Post by Dex on Aug 19, 2014 9:54:57 GMT -5
RISE: A Dex RP
People are often backed into a corner, wondering what lies behind them. Some fall, while some push away the oppressing force that's ahead of them. They overcome; or they risk losing the very thing that meant the most to them. I'm standing on the cliff, not wondering what lies below me, and the repercussions of what'll happen if I fall; but rather eager awaiting to rise above those that oppose me.
The name Dex doesn’t exactly resonate in the ears of anyone at this point. He is no more than an after thought. He is a man who is overshadowed by mega stars the likes he has rarely dealt with before; Trace Demon and Drakz. Least we forget a rising star in his own right, Jayson Garrett. As far as any of them, even his comrade in arms Garrett, are concerned, Dex is a fluke. His reign was CREATED as a failed abortion from a dying mind. And because of the position he was thrust into, and so willingly accepted, his back is now against the wall. He doesn't have any viable options. He could count on Jay any other time, but on this night Jay has an agenda of his own, one even Dex cannot fault. However the fact remains, if he loses his first grand match, not only does he lose any kind of legitimacy he has managed to attain since his sudden thrust into the spotlight, but he runs the risk of tarnishing the legacy of Shawn Malakai, the one who put this whole plan into motion.
Shawn Malakai entrusted me with his, now my, WFWF Championship; and attached to the grace of his trust was a mission. And at Battle at The Garden I will fulfill that mission, no matter the opposition ahead of me. In this case, Jayson Garrett, Drakz, and Trace Demon.
Ace Bennett, however, comes before all of my opponents. Remember him? Because no one else does either. After winning the Scars and Stripes battle royal along with half of the WFWF, he pulled the plug on his WFWF career. He took a licking with Shawn and could not keep tickin'. Well come SuperBrawl, Ace was out of sight, out of mind until Malakai brought him into the ring for a post match celebration. THAT'S where this story takes its turn to the current. See, Ace left but Shawn told me what happened in truth, that he left but had never truly quit and had his contract terminated. Sleater just granted him an extended leave of absence, and if he didn't come back by the time his contract expired, so be it. Well he came back alright, with a knife in hand for Malakai's back. And because his contract was never fully terminated, he was still entitled to his WFWF Championship match at SuperBrawl. Ace won the match...but why is he not champion? Because of me. He won via DQ, and due to the rules, the victory didn't count for the title. Therefore he had a win over the champion, thus earning himself a match against the WFWF Champion at the next PPV. Not like we haven't seen that same story a million times, it was almost identical to the EBR and Alex Sean situation just a SuperBrawl prior, but I digress. The following show, I was named champion by Malakai, because he physically could no longer compete. Therefore, as champion, Ace was my original challenger, the man I was anticipating. But things snap, like Cameron Stone's mentality. And Bennett's neck as a result of Stone's break, so now Ace Bennett is simply another name forgotten in the book of many. But I must give credit where it is due, I was not the only guilty party in the whole "Bennett" situation. I had a cohort.
Jayson Garrett is a man who I never thought I would cross paths with, especially given our recent alliance. He was pegged the next poster boy long before my potential had even been realized by anyone. Jayson won Rookie of The Year. He even defeated Shawn Malakai, and he is the current WFWF Tag Team champion with rat boy. However, we both share a common interest, we both follow the common denominator in Shawn. Jayson Garrett was more than just an ally to me, he was a friend to the extent anyone can with me. He backed me up in our defense of Malakai from Bennett, and had my back in a few critical situations in the last few weeks since The Dethroned King has been trying to throw me under the water. But if it weren't for bad luck, I'd have none at this point, because now we find ourselves on opposite sides of the ring with the exact same goal in mind. At Up the Garden Path; Jayson nearly struck me with a chair, he hesitated, but the thought process was clear upon his Hollywood face. Jayson has become stricken by the gold, the big time lights, the stardom and fame, all bigger, better and brighter than anything Hollywood could ever give the Golden Boy. Clearly I still appreciate him as an ally; but the line between friends and enemies has been drawn in the sand, and he took the first step over. At this point, we both know we have huge challenges ahead of us in Trace and Drakz, but he's shown he is not above taking the cheap route. You want to get dirty Jayson? Remember, I'm not one to shy away from the mud. Remember ZMaster? Yeah. Take that second step over the line, and you'll see why Malakai chose ME instead of YOU to carry his legacy. You want to take things to the next level Jayson? I can be your biggest f*cking nightmare. Worse than Drakz ever was.
