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[Opponent: Michael Corvin] The challenge has been accepted, and yet another man I get to face. This man is none other than the young gun, Michael Corvin.
The stipulation? A ladder match. A definite match where bodies will be crumbling. Crumbling under cold, hard steel. I have yet to test out this match. I'm not very big on gimmick matches. I'm more noticed for the technicality of singles matches. I take on the big dogs and I run with the pack.
And now, Michael Corvin is blessed with an oppertunity to prove himself. To have his name dropped down on that list of superiority. This oppertunity placed in front of him surely won't be an easy task. I'm sure he's already quite aware of it, and it'll be interesting how it'll all play out.
l| Patrick |l 'You ready?
She stood there, my supporter of the Roughkut Invitational. She was the one that was my strength, my pride. She was my backbone, so to say. I rely heavily on her and I'm sure she relies on me as well.
l| Sasha |l Yeah. This schedule's kinda' hectic, Pat. We're gonna' have to be moving back here in like two days. It's rough doing this, 'ya know?
l| Patrick |l I know. It's a tight schedule, but we must work with it. I'm not eliminated from the invitational yet.
l| Sasha |l Oh, and try not to screw up in the ladders match.
I chuckled, a smile drooping over my lips. Just the mere ideology seemed a bit out of whack. Though her high expectance of me was surely something, it all seemed rather funny to me.
l| Patrick |l How am I supposed to reassure myself for that? I've never been in a ladder match before. For all I know when reaching up for the-
l| Sasha |l What's going to be hanging above the ring anyways?
l| Patrick |l It's a surprise...
She seemed kind of iscolated. She didn't fit. I knew she'd feel that way, but it kills the excitement. I want her to be shaking while watching my match. That's exactly why the match was announced in the first place.
l| Sasha |l You're not going to tell me? I'm your girlfriend, Patrick. No secrets.
l| Patrick |l No harmful secrets.
I backed away as her arm came across my shoulder, the playful remenissance between our connection. She went to swing again, but I pulled her in closer to me, wrapping my arms around her.
l| Sasha |l Hey, that's cheating!
l| Patrick |l Cheating? Nah...
She seemed to settle down, conforming to the contours of my body and becoming more comfortable. Instead of squirming, she now lay rested, staring up at me.
l| Sasha |l So you going to beat Corvin?
l| Patrick |l If things go well, yes. I'm just praying my foot doesn't slip or fall. My career could end in this matchup.
l| Sasha |l Nah. You're gonna' be alright.
She laid her head on my chest, grasping the small of my back even tighter. For a few seconds, we stood there in silence. Just standing there, sharing the same emotion as one.
l| Patrick |l We're going to be late you know...
l| Sasha |l No we won't...
l| Patrick |l It took you three hours to get ready last time.
l| Sasha |l Don't we have like four hours left?
l| Patrick |l Two hours. Our flight leaves at 11:15.
Her head steered the other way, looking at the clock on the nightstand, beside the bed. She took a few seconds to think before bursting out.
l| Sasha |l Damnit!
She quickly pulled away and headed off into the bathroom without a single look at me. I stood there, laughing.
It took her one and a half hours to get ready this time, but definitely looking far from her usual self. She seemed to have a different appearance, a different tone to her. Constantly she would pace in and out of the bathroom. Saving her some time, I laid out a set of clothes which would suit her perfectly today. Matching the top to the bottom, I sat beside the clothes and watched some TV.
I sat there, sitting on the bench. Looking across the pond, the wooden bench hard beaneath my body. I relaxed, easing into the open creases and taking in the warm air. A look of joyness crossed over my face, I could already picture my matchup. The future.
l| Patrick |l Hmmm... Michael Corvin. Definitely a wrestler who has some heart and dedication to this industry, to The "X". I admire that. Though that's not going to enable you to pick up a win.
l| Patrick |l You're going to pick up a win on shear ability and experience. You haven't been in here all too long, you're obviously lacking experience. Though this stipulation gives you the advantage. You are walking into this match with as equal chances as I. You know how to utilize the ladder, you know how to go amongst the match, when to climb, when not to.
l| Patrick |l What you lack in skill, you pick up in the stipulation's experience. You could easily pull a win off of me. I climb at the wrong time, you could take me out, pull me off. You could tip the ladder over, causing me to pour myself to concrete on the outside of the ring.
The camera began to drag itself around me. As if I were the center of the universe, the whole television nation revolving around me. My superiority has been noticed, and is being glanced about.
l| Patrick |l You can pick up the win by a single mistake I make. I'm used to having my opponent force up a larger mistake in order for me to capitalize. The ladder brings in more of a thrill and a boost of excitement to this match.
l| Patrick |l And I live for the excitement. I ride with the hype. Some even call me "hype". Just like you're my inspiration to do well in the match, I should be yours. Hopefully I'll be driving you to become better. Hopefully you'll have to step up to a whole new level of game.
l| Patrick |l So do it. Step up. Learn. Utilize. Perform.
We were around ten minutes late this time around. We were lucky enough to have the plane wait for us, and I'm sure angered many of the people on the plane. We had arrived to our destination withion a few hours and the jet lag seemed a bit intense for only a few hours.
Maybe I had awoken too early or didn't have coffee, I'm not sure. But I was scrambling to find more energy in myself. We were in the main lobby, awaiting our luggage as I took a seat, staring up at Sasha.
l| Patrick |l Ah man. I'm so drained...
l| Sasha |l Suck it up, big boy, you'll be alright.
l| Patrick |l My legs are just weak right now. 'Can't hold myself up. It's like going shopping with you.
l| Sasha |l Oh come on, it isn't that bad...
l| Patrick |l I just hope I'm not sick. I want to be a hundred percent if I head into this match with Corvin.
I rearranged myself on the metal surface, still looking up at her. She took a seat next to me, wrapping her right arm around my shoulder and tucking me in, giving me a light hug.
l| Sasha |l Don't worry about it. I'm sure it's just jet lag. Besides, you've got Corvin wrapped up. He's an easy win.
Sasha was like my arrogant side. She always had confidence in me. At times, sure, I question it. Though majority of the time, she's my other side. She's Patrick Glenn number two.
l| Patrick |l I try and keep things to a minimal. I don't want to come off as another cocky wrestler. Sure, I'm confident. Never cocky though. Even if I feel I've got Mike in the bag, I just want to pull off the best possible performance for the fans. Especially in a match like this. I just feel like taking some big risks in this match. Patrick Glenn needs to be noticed. If I'm going to be noticed by the fans, I'm going to have to pull off some amazing maneuvers.
l| Sasha |l You could still pull that off even if you were sick.
l| Patrick |l But my chances of making a mistake are much higher. I won't be as fast, I won't be as agile.
She pulled me in once again, giving more of a firm hug.
l| Sasha |l You'll be alright...
For a moment, we stared off as one. Same view. Same ideals. Same emotion. Together.
The flashback of the promo airs once again. Patrick Glenn seems more settled into the bench this time. Confident?
l| Patrick |l Mr. Corvin, you better come prepared. Bring your little ladders down to the ring. Bring whatever you need. I don't care if you bring in a chair or a table. Be creative, be inventive.
l| Patrick |l I'm going to experiment a little in this match. You're going to see a new Patrick Glenn out there.
l| Patrick |l A new persona of perfection.
The scene fades to black as an arrogant grin crosses Patrick Glenn's face. Zooming in on his eyes, the black hits.
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