Post by Marcus Thomas Brody, M! T! B!! on Aug 4, 2011 17:44:58 GMT
I was a lucky man. Veeeerrrry lucky. I really was. If it hadn't been for "Captain" Joe Stall, I'd no longer have held the title in my hands. Better Than Sex had us beaten, even if it was with an illegal move. James was out cold in the centre of the ring after the Super Strike and I'd been sent to the outside with the Walk of Fame. That move sure hurt. Did more damage than I expected it to, since I was only in the match for about a minute. We escaped with our titles, sure. But damn it, we weren't undefeated as a team anymore. And we weren't in Jealousy anymore...
MTB: You think you have what it takes. You think you're on the verge of making it big. You think that because you've had near enough the same match in the past that it's a given you're going to win. But then, you don't. It's kinda humbling.
Who was I talking to? You might ask me that. Mr. Predator? Sandy Strachon? Sam Strachon? Seth Strachon? Aurora? To be honest, it was my reflection in a bathroom mirror. The Strachon Castle was so big, every room in it was en suite. The one connected to my bedroom had a multitude of cream tiles surrounded by pale mairgold walls. The mirror I was looking into had a dirty gold frame, engraved with a barbed wire design. Reflected back to me were my drooping, sunken eyes. I'd been too busy thinking to sleep.
MTB: Last year, before I debuted. I looked myself in the mirror and said this: "I want to be the very best, like no one ever was." This past year, I've lost sight of myself. I thought I was ready for the main event. I beat past main eventers. But I hadn't paid my dues yet...
I turned on the cold tap of the white and silver marble wash basin below me, letting it fill up slightly. I rested my championship belt on the side and dipped my hands in. I cupped them together like a bowl and lowered my head. I quickly jerked my hands up to splash the water in my face, making sure the water didn't seep through my fingers. I hadn't had a shower since just after Live-Wire. It was Saturday now. With the weather being what it was like, I should've really showered three times a day. I smelled of dried on sweat. At least the water was refreshing. As the water trickled down my face, I stared back into the mirror.
MTB: So being bullied at school wasn't paying my dues? I need to start from the bottom and slowly make my way to the top. That's what Pred did. That's what DDT did. They were established MTB, you're not that yet. You need a big win that's not Jealousy.
I headed to the shower and set it going. It was too hot for my usual, so I cranked the dial down from seven to four. As the water powered down on me, I could tell the difference. I'd never truly appreciated a cold shower. I sat down and started talking to myself more. It was a habit I'd had since high school. Whenever anything bad happened to me, I sat down on my own and talked.
MTB: I'm still in the League. I'm second and have the edge on head-to-head. I beat Thor. But my dad helped me.
He had his reasons. It had been five months since we'd been estranged. He didn't go out there to help me. He went out there to psyche out Thor since they're facing each other for the Universal title this week.
MTB: In fact, when's the last time I won a match on my own? Within the rules. The other week, my dad helped me beat Thor. Then I won at War Zone thanks to Joe Stall since I was eliminated. Everyone and their dog helped me beat Christian Lee. I wasn't the legal man at Genesis when I got the pin. I beat Knox by DQ. James interfered when I beat WBL. I beat Christian Lee by DQ. And James and I won the tag gauntlet at Jealousy... But earlier, I beat James Bohne by myself... That was Jealousy... Nearly a year ago! Shit! No wonder I've not made progress.
I let the water engulf me. I was nothing but a shattered man. This was an important time in my life. I had to pick up the pieces. I had to reset my focus. I'd been competing for glory and money too long. I was a wrestler. To get the money and glory, I needed a cause. I needed to fight because I'm MTB. I needed to find my Lost Hero inside me. I still had the Lost Heroes Trophy to compete for. To be the best, I was going to have to work harder than ever. I needed inspiration, and being out of Jealousy was just what I needed. I smiled to myself and spoke out loud again.
MTB: Come on, MTB. You can do this...
Of course I could. I had to believe in myself. I had the tools. I just had to use them properly. I had three points to battle for on Live-Wire. I didn't need to worry about my dad or the tag titles or not being in Jealousy this week. I had to think of Matthew "The Raven" Knox. If I was to beat him, it was safe to say that he was out of the running, and I'd only have two more matches left. My partner, James Stall, and the current leader, the enigmatic Timothy Edward Vortex. I couldn't take anything for granted anymore. I had to beat Knox. We had a good match last time we faced, and hopefully no one would ruin it with interference this time. Hopefully this time, I'd get the clean win...
MTB: I need a clean win. I need to turn myself around. I need to win... All by myself.
I stopped the shower and dried myself off. I pulled on some clothes I'd brought in the bathroom with me. A Thundercats t-shirt and some floral blue shorts would do, I figured. I picked up my FWF Elite Tag Team Championship belt and opened the door. To my surprise there was someone there, lounging on my bed. Someone I'd been dreaming about for a long time. She was wearing dark jeans and a dark hoody with roses embroidered on it. I smiled at her rosy lips and felt the warmth of her cool blue eyes. He had her flowing black hair down and she smiled back.
