Post by ince on Jan 6, 2009 2:54:30 GMT -5
So here I am having a nurse stitch up my head after my best friend in the whole world just shattered a shot glass into my skull. What was that to prove? What kind of bullshit was that? Man, oh man, do I ever wish I could have a smoke! When she pulled the last shard out of my head and put it in the dish, I couldn't even feel it anymore. My tolerance for pain elevated with every piece extracted from my temple and scalp, encouraging the rage to build within me. Finally the nurse finishes up, she sanitizes the stitched wound and babbles some mombo jumbo about proper cleaning techniques. It didn't matter to me, all I can hear is the throb of the wound and the vein in my head. After she leaves the room, I sit on the hospital bed.
Eryk: This is where I'm gonna end up isn't it? Right back here, at this very hospital, maybe this same bed. I'll see the familiar surroundings. I'll similar scents. Hell, I may even be just as intoxicated as when I came in. But it won't be to get stitched up. It won't be for me. No, I'll be coming in here to know exactly what damage I caused. See earlier, I was attacked by CJ Tyler...my friend, my brother, my foe. Now this isn't something I'm not used to. Hell, sneak attacks come in all sorts of forms...don't they Alonzo?! You should know better than anyone. I'm so fed up with the crap that's pulled around here.
I hop off the bed, grabs my jacket and begin to walk towards the exit.
Ince: For quite awhile, I've been that drunk guy. Everyone pokes fun at it. How I booze, how I smoke...nobody gave two squirts of piss while they were laughing. Nobody cared as long as they were having fun! But look where we are now. Just look! A fucking hospital! Why? Because of the CWF World Championship! Now don't get me wrong, I have all the respect in the world for that title, I want it more than just about anyone else in this company. But the fact that gold has forced someone I treated like blood to cheap shot me...I'm just lost. I really can't trust anyone. I knew this wouldn't be a fair fight. Not with "Epic Failure" Alonzo Parker and "The Not-so-Original Psycho" Tweeks in the match, but I thought I'd at least get a clean battle against CJ. Unfortunately, that's not the case. Now is it?
I walk out the hospital doors, stop for a second digging into my pocket.
Eryk: I'm the nitwit in this aren't I? I know as well as everyone else does that Tweeks is the odds on favourite to win this championship. Do I deny it? No.
I find my pack of smokes and light one. The nicotine slowly settles the burning rage in my veins.
Eryk: I won't deny for a second that I'm not exactly what everyone views as a champion. I'm a drunk, an addict, and I'm so far buried in my demons that a World Championship would make me stick out like a sore thumb. But that's exactly why I want it so bad! That's exactly why I want it more than any of the other assholes I'm up against! You see, for so long my past HAS kept me down. What did I achieve? I've been a Tag Champion, an Xtreme Champion and I've had opportunity after opportunity at the World Championship. I've always wanted to share the glory my former friends had. The World Championships, the glory of being in that elite group...It's a dream that is so close I can feel, smell and even taste it!
I finish one smoke, go to light another one, but then i throw it back in the pack.
Eryk: It's been said that I rely on my athleticism to get me through matches. Well that's a 10 rating on the DUH meter! Out of all the negatives that can be said about me, one thing that cannot be said is that I don't have skill! I'm Eryk fucking Ince! I could go on and on about how I'm some sort of extremist, how I'm the inventor of high risk, but then I'll leave Alonzo Parker to steal old promos. Back to the point, I have skill. I've proven time and time again what I'm capable of. Whether or not I'm on the winning or losing side of a match, the fans were always on the edge of their seats. I always threw everything I had and this time will be no exception. The odds are stacked against me. Not because of Alonzo, not because of CJ, but because of Tweeks. Why Tweeks? Let's just look at the past few months. Since he's returned, he completely destroyed CJ Tyler both physically and mentally. The man is sadistic, mean, a complete dick and downright too fucking intelligent for his own good! The complexity of the plan, how perfectly coincidental it was that a midget was posing as his daughter...man you've gotta see shit at least years in advance to plan it out! BRAVO! Can you imagine what he could do to me? He could bring back my drunken father, or hell, threaten to rape my mother. No, see he wouldn't do that. Tweeks doesn't know me. I never gave him anything to fuel his fire. All he has on me is that I'm some binge drinker who likes cigarettes. But hell, he's Tweeks. He doesn't need to destroy what's left of my mentality. No, he'll wait till I've defeated Alonzo Parker; wait till I've damn near crippled myself breaking CJ Tyler apart. Then he'll capitalize on the situation. He'll snag a title he doesn't even want! You're worse then Benson, you honestly are. None of you care if you win a championship again. You see gold as something invaluable, not as a reward for the hard work for the persistence of battling the odds, giving it your all and being a damn great worker. You see it as just one more notch, as if it's that five dollar man whore you took home last night to fulfill that need that Kenzie can't scratch. That's shameful! Guys like me put our all into getting it, and people like you tear away the real glory of holding it. Tweeks, there will be no victory celebration for you. Cause no matter what, I won't let you have a victory. I don't care if I have to use my very last heartbeat to kick out, I will. Cause I solemnly swear that you will never, ever get your hands on that CWF Championship. There's no question whether i'll be showing up or not; it's not who Tweeks is gonna face; the only question does Tweeks have it in him to actually kill someone. I don't think you do!
