Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2018 17:01:40 GMT -5
I walked in to the library, shutting the door tight behind me. Solitude at last. A man must have a sanctuary, and this is mine. I strolled over to the record player and put on Beethoven’s Fifth, before lighting a cigar and stretching out on the chaise longue. I let the music wash over me, a smile playing on my lips as I thought back to my WFWF debut at Back to Basics.
My thoughts were interrupted by the telephone on the desk, I walked over to it begrudgingly and lifted the receiver.
“Yes?!” I snapped.
“Hamilton? It’s Harvey.” came the reply.
Ah, yes. Harvey Green - my, for want of a better word, “agent”.
I cooled my temper, and spoke as gently as I was willing. “Yes, Harvey. What is it?”
“I’ve just heard from the WFWF - your debut match has been scheduled for their next show: New Day Rising.”
“I see. And the opponent?”
“Lazer. He was quite a big star in the AWA - he’s coming back. First time since, well…”
Harvey did not - and could not finish that sentence. I’d heard of Lazer, of course. He’d broken the stereotype of black men in wrestling - he’d found the glass ceiling and shattered it. But he blew it all with his wreckless lifestyle. After maiming his opponents, he maimed himself!
I chuckled, and it soon turned in to a deep laugh. Harvey said nothing - my coldness made him uncomfortable, something I enjoyed immensely. We finalised a few details, then ended the call.
I mentioned to Harvey that I knew of Lazer - but nothing after his “accident”. Upon doing some digging, I discovered he’d lived as a recluse, and only now - with the coaxing of Robert Callous - had he plucked up the courage to come back to the ring, and ergo - back in to the public eye. I swore then that I would send him straight back in to seclusion.
Oh yes, he might be half my age - but I came to WFWF for a reason. To dispense with undesirables! And Lazer falls right in to that category.
I gave a lot of thought to how I could hurt him before we got in to the ring, and I came up with something so delectable - I salivated at the thought…
Reporter: “Ladies and Gentlemen, I am here at the home of Hamilton K. Clarke - millionaire, aristocrat and professional wrestler. In a few moments, Mr Clarke will appear on the front steps of his home and make an address…the nature of which we are yet to learn…”
In the entrance hall of my home, I adjusted my tie and fixed my cufflinks. Harvey stood nervously nearby - he felt I was going too far. Good. That’s exactly what I wanted. I nodded to him, and reluctantly, he opened the door.
I stepped out on to the front steps. Cameras flashed away - I ignored them, stepping up to the podium.
I allowed the cameras to flash for a few moments, then halted them with a raised hand. I command respect - and they know it. Power and money maketh the man!
“As you are no doubt aware, I have recently signed with the WFWF. I recently learned that my opponent would be a man that many of you may not have heard of. Lazer. For those who don’t know, Lazer was once a promising wrestler - but he threw it all away because of his personal demons.
Oh, he suffered - paid the price for his life of debauchery! For now, he is disfigured! Facial wounds that transposed themselves in to scars - a reminder of his own stupidity. But the accident - the pain of it, the suffering - is nothing…NOTHING…compared to what I will do to him at New Day Rising.
This match is not about winning or losing to me - it is about making Lazer suffer a torment that is unimaginable.
I will rip…I will TEAR at those scars! I will draw the blood - until he begs for mercy. But I will not show it - not then, and certainly not now.”
I turned and ushered Harvey forward. He shook with nerves, and gave me one final silent plea. I snatched the envelope from him, then broke the seal.
“The thing that Lazer fears above anything else - is his face being seen. He hides behind a mask! A mask which I will remove by whatever means necessary at New Day Rising!
But, until then…”
I pulled out the sheaf of papers inside the envelope, and held up the first photgraph - a photo of Lazer in the hospital twelve years ago, exposing the horrific injuries. I continued on like this, showing photo after photo until they had all been shown. I smiled, then threw them up in to the air.
“Lazer is not my opponent. Lazer is my charity case!”
I laughed, then stepped back in to the house, Harvey rapidly shutting the door behind us.
