Post by Dex on Sept 6, 2014 21:02:48 GMT -5
Breaking Point: A Dex RP
I never would have thought that I would have become the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion a year after my debut. I started as a kid with a mask; one man changed everything about me. He made me the man I am today; i’d like to say that it was my father, a mother, a sister, but it was a friend. A friend on his deathbed who made it a mission to protect this company. To protect wrestling in general; and one can argue that i’m simply Shawn’s little b*tch, and that Shawn is simply pulling the strings to an eccentric puppet show. But you’re wrong. You’re damn wrong. You see, life is never what you expect it to be. Life isn’t black and white, life isn’t colorful, life is like getting robbed by a homeless man while sleeping. You don’t expect that to happen, yet it does, so you have to prepare and fight at the very moment. In a very vague way, that’s the feeling i’m in now. Trace is that homeless son of a b*tch, and he took me away from the one physical thing I wanted more than anything in this world. That belt would have solidified me as the true king of this industry, the man who Shawn had always thought I was. But he stole it. That motherf*cker stole it right from underneath me once again. I’m tired of all of this nonsense. Trace is and will always be a tortured soul. A little boy in a grown man’s body. He’s indecisive, and he clearly is everything that he’s attempting to “fight” against. Come on. We all know this “stable” is some stupid ass ego boosting ploy; in fact, that’s all Trace Demon is outside of the ring. He took my belt away, twice. I wanted to cripple him. Break his bones and leave him like the mess he is. He ultimately won. He got the better of me.
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August 26th
Following Battle at The Garden
Madison Square Garden, New York, NY
Following Battle at The Garden
Madison Square Garden, New York, NY
“So what’re you gonna do now?” He says, gripping the shoulder of the fallen superstar. The lights in the arena have dimmed, and all that is left is Dex in the middle of the ring, with his father, and a friend Josey. The three comfort Dex as he shakes his head in disgust, lying back with his head in his hands.
“Everyone told me that I wasn’t ready. Everyone told me that I wasn’t going to win. Shawn believed in me, you guys did as well. But f*ck, I lost. I’m just. Disappointed in myself. I wanted to win more than anything out there. I couldn’t help it. I wanted to kill that motherf*cker. He took away my dreams of defending the title, and he ultimately got the better of me. How the f*ck do you want me to feel?” Dex says in an angrily tone, his voice echoing in the silent chilling Madison Square Garden. Dex’s father begins to shake his head as he begins to pat him on the back.
“I know man. We all have our struggles. I feel into booze. I shouldn’t have done some things. Hell, I should have been a better man. You’re a better man than I ever was. You’re my son, and i’m proud of what you’ve achieved here. You gonna come back home and call it quits? Every good story has it’s ending son, you’re beaten emotionally and physically, we both think you should lay low for a couple a days. Listen, we’ll drive back to Cinci and everyone back home’ill congratulate you.” Neal Kingsley says, as Dex continues to shake his head.
It’s always been like this for Dex. Every man reaches his climax, followed by a fall from the heavens. Dex was never the greatest at anything in particular, wrestling was the one thing he was good at. The one thing that he loved. He screamed and no one would listen. They ignored him. But in the ring, he was simply magic. That’s all Dex had ever wanted to do; and having his dreams crushed and stolen right before his eyes, what is there left to do in your life when your passion is taken away from you? Dex was at the brink of despair and hopelessness, everything he had loved had been taken away from him. The WFWF World Championship, his former childhood friend Drake, and soon Shawn Malakai would reach his ending point as well. With no direction, Dex questions himself, as he finally reaches a decision.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Dex responded, getting up from his laid down position, as he strikes his arms onto the ring mat to solidify his opinion and final decision.
“Listen Dexter. Every story has its end. Every man reaches a point where he can no longer go anymore. You’re young Dexter, in that ring who knows when you might have to call it quits due to injury? We don’t like seeing you like this, you’ve seen the world, you’ve competed and you’ve won the biggest title there is. What’s left? Even Superman died in that one comic we read as kids Dexter. My point here is, you need to live and cherish life while you still can. You’re dad’s getting older, life is progressing, and we all want to see you more.” Josey says, now kneeling down as Dex begins to stumble up onto two feet. The two meet eye to eye as Dex’s belief now seems as firm as ever.
