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Post by Wade Mason on Mar 24, 2010 17:32:12 GMT -5
[Singles Match] Lance Peterson Vs. Nikko TaDa
Limit: 2 Each Maximum First Deadline: Sunday March 28th at 11:59pm EST Final Deadline: Monday March 29th at 11:59pm EST Kirsten Shelley: This past week, Peterson more or less called TaDa out in his weekly promo. Majority Owner, Alli Taylor, took notice and signed the match as Animosity ended. What is the bad blood Peterson has towards TaDa?
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Post by indyfields on Mar 26, 2010 0:25:21 GMT -5
Chapter Six: Pathetic “Will you put down that bottle,” Alyson yells in a deep voice. Standing over me; yelling in my ear. A warm feeling moving through my body; I continue to down the bottle of Jack in my hand. Wearing a white tank top with blue jeans; forgetting to workout. After winning against Shane Tallin last week; my celebration was cut short. How could I really enjoy winning when I found out I have had a child all this time. I lean back and begin dazing into my past. Thinking about all the time we spent together at the time. When it started; it was the best thing to ever happen. But my career and love collided and it all came crashing down. It was not fair - I loved that women. And she loved me back but our relationship didn’t work because of football. Football was my life - I couldn’t avoid it. When I wasn’t playing I was watching it. I would travel to Europe just to watch people throw a ball to learn. Resurfacing back to the present - still sitting there. Staring into the bottle of dark liquid; beginning to become scared. My reflection awakens me - I cannot believe who I have become. A drunk who drinks his sorrows away. Looking up to Alyson - I know she is worried. Still have the love for me - still having the urge to be with me. I thought I was over her - I was wrong. You can never stop loving somebody. You either love them or never loved them. You can’t just stop loving her. This is not a George Jones song - I didn’t stop loving her today. “What the fuck am I doing,” I question myself. Alyson has the strike of fear in her eyes. Widening and stepping back a few steps. I quickly get to my feet - spitting the poison out. I chuck the bottle to the wall - the glass shatters. Alyson shakes in fear. Believing; that I am going to hurt her next. Jolting my head to the right - she begins to cry. “Lance stop please - don’t do this,” she yells begging for mercy. I reach over and grab her arm, holding it gently but her fear makes it feel like pain. I pull her closer and stare into her eyes. Seeing my reflection; I see the fear. Breathing heavily I look as I am going to pounce but it happens. My emotions get the better of me - I cannot resist. I lock lips with Alyson and it all comes clear. I no longer need one night stands. I no longer need football; I know what is missing. Love and wrestling; the perfect combination. ***** [Live Broadcast; Q106 The Corner]Tim Baron: Welcome back to the Corner here on Q106 with Tim Baron. The sports world is shaking up; the hype is growing. Counting down to the return of Tiger Woods; the countdown to the NFL draft. And we have the pay per view debut of former football player now professional wrestler; from right here in Lansing, Michigan. And our guests here on The Corner; please welcome Lance Peterson to the show. Lance Peterson: Thanks Tim for having me. You were quite lucky as I was about to call in my reservations for my plane to Miami. It will be the second time this year going to Miami. The superbowl and now I am actually going for a purpose. Tim Baron: The superbowl; what a night that was. The destiny of the Saints was fulfilled with their win over the Indianapolis Colts. It was huge night for the city of New Orleans. Their reward for the hurricane Katrina; catastrophe. Lance Peterson: “Yeah it was a fun night. Hell Miami was looking like Mardi gras afterwards. I was happy for Brees, but I am more of a Brady fan.” Tim Baron: My producer said you just signed a contract with our station to be apart of The Corner every week from here out. Lance Peterson: Yeah; it is my way of getting mentally prepared for my upcoming matches and events. This upcoming event is my biggest by far. Tim Baron: Before we go in on your upcoming match; I want to step back. Let’s go back to the end of your football career. And let’s go to how you got into the sport of professional wrestling. Lance Peterson: Alright, it began at last notice. See when I was released by my former team - I was down. I was more depressed than ever. I did not know what I was going to do because football was all I have every done. A friend of mine persuaded me to go to this wrestling event for AWWL; a wrestling promotion based out of Williamston, Michigan. Anyways I was hesitant but I eventually went. And I met a man named Larry Fields. After the event we got to meet some of the performers and Fields was one of them. He talked to me personally because he was the only one who knew who I was. And he persuaded me into meeting him the next day to talk further. And after talking a few times he got me into wrestling. Training for a year; before I was ready to compete. And I did it for about a year before eventually hiring my old agent back and signing with True Glory Wrestling. Tim Baron: Why did you leave AWWL for TGW? Lance Peterson: Well AWWL only did event monthly and not enough to make a living. I saved enough from my football days but I needed a stable income. However, I wanted to move on with my career at the same time. That is why I signed with True Glory Wrestling for the most part. And this Sunday is a huge stepping stone for my career. Tim Baron: In your debut in TGW; you lost. Lance Peterson: I am going to cut you off right there. I did not lose that match; let me set the record straight. I did not lose against Xaria and Logan. I did not get pinned and I did not tap out. I am the submission for crying out loud. How am I going to tap out to Xaria? If you go back and watch that match - Logan lost the match. I was not involved in the finish. If it was a singles match with Logan or Xaria; I would have left victorious. Xaria knows it and Nikko TaDa knows it. Tim Baron: This Sunday you will be facing Nikko in your pay per view debut. Hysteria is being held in Miami and will your destiny be fulfilled like it was for the New Orleans Saints? Lance Peterson: Destiny is just a word to me. There is no destiny when it comes to sports. The colts just suck - they did not deserve to be in the superbowl. I would rather watch the Lions in the superbowl. I hate Peyton Manning. He is no Lance Peterson. But my debut pay per view is going to be bitter sweet. I actually have two matches because they know Lance Peterson is the face of TGW. And I am going to be apart of the Hysteria Rumble match and my match against Nikko TaDa. Nikko has been running his damn mouth last week and now he thinks he is better than me? He has another thing coming because unlike him - I actually won last week. He failed because he can’t handle the pressure. He tapped out last week against Xaria and he will do it again against the Submission Technician. Tim Baron: Nikko TaDa seems like a valid competitor. With only one victory, do you actually think you can defeat somebody with more experience? Lance Peterson: Experience is not all he will need to win. He is going to need all the wrestling gods on his side to leave with a victory. Nikko will learn pain is just a four letter word - that hurts like a bitch. Tim Baron: Watch the language, we are live. But we are almost out of time for today; but you can watch Lance Peterson compete live on pay per view. We will see you next week on the aftermath of Hysteria. But until next time this is Tim Baron live from The Corner. ***** Pathetic [pə-thĕtìĭk] (Adjective.) Arousing or capable of arousing scornful pity.The time is drawing near; the time for your real self being revealed. Nikko TaDa do you honestly think you are better than me? O you believe destiny is on your side? Destiny is fake - and so are you. You failed to successfully defeat Xaria last week. After vowing to leave victorious you failed. And after believing you can end the losing run you started - you failed. And now you are on a losing streak and you have to face the Submission Technician. It is ironic that you face me this week. After our war or words last week; the management listened. They knew the pay per view would not be successful without the Submission Technician involved. The people demanded and they listened. And unfortunately for you Nikko; your fate will be ruined. You tapped out in pain last week; and the result will be the same. Your career is summed up to one word - Pathetic.
Two weeks ago I faced the same person you lost too - and I did not even lost to her. I was not involved in the finish because she cannot beat me. It is still a loss in the record books but personally she knows I am better than her. But you did not have that pleasure. You did not have the opportunity to run to the back and let some unsuspecting person take the heat. You had to take the pain - and you lost to Xaria live in front of all those retards in the crowd. Those hypocrites cheered as you got your ass handed to you on a silver platter. You can cry in response - stating Xaria got lucky. But I been in the ring with her - she is no joke. Even though she cannot beat me; she can beat you on her worse day. And it was proven when you failed last week and that failure is a sign of what’s to come this Sunday.
Listen to music more - listen to the sounds of Three Days Grace. Pain is the perfect song for this match. There is going to be enough pain inflicted to spread around. Do you know what you are getting into Nikko? Do you know who you are stepping in the ring with? Do you know who is going to stretch your body in places that shouldn’t? No; that is running through your thick skull. You don’t know who the fuck I am. You know why you do not know me Nikko? Do you know why you never hear of Lance Peterson? You are not in my league that is why. And don’t come back and say because your league I higher than mine. Just remember I am on a winning streak - your not. And when the dust cleared last week - you were thriving in pain. Holding onto your body; giving yourself a big old hug. Knowing you failed once more. And you knew you would never be able to amount to anything ever again. Even though you had the match in hand at one point you slipped. And when you slip just one second; your opponent will pounce. And that is what Xaria took advantage of. And that is what I will be taking advantage of.
