Post by Davey Ortega on Nov 17, 2013 7:40:52 GMT
The scene opens in the unfamiliar setting of a house blanketed in fresh snow. We slowly zoom in on a window with light gently illuminating from it. Inside we see it is a child's room. A boy to be more precise as we see action figures and posters of various wrestlers, most notable one half of the IWF Tag Team Champions Alex Jones featured on the wall behind the bed. The suspicion is confirmed when a little boy comes scampering in the room, no more than eight at first glance. He quickly climbs into bed and gets settled in.
Dad! I'm in bed!
Before long the father comes in to the scene and it is a person whom we should all know well. Dr. James Preston, former psychiatrist to, and friend of Davey Ortega walk into the room with three books in his hand.
Preston: Every night we are getting better at this. Did you brush your teeth?
Son: Yes.
Preston: Good boy. So which story should it be? The thief who stumbled upon vast fortune owned by the corrupt King? Or the Princess who is waiting for her one true love to come and rescue her?
Son: Come on, Dad. Their is only one story I want to hear.
The little boy smiles and Preston sets the books down, walking to the edge of the bed sitting down.
Preston: Again? You have heard the story three times this week.
Son: But it's soooo good! Plus it changes every time you tell it.
Preston: That's because it's not in a book, it's your old man's imagination.
Son: Well I like it.
Preston: All the encouragement I needed. Ahem...
Their was a man who lived in an abandoned building. This building housed many doors, doors the housed individual fantasies, dreams, and wishes. Though these doors were kept under lock and key, a key held by The Smart Man. The Smart Man would wander the halls, making sure the many doors stay closed. Though he was not only the keeper of doors, he was also the smartest man in existence.
Son: Smarter than Einstein?
Preston: Smarter than Einstein AND Stephen Hawking. Though his intelligence fostered a deep depression. A sadness. Something he has worked his entire life to satisfy and once my son, he thought he did....
Unlike his predecessors he was physically fit. A man of great intelligence and agility, he set out to make his own name. He wanted to have a separate identity and that led him to the ring. He found a natural ability for causing pain to his opponents, not to mention being able to out smart them at every turn. At first he saw it as his way out. His way of establishing himself as his own. Although that much ambition can cause a blind spot, even for The Smart Man. He decided too get the odds in his favor, creating the first stable ever to come out of the company. The Smart Man needed allies because he was on a collision course with an ''icon'' of the sport. Though he made a grave mistake...
Son: The God of Xtreme?
Preston: Yes, but we are getting ahead of ourselves. The Smart Man soon found himself in battle with the Icon himself. The battle raged on, neither one willing to give an inch. That battle was talked about long after the dust settled, and saw the Icon, not The Smart Man, emerge victorious. The stag was soon set for a rematch, because no one believed the Icon could dispatch The Smart Man a second time, no one believed this more than The Smart Man himself. So when the time came for The Smart Man to deliver on his promises something...something so terrible happened. He was betrayed. He was betrayed by a close friend of his and second in command of his Empire, The God of Xtreme. He manipulated all the members of the Empire to attack The Smart Man, beating him down and unceremoniously tossed from his own creation. After that, The God of Xtreme went on to best the Icon, something that didn't sit well with The Smart Man. A few weeks after The Smart Man resurfaced from the hostile takeover, he seemed more motivated than ever. Going after those that betrayed him and those who choose to side with The Icon. These events would lead to a fateful day. Even now, six years later what happened on that night still haunts The Smart Man.
Son: What happened?
Preston: He was given an opportunity. He so desperately wanted to prove he was superior, not just to the God of Xtreme and the Icon, but to everyone. So the head of the company granted his wish, and was given his shot to prove his greatness. He stepped inside a contraption of demonic design. He looked right into the eyes of the God of Xtreme, the matches creator and he failed. What happened to The Smart Man inside that place changed him. After that match many said he was simply not the same. He had lost a piece of himself forever, and slowly withdrew. He soon began doing awful things.
Son: What things?
Preston: Things that will give little boys nightmares. Things that people just shouldn't do. It was around this time when The Smart Man began fading out of the publics eye, soon being relegated to nothing more but a joke.
