Post by saiyandestroyer on Nov 9, 2016 1:02:22 GMT -5
This font is Wendy's inner monologue.
This font is Derek's inner monologue.
This font is Derek's inner monologue.
November 8, 2016
Mayo Clinic – Rochester, MN
It's 11:30 AM and I find myself in a hospital called the Mayo Clinic. After the last match, Saint-san and Mac-san ordered Derek-sama to get medically cleared if he wants to continue after his big match with Hawkins-san. Over the past month or so, Derek-sama has talked with David-san and Frank-san that he's been blacking out and regaining consciousness several hours later, this seems to happen before his matches and has been happening over a year. Caring for Derek-sama greatly, they told us to go see a Neurologist and we traveled to Minnesota.
Having gone through with several test and examinations, all of which I was there for... most of which I wish I wasn't there for. It's now been almost three hours since we arrived here before an older brunette lady walks in. The three of us shake hands as I finally see her name on a plaque. As long as I've known him, Derek-sama's always been calm when confronting important people, even with what could be dangerous health issues, he remains calm as a rock.
*** Dr. Adams ***
Good morning, Mr. Wellings. I'm Dr. Andrea Adams, I wanted to talk to you a little bit about before I tell you about your test results. This might be a little too intense for your daughter.
*** Derek Wellings ***
I got nothing to hide, anything you ask me I'll answer it. So you can tell me now or I'll tell her and my other children, one or another, she's going to find out. It's absolutely my daughter know about my health. So lets just continue this little interview.
*** Dr. Adams ***
Fair enough, Mr. Wellings. We've checked your blood, stool, urine, MRI, CT scans, you're as healthy an ox. I'd be very happy about being 48 years old and optimal health like you.
*** Derek Wellings ***
I'm well aware, but what about my black outs? I've been having more and more of them lately.
*** Dr. Adams ***
That would be Transient Global Amnesia-
*** Wendy Sato ***
Derek has that? He doesn't look he's forgetting everything, he's always remembered everything important to me or him. Is it life threatening?
Out of fear, I reach out and hold onto Derek-sama's hand tightly. This woman is really clam and she's able to keep me from overreacting. Being orphaned a third time would be too much for me to handle. I've only been living with Derek-sama three months, I don't want to lose another parent, not after my real parents and I don't care about my first foster parents. My hand holds his tightly afraid of what she'll say.
*** Dr. Adams ***
Transient Global Amnesia is a neurological disorder where the key characteristic is a temporary but almost total disruption of short-term memory with a range of problems accessing older memories. His health isn't in any immediate danger, outside something unexpected such as a car accient.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Okay, terrific! What's causing it?
*** Dr. Adams ***
Participating in strenuous events like sexual intercourse, vigorous exercising, cold water or sudden climatic changes. Drinking and drug use also exacerbate your condition as well.
*** Derek Wellings ***
... Man is NOT an abstinent creature, there's got to be ways to handle this. And even so, I who I take to my bed and how often is none of my daughter's concern.
Dr. Adam's looks to me and I mouth to her “Never”. For a moment, I swear I see her smile at me. But now if strenuous activities, like his JOB cause him to have his black outs, I'm worried about him now. How can Derek-sama enjoy life if he doesn't have the job he loves? There's not way he could back to the Army now, he's been out way too long and he's way too old. Growing up really hurts.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Doctor Adams, thank you for everything. I can drop my casual smoking, stop with my frequent and often drinking as well. But I'm not giving up my job at Extreme Wrestling Corporation... I have a fantastic work schedule. Every week I get any frustrations out in the ring. So I'll be taking my leave now.
I get up quickly as Derek stands up, ignores his doctor trying to plead with him, takes me by the wrist and leads me out. I try and stop him but he's lost in his own little world now.
Having gone through with several test and examinations, all of which I was there for... most of which I wish I wasn't there for. It's now been almost three hours since we arrived here before an older brunette lady walks in. The three of us shake hands as I finally see her name on a plaque. As long as I've known him, Derek-sama's always been calm when confronting important people, even with what could be dangerous health issues, he remains calm as a rock.
