Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2013 23:14:34 GMT -6
CHAPTER 21: An Eye, For an Eye!
Excited to find out the results of what happened at World War X, the young man opened the book and flipped to chapter 21. Instantly a wave of excitement filled him as he read the first words. Smiling wide, the young man couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride for Colt, a man he had come to adore over the last month as Colt’s story unfolded before him. All that seemed to matter was what came next, and what he read both shocked, and excited the young man.
The NEW World Title Belt, one of the most sought after items in the NEW, and its history. Even as the belt lay on the table, the sheer number of great wrestlers who have held it is enough to make any champion nervous about being champ. Thankfully the title doesn’t mean a damn thing to me. Sure guys have come along and told you about how much they love the title, how important it is, how great being champion is, but sadly, all of them lied.
Look being a champion is nice, hell being the NEW Champion is great, but the simple fact is it doesn’t really make you the best, it makes you the man or woman with the NEW World title. As I am sure you have gathered, the NEW title match at World War X went the exact way I said it would. Well maybe not the exact way, but the outcome was exactly what everyone was told it would be.
You know what’s better than being the champion, telling the world about a man’s flaws, and then showing the world those man’s flaws. Now I am not one to say I told you so, but I told you, and everyone else SO!!!! Ok so shameless gloating out of the way, and onto the reality of the situation and what the match at World War X meant to both myself, and everyone else in the NEW.
So After World War X, came the usual Ignite, and well, the end of the era of lies that Nocturnal brought with him when he joined NEW. After losing at World War X, there was nothing that Nocturnal could do but tuck his tail between his legs and runaway from wrestling. You see that wasn’t the ultimate goal, but it was one of the best results that could have come about after the match. But alas the greatness that occurred on World War X and then followed at Ignite, was nothing more than awesome tasting ends of a sandwich filled with shit.
One thing is clear in the world of wrestling, people lack the forwardness to fight each other one on one with a level playing field. No one can stand any one other person having any amount of spotlight at all. See with her time in the CRU, or what the hell ever, Valora learned a lot about being selfish, and after the Title match at World War X she took her chance to throw me out of the plane. Some were probably shocked, but anyone with half a brain should have seen it coming.
Guess I don’t have half a brain, or was so blinded by my goal of the destruction of the façade that was Nocturnal, that the attack was a pure shock. Thankfully, she did just what I expected at Ignite. When given the opportunity to have her match, she took it, of course not before coming to the ring and attacking me again. But then what would you expect from someone like Valora, a woman who has never actually had to do things the standard way in her life.
Now that is both a knock, and a badge of honor for her. She pushed through boundaries, raised the bar for things that women can do, and what people expect of them. Yet it has exposed a weakness to the world, one that she can do whatever she wants to in an attempt to hide, but there is no hiding it. She wears a chip on her shoulder, one that eats at her soul every day, which slowly is killing her. She doesn’t see, doesn’t even realize it, but slowly she is dying, and it’s her fault.
See she values this Title over everything, so much so that she has lost sight at what is right in front of her. She overlooks me, feels I am weak, and like everyone before her, she doesn’t realize just who I am. I’ve heard the comments in the back, that Valora Vs Nocturnal was the match people wanted prior to World War X, and yet I am the one who got the job done, the one who beat Nocturnal, the one who holds her precious NEW world Title. At least at I did!
I know exactly what you just asked, what the hell does that mean? Well sit back and let me explain the complexity of the situation. One day after Ignite, and 6 days before the match with Valora, and what was I doing? Well taking from her the one thing in this world she wants most. It’s an age old strategy, you hit someone where it hurts, take the most precious thing from them, killing their will, destroying their desire.
No matter where you go in the great country of America, there is always one thing you can find, someone willing to buy gold. Whether it be a pawn shop, or a simply just a gold buying store, there is always a place to sell gold, enter the little pawn shop in downtown Cincinnati. Walking in the door, the smell of old shit, better known as antiques, wafted and assaulted every pour of my being.
“Can I help you?” The overly excited woman behind the counter asked with a fake smile on her face. It’s amazing the things people try to hide with a smile, like Valora she no doubt felt run down by life, struggling to find her place in a male dominated field, worst part being that Valora actually had things hard in her life. Sure she was probably off breaking some knees of some poor sap that couldn’t pay some bills somewhere, and sure she was good at making people feel stupid, but all of that was simply a mask for her own reality, her own hatred and need to be validated by everyone other than herself.
“Yeah I have some gold that I would like to have melted and sell.” The woman’s eyes perked up pretty quick, maybe she recognized me, maybe she didn’t. Either way the sound of money got her attention, and for me that was all that really mattered, I had her attention.
“Well why don’t you show me what you got?” Clearing out counter space, she pepped up pretty quick and waited watching intently. To a certain degree she seemed to be almost sizing up the situation, and when the first thing that hit the counter was a small gold ring, her face turned down to sadness from excitement.