Son: Such a sad story Dad. Whatever happened to him?
Preston: Yes it is a sad story. One that I have often ended here, but the story does not end there. Their is a moral to this story, Justin. One I have wanted to teach you for awhile. You see, The Smart Man has resurfaced. At first no one thought much of it, thinking it would just be one of the many times he made a noise then quietly went back into the shadows. Though this time is different, he entered a new company much like the old one. Though he only entered for one reason. Revenge.
Justin: Revenge?
Preston: Not the moral I want you to learn. Though yes, he entered the new company knowing a certain someone was there. His treacherous second in command, The God of Xtreme. From the moment he entered the new company he voiced what he wanted and do you know what everyones reaction was? Laughter. You see son, no one believed in The Smart Man anymore. Everyone thought he was a relic from another time, and will soon return to the past where he belongs. Do you know what The Smart Man did, son?
Justin: No.
Preston: He shrugged them off. He didn't let any words discourage him. When people told him he would never achieve what he wants he would just prove them wrong. Now this is the lesson I want you to learn, when nobody believed in him he never lost belief in himself. The Smart Man had endure so much to learn that lesson himself, and that way is not the way I want you to learn to believe in yourself.
Preston smiles at his son, who smiles back as he snuggles in bed. Preston gets up from the bed waking over the door, finger gently touching the light switch.
Justin: Dad?
Preston: Yes, son?
Justin: Do you think The Smart Man will get The God of Xtreme?
Preston: I do. I do believe he will get another opportunity and I believe he will be able to do what everyone else so desperately wants to do. Rewrite their history. I believe this because of subtle changes in The Smart Man. He may still be missing a piece of himself he has found a way to turn it from a negative to a positive. I also believe The God of Xtreme, no matter what he may say, is afraid of The Smart Man.
Justin: Afraid? Why would he be afraid of someone who has beaten before?
Preston: Well it's very simple Justin. Gods run...when a smart man turns good.
With that the lights go out, leaving Justin to ponder his fathers parting words as Preston steps out of the room and closes the door behind him. He smiles, hoping his son understands the importance of the story. He turns only to receive a shock. A woman was standing in the hall way, holding a glass of Jack Daniels. Preston sighed at the sight of her, walking past her with out so much as a word.
Woman: Why do you tell him that story?
Preston: Because it's his favorite.
Woman: Only because you told him it the first time.
Preston continues down the stairs to the living room, the woman a few steps behind.
Preston: Barbra, I don't want to have this conversation again.
Barbra: You are making that soulless bastard into some sort of hero for our son.
Preston: He is not soulless.
Barbra: All those years you spent with him, you left me and Justin to kowtow to him. Do not tell me he is anything but toxic.
Preston: He is a good man, he was just dealt a bad hand.
Barbra: Good man?
She picks up the remote on the stand, turning the TV on CNN.
Barbra: There is your good man.
A picture of Davey Ortega, with Jason and Cass, are shown on the right hand screen as the anchorwoman goes through the story of Davey assaulting roughly fifty people with golf balls. Preston's face transforms from annoyed to concern. He stands up quickly, getting closer to the TV to make sure he is seeing who he is seeing.
Preston: It's her...
Preston quickly leaves the room and goes up stairs, pulling out his cell phone frantically dialing a number. After a few rings he gets the answering machine. He soon begins to leave a message that will not be heard by his former friend.
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Nine days.
In nine days I will cash in my reward for besting Xavier Cross when I am standing opposite of the one man I have been begging to get my hands on ever since I arrived here in IWF. People think that all my focus is on Survival of the Fittest, and while it does dominate my mind it is not my only concern. This Monday I will team with a man who I will have to team with in nine days, a man who I have had a run in with a few weeks ago. Mason, I want you to know that I don't harbor any ill will towards you. I can take a loss with grace, despite what people may think or even try to tell you. This week we are expected to perform as a cohesive unit, a situation I am all to familiar with. When I first arrived in IWF I was thrown with many tag partners, one night standers that were pitted against real teams. Real teams that thought much like our opponents, that just because me and insert name here was not a team we had zero chance.