Speaking of the Devil, there's his spawn Drakz, who came back from a serious, nearly career ending back injury at the hands of Michael Kyzer, he soon returned to challenge Phillip Schneider. Schneider went on to accept as the two fought in the biggest spectacle the WFWF had ever seen. Drakz defeated Phillip Schneider in a very contested match-up, denying the man the ONE thing he craved more than anything else, the National Championship. Following your historic victory, you vacated the title you had previously won just to spite your fellow Hall of Famer. Prior to SuperBrawl, you claimed you would take the title that you won and would revolutionize it; but then you bailed out. You let everyone down. Drakz, that seems to be all you ever do. You fail to live up to the hype and shadow that has been cast upon you since your alliance with Michael Kyzer all those years ago. You have failed the WFWF ever since Brennan showed up and proved he was a hotter commodity than ANYONE ELSE in The New Epoch. And most recently, you have failed to live up to expectation since you actually did something noteworthy that didn't involve you taking a nosedive off of the stage and spending months in therapy, but sadly not the kind you really needed. Soon after your grandest accomplishment you faced Cameron Stone, a man on his last straw; but Stone took the life out of the living legend that you claim to be. Your godlike complex is a mere lie, a tool, and Jayson Garrett exposed you. Jayson nailed you, maimed you; and did what Michael Kyzer did to you. It must have been a living nightmare to see you're impenetrable armor was tore apart by a mere Jayson Garrett. He maimed you, he hit you over and over again; he did exactly the same thing Michael Kyzer did before him. Now you and I both know that you're an old man; your body is aching and time will tell when you'll have to put up the boots. But I assure you; I'll be the MAN after you're long gone in your retirement home. And folks, that date is approaching very soon. You claim to be The "God" Slayer, but as an angel on a mission of mercy, I can see through your gilded grandeur. Very soon, the destroyer shall be destroyed. The Slayer will be slain himself. Heaven's fallen angel will kill the spawn of Satan himself.
And I would be remiss if I neglected to mention the man who put this all in motion, the Father of Satan, the former King of Demons, now known to all as the King of Contradiction, Trace Demon. Trace is similar to a little pre-pubescent boy that doesn't know what he truly wants. Demon has a vision for the WFWF, but his vision is simply a false reality. You see, Demon doesn't respect the sport unlike the true King of the WFWF, Shawn Malakai. Malakai was for the betterment of the company and for his subjects, whereas Demon simply wants his glory back. But now, he will be the King of Contradictions because of it as he constantly attacked Thunder and Malakai for five consecutive shows, for them being old fools who were trying to recapture the spotlight. Now Demon finds himself becoming the very thing he fought against; the old fool hogging the spotlight he just spent the better part of four months battling against. But to reassure his dominance, Trace Demon has a pair of fresh legs to do whatever he deems fit and ensure he makes it to Battle in one piece, Joe Bishop. You know who also thought of the same exact plan to keep oneself safe to a big match? Shawn Malakai, with Thunder. But unlike Trace, Malakai had the backing of those in the top echelon in the WFWF, Xavier Pierce even going so far as to help Malakai in any way he could against The 'King. Trace, no matter how much he neglects it, is trying to become everything that Shawn once was. If there was to be a book written on how to completely copy Shawn Malakai; Trace would write it and be the protagonist in it as well as his whole career is nothing more than a bad sequel to Shawn's story. And to add to the novel length idiocy, and off kilter hilarity of Trace Demon's story, what exactly does it take to lose to a dying cancer patient in a match you rigged to ensure you would walk out the victor? And you say that i'm not skilled enough? Trace Demon is a slave to the rhythm, to quote Michael Jackson; or in this case a sl
ave to the spotlight.You essentially coined the phrase "Malakai Syndrome," and the idiotic definition of that is "to be desperate for the spotlight." Why, that sums up your entire career, and quite possibly your entire life, and possibly the life of your ancestors. I didn't know the genetic trait "b*tch" ran in the family; but you clearly show just exactly what you are. And when you've lost and you've given up this revolution horsesh*t, you'll realize this Book of Demon was all for not, as you'll have to write an incredibly sour ending for you, a former king. Malakai beat you once, and will do so again through me, and so the ultimate form of regicide shall continue until you can no longer have any legitimate straws to grasps for.