*** Dr. Adams ***
Good morning, Mr. Wellings. I'm Dr. Andrea Adams, I wanted to talk to you a little bit about before I tell you about your test results. This might be a little too intense for your daughter.
*** Derek Wellings ***
I got nothing to hide, anything you ask me I'll answer it. So you can tell me now or I'll tell her and my other children, one or another, she's going to find out. It's absolutely my daughter know about my health. So lets just continue this little interview.
*** Dr. Adams ***
Fair enough, Mr. Wellings. We've checked your blood, stool, urine, MRI, CT scans, you're as healthy an ox. I'd be very happy about being 48 years old and optimal health like you.
*** Derek Wellings ***
I'm well aware, but what about my black outs? I've been having more and more of them lately.
*** Dr. Adams ***
That would be Transient Global Amnesia-
*** Wendy Sato ***
Derek has that? He doesn't look he's forgetting everything, he's always remembered everything important to me or him. Is it life threatening?
Out of fear, I reach out and hold onto Derek-sama's hand tightly. This woman is really clam and she's able to keep me from overreacting. Being orphaned a third time would be too much for me to handle. I've only been living with Derek-sama three months, I don't want to lose another parent, not after my real parents and I don't care about my first foster parents. My hand holds his tightly afraid of what she'll say.
*** Dr. Adams ***
Transient Global Amnesia is a neurological disorder where the key characteristic is a temporary but almost total disruption of short-term memory with a range of problems accessing older memories. His health isn't in any immediate danger, outside something unexpected such as a car accient.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Okay, terrific! What's causing it?
*** Dr. Adams ***
Participating in strenuous events like sexual intercourse, vigorous exercising, cold water or sudden climatic changes. Drinking and drug use also exacerbate your condition as well.
*** Derek Wellings ***
... Man is NOT an abstinent creature, there's got to be ways to handle this. And even so, I who I take to my bed and how often is none of my daughter's concern.
Dr. Adam's looks to me and I mouth to her “Never”. For a moment, I swear I see her smile at me. But now if strenuous activities, like his JOB cause him to have his black outs, I'm worried about him now. How can Derek-sama enjoy life if he doesn't have the job he loves? There's not way he could back to the Army now, he's been out way too long and he's way too old. Growing up really hurts.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Doctor Adams, thank you for everything. I can drop my casual smoking, stop with my frequent and often drinking as well. But I'm not giving up my job at Extreme Wrestling Corporation... I have a fantastic work schedule. Every week I get any frustrations out in the ring. So I'll be taking my leave now.
I get up quickly as Derek stands up, ignores his doctor trying to plead with him, takes me by the wrist and leads me out. I try and stop him but he's lost in his own little world now.
Doctors... they're the bane of my life. First doctor told me I was too small to join the army. Then another one told me I was too old to wrestle. A third one told me that after my skull injury last year, I should walk away from the ring and accept the fact I lost my last match to a living legend in what was the match of my career at that point.
Unfortunately for those medical “experts” I promptly ignored their advice. Not because it's purely out of malice. Not because I don't believe in what they say. I did it to prove them wrong, I proved my dad wrong by leaving the farm life to become a soldier and now he's proud of me, something that most every one in EWC can't say the same about. Seriously, think about it: Griffin Hawkins, Jaden “Xplode” Hunter, Daniel Mac, all of them had really terrible fathers. I choose to leave my father in the past and move out of the farm life.
I choose to serve my country and now my country serves me opponents in the ring. Every where I go, I always face who I want. I always team up with who I want. The Main Event consistently has “Derek Wellings” billed as I put asses in the seats. The little Pennsylvania Dutch Amish boy from Lancaster who grew up a farmer would become a professional wrestler. One of the most recognizable ones in the business today.
Wrestling in Japan, Canada, Mexico, Canada, England and all over continental Europe. My journey has been amazing and it's just been peaches for me. I get fed morals such as John Blade or “The Hardkore Ikon” Charlie Feigel to thireteen course meals such as Shadow Man, Griffin Hawkins and now, my former “friend” Jaden “Xplode” Hunter. Some people would say we're friends who are having a spat. Others would say we were friends that aren't getting along at the moment. We were never friends, I'm a DAMN good actor if I say so myself.
