Talent. One who has skills that he or she is exceedingly good at. Basically what you have to have to survive in the wrestling business is talent. Fuck work ethic and all that other bull shit people say, you have to have the talent to perform every time you go out there and wrestle. When you have the talent like I am you feel untouchable… in fact in the wrestling ring is the only place I feel untouchable because I know that nobody can outperform me in the wrestling ring. Fuck life out of the wrestling ring, that is all that matters to me. All that matters… everything in my life is in the ring. Blood, sweat, tears, and me sacrificing my own body to hurt somebody else’s is like heaven to me. Now for Jason Simmons, Johnny Mescino, and for everybody else who wants to be like me then look at it this way… at least you can keep your day job. Simmons and Mescino are nothing to me… mere images, even ILLUSIONS to me. Do they have the talent I have? Hell no, as I proved that at Adrenaline. Do they have the skills I have? Hell no, as I proved that at Adrenaline as well. I could care less about how hard each of them work all I care about is how I can outwrestle, outperform, and just kick the shit out of people without even breaking a sweat.
Titles. Something you have accomplished and earned, in this case a title you wear around your waist after beating someone for it. Really, I could care less about titles right now or anytime because now I‘m just focused on winning. When you win, you earn title shots and if you win the title shots, you win the titles. So all in all it adds up nice for me. Right now I have a slight blemish on my record because I’m 1-1, losing to Trent Paul last week in the middle of the ring and then beating Jason Simmons in the middle of the ring this week. Trent had me last week but now I know my mistakes and I am going to use them for my own advantage. I’ll admit, I made some mistakes in my first match with Paul but just like I said, I learned from the mistakes and turned it around to kick the shit out of Jason Simmons and Johnny Mescino. Do I need a title to be the best all-around athlete in the world? I don‘t think I do. I am SWF‘s Messiah, here to get rid of the fat, ugly, trailor-trash that has infiltrated the Superior Wrestling Federation. Superior? Not quite… Mediocre Wrestling Federation is more like it… but as long as Carey keeps paying me… I‘m stayin here and kickin ass like I do.
Enigma. One that is puzzling, ambiguous, or inexplicable. You know some people in the SWF are puzzling at times including me. When you lose a match and if you really care about yourself and your career, you have to go within you to pull yourself together for next week or next month. You see, the life of a pro wrestler is an enigma… I don‘t know where I am going to be in 3 months or 3 years. Will I be out of the business? Will I be dead? I don‘t know… and nobody knows. Having my life be an enigma makes me think even more and more about my future and what I have experienced in my past. The enigma is having me go out there and bust my ass not knowing if I’ll win, lose, bleed, or die. SWF is an enigma… pro wrestling is an enigma… and life itself is an enigma, I’m just living in it.
Previously Recorded…
[Flash In. We open up to a local library where everything is quiet except for a man behind the computer screen who is clicking the keyboard keys at a speedy rate. We go to the side of the computer and we see it is Mike Daniels with Alex Addams sitting next to him in a black leather chair. They are in their own room in the back so nobody can disturb them while they do what they came to.]
“Mike… get on your Messenger and see if your brothers have completed their task yet.”
“Chill out man… we only gave the assignment to them like two days ago. I never said this was fast food.”
“Well get on and see how far they‘ve got done then.”
“Gimme a second… I have to see who won the games last night.”
“Alright check out www.nba.com for it.”
[[God damn man… let‘s go. I was pretty tired of Mike and was pretty tired period… so I was a little off sync in the library… but I was trying to focus on business not basketball.]]
“Heh… Addams your Celtics got beat again 94-76. They‘re screwed.”
“Yeah, now they are. They may win one or two but then they‘ll be eliminated for sure.”
“Pierce had an okay game and Walker had a double-double though. They don‘t have a big man or a third weapon.”
“Yeah whatever man… who won the Lakers-Spurs game?”
“Lakers by 15. It says here they started out the game with a 16-4 run. Damn that‘s tough.”
“Can we please get back to the business at hand Mike? After that I can rap with you about NBA whenever.”
“Alright man… alright. *wipes off brow* So do you want me to e-mail them or see if they‘re online right now?”
“Both. If they‘re online now though you don‘t have to e-mail them. I just need to get in contact with Rodney that‘s it.”