Just listen to these words of wisdom. You may think I am just a has been football player trying to become a professional wrestler. You can think what you want. But remember before you open that mouth of yours. I may be a has been; but you are a never was. You never have done anything with your life. And you may want to deny yourself but you can’t. You can’t say anything because you know I am telling the truth. How does it feel knowing you have nothing to gain out of this match? How does it feel knowing you are walking into your third straight lost? How does it feel to know I am better than you? How does it feel to know you won’t be walking out the same? How does it feel to know you will tap out to the hands of the Submission Technician? You can thank me later; this won’t be the beginning of us. We will meet again; when you are bagging my groceries at the local Walmart.
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Post by onitamago on Mar 26, 2010 1:02:31 GMT -5
Nikko's Story Section Two; Part One: Identity Crises God, help me break free Please let the love spread inside Let it shine in me *~*~*~*~* It felt like I was being controlled. Her threats were getting more serious because she wanted to get closer to Linette, but I won't let that happen. I won't let Shikagami hurt anyone no matter how much torture she puts me through. I got to break free from her. I am not a copy of her. I am not a copy of anyone. I am me. I can her hear words and feel her slapping me on my body with her bamboo stick over and over again. "Maro kainashi pi-su kuso..." She was saying 'You worthless piece of shit' to me as if I were nothing to her. I was starting to feel like I was her trapped little slave and I couldn't break free. Even if I did escape, she would continue to hunt me down until she got what she wanted. She was self-destructing from the inside-- she really was Satan's whore. She just wanted to hurt innocent lives for fun-- especially Linette since she's so obsessed with her that it's making her self-destruct like this. Fear ate away at me, especially that night. The night where Linette nearly put me on death's bed. What happened to her? I don't know. I always thought she was this innocent person who had a smile on her face. It was like she wanted to kill me. I can't die. I don't want to die. I'm not weak-- NO! My thoughts were racing through my head as I drove to Pacific Beach in San Diego. I needed time alone. I really did. I needed to know who I really am. I need to know my true identity. Oh heavenly father-- please help me. I don't know who the hell I am anymore. Things are going by too fast and I needed time to think. As I drove towards the beach area, I also drove by the apartments. That's where -she- was. Am I really a monster? Am I really Satan himself? No. I never was nor I ever will be. Yeah, I do admit that I was worshiping Satan at one time when I was younger. The small tattoo of Jesus Christ dying on the cross on the back of my neck proves that I was one. I just always had it covered up wither with a choker of just my jacket. My mind was clouded with many thoughts. I just needed to do something to get my mind off of something. Once I parked my car around the beach area and hopped out of the driver's seat and locked the car up, I saw a cute looking blonde chick in some sexy looking clothes. Man, she was a hot looking chick. Looks like I'll be having some fun this afternoon and I'm sure a certain someone wouldn't mind. I casually walked up the the cute woman to try and woo her. "You know... I like going to beaches too and walking around on days like this." I responded as I threw her a grin while slightly leaning against the wall. The blonde haired girl couldn't help but slightly chuckle a little bit as she turned towards me, catching my attention. Her long, wavy hair was flowing in the wind. "Really now?" She raised an eyebrow, looking me in the eyes very suspiciously as if she knew the real reason. I turned more towards her. "Oh yes... and today happens to be your lucky day because you want to know why?" I responded as I moved towards her and placed an arm around her. She was starting to get a little spooked once I did that, but I didn't care. All I needed was to have a little fun in life and I don't give a flying fuck on what people do or what people say. "Why is it my lucky day?" She asked with suspicion. I couldn't help but get a small laugh out of that as I whispered into her ear. "Because... you happen to be the most gorgeous woman in the world. This means I'm free tonight so how about we go out to a movie or something?" My smirk grew wider as I said that. It was like a side of me that I've never felt before. Why was I feeling this way? It's been awhile since I've acted like this. It was like someone deep inside was taking over me. Was it love? Was it lust? I just wanted my true identity. The woman had a disgusted look on her face as she swatted my arm away from her. She started to back away from me. "Please... like I would ever go out with a guy like you. Number one, don't take this personally but I have no interest in Asian guys and number two I am happily taken by a guy already, so fuck off, troll!" When she said that, anger began to rage in me. No interest in Asian guys? This bitch was a fucking racist against Asians. If anyone ever made fun of my race, then that's when they get seriously hurt. I clenched my fists and grabbed her by her blonde hair, pulling on it really