“Josey. We need to hang out more, and I need to spend more time with my father as well. But I’ll be damned if I let my idol down. I’m not a one trick b*tch. Demon’s going to taste his own damn sh*t.”
“Come on Dexter, Josey’s right here, you gotta be thinking about your future. Do you wanna ever have kids?”
“Kids. Not at this moment. P*ssy after gold, dad.”
“Dexter. Sometimes I think you haven’t aged at all. Still as vulgar and disgusting as ever. Are you sure? No one back home wants to see you crippled up in a wheelchair.” Josey says as all three have seemingly reached a conclusion in their minds, yet, Josey and Neal both want to continue to convince their fallen hero.
“Heh. Wrong person Jo-jo. You’re thinking about Trace Demon, he’s the one that i’m going to have to pay a crap ton of insurance on. A hero in my book, is the guy that never gives up, no matter the odds. I want, and will be that guy. I’m going to follow in the footsteps of Shawn.” The three chuckle almost simultaneously as they all leave the ring, Josey and Neal are astounded by Dex’s perseverance, they’ve realized what this all means to Dex. Why he does what he does, and why he continues to put his body on the line. The three walk through the empty aisle in the once grand and sold out arena. The screams of the fans, the thrill of the fight, the adrenaline. Dex is not only looking to continue to experience all three of these things, but he’s got a one track mind, and he’s set on Trace Demon.
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I lost.
Battle at The Garden. The biggest spectacle of them all, you had great matches and the introduction of some other sh*tty stable no one cares about. But all of that was irrelevant. The reason people even tuned in, was for the main-event. Dex, the underdog with a chip on his shoulder, going up against Trace Demon, the king of contradiction, as well as Garrett, and the Genghis Khan wannabe himself, Isaac Newton. No. That’s not his name. Isaac, that one dude from the bible? Not him. No, i’m talking about Isaac Cray, whose name sounds like some guy who’s missing his left nut. Probably a vivid description of Drakz considering his overly egotistical personality, and god complex; which i’m not even sure if he’s Christian or not, is there a religion where you solely pray for yourself? That’s him in a phrase. The fans love him. He’s your typical good-guy, who always does bad things; which makes him a bad guy, but...I digress in general.
Trace cost me the match. He did it to stroke his own ego, to say Dex didn’t end up winning the war, which was inevitable, had I won and reclaimed my true spot as the king of the WFWF. Trace Demon fears everything that I am. I’m the opposite to everything he is, i’m the ying to his yang, the good to his bad; but the one constant is, good always prevailed. This was apparent when Shawn Malakai defeated Demon at SuperBrawl, as an aching cancer patient. Throughout history in general, what douche ever wins? You see Trace, it’s a recurring theme and the cycle will always continue, it will never end Trace. The only resolve you’ll end up facing is defeat. Which may indeed be common for you, since, you like being on the bottom of things. Jesus curbstomped the Devil in their final encounter. I’m Jesus, and you’re the Devil if you haven’t already noticed, you too look considerably alike too, same jaw structure. Not to mention when America gained independence from the tyranny of Britain. I’m George Washington to your King George III. The “good war,” World War II, the allies defeated the axis powers. Do you see where i’m getting at? You’ll fall victim eventually; just as all dictatorship, and pure idiocy does in this world.
Shawn Malakai entrusted me this belt in the hopes of defending this company against people exactly like Demon. A Manipulative, egotistical, tonedeaf, butterface, shart smelling, Nazi b*tch.
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August 27th, 2014
The day after Battle at the Garden.
New York, NY, Central Park
The breeze in the air was chilling, it’s powerful push brought our former champion swaying from side to side. It was a typical near fall esque weather, and Dexter was accompanied by a friend, or more so, a former friend.
“Listen, how about we put this behind us. You didn’t win, I didn’t win, what’s left to argue about? I’m sorry man.” Jayson Garrett says to Dex who is strolling down the scenic view wearing a leather coat with stylish black pants. Jayson’s tone is friendly, accepting, and genuine.
“Jayson.”
“Still bummed out?”