Unfortunately for those medical “experts” I promptly ignored their advice. Not because it's purely out of malice. Not because I don't believe in what they say. I did it to prove them wrong, I proved my dad wrong by leaving the farm life to become a soldier and now he's proud of me, something that most every one in EWC can't say the same about. Seriously, think about it: Griffin Hawkins, Jaden “Xplode” Hunter, Daniel Mac, all of them had really terrible fathers. I choose to leave my father in the past and move out of the farm life.
I choose to serve my country and now my country serves me opponents in the ring. Every where I go, I always face who I want. I always team up with who I want. The Main Event consistently has “Derek Wellings” billed as I put asses in the seats. The little Pennsylvania Dutch Amish boy from Lancaster who grew up a farmer would become a professional wrestler. One of the most recognizable ones in the business today.
Wrestling in Japan, Canada, Mexico, Canada, England and all over continental Europe. My journey has been amazing and it's just been peaches for me. I get fed morals such as John Blade or “The Hardkore Ikon” Charlie Feigel to thireteen course meals such as Shadow Man, Griffin Hawkins and now, my former “friend” Jaden “Xplode” Hunter. Some people would say we're friends who are having a spat. Others would say we were friends that aren't getting along at the moment. We were never friends, I'm a DAMN good actor if I say so myself.
November 8, 2016 3:16 PM
In an airplane somewhere over Indiana
*** Wendy Sato ***
Derek-sama! Have you been listening to me?!
Shit... another black out... play it cool Impetuous One. I remember her talking about her wanting someone to come over.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Yes I was, and to prove it, you can have whoever you want come over as soon as we get back from Brawl.
Wendy's hugging me, thanking me, I did good. Enemy fire came in, I just kept my head down until artillery came in... it saved me numerous times in the service and it's saving me just fine now.
*** Wendy Sato ***
Derek-sama... how's your back? Did the burn get infected or go away?
*** Derek Wellings ***
It's not infected, Griffin got a good burn in but I always look sexier with scars. It should heal up in a couple of days. But ultimately, I'm going to get the better of him and his family.
*** Wendy Sato ***
How is that? I don't think Hawkins-san wants to see you again any time soon.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Why would he? Saint called our match fairly and Griffin needed two bitches to do his fighting for him. Can you imagine how much of a damn embarrassment that is? I personally couldn't, the only time a woman has saved me is when my wife would tend my open wounds. She's dead now and I'm here. That's life, just like how Griffin Hawkins has to accept the fact he couldn't get a win over me, a Titan of wrestling, by himself. He recruited two bitches to save his ass. That is beyond an embarrassment, if I were him, I'd cut my pecker off and throw it into the river. As for how I'll get him back, I'll make him an offer that I know for fact a “young and budding” star like him couldn't refuse. I'll save it for Rampage however.
*** Wendy Sato ***
Oh that sounds fun. Thanks again for letting Hanzo come over.
*** Derek Wellings ***
You're welcome... who the HELL is Hanzo?
*** Wendy Sato ***
The boy who I wanted to bring over, remember?
*** Derek Wellings ***
I missed his name, sorry. Yeah you can bring him over. Tell me a little more about him.
Oh Christ no... not again. The black out is happening again, I'm quickly not able to recall or hear anything but my own thoughts... how much time am I losing? What's going on during my black out? Am I still in the airplane or have we landed yet and I'm somehow driving during a blackout I cannot remember.
Then it happens, my black out stops and I find myself somewhere familiar. Wendy's nowhere to be seen and the rain is coming down pretty hard. My clothes are soaked, I must have been standing here for at least an hour, I only have two hours left before I die from exposure. It wouldn't be completely new to be almost dying from exposure to the elements, but it is new to almost be killed by the rain. It's come to my attention I'm on W. Warren Ave. and McKinley Street, arguably the worst street in the United States.
I'm not expecting it, but I nearly jump out of my boots when my phone vibrates. Getting shelter under someone's porch, I have a new text message from Wendy. It's short and sweet like she is, telling me “Waiting for you at home.” Okay, I know Wendy's safe, I must have left home searching for something, most likely get us some take out or pick up a pizza.