By the way, I developed a reputation for being able to team with anyone and take out established teams.
So you are in good hands Mason, I may not be a ''tag team guy'' but that does not mean I don't know how to be. Though I look at our opponents, The Defenders of the Realm, and I am not overly impressed. Sure they got the ''big win'' last week beating License to Kill, a team who bravely stood on the sidelines for...how many weeks? Though all that was after Mike Machado sent his tag team partner out alone, yeah...class act.
Mike, I have had my eye on your for awhile. Not because you have been the major success story, or because you are a budding under dog. It's because for so long I have wanted to walk right up to you, looking into your beady rat eyes and tell you with absolutely no hesitation that your mustache is the source of all your shortcomings. People view you as a joke, partly because of your antics, though for me mostly for your looks. I look at you and I just can't help but laugh. You do know you look like a closeted rapist, right?
Good bye mustache, hello molestache.
Though I guess I shouldn't rip you down based on your looks, but your skills...or accomplishments. Or should I say lack their of in both departments. I remember how big of a deal you used to be, Mike. For a little while the world watched as you went on your little cruise to the Cruiser Weight Title, remember? Though your cruise quickly turned into a shipwreck when you came crashing down from the ladder. All that time spent on you just for you to fail. You had your chance to be a hero then, and you simply couldn't measure up. Mike, I think you want to be a hero for the wrong reason, you want the recognition and praise for being the one to bring down Spike Kane and his evil Empire. You want the shiny strap and all the perks that come with it...that is not the mark of a hero, that is just a symbol of greed. So far everyone has stated their reasons for wanting Spike...
Revenge for being beaten down...
...Or for being stabbed in the back
To beat him on a professional level, to finally have that win
To be the hero that this company so desperately needs.
None of them good enough in my eyes. I am seeking something more meaningful then revenge. Coveted more than a win...and when I achieve it I don't need people loudly cheering my name because I did it. What I seek is my redemption, to become whole again.
Mike that is something I don't think you can understand, I don't think you have ever truly had a piece of you taken from you. Ripped from your very core that you are left alone, and unable to recover. I have worked for far too long to let anyone get in my way, including you....and your partner. Hell, I will bitch slap your little princess Sophia if she decides to interfere in our match.
A-llonsy
Dad! I'm in bed!
Before long the father comes in to the scene and it is a person whom we should all know well. Dr. James Preston, former psychiatrist to, and friend of Davey Ortega walk into the room with three books in his hand.
Preston: Every night we are getting better at this. Did you brush your teeth?
Son: Yes.
Preston: Good boy. So which story should it be? The thief who stumbled upon vast fortune owned by the corrupt King? Or the Princess who is waiting for her one true love to come and rescue her?
Son: Come on, Dad. Their is only one story I want to hear.
The little boy smiles and Preston sets the books down, walking to the edge of the bed sitting down.
Preston: Again? You have heard the story three times this week.
Son: But it's soooo good! Plus it changes every time you tell it.
Preston: That's because it's not in a book, it's your old man's imagination.
Son: Well I like it.
Preston: All the encouragement I needed. Ahem...
Their was a man who lived in an abandoned building. This building housed many doors, doors the housed individual fantasies, dreams, and wishes. Though these doors were kept under lock and key, a key held by The Smart Man. The Smart Man would wander the halls, making sure the many doors stay closed. Though he was not only the keeper of doors, he was also the smartest man in existence.
Son: Smarter than Einstein?
Preston: Smarter than Einstein AND Stephen Hawking. Though his intelligence fostered a deep depression. A sadness. Something he has worked his entire life to satisfy and once my son, he thought he did....
Unlike his predecessors he was physically fit. A man of great intelligence and agility, he set out to make his own name. He wanted to have a separate identity and that led him to the ring. He found a natural ability for causing pain to his opponents, not to mention being able to out smart them at every turn. At first he saw it as his way out. His way of establishing himself as his own. Although that much ambition can cause a blind spot, even for The Smart Man. He decided too get the odds in his favor, creating the first stable ever to come out of the company. The Smart Man needed allies because he was on a collision course with an ''icon'' of the sport. Though he made a grave mistake...