You claim I am all alone, Trace? Maybe. I might have Malakai with me in spirit, but I know Garrett's got his own agenda. But I want you to remember something: while you are continuing to copy the Book of Malakai, remember the twist that story took with Thunder and Ace betraying him. Keep that in the back of your mind moving forward. I may not have the experience level of ANYONE in this match, but in the end, that means nothing. I was entrusted with this gold around my waist, and that makes me more dangerous than any of you. You guys have nothing to lose. I do. And it's not the title that could slip into the hands of someone who should not have it. It is not about me losing any of my credibility. However we all have something to gain. So take three people with something to gain, and one with something to lose and more to gain? That makes me the most dangerous man in this match. And what is it that I have to gain? Respect. And win or loss, I'll gain it regardless of who comes out on top. But moreover, WHEN I rise above you all in victory, I will gain something only Malakai has bestowed upon me, and all have mocked me for being without. I will TRULY be the WFWF Champion, and not just the placeholder you've made me out to be. I’ll be the man Shawn always knew I was. Dex: the WFWF Champion.
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September 11th, 2001
The date is infamous in American history. The darkest breath that America has ever faced, buildings toppled, lives lost, America was at the pit of destruction. Worry was spread throughout the nation, the terrorists had overcome the greatest superpower in the world. In the rubble lied hope. A man named George W. Bush exposed that hope, he made America believe once more. America rose above the terrorists. In our darkest hours, we band together as people, and we rise. The crumbling nation, that lost all belief, became the wall it had always been once more. A date that will live in infamy, a date that’s solely history. For America continues to prevail.
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June 17th, 2007
The Suburbs of Cincinnati, Ohio
“And your new GWA Champion, after defeating Nightwatcher by pinfall, is Dexter Kingsley!” Josey screamed to the top of her lungs as I lunged upwards, holding onto the commemorative belt that we all pitched in to buy. My opponent, Drake, or better known in our federation as Nightwatcher had been defeated. We were just kids. I was eighteen, Josey was eighteen as well, and Drake was seventeen. In high-school we all fit hand in hand as friends, we weren't popular, we weren't nerds, but the one thing that brought us together was our love of professional wrestling. We loved it so much so that we had built a makeshift ring in Drake’s backyard. We would wrestle together with Josey as the referee every Sunday. But the days of summer began to fly before our eyes.
“Dexter, we've got a decent crowd tonight!”Josey said as Drake and I were preparing for our match behind the black tarp entrance stage. The crowd was waiting in anticipation, fifteen people were counted. Drake and I did this for fun. With no experience or training, we were backyard wrestlers, we didn't charge any money. And to have a crowd supporting our dreams was all we ever hoped for.
“Sweet! Josey go out there and announce the match before they leave!” Drake responds as Josey exits through the curtain and slides into the ring, announcing the match.
“Introducing first, from here in Cincinnati, Ohio, he is the current Global Wrestling Action champion, DEXTEEEEER KINGSLEY!” She shouted out. I exited through the curtain, getting a decent applause from the locals. I walked through the aisle with a chip on my shoulder, this is what I wanted to do. As I was in the ring I asked for the microphone, and began to speak out.
“Wrestling. Wrestling is the only home I live in. Wrestling has given me so many things, and now i’m going to give wrestling to all of you! Tonight I face Nightwatcher, a man who deems that he’s as good as the guys in the WFWF. But you know something Night? You may be, but i’m better than you. And i’m ready to defeat you!” I say as Josey beings announcing Drake. Our match wasn't stellar, it wasn't good, it was sh*t in fact. But they applauded. Because all three of us had wrestling as a passion. Later on we went our separate ways after high school, Drake went to a wrestling school, Josey went to Ohio State, and I continued to wrestle in backyards throughout the North East.
December, 28th 2008
Cincinnati, Ohio
Wrestling Gym
“Alright. Drake, you’re up, remember what I taught you. Nick here is as green as my dog’s sh*t. So show him the ropes.”
“Alright, Chris.”
