Post by Thunder on Jun 20, 2007 10:58:57 GMT -5
It’s almost time.
My chance at becoming International Champion is getting closer. For so long, I’ve been a star of the tag division, but never being able to go further. My time is coming soon, but there is one more hurdle before I get there. One more match.
And so, on this final Felo-De-Se before Veni Vidi Vici my feud with Yukio Blaze will have another chapter added, another confrontation. I can’t complain about this, because I will be pleased to get another shot at revenge against the man that stole the WFWF Tag Team Titles away from me. One could say I got some measure of revenge by winning the gauntlet match and not him, but anyone who watched that match knows that is not the case. I’m ecstatic that I won that match, don’t get me wrong, but the fact is I didn’t deserve to win that match. I was laid out by Obo and had no real hopes of being anything more than a basket case for the remainder of the match. If it wasn’t for my foresight in knocking out the ref, I certainly wouldn’t have a shot at the International Title. It would be Yukio, not me. And then by pure luck, CBT for whatever reason decides to run down and clonk Yukio with the International Title. Next thing I know I get an International Title shot without doing anything to Yukio. Did I deserve that? Probably not, but all that matters is that I am getting that title shot. But did I really get any measure of revenge against Yukio? The answer is a hearty no. I don’t just want to defeat this man because somebody else knocked him out with a title belt. I want to inflict that pain myself, by my own hands. I now finally get a chance to get my hands on the man responsible for taking my first taste of WFWF gold in almost three years. I will get WFWF gold again at Veni Vidi Vici, but before then, I get sweet sweet revenge.
But we’re not alone in this match, no. Tag team partners Master of Destruction Mikael West will also be involved, and surely will be working together. Logic would suggest that Yukio and myself team up so we have a fighting chance in this match, but that sure as hell isn’t happening. Honestly, these two guys aren’t a concern to me. They probably are to Yukio since a win for himself and them would mean defending the Tag Titles against them. MOD and West can fight it out with Yukio if they so please, but the only thing I want is to get my hands on him during the course of that match. Pinning Yukio would be a nice added bonus, but dropping him on his several times may be enough to satisfy what I need to let out on Yukio.
All of these thoughts and many, many more were running through my head as I was making my final preparations before leaving for my drive to the arena. Obviously, flying is normally my transport of choice, but I was lucky enough to have Felo-De-Se this week held right near my backyard in Manhattan. This sure isn’t my hometown (that would be Pittsburgh), but it sure is nice to leave the mansion and know that not too long from now I’ll be in the arena. No long flights, no rushing and getting up early. This really is as perfect as it can be, and it’ll just be better when I step in the ring.
I had already put on a white Oxford shirt and black slacks when I entered the walk-in closest looking for the rest of what I could wear to the arena. Under the massive collection of sports coats, on the very bottom of the closet, were the shoes. I selected a black pair and put them over the black socks there on my feet. Afterwards, I took one of the nearly identical red ties and black sports coat and put those on as well. Now everything was complete. I grabbed the black gym bag containing my gear off the bed and was walking out of the bedroom when I remembered that Stacy wanted me to call her. Because the show is so close, Stacy is attending tonight. She had wanted to come to the arena when I left, but I said it would be better if she came around a little later once I was ready. Now I guessed five would be good (it was 3:00 right now), so I called.
My chance at becoming International Champion is getting closer. For so long, I’ve been a star of the tag division, but never being able to go further. My time is coming soon, but there is one more hurdle before I get there. One more match.
And so, on this final Felo-De-Se before Veni Vidi Vici my feud with Yukio Blaze will have another chapter added, another confrontation. I can’t complain about this, because I will be pleased to get another shot at revenge against the man that stole the WFWF Tag Team Titles away from me. One could say I got some measure of revenge by winning the gauntlet match and not him, but anyone who watched that match knows that is not the case. I’m ecstatic that I won that match, don’t get me wrong, but the fact is I didn’t deserve to win that match. I was laid out by Obo and had no real hopes of being anything more than a basket case for the remainder of the match. If it wasn’t for my foresight in knocking out the ref, I certainly wouldn’t have a shot at the International Title. It would be Yukio, not me. And then by pure luck, CBT for whatever reason decides to run down and clonk Yukio with the International Title. Next thing I know I get an International Title shot without doing anything to Yukio. Did I deserve that? Probably not, but all that matters is that I am getting that title shot. But did I really get any measure of revenge against Yukio? The answer is a hearty no. I don’t just want to defeat this man because somebody else knocked him out with a title belt. I want to inflict that pain myself, by my own hands. I now finally get a chance to get my hands on the man responsible for taking my first taste of WFWF gold in almost three years. I will get WFWF gold again at Veni Vidi Vici, but before then, I get sweet sweet revenge.
But we’re not alone in this match, no. Tag team partners Master of Destruction Mikael West will also be involved, and surely will be working together. Logic would suggest that Yukio and myself team up so we have a fighting chance in this match, but that sure as hell isn’t happening. Honestly, these two guys aren’t a concern to me. They probably are to Yukio since a win for himself and them would mean defending the Tag Titles against them. MOD and West can fight it out with Yukio if they so please, but the only thing I want is to get my hands on him during the course of that match. Pinning Yukio would be a nice added bonus, but dropping him on his several times may be enough to satisfy what I need to let out on Yukio.
All of these thoughts and many, many more were running through my head as I was making my final preparations before leaving for my drive to the arena. Obviously, flying is normally my transport of choice, but I was lucky enough to have Felo-De-Se this week held right near my backyard in Manhattan. This sure isn’t my hometown (that would be Pittsburgh), but it sure is nice to leave the mansion and know that not too long from now I’ll be in the arena. No long flights, no rushing and getting up early. This really is as perfect as it can be, and it’ll just be better when I step in the ring.
I had already put on a white Oxford shirt and black slacks when I entered the walk-in closest looking for the rest of what I could wear to the arena. Under the massive collection of sports coats, on the very bottom of the closet, were the shoes. I selected a black pair and put them over the black socks there on my feet. Afterwards, I took one of the nearly identical red ties and black sports coat and put those on as well. Now everything was complete. I grabbed the black gym bag containing my gear off the bed and was walking out of the bedroom when I remembered that Stacy wanted me to call her. Because the show is so close, Stacy is attending tonight. She had wanted to come to the arena when I left, but I said it would be better if she came around a little later once I was ready. Now I guessed five would be good (it was 3:00 right now), so I called.
“Stacy?” I said when she answered the call.
“Hey, Michael,” she replied. “Are you leaving now?”
“Yeah. Stop over around five. Is that fine?”
“That’s okay. Well, you better get going. Love you, bye.”
“Bye.”
As soon as I hung up, I realized that she was expecting me to say that I loved her back, but of course I didn’t. Do I love her, or would I have said that just to satisfy her?
No time to think about that now. I walked downstairs and got into the limo. Soon I had been driven to the place where I would wrestle in a short period of time. As I began walking towards that gigantic steel structure called a stadium, the wind blew back my hair. Finally, I reached the entrance. My hand opened the door and I walked inside.
Revenge awaits…[/left]