Son: The God of Xtreme?
Preston: Yes, but we are getting ahead of ourselves. The Smart Man soon found himself in battle with the Icon himself. The battle raged on, neither one willing to give an inch. That battle was talked about long after the dust settled, and saw the Icon, not The Smart Man, emerge victorious. The stag was soon set for a rematch, because no one believed the Icon could dispatch The Smart Man a second time, no one believed this more than The Smart Man himself. So when the time came for The Smart Man to deliver on his promises something...something so terrible happened. He was betrayed. He was betrayed by a close friend of his and second in command of his Empire, The God of Xtreme. He manipulated all the members of the Empire to attack The Smart Man, beating him down and unceremoniously tossed from his own creation. After that, The God of Xtreme went on to best the Icon, something that didn't sit well with The Smart Man. A few weeks after The Smart Man resurfaced from the hostile takeover, he seemed more motivated than ever. Going after those that betrayed him and those who choose to side with The Icon. These events would lead to a fateful day. Even now, six years later what happened on that night still haunts The Smart Man.
Son: What happened?
Preston: He was given an opportunity. He so desperately wanted to prove he was superior, not just to the God of Xtreme and the Icon, but to everyone. So the head of the company granted his wish, and was given his shot to prove his greatness. He stepped inside a contraption of demonic design. He looked right into the eyes of the God of Xtreme, the matches creator and he failed. What happened to The Smart Man inside that place changed him. After that match many said he was simply not the same. He had lost a piece of himself forever, and slowly withdrew. He soon began doing awful things.
Son: What things?
Preston: Things that will give little boys nightmares. Things that people just shouldn't do. It was around this time when The Smart Man began fading out of the publics eye, soon being relegated to nothing more but a joke.
Son: Such a sad story Dad. Whatever happened to him?
Preston: Yes it is a sad story. One that I have often ended here, but the story does not end there. Their is a moral to this story, Justin. One I have wanted to teach you for awhile. You see, The Smart Man has resurfaced. At first no one thought much of it, thinking it would just be one of the many times he made a noise then quietly went back into the shadows. Though this time is different, he entered a new company much like the old one. Though he only entered for one reason. Revenge.
Justin: Revenge?
Preston: Not the moral I want you to learn. Though yes, he entered the new company knowing a certain someone was there. His treacherous second in command, The God of Xtreme. From the moment he entered the new company he voiced what he wanted and do you know what everyones reaction was? Laughter. You see son, no one believed in The Smart Man anymore. Everyone thought he was a relic from another time, and will soon return to the past where he belongs. Do you know what The Smart Man did, son?
Justin: No.
Preston: He shrugged them off. He didn't let any words discourage him. When people told him he would never achieve what he wants he would just prove them wrong. Now this is the lesson I want you to learn, when nobody believed in him he never lost belief in himself. The Smart Man had endure so much to learn that lesson himself, and that way is not the way I want you to learn to believe in yourself.
Preston smiles at his son, who smiles back as he snuggles in bed. Preston gets up from the bed waking over the door, finger gently touching the light switch.
Justin: Dad?
Preston: Yes, son?
Justin: Do you think The Smart Man will get The God of Xtreme?
Preston: I do. I do believe he will get another opportunity and I believe he will be able to do what everyone else so desperately wants to do. Rewrite their history. I believe this because of subtle changes in The Smart Man. He may still be missing a piece of himself he has found a way to turn it from a negative to a positive. I also believe The God of Xtreme, no matter what he may say, is afraid of The Smart Man.
Justin: Afraid? Why would he be afraid of someone who has beaten before?
Preston: Well it's very simple Justin. Gods run...when a smart man turns good.
With that the lights go out, leaving Justin to ponder his fathers parting words as Preston steps out of the room and closes the door behind him. He smiles, hoping his son understands the importance of the story. He turns only to receive a shock. A woman was standing in the hall way, holding a glass of Jack Daniels. Preston sighed at the sight of her, walking past her with out so much as a word.
Woman: Why do you tell him that story?