“F*ck yeah. Didn’t Gandhi once say, forgiving is for the weak? Listen man, I don’t need to make amends. We’re competitors. How the hell are we supposed to be friends in this industry? No point in having one, if they contemplated knocking you back with a steel chair.” Dex says in a hostile attitude, Jayson smirking.
“I didn’t ask for your permission. We’re friends. And plus Gandhi said the weak are the ones who can’t forgive. Where’d you go to school?”
“Ohio State.”
“Probably explains it.” Dex slightly shoves Jayson in a jokingly manner, expressing the severed friendship that the two had once had.
“Demon stole everything I had. He’s the reverse Santa, kinda like the Grinch from that old story I used to read when I was younger, reverse Santa’s need an end.”
“Reverse Santa? Anyways man. I apologize. We’re stronger as allies; we’ve both got our whole careers ahead of us. We’re young. I’ll hold the belt up high one day, and so will you. We’ve both already tasted gold and success before. Time will tell.”
“So it wasn’t my time, huh?”
“Listen man, that’s not what I was trying to say. You already have one world title under your belt.”
“And who actually believes that it was a reputable reign? No one. Even your damn granny probably thinks i’m a fraud. I’m the only champion in history who has never won a match to earn it. And then I lost shortly after. It’s gone. Every single inch of respect I had is nothing, my reputation right now, is the equivalent of a squirrel eating a damn nut. There is none.”
“Cheer up. Let’s go get beers at a place I know, bill’s on me.”
“I’ve never tasted alcohol before.” Jayson chuckles at Dex’s oddly sincere remark, leaving a sense of awkwardness in the vibrant Central Park.
“Well, it doesn’t matter. You’re tasting that sh*t tonight!”
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Later that day.
Jayson had indeed followed up on his promise, taking the achiching former champion to a bar. Quite casual to say the least, but at least it was a friendly gesture. The bar hall was quite generic, comparable to almost every place, you had your section of geeky hipsters, your section of regulars (the drunks) and you had the high profile stars who livened up the place. Dex and Garrett of course, except nobody had recognized them, yet. The two sat down on brown leather pedestals as Jayson signaled the bartender.
“Let’s get two budweisers.” Jayson says as the bartender begins filling up the transparent plastic cups.
“Listen man, I don’t think that i’m going to like it at all.”
“Live a little Dex, you act like you just had your child murdered or some sh*t. You’re going to have another shot someday man, enjoy life now. One day you’re going to be an old man wishing you drank a few beers.” The bartender hands them the too drinks as Dex stares awkwardly at the golden brown ale. Jayson begins slurping up the drink.
“Taste it Dex, c’mon!” Dex sighs and lifts the cup up to his mouth, drinking it. The taste is sweet, yet bitter, and the gritty remains lie on the unshaven scruff on Dex’s chin.
“Tastes, like i’m beating the sh*t out of Demon.”
“I take that as good right?”
“Satisfying as hell to say the least.” The two continue drinking as their conversation continues to coincide along with their bonding.
“I lost too man, it felt hard on me too.”
“Must’ve. But you and I were in different situations, I was in a place where I had everything to lose. And I did. I promised Shawn that I’d revisit him as the champ. Now I’ll have to go visit him as the damn chimp.”
“Yeah, I feel you. I heard you want a go at him again on Grudge. Any feelings going into that man? Wait. Crap question. I already know you’re answer, haha. Let me guess, you want to bash his face in with monkey poo, and stuff it in his mouth? Is my guess close?”
“Correcto! Yeah I’m going to face that snotty nosed emo freak again, and that’s completely disrespecting emo and snotty nosed people. For sure. I’ll do whatever I have to do backstage, as long as it’s PG, to get my match. Demon needs a kicking, a tumbling, and what better way to do it then at an event titled Grudge. Demon will die. Demon’s reign will end. Demon is a personality that the fans will know no more of. Demon’s hard to paint with words. Yeah, i’m going to kick his ass, make him eat his sh*t on camera; how about you come down to the ring, I want to harmonically stomp his downed body, a few extra legs wouldn’t hurt.”
“Heh. Maybe.”
The night ends with the two somehow getting drunk, to Dex’s surprise. They had a good time, and their friendship has strengthened because of it. Despite having been competitors, they remain, stronger, than ever. Both with the same aggression and intention of making it to the top of the WFWF. What’s next for them? Only the future holds the answer for our rising stars.