hard. "Ow! Hey, quit it!" She yelled and she punched me in the arm but I took it like a man and just laughed. Such amusement right there. As she kept punching me, I backhanded her to the wall. It looked like the little bitch was about to shed tears of sorrow but I just turned away. "Don't EVER speak to me like that in public again..." I responded with no remorse at all. I showed the bitch no mercy. "If I catch you saying such shit like that again then I will be chopping off all of your hair." She started shedding tears once I turned and walked away. "YOU BASTARD!" She yelled out to me, but I just kept on walking, not even acknowledging her. As I walked back towards my 2009 Mustang, my mind began to drift off again. Was this really me? Am I really a person who was truly in love with his lust? This can't be happening... I'm not a reincarnation of Shikagami. Unlike her, I don't hurt myself or push my friends away. Do I hurt various people around me? Yes, but just because I hurt people I don't know-- especially women when I toy with them doesn't mean I would end up hurting my friends. It's the old story where the apple falls from the tree. If my parents were screwed up that means I might be screwed up as well. Just like how my parents abused me here and there when they were either wasted or high, I was going down that same road of stupidity where I was hurting people. It's doing more damage to my heart. It's not like I'm a drug addict or an alcoholic like my parents were-- except that one time where drugs were involved was where I was drugged by Fuck Face, Paul. The damage that was being done was the violence. I finally arrived at my car, but once I arrived at my car-- "I'm impressed my fellow pupil... you have finally became one with lust. Maro sue ichi motte gokai." That voice was so familiar and so near. There was only one person who would call me "Fellow pupil"-- Shikagami. What does she want with me? And what did she mean by becoming "One with lust"? I shook my head, trying not to listen to her words. Her words mean nothing to me. No. When I turned around-- there she was, standing right behind me with a sadistic smirk on her face and holding the bamboo stick in her right hand. I just scoffed as I turned away from her. I didn't want ANY part of that emo whore. She was dead to me. "What do you want, bitch?" I responded with anger raging through me. Shikagami took a step closer to me as she still kept that smirk. Something was different about her-- as if she had a whole new personality. "Sore migoto. Goshujin gokai sono mottomo migoto juu toko." She responded by saying 'It's beautiful. Your lust is the most beautiful thing ever.' as she slowly lifted my head up with the use of her bamboo stick. "Urusai!" I yelled 'Shut up!' to her while several people in the meantime were staring at the two of us as if we're lunatics. I was starting to feel embarrassed now by Shikagami. She was treating me as if I was her little slave toy-- just like in my dream. I knew lust took over me, but there as still time for that love to break free. The lust has only trapped the love within me. I grabbed a hold of her bamboo stick and ripped it out of her hand, tossing it aside. "I'm not an object that you can just toss around. I'm a human being like everyone else and you're just acting like you're superior to all of us just because you only want to get your hands on Linette. That's probably why you wanted to confront me because you probably just want me to do some sort of sabotage at Hysteria. By the way... I heard what you did to my car, so you expect me to do something for you?! Fuck that!" I responded with such anger flowing through my veins. I've never been this angry before or this tensed up, but once I said all of that, Shikagami's smile just widened. It was like she was actually enjoying it and soaked it all in. She wasn't even bawling at all like she always did in the past. Shikagami seemed more ruthless this time and more cold as if she wasn't showing any type of emotion of some sort. Instead, she just laughed as if my words meant NOTHING TO HER. "Your words really amuse me, TaDa, but it looks like you caught me red-handed. I'll make a deal with you if I'm nice enough... if you join me, then you will have the freedom like you've never had before. I'll let you come and go as you please. You can do anything you like. Evil will no longer be your master, TaDa. You will be your own master. Once you are your own master... you will be able to choose your own destiny." She explained as she took a step back away from me. She can't be fucking serious. I knew that she was lying through her teeth. "Bull fucking shit! I don't believe you." I responded in a straightforward matter as I stomped my foot to the ground. "Lust may have trapped my love but I know love will break free sooner or later. You are not my fucking master. No one is my master. Hell, I question whether if I am my own master or not. You are dead to me and always will be, you stupid emo whore." I unlocked my car and then jumped into the driver's seat, slamming the door. I just wanted to get away from Shikagami. I refuse to let lust swallow my heart and soul. I know the love will break free, but when will it break free? I was starting to doubt myself now. As I started up the car and let the engine roar for a moment, I finally drove off. Really... who am I?The love has been trapped Does this mean that lust has won? Will it ever leave? *~*~*~*~* I put up a great fight