And so we continued with the punches. Up towards the exits as all around us people chanted our names in support. His fist clashed into mine just as my own did his. All around us the fans screaming as they finally got an up-close look upon the faces of the men who would had just done battle. The first fall fell to him. Fact was I knew the support of Israel and Slater would only go on for so long. Those two hated each other, and the team work aspect of this futile exercise had fallen through with as much grace as a Pugh learning ballet.
But it mattered not in the grand scheme of things. What mattered right now was the man who was currently launching his clenched hand into my face in an attempt to show me up. Fact was as I also clobbered my hand into his features, I didn’t know why I felt compelled to do it. I didn’t see why I had to fight any longer…I had lost, and I had accepted that fact. It was through no fault of my own other than being unable to watch Israel’s back effectively. So, why do you ask, am I still hitting this man?
In honesty…because I was enjoying him hitting me back.
As we worked our way up and out of the aisles, we found ourselves heading towards the food court. However, our destination was lost upon us. We didn’t care where we went as long as we didn’t let up. Kain looking to show his dominance over me…And me having far too much enjoyment in having him inflict pain upon my body.
Suddenly, he struck out with a lucky right, catching me off guard and sending me to the floor. He saw his opportunity and struck, jumping upon me and holding my head in place as he dished out blow after blow after blow.
As my eyes began to glaze over, through my blurred vision I could see the crowds watching us intently, each blow I received, a small gasp forming on their lips as they watched at the animalistic attack of Kain atop me, his violence unrelenting as he attempted to try and show his superiority. And all I could do was lay there and take it.
Finally Tommy stopped, looking down at me and finally allowing my head to drop onto the ground. I’m not quite sure what got him to stop abusing me. Perhaps it was that he felt he had done enough to prove his point, perhaps it was the crowd surrounding us, and his unwillingness to look bad before them. But as he stood and walked away, I looked at the faces around me, all of them glaring at me in horror. Perhaps for the blood flowing from my face. Maybe it was the smile I had splitting my cheaks as I was about to pass out...
…but looking back, I think it was the fact the erection I currently supporting was threatening to whip my wrestling tights across the hallway…
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Slowly, the camera pans up to show Adrien Specter, standing in his apartment, looking at a glass cabinet before him. Inside contains a variety of belts from New Edge Wrestling, each hanging off their own stand. However, two are missing, as Adrien has both the TA and the Tag title over his sholder.
“You know what I find strange Tommy? The fact that I’m looking at this cabinet and I’m wondering where all these titles came from. You see I’ve held all of these belts a number of different times. I’ve gone and proven myself in various divisions, each taking on any that would stand in my way of the gold…and do you know what respect I’ve gotten for it?”
Slowly Adrien turns to look at the camera for the first time.
“Fuck…and all. Because in this business what you’ve got to understand is that no matter how hard you try, and no matter how much you look to accomplish in any federation, there will always be people like you to try and stop me from reaping in the glory of which I deserve. I’ve been to the very peak of ever mountain that I’ve come across and every time I’ve had people like you pissing on my work in order to make yourselves feel better about your insecurities. You see Tommy, I understand how men like you work. I understand that wrestlers like you can’t be seen as weak, otherwise that “hard ass” mask that you wear will begin to slip away.
“I mean look at your marriage proposal last week. Even to the woman you love you struggled to come up with the words because you were under the impression that if you said things like “I love you” that it somehow makes you less of a man. That showing a fraction of weakness will send the fragile little world you’ve created for yourself to come crashing down around you…but that said your little world is going to come crashing down all on it’s own, isn’t it Kain.
“This week, you and me face off in order to see who moves on as the Southern Champion. And in the process I am officially marked in the records as being the final TA Champion. Whereas my legacy dies, yours moves on because Pugh has some sort of favoring towards keeping his own belts in the limb light. They say this will be the decision to rest the final belts of New Edge Wrestling, but allow me to do that for you now.”
Slowly, Adrien walks forward to the cabnet, opening the doors and placing both the TA title and the Tag Championships into their own selective places. Slowly he shuts the door once again, before locking the case up, and stepping back once again.
“I am retiring the belt. There is no need for you to worry about it anymore, however, I do warn you of this…I’ve just lost my belt, and I intend to replace it. Whereas the only reason you’ve claimed that belt as your own is because your love lost it to Al. Oh yes, it doesn’t take a lot to see through that fasard. Did it make you feel better Tommy, knowing that you had outdone your wife-to-be’s ex? The one who treated her so badly…and I suppose I’ve got to ask if you felt a little bit emasculated when she lost that belt…that she requested my help over yours.
“You see everything you’ve done as a champion was simply to prove that you were somehow better than me, because apparently Miss Pain is unable to do it for you. First thing I did when I removed my body of the scars and the hate was come and save your woman for you…
“And looking back perhaps that’s why you needed to go up against Al. Perhaps it was just to show the world that you didn’t need my help to stop him. And for that I must congratulate you. For you see you did beat Al, and you did get that Southern Championship out of the grasp of The cRu, a stable that’s looking so weak right now that in order to obtain some belts they have to come to me and try and take them. Not win them mind you…just take them. Because much like you they appear to be under the belief that they are unbeatable. However, when looking at the comparison at least they would function together as a team coherently.
“Another example of why you would put yourself before others. War Games. Remember that? When you said you would come out and put on an awe inspiring performance of your own rather than depend upon the rest of the team. You wanted to go alone, and for what reason? So you didn’t have to look weak. Fact was Ophelia was dying to get into that match, and you took that opportunity away from her. She would have worked along side the rest of Requiem in order to put forth a showing that PCW could have been proud of, unlike you with your constant inability to allow others to help you.
Well let me lay this down for you Tommy. One day that belt is going to be removed from your hands. One day you’re going to be put on your back for the three count and you’re going to feel that title belt of your slip from your grasp as it’s handed over to the next man who will take that belt and look better than you ever will with it.
And that man’s name is Adrien Specter…and that day is coming soon. You’d better prepare yourself Kain, because that days gonna sting.”
And with that, Adrien turns back to view his belts, as the camera slowly fades to black.