The owner walks out and I immediately see the glock 9. Before he can offer me drugs or raise the gun, I punch him as hard as I can in the face, I feel his break with a tooth or two coming out. I grab the cunt and quickly remove the slide and abandon it as I run as fast as I ever ran. It'll only take a two or three minutes before his homies go hunting for me.
After 30 minutes of running faster than I ever ran in my entire life, let alone being forty eight years old I get home and see no lights are on, it's WAY too early for her to be asleep. The front door is unlocked, I told her never to leave it like that. This house might have guns hidden in almost every room but I know Wendy, she's too kind to be shoot a human. That's not her nature, I might have trained her well in shooting cans and targets, but she lacks that killers instinct. Frantically, I search each and every single room. Each time, I don't see anywhere and figure she HAS to be asleep and I almost break the door down to her room to find...
A letter.
I quickly tear it open and read not a “Goodbye” note that Wendy's written, but a poem written by someone else.
*** Derek Wellings ***
People don't always see the tears a dad cries.
His heart is broken too when his beloved child dies.
He tries to hold it together and tires to be strong.
Even though his whole worlds gone wrong.
He holds on to her as her tears fall.
Comforts her throughout it all.
He goes through his day doing what he's suppose to do.
But a place of his heart has been ripped away too.
So when he's alone he lets out his pain.
And his tears come down like pouring rain.
His world has crashed in all around him.
All that was bright has gone completely dim.
He searches for answers but non are to be found.
Who offers to help a dad up when he's hit the ground.
He smiles through his fears.
Struggles trying to hold in his tears.
But when you see on the outside is not always real.
Men don't always show how they really feel.
He feels he has to be strong for the others.
But dads hurt too, not just the mothers.
At this point I notice a stuffed animal I bought Wendy the first night she came to stay with me. Usagi-san, Mr. Rabbit, her favorite object, I know she's thirteen but I'm allergic to rabbit dander so I got her this instead. I grab it, cradle it as I lay on the floor, soaking wet and think to myself. My eyes are wide opened and all I can think about one word. A word so powerful that it brings back fond memories of when us GI's were alone with enemies who weren't exactly peaceful with surrender...
MUTLIATION
For Hatred's Sake
After three painstakingly long years, the fates have turned a sour face towards you Jaden Hunter. Oh I'm sorry “Xplode” because you're ashamed of your birth name. What's wrong, rock star? Are you made that your neglectful and abusive daddy gave you a really good name so you use a trash one instead? My name is Derek Lynn Wellings, I have my mother's maiden name as my middle name, that legitimately hurts but I'm proud of it, I love that farming father of mine as much as I love his stay at home wife, who raised six sons and two daughters as much as you have issues with you daddy that it keeps you up at night. But what do I expect? Every mega star in existence walks into EWC with a broken family now, I just see Fifty Shades of Grey when I look at another person that doesn't stand out.
Standing out has ALWAYS been important to me, from my days of breaking horses or making churned butter to earning silver stars and distinguished service medals and more recently bring the thunder of your fellow rock stars like Shadow Man back from the dead and Griffin Hawkins. I make myself KNOWN and have ALWAYS made myself known. Any time I'm not heard or seen is always a plan, I prepare for everything. If I hear there's a tornado coming from the south west going north east, I move my valuables to the north west to avoid having it destroyed, how about you Jaden?
You put everything in one place, in this case your EWC Undisputed Championship. That tornado came and destroyed EVERYTHING you held near and dear to your heart. And you're right, I will bring a few things about the past, because it just DESTROYS YOU. Your inferiority complex is massive and I will exploit everything I can about it, sad fact is you hid it SO VERY WELL over the last three years of being here in EWC.
I guess we'll start with your attendance policy, I've been double booked, I've been booked on every single show I've been on. How about you Jaden? You're lucky if you show up to work twice a month at that. If either one of showed up another job, we'd be out of a job. So that leads me to one of two conclusions, your body is so broken down, despite being younger than myself, that you need more time to heal up or you're so afraid of facing any competition, above, below or equal to yourself. I've taken on EVERYONE who wants a shot at me, that includes my own allies if need be and need be is ALWAYS. I've heard rumors that Chris Maverick wants to face me, so when I'm done with you and Griffin Hawkins, I'll gladly deal with him. But until then, you two are ALL I'm going to think about.