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August 30th, 2014
Psychiatric Appointment, New York, NY
“So. What are you fighting for Dex?” The man says. His plain ambition and the simplicity of his responses are typical of any psychiatrist. Did I need this? No. In fact, I think i’m probably the most sane person in the WFWF.
“Listen…” Dex says, and pauses, looking for a nametag on the white coat of the psychiatrist. The psychiatrist intrudes with “Mr. Damon.”
Da-mon. Dam-on. Our hero Dex thinks to himself, repeating the name over and over again in his mind. Every time, his vision changes, he no longer sees a skinny frail old bald man, who could be best described as a Howie Mandel wanna be. He sees a Demon. The Demon. Trace Demon.
“Mr. Demon. Have you ever had your dreams stolen from your grasp? I’m trying to think of an analogy that maybe you would further relate to. I don’t need to be here.”
“It’s Damon, for further reference, Mr. Kingsley. I’ve been told about this Demon guy, and his unique complex. But explain in any way you deem fit, i’m solely trying to help you out and relieve your conscious.”
Damon-Demon.
“I’ve got a good analogy, but I’m not sure if you’d fully get it.”
“Go on.”
“Have you ever been raped? Your innocence stripped away from you in a matter of seconds-”
Mr. Damon intrudes “I don’t like the sound of this analogy Mr. Kingsley.”
“The story gets better I promise.”
Demon.
“Mr. Da-emon, that man is everything I antagonize. He’s the opposite of everything I am and everything I stand for. This is revisiting that question you first asked me here. I fight for everyone who’s ever been bullied, anyone who’s ever felt lesser, hell anyone in the holocaust is comparable to this bullsh*t. Demon is the definition of ego. He’s not teaching our youth any damn thing-”
Mr. Damon interrupts once more “And what are you teaching? With your constant Nazi and rape analogies i’m having a hard time believing that you are, indeed a good guy.”
“No, i’m the good guy. Sometimes I think of myself as Superman, except, ya know cooler.”
“Yeah, sure, go on.”
“I want to stand for everyone. I want to defend the WFWF from sh*theads like him. I want to bring this industry back to where it started.”
“Hero complex. Superiority complex.” Mr. Damon whispers to himself.
“What do I have?”
“Most likely all of the above Dexter. You want to be the typical hero, and you think you’re better than anyone else. Typical complex’s for someone of your personality.”
“You barely know anything about me! Why the hell are you making assumptions?”
“I’m paid to make assumptions, Mr. Kingsley.”
“Fair Enough.” Dex whispers.
“I’m doing this for the people that care about you Dexter. They want to analyze your behavior, and how to get deeper into you.”
“Into me…? Is that a jo-”
“It’s not. They want their words to touch base with you.”
Oh. Words. Phew.
“Dexter, tell me something about you. Tell me what crafted you.”
“I’m a simple guy with simple ambition.”
“Didn’t you just say that I didn’t know anything about you?”
Damon. Demon.
“Listen. All you need to know is who i’m going to beat, what i’m going to do in the future, and why i’m going to follow in the footsteps of the greatest.”
“Simpleton complex.” He chuckles, then responds once more. “Who is the greatest?”
Shawn mo’f*cking Malakai.
“Shawn Malakai.”
“Never heard of ‘em.”
“Figured you’d say that. Shawn and I are similar people at heart. I carry his ambition-”
“So you’re saying that he’s the best because you and him are alike?”
“Uh, no. Shawn has always wanted to protect the place he loved the most. He’s changed, like me, like most men. Shawn is everything I aspire to be, except, I’ll surpass his legacy.”
“I see.”
About damn time!
“Haha. So what the heck was the point of this?”
“Well, your father, Neal, thought after what happened a few nights ago, that you suffered some type of brain damage. Uhm. He thought you got dropped on your head a little too hard.”