That night, the images of Lazer’s face were plastered all over the media. It was a triumph for me - the sheer embarrasment! He’d been a recluse for twelve years - now I doubt he’ll even show up at New Day Rising…
My thoughts were interrupted by the telephone on the desk, I walked over to it begrudgingly and lifted the receiver.
“Yes?!” I snapped.
“Hamilton? It’s Harvey.” came the reply.
Ah, yes. Harvey Green - my, for want of a better word, “agent”.
I cooled my temper, and spoke as gently as I was willing. “Yes, Harvey. What is it?”
“I’ve just heard from the WFWF - your debut match has been scheduled for their next show: New Day Rising.”
“I see. And the opponent?”
“Lazer. He was quite a big star in the AWA - he’s coming back. First time since, well…”
Harvey did not - and could not finish that sentence. I’d heard of Lazer, of course. He’d broken the stereotype of black men in wrestling - he’d found the glass ceiling and shattered it. But he blew it all with his wreckless lifestyle. After maiming his opponents, he maimed himself!
I chuckled, and it soon turned in to a deep laugh. Harvey said nothing - my coldness made him uncomfortable, something I enjoyed immensely. We finalised a few details, then ended the call.
I mentioned to Harvey that I knew of Lazer - but nothing after his “accident”. Upon doing some digging, I discovered he’d lived as a recluse, and only now - with the coaxing of Robert Callous - had he plucked up the courage to come back to the ring, and ergo - back in to the public eye. I swore then that I would send him straight back in to seclusion.
Oh yes, he might be half my age - but I came to WFWF for a reason. To dispense with undesirables! And Lazer falls right in to that category.
I gave a lot of thought to how I could hurt him before we got in to the ring, and I came up with something so delectable - I salivated at the thought…
Reporter: “Ladies and Gentlemen, I am here at the home of Hamilton K. Clarke - millionaire, aristocrat and professional wrestler. In a few moments, Mr Clarke will appear on the front steps of his home and make an address…the nature of which we are yet to learn…”
In the entrance hall of my home, I adjusted my tie and fixed my cufflinks. Harvey stood nervously nearby - he felt I was going too far. Good. That’s exactly what I wanted. I nodded to him, and reluctantly, he opened the door.
I stepped out on to the front steps. Cameras flashed away - I ignored them, stepping up to the podium.
I allowed the cameras to flash for a few moments, then halted them with a raised hand. I command respect - and they know it. Power and money maketh the man!
“As you are no doubt aware, I have recently signed with the WFWF. I recently learned that my opponent would be a man that many of you may not have heard of. Lazer. For those who don’t know, Lazer was once a promising wrestler - but he threw it all away because of his personal demons.
Oh, he suffered - paid the price for his life of debauchery! For now, he is disfigured! Facial wounds that transposed themselves in to scars - a reminder of his own stupidity. But the accident - the pain of it, the suffering - is nothing…NOTHING…compared to what I will do to him at New Day Rising.
This match is not about winning or losing to me - it is about making Lazer suffer a torment that is unimaginable.
I will rip…I will TEAR at those scars! I will draw the blood - until he begs for mercy. But I will not show it - not then, and certainly not now.”
I turned and ushered Harvey forward. He shook with nerves, and gave me one final silent plea. I snatched the envelope from him, then broke the seal.
“The thing that Lazer fears above anything else - is his face being seen. He hides behind a mask! A mask which I will remove by whatever means necessary at New Day Rising!
But, until then…”
I pulled out the sheaf of papers inside the envelope, and held up the first photgraph - a photo of Lazer in the hospital twelve years ago, exposing the horrific injuries. I continued on like this, showing photo after photo until they had all been shown. I smiled, then threw them up in to the air.
“Lazer is not my opponent. Lazer is my charity case!”
I laughed, then stepped back in to the house, Harvey rapidly shutting the door behind us.
That night, the images of Lazer’s face were plastered all over the media. It was a triumph for me - the sheer embarrasment! He’d been a recluse for twelve years - now I doubt he’ll even show up at New Day Rising…