Speaking of fight people below me, you're right: I WILL talk about Mike Corral. You know the guy who pinned you, 1, 2, 3, in the ring for your United States Championship? Back in 2013 at the Rumble in the Bronx, your punk ass knocked the fuck out by someone who couldn't beat me... let me repeat again for you Jaden. Mike Corral at the Rumble in the Bronx got a perfectly clean pin on you in the ring, and took the United States Championship off of you in your VERY FIRST title defense and that guy has faced me several times in tag team and one on one action, and each time I walked away the winner... how does that fucking feel? Does it sting? Do you feel salt in those wounds Jaden like Griffin Hawkins did at Uncensored? I truly hope it hurts a lot, when you faced a Tony Savage who wasn't mentally there last year, I thought you winning the title was a huge gamble for the sake of the EWC Undisputed Championship, and sure enough it was.
You skated around everyone who break your little streak and you lasted 393 days as EWC Undisputed Champion because you choose to pick your fights and run from anyone else. I take on EVRYONE and anyone, even if Shadow Man saw more title defenses than I, I took on Gabreal Martin and put his punk ass through not one but TWO glass tables. You might have faced some schmucks like Brett Black who would disappear like a fart in the wind, but when you had serious competition like Nurse Harlow Kinsley or Luke Wolfe, instead of giving them a fair chance to beat you, you took the easy way out and moved on. I got stuck fighting Tony Savage for an entire month, did I bitch? No, because I have balls, Jade.
I call you Jade because you lack balls, because the Jaden I met in 2013 would have ago slapped the shit out of me, but now your wife has them. Speak of Ruthann, I know deep in your mind you're thinking it, but you're too afraid to say it so I will: I might suck Michael Saint's cock, but I rather blow him than Ruthann's. Talk about shame, man, you might call me Cassius for being a traitor who looks you in the face, but I'm not. I don't have any respect for a half assed coward like you, so call me Gaius Cassius Longinus because I've been stabbing you in the back since I don't have enough respect to stab you in the chest.
Now before I end my little piss and vinegar soaked rant, let me explain to you more about your hidden inferiority complex. I remember a few weeks ago, you claimed to never lost a match in your rookie year in EWC to Ashton Drake, and we both have proven that wrong with Mike Corral, who send his regards, and I'm going to prove to you that you are not the longest lasting champion in the history of EWC. This man we're BOTH very familiar with, you just got your ass kissed by him at the Rumble in the Bronx while I was the one who originally broke his StrangerMania streak, the mother fucking Shadow Man.
Now what is this heresy you say? NO ONE CHALLENGES JADEN “XPLODE” HUNTER TO HIS AWESOMENESS NOR DO THEY QUESTION HIS SEXUALITY OR UNDENIABLE REIGN AS THE GREATEST CHAMPION IN EWC HISTORY EVER! Well unfortunately, if I was a more humble man, which I'm not anymore, I wouldn't say a damn word. But you've forced my hand and I'll explain HOW: On May 5th, 2005 Shadow Man defeated Michael Wilson and Matt Sentel for the Hardcore Championship and lost it to Phillip Rocca on August 21st, 2006... 474 days. As we know from the front office, your friends NOT mine as they hate my guts and want me fired as much as I want to see them go to a Rebecca Black concert, that the Hardcore Championship was on the same tier as your EWC Undisputed Championship, by the laws and rules of Extreme Wrestling Corporation, I have PROVEN THAT YOU ARE A FAKE. Your claim to being the longest and greatest of Champion of any EWC Championship ever has just been proven by me to be worst than British man's teeth. Also, keep this in mind to: I won a a tier one championship LONG before you ever did.