last week at Animosity. I honestly should have had that win. It was cheap that they just willingly gave Linette that win. I fucking pinned her and heard the three count WAY before one of her fucking egos took over her body. If she didn't HAVE those alter egos, then I would have had it. I would have been the one to defeat the legendary Xaria Linette. That shows that I can't trust Mr. Mason-- especially after the fact he fired Mr. Echkhard. It was like he betrayed him at that very moment. That also showed that the fans are on crack. Who cares? I don't. The only person I can seem to rely on in TGW is myself. Mr. Mason, I don't know what you and Ms. Taylor are up to, but I'm getting that bad vibe again. After you fired Mr. Echkhard, I knew that was bad news. You're becoming a bad seed under the influence of Ms. Taylor. It was also a shame that the actual TGW champion, French Montana lost against Dean. That must have been a humiliating night for Montana-- especially when he lost against the King of Fucktards. And speaking of Dean, you must really have been smoking something now that you and Linette are now against each other in a barbed wire arsenal match at Hysteria. Heh. I can't wait to see some blood during that match. Two ex-lovers ripping each other apart limb from limb. It seems that Franchise can talk the talk but he sure as hell cannot walk the walk. He and his so called "partner", Adams just got their asses owned by Neptune's whores. It looks like Franchise's little 'A' game has failed. Franchise, if I were you, I would shut your mouth before more useless shit comes out of it. Just like Linette, you talk as if you're already at the top already when you and Adams couldn't even put your differences aside for a moment last week to take down Neptune's whores. You're not at the fucking top, Franchise. Not unless some miracle happens and you end up taking down Adams and Blake in the Volitionary title triple threat match at Hysteria this week. This week is sure as hell going to be big. Yes, I am pumped and ready to fight-- especially when the rumble begins. I am looking forward to it. Let's start out with who I am facing at Hysteria in a single match, Lance Peterson. Here's two words I would love to say to that power-hungry son of a bitch-- Satan's Bitch. You see Peterson, I'm not surprised that you won against Shane Tallin. Tallin is obviously one the weak targets in TGW, but compared to Logan and his faggot whore, Rick Mad, those two are an embarrassment in TGW history. People don't want to see failures like them who can't fucking fight in the ring, they want serious ass kicking and that's what I'm going to do. They also want to see great matches in action. When you stepped in that ring last week and took on Tallin, it was nothing but a one sided match. Tallin didn't even give the effort to fight back, he just tapped after a short round with you and called it a night-- How sad of a match. I may have tapped in the end against Linette, but at least I have the effort to fight in that ring. You would know how tough of a fight it is because you've faced Linette yourself, but try it where it was ten times worse where some crazy lunatic spirit takes over her and ends up getting very violent on you, but I digress. As for calling me a crappy rapper last week? For one thing, I only wrote out the song. I never actually sang it. Hell, I hate rap music because it's crap. I have and always will be a metal head, so I would watch how you judge people like that. You obviously have no taste in music. I see that you love to bash me about my career and how I fight. Well look here, Peterson, I'm still standing and haven't given up all hope. Yeah, I've been on a losing streak, but just because I lost a lot of my matches doesn't mean that I'm a quitter. No. Quitting is for cowardly bakas like Logan and I'm sure as hell am nothing like Logan. I will be the one in the end sending you home so you can bawl like the failure you are already. Even your girlfriend carrying your unborn child would leave you again. She would never want to look you in the face again after this is over-- such pity on your traumatic life. Do I care about your mistakes? No. I may have failed various times but I always come bouncing back. Saying that I run my mouth a lot? Hell, you're the fucking one to talk talking on and on about your boring football stories. You probably got football and wrestling all mixed up. Get this through YOUR thick skull, we're not football players to be pushed around by a rabid coach. This is TGW, the world of wrestling and this week is Hysteria. I have been close to a breakthrough and once I am through with you, I will be breaking though that slump and finally have my edge back. I was close to it when I faced Dean and I was DEFINITELY close to it last week when I faced Linette. I wouldn't run your mouth too much, Peterson because you don't know what you just put yourself in. You don't even KNOW what I am capable of now because ever since I first came to TGW, I have come a long ways. This week in Hysteria, you will see who I really am. Not just you, but everyone else on the roster will know that I am who I am and that's all there is to it. I am not anyone else nor I ever will be. Get ready, Peterson because this is where true lust comes in place. I too will be in that rumble and I will show you my true colors. I will see you in Miami, Florida and you better be prepared because-- You will see what lust is all about.