“Haha, my pops can barely see nowadays. I was about to win that damn match. And everyone in that arena knew what was about to commence, the king, the crown; Battle at the Garden was supposed to be my coronation. The time I finally lived up to expectation, the time I delivered. But no. Demon wasn’t going for the win, he and his group of hard-headed screw-jobs knew about it from the start. From Emo Jr, suplexing me onto two chairs. To constantly getting crapped on by some idiotic bible references that are clearly straight from some quote generator. You get the gist, Dr. Damon. He took everything I wanted. He crippled my dreams right in front of me. I couldn’t have done a damn thing about it.”
Dr. Damon responds. “I see where the rape analogy is coming into play, believe it or not. Is anything else on your mind?”
“No. I want to f*cking kill Trace Demon, and sell his mangled parts on eBay to some creepy old man, who’ll do his corpse.”
“So you may have psychological issues after all.”
“Final sentence, I don’t have time for this sh*t.”
“What do you have time for Dexter?”
“Not your Dr. Phil looking ass. I’m angry, I need to train. I need to win.”
“Goals, huh. Glad that you’ve set one.”
“I’m out.”
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August 31st, 2014
New York, NY, Local Restaurant
“Dex. I saw the match. Drakz is champ, and now Demon and his group of the living human centipedes are continuing to terrorize the WFWF. Lisa is going to get the boot soon if this keeps up. You represent control and hope, and well, you losing only promotes his agenda.” Xavier Pierce says as he sips the ever so sweet golden lemonade, he looks to Dex, looking for an answer, as the two have a conversation within a fairly local restaurant. Accompanying them in the booth are the other members of the Sovereignty.
Dex speaks out, his response is in a somewhat disappointing tone, the Sovereignty members also feel the same remorse. “I lost. Demon stole it from me. I’m going to get my hands on them I promise guys. I promised Shawn that I would walk back as champion, the man who I idolize. I’m not breaking that promise. I’m going to kick Demon back down to the sh*t hole he came from, and then i’m getting my strap back.”
Porter Bryant, the most intellectual and cultured member of the Sovereignty speaks out. The Sovereignty are three men, who are more or less mercenaries for good, and Demon and his antics are their targets. “I know we don’t have all the say in the world. But we want more involvement. We tried, we backed Garrett off of you Dex, but in turn, Demon stole the belt. On behalf of my other two friends here in Bruce and Leonardo, we’re sorry. We want to stand with everything that you and Shawn are standing for.”
Xavier chuckles as he responds to the young and hungry Porter. “You guys will see more action soon enough, Dex and I have discussed that Demon is our first target. I stand alongside Dex with concern, I don’t care for a position or any of that bullcrap. I want the WFWF to go back to how it was before Demon. He ruined this damn industry, that’s why Dex is our guy. He stands and believes in everything that isn’t Demon. Even this is far fetched for the kid, he just wants to wrestle and win that strap back.”
Dex responds. “You know me strangely too well Mr. Pierce. You’re acting out of concern and I admire that. You three guys are here to orchestrate justice. That may be when i’m injured, sick, whatever. You guys are the balls to this big D. I’m joking. But you get the gist. We take out Demon, things get easier, we take out Bishop, and you guys assure that the memo gets pushed. We’re not taking this place over, don’t get me wrong, we’re bringing this b*tch back to the promised days!”
“You guys can leave now. That’s what you wanted to hear right Porter? Leave this to Dex and I now.” Xavier says as he shrugs them away with his hand, the three men follow orders and all leave the vicinity.
“How’s life Dex? Found a girl that’s worth keeping? Met a few buddies?”
“Life is fine. Haven’t found that chick, besides a friend, and I guess my friend count is steadily increasing.”
“Good. Dex, if you haven’t noticed, work has consumed me all throughout my life. I no longer work. I’m bald, and I’ve got stubble. My point is, you don’t want to end up like me. This job is consuming you Dex, what hobbies do you have besides wrestling? You’re taking a toll, a risk, and in time you may never get that time back. You could have had kids, had a wife, had something worth living for. But why are you doing this Dex? It’s like you're purposely counting time off of your watch! Didn’t Bishop rattle you up in your match? But then you decided you were fit to go again, so what’s your condition now?”