The weakest link on your Firm won a tier one title before you and successfully defend the first singles championship he won more than you and works hard for you in one month than you do in three. Simple numbers are your bane, Jade. You're afraid of numbers, you're afraid of the truth, you're afraid of me hence why you're throwing me a bone, but I ALWAYS take an opportunity, no matter how small and make it big. I don't sleep cold at night without a championship around myself, I sleep just comfortably with my rage and hatred, that's ALL I need to keep warm. How about you Jade? Ruthann's not bunking with you at the current time and you have no big gold championship around your waist but Ashton Drake sure does have two, is it starting to get a little cold when you're at the bottom with me? I hope it is, because everyone steps down to my level. I take all you high and mighty turds and bring you to my level. So I'll end this with the same thought you had when you saw it's me and you, Mr. Monday Night VS Mr. Friday Night, The “Greatest” EWC Undisputed Champion VS Mr. Main Event...
One man's hate leads to another man's fate.
END
In an airplane somewhere over Indiana
*** Wendy Sato ***
Derek-sama! Have you been listening to me?!
Shit... another black out... play it cool Impetuous One. I remember her talking about her wanting someone to come over.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Yes I was, and to prove it, you can have whoever you want come over as soon as we get back from Brawl.
Wendy's hugging me, thanking me, I did good. Enemy fire came in, I just kept my head down until artillery came in... it saved me numerous times in the service and it's saving me just fine now.
*** Wendy Sato ***
Derek-sama... how's your back? Did the burn get infected or go away?
*** Derek Wellings ***
It's not infected, Griffin got a good burn in but I always look sexier with scars. It should heal up in a couple of days. But ultimately, I'm going to get the better of him and his family.
*** Wendy Sato ***
How is that? I don't think Hawkins-san wants to see you again any time soon.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Why would he? Saint called our match fairly and Griffin needed two bitches to do his fighting for him. Can you imagine how much of a damn embarrassment that is? I personally couldn't, the only time a woman has saved me is when my wife would tend my open wounds. She's dead now and I'm here. That's life, just like how Griffin Hawkins has to accept the fact he couldn't get a win over me, a Titan of wrestling, by himself. He recruited two bitches to save his ass. That is beyond an embarrassment, if I were him, I'd cut my pecker off and throw it into the river. As for how I'll get him back, I'll make him an offer that I know for fact a “young and budding” star like him couldn't refuse. I'll save it for Rampage however.
*** Wendy Sato ***
Oh that sounds fun. Thanks again for letting Hanzo come over.
*** Derek Wellings ***
You're welcome... who the HELL is Hanzo?
*** Wendy Sato ***
The boy who I wanted to bring over, remember?
*** Derek Wellings ***
I missed his name, sorry. Yeah you can bring him over. Tell me a little more about him.
Oh Christ no... not again. The black out is happening again, I'm quickly not able to recall or hear anything but my own thoughts... how much time am I losing? What's going on during my black out? Am I still in the airplane or have we landed yet and I'm somehow driving during a blackout I cannot remember.
Then it happens, my black out stops and I find myself somewhere familiar. Wendy's nowhere to be seen and the rain is coming down pretty hard. My clothes are soaked, I must have been standing here for at least an hour, I only have two hours left before I die from exposure. It wouldn't be completely new to be almost dying from exposure to the elements, but it is new to almost be killed by the rain. It's come to my attention I'm on W. Warren Ave. and McKinley Street, arguably the worst street in the United States.
I'm not expecting it, but I nearly jump out of my boots when my phone vibrates. Getting shelter under someone's porch, I have a new text message from Wendy. It's short and sweet like she is, telling me “Waiting for you at home.” Okay, I know Wendy's safe, I must have left home searching for something, most likely get us some take out or pick up a pizza.
The owner walks out and I immediately see the glock 9. Before he can offer me drugs or raise the gun, I punch him as hard as I can in the face, I feel his break with a tooth or two coming out. I grab the cunt and quickly remove the slide and abandon it as I run as fast as I ever ran. It'll only take a two or three minutes before his homies go hunting for me.
After 30 minutes of running faster than I ever ran in my entire life, let alone being forty eight years old I get home and see no lights are on, it's WAY too early for her to be asleep. The front door is unlocked, I told her never to leave it like that. This house might have guns hidden in almost every room but I know Wendy, she's too kind to be shoot a human. That's not her nature, I might have trained her well in shooting cans and targets, but she lacks that killers instinct. Frantically, I search each and every single room. Each time, I don't see anywhere and figure she HAS to be asleep and I almost break the door down to her room to find...