“Do you just want their phone number? That‘ll be easier.”
“Yeah it‘s easier but it costs a shitload to call from here to American Samoa or wherever they live.”
“Good point but you‘re rich as hell man.”
“Yeah but I don‘t want to waste my money. You know just because I‘m rich now doesn‘t mean I skipped school or something. ”
“Yeah, yeah whatever. *logs on to his old-school messaging* Uhh… they‘re on but it says that they went to California on their away message.”
“You better be fuckin kidding around with me man or else I‘ll whack Catrell.”
“Settle the fuck down Alex I‘m kidding. It says they‘re out working and will be back in about three hours. If I were you I would just e-mail them. You could catch them easier that way.”
“*sighs* Thank god… or else I would‘ve been pretty pissed and I‘m pissed already due to my lack of sleep.”
“So what do you want me to do then? E-mail them or try and call later at YOUR house on YOUR bill?”
“*thinks* I want you to do both. E-mail them first and if they don‘t reply back by 7 O‘Clock tonight then just give them a call from my place. No big deal here. The worst thing that could happen is that we won‘t get an e-mail from them until tomorrow or the next day.”
“*laughs* Whoa, whoa, whoa man I said that as a joke… I thought you didn‘t want to call Rodney all the way in Samoa.”
“Call him anyway. Like you said, I‘m rich as hell so about 70 bucks would be like a penny to me.”
“Hey go over and look at the movies… I‘ll type the e-mail.”
“All right. Anything in-particular you want me to find?”
“Yeah man try and get The Sopranos Seasons 1 and 2. If not then just get some action movie.”
“Okay. I‘ll be back in about ten minutes.”
[[Man, this has been a long day. Hopefully I can find them at the “New Releases“ section so I don‘t have to look for that long. I wish I was at home taking a nice nap right now… just like Simmons did when I hit him with that backbreaker.]]
“Let‘s see here… Sea Quest… Sopranos Volume Three, Sandlot, Ah! Sopranos Volume One and Two.”
[[Hopefully Mike is done by now and not looking up porno. Heh, if he isn‘t done I‘ll send the damn e-mail myself.]]
“*sits back down next to Mike* You done yet man?”
“Nah… I‘m still finishing up some shit with Catrell‘s personal information. What movies did you get?”
“The Sopranos, Volumes One and Two.”
“Good man trust me they‘re good episodes.”
“Yeah I bet. *sighs* Hurry up man we don‘t have all day.”
“Chill out man… just another minute or so… the information is downloading right now.”
[[One minute my ass… I bet you anything it will be at least five to ten. I‘m making his ass drive on the way home too… I‘m sleeping.]]
“So what are we doing after this man?”
“I planned on going to see a construction crew so they could start building sometime this week but I‘m too tired to do it today. I‘ll just go tomorrow and have them start Wednesday or Thursday.”
“Seriously… why don‘t we just stop by Bender‘s Construction on the way home? They will do it probably.”
“Bender has hated my ass since high school. I fucked his woman at the prom. *laughs* It was pretty funny now looking back at it.”
“I‘ll just register the building under my name. It will be easy…”
“Nah… not today. I‘ll stop by D and D‘s tomorrow. They‘ll probably hook me up.”
“All right, suit yourself.”
[[Yeah I will suit myself Mike. You see I try to get things done on my basis but people try and make decisions for me. Sucks balls doesn‘t it?]]
“So you done yet?”
“Almost… all that has to be transferred now is his personal records from the police.”
“Which system did you hack into?”
“FBI… Rodney gave me the codes for it last year and showed me how to configure the new software they downloaded in. Pretty simple stuff.”
“Well if you can get the files why can‘t you just look into the file?”
“Each convict or FBI employee has a protected file that is protected by three passwords. Rodney can crack them… I have no clue where to start. I can almost break in… but not quite.”
“Shit… why don‘t you just delete my file then?”
“You have a file on the FBI? I didn‘t know you were that dangerous of a man…*laughs*”
“Yeah… I do. I got on for loan sharking and then killing an FBI officer.”
“Did you serve any time for it?”
“Yeah… I served about a year when I was twenty-one, right before I got in to the wrestling business. Only one promoter would accept me for 30 bucks a match… it wasn‘t that bad considering it was the indies.”
