Post by Roshan Nocturne on Jan 18, 2011 22:12:38 GMT -5
I'm against the wall of a pitch black room, my feet are dangling. All I wanted to do was ask questions. I followed him to his dressing room, and the next thing I know, I was in a precarious position. Breathing is difficult, a large hand is around my throat. I desperately throw punches, but my placement against the wall means there is nothing behind them, I seem to be missing my attacker anyway. I try to throw kicks, but I continue to miss. Suddenly, the lights come on. My eyes can't take all the light coming in all at once. I heard his words as I try to squint at the speaker.
"Oh, it's you..."
Sensei lets me go abruptly. I fall the foot or so back to the ground. I found myself gasping for air on all fours, as my eyes were readjusting to the light. As soon as I can somewhat see, I look up to him, still in his wannabe cowboy gear. His eyes were covered by Black Aviators. Something tells me he's either been in the situation before or he's thought about this situation. He walks to a bench and sits down. He addresses me a second time.
"What the hell do you want. And make it quick."
My anger gets the best of me. I scream at him as best I can in my current situation.
"WHAT THE FUCK! I AM TRYING TO MAKE A NAME FOR MYSELF AND YOU JUST WALTZ BACK INTO THE RING AND STEAL EVERYONE'S THUNDER?"
Sensei isn't amused. His reply tells me that his concerns aren't with me.
"What makes you think this has anything to do with you? Or Any one's so called Thunder. I am not after your belt. I'm not after any gold at this point. You were there at the conference. You know heard what I said."
"I did hear what you said. Now I want to know what the truth is. Why are you back in wrestling?"
"I already answered the question."
"You're so worried about this guy who could just be some random bum walking the street, you decide to just waltz into a match with a guy who pushed me to my very limit and some other guy and make them BOTH look like fools. Excuse me if I call bullshit."
I stormed out of the room. I wasn't listening to him. I know he knew it. I didn't fucking care. I want to win Road 2 Glory, and if it means that I have to face him to do it, fuck him.
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This week I am in the Main Event of Solitary. Road 2 Glory is in full effect, and instead of an easy road, like some people have, I get to step in there with none other than the real Gateway Champion and some nobody. Knowing my luck, the Mystery Opponent will be K-Money. After all, R.W. Randolph decided he didn't want to be retired anymore when he saw an opportunity to make himself look better than Nathan Lucas. He was off making stupid "decisions" while folks like me, like Lucas, like Cross, and like the rest were making names for ourselves. Now, he sees a moment he can walk into the next round, and is trying to make us all look stupid. Stupid old Bastard...
Speaking of people I'm not fond of. I got my first opportunity to see the words of Angelica James. What a fucking skank! She comes off as this no-talent little whore who thinks she can ride my coattails to the top. Let me tell you something, you little slut: There were dominant females before me. They all went the way of the dinosaurs, never to be seen or heard from again. Then I came in. I took the place by storm while Jenny Shaw was just standing around being a worthless little tramp playing with her pigtails. I got to where I am because of talent, not because I'm a woman. I am on a mission to be the best wrestler in the world. I just happen to not have a dick between my legs. It seems like some idiots want to confuse a minor character trait and make that be the most important trait. Hence, we have Angelica James. You see a money train and all of a sudden you think you can waltz in here and be as famous as I am? Go to hell, bitch!
Apart from Randolph, other second rounders include Blake Pyrite and the Crazy Old Man. I'll start with Blake. You know, the guy who some how thinks he's Gateway Champion because the referee is retarded. Blake, I've faced you in the ring and I can tell you this: The ref's stupidity saved your ass. You face him again, and Tanabashi is gonna beat you in the middle of that ring for the 1-2-3. You'll of course claim you're after bigger and better things. Well, I can see two reasons why that won't work. First of all, you're one bad draw away from facing R.W. Randolph or me. We both know that I can beat you. And you've had one occasion to meet Randolph. That one occasion, as far as I'm concerned, spoke volumes as far as I'm concerned. And you saw that Hold he used on that one guy. Do you really think it's a good idea to use your Money Shot on a guy whose most painful hold involves his opponent having their back to him? If I were you, I'd develop another move and FAST!
This time last year, Crazy Old Man was Vicious Champion. He got made a fool of by Cross, and then started picking on me for no reason whatsoever. The fact is, he's an old man who the business has passed by. No amount of exploding cows and mustard is going to change that fact. Your time is done, Meiou. My name is NOW! The only reason you're still around is because Blake is afraid of Dylan Cage, despite all his shit talk. He can't beat Cage. He can't beat Tanabashi. Hell, he can't beat Me. So give that fraud a big thank you the next time you see him.
This week, like I mentioned before, I'm facing Tanabashi and some mystery opponent. I'm gonna start with the Devil I know. Masaharu, I don't necessarily hate you. You're a competent competitor that brings it every time you step into the ring. In that sense I have nothing against you. You're a former PWE Universal Champion and like I said before, I consider you the Gateway Champion. But the bad news is, I have to face you in this tournament. As a result, I have to beat you, Champ. Nothing personal. I just have to go out there and be Roshan Nocturne, the most explosive performer in the business. I'm going to go out there and look to overwhelm you. And if all goes well, I will. I do wish you good luck, though. And the best wrestler will win. Just know as well as I do that HER name is Roshan Nocturne.
This brings me to the mystery opponent. I have no clue as to who he or she is. It could be K-Money or Lee Stone, but it could just as well be Enemigo LXIX or some former ICE performer who no one gives a shit about, like I dunno, Apathy? I am sure Sensei Phil is gonna give me shit about how significant Apathy was in the later days of the company they were in, but truth be told: She didn't exactly light the world on fire, according to the record books in ICE. It doesn't matter who the mystery opponent is, I'm going to win regardless. If it's at their expense, then good. They can kiss my ass. I am not like my Sensei, having to sneak around to be relevant. You know I'm coming, and people know I'm one of the favorites to win. And at Solitary, you are gonna learn what it's like to be Blinded... by the Light!