A letter.
I quickly tear it open and read not a “Goodbye” note that Wendy's written, but a poem written by someone else.
*** Derek Wellings ***
People don't always see the tears a dad cries.
His heart is broken too when his beloved child dies.
He tries to hold it together and tires to be strong.
Even though his whole worlds gone wrong.
He holds on to her as her tears fall.
Comforts her throughout it all.
He goes through his day doing what he's suppose to do.
But a place of his heart has been ripped away too.
So when he's alone he lets out his pain.
And his tears come down like pouring rain.
His world has crashed in all around him.
All that was bright has gone completely dim.
He searches for answers but non are to be found.
Who offers to help a dad up when he's hit the ground.
He smiles through his fears.
Struggles trying to hold in his tears.
But when you see on the outside is not always real.
Men don't always show how they really feel.
He feels he has to be strong for the others.
But dads hurt too, not just the mothers.
At this point I notice a stuffed animal I bought Wendy the first night she came to stay with me. Usagi-san, Mr. Rabbit, her favorite object, I know she's thirteen but I'm allergic to rabbit dander so I got her this instead. I grab it, cradle it as I lay on the floor, soaking wet and think to myself. My eyes are wide opened and all I can think about one word. A word so powerful that it brings back fond memories of when us GI's were alone with enemies who weren't exactly peaceful with surrender...
MUTLIATION
For Hatred's Sake
After three painstakingly long years, the fates have turned a sour face towards you Jaden Hunter. Oh I'm sorry “Xplode” because you're ashamed of your birth name. What's wrong, rock star? Are you made that your neglectful and abusive daddy gave you a really good name so you use a trash one instead? My name is Derek Lynn Wellings, I have my mother's maiden name as my middle name, that legitimately hurts but I'm proud of it, I love that farming father of mine as much as I love his stay at home wife, who raised six sons and two daughters as much as you have issues with you daddy that it keeps you up at night. But what do I expect? Every mega star in existence walks into EWC with a broken family now, I just see Fifty Shades of Grey when I look at another person that doesn't stand out.
Standing out has ALWAYS been important to me, from my days of breaking horses or making churned butter to earning silver stars and distinguished service medals and more recently bring the thunder of your fellow rock stars like Shadow Man back from the dead and Griffin Hawkins. I make myself KNOWN and have ALWAYS made myself known. Any time I'm not heard or seen is always a plan, I prepare for everything. If I hear there's a tornado coming from the south west going north east, I move my valuables to the north west to avoid having it destroyed, how about you Jaden?
You put everything in one place, in this case your EWC Undisputed Championship. That tornado came and destroyed EVERYTHING you held near and dear to your heart. And you're right, I will bring a few things about the past, because it just DESTROYS YOU. Your inferiority complex is massive and I will exploit everything I can about it, sad fact is you hid it SO VERY WELL over the last three years of being here in EWC.
I guess we'll start with your attendance policy, I've been double booked, I've been booked on every single show I've been on. How about you Jaden? You're lucky if you show up to work twice a month at that. If either one of showed up another job, we'd be out of a job. So that leads me to one of two conclusions, your body is so broken down, despite being younger than myself, that you need more time to heal up or you're so afraid of facing any competition, above, below or equal to yourself. I've taken on EVERYONE who wants a shot at me, that includes my own allies if need be and need be is ALWAYS. I've heard rumors that Chris Maverick wants to face me, so when I'm done with you and Griffin Hawkins, I'll gladly deal with him. But until then, you two are ALL I'm going to think about.
Speaking of fight people below me, you're right: I WILL talk about Mike Corral. You know the guy who pinned you, 1, 2, 3, in the ring for your United States Championship? Back in 2013 at the Rumble in the Bronx, your punk ass knocked the fuck out by someone who couldn't beat me... let me repeat again for you Jaden. Mike Corral at the Rumble in the Bronx got a perfectly clean pin on you in the ring, and took the United States Championship off of you in your VERY FIRST title defense and that guy has faced me several times in tag team and one on one action, and each time I walked away the winner... how does that fucking feel? Does it sting? Do you feel salt in those wounds Jaden like Griffin Hawkins did at Uncensored? I truly hope it hurts a lot, when you faced a Tony Savage who wasn't mentally there last year, I thought you winning the title was a huge gamble for the sake of the EWC Undisputed Championship, and sure enough it was.