Drake and Nick locked up inside the ring. The two were grappling and with one another, Drake had the obvious edge, but Nick had strength. Nick hit Drake with a fury of stiff forearms to the jaw. He lifted Drake up and went up to the top turnbuckle. The popping sound was heard throughout the entire warehouse as Nick slipped off of the turnbuckle and as Drake’s neck hit the mat straight on. It was a botch. A miss. A failure, that killed my best friend. I lost my best friend in a squared circle. The EMT’s rushed, but Drake was paralyzed and he suffered severe blood clot. They couldn't save him. He was gone. Drake was the only person I could relate to, he’s what spiraled me out of control, into depression, idiotic alcohol abuse, and eventually put me in comatose. I was a mess. Drake shaped me into the man I am now. I miss him. I wish we could live our dreams together, as tag team champions, just to have one more match with him. That would be my final wish. But, I fight for Drake. I fight for everyone who loves the sport. Drake loved the sport as much as I did, he died for it. I’ll hold the belt up for Drake.
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It’s been a long night. The moon shines beside my bedroom window, almost glaring at me as I find myself awake once more. Driving to my hotel room I was left a broken man, tore into pieces, and helpless as my own allies turned against me. My back hitting the cold hard steel had often been a familiar occurrence, it was a feeling I had become accustomed to. Pain. I've suffered pain all throughout my life, emotionally, and physically. I became the man I am today because of that simple feeling. I wanted to help others, to change everything. But i’m just one man.
I toss and turn, my body aching as I clench my back in pain. Slowly I somehow make it to my other side as the streetlights begin to dim near the window. The shouts. The traffic. It’s all everlasting, never ending. That’s how this world always is, it’s a constant cycle between opposite sides. It’s a battleground.
I wasn’t supposed to be moving. Nor was I physically cleared for my bout defending my World Championship. But I bullsh*t. I told them I was 110%, and that Bishops assault was a mere scratch. I did what my heart told me, f*ck the mind.
I hear the sound of my back crashing onto the rigid blue steel chair that lie in the middle of the mat.
“BAM!”
I ached. Twisted and ultimately fell apart. Bishop rolled me over for the pin.
1..
2..
KICKOUT.
I wanted to prove to everyone then and there that I was ready for what I was about to face. I wanted to send a message, that I would beat Bishop by following the rules, I wanted everyone to realize that I was and am going to become the MAN.
He gasped, stood up in confusion and picked me up once more.
He did what he thought was right. B*tch boy Bishop did what his lord and savior Demon told him to do. Like a peasant slave he followed his orders and completed them. He got to me. I dodged his first chair shot; but I was cocky. I wanted to win with style points rather than kicking the sh*t out of him, he probably deserved the latter, but I stuck with it. I kept fighting.
“BAM!”
Again. My back hit the cold hard steel, the chair was more rigid and disoriented than before. My back was bloodied, a colorful bruised masterpiece. Bishop rolled the pin.
1..
2..
3..!
He won.
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August 14th, 2014
I heard a knock on my hotel door. It was booming, loud, and the sound riveted across the silent hallways. I stood, still aching in pain, I removed the white bandages wrapped around the back and put on a simple white t-shirt to accompany my Nike shorts. I was in no condition to take visitors. I walked towards the door and opened it.
“Hey Dex, how are you doing? Are you alright?”
Out appeared an ally who I lost. A guy I thought I could trust, but he ultimately nearly crossed me, he was blinded by the pure sight of gold. What was I expecting? I can’t really tell you to be honest. Jayson and I haven’t spoken after the match.
“Yeah i’m alright, ready to go out there and kick some ass.” I say in response as we both walk inside to where I greet him with a beverage. He denied as we both sat at the nearby desk.
“Are you sure? I heard you aren't fit to compete?”
“And who told you that?’
“Just a rumor, and an observation after your match.”
“Observation, eh? Listen Jayson, I've never been anymore ready. And if you think you’re going to come out here to deter me from achieving my dreams, you’re god damn mistaken.”
“Listen, injuries are serious. If you go out there you might not be able to walk on two legs, let alone walk out as champ.
“You don’t know how long I've waited for this moment man. I’m not going to sit back and watch anyone be crowned the champion but me.”
“Alright, I get you.” Jayson says as he pushes in the chair about to leave in spite.
“Stay.” I respond as he sighs and slouches back into the green comfy chair.
“Jayson, why’d you come here?”
“I wanted to see how my friend is.”
“So let me ask you this, friend, why’d you hesitate? Why didn't you take out the Champion?”
“I already told you, i’m your friend.”