I take a moment to think over my next few words.
Eryk: I never truly thought I would be able to stand here and know what my fate is. See fate has been questioned alot. The conversation I had with CJ Tyler in the bar really opened my eyes. Not that it knocked some sense into me, but more that I see more clearly what he's seeking, where his mind is at. CJ's a destroyed man, in a destroyed world, and he's seeking something to pull him back together. He thinks that by gaining the CWF World title, he'll get his own Rocky Balboa story out of it. After all the odds being put against him, he still rises to the occasion. Honestly, I don't really know what I'm talking about...as far as I'm concerned, those movies were boring pieces of crap. But CJ, you honestly aren't getting that. I wish you could. I wish you could have everything, but that World title isn't what's going to complete you. It's no substitute for what you've lost, my friend. Unfortunately it's too late to try and save you now. See, I know where my fate is, and it's to destroy my brother. I've always been a guy who will risk everything on one shot. Who always gets back up and keeps right on partying. Well this is my party, this is my fight. No matter what you throw at me CJ, I'm always gonna get right back up. I'm going to throw my whole arsenal and more at you. I'm going to keep you from getting another confrontation with Tweeks. Not to protect your safety, but for my own personal vendetta. The glass you left broken in my skull, resembled the shattered faith I had in you. You asked me if I planned to stab you in the back and it was you who turned on me. You wanna play a victim, then I'll make you one!
I pull out my flask, take a drink, and let the scene end.
Eryk: This is where I'm gonna end up isn't it? Right back here, at this very hospital, maybe this same bed. I'll see the familiar surroundings. I'll similar scents. Hell, I may even be just as intoxicated as when I came in. But it won't be to get stitched up. It won't be for me. No, I'll be coming in here to know exactly what damage I caused. See earlier, I was attacked by CJ Tyler...my friend, my brother, my foe. Now this isn't something I'm not used to. Hell, sneak attacks come in all sorts of forms...don't they Alonzo?! You should know better than anyone. I'm so fed up with the crap that's pulled around here.
I hop off the bed, grabs my jacket and begin to walk towards the exit.
Ince: For quite awhile, I've been that drunk guy. Everyone pokes fun at it. How I booze, how I smoke...nobody gave two squirts of piss while they were laughing. Nobody cared as long as they were having fun! But look where we are now. Just look! A fucking hospital! Why? Because of the CWF World Championship! Now don't get me wrong, I have all the respect in the world for that title, I want it more than just about anyone else in this company. But the fact that gold has forced someone I treated like blood to cheap shot me...I'm just lost. I really can't trust anyone. I knew this wouldn't be a fair fight. Not with "Epic Failure" Alonzo Parker and "The Not-so-Original Psycho" Tweeks in the match, but I thought I'd at least get a clean battle against CJ. Unfortunately, that's not the case. Now is it?
I walk out the hospital doors, stop for a second digging into my pocket.
Eryk: I'm the nitwit in this aren't I? I know as well as everyone else does that Tweeks is the odds on favourite to win this championship. Do I deny it? No.
I find my pack of smokes and light one. The nicotine slowly settles the burning rage in my veins.
