Post by Misterioso on Jun 18, 2009 13:29:45 GMT -5
* The sun, cascading a variety of warm colored hues across the sky, is slowly setting, bathing the pool of the Comfort Inn in an orange-red glow. Lying across one of the amazingly non-broken beach style chairs is a worn out man. Clad in non-descript black board shorts and dark sunglasses, a smattering of bruises and still healing cuts adorn his body. Quite distinct from his usual dark-colored attire, a gleaming white bandage encircles his midsection. Occasionally laboring for a breath, he reaches over to the table next to his chair and looks at his cell phone. *
Misterioso: 7:52 already? When you are so complacent in relaxing and thinking about work, the time and the days just seem to fly by. Has Hardcore Warfare really been that long ago already? It seems like yesterday.
*** Voice: He doesn’t have a weapon…wait he grabs a ladder… ooh a power bomb! ***
Misterioso: (shifting on his chair, with a slight groan) It might have been that very first crushing power bomb.
***Voice: Swinging away with the Kendo stick… go for the home run! ***
Misterioso: Or that lethal Kendo shot.
***Voice: He grabs the ring bell, timber!!! He climbs to the third to last rung… 450 Splash! One, two, three! What an upset! ***
Misterioso: After that first one, I didn’t know how I would make through the rest. But I made it through three more battle tested warriors. I can’t hold anger, or regret. I didn’t win the Fury Cup and for that I am upset. But, I know that I proved to the fans, the organization, my fellow wrestlers, the unknown, and most importantly to myself, that I can still bring it and compete with the best.
* Stretching over to the table, Misterioso grabs his Malibu and pineapple juice and takes a refreshing sip. Placing the beverage back upon the table his cell phone begins to ring. *
Misterioso: Well, I bet I know, well somewhat know, who that is.
* Misterioso grabs the phone and flips it open. *
Misterioso: Hello?
Phone: (a slow, cliché clap can barely be heard)
Misterioso: (pulling away from the phone, and covering it with his hand) Seriously? This is getting ridiculous.
Phone: The prodigal son returns! Hmm, that might be a bit of exaggeration but understand “Mysterious One” that I am slightly proud of you. You may have thought that I would be done with you since you didn’t technically win the Fury Cup. You are wrong. While yes, you aren’t officially the winner in the record books, you and I know that you were probably the biggest winner of that match. You showed the spark that still lives inside of you and rode that to beat four very tough competitors. For that, I applaud you. However, you have to continue on that path to eventually shed what holds you back and rise to the level of greatness that you are able to achieve. For now, understand this. I will always be around, watching and waiting. I am going to let you drive the car for a little while, but if you take a wrong turn or need directions I will return. Leave the fear, and the apprehension that exists within your soul. Lose the mask and become the winner and star you are supposed to be.
* Slowly, Misterioso shuts the phone and returns it to the table. Grimacing slightly, he settles into the chair and sighs. *
Misterioso: What do I have to do? I left America to avoid crap like this. I return because I do feel the need to prove to myself that I can make it. Mexico was good to me but I can’t lie anymore. I didn’t come back because of some elaborate plot, although it definitely facilitated the return. I came back to win. I came back to become the best there is in the game today. I proved a little at Hardcore Warfare, but I have to keep going. The CWR is giving me Doogan again, and it is for his title, ironically, the North American championship. He underestimated me before the Fury Cup and it cost him. He thought that I would quit, that I was scared of his size. It would seem that I won’t have an ominous figure behind me, no Sword of Damocles hanging over my head for now. I wish I could say that that makes it easier, that the pressure isn’t still there. It is always there because I want to be the best and when that is what you want the pressure never goes away. There will be no ring bells, no kendo sticks, and even no ladders this time around. But I can beat Doogan. I have to believe that or I have already lost.
* With the sun almost complete set below the horizon, the pool area is darkening. Misterioso sits up from his chair and starts gathering up his belongings. He stands slowly and begins to walk to the exit of the pool. The Comfort Inn’s automatic lights start to kick in as the door swings shut behind Misterioso, bathing the pool in a new light. *
Misterioso: 7:52 already? When you are so complacent in relaxing and thinking about work, the time and the days just seem to fly by. Has Hardcore Warfare really been that long ago already? It seems like yesterday.
*** Voice: He doesn’t have a weapon…wait he grabs a ladder… ooh a power bomb! ***
Misterioso: (shifting on his chair, with a slight groan) It might have been that very first crushing power bomb.
***Voice: Swinging away with the Kendo stick… go for the home run! ***
Misterioso: Or that lethal Kendo shot.
***Voice: He grabs the ring bell, timber!!! He climbs to the third to last rung… 450 Splash! One, two, three! What an upset! ***
Misterioso: After that first one, I didn’t know how I would make through the rest. But I made it through three more battle tested warriors. I can’t hold anger, or regret. I didn’t win the Fury Cup and for that I am upset. But, I know that I proved to the fans, the organization, my fellow wrestlers, the unknown, and most importantly to myself, that I can still bring it and compete with the best.
* Stretching over to the table, Misterioso grabs his Malibu and pineapple juice and takes a refreshing sip. Placing the beverage back upon the table his cell phone begins to ring. *
Misterioso: Well, I bet I know, well somewhat know, who that is.
* Misterioso grabs the phone and flips it open. *
Misterioso: Hello?
Phone: (a slow, cliché clap can barely be heard)
Misterioso: (pulling away from the phone, and covering it with his hand) Seriously? This is getting ridiculous.
Phone: The prodigal son returns! Hmm, that might be a bit of exaggeration but understand “Mysterious One” that I am slightly proud of you. You may have thought that I would be done with you since you didn’t technically win the Fury Cup. You are wrong. While yes, you aren’t officially the winner in the record books, you and I know that you were probably the biggest winner of that match. You showed the spark that still lives inside of you and rode that to beat four very tough competitors. For that, I applaud you. However, you have to continue on that path to eventually shed what holds you back and rise to the level of greatness that you are able to achieve. For now, understand this. I will always be around, watching and waiting. I am going to let you drive the car for a little while, but if you take a wrong turn or need directions I will return. Leave the fear, and the apprehension that exists within your soul. Lose the mask and become the winner and star you are supposed to be.
* Slowly, Misterioso shuts the phone and returns it to the table. Grimacing slightly, he settles into the chair and sighs. *
Misterioso: What do I have to do? I left America to avoid crap like this. I return because I do feel the need to prove to myself that I can make it. Mexico was good to me but I can’t lie anymore. I didn’t come back because of some elaborate plot, although it definitely facilitated the return. I came back to win. I came back to become the best there is in the game today. I proved a little at Hardcore Warfare, but I have to keep going. The CWR is giving me Doogan again, and it is for his title, ironically, the North American championship. He underestimated me before the Fury Cup and it cost him. He thought that I would quit, that I was scared of his size. It would seem that I won’t have an ominous figure behind me, no Sword of Damocles hanging over my head for now. I wish I could say that that makes it easier, that the pressure isn’t still there. It is always there because I want to be the best and when that is what you want the pressure never goes away. There will be no ring bells, no kendo sticks, and even no ladders this time around. But I can beat Doogan. I have to believe that or I have already lost.
* With the sun almost complete set below the horizon, the pool area is darkening. Misterioso sits up from his chair and starts gathering up his belongings. He stands slowly and begins to walk to the exit of the pool. The Comfort Inn’s automatic lights start to kick in as the door swings shut behind Misterioso, bathing the pool in a new light. *