“I’m fine. Wrestling is the only love I need at the moment, it’s the only itch that needs a scratchin’. Wrestling, the WFWF, as cheesy and almost idiotic as it sounds, was my escape. The only care I had in this world. Every moment in that ring is magical. It’s not wasting time if you enjoy what you do. I enjoy it. I love seeing kids smile with my t-shirt on, asking me for an autograph at ungodly times, I love it all. All the pros and cons that come with it. That’s why I fight. I love this place, I love my job, that’s why i’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”
“Dexter, the more and more we talk, the more confidence I see in you. By now I would have thought that you would have grown a scraggly beard and become depressed, like almost every other damn wrestler after loss. But you keep fighting. That’s why everyone picked you from the start. That’s what Shawn saw in you, what I see in you, what everyone sees in you. Even Demon sees it inside of you. He’s afraid. He knows you’re bound for bigger things, and eventually, you’ll surpass him. Might even be sooner than later. But take care of your body. Don’t be dumb. Don’t do that sh*t you did with The Roy; I don’t want to see you tumbling and jumping over ropes. What’s next on the horizon of the former champ huh?”
“Next on the horizon...Grudge. I face Demon. I’m not on the poster, but f*ck it; i’m going to beat him. After that, the boys and I are going to rip apart Anders and Bishop. Then i’m going to get the belt, be the king, then I’ll be the Superman of the WFWF.”
“Heh. You’re a crazy kid aren’t you.”
The two continue to converse, mostly about unrelated things, and overall Dex left the restaurant not only feeling more confident, but with the vigor inside of him ready to unleash come Grudge. Demon is the only thing that matters. And beating Demon will solidify him as a star, as the guy he wants to be, and as the true heir to his aching and dying idol, Shawn Malakai.
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The following days going forward were simply Dex perfecting his craft inside a small cramped warehouse gym. Dex continued to perfect his Judo takedowns, as well as his striking style on other aspiring independent workers. Working out and preparing for his bout at Grudge had completely overtaken his life, and his entire social life in general. He didn’t care. He probably received phone calls from the hottest models on the planet, to which he hung up before even answering. He was dedicated, focused, and the only thing on his mind was those weights, or how he was going to approach this competitor. Also during that time, Dex spent hours watching footage, analyzing Demon’s every move, from his debut match, to the main-event at Battle at the Garden. Now having come closer to the date, he’s stronger, focused, and ready to let all hell loose. Dex is in his final days before the match that he, his family, his friends, and his idol have all been waiting for. Will Dex get the retribution that he’s been aspiring for? Or will he fall for his third straight consecutive loss, this time, he’ll fall the hardest if he does indeed lose.
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September 2nd, 2014
JFK Airport, New York, NY
Dex was on his way to catch the plane, finally leaving the city where he had not only lost the WFWF title, but disappointed himself, and many as well. Saying his goodbyes to the great city Dex was met by Shawn Malakai, waiting for him to part ways to Indianapolis. Shawn was wearing simple clothing, and his weight, skinny, remained constant. Shawn blended in with the New York crowd, he didn’t appear to be any extraordinary man, but to Dex, and the millions of WFWF fans, he was. Dex wearing a black suit smirked as they sat down with the plane soon to arrive at 9:00pm.
“Dex, you gave it your all out there. I’m proud of you. You’ve only been here a year and you put more work in this business than anyone I’ve seen. You’ve grown, from a kid wearing a mask in Cinci, to a man that wants to defend the thing he loves.” Shawn says as he begins to pat the former champ on the back. Dex, inside, was confident. He knew that going up against Trace Demon, he would give it his all, with nothing held back. Dex had already forgotten his loss to an extent, but coming up empty handed to the hero who had entrusted everything to Dex, had brought all of those feelings back.
“Yeah, I tried. And i’m sorry, had I been in the ring. Had I stomped that son of a b*tch before he got up and pulled me down. I didn’t want to come back here empty handed. I wanted to come down here with the gold, my face on Time magazine, sexy chicks holding onto every limb, I wanted to come to you as the man you wanted me to be.”
“I don’t want you to be anything Dexter. We went over this last time before the event man, I picked you because you’re a good person regardless of who’s eyeing you down. I came down here to cheer you up. Buy you a coca-cola, and get you in the mindset for your match, it’s just you and him in that ring. Protect the WFWF.”
