Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2013 4:20:02 GMT -6
There will always be two sides to a coin. A majority of the time, each reveals a different image. However, it’s still one piece of metal. Smelt down into a flat, circular shape. This object’s traits would probably be the most similar to my own.
Be it heads, or tails, each side tells a much different story. As for me? One half reveals a man who managed to break away from his childhood restraints. Who overcame his parent’s wrath, only to immerse himself in the violence that this profession brings. Who rose to stardom, and not always through the most conventional methods either.
The face down, however, represents what can happen when we let the demons of our past consume us. Furthermore, when the same chains we’ve broken away from once again bind us. If I were a coin, I’d be on my side, unsure of which direction I’d fall. That is my reality, and right now? It’s not a very pleasant one.
My worst nightmare came true at the most recent Ignite. After I destroyed Aiden Vaughn, proving just how much of an inferior being he was. After Jesse signed Matt Slater’s death warrant in the form of booking a steel cage match between us at the coming venue.
Thanks to a naive little fool by the name of Johnny Stylez, a reunion of sorts took place. My mask was returned to me, along with a letter. Easily recognizable as my stablemates hand writing, since I do believe he’s the only one who WRiTeS LiKe THiS!!!
Perhaps he thought it would complete me. Call it the icing on the cake, if you will. But the knowledge he lacked when he did such a reckless thing, is the same knowledge every one else was void of. I’d abandoned my mask for a very good reason.
Truth be told, my mask had a soul of it’s own. A very greedy, very demonic one at that. It cared not for my well being or my success in New Edge. In fact, neither of those things were on it’s list of priorities. My mask had one desire. That was destruction, and not the same type I’d threaten my opponents with, week after week.
The worst kind of destruction we can possibly fathom isn’t mental or physical. It’s psychological. My mask, an item I gave meaning to, wanted nothing more than to destroy me from the inside out. Who’s to say it won’t be any different now that Johnny has given it back?
Perhaps the answer I so desperately seek can be found in New York? Time Square, to be exact, since my manager is by far the most consistently irritating person in all of Wrestling. He’d never shut up so I finally agreed. Boy was that a mistake..
Spaz: “Hazzy cat! That psycho hick bitch shot at me!”
Hazard’s rainbow chasing manager yells out as both men wander around the highly populated area. The streets were crowded as they always are this time of day. People from all walks litter the area, making it difficult to navigate.
Spaz: “Not wit’ a water gun, or a tater’ cannon either!”
Spaz continues to complain as we can see, through various signs, that the Monster’s patience is starting to waver. He lets out a sigh as they stop in front of a skyscraper and Hazard glances up, marveling at the sheer height of the man made structure.
Spaz: “Aye! Yah’ listening to me, ya’ big ole’ dumb dumb? That bitch shot at me! All I wanted was some lotion so I could..”
Spaz stops mid sentence as Hazard grabs him by the throat, now seething mad at his smaller counterpart. He bites his lip with such force that he causes it to bleed. Afterwards, decreasing his bite pressure enough to speak through his gritted teeth.
Hazard: “I don’t give a damn if you pissed off that stupid little insect. I give even less of a damn that you didn’t acquire lotion! Look, you’re the one who wanted to see Time Square. Here we are.. Can you just shut your mouth and enjoy the surroundings for five minutes?!”
The commotion of them arguing had caught the attention of several nearby pedestrians. Hazard takes a deep breath and lets Spaz go, who shakes his head in response.
Spaz: “Yeesh, yer’ in a pretty stinky mood today, aren’t ya?”
Hazard: “Not that it’s any of your business, or that you give a shit, but I’ve got a pretty big problem on my hands.”
Spaz: “If ya’ mean Slaytor, I ain’t gonna disagree. That guy’s pretty talented, Hazzy.”
A grins forms on the monster’s face. Almost as if what Spaz said amused him somehow. Hazard turns away from his manager, now looking at the skyscraper again.
Hazard: “Kind of funny that you mention him now.”
Spaz: “Eh....why’s that?”
Hazard: “Just thinking about how close Dixie came to doing us all a favor when she blew your hat clear off your head.”
Spaz: “Ouchies...that’s harsh!”
Spaz looks down, now rooting around in the most hideous looking purse money can buy. He pulled out a cell phone covered in multiple shades of pink. Overall, an eyesore to end all eyesores. He starts to read his text messages.
Hazard: “We could say, Jesse giving Slater to me is similar to what happened with you, Spaz. He’s taken aim for Matt. Question is, will it be a near miss, or a direct hit? Something tells me to choose the latter.”
Spaz starts to jump up and down as the one time he’s forced to wear hot pink leather pants, does hardly any good as his bulge is noticed by a group of elderly women, who gasp in shock, then scurry on by. Hazard turns back to Spaz, scratching his head in confusion.
Hazard: “The hell are you so excited for?”
Spaz lifts the phone up into Hazard’s field of vision as the big man just rolls his eyes.
