Post by Shelly Diamond on Feb 23, 2016 21:40:37 GMT
I see here face almost every night now when I close my eyes, her tear stained caramel flesh, the blood curdling screams piercing my ears and the feel of the cold steel in my shaky hands.
”Akhiro, what are you doing?”
Her soothing voice sending chills down my spine as the pain of that day comes flooding back to me in my sleep. I try to wake up, to tell myself that it is just a dream, that I can’t change things this time and so I allow everything to play out all over again.
”Akhiro!”
The gun misfires in my hand, the black powder burning my flesh as I drop to my knees, the three other dark figures in the room laughing at me, at us. I reach for her, my beloved, Alejandra but a gun shot shatters my ear drums as she goes limp on the floor.
”Akhiro! What are you doing!?”
Laura stands before me, her blond hair at her shoulders for a change and her eyes burning red with anger as she glares at me.
”Hello! Earth to Akhiro! Are you in there!?”
She reaches for my head but my hand snaps to life and grips her by the wrist, she smiles at me.
”There’s my little killer.”
”Do not call me that.”
I throw her hand aside but she only laughs at this gesture as I turn my back on her.
”Oh, feisty today aren’t we?”
”I have no patience for your games today.”
”Oh this isn’t a game, Akhiro. You’ve got your first title defense this weekend and while Roberto Verona has done us the honor of gift wrapping you an easy opponent that doesn’t mean you get to take a week off from training.”
I refocus on the heavy bag before me, pushing away last nights nightmare and the voice I long to hear again.
”I am aware.”
”Are you? Because from where I’m standing it looks like you were day dreaming. Tell me…”
She caresses my shoulder with her right hand as her lips graze the ear holes in my mask.
”Were you dreaming about me?”
Without warning I lay a heavy kick with my right foot into the side of the bag sending it swinging as she moved back with another little giggle.
”Oh Akhiro, I admire your devout determination to this stoic personality but you and I both know there is a caged beast in your heart. I think it’s about time you let him out.”
I kick the bag again and again like a fully automatic machine gun, seeing the faces of the dark figures from my nightmares with each one, imaging my foot is the gun and this time it does not misfire.
”Fine, pretend I’m not here. Just remember, I got you to where you are, without me you’d be nothing.”
I spin on my heels grabbing her viciously, violently, throwing her down on the black gym mat at our feet. My hands moving to tear away her panties as she grins devilishly at me. She pushes my black gym shorts down, I plunge myself deep into her and she moans with a grin.
”There’s my killer.”
I feel myself slip into the emptiness of her eyes and the rawness of her touch…
”Jayson Matthews?”
Laura Howlett stands strong and proud before the camera, her voluptuous body wrapped tightly in a dark red skirt and jacket, her blond hair once more pulled back into a tight bun, red lips pursed into a grin.
”Roberto Verona has really gone above and beyond the call of duty to dig through the dregs of the Imperial Wrestling roster to find us a “worthy” opponent.”
She silently snickers to herself.
”I’m sorry, worthy is the wrong word, using Jayson Matthews and the word “Worthy” in the same sentence is truly an insult to anyone who has ever stepped foot inside of a Man of Steel Cage. No, the word I’m looking for is “Throw-Away” and yes it’s one word if you insert a hyphen between them.”
“Throw-Away.”
“You see, Jayson, when we made our little deal with the devil to dethrone Rob Diamond and expose him for the failure that he is we were promised certain things and one of them was a never ending supply of people like you. People that my client could viciously and violently dispose of when he steps foot inside a wrestling ring because the people at home and the boys in the back need to know what he is capable of.”
“They need to be aware of how dangerous he is.”
“While I’m sure you see this as some sort of golden opportunity to show the world that Jayson Matthews still has it, the sad truth is that you never had it Jayson. You were never one of the top stars back in that bush league back water promotion that our proud boss and Imperial Champion crushed within his iron grip. You were a throw-away then and you’re a throw-away now. Someone Imperial Wrestling puts before their true stars to display how truly amazing and powerful they are. You’re like a crash test dummy for professional wrestling, your only purpose in life is to be destroyed over and over again.”
Laura smiles as she turns her head to look at the large screen behind us which now shows a picture of Jayson Matthews laying in the rubble of a table.