Things changed when I reached down into the duffel bag and removed the NEW world title and set it on the counter. Instantly her eyes went wide and her jaw hit the floor. “You…you are…” She stumbled over the words, worked for what she wanted to say and still seemed more lost than Valora trying to do something other than get pissed off that she was born a woman.
“Yes I am Colt.” No matter how hard I tried, the smile came out, and the woman flushed red. In some weird way this was the first time that I realized the celebrity status that came with being the NEW champion. But that is why the pawn shop became the destination of choice on this day, that celebrity, that crap that is the NEW World title, and the lies that surround it.
“Is…this…r…r…real?” More stumbling over her questions and a lock of shock and confusion followed as she looked the belt over. “Do you…you…really want…to…um…melt it down?” Disappointment seemed to fill her face as she struggled to get the question out.
“Melt it down; it’s nothing more than a false trinket. It represents everything that is wrong with the wrestling industry.” Reaching down, my hands grasped the gold rim of the belt, and ripped it off of the leather, within seconds there were nothing but gold plates on the counter and a leather strap laying on the floor at my feet.
“What do you want me to do with the gold?” For the first time since first arriving in the pawn shop the woman seemed to have her head on. She wasn’t stumbling over words, but now trying to figure out what exactly was going on.
“Press the gold into coins.” Her face contorted with confusion at the request. Clearly she was now lost, and probably because she wasn’t the smartest knife in the block, thus proving to me she had that much more in common with Valora. “On the front I want the coin to have an image of the main plate of the NEW title pressed into it. On the back I want the words, ‘My little piece of the NEW World Title’. Can you do that?” Reluctantly she nodded in agreement and grabbed the gold plates of the title off the counter.
“Be about three days to get it done. How many coins do you want?” There was the question that took too long to come along.
“100, and then buy the rest.” With a wink I turned and walked away. Not going to lie, there was a big bright smile inside as I walked down the streets of Cincinnati. The weight of the title was gone, the reason for Valora to have all her hatred taken away, her very reason for being tarnished, and all that was left, was to show the world just how pathetic Valora really was.
Closing the book, the young man shook his head. For the first time he was beginning to see just who Colt was. All this reading and he thought that Colt was simply a man on a quest to discover his own identity, and the reality was so much further away. Colt was a man on a mission, not to show the world who he was, but to show the world the flaws of everyone else. It was validation through invalidation, a plan that no one seemed to get, especially the people who stood in the ring with him.
Excited to find out the results of what happened at World War X, the young man opened the book and flipped to chapter 21. Instantly a wave of excitement filled him as he read the first words. Smiling wide, the young man couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride for Colt, a man he had come to adore over the last month as Colt’s story unfolded before him. All that seemed to matter was what came next, and what he read both shocked, and excited the young man.
The NEW World Title Belt, one of the most sought after items in the NEW, and its history. Even as the belt lay on the table, the sheer number of great wrestlers who have held it is enough to make any champion nervous about being champ. Thankfully the title doesn’t mean a damn thing to me. Sure guys have come along and told you about how much they love the title, how important it is, how great being champion is, but sadly, all of them lied.
Look being a champion is nice, hell being the NEW Champion is great, but the simple fact is it doesn’t really make you the best, it makes you the man or woman with the NEW World title. As I am sure you have gathered, the NEW title match at World War X went the exact way I said it would. Well maybe not the exact way, but the outcome was exactly what everyone was told it would be.
You know what’s better than being the champion, telling the world about a man’s flaws, and then showing the world those man’s flaws. Now I am not one to say I told you so, but I told you, and everyone else SO!!!! Ok so shameless gloating out of the way, and onto the reality of the situation and what the match at World War X meant to both myself, and everyone else in the NEW.
So After World War X, came the usual Ignite, and well, the end of the era of lies that Nocturnal brought with him when he joined NEW. After losing at World War X, there was nothing that Nocturnal could do but tuck his tail between his legs and runaway from wrestling. You see that wasn’t the ultimate goal, but it was one of the best results that could have come about after the match. But alas the greatness that occurred on World War X and then followed at Ignite, was nothing more than awesome tasting ends of a sandwich filled with shit.
One thing is clear in the world of wrestling, people lack the forwardness to fight each other one on one with a level playing field. No one can stand any one other person having any amount of spotlight at all. See with her time in the CRU, or what the hell ever, Valora learned a lot about being selfish, and after the Title match at World War X she took her chance to throw me out of the plane. Some were probably shocked, but anyone with half a brain should have seen it coming.
Guess I don’t have half a brain, or was so blinded by my goal of the destruction of the façade that was Nocturnal, that the attack was a pure shock. Thankfully, she did just what I expected at Ignite. When given the opportunity to have her match, she took it, of course not before coming to the ring and attacking me again. But then what would you expect from someone like Valora, a woman who has never actually had to do things the standard way in her life.