Spaz: “Don’t ya’ act so unimpressed, bish! It’s Jen-Jen! She invited me to hang wif’ her and Cera Bear! I’m fuggin’ stoked, Hazzy! Ain’t seen my naughty lil’ minx in forever plus one!”
Just as quickly as Hazard paid attention to Spaz, he was now ignoring him. Both men continue their little field trip around Time Square as they cross a busy intersection. The sounds of horns honking are made clear as Spaz nearly runs into oncoming traffic, causing a few vehicles to slam on their breaks.
Haz quickly walks up behind his absent minded companion and swats him on the back of his melon. After crossing the street, they now stand before another building, which Hazard admires from the ground. Spaz, however, is still glued to his cell phone.
Hazard: “Slater is almost as big of an imbecile as you, Spaz. See, he doesn’t really comprehend how gravely he was mistaken when he agreed to this match with me. What’s your excuse for being a fool, Spaz?”
Spaz: “Sticks n’ stones, big fellah..Shat, you could kick me square in the baby maker and I’d still smile! No siree’ Bob, ya’ won’t take my happiness from me!”
The Monster lets out a demonic growl as this forces Spaz to tense up, somewhat intimidated. Instead of doing the obvious, Hazard instead walks over to the building and leans against the wall. He folds both arms over his chest as Spaz, though taking his sweet time, eventually joins Hazard.
Spaz: “Heck.. You could even tell me that I’m not allowed to give another dude an Alaskan Candy Bar, Hazzy! I wouldn’t even be sad then!”
Hazard: “Spaz, seriously. Can I please have some peace and quiet? There’s a lot on my mind right now. And what the fuck is an Alaskan Candy Bar?!”
Spaz: "Oh, das' simple, babe. First, ya' gotta take a poop, right? Well, two of em' in case ya' don't end up with enough logs... Then ya' put the one that most resembles a candy bar in your freezer, k? And then ya'..."
Having realized how big of a mistake he just made, Hazard lifts his head up while closing his eyes tightly, cringing as well.
Hazard: “On second thought, I don’t give a damn. Not sure why I asked in the first place.”
Spaz shrugs then goes back to hammering away on the keys of his phone. Meanwhile, Haz slowly lowers his head and stares at the ground. Obvious pain in his eyes and his body language. Spaz peeks up from his cell and takes notice.
Spaz: “I’m not dat’ stoopid, mister! I know what that look means..”
Following his comment, Spaz now moves in front of the much bigger Hazard and puts his cell phone back in his purse. He snaps a finger near the Monster’s face, getting his attention as Hazard perks up.
Hazard: “I thought I just told you to...”
Spaz puts a finger up to his own lips, shushing the big man.
Spaz: “Hazzy, I’m worried about yah’.”
Following what seems like an endless sigh, Haz inhales sharply.
Hazard: “Just can’t get the thought of Slater and I’s match out of my head.”
Spaz: “And then?”
Hazard: “Steel cages. History suggests that when I was wearing the mask, no one was my equal in matches like those. However, when I’m without it, things normally don’t end on a high note.”
Spaz now folds both arms over his chest, mocking Hazard in a sense.
Spaz: “And then?”
Hazard: “It wants control, Spaz. It wants to take hold of the reins. To turn me into it’s puppet. If I succumb to the mask, some demons from my past can be conquered...but in doing so, I also welcome back to most dangerous one of all.”
Spaz: “And then....?”
Hazard: “Well, there’s also my childhood. Being trapped within a cage for the first thirteen years of your life isn’t a very pleasant memory. But when I shielded my face with that mask, those images were locked away, unable to break the surface. Not to mention, Kamikaze approaches mighty fast. This is an issue I have to put an end to before that Ultimate Xcore match, otherwise how can I focus on five people in order to bring another championship home to the Mafia?”
Nodding like he understands, when clearly he doesn’t get any of what’s being said, Spaz hesitates for a moment. Following a snicker, he responds with..
Spaz: “And then.....?”
Hazard: “There’s nothing else. That’s my dilemma in a nutshell.”
Spaz: “And then.....?”
Hazard leans forward, off the wall. He now towers over Spaz as he begins to crack his knuckles. A rather serious look on his face. One that pretty much is an indication of what his manager’s in for, should he continue with his shenanigans.
Hazard: “Are you mocking...me?”
Suddenly, Hazard’s glare turns into a blank stare. As if he’s looking directly through Spaz, who’s now trembling with fear.
(“Why shouldn’t he mock you, old friend? After all, you ARE the laughing stock of the Styles Mafia.”)
I’ve been expecting you..
(“Is that so? Well, are you ready to surrender?”)
Unless you like suffocation, I wouldn’t hold your breath.
(“Hah, that’s cute. Just like you, with this wild fantasy that you can defeat Matt Slater without my help.”)
I’ve never needed anyone’s help..especially yours.
