Post by Dex on Jun 5, 2014 13:43:27 GMT -5
“All men have limits. They learn what they are and learn not to exceed them. I ignore mine.”
Dex was quite humbled after becoming the WFWF World Champion, so humbled, in fact it took a toll on his arrogance. Dex wanted to be the man capable of filling Shawn Malakai’s shoes, more than anything, he hoped that one day his legacy would be a story too grand to tell in one sitting. A story that many would perceive as fiction, due to the tremendous domination within the company. As always, success gave Dex another reason to boost his ego, his ego overshadowed everything about him. His ego gave him confidence, and his confidence resulted in better in-ring training results. His alliance with Shawn and Jayson, in particular, gave him more freedom backstage and within the parameters of the ring. Dex feared no one. Even though Dex achieved something that near know one has attained within the company, he was still left with thirst for more.
Distortion Part 1:
At times I wonder what many see within me, I know i’m more than what they perceive me to be, though i’m watered down by this socially oppressive society. But I feel as if i’m someone written in the books of destiny itself. Fate lead me here, along with my own abilities, despite what everyone says.
I could care less on what they say.
Or what their incapable minds think.
It’s all the same in reality, their insecurities are too great, so they use me only to gain more confidence. Though i’m not bothered at all. They need confidence to even be compared to my level of performance. Those who attempt to destroy me are met by my allies.. My loyal supporters have yet to ever betray my side as my trusty steeds. I’m someone pushed to space and beyond, only to be met with expectation itself. I’m ready, ready to take on anyone who dare say my name in vane. Whether it be Drakz, Brennan, or Bennet.
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Dex lies awake, sitting ever so calmly on the balcony of his father’s old beaten home. He blends perfectly within the darkness, the only thing shining is his belt, in which he holds close to his heart. Wearing a plain white shirt and ragged light blue jeans, was no proper apparel for a champion. But Dex had been that way since birth. Dex was always fascinated by the beauty in the sky, the stars that shone bright even though surrounded by the darkness that is this world. Dex felt like a star, figuratively, shining bright and influencing those on this world. Dex had dreamed of the day he would be recognized, and loved all the same. Dex’s father was simply a scapegoat of love, Dex barely knew him, and the memories shared between the two was far too little compared to the average person.
“Dexter!”
Shouted a monotonous deep voice in agony. Her voice was obviously familiar to Dex, much like many of the voice’s he has had heard when alone. These voices, which had frightened him on multiple occasions, had often given Dex a sense of love. They all spoke to Dex as if he was their main priority. And Dex very much enjoyed that, not for his ego, but for a sense of companionship, in which Dex valued more than anything.
The voice eroded away, possibly by the relentless wind flowing eastward. Dex of course, was disappointed, then later relieved, he finally realized what this life meant to him. Voices of the past, or even fictional voices Dex had imagined, never felt as gratifying as speaking to true friends.
Dex gasped, he breathed in more air than ever before, his aqua blue eyes widened and his near perfect eyebrows rose out of alignment. Dex couldn’t believe what he’d seen, he tightly grasped onto his title-belt, almost as if it was the only thing to protect him. Afraid, shivers ran quickly down his spine. Dex couldn’t move, the overwhelming fear in his eyes had left Dex paralyzed. Anxiously, he attempted to scream out to his father. Though he knew his father could do nothing to what was awaiting him. He stared at Dex with a smile one can only describe as demonic. His presence was widely felt throughout the entire house. The stars that shone ever so-bright appeared to darken and dim, being swallowed up by the darkness.
“Don’t fear me Dex. Come on! I thought we’ve learned from our grievances!”
He spoke out. Dex was still in fear, this time it had been different from the previous meetings. For Dex wasn’t trapped in any distorted world nor any dream. Dex saw himself.
“Anyways, I’ll keep this short before you crap yourself completely!” He laughed, only to follow up with his comedic remark. “I’m you. I’ve gone over this before, but I needed to relay this message. I know what happened Dex. And I’m not quite sure how you don’t.”
Dex’s face was left in question, not knowing what to think, Dex stayed still, awaiting his so called “revelation.”
“Before you debuted in the WFWF, before everything you can remember. You. And you’re mother were struck in a fatal car accident. It took your mothers life, for she sacrificed herself to save you. Know i’m not going to question her decision, but you still were left with fatal conditions. Including memory loss. That’s why you had a hard time simply remembering your father’s name. I’ve tried my best to act as a guide, I remember it all. And I’m sorry.”
Dex’s clone said, this time sincere as ever, in a calm soothing voice. Dex was even more confused, puzzled in fact. He thought. Formulating an appropriate response, but he couldn’t. His mind was completely blank, and his mind was processing and learning this new information. Dex spoke out, as best he could.