MTB: Aurora!
Aurora Strachon: Hey handsome.
And there was my inspiration...
MTB: You think you have what it takes. You think you're on the verge of making it big. You think that because you've had near enough the same match in the past that it's a given you're going to win. But then, you don't. It's kinda humbling.
Who was I talking to? You might ask me that. Mr. Predator? Sandy Strachon? Sam Strachon? Seth Strachon? Aurora? To be honest, it was my reflection in a bathroom mirror. The Strachon Castle was so big, every room in it was en suite. The one connected to my bedroom had a multitude of cream tiles surrounded by pale mairgold walls. The mirror I was looking into had a dirty gold frame, engraved with a barbed wire design. Reflected back to me were my drooping, sunken eyes. I'd been too busy thinking to sleep.
MTB: Last year, before I debuted. I looked myself in the mirror and said this: "I want to be the very best, like no one ever was." This past year, I've lost sight of myself. I thought I was ready for the main event. I beat past main eventers. But I hadn't paid my dues yet...
I turned on the cold tap of the white and silver marble wash basin below me, letting it fill up slightly. I rested my championship belt on the side and dipped my hands in. I cupped them together like a bowl and lowered my head. I quickly jerked my hands up to splash the water in my face, making sure the water didn't seep through my fingers. I hadn't had a shower since just after Live-Wire. It was Saturday now. With the weather being what it was like, I should've really showered three times a day. I smelled of dried on sweat. At least the water was refreshing. As the water trickled down my face, I stared back into the mirror.
MTB: So being bullied at school wasn't paying my dues? I need to start from the bottom and slowly make my way to the top. That's what Pred did. That's what DDT did. They were established MTB, you're not that yet. You need a big win that's not Jealousy.
I headed to the shower and set it going. It was too hot for my usual, so I cranked the dial down from seven to four. As the water powered down on me, I could tell the difference. I'd never truly appreciated a cold shower. I sat down and started talking to myself more. It was a habit I'd had since high school. Whenever anything bad happened to me, I sat down on my own and talked.
MTB: I'm still in the League. I'm second and have the edge on head-to-head. I beat Thor. But my dad helped me.
He had his reasons. It had been five months since we'd been estranged. He didn't go out there to help me. He went out there to psyche out Thor since they're facing each other for the Universal title this week.
MTB: In fact, when's the last time I won a match on my own? Within the rules. The other week, my dad helped me beat Thor. Then I won at War Zone thanks to Joe Stall since I was eliminated. Everyone and their dog helped me beat Christian Lee. I wasn't the legal man at Genesis when I got the pin. I beat Knox by DQ. James interfered when I beat WBL. I beat Christian Lee by DQ. And James and I won the tag gauntlet at Jealousy... But earlier, I beat James Bohne by myself... That was Jealousy... Nearly a year ago! Shit! No wonder I've not made progress.
I let the water engulf me. I was nothing but a shattered man. This was an important time in my life. I had to pick up the pieces. I had to reset my focus. I'd been competing for glory and money too long. I was a wrestler. To get the money and glory, I needed a cause. I needed to fight because I'm MTB. I needed to find my Lost Hero inside me. I still had the Lost Heroes Trophy to compete for. To be the best, I was going to have to work harder than ever. I needed inspiration, and being out of Jealousy was just what I needed. I smiled to myself and spoke out loud again.
MTB: Come on, MTB. You can do this...
Of course I could. I had to believe in myself. I had the tools. I just had to use them properly. I had three points to battle for on Live-Wire. I didn't need to worry about my dad or the tag titles or not being in Jealousy this week. I had to think of Matthew "The Raven" Knox. If I was to beat him, it was safe to say that he was out of the running, and I'd only have two more matches left. My partner, James Stall, and the current leader, the enigmatic Timothy Edward Vortex. I couldn't take anything for granted anymore. I had to beat Knox. We had a good match last time we faced, and hopefully no one would ruin it with interference this time. Hopefully this time, I'd get the clean win...
MTB: I need a clean win. I need to turn myself around. I need to win... All by myself.
I stopped the shower and dried myself off. I pulled on some clothes I'd brought in the bathroom with me. A Thundercats t-shirt and some floral blue shorts would do, I figured. I picked up my FWF Elite Tag Team Championship belt and opened the door. To my surprise there was someone there, lounging on my bed. Someone I'd been dreaming about for a long time. She was wearing dark jeans and a dark hoody with roses embroidered on it. I smiled at her rosy lips and felt the warmth of her cool blue eyes. He had her flowing black hair down and she smiled back.
MTB: Aurora!
Aurora Strachon: Hey handsome.
And there was my inspiration...