs up, because I’m Roger Ebert! I don’t see you doing any harm to that title, nor division, so really – there’s no need for me to fret about what you’re doing. What the Reckless division really needs are stable and committed wresters, guys like you and me, and other guys who might have had some sort of history with the division and title such as Deus. With the right superstars, that division could be back where it once was and then I’ll be happy with the results I hope to see. In the past, I couldn’t care less about winning or losing. Winning usually just brings my morale down, and it’s hard to imagine that for anybody. If you look in my past, I was on top when I was losing to the biggest names at the biggest events. It’s odd, but it gives me more drive – more focus – and makes me try better the next time, pulling out at all stops. I would go up one step higher each and every time, all the time, and I was consistent with it. But the one thing that really killed me was the amount of time between this event and that event and that really took a toll on me and my participation as a whole, you know? I don’t like to blame Fans Wrestling Alliance and its booking style, but BWA kept me steady from August to May, weekly and monthly. It was the perfect preparation that any breakout star could ask for, a week didn’t go by where I was left in the dust or standing around, hoping for some sort of inclusion in a show. It’s not that FWA forgets me, it never does, I’m always on the cards – which again makes me question why you believe I’m sitting around, doing nothing – but it’s the biweekly cards, something I’m really not used to. True, given, I’ve been here for two years on-and-off and I should have been able to adjust to that change, but I don’t adjust to changes that easily... you know? Which is why I don’t feel happy or right venturing out of the Reckless division. Make it be known, Rez, that title you hold – no matter how long you hold it, I’ll keep coming for it. One time, two times, three times – I’m here to stay. So even though the FWA still isn’t quite what I could call home sweet home, a place of comfort, after all these years I’ve been here... the title and division are a home to me. And I sure as Hell don’t mind the mess.”
As a chopper flies overhead with a bucket of water hanging from the bottom. As it gets to Taylor’s house, it drops the large tonne of water on the mansion. It’s pretty much doing more harm than good because it practically crushes everything under the mass amount of weight. The firemen inside freak out and shit and are carried out the front door in the thick black ash water. Cops and fire marshals scout around the house to conduct a search of the cause of the fire, and Davidson holds his breath and idly goes underwater, hiding. Stealth.