“Listen, Shawn, i’m sorry that i’ve become a burden. Dex is synonymous for being Malakai’s failed guinea pig experiment. I don’t want to be a damn guinea pig. Sometimes, I feel like everything I say is some damn deja vu out of some 90s tv-show. I want to continue your legacy. And me losing only made me look like more of a joke than I already am. I’m sorry man.”
“Heh. Sorry for what? You tried, that’s all that mattered.”
“Trying is another word for losing. The only thing that matters is that win talley, and that added check in the mail to know that I did something right in there.”
“You know it’s not that man, come on. You love this sport. Show everyone you love this sport, you don’t do it for the check in the mail and you know that. Demon threw you off, I get that. But don’t change Dex. Nothing about you needs any damn change, all you’ll get there with experience.”
“How’d you deal with it?”
“With what?”
“Being in the damn mid-card for eight years. You won the belt. Gave it to me. Then I lost it in, in my very first defense. I want to know how you feel about this. Ever since I was a kid, I looked up to Shawn Malakai. I wanted to be Shawn Malakai. The chance came and I impressed you, I gave my all, and in return, I come home to my hero empty handed. It’s a big f*ck you to the only person that’s ever truly believed in me from the get-go. I’ve had friends. But no one has had such an impact as you had on my life. You believed in me. And I came home as the chimp of NY.”
Shawn smirks at the comments made. “Chimp eh? If so, what does that make Trace? A flea? I stuck with it. I didn’t give up, I had the same attitude that you have. All I want is for you to go out there, and give it your all. Heart is all that matters at this point. You keep fighting and you’ll get there eventually.”
“I’m sorry. I’m a f*cking mess.”
“Don’t be. Go out past these gates and try. You’re the guy who’s going to change this industry whether you know it or not yet, everyone knows that this is only just the beginning of a long ass story. Beating Trace at Grudge will be the end of chapter one. After that, you write your own history. Don’t worry about this old man. You’ll be better than this old man.”
“Thanks for that. You probably made my ego raise by about a million percent.”
“Don’t be so pessimistic you twerp, haha. All I said is to believe in yourself. You do that, and that’s the only luck you need.”
“The plane has arrived. Please line in an ordinary fashion by letter, and board now. Thank you for choosing American Airlines on your flight to Indianapolis.” The woman says through the intercom, the masses of people stretching out from their seats and lining up around the line pillars.
“Coincidentally, looks like i’m gone Shawn. Listen, for real this time, we’re going to talk once I come home fresh off of a victory. I’m going to give you a gift, probably Demon’s scalp, or leg, or arm for that matter, but i’m going to show you what I failed to do in New York. I’m going to show every damn person in this world, that Dex isn’t an acronym for some stupid product, it isn’t the failed area 52 experiment created by Shawn, and it certainly isn’t some dumb Pokemon with eight legs. No. It’s this man right here. I’m going to cripple The Final Revolution, and restore order and peace into the WFWF.”
“God, sometimes you sound ripped straight from a comic book. I like that about you Dex. Now go line up and let this old man rest in this chair.”
“You coming to my after party when I beat Trace?”
“After party? Where at?”
“Indi, surprise me. I guess it’s time for us to part ways once more.”
“Yeah. Best of luck. Finish the job, end his bullsh*t. I beat him once, you finish him off with the knockout blow, do your best.”
“I will.” Dex says as he gets up and shakes the hand of Shawn Malakai, the handshake evolves into a hug of respect. Dex smiles, says his goodbyes, and files himself into the long line. Shawn means the world to Dex. Shawn has been Dex’s hero for years, and is still, to this day. And now that he has the confidence and belief of his hero, nothing will stop him. Even his greatest losses will be minuscule to him, for he now knows that his future is bright, the world is seen within him. And time will tell when he’ll become the king. Demon, is just the first man in his path to coronation. And when he’s dealt with, the WFWF will be restored. He boards the plane, ready for Grudge. Awaiting Trace Demon, with a chip on his shoulder.
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Every man reaches a point where despite his morals, despite his complex, despite all of that loaded bullsh*t; they have to do what they believe is right. What they deem fit no matter the circumstance. I’m in that situation. Demon pushed me to my very brink. He pushed me off of that metaphorical edge that I described myself in. My outrage at Battle at the Garden was evident of that, I was angry, caught up in the moment, and the only thing I cared about, was kicking his wannabe Brendon Urie ass.