“Where did you start again for wrestling?”
“In some rinky-dink federation called The Union Of Wrestling Masters. The Silencer from Elite Wrestling was in it too… we had some good battles together there.”
“Is that why you left Elite Wrestling? Because you lost to Silencer?”
“I‘m not going to lie to you… it hurt a hell of a lot. I probably quit a little because of that… but more because Carey offered me more in SWF.”
“Ahh… and then that‘s when you hired me… convenient.”
“All I really need you for now is to assemble the “TEAM KNOCKOUT“ team. Go after somebody… I don‘t really care who. Just make sure they are good.”
“Yeah… I‘m getting to fat to be a bodyguard now anyway. *pauses* I think I have somebody who would fit in quite well with our style.”
“They better not suck or I‘ll slap you in the face…”
“Oh it‘s a former World Champion I think… hopefully he still is in my contacts. *pauses* Ah! The e-mail is finished… let me log off and we can go.”
[[Finally. This is starting to piss me off. Aww shit… I forgot to cut a promo today…]]
“Well Mike… we can‘t go yet.”
“Why the hell not? You were the one who was whining about leaving back there!”
“I forgot that I had to cut a promo for SWF… Go get a camera and set it up while I get a chair and I‘ll meet you in the meeting room.”
[[Heh… I love doing all of the easy work. Now if he will just turn that camera around…]]
“Mike… take the lens cap of… you got it? All right… here we go.”
***Cameras Turned On***
Ahh… Adrenaline. Throughout the week I proclaimed that I would walk into Adrenaline riding high even though I had suffered a loss, but in the same night still beat Johnny Mescino and Jason Simmons at the same time. Now I may not be Miss Cleo… but I certainly got this one right. Alex Addams walked in to Adrenaline 0-1, and came out 1-1, beating Jason Simmons with my backbreaker. Now Simmons and Mescino may have put up a great effort and gave it their all yadda yadda yadda I‘ve heard the speech before, because I said it last week. Guys I may not be your trainer, or mentor… but here is some friendly advice… stick with this and maybe you‘ll get a win sometime this year or before Jason Simmons quits again.
Now onto this weeks‘ order of business which is the biggest challenge I‘ve had in a long ass time. First off, I‘ve been watching SWF ever since $exy $.K. was SWF Heavyweight Champion… and I‘ve seen a lot of people come… and even more go. But never in SWF history have I seen somebody come and make it to the top within about two months. NEVER. The man that I have seen do this was the Overdrive Champion about a month and a half ago and while I was in Elite Wrestling I never really bothered to look at him as a legitimate SWF Heavyweight Title Contender… but boy was I wrong. Andrew Hurley has made it to the top the quickest in SWF history… and only has one more step to go until he gets that dream of his.
Now sorry to spoil the moment Hurley, but just because you have worked your ass off and got to the top doesn‘t mean that your ride starts running for free. You see Andrew… I want to be the quickest to earn that title shot, and what way is better for me to do it than by beating you? It makes sense doesn‘t it? Of course it does because we both know I have the ability it takes to beat you. You have the hard work, the desire, and you THINK you have the skills but now the tables have turned on you… I am the first person you have wrestled that can outwrestle you and outfight you. This week there is no running… no hiding… no excuses. This week Hurley, it is you and me one on one in a match that I‘d like to call a #1 Contenders Match. It may be just me but when I beat you this week, I will be the uncrowned number one contender.
Andrew, I know you have beaten a lot of poeple and to your benefit you have beat them cleanly… getting you a pretty impressive record here in SWF. But you see Andrew, this week is not about records… throw the records out the damn window. This week is about showing me what you‘re made of and of showing the SWF booking staff what you‘re made of. Show me what you‘re made of Hurley… I want to experience first hand how it feels to step into the ring with you because with your resume… you‘re one of the hottest rising stars today. Hurley, you better fuckin bring the best you have on Adrenaline. YOU BETTER bring the best you have because you will have to kill me and burn me to beat me. You won‘t stop me Andrew… you won‘t stop my destiny. Trent Paul did, but I kick started it back up last week. And this week this is my opportunity and my shot… and like the song says… YOU ONLY GET ONE SHOT.