Now that is both a knock, and a badge of honor for her. She pushed through boundaries, raised the bar for things that women can do, and what people expect of them. Yet it has exposed a weakness to the world, one that she can do whatever she wants to in an attempt to hide, but there is no hiding it. She wears a chip on her shoulder, one that eats at her soul every day, which slowly is killing her. She doesn’t see, doesn’t even realize it, but slowly she is dying, and it’s her fault.
See she values this Title over everything, so much so that she has lost sight at what is right in front of her. She overlooks me, feels I am weak, and like everyone before her, she doesn’t realize just who I am. I’ve heard the comments in the back, that Valora Vs Nocturnal was the match people wanted prior to World War X, and yet I am the one who got the job done, the one who beat Nocturnal, the one who holds her precious NEW world Title. At least at I did!
I know exactly what you just asked, what the hell does that mean? Well sit back and let me explain the complexity of the situation. One day after Ignite, and 6 days before the match with Valora, and what was I doing? Well taking from her the one thing in this world she wants most. It’s an age old strategy, you hit someone where it hurts, take the most precious thing from them, killing their will, destroying their desire.
No matter where you go in the great country of America, there is always one thing you can find, someone willing to buy gold. Whether it be a pawn shop, or a simply just a gold buying store, there is always a place to sell gold, enter the little pawn shop in downtown Cincinnati. Walking in the door, the smell of old shit, better known as antiques, wafted and assaulted every pour of my being.
“Can I help you?” The overly excited woman behind the counter asked with a fake smile on her face. It’s amazing the things people try to hide with a smile, like Valora she no doubt felt run down by life, struggling to find her place in a male dominated field, worst part being that Valora actually had things hard in her life. Sure she was probably off breaking some knees of some poor sap that couldn’t pay some bills somewhere, and sure she was good at making people feel stupid, but all of that was simply a mask for her own reality, her own hatred and need to be validated by everyone other than herself.
“Yeah I have some gold that I would like to have melted and sell.” The woman’s eyes perked up pretty quick, maybe she recognized me, maybe she didn’t. Either way the sound of money got her attention, and for me that was all that really mattered, I had her attention.
“Well why don’t you show me what you got?” Clearing out counter space, she pepped up pretty quick and waited watching intently. To a certain degree she seemed to be almost sizing up the situation, and when the first thing that hit the counter was a small gold ring, her face turned down to sadness from excitement.
Things changed when I reached down into the duffel bag and removed the NEW world title and set it on the counter. Instantly her eyes went wide and her jaw hit the floor. “You…you are…” She stumbled over the words, worked for what she wanted to say and still seemed more lost than Valora trying to do something other than get pissed off that she was born a woman.
“Yes I am Colt.” No matter how hard I tried, the smile came out, and the woman flushed red. In some weird way this was the first time that I realized the celebrity status that came with being the NEW champion. But that is why the pawn shop became the destination of choice on this day, that celebrity, that crap that is the NEW World title, and the lies that surround it.
“Is…this…r…r…real?” More stumbling over her questions and a lock of shock and confusion followed as she looked the belt over. “Do you…you…really want…to…um…melt it down?” Disappointment seemed to fill her face as she struggled to get the question out.
“Melt it down; it’s nothing more than a false trinket. It represents everything that is wrong with the wrestling industry.” Reaching down, my hands grasped the gold rim of the belt, and ripped it off of the leather, within seconds there were nothing but gold plates on the counter and a leather strap laying on the floor at my feet.
“What do you want me to do with the gold?” For the first time since first arriving in the pawn shop the woman seemed to have her head on. She wasn’t stumbling over words, but now trying to figure out what exactly was going on.
“Press the gold into coins.” Her face contorted with confusion at the request. Clearly she was now lost, and probably because she wasn’t the smartest knife in the block, thus proving to me she had that much more in common with Valora. “On the front I want the coin to have an image of the main plate of the NEW title pressed into it. On the back I want the words, ‘My little piece of the NEW World Title’. Can you do that?” Reluctantly she nodded in agreement and grabbed the gold plates of the title off the counter.
“Be about three days to get it done. How many coins do you want?” There was the question that took too long to come along.
“100, and then buy the rest.” With a wink I turned and walked away. Not going to lie, there was a big bright smile inside as I walked down the streets of Cincinnati. The weight of the title was gone, the reason for Valora to have all her hatred taken away, her very reason for being tarnished, and all that was left, was to show the world just how pathetic Valora really was.
Closing the book, the young man shook his head. For the first time he was beginning to see just who Colt was. All this reading and he thought that Colt was simply a man on a quest to discover his own identity, and the reality was so much further away. Colt was a man on a mission, not to show the world who he was, but to show the world the flaws of everyone else. It was validation through invalidation, a plan that no one seemed to get, especially the people who stood in the ring with him.