My history with the spawn of idiocy goes way back. It all started out on Revolution, March 26th. Shawn Malakai, Crow, Thunder, and Trace Demon defeated the young hungry team of Dex, Mak Cross, Cam Nitta, and Devilkiller. All four men on the winning side were to be in a hell in a cell on the grandest stage of them all. That was my first taste. The first breath I’d ever had of Trace Demon, he was beyond me. Fast forward to Superbrawl, I got my first taste of success. I dethroned ZMaster while revealing my true self to the world, as contradictory as that may sound, I had nothing to fear. Nothing to lose, and everything to gain. I was a lone man in that match, the opposite of what I was at Battle at the Garden. But of course, everything that comes around, goes around. Demon who had been terrorizing the WFWF, as champion, is and was everything that he antagonized and fought against. He wants to be the man on the magazines, probably Playgirl, but I digress. He’s a hypocritical, piece of sh*t. He lost on that night. He lost to a aching cancer patient in his final hurrah. A man who he had deemed unworthy, had beaten him. Fast forward to Reborn, and i’m handed the WFWF championship by my idol. The man who had kicked the living piss out of Brendon Urie’s long lost aborted twin, I was on top of the world. But being on top didn’t mean a damn thing if you weren’t proven, and Ace Bennett and Drakz both who I would cross paths with later on, would criticize me. Later on, it became constant, a mainstay of the show. Almost every sentence had to be something negative about me and Shawn, which of course, led to me getting pissed the f*ck off, and continuously working my ass off to finally reach my first title defense. The eve before Battle at The Garden in Baltimore, I was defeated by Joe Bishop, Brendon Urie’s other long long long long LONG, lost aborted twin, except, this one is much uglier, and more like a Japanese Kamikaze soldier, than an actual wrestler. Anyways, following the match, Bishop sucked on off of Demon, and ended up beating me down. Fast forward a few minutes later and Jayson, my friend, contemplates hitting me with a chair. Drakz comes out, with his dumbass smirk and IQ of 10 to laugh, while Demon steals the belt, and makes a beeline for it. Despite him saying that I wasn’t the true champion, guess what, that fake b*tch didn’t win it either. Infact, him holding the belt made him just as much of a “fake” champion as I was. But Demon, as does Drakz, has an IQ of 10, but I would assume that it’s less than even that. Come Battle at the Garden, I was ready. Focused and poised, I put up a good fight. As did my opponents in Jayson Garrett, “the dog whisperer” Drakz, and the love child of the ugliest person in the world, and a dog, Trace Demon. But I’ll admit, the dog is more attractive than Demon will ever be. Demon pulled me away in the closing moments, I was running in the ring, about to slide into the ring to break the pinfall. But f*ck no. B*tch stole my chance. So I ended up beating him, until my knuckles felt like f*cking jello.
Know that we’re up to speed, I suppose I’ll progress. In conclusion, Demon is exactly everything that defines a demon. It astonishes me how he manages to quote the bible, when i’m sure that he and his DnD dweebs have the brain size of a mouse. Anyways, every story reaches a beginning, a climax, and a conclusion. My story is simply beginning, and Demon’s loss at Grudge will simply be the end of a chapter. While his book will be finalized, on the mat, lifeless. As good finally triumphs evil. Demon. You will be slain; chopped up into pieces and sold for cents on the Chinese black market. They’ll question why they paid cents for you, because well, you’re not worth a damn thing. I’ll break your little stable apart, I’ll free the WFWF, from your tyranny. It still astonishes me, how someone with your intellect could ever be considered an owner, of anything. I don’t want to be the owner of the WFWF. I want to restore peace, I want Lila Sleater to go out there and do her job without a sh*thead like you always wagging your finger.
Grudge. Is the coronation of something much grander than you Demon, it’s the beginning of your demise, the beginning of the era of Dex. And the day when the WFWF is freed. You’re simply step one, of my agenda.
OOC: Hope you enjoyed this piece. Really wanted to solidify my characters, and further build upon the base that I've set here. May or may not be my best, you decide. Please leave criticism, thanks for reading. I tried really hard on this one, and I think that it might be my longest piece to date.
I dont know good luck 