“Then why’d you swing?”
“....It...I...It was an accident. I didn't-”
“Why’d you even think of doing it?”
“I want to win just as bad as you want to retain. This my damn dream too!”
“I get that man.”
“We face off against each other and the two biggest names this company has ever seen, you think i’m going to keep friendship in mind and solely go out there to protect your ass? Sorry Dex, i’m winning this match. I came here to see if my main man needed anything to recover. But I guess all i’m greeted with is some dumb-ass questions.”
“So what are you shooting for Golden Boy? The fame? Do you think this is going to shoot you to another movie role? Or hell, a role on E! News as some bullsh*t analyst that nobody cares about? Listen man, we've got to stick it out for each other. You have my back, and I've got yours.”
“Do you see what I did to Drakz? I gave myself a name, I made people want to remember the name Jayson Garrett. I’m a force Dex. What the hell have you done besides get handed that belt and shoot to the top? I've been here longer, I've paid my dues, and i’m tired of dealing with this crap.”
“I thought we were friends.”
“We were Dex, but you and I are two different people, I worked hard, you bought in.”
“You’re just like the rest of them. I want to be THE CHAMPION, I want to be the face of this company. Hell, I want to be a role model.”
“Why is that Dex? To beat them you've got to stoop to their level.”
“Bullsh*t. That makes you just as weak as them. F*ck, if anything that makes me the most dangerous man in this match-up.”
“Because you’re a goody two shoes? What the hell happened to the mask? What happened to you being insane?”
“I had a medical condition, the man I am now is the man I've always wanted to be. I was insecure then, i’m the man now.”
“You’re just like us Dex, you’ll always be like us in the WFWF. What makes you different? What made Shawn choose you over me?”
“I told you my goals before Jay, i’m going to change this industry for the better.”
“That’s the damn thing Demon is saying! You’re doing the exact same thing he is!”
“Demon is alienating the entire WFWF fanbase, I’m going to play by the rules and help re-establish good, not only in this business but in media as well.”
“Do you think you’re Superman or some sh*t? This is dumb Dex, you aren't going anywhere with this.”
“I’ll go somewhere with this. Go pair up with rat sh*t and take the tag team division by storm mate. I’m going to be the champion everyone needs.”
“Alright. You do that Dex. I’m not holding an inch back, you’re going to get the full star that I am. They’ll get it too. I defeated Shawn Malakai, doesn't that make me the rightful champion as well?”
“Just go out and get ready Jayson, train, work-out, do whatever you can. It’s going to be an ass beating.”
“Ha. You’re the same damn person you've always been. Sometimes, you need to change Dex. You’ll see what change is.” Jayson chuckles as he slides the chair back under the desk, he walks out of the generic hotel room and he shuts the door, leaving the World Champion alone.
Life is often a tough pill to swallow. Life isn't the best meal, nor the meal that you felt you were entitled to, but the meal you earn through hard-work and perseverance. To get to that meal, you need to prove your merit and show why you’re deserving of it. I wanted to become the WFWF champion. I wanted to be everything I am now. I became the WFWF Champion and tasted the grandest meal one can savor in this industry. And once you've tasted the grandest meal there is, you stride forward, wanting to taste and create even more. I find myself in this very situation. I don’t want to be a mere champion. A title holder doesn't mean a damn thing without a true soul to hold the belt. That’s why guys like Demon are the true paper champions, they don’t give a horse’s ass about this industry. But I do. And I will damn defend this belt and prove to the masses and everyone in the WFWF, that I am more than a paper champion, I’m the champion they need. The champion they deserve. And the champion they will get.
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August 15th, 2014
It was a stormy typical New York night, the sky lit up by the bright lights and the monikers the city earned were indeed true. New York City never stops, it’s never ending. Even in their darkest hours, they rise above, they rose above 9/11. The people of New York City rose above the other tower bombings nearly a decade before it. New York has always remained a constant in this changing world.
Beepopopbeeep.
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Beepopopbeeep.
Just as annoying and tedious as ever, the loud sound sprang from my Samsung Galaxy. It vibrated around as I finally got around once more to answer it, following my injury, my back was aching, and my shoulder was hard to maneuver with. But, I finally got around to answering the phone.
“Yeah, Dex here.” I said cautiously, I was afraid it was from another business executive. I was struck by surprise the last time I had answered my phone at the peak hours of the night.