”By all means Jayson, tell yourself that things are going to be different, that you’re going to step into the ring with my client and finally live up to all that untapped potential you supposedly have. After all it isn’t myself or my client who you will be disappointing for the hundredth time, it’ll only be yourself. And while you’re laying on the mat wondering just how much blood you lost inside that cage I will be holding my client’s hand high up in victory laughing at how pathetic you look beneath our feet.”
Laura takes a step back to present me with the Man of Steel Championship tightly wrapped around my waist.
”Mr Matthews, I need you to know before we go any further that it took me two long years wrestling all over South America to build up enough of a reputation to be considered for a spot on the Imperial Wrestling roster. From there I have had to wrestle against some of the top talents in the world and prove myself worthy of this spot, worthy of a full time contract and worthy of my Man of Steel Championship. I got here through hard work, through shedding blood and breaking bones and not necessarily my own…”
My upper lip quivers into a sneer.
”So when I see someone like you, a low brow comedy act, getting signed to Imperial Wrestling simply because you were a “name” somewhere else I cannot help myself but to be disgusted. You did not earn your spot on this roster, you did not fight for it, you simply glided in on the coat tails of the mediocre career you had in another company. You like Nighthawk and Jake Keeton think your precious careers matter to men like myself.”
“It does not.”
“The only thing that matters to me is what you have done in Imperial Wrestling and when I look at your lackluster beginning here I see nothing worthy worrying about. You are a clown, a comedian, a man who concerns himself with the thoughts and feelings of the fans, bending over backward to entertain them like a side show attraction as if they will remember anything you have ever done once your career is over.”
“They will not.”
“Once you fade back into obscurity so too will every match, every moment you spent underneath the Imperial Wrestling banner. Everything you have done here will fade away to be forgotten forever. That is your professional wrestling legacy and nothing you do in our match will change that Mr Matthews. You are incapable of doing what needs to be done to succeed, incapable of surpassing your potential. You are weak of mind and body, feeble in every way imaginable and it will be my absolute pleasure to see your body battered and broken in the middle of my ring.”
It’s simple Jayson, my client is the future of professional wrestling, he will be the man everyone after him will aspire to be and the man everyone before him will be afraid to face. You’re not the past, you’re not the present and come Sunday night you will not have a future.
I lunge forward so my face engulfs the camera.
”FEAR THE FUTURE!”
And our scene fades to black…
”Akhiro, what are you doing?”
Her soothing voice sending chills down my spine as the pain of that day comes flooding back to me in my sleep. I try to wake up, to tell myself that it is just a dream, that I can’t change things this time and so I allow everything to play out all over again.
”Akhiro!”
The gun misfires in my hand, the black powder burning my flesh as I drop to my knees, the three other dark figures in the room laughing at me, at us. I reach for her, my beloved, Alejandra but a gun shot shatters my ear drums as she goes limp on the floor.
”Akhiro! What are you doing!?”
Laura stands before me, her blond hair at her shoulders for a change and her eyes burning red with anger as she glares at me.
”Hello! Earth to Akhiro! Are you in there!?”
She reaches for my head but my hand snaps to life and grips her by the wrist, she smiles at me.
”There’s my little killer.”
”Do not call me that.”
I throw her hand aside but she only laughs at this gesture as I turn my back on her.
”Oh, feisty today aren’t we?”
”I have no patience for your games today.”
”Oh this isn’t a game, Akhiro. You’ve got your first title defense this weekend and while Roberto Verona has done us the honor of gift wrapping you an easy opponent that doesn’t mean you get to take a week off from training.”
I refocus on the heavy bag before me, pushing away last nights nightmare and the voice I long to hear again.
”I am aware.”
”Are you? Because from where I’m standing it looks like you were day dreaming. Tell me…”
She caresses my shoulder with her right hand as her lips graze the ear holes in my mask.
”Were you dreaming about me?”
Without warning I lay a heavy kick with my right foot into the side of the bag sending it swinging as she moved back with another little giggle.
”Oh Akhiro, I admire your devout determination to this stoic personality but you and I both know there is a caged beast in your heart. I think it’s about time you let him out.”
I kick the bag again and again like a fully automatic machine gun, seeing the faces of the dark figures from my nightmares with each one, imaging my foot is the gun and this time it does not misfire.
”Fine, pretend I’m not here. Just remember, I got you to where you are, without me you’d be nothing.”