Eryk: I won't deny for a second that I'm not exactly what everyone views as a champion. I'm a drunk, an addict, and I'm so far buried in my demons that a World Championship would make me stick out like a sore thumb. But that's exactly why I want it so bad! That's exactly why I want it more than any of the other assholes I'm up against! You see, for so long my past HAS kept me down. What did I achieve? I've been a Tag Champion, an Xtreme Champion and I've had opportunity after opportunity at the World Championship. I've always wanted to share the glory my former friends had. The World Championships, the glory of being in that elite group...It's a dream that is so close I can feel, smell and even taste it!
I finish one smoke, go to light another one, but then i throw it back in the pack.
Eryk: It's been said that I rely on my athleticism to get me through matches. Well that's a 10 rating on the DUH meter! Out of all the negatives that can be said about me, one thing that cannot be said is that I don't have skill! I'm Eryk fucking Ince! I could go on and on about how I'm some sort of extremist, how I'm the inventor of high risk, but then I'll leave Alonzo Parker to steal old promos. Back to the point, I have skill. I've proven time and time again what I'm capable of. Whether or not I'm on the winning or losing side of a match, the fans were always on the edge of their seats. I always threw everything I had and this time will be no exception. The odds are stacked against me. Not because of Alonzo, not because of CJ, but because of Tweeks. Why Tweeks? Let's just look at the past few months. Since he's returned, he completely destroyed CJ Tyler both physically and mentally. The man is sadistic, mean, a complete dick and downright too fucking intelligent for his own good! The complexity of the plan, how perfectly coincidental it was that a midget was posing as his daughter...man you've gotta see shit at least years in advance to plan it out! BRAVO! Can you imagine what he could do to me? He could bring back my drunken father, or hell, threaten to rape my mother. No, see he wouldn't do that. Tweeks doesn't know me. I never gave him anything to fuel his fire. All he has on me is that I'm some binge drinker who likes cigarettes. But hell, he's Tweeks. He doesn't need to destroy what's left of my mentality. No, he'll wait till I've defeated Alonzo Parker; wait till I've damn near crippled myself breaking CJ Tyler apart. Then he'll capitalize on the situation. He'll snag a title he doesn't even want! You're worse then Benson, you honestly are. None of you care if you win a championship again. You see gold as something invaluable, not as a reward for the hard work for the persistence of battling the odds, giving it your all and being a damn great worker. You see it as just one more notch, as if it's that five dollar man whore you took home last night to fulfill that need that Kenzie can't scratch. That's shameful! Guys like me put our all into getting it, and people like you tear away the real glory of holding it. Tweeks, there will be no victory celebration for you. Cause no matter what, I won't let you have a victory. I don't care if I have to use my very last heartbeat to kick out, I will. Cause I solemnly swear that you will never, ever get your hands on that CWF Championship. There's no question whether i'll be showing up or not; it's not who Tweeks is gonna face; the only question does Tweeks have it in him to actually kill someone. I don't think you do!
I take a moment to think over my next few words.
Eryk: I never truly thought I would be able to stand here and know what my fate is. See fate has been questioned alot. The conversation I had with CJ Tyler in the bar really opened my eyes. Not that it knocked some sense into me, but more that I see more clearly what he's seeking, where his mind is at. CJ's a destroyed man, in a destroyed world, and he's seeking something to pull him back together. He thinks that by gaining the CWF World title, he'll get his own Rocky Balboa story out of it. After all the odds being put against him, he still rises to the occasion. Honestly, I don't really know what I'm talking about...as far as I'm concerned, those movies were boring pieces of crap. But CJ, you honestly aren't getting that. I wish you could. I wish you could have everything, but that World title isn't what's going to complete you. It's no substitute for what you've lost, my friend. Unfortunately it's too late to try and save you now. See, I know where my fate is, and it's to destroy my brother. I've always been a guy who will risk everything on one shot. Who always gets back up and keeps right on partying. Well this is my party, this is my fight. No matter what you throw at me CJ, I'm always gonna get right back up. I'm going to throw my whole arsenal and more at you. I'm going to keep you from getting another confrontation with Tweeks. Not to protect your safety, but for my own personal vendetta. The glass you left broken in my skull, resembled the shattered faith I had in you. You asked me if I planned to stab you in the back and it was you who turned on me. You wanna play a victim, then I'll make you one!
I pull out my flask, take a drink, and let the scene end.