Preston: Because it's his favorite.
Woman: Only because you told him it the first time.
Preston continues down the stairs to the living room, the woman a few steps behind.
Preston: Barbra, I don't want to have this conversation again.
Barbra: You are making that soulless bastard into some sort of hero for our son.
Preston: He is not soulless.
Barbra: All those years you spent with him, you left me and Justin to kowtow to him. Do not tell me he is anything but toxic.
Preston: He is a good man, he was just dealt a bad hand.
Barbra: Good man?
She picks up the remote on the stand, turning the TV on CNN.
Barbra: There is your good man.
A picture of Davey Ortega, with Jason and Cass, are shown on the right hand screen as the anchorwoman goes through the story of Davey assaulting roughly fifty people with golf balls. Preston's face transforms from annoyed to concern. He stands up quickly, getting closer to the TV to make sure he is seeing who he is seeing.
Preston: It's her...
Preston quickly leaves the room and goes up stairs, pulling out his cell phone frantically dialing a number. After a few rings he gets the answering machine. He soon begins to leave a message that will not be heard by his former friend.
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Nine days.
In nine days I will cash in my reward for besting Xavier Cross when I am standing opposite of the one man I have been begging to get my hands on ever since I arrived here in IWF. People think that all my focus is on Survival of the Fittest, and while it does dominate my mind it is not my only concern. This Monday I will team with a man who I will have to team with in nine days, a man who I have had a run in with a few weeks ago. Mason, I want you to know that I don't harbor any ill will towards you. I can take a loss with grace, despite what people may think or even try to tell you. This week we are expected to perform as a cohesive unit, a situation I am all to familiar with. When I first arrived in IWF I was thrown with many tag partners, one night standers that were pitted against real teams. Real teams that thought much like our opponents, that just because me and insert name here was not a team we had zero chance.
By the way, I developed a reputation for being able to team with anyone and take out established teams.
So you are in good hands Mason, I may not be a ''tag team guy'' but that does not mean I don't know how to be. Though I look at our opponents, The Defenders of the Realm, and I am not overly impressed. Sure they got the ''big win'' last week beating License to Kill, a team who bravely stood on the sidelines for...how many weeks? Though all that was after Mike Machado sent his tag team partner out alone, yeah...class act.
Mike, I have had my eye on your for awhile. Not because you have been the major success story, or because you are a budding under dog. It's because for so long I have wanted to walk right up to you, looking into your beady rat eyes and tell you with absolutely no hesitation that your mustache is the source of all your shortcomings. People view you as a joke, partly because of your antics, though for me mostly for your looks. I look at you and I just can't help but laugh. You do know you look like a closeted rapist, right?
Good bye mustache, hello molestache.
Though I guess I shouldn't rip you down based on your looks, but your skills...or accomplishments. Or should I say lack their of in both departments. I remember how big of a deal you used to be, Mike. For a little while the world watched as you went on your little cruise to the Cruiser Weight Title, remember? Though your cruise quickly turned into a shipwreck when you came crashing down from the ladder. All that time spent on you just for you to fail. You had your chance to be a hero then, and you simply couldn't measure up. Mike, I think you want to be a hero for the wrong reason, you want the recognition and praise for being the one to bring down Spike Kane and his evil Empire. You want the shiny strap and all the perks that come with it...that is not the mark of a hero, that is just a symbol of greed. So far everyone has stated their reasons for wanting Spike...
Revenge for being beaten down...
...Or for being stabbed in the back
To beat him on a professional level, to finally have that win
To be the hero that this company so desperately needs.
None of them good enough in my eyes. I am seeking something more meaningful then revenge. Coveted more than a win...and when I achieve it I don't need people loudly cheering my name because I did it. What I seek is my redemption, to become whole again.
Mike that is something I don't think you can understand, I don't think you have ever truly had a piece of you taken from you. Ripped from your very core that you are left alone, and unable to recover. I have worked for far too long to let anyone get in my way, including you....and your partner. Hell, I will bitch slap your little princess Sophia if she decides to interfere in our match.
A-llonsy
Well howdy there pardner.