I spin on my heels grabbing her viciously, violently, throwing her down on the black gym mat at our feet. My hands moving to tear away her panties as she grins devilishly at me. She pushes my black gym shorts down, I plunge myself deep into her and she moans with a grin.
”There’s my killer.”
I feel myself slip into the emptiness of her eyes and the rawness of her touch…
”Jayson Matthews?”
Laura Howlett stands strong and proud before the camera, her voluptuous body wrapped tightly in a dark red skirt and jacket, her blond hair once more pulled back into a tight bun, red lips pursed into a grin.
”Roberto Verona has really gone above and beyond the call of duty to dig through the dregs of the Imperial Wrestling roster to find us a “worthy” opponent.”
She silently snickers to herself.
”I’m sorry, worthy is the wrong word, using Jayson Matthews and the word “Worthy” in the same sentence is truly an insult to anyone who has ever stepped foot inside of a Man of Steel Cage. No, the word I’m looking for is “Throw-Away” and yes it’s one word if you insert a hyphen between them.”
“Throw-Away.”
“You see, Jayson, when we made our little deal with the devil to dethrone Rob Diamond and expose him for the failure that he is we were promised certain things and one of them was a never ending supply of people like you. People that my client could viciously and violently dispose of when he steps foot inside a wrestling ring because the people at home and the boys in the back need to know what he is capable of.”
“They need to be aware of how dangerous he is.”
“While I’m sure you see this as some sort of golden opportunity to show the world that Jayson Matthews still has it, the sad truth is that you never had it Jayson. You were never one of the top stars back in that bush league back water promotion that our proud boss and Imperial Champion crushed within his iron grip. You were a throw-away then and you’re a throw-away now. Someone Imperial Wrestling puts before their true stars to display how truly amazing and powerful they are. You’re like a crash test dummy for professional wrestling, your only purpose in life is to be destroyed over and over again.”
Laura smiles as she turns her head to look at the large screen behind us which now shows a picture of Jayson Matthews laying in the rubble of a table.
”By all means Jayson, tell yourself that things are going to be different, that you’re going to step into the ring with my client and finally live up to all that untapped potential you supposedly have. After all it isn’t myself or my client who you will be disappointing for the hundredth time, it’ll only be yourself. And while you’re laying on the mat wondering just how much blood you lost inside that cage I will be holding my client’s hand high up in victory laughing at how pathetic you look beneath our feet.”
Laura takes a step back to present me with the Man of Steel Championship tightly wrapped around my waist.
”Mr Matthews, I need you to know before we go any further that it took me two long years wrestling all over South America to build up enough of a reputation to be considered for a spot on the Imperial Wrestling roster. From there I have had to wrestle against some of the top talents in the world and prove myself worthy of this spot, worthy of a full time contract and worthy of my Man of Steel Championship. I got here through hard work, through shedding blood and breaking bones and not necessarily my own…”
My upper lip quivers into a sneer.
”So when I see someone like you, a low brow comedy act, getting signed to Imperial Wrestling simply because you were a “name” somewhere else I cannot help myself but to be disgusted. You did not earn your spot on this roster, you did not fight for it, you simply glided in on the coat tails of the mediocre career you had in another company. You like Nighthawk and Jake Keeton think your precious careers matter to men like myself.”
“It does not.”
“The only thing that matters to me is what you have done in Imperial Wrestling and when I look at your lackluster beginning here I see nothing worthy worrying about. You are a clown, a comedian, a man who concerns himself with the thoughts and feelings of the fans, bending over backward to entertain them like a side show attraction as if they will remember anything you have ever done once your career is over.”
“They will not.”
“Once you fade back into obscurity so too will every match, every moment you spent underneath the Imperial Wrestling banner. Everything you have done here will fade away to be forgotten forever. That is your professional wrestling legacy and nothing you do in our match will change that Mr Matthews. You are incapable of doing what needs to be done to succeed, incapable of surpassing your potential. You are weak of mind and body, feeble in every way imaginable and it will be my absolute pleasure to see your body battered and broken in the middle of my ring.”
It’s simple Jayson, my client is the future of professional wrestling, he will be the man everyone after him will aspire to be and the man everyone before him will be afraid to face. You’re not the past, you’re not the present and come Sunday night you will not have a future.
I lunge forward so my face engulfs the camera.
”FEAR THE FUTURE!”
And our scene fades to black…
Well howdy there pardner.