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Post by indyfields on Mar 29, 2010 18:50:41 GMT -5
Chapter Eight: The Battlefield “Come on, is that your best,” Fields yells at me. Standing on the other side of the ring; sweating buckets. Trying to get me mentally and physically prepared for my match at Hysteria. Trying to catch my breath; wanting this torture to end. Why would Fields do this to me, is he trying to kill me. Can you please just give me a second to breath? Raging me on from the other side of the ring. Stop yelling at me you stupid has-been wrestler is running through my head. But I must keep on; this is the only way to get to the top. “What the fuck do you want from me,” I yell back. Smiling, he traveled all the way from Michigan to Miami for this. Training me for a year and now going through this tough phase. My first pay per view event is always the hardest. I have to work harder than I have in the past. Football never pushed me to the limit which Fields has today. “You are not going to win today, you are not a wrestler. You are just a guy imitating a wrestler. You are going to become a has-been football player failed in another sport. Why don’t you just learn to flip them burgers,” he yells as he throws a right punch. But I didn’t feel the pain - I am immune. I cannot let the pain get to me anymore. Pain is not a word in my vocabulary. I stare at Fields and have to look of aggression. Why would he want to push me like this? Does he know what I am capable of? I will never give up inside the ring. I will never quite inside the ring. No matter what is thrown at me in my personal life and no matter what Nikko TaDa throws at me. I will always be the one left standing. I throw a quick uppercut with my left followed with a right hand shot. Fields falls to the ground, dazed a bit. I throw off the boxing gloves and slip outside the ring. Fields is sitting there; regaining his composure after being knocked out. Grabbing a white towel to wipe the sweat from my face; slapping it over my right shoulder. “I told you I didn’t need this extra help,” I explain. He knows I been having personal problems. He should know I been working hard these past few years. I had wanted to get inside the ring for a while now. I never was heated with another competitor like I am with Nikko. He is like a thorn in my side. Why would he want to run his mouth about me? He has a lot to learn about me; and that will be learned at Hysteria. “Your wasn’t ready Lance, you knew you weren’t ready,” he utters. Rolling out of the ring and grabbing a seat in the corner of the gym. Walking over to him; taking a swab from the bottle. “What the fuck did you say,’ I yell. How could he say I am not ready? He is the same guy telling me I was ready to compete in the main event when I signed with TGW weeks ago. I want an explanation. I feel hurt; this was supposed to be my friend. With everyone against me recently he should be the one who believes in me. “I am serious Lance, you wasn’t ready,” laughing as he finishes. I am sick and tired of this, a turncoat talking to me. Why did he spend all this time training me if he didn’t believe I was ready? I sit down and stare Fields in the eyes. Seeing my reflection; the sweat dripping down my face. Just killed myself inside that ring; what else do I have to do? And now he doesn’t believe in me. “So you basically don’t believe in me. Then why the fuck is you here. Why would you travel from Lansing to Miami for someone you don’t believe in? So why don’t you get on back to Lansing,” I yell out of frustration. Having people tell me I could never make it my whole life. And now the guy who took me under his wing is telling me the same. Laughing Fields looks up at me. “I didn’t believe you would win at Hysteria because you are mixing professional and personal life. But you proved to me today you could manage them both. You knocked me down and that proved you are ready. You are going to win at Hysteria because you are mentally ready. I would not travel from Lansing here if I didn’t believe you could be the best in the world. You just have to keep the momentum going,” he explains. I sit there and think to myself. He is right about everything he said. I may have a child and a proposal I need to answer. But that is set aside because I have hysteria to focus on. And my rumble match; and a queer by the name of Nikko TaDa. ***** Lust?
I do not want to associate our match with that word. This match is going to bigger than anything Nikko has done in his short career. No matter what accomplishments he has done; does not matter now. Does he know who Lance Peterson really is? Nikko do you know; who I am? Do you know what I am doing here in True Glory Wrestling? Did you even do your research before you decided to run your mouth? A child in the womb is not close to being accurate. If you actually did research like a true competitor - you would know I have a child. Not a child in the womb. WHow the fuck is you to account me for my personal life anyways? Just because you hit women in yours does not mean you are bigger than me? Does it make you feel like a man hitting women? But you need to learn men do not need to beat on the helpless to feel successful. You need to learn stepping through those ropes makes you feel like a man. You need to understand I have no desire for lust in our match. Any gay obsession you have for me needs to go away. There is no lust from me to you; and there never will be. I will be showing you lust will just get you hurt. And you will learn the word hurt at Hysteria.
