Post by Nathan Lucas on Jan 12, 2011 23:22:20 GMT -5
December 18th, 2010 (9:42 PM, EST)
Rapid City, South Dakota (The Rushmore Plaza Civic Center)
Clash of the Champions III: Christmas Chaos
[/b]Rapid City, South Dakota (The Rushmore Plaza Civic Center)
Clash of the Champions III: Christmas Chaos
Something isn't right... this wasn't the way it was supposed to happen.
I'm not used to this, I wasn't prepared for it. I keep trying, but no matter how much I force myself to make sense of this, I can't even begin to wrap my brain around what I'm hearing... I lost? That wasn't supposed to be possible; it wasn't even supposed to be an option! The belt was mine! This match was mine! Everyone knew it, including Roshan! Someone must have made a mistake, someone missed something and it cost me this match! They’ve got to overturn the decision, they’ve got to give me another shot, right? They won’t let her keep the belt…
"Your winner, and STILL Vicious Champion... Roshan Nocturne!"
Maybe I was wrong… I feel a fissure form in the pit of my stomach, allowing my soul to seep through it like water through the cracked glass of a fish tank; soon enough, I'll be empty. Soon, I'll have nothing left inside to keep me going. I collapse to my knees, ketchup dripping from my body to stain the purity of the white canvas… Heinz 57, the condiment I’ll forever associate as “Satan’s Semen”. I look up, wiping the goo from my eyes as I watch the referee hand the title belt over to Roshan and parade her around me to the cheers of the fans. I slump lifelessly to the mat, flat on my back and staring up at the arena rafters.
This has got to be a dream or something, this can’t be real… it can’t be.
DENIAL
December 20th, 2010 (11:17 PM, EST)
Phoenix, Arizona (The Holiday Inn, Room 508)
[/b]Phoenix, Arizona (The Holiday Inn, Room 508)
I sit in silence, my fingers clutched tightly around a small glass bottle as I stare out at the city from the balcony, watching the blinding traffic lights blink fifty feet below me. I take another swig from the bottle, wincing slightly as I tilt my shoulder… so maybe a little bit more than my pride came out of that match wounded, what of it? I take a deep breath and look at the bottle in my hand, staring blankly at the label but not quite registering what it says. Slowly, I extend my arm over the railing and let go of the bottle, allowing it to sail to the street below, a smile slowly crossing my face as I hear it shatter and elicit screams of rage from passersby.
“Why are you being such a dick?”
I turn around and see Sarah behind me, a concerned look on her face as she watches me bend over the arm of my chair and pick up another bottle. I turn away from her, pretending that I didn’t hear her, and I crack the top off of the bottle and take another deep slug before winding up and chucking the second bottle off of the balcony, listening intently for the smash.
“Nathan! Stop it!”
You don’t know Sarah, and to be perfectly honest, neither do I.
“I get that you’re upset over your loss, but Max threw this party for you, and the least you can do is go inside and enjoy it.”
“Actually, you’d be surprised how much less I can do. Go away.”
“Wow… and I had been under the impression that you were one of the good guys.”
That makes me think for a minute, but only for a minute. What’s that thing James Raven used to say in the XWF? Even the Hero has his Bad Days? Well, consider this my bad day. I grab a third beer bottle, popping the top off and taking my customary sip before preparing to whip it off the ledge when Sarah suddenly grabs me by the wrist… ballsy for someone to grab a professional fighter they barely know, huh?
“NATHAN! Fucking stop it! You lost! Grow up, and move the fuck on! If you really don’t want to, fine, but don’t get yourself arrested for endangerment when you and your bottles cause an accident in the street, you douche!”
She turns and makes her way back towards the hotel room, but I shoot up out of the chair, knocking it to the ground.
ANGER
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BARGAINING
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DEPRESSION
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ACCEPTANCE