"Oh, it's you..."
Sensei lets me go abruptly. I fall the foot or so back to the ground. I found myself gasping for air on all fours, as my eyes were readjusting to the light. As soon as I can somewhat see, I look up to him, still in his wannabe cowboy gear. His eyes were covered by Black Aviators. Something tells me he's either been in the situation before or he's thought about this situation. He walks to a bench and sits down. He addresses me a second time.
"What the hell do you want. And make it quick."
My anger gets the best of me. I scream at him as best I can in my current situation.
"WHAT THE FUCK! I AM TRYING TO MAKE A NAME FOR MYSELF AND YOU JUST WALTZ BACK INTO THE RING AND STEAL EVERYONE'S THUNDER?"
Sensei isn't amused. His reply tells me that his concerns aren't with me.
"What makes you think this has anything to do with you? Or Any one's so called Thunder. I am not after your belt. I'm not after any gold at this point. You were there at the conference. You know heard what I said."
"I did hear what you said. Now I want to know what the truth is. Why are you back in wrestling?"
"I already answered the question."
"You're so worried about this guy who could just be some random bum walking the street, you decide to just waltz into a match with a guy who pushed me to my very limit and some other guy and make them BOTH look like fools. Excuse me if I call bullshit."
I stormed out of the room. I wasn't listening to him. I know he knew it. I didn't fucking care. I want to win Road 2 Glory, and if it means that I have to face him to do it, fuck him.
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This week I am in the Main Event of Solitary. Road 2 Glory is in full effect, and instead of an easy road, like some people have, I get to step in there with none other than the real Gateway Champion and some nobody. Knowing my luck, the Mystery Opponent will be K-Money. After all, R.W. Randolph decided he didn't want to be retired anymore when he saw an opportunity to make himself look better than Nathan Lucas. He was off making stupid "decisions" while folks like me, like Lucas, like Cross, and like the rest were making names for ourselves. Now, he sees a moment he can walk into the next round, and is trying to make us all look stupid. Stupid old Bastard...
Speaking of people I'm not fond of. I got my first opportunity to see the words of Angelica James. What a fucking skank! She comes off as this no-talent little whore who thinks she can ride my coattails to the top. Let me tell you something, you little slut: There were dominant females before me. They all went the way of the dinosaurs, never to be seen or heard from again. Then I came in. I took the place by storm while Jenny Shaw was just standing around being a worthless little tramp playing with her pigtails. I got to where I am because of talent, not because I'm a woman. I am on a mission to be the best wrestler in the world. I just happen to not have a dick between my legs. It seems like some idiots want to confuse a minor character trait and make that be the most important trait. Hence, we have Angelica James. You see a money train and all of a sudden you think you can waltz in here and be as famous as I am? Go to hell, bitch!
Apart from Randolph, other second rounders include Blake Pyrite and the Crazy Old Man. I'll start with Blake. You know, the guy who some how thinks he's Gateway Champion because the referee is retarded. Blake, I've faced you in the ring and I can tell you this: The ref's stupidity saved your ass. You face him again, and Tanabashi is gonna beat you in the middle of that ring for the 1-2-3. You'll of course claim you're after bigger and better things. Well, I can see two reasons why that won't work. First of all, you're one bad draw away from facing R.W. Randolph or me. We both know that I can beat you. And you've had one occasion to meet Randolph. That one occasion, as far as I'm concerned, spoke volumes as far as I'm concerned. And you saw that Hold he used on that one guy. Do you really think it's a good idea to use your Money Shot on a guy whose most painful hold involves his opponent having their back to him? If I were you, I'd develop another move and FAST!
This time last year, Crazy Old Man was Vicious Champion. He got made a fool of by Cross, and then started picking on me for no reason whatsoever. The fact is, he's an old man who the business has passed by. No amount of exploding cows and mustard is going to change that fact. Your time is done, Meiou. My name is NOW! The only reason you're still around is because Blake is afraid of Dylan Cage, despite all his shit talk. He can't beat Cage. He can't beat Tanabashi. Hell, he can't beat Me. So give that fraud a big thank you the next time you see him.
This week, like I mentioned before, I'm facing Tanabashi and some mystery opponent. I'm gonna start with the Devil I know. Masaharu, I don't necessarily hate you. You're a competent competitor that brings it every time you step into the ring. In that sense I have nothing against you. You're a former PWE Universal Champion and like I said before, I consider you the Gateway Champion. But the bad news is, I have to face you in this tournament. As a result, I have to beat you, Champ. Nothing personal. I just have to go out there and be Roshan Nocturne, the most explosive performer in the business. I'm going to go out there and look to overwhelm you. And if all goes well, I will. I do wish you good luck, though. And the best wrestler will win. Just know as well as I do that HER name is Roshan Nocturne.
This brings me to the mystery opponent. I have no clue as to who he or she is. It could be K-Money or Lee Stone, but it could just as well be Enemigo LXIX or some former ICE performer who no one gives a shit about, like I dunno, Apathy? I am sure Sensei Phil is gonna give me shit about how significant Apathy was in the later days of the company they were in, but truth be told: She didn't exactly light the world on fire, according to the record books in ICE. It doesn't matter who the mystery opponent is, I'm going to win regardless. If it's at their expense, then good. They can kiss my ass. I am not like my Sensei, having to sneak around to be relevant. You know I'm coming, and people know I'm one of the favorites to win. And at Solitary, you are gonna learn what it's like to be Blinded... by the Light!