Spaz is trying to get Hazard’s attention, but the big man doesn’t comply or even move a muscle. He’s locked in a trance like state.
(“Just like World War X, right? You looked pretty unstoppable there, didn’t you? Let me ask you something, pal. When Inkt speared you into next week and pinned your sorry ass, what was going through your mind?”)
As if you’d know that...or I’d tell you to begin with..
(“No need to think about it, Hazard. For I already know the answer to the question. See, as the referee was slapping the mat, you thought about one thing. Know what that was?”)
Get out of my head, damn you..
(“That you should have never removed me. That without me, you’re half the man you used to be. Face it Hazard..”)
Get out..
(“That’s why you were beaten. That’s why Hunter couldn’t resurrect the Monster, Hazard. It’s the same reason why, unless you embrace me, Matt Slater will prevail.”)
Get the hell out, now..
(“Truth is, my influence stretches a lot farther than just you. Do you honestly believe Johnny gave me back, because he thought it would be a wise career decision, alone? He wants to succeed where Hunter failed, where you’ve failed. He wants to bring the real Monster of New Edge back, but there’s one flaw in his plan. You can’t be him without me.”)
I won’t say it again..leave...
(“Easier said than done, big man.”)
What’s that supposed to mean?
During all of this, Spaz has started to shake his comrade, trying to get him to snap out of it, but Hazard is still unresponsive. A large group of children are walking by the duo. Some appear to have Matt Slater tee shirts on, clearly fans of New Edge Wrestling.
(“Do you actually think I need your permission to take control, old friend? Allow me to show you just how naive you really are. Grab Spaz’s purse.”)
What the hell..?
Hazard suddenly rips Spaz’s handbag from under his arm.
(“Pull me out.”)
How are you...?
He then reaches in and pulls out his mask as the large crowd of children have noticed who both men are and start requesting autographs and pictures alike.
Spaz: “Aight’ kids, nothin’ to see here! Keep it movin’!
Spaz realizes what’s taking place and tries to shoo them away, but they refuse.
(“Only one step left, Hazard. Consider this a preview of the strength you’ll gain. It will help you overcome your fear of steel cages, as well as Matt Slater.”)
No...I won’t let you...win!
(“Checkmate!”)
Nooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Overcome by his inner self, Hazard places the mask over his face and straps it around the back of his head. Within a matter of seconds, he flips the fuck out and takes a swing at Spaz, who barely manages to avoid it. The kids and their parents all flee in terror as Hazard now looks down at his fist, which is covered in his own blood. Most likely from connecting with the rock hard building they’d been hanging around.
Spaz: “C’mon big fellah, TAKE A DAMN CHILL PILL! HAZZY CAT, IT’S ME! SPAZ!”
Hazard: “Your so called ‘Hazzy’ isn’t here at the moment.”
Hazard takes a second swing at Spaz and this time he connects, which sends his manager flying into the wall, knocking him out instantly. Hazard then turns his sights on the crowd that had been trying to get away. He charges like a bull would a matador and ends up cornering a teenage boy. One of the children who had been wearing a Matt Slater tee. Hazard goes after him but the boy cleverly climbs up on top of a bi state bus that had been parked this whole time.
Unfortunately, Hazard is no longer himself and rational thought has gone out the window. He lets out a blood curdling roar than scales the bus, after the helpless young boy. Hazard grabs him by the throat and picks him a good two feet up off the bus rooftop as people start to mob around down below.
Teenage Matt Slater fan: Please, sir! Let me go!
He begs Hazard, while kicking and struggling to break away from the Monster’s grip around his throat. His face starts to turn blue as Hazard responds with a sinister laugh. Just before the boy passes out from being choked, Hazard hurls him off the bus as he crash lands on several people down below. The crowd continues to get bigger as more and more witnesses come from every direction. Meanwhile, Spaz has gotten his bearings back as he’s now looking at Hazard from below.
Spaz: “Hazzy! Please stop!”
Hazard looks down at his manager among the many face and gives him a sadistic chuckle.
Hazard: “I’m bored. You can have him back for now.”
(“Take me off.”)
Hazard removes the mask as he looks at the scene he’d caused while under the influence of his mask. He quickly gets down from the bus as sirens are heard blaring in the distance. Spaz and Hazard quickly run behind the closest skyscraper and out of sight, most likely to evade the cops.
(“Was that as much fun for you as it was for me?”)
Do you realize what you’ve done?
(“I know exactly what I’ve done. And at Ignite, I’m going to make sure something far worse happens.”)
You’re referring to Slater..
(“For now..”)
As Spaz and Hazard have both vanished from plain sight, the cops arrive on scene, checking on those who were injured in Hazard’s flip out. The child got the worst of it as his breathing is still labored. While a couple of people he landed on were shaken but not seriously harmed.
My two sided coin begins to reveal the darker half. Duality can be a dangerous thing..one that I’d use at Ignite....and it was clear this would be utilized, whether I wanted to or not.
- Fade