Taking all this time preparing for my match with you; believing you are going to be a qualified opponent for me. But on the other hand you do have one thing over me. You are the guy who lost a series of matches; even if you believe it is for the best of your career. You can believe this is going to lead you to the promise land. Believe that my win over Shane Tallin meant absolutely nothing. Xaria defeated you and you can blame it on an alter ego of hers. But in honesty she would have beaten you either way. She should have made you bow to her either way. And you would have learned to face your maker in your match. And two matches you lost will catch up with you. You don’t remember what it feels like to be a winner. You think you can go and defeat me and win the rumble match. But you don’t have what it takes to win. You don’t have the fire and the passion to win. I have them both and that will be the deciding factor. That will be the explanation mark on your career. You don’t believe me Nikko? Why don’t you go ask Shane about it?
Pain is such an awful word. It is an excuse to leave a match early. And Nikko does not even think that will be running through my head. Pain is for the weakened heart. People who believe in pain do not have successful pain. You have to fight through the pain no matter what. When you are in a contact sport such as football or wrestling you encounter pain. And you will learn to fall in love with pain. You are disappointed in your opponent if they don’t bring on the pain. And I am begging you to bring in the pain. Bring in enough pain for us both. I will be bringing my assortment of pain. Whether it means you leave in a pool of your own blood. Just the taste of blood turns me on. I get a high off people’s pain and suffering. Why do you think I became the Submission Technician? I became the holder of everyone’s pain. And whether they believe it; or they do not. I will be stretching you to parts not meant. You will be in pain that is categorized as uncanny. People will be calling me an animal. Like when the lion attacks the defenseless Gazelle. You will learn that I am a lion here in TGW. I may not be titles at the world champion but I have more fierce ability that our worthless champion. And whoever holds the title after Hysteria is a placeholder champion. Waiting for me to become the king of wrestling. And Nikko do you think you can beat the king?
The king of all that is wrong. Not caring what those hypocrite fans believe. They can boo me for whatever reason it is. They can believe that I don’t belong here in TGW. But I don’t really care. I proved I can win in this business and I will continue my winning ways when I show you who I am. The pain will enter your body. Your soul will reject everything you have. All your energy will be exerted and your endurance will run low. Your energy will run out and you will have no choice but to fall. And when you go on your goal line drive; what will you do? Will you rely on your lust for your opponents to take you to victory? Or will you do as many will. Will you give in to the pressure? And will your goal line drive lead to my victory at Hysteria. Think about it Nikko; think about it good and long. This will be your last chance to prove to the fans, Wade Mason and me that you deserve to be in this business. Too bad you are facing Lance Peterson. Welcome to the battlefield Nikko; I hold your fate in the palm of my hand. That is if you decide to enter…
The Battlefield. [/b]
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Post by onitamago on Mar 29, 2010 21:52:45 GMT -5
Section Two;Part Three: A Past Untold Feel the Broken Soul Feel the pain of Broken Hearts It will never go *~*~*~*~*~* I was unsure how to respond after that break-up text. When she said "it's over!", It brought tears to my eyes. I couldn't bear it. I couldn't take it. The love was going away after Keisha sent me that text. What happened to the Keisha that I knew a couple of years ago? Where was she? I remember first meeting her in my Physics class back in high school. Her long and beautiful black hair that has been straightened was flowing in the wind as she walked to that class. She was wearing a sexy purple halter top along with denim pants and black high heels. What caught my attention was her eyes. Her beautiful brown eyes, and she was wearing golden bracelets along with golden hoop earrings. She was the most gorgeous girl in the class. I even offered to be her with her project partner for the class. That's where is all began... Years later... My heart has now been shattered. It cannot be repaired. I can feel Keisha's words haunting me and eating away my soul. She called me all of these names after she threw all of my shit out on on the street. She had icy cold eyed just like Shikagami. This REALLY was the true Keisha right before my eyes. She was heartless and had no soul. Her other boyfriend just laughed at my face. What did I ever do that her? What did I do to get her to break up with me over text? All I did was be nice to that girl and in the end, she ripped my heart out and danced all over it. I looked down towards the ground where all of my stuff was laying. "You bitch..." I responded with anger raging through me. I wasn't going to hold back. I will give that bitch that she deserves. "I trusted you and this is how you treat me in the end? I hope you and your faggot boyfriend go die in a fire... you two were meant to be..." A smile just came across Keisha's face as she took as step towards me from her front door while her other boyfriend was standing in the doorway. She really was icy cold-- so cold that even chills were running down my spine. I still showed no remorse. I wasn't