“My..m..Mother? What was..she like?”
The man responded with a rapid response. “I’ll show you.”
Dex’s vision was distorted, his once clear cut view of the starry night soon transformed itself into a black room. A room Dex had very much remembered, as he had visited it the night before SuperBrawl. The room featured nothing but the color black, even a shade of black that may even be darker than black itself. The room is hollow, Dex’s slight movements are heard for what it seems to be miles away into the distance. Dex was alone, awaiting his so-called “clone.” Dex looks absolutely frightened, still remembering his confrontation before SuperBrawl. He knew that some unworldly powers were at be, and anything bigger than Dex left him with a sense of fear. He wanted, more than anything, to be renowned as God, a man no living thing could ever surpass. But Dex was no God, nor anywhere close to any deity.
“Where...WHERE ARE YOU?!”
Dex shouted, after being emotionally detained by the overwhelming fear. Dex was alone in the real world, and depictions of empty spaces have always given him more reason to hate on his own existence. Dex slowly stepped back, his blue suede Nike’s made a loud thumping sound, slightly calming Dex’s anxiety, but not enough to completely repair the damage done.
Rapidly, Dex’s whole world shifted, the atmosphere rose around him and he was driven back into the real world. Or so it seemed. The time had shifted drastically, and the sun signaled that it was about 2:00 PM, compared to the late night it once was. Dex was as puzzled as always, the world was constantly shifting, turning, shapes were getting deluded as Dex’s line of vision improved. The temperature was dramatically hotter as well, it appeared to be a warm summer day, compared to a breezy relaxing night.
“And here we are.”
Rang Dex’s voice within his own ear, listening to his own melodramatic voice took some time to get used to, ironically. Still the voice signaled the arrival of the “memory” of Dex’s mother, Dex was excited, though saddened at the same time.
Dex looked around, only to see an empty road, and a behemoth of a collision between two cars. A little coupe, bearing a small Chevy logo that is barely visible due to the impact of the crash. The blue paint-job, which sparkled in the sun, was wearing off, the car with scratches all over. Dex looked on the road only to find headlights, cracked, broken, the headlights bare nothing in resemblance to actual headlights. The other white car, oddly, had red splotches all over the hood of the car. Dex was confused as to why someone would paint only the hood a certain color, though Dex’s idiocy was soon realized as he stepped forward and looked inside the car. A woman, honey brown hair, once beautiful, now frizzed and dry looking. Her head was battered on the steering wheel, and her arm is black, from critical burns. Dex reached over even further only to see the other window broken, and a little boy, silent, lifeless on the ground. The little boy had brown hair, and when flipped over had aqua blue eyes. Blood was marked across his forehead as Dex checked to see his condition. Dex quickly put his hands across the left side of his neck, checking for a pulse. There was none. He quickly put his hands over his chest, no pulse nor beat of a heart was found. Dex was saddened, and quickly dragged the boy off of the road, laying his body on the soothing green grass.
“He’s alive, Dex. That boys name is Dexter. That is you!”
The voice rang once more, shocking Dex than ever before. How is Dex dead? He thought to himself in worry, afraid of distorting the space-time continuum. He spoke out, questioning the voice.
“How AM I DEAD? THE BOY HAS NO PULSE!”
Said Dex in puzzling fashion, clenching his fists, and screaming to the top of his lungs. The scream was deafening to the empty silent free-way. Dex looked around, hoping for a first-responder, or any person of that matter, but none were to be seen.
“This is what happened! Whatever you do will not affect any matter, as it has already happened. This is but an illusion, a pause of time itself, you’re not actually seeing it live. It’s a forgotten memory!”
The voice responded in a sarcastic manner, disgusted by Dex’s ignorance. Dex slowly dropped the boys head and his fear and worry were completely eradicated. Though he was still frightened on his dissembled his mother had looked after the incident. Dex slowly gave off a smile, charming, yet comparable to the Joker’s in terms of freakiness. Dex was grateful for the experience, and seeing his mother in any form made him feel loved. The story had lit a fire within Dex’s heart, and now Dex was inspired to make everyone love him, egotistical as always.
The scene ended off, Dex’s vision was once more deluded and the voice seemed to have eradicated from Dex’s ears. Block by block the world was transferred back into the real world, Dex was once more alone on the breezy balcony, clenching his world title in happiness. Dex spun up, slowly opening the white wooden door and entering in his room. Dex’s room was similar to a child’s room, Dex had always considered himself a bland person but he enjoyed surrounding himself with many colors. The walls were yellow, and Dex’s rug that lay by his generic bed are similar to those found in a Kindergarten class. Dex didn’t care, as it provided him relief from his tough WFWF schedule.