“Listen, Dex, what’s up man. Having talked to Jayson a few days ago, we really need to have a talk. Maybe throw in a cappuccino to the conversation, let me know when you’re ready to hit me up.” It was Shawn Malakai. The man who handed me the WFWF title, and the man who is a living legend. I felt sorry for the man, I disappointed him. He chose me to be the man, and ultimately I haven’t kept up on my promise up to now. I won't continue to let him down.
“Shawn hows it going man? Everything still alright? Listen man, i’m in New York for the show, are you anywhere near? How’s therapy?” I say cautiously and afraid. Shawn Malakai is my best friend in the industry, I don’t want to lose him, he’s currently undergoing cancer treatment following his final wish, giving me the WFWF Championship.
“I’m in town, I hit Jayson up at a Starbucks, so anywhere is good. We need to talk before your match Dex. How does the 23rd sound?”
“Yeah anytime is fine with me, are you sure you’re going to be alright? Didn't know you were a big coffee drinker.”
“Dex; I tore Trace’s ass while going through therapy, nothing can hold me down. Heh, coffee isn’t my strong point, I’ll be in the shop waiting for you at around four.”
“Alright, hang in there man.”
“Sure.”
Beep.
He hangs up. Shawn shouldn't be in his best condition, he shouldn't be mobile. But he’s a tough guy, but i’m more interested into what he has to say. I think for a moment, “could he be my dad on some Maury type sh*t?” No way too casual and expected. “Is he coming back to the WFWF, and i’m his first target?” Shawn wouldn't do that, hell, I wouldn't let him even square up in the ring. But what would he be talking about with Jayson? “Maybe it’s a trap, and Shawn is using me to get my ass kicked so he can give the belt to Jayson.” What the f*ck am I thinking. I’m tired.
I roll my phone back over to my bedside desk, and I go back to bed. Rocking back and forth until I reach my comfort zone.
The city never sleeps, but the World Champion needs some.
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August 23rd, 2014
The backstage area is cold and chilling, brightened by murals of the New York Knicks. I continue walking forward with my baggage in hand, imagining the screams of the thousands of fans that will soon be in attendance.
“Hey!”
I look forward to see a woman wearing a cheap “Dex” t-shirt rushing forward. She’s blonde, beautiful, and I would definitely bang. Just don’t tell her that.
“Hey! Uh..who are you?” I respond as she hugs me, gripping my back and placing her head directly on my chest.
“I’m Josey. Remember? Your dad invited me here, he knew how much this date meant to you. I can’t believe you made it!” She says smiling.
Sh*t. That’s Josey? She’s definitely a million times more attractive than high school, and now we’re both grown adults.
“I’m glad you’re here to support me. How has everything been? Drake is..-”
“Everything has been fine Dexter, I got my degree, and I know what happened to Drake. I was expecting to see you at the funeral. Why weren't you there? Everyone was worried back home.”
“Funeral? I...don’t remember.”
“It’s fine Dexter. I just came to wish you luck, I can’t believe you've made it to the WFWF.”
B*tch i’ll be the king.
“Yeah it shocked me as well, but with hard work I've finally made it.”
“You know Dexter, I didn't care for your hoopla bullsh*t as a youngster, and you know that. But, i’m proud of you. I’m sure your mother is too.” The old man reveals himself, walking in front of the pillar he used to hide himself.
“Thank you Dad.”
“I haven’t been there for you. I get that. But I just want to see you do well. We’ll be watching in the front row over there tomorrow. We just wanted to check in.”
“That’s great dad. I’m glad you’re finally supporting me.”
“Time to make up all those years I spent drinking away, hah.”
“Same as always dad.”
“We just wanted to let you know that we were coming to the show tonight Dexter. Go out there and kick some ass. Break that emo kid’s neck for me please. The one with the red hair, hate that son of a bitch.”
“Haha. I’ll try dad, thank you.”
“We’ll see you at the event kiddo.”
“Alright.”
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August 23rd, 2014
I open the Starbucks door, the door squeaks as everyone's attention turns to me. I scout out to see if I can find Shawn Malakai in the crowd, but I can’t. Attempting to ignore the paparazzi, I casually look at my watch, to find that the time is indeed four. I walk inside the jam-packed Starbucks, wearing a grey athletic shirt with athletic shorts.
“Hey Chris!” A man shouts with his booming loud voice throughout the shop, now the masses change direction and look at the man.
“CHRIS!” He shouts once more. His voice sounding like an old decrepit man showing his age.
“CHRIS COME HERE, CHRIS IN THE BLUE NIKE SHORTS!” He shouts, senile, as I look down at my shorts revealing that they match his description. I look up, and see him. It’s Shawn Malakai, playing the role of a senile old grandpa.
“Gran paps, how ya doing.” I say as I stroll beside him. The other customers quickly turn back and pay attention to what they were doing, conversing with one another.
“I’m doing fine Dex.”
“You sure? What’s with the get up? We only drew more attention, kinda failed the purpose of a name disguise.”
“Do you know how many Chris’s their are in this world? Chris can be anybody.”
“Your point? Haha.”
“You could be a Chris, Dex. Anyways, Chris, isn’t related to this conversation haha.” He chuckles as he reaches his hand out for a handshake, I shake as his once strong grip is slightly weaker.
“You sure you’re alright gramps?”
“Don’t call me grandpa Dexter, I’ll kick your ass here and now to prove my age.” He chuckles as he quickly coughs, and changes from a comical tone to a serious tone. Malakai is looking casual as always, wearing a cheeky but stylish plain grey shirt, with a regular pair of blue jeans.
“Listen Dex, I want you to know why I choose you to be my heir.”
“Shawn, no need to worry; i’m going to win in your honor. These other guys have nothing left to lose, I've got everything. You know how it is to be on the back-end with one opportunity left to succeed, when I win I’ll visit you in your therapy man, I want you to be proud of me.”
“Calm down Dex, I still have some gas left in the tank. I get that, I respect you Dex. I respect you because you not only respect me, you respect this industry and this company. You’re change to this place, good change. Not loose pocket change, but finding a diamond in the rough change. You’re the man this company needs, for the better.”
“All I've ever wanted to be since I've stepped in this company is not to win the belt. Not to headline every damn pay-per view, with people shoving pictures of me to autograph. No. I want to follow the king. I’m going to walk in the footsteps of the greatest to have ever stepped in the squared circle. Shawn Malakai. I’m going to carry your legacy on my back, and take it to new heights man. I will earn the right to rise above and claim the championship!”
“I made the right decision. I knew you had potential from the moment I spotted you. You’re not carrying a huge ass ego on your shoulders, you’re not using anyone to get to any place. You've put more hard work than anyone I've seen. You've improved a ton Dex.”
“I wanted to live up to your legacy, I still have a long list of people back at home I need to prove to. Hell even Pierce is looking for big things.”
“Dex. You don’t need to put so much pressure on yourself, i’m proud of everything you've accomplished so far. I didn't pick you because you’re the best technical guy in the ring, I picked you because you have what it takes to make it to the top. You have a goal in mind, you don’t care what happens till you reach that goal, and I respect that completely.”
“This is going to be my last shot, if I lose my legacy is tarnished. My legitimacy would be a joke, probably a bad uninteresting one told by Drakz himself, I can’t let that happen Shawn. Everyone who believed in me, my friend Drake included, are depending on me to win this one.”
“As I said before, I didn’t pick you because you’re a dominating force in that ring. I picked you because you and I are similar at heart, in our intentions. I’m not trying to craft you into me, I want you to craft your own, and be bigger than Shawn Malakai. I was like you at one point. Go for it. Chase your dreams Dex. Live it up.”
“Haha; old man, I’ll rise and win it for you and me. I’ll become the new king.”
“Rise, huh.”
“Demon will fall, he’s going to be dethroned, his reign is finished. Shawnster, you know why people fall?”
“Why?”
“So we can rise. I’ll rise. I’ll be the man this industry needs.”
“I've always liked your spirit Dex, visit me when you've won. I’ll be waiting.”
“I will old man.” I say, as the two of us part ways. We both exit the loaded cafe at the same time, him going out towards the right, while I go to the left, entering into my grey rental convertible.
“I’ll visit you soon. As the king.”
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One step closer.
One step left.
At Battle at The Garden I’m one step closer to completing my goal, I’ll rise. I’ll become the king, I’ll carry on Shawn’s legacy.
OOC: Thank you for reading. I tried my hardest on this piece, and hopefully it reflects throughout. Big thanks to Shawn and Jay.
I dont know good luck 