going to regret this later-- no. Keisha kicked some of my stuff out of the way. "Boy... are you stupid or something? You make me laugh when you call me a bitch and all of those other names. Look here, boy... get your shit off of my property or I will have you arrested." She responded as she took some of my clothes and threw them at me. She was just like my parents... she was treating me like garbage. Look here, bitch... I am not garbage. I am not a rag doll to be tossed around. I am real-- real as I can be. As I picked up my stuff off of her porch as well as the street, she walked back in with her faggot boyfriend and slammed the door in my face. Instead of anger raging through me... it was sadness and sorrow. I really did love Keisha Winslow, but in the end... she just pierced a hole through my heart and made it bleed. It was painful so painful that I wanted to end my life, but I won't. I wasn't going to take the coward's way out. I am not a weakling. Hell no. After I picked u all of my shit and left her house, I pulled out my cell phone to call Alphonse and Julia. I needed a place to crash because I had no other place to go. I refuse to go into foster care. I HATE foster homes. I had Alphonse and Julia on speed dial. I was unsure who to call first so I tried to call Julia's cell. I had t keep strong. I won't let anyone or anything drag me down. I am a better person than Keisha-- especially now. After it rang several times, it went to voice mail, so I hung up after that and tried Alphonse's cell. Alphonse was my last hope. I hope that a guardian angel is watching over me. I pray that he lets me stay with him or at least answer the phone. After a couple of rings, he finally picked up. "Hello?" he answered. I tried not to cry over the phone. I can't cry. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Alphonse... I need a favor..." he seemed puzzled over the phone and fell silent for a moment, but I trusted him. He as one of my best friends in the world. "Sure Nikko, what is it?" he responded. "I need a place to crash... Keisha kicked me out... I don't mean to be a burden but I need help..." I couldn't help but cry after that. I told Alphonse everything that Keisha did to me. How she ripped my heart out. How she used me. How she CHEATED on me. It was the worst day of my life. I was going to be emotionally hurt for awhile. It was all going downhill really fast, but in the end... Alphonse let me crash with him for awhile. It looks like a guardian angel WAS looking over me. I can't love again God please find my soul within I am on my own *~*~*~*~*~* Peterson... you just don't know when to stop do you? You keep blabbing on as if you already know EVERYTHING about me, but look here you egotistic son of a bitch, just because I have lost a numerous amount of matches doesn't mean that I am an embarrassment. You just keep repeating yourself over and over again. Unlike Tallin, at least I try to prove myself who I really am and try to acknowledge my flaws. Unlike Logan and Rick Mad, I fight back and stand up for myself. You now NOTHING about me. Yes, I have caused damage to the innocent but that doesn't make me a completely bad person. If I were you, I would think before bashing me about who I am because you have NO fucking idea. When I fought Linette last week at Animosity it was a close match. Yes, she did kick my ass, but I won't give up-- NEVER! Let me tell you something Peterson... when you ask me all of those questions, try asking yourself the same thing about me. Do you know why I am here? Do you know my purpose in life? Do you know ANYTHING? I see that queer is your favorite word. God, how stupid are you, Peterson? You obviously don't know the different orientation types at all. Calling me a queer? Do you even know what a fucking queer is? I didn't think so. I believe that I will go far in my career because I AM a fighter and unlike worthless cowards, I don't give up no matter what it takes. Do I know who you really are? No. But do you really know who I am? No. But once I get into that ring to face you and the rumble, then you WILL know who I really am. You WILL know my true self, and I WILL send you home crying. Believe me, I am nothing like Shane Tallin, Xaria Linette, Dean, and I'm definitely not like that worthless piece of shit, Logan. I am me and I will always be me. Yes, I have entered the battlefield... many times so I know what it's like. Once the rumble is over, we will see who will be that last warrior standing. Running my mouth? Yeah... you're like the third person who said that well listen here, you're the one to talk because you sure run your mouth a lot too just like Blake does as well as jumping to conclusions. You really are making an ass out of yourself. You still talk as if you're like a football coach yelling and throwing out commands to his football players. You just can't fucking stop can you? You still get wrestling and football mixed up do you? Well look here... I do have the passion to wrestle and I do have what it takes and I WILL prove it to you at Hysteria and I will DEFINITELY prove it to you and everyone else during the rumble. I am no longer that underdog like I was when I first came here-- I AM THE ULTIMATE KIRA. I am here to fight and this means I won't be holding back. Peterson... get ready because this isn't just an ordinary football field, this is the football field of death. So I would watch it if I were you before you get blitzed and sacked like your precious idol. At Hysteria... my losing streak will FINALLY end and my edge will come back. This is hell now and you just walked through it. I will see you in the heart of hell.
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