Dex slowly inched forward, passing by his wooden desk which was toppled by many business papers. Dex glanced at the old-school clock, which hangs above the desk. The clock made a clicking sound as each second passed, like every other clock. Checking the time Dex saw that it was the exact same time, and no time had passed between the memory. Dex was shocked, but not very considering the insanity of what he had just witnessed. Dex walked over to his bed, placing his title on a bedside cabinet, and laying down. Dex closed his eyes, praying within his mind, which is something Dex himself is surprised he’d do.
He went to sleep…
Dreaming……
“He’ll never make it.”
“He’s a nobody..”
“No.”
“He is somebody.”
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June 5th Flight to Boise, Idaho
Dex sat in the high luxury seats of a coach flight. The seats were incredibly comfy as Dex leaned back, Dex was obviously trying to make a lasting impression, and it was quite obvious due to his also luxurious tuxedo. His suit was jet black, and matched Jayson’s as well. Dex and Jayson had grown a bond, or so Dex had though, Jayson’s mind was always somewhere else. His constant worries about his friend Chase had left him a broken man. Though Dex took advantage of that, and tried his best to become “the” friend that Jayson had been looking for.
“Good movie isn’t it.”
Said Dex, pointing at the itty-bitty television screen that displayed a resolution no greater than 480p. Though it was just enough for Dex, as TV ironically, is something he wasn’t very familiar with, despite being on it constantly. Though Jayson was no stranger to the finer arts, and his knowledge of film displayed that.
“I’ve already seen it. Jessica Alba dies at the end.”
Jayson says, shrugging his shoulder and looking away from the film he’s already seen. Jayson spoke with such confidence and Dex was left in shock. Jayson obviously wasn’t in a very good mood, so Dex decided to let him be for the time being. Dex grabbed the remote and changed the channel, as his whole viewing experience was ruined by Jayson.
So. We need to develop better chemistry, but talking to him is like speaking to sarcasm itself!
Dex thought as he flipped the channels, annoying the fellow viewers on board. Though after countless thought and channel flipping he thought and paused on E! Dex had heard of Jayson’s obsession with the channel network and Dex was trying his best to expose his interests.
“Welcome to E! News, I’m your host Giuliana Rancic. Tonight we’ve got a shocking development in the Kardashian scandal!”
Jayson flipped back over to the TV screen in excitement, his eyes widening, though he attempted to mask his demeanour as best he could.
“But first, WFWF champion, Dex speaks out regarding his new championship victory.”
Both looked at each other in confusion, Dex hadn’t remembered the interview, and Dex was no soothing speaker either. Dex was nervous, afraid of being tormented by the cast and those around him. Dex held his breath, and looked back at the screen. As Jayson did.
“Boise, Idaho, home of the largest sky-line in Idaho. Also home to “WFWF: Dreamcatcher” this weekend.
The helicopter view of the city focuses on the beauty and spectacle of wrestling fans, all awaiting for their heroes to make their way on the grand stage.
“Fans are left in dispute after a shocking twist, Dex was appointed champion after Shawn Malakai had already shocked the masses by winning it.”
The narrative female voice cuts off, now showcasing a spunky young interviewer speaking with many ecstatic yet disappointed wrestling fans.
“So how do you feel about Dex?”
She said gracefully, awaiting a response. The man was angry, his demeanour was very aggressive and judging by his Ace Bennett T-Shirt, he was obviously not a fan of Shawn Malakai nor Dex.
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Dex! That **** just got handed the World-Title! What did he do? Beat a battered legend in ZMaster? ACE BENNETT HAD THE MATCH WON! I CALL ING BULLcrap!”
Dex! That **** just got handed the World-Title! What did he do? Beat a battered legend in ZMaster? ACE BENNETT HAD THE MATCH WON! I CALL ING BULLcrap!”The man shouts at the top of his lungs, he then lifts his hands up, walks towards the camera and signals the infamous middle finger. The scene is cut short and pans to the interview with Dex.
“Well, let’s see how you handle it! That guy was insane, usually why I ignore most fans.”
Jayson said, awaiting Dex’s interview. Dex had bonded with Jayson in a sense, and was hoping that Jayson would give him tips for future reference. Still Dex sat nervous as ever.
“I’m here with WFWF superstar, Dex. And Dex, how does it feel to have won the title? And you’ve been appointed the next big thing by Shawn Malakai himself. Also how have you been dealing with the pressure?”
The interviewer wasn’t very charismatic, and was no where near the quality of the WFWF staff in terms of personality. Still he tried his best, wearing a nifty suit. Dex on screen smiled, holding up his WFWF title, which glistened in the sun.
“It feels great. I feel as if I’ve finally achieved my goal, I feel like i’ve become someone. Someone capable of being a legend. Though I know I’ve got an uphill battle left. I’ve got to prove to not only to myself, but to everyone in the locker room. I’ve got a target on my back, along with promises to keep. But I promise I’ll do my best, no matter the circumstance.”
Dex said on screen, he responded naturally, without fear nor any sign of nervousness. Jayson nodded his head, impressed on Dex’s showing.
“Alright Dex, I know these fans are excited for WFWF: Dream Catcher, so with that in mind, can you give the fans a bit of a preview on what's to come? And can you speak about your opponents Kyle Matthews & Mak Cross?”
Dex on screen nods his head, formulating a response. There is a good two second silence from Dex, as fans roar for the WFWF. A few even begin chanting “WFWF” which is odd considering this is segment is being broadcasted on E! Still Dex at the time had no idea that the interview was even being recorded, so he answered every question as genuine as he could.
“Umm..Well WFW: Dream Catcher is going to be a spectacle and all of us here at the WFWF are training heavily for this event. Dream Catcher should be similar to Reborn in the sense of having new talent break out of their shells and become something more. One of my opponents Kyle Matthews is as green as grass, he’s the guy I want to face. More than anyone, possibly more than the legends themselves. This guy shows day in and day out the dedication it takes to becoming a wrestler, and even though he isn’t the most talented of the bunch, he’s the guy I see dethroning me soon enough. Mak Cross, is well, interesting. He’s a very talented competitor and he should be fun to take on.”
Dex says as the fans roar in anticipation!
“But, Jayson and I have this in the bag!”
Dex adds, the fans roar once more for Jayson Garrett!
Both Dex and the Interviewer chuckle at the remark. The interviewer then stands up straight, asserting himself and asks another question. This time his voice isn’t as monotonous and he has seemed to have gained confidence. Dex seems confident as well.
“So how does it feel to work with Jayson Garrett, who we’ve seen, is quite the personality himself?”
“Well, Jayson without a doubt is a very skilled competitor in the ring. And he’s a guy you love to have around. At times he comes off egotistical, so does just about everyone, including myself. But he’s a really nice guy and he’s driven.”
“Good answer.”
Jayson says slightly shoving Dex in a joking manner. Dex smiles appreciating the remark and gesture, the two have grown more fond of each other, both are starting to understand each other. Jayson’s aggressive demeanour has know calmed from earlier.
“Alright, thank you Dex, and good luck!”
The man says, ending the interview with a generic common ending phrase. The screen fades and pans back into Giuliana Rancic. Dex was absolutely frightened by her, she was incredibly unattractive in the eyes of Dex, and the bag directly below her eyes made her look possessed. Not to mention her almost too obvious anorexia. Dex didn’t like people trying to be something they aren’t, rejecting who they are. And Giuliana was a clear cut example of just that. Anyways, Dex set aside his disgust and focused back on the screen, Jayson’s eyes were glued to the television, probably hoping for a story about him.
“Kim Kardashian is now..”
Jayson grabs the remote from the cup-holder on the side of Dex’s chair, and quickly changes the channel. Annoyed. The channel is now on Cartoon Network, to Dex’s surprise. Still Dex really didn’t care what channel was on, as the two needed to discuss their match.
“Not a fan of Kim Kardashian, eh?”
Dex said while the two were now watching Looney Tunes. Bugs Bunny was seen making a sarcastic remark, which seemed to be his only lines, or so Dex thought.
“She’s only famous for porn!”
Jayson shouts out, laughing, Dex blasts out in laughter as well. The two are seen as strange, by many of the high-class citizens around them. The two calm down, after near minutes of laughter.
“So in our match. Let me handle Kyle Matthews, I’ll show him what it means to be in the main-event.”
Dex says, changing the conversation and thinking of more team dynamic.
“Yeah, that’s fine. Mak Cross shouldn’t be tough at all. But watch out, I know we’re going to be targets all night long after what we did for Shawn. But most of all, be confident man.”
Jayson responds, he then clenches his fists, cracking his knuckles and preparing for the event mentally.
“It’s alright. If they want to target us, let them.”
Dex responds as the two nod their heads in agreement.
Finally the two had reached the top. The main-event, and even though they face many struggles ahead, they know they’ve got the talent to fight with the best of them.
Believe..In myself..
Shawn Malakai, thank you. Thank you for being a friend, and I promise that I’ll continue to be a friend to you. I wont dissapoint you, nor myself.
One shot.
One opportunity to show everyone what i’m made of.
WFWF: Dream Catcher couldn’t come soon enough.
I’m tired of doubting myself.
I’ll exceed all expectations.
I am, the WFWF champion.
[OOC: Hope you all like the piece! My longest so far, and I tried a lot of things I really haven’t touched in previous RP’s. So give me tips and advice and all that good stuff. Thanks.]
I dont know good luck 