You skated around everyone who break your little streak and you lasted 393 days as EWC Undisputed Champion because you choose to pick your fights and run from anyone else. I take on EVRYONE and anyone, even if Shadow Man saw more title defenses than I, I took on Gabreal Martin and put his punk ass through not one but TWO glass tables. You might have faced some schmucks like Brett Black who would disappear like a fart in the wind, but when you had serious competition like Nurse Harlow Kinsley or Luke Wolfe, instead of giving them a fair chance to beat you, you took the easy way out and moved on. I got stuck fighting Tony Savage for an entire month, did I bitch? No, because I have balls, Jade.
I call you Jade because you lack balls, because the Jaden I met in 2013 would have ago slapped the shit out of me, but now your wife has them. Speak of Ruthann, I know deep in your mind you're thinking it, but you're too afraid to say it so I will: I might suck Michael Saint's cock, but I rather blow him than Ruthann's. Talk about shame, man, you might call me Cassius for being a traitor who looks you in the face, but I'm not. I don't have any respect for a half assed coward like you, so call me Gaius Cassius Longinus because I've been stabbing you in the back since I don't have enough respect to stab you in the chest.
Now before I end my little piss and vinegar soaked rant, let me explain to you more about your hidden inferiority complex. I remember a few weeks ago, you claimed to never lost a match in your rookie year in EWC to Ashton Drake, and we both have proven that wrong with Mike Corral, who send his regards, and I'm going to prove to you that you are not the longest lasting champion in the history of EWC. This man we're BOTH very familiar with, you just got your ass kissed by him at the Rumble in the Bronx while I was the one who originally broke his StrangerMania streak, the mother fucking Shadow Man.
Now what is this heresy you say? NO ONE CHALLENGES JADEN “XPLODE” HUNTER TO HIS AWESOMENESS NOR DO THEY QUESTION HIS SEXUALITY OR UNDENIABLE REIGN AS THE GREATEST CHAMPION IN EWC HISTORY EVER! Well unfortunately, if I was a more humble man, which I'm not anymore, I wouldn't say a damn word. But you've forced my hand and I'll explain HOW: On May 5th, 2005 Shadow Man defeated Michael Wilson and Matt Sentel for the Hardcore Championship and lost it to Phillip Rocca on August 21st, 2006... 474 days. As we know from the front office, your friends NOT mine as they hate my guts and want me fired as much as I want to see them go to a Rebecca Black concert, that the Hardcore Championship was on the same tier as your EWC Undisputed Championship, by the laws and rules of Extreme Wrestling Corporation, I have PROVEN THAT YOU ARE A FAKE. Your claim to being the longest and greatest of Champion of any EWC Championship ever has just been proven by me to be worst than British man's teeth. Also, keep this in mind to: I won a a tier one championship LONG before you ever did.
The weakest link on your Firm won a tier one title before you and successfully defend the first singles championship he won more than you and works hard for you in one month than you do in three. Simple numbers are your bane, Jade. You're afraid of numbers, you're afraid of the truth, you're afraid of me hence why you're throwing me a bone, but I ALWAYS take an opportunity, no matter how small and make it big. I don't sleep cold at night without a championship around myself, I sleep just comfortably with my rage and hatred, that's ALL I need to keep warm. How about you Jade? Ruthann's not bunking with you at the current time and you have no big gold championship around your waist but Ashton Drake sure does have two, is it starting to get a little cold when you're at the bottom with me? I hope it is, because everyone steps down to my level. I take all you high and mighty turds and bring you to my level. So I'll end this with the same thought you had when you saw it's me and you, Mr. Monday Night VS Mr. Friday Night, The “Greatest” EWC Undisputed Champion VS Mr. Main Event...
One man's